#Mr Prefect is very physical

[bocje-ce-ustu]

It's extremely funny (even funnier after last episode) to me that Ayan's surprised to find out Akk got into fights with the students who mocked him in the first years: babe the first time you ever saw him he was starting up a minivan to run over other people, he threatens to punch you every time you rile him up, he manhandles you in lieu of showing correct posture in judo and looks extremely pleased with himself when he slams you to the ground and keeps you there effortlessly, he drops the shampoo onto your head when you ask him for it, and he DID punch you right into a locker handle (ouch) as soon as you told him you'd expose him. Ayan, sweetie, quit the bad boy act: you're not a thug, you're in love with one.

#the eclipse #the eclipse spoilers #I love them they're such a ball of reversed tropes #ok the list of Akk being rough and always in Ayan's personal space goes on and on but you get the gist #Mr Prefect is very physical #just not in a romantic way yet #bocje: the eclipse meta and squee

[fungifanart]

False Happiness

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Dire Crowley, all of the students, like literally all of them, Nurse OC that's mentioned by name maybe twice

CW: Cursing, trauma (I think?)

Word count: 4.5k

Disclaimer: All of the students (except Ortho for robot reasons) are depicted as being college age and I will die on this hill.

Notes: It genuinely warmed my heart to see some of y'all asking for a part 2 to this fic so how could I say no?

@obamas-divorced-aunt @sacrificialwife1

One week has passed since the Prefect’s overblot and the silent tension in the air hasn't let up even a little as everyone waits for him to wake up.

It would take the most oblivious person in all of Twisted Wonderland to not notice the stark contrast between before and after the Prefect’s incident. How numerous classes go quiet each day as several key members remain lost in their thoughts or are absent altogether. How grades are already going down as a large group of students are too distracted to complete their assignments.

Of course, Crowley knows better than to fully blame the students for this. They're only like this because of the Prefect’s condition and if he wanted to find the catalyst to blame for it, then he would only need to look into a mirror, but this would only bring his mood down further.

And so, he decides to distract himself by making his rounds across the school and its dorms, much to the dismay of their members.

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Upon entering Heartslabyul, Crowley is greeted by the usually cheery sight of an unbirthday party, however, the air feels as though it was physically drained of its light atmosphere as Mr. Trappolla and Mr. Spade are engaged in a very intense discussion that looks like it might turn into a fistfight at any moment. Crowley would normally expect Mr. Clover, Mr. Rosehearts, or even Mr. Diamond to have attempted to break them up by now, however, he looks over to see all three of them distractedly doing some other actions.

He sees the vice housewarden absent-mindedly passing around pastries despite his fingers being littered with bandages covering injuries one might have from cooking while distracted. He sees the orange-haired man making numerous attempts at taking a photo of the tart in front of him for Magicam, but failing due to the trembling of his hands. Finally, he sees the housewarden himself languidly picking at his own tart with a dark expression on his face.

"Mr. Rosehearts. A word, please." Crowley says in order to bring the young man from his thoughts.

With a jolt, the shadow cast over the young man's face lifts as he turns to face Crowley, but not before a look of annoyance flashes across his face upon realizing who he's talking to.

"H-headmage! To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Mr. Rosehearts says almost robotically.

"I realize that this must be a trying time both for you and your dorm mates, but I don't think that means you can leave Mr. Trappolla and Mr. Spade to get into yet another fight." Crowley replies while motioning to the two men in question.

The housewarden's eyes go wide and he immediately gets up to go break them up.

Crowley can immediately tell that the other dorms must be out of sorts as well if THIS is the state of Heartslabyul. And so, he leaves the dorm to its own devices and begins walking to Savannaclaw.

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Now, Crowley is well aware that he isn't exactly the most liked person among the staff of NRC, especially after his role in the Prefect’s overblot became common knowledge, but he hardly thinks being growled at by every Savannaclaw member he walks past is necessary.

Regardless, he will not be deterred.

He starts making his way to the room of Mr. Kingscholar, but is surprised to instead see him, Mr. Bucchi, and Mr. Howl diligently practicing spelldrive on the field below.

At first, it seems like a regular game, but, upon getting closer, the anger and frustration in the air become so thick that one could slice it.

Crowley waits on the sidelines for them to finish, only to be almost clipped by a spelldrive disk embedding itself in the wall next to his head.

"You must have balls of steel to show your face around here after what happened last week." Mr. Kingscholar says while retrieving the disk with a scowl.

"Control yourself. A housewarden you may be, but do not forget which one of us is the Headmage." Crowley warns, not appreciating the younger man's tone.

"And yet, you still don't act like one." The beastman fires back indignantly.

"Enough. I'm simply here to check on the wellbeings of yourself and the other students..........and also to thank you again for being one of the first at the Prefect's side after the incident." Crowley says while mustering every drop of professionalism he has to give a thankful bow without saying anything petty, "I would've thanked Mr. Clover as well, but he seemed...distracted."

"......Hmph. It was the least I could do after everything we'd clearly put him through." The lion replies curtly, but not before Crowley sees a visible shiver go down his spine and up his tail, no doubt as a result of recalling everything they saw that day, "Anyway, as you can see, we're all doing fine as usual and we're still in the middle of practice so if you'd be SO kind."

Crowley nods in understanding before turning to leave, while still very aware of the piercing glares digging into his retreating back from the wolf and hyena the lion was playing with.

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Crowley can immediately tell that the events of last week had a profound effect on the housewarden of Octavinelle purely by the Mostro Lounge being closed on a weekday.

'It’s worse than I thought...' Crowley thinks to himself, knowing how Mr. Ashengrotto would never risk losing even a single thaumark unless something serious was going on.

Crowley knocks on the office door and enters upon hearing a distracted "Come in" from the other side.

He enters the Lounge and walks towards the back to check on the octo-mer in his office and passes by the brothers Leech who seem too engrossed in their own discussion to notice him.

"I must say, I was quite surprised to see the Mostro Lounge closed during prime business hours, Mr. Ashengrotto." Crowley begins, causing the young businessman to look up from his documents with an unamused glare.

"Yes, well, two of my best workers are still out of it from the incident last week and business has been slow over the last few days anyway so I figured closing for a day or two would do everyone some good." Mr. Ashengrotto says while returning to writing on several pieces of paper at once.

'Yourself especially.' Crowley thinks, noting the dark circles under the young man's eyes.

"If you came in just to question how I choose to handle my business, then I'd appreciate it if you'd see yourself out now." The silver-haired man says while clearly running out of patience.

"O-of course. My apologies." Crowley gives a slight bow before exiting the establishment while still going unnoticed by the brothers Leech. He remains focused on his task, but manages to catch one sentence as he walks by, "Those voices we heard at the end...they were ours, weren't they?"

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When entering the Scarabia dorm, one can usually expect to hear the sounds of a parade or even just general merrymaking and have a solid fifty-fifty chance of being correct. This time, however, Crowley is met with complete silence.

He makes his way through the halls, only encountering a handful of students, before reaching the housewarden's chambers.

Just as Crowley is about to knock, he suddenly is grabbed by the arm and dragged into a dark hallway where he finds himself face to face with the vice housewarden himself, eyes practically glowing with fury.

"Dire Crowley, you are going to listen to me VERY carefully." Mr. Viper begins, not waiting for a response from the headmage, "I don't know where the hell you got the impression that you can just waltz on in, but you can’t. Thanks to your little fuck-up, I've had to deal with a mopey Kalim who can't even be bothered to leave his room most of the time, all without the Prefect to cheer him up, meaning that his grades are already suffering and his parents are on MY ass for it! With that in mind, I'd suggest turning around and steering very clear of Scarabia until you fix this mess you've made." He concludes, leaving the headmage in stunned silence.

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After being essentially kicked out of the Scarabia dorm, Crowley feels reasonably nervous at how his arrival will be received by the students of Pomefiore. And lo and behold, he was right to feel this way.

Before he can step one foot through the gates, an arrow sails by dangerously close to his face and embeds itself into the ground next to him. Of course, it wouldn’t take much brainpower to determine the culprit, given the students the Prefect is acquainted with, if he weren't already striding towards the frazzled headmage.

"Dearest me! My sincerest apologies, Proviseur Corbeau! I was practicing my archery in the nearby forest when my hand oh so tragically slipped! Are you uninjured?" Mr. Hunt inquires while inspecting Crowley for any cuts or gashes.

"Fortunately, your arrow just missed me, Mr. Hunt." Crowley says, not missing the minute 'tch' that escapes the young man's lips at his response, "In the future, I would recommend you take more care when aiming so as to avoid any real tragedies." He concludes with a hint of warning in his voice.

"But of course! You can expect nothing less!" The young huntsman exclaims, "Ah, but where are my manners? What brings you to our humble dorm on this fine day?"

"It’s my understanding that the Prefect's incident last week has left a significant number of students quite disturbed. So I figured I would check in with you all to ensure you're in good health!" Crowley says with aplomb.

"Ah! Truly you are a role-model for headmages across all of Twisted Wonderland! I already feel my eyes watering at how you care for your students!" Mr. Hunt says while wiping a tear from his eye, "But rest assured, the students of Pomefiore are no worse for the wear than before the incident. So a check-in will not be necessary!"

"Are you quite sure, Mr. Hunt? I should like to talk to Mr. Schoenheit and Mr. Felmier myself just to be sure, seeing as how they are both close friends to the Prefect-" Crowley begins, but is cut off by the young huntsman.

"I CAN ASSURE YOU, Proviseur Corbeau. Roi du Poison and Monsieur Cherry Apple are in NO NEED of conversing with you." The young man says while maintaining his normal composure, but with a hint of warning and something more sinister behind his honeyed words.

".....If that is truly how you feel, then I will not press the issue further. Good day to you, Mr. Hunt." Crowley turns and begins walking back to the hall of mirrors, ultimately deciding to heed the huntsman's warning against poking the bear.

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Continuing on to the Ignihyde dorm, Crowley hadn't expected much to change, given the introverted nature of its housewarden and students. However, when opening the front door, expecting to see and hear no one, he instead sees all of the students bustling about with all manner of cleaning supplies in hand.

"May I ask what's going on here?" Crowley questions a passing student.

"Housewarden Shroud enacted a dorm-wide cleaning initiative after the incident a week ago." The student responds hurriedly.

"Correct, which we are STILL behind schedule on because no one in this dorm knows how to pick up after themselves, apparently!" The younger Shroud says in exasperation as he approaches the headmage, causing the other student to scurry off.

"Ah, the younger Shroud! Lovely to see that you're doing well!" Crowley exclaims.

"I'm sure it is, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now." The younger Shroud states.

"Excuse me??? Why???" Crowley asks, taken aback.

"Idia's explicit orders when announcing the cleaning initiative were that only pre-approved individuals would be allowed inside the dorm until its completion and that Dire Crowley is to be permanently off that list for fear of tarnishing the cleanliness with his 'horrendous vibes'." The cyborg concludes matter-of-factly before beginning to push the headmage back towards the front entrance.

"Wh-- Of all the childish--" Crowley takes a breath to collect himself, despite currently being pushed towards the door, "May I at least ask why your housewarden would enact such an initiative in the first place?"

The younger Shroud pauses for a moment before speaking, "Very well, I will show you a recording from my memory of when I questioned Idia on this decision, but you must leave right after."

Crowley hears a few beeping sounds from the young cyborg before the plating on his forearm opens up to project a video in front of him.

"Brother, I fail to see the point in all of this!" The younger Shroud says in the recording.

"Ortho, didn't you see all those memories of the Prefect tripping over random stuff we've left lying around all over the dorm and getting laughed at for it?! That wouldn't have happened if we were more diligent about cleaning up after ourselves! Taking it a step further, we basically caused his overblot!" The older Shroud's recording replies urgently.

"Idia, I HIGHLY doubt--" The recording would've continued, but is instead cut off by the older Shroud in the flesh.

"Ortho, I believe I was very clear about whether Crowley is to be allowed in the dorm." He says in an uncharacteristically stern tone of voice.

The young cyborg quickly turns around in surprise, "I-Idia! I know! I'm sorry! I was actually just in the middle of seeing him out."

"Well, then let's see him out together." The older Shroud says before joining his brother in fully pushing Crowley out the front door, "Have a good day, headmage." He says as the door shuts forcefully behind him before Crowley can get even one word in.

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With his rounds almost complete, Crowley arrives at his final destination: The Diasomnia dorm, which somehow feels even more gloomy than usual.

As he approaches the front entrance, he's nearly struck by three separate bolts of green lightning, but continues with determination and opens the front door only to be greeted by Mr. Vanrouge hanging upside down right in front of him.

"I see that you aren't too keen on taking a hint, headmage." The bat fae says nonchalantly.

"And I see that you're doing well, Mr. Vanrouge." Crowley replies while walking past him into the foyer, "I was hoping to check in with Mr. Draconia and his bodyguards. Are they available right now?"

The bat fae lands on the ground and gives a snide grin, eyes almost radiating distaste for the man in front of him, "Even if they were available, what makes you think they'd want to see you? As you recall, Malleus was quite upset after everything that happened last week."

"Be that as it may, it's still my duty as headmage to ensure the wellbeing of my students." Crowley responds, eliciting a mocking laugh from Mr. Vanrouge.

"Oh, that is QUITE rich coming from the same headmage that somehow managed to cause a magicless student to overblot! We ALL saw how you so heartlessly told the Prefect he can’t go home." The bat fae retorts ruthlessly.

"And I'VE told you all numerous times that that wasn’t how I--" Crowley's rebuttal is cut off by a new booming voice filling the room.

"Excuses are a thaumark a dozen, Dire Crowley." Mr. Draconia says maliciously while entering the foyer and being followed by his two scowling bodyguards, "You've made an impressive show of playing 'The concerned headmage', but I think it’s time for you to take your performance elsewhere."

"I--" Crowley is about to argue when suddenly he feels his phone receiving a call, "Oh, for the LOVE OF--" He breathes in before turning around to answer the call, "Yes? Crowley speaking."

"Dire Crowley? This is Nurse Goht. I was told to call you if the Prefect's condition changed?" The nurse says over the phone, causing Crowley’s heart to skip a beat before turning around and putting the phone on speaker.

"I'm calling to tell you that the Prefect has regained consciousness, but--" The rest of the nurse's sentence is inaudible over the sound of the four other men in the room rushing out of their dorm at a full sprint.

Crowley considers following them, but remembers that the nurse had more to say, "I'm terribly sorry, but I didn't catch the second half of your sentence. Would you mind repeating it?" He asks cautiously.

Nurse Goht clears his throat on the other end before continuing, "Well..."

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You'd had quite an interesting awakening with the first thing you saw being Grim's tearstained face rubbing against yours and then being told by the nurse that you'd been asleep for a whole week.

"Oh crap! I'll need to apologize to everyone for making them worry. Geez, and I can already see all the homework I'll have to catch up on." You say before entering deep thought about your next actions.

You're taking the time to plan out who you'll talk to first while comforting Grim who is blubbering unintelligibly in your lap when you're startled by the door to the infirmary suddenly slamming open to let in a large group of familiar faces, all out of breath as if they'd run all the way here.

The nurse tries to tell everyone to give you space, but that doesn't stop Floyd or Kalim as they immediately tackle-hug you back onto the bed with abandon. You're then met with a barrage of the others talking to you at once.

"We all heard from Sebek! How are you feeling???" Deuce asks urgently.

"You sure took your time, didn't you, herbivore?" Leona says nonchalantly, despite his tail swaying back and forth happily.

"All the stress from waiting for you to wake up was bad for my heart, y'know!" Ruggie whines from your bedside.

"You gave us all quite the scare back there." Jade comments.

"I'm just glad you're okay! I barely knew what to do with myself after what happened!" Kalim says while rubbing his face against your shoulder.

"Speaking of, due to those recent events, I've drafted a new contract with terms that I think you'll find more equitable than the previous ones." Azul says while fishing through his coat pockets for the contract in question.

"I'm willing to help you catch up on the material you missed, if you'd like." Riddle offers while already taking out his notebook.

"Oh come on, Riddle. He JUST woke up from a week-long coma after overblotting. Doesn't he deserve even a little break?" Trey points out.

"Trey, that's exactly why he needs to--" Riddle would've continued, but Trey's last statement compells you to speak up.

"Wait, what? What do you mean 'overblotting'? Who overblotted?" You say in confusion.

A wave of silence washes over the room as everyone takes in what you said.

"WH-- HUMAN, THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES." Sebek scolds you as you look at him with genuine confusion in your eyes.

"Sebek, I'm not joking! I actually have no idea what you guys are talking about! Did someone overblot while I was unconscious or something??" You say while racking your brain for any applicable memories.

"You mean you seriously don't remember?" Silver asks with concern in his voice.

"Well, the last thing I DO remember is making my way to Crowley's office 'cause he wanted to talk to me about something, but I tripped at the top of the stairs and fell all the way back down and blacked out." You say thoughtfully.

Jamil quickly speaks up before anyone else, "Right! Of course! A random student ended up overblotting near where you fell and we'd assumed that he was the reason why you were unconscious! Right, guys?" He says while making eye contact with some of the others and they nod their heads in agreement.

"Hmm, I do think I remember feeling an earthquake and seeing that black miasma that always shows up before I blacked out so that tracks." You say as you reevaluate your memories, "Oh yeah! I still need to hear what Crowley wanted to talk to me about! Do you guys know where he is?"

What you weren't expecting was an immediate "NO!" from everyone present before Ace speaks up.

"I wouldn't worry about that! It was probably just some generic progress report about him trying to get you back to your homeworld--" Ace's sentence is cut off by Deuce throwing his hand on top of his mouth, but that doesn't stop you from hearing the end of it.

"My 'homeworld'? .....Alright guys, come on. I thought we were past this." You say in an unamused tone.

"Uh...past what, exactly?" Epel questions cautiously.

"Oh, don't play dumb! I know my hometown was pretty remote compared to everyone else's homes, but you don't have to go acting like it was in a completely different world!" You accuse Epel as you feel Floyd, Kalim and Grim go stiff in your lap.

"Y-your home...town?" Floyd repeats in a shaking voice.

"'Was'?" Grim quotes nervously.

"Yes? My hometown was destroyed by a freak hurricane a little while after I came here? I'm pretty sure you guys would remember that, considering how I shut myself in Ramshackle for a week after I found out." You say, once again, with great confusion, but also sadness at remembering the deaths of your family.

Another wave of silence washes over the room, this time, accompanied by a sharp drop in temperature as everyone's faces go pale.

"What is happening?" Idia whispers to Ortho.

"No idea." Ortho whispers back.

"A-ah! But of course! How could we forget such a painful time for our dear Trickster? You have our most sincere apologies!" Rook says while elbowing Epel and Vil.

"Y-yeah, you're right. We're sorry for bringing up bad memories." Epel says while bowing apologetically.

"Indeed, how careless of us. How about we go fetch you some refreshments to make it up to you?" Vil offers while already motioning for the others to follow him out the door.

"Oh-- no, it's okay! You really don't have to!" You try to protest, but most of the students have already cleared out, leaving just Floyd, Kalim, Ruggie and Grim to keep you company.

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Trey can already feel death glares from some of the others as they walk out into the hallway outside the nurse's office. Of course, he knows that he kind of deserves it for dropping the ball like that.

However, a new voice breaks the silence before anyone else can.

"I assume you all just finished speaking with the Prefect?" The headmage says while walking towards their group.

"Yes, but we still don't know what's going on!" Cater says urgently.

The headmage sighs before responding, "It would seem that the Prefect was in a worse state than we thought. After Mr. Draconia and the others left, I spoke with the nurse some more and found out that the Prefect seems to have repressed all of his memories from his homeworld and unconsciously rewritten his current ones." He explains.

"Wh-- rewritten how?" Jack asks.

"From what we've gathered, the Prefect seems to think that he's always lived in Twisted Wonderland and the reason he can’t go home is that it was destroyed." Crowley concludes with a troubled expression.

Trey is at a loss for how to process this information, "So...what do we do now?"

Trey's question hangs in the air for several minutes as they all wonder how they could possibly proceed in this situation.

The silence is finally broken by none other than Malleus.

"I say we do nothing." The dragon fae says, earning confused stares from Trey and the others, "The Prefect’s overblot made it exceedingly clear that his memories from his homeworld were a continuous source of pain for him, which is why his brain went to such lengths to repress them. Therefore, if we play along with these new memories he's created then he won't have to face that pain anymore. 'Ignorance is bliss' as they say." The housewarden proposes.

"But are we willing to accept that burden?" Lilia speaks up, "I understand your wish to protect your friend, but if something happens that causes his old memories to resurface then he may end up in a worse state than before. He may even overblot again." He warns.

".....Then it's up to us to make sure that doesn't happen." Trey says resolutely.

"Heh, you've finally said something I can agree with." Leona remarks, "Though, I'm surprised that the 'headmage' over here isn't jumping for joy already. If the Prefect thinks his home doesn't exist anymore then he doesn't have to keep pretending to look for a way to send him back."

"I will have you know that I have been and will continue to look for a way to send him home!" Crowley says, getting looks of genuine surprise, "Whether he remembers them or not, the Prefect still has a family in his homeworld that is waiting for him to return. With that being the case, my duty to him as headmage has not changed. I will see to it that he gets home, no matter the cost." He concludes, earning only a few unimpressed huffs.

'......huh.' Trey thinks to himself, 'I'm interested to see how long this sentiment lasts.'

"Hmph, very well. Let's assume he's telling the truth for now." Riddle says with authority, "In the meantime, we all know what we must do, correct?"

They all nod in response, ready for the long road ahead.

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And so, they all begin lying to the Prefect.

They never once bring up his homeworld, or rather, homeTOWN ever again.

They never ask about his family and specifically avoid talking about their own in front of him unless he asks.

Whenever it seems like he might remember even a part of the truth, one of them always distracts him long enough for the memories, the pain, to reshroud themselves in fog.

Trey invites him to an unbirthday party. Kalim takes him on a magic carpet ride high above the clouds. Leona challenges him to a game of chess. Ruggie snatches something from his pocket to get him to chase him. All of this amongst numerous other ploys.

In every instance, the usually intelligent and inquisitive Prefect always ends up stopping right at the cusp of remembrance, as if even he is unconsciously holding himself back.

Of course, they all realize this may seem immoral from an outside perspective. That the Prefect may end up hurt even worse because of their actions.

However, if they have the power to preserve the smile on his face when he sees them for even a day more, to keep the fire of hope burning inside him for just a moment longer, then they will use it without hesitation.

After everything he's done for them, they would do anything to protect their beloved Prefect.

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x male reader #twst ace #twst deuce #twst ruggie #twst crowley #twst grim #twst trey #twst cater #twst riddle #twst leona #twst jack #twst jade #twst floyd #twst azul #twst kalim #twst jamil #twst vil #twst rook #twst epel #twst idia #twst ortho #twst malleus #twst sebek #twst silver #twst lilia #twst mc #why is this mushroom writing fanfics? #I'm REALLY feeling the 30 tag limit right about now

[myeagleexpert]

The Cycle

Author's Notes: After centuries, here I am with another chapter of Ancient Humans AU, I'll keep a better frequency going forward. Thanks to everyone who read the first part!

Disclaimer: This fic is not intended to offend anyone or be sexist, let alone make the reader uncomfortable. It contains exaggerated archetypes and stereotypes for entertainment purposes only, the scientific information is real, and the steps are based on my own or my friends' experiences. Yuu is a girl here. Some swear words at the end….

Characters: Yuu, Professor Wamuro, Jamil, Kalim mentioned, Leona, Ruggie mentioned, Mob Pomefiore, Vil mentioned, Ace and Deuce, Grim, Malleus, Lillia mentioned.

Want to know what happened in the first part?:

-Now that we have been introduced to the ancient human species, we can look into new branches of more complex content. Going into human biology, we can mention the main and most risky one: the females.- At this moment Wamuro was changing from a renowned professor and strictly serious with references, to a fan of mythology.

Females have a slightly smaller and more curvy body, with the ability to give birth to life and protect the fetus. But that's expected, isn't it? - continued the professor - It was like that with most of us, the mothers who condemned the inheritance of their children, what makes them different you may ask.

Now that we're going to start, in order to have the magnificent ability to give birth, human females undergo a hereditary curse where not only do they bleed for days without any injuries every month of their two lives in order to be in balance, but in order for the cycle of life to continue. they must transform into 4 different people during a single cycle.- students leaned forward, pens ready to take notes and ears ready to listen.

-Let's start on page 20 Mr. Viper, please read it aloud.

“The ancient elders divided and named each process according to the “inner moons”. "The maiden phase" is the first phase of the cycle after bleeding, the pre-ovulatory phase, where the human female feels a lot of energy, productivity and is prone to taking the initiative. Being more willing and physically active. At this stage, it's ideal to take projects off paper and explore new things.” Where did Jamil see this?

“It was about four weeks ago....

When he saw the hard-working prefect of Ramshackle running up and down, full of paper to deliver, she ran so fast she didn't even notice that some papers fell forgotten on the floor.

Jamil sighed, he was on his way to give Kalim a review, in the depths of his heart he felt empathy for Yuu who turned excited when he called her name.

-You seem very busy today, what are these papers?- He gathered the papers and organized them, handing them to Yuu.

-Thank you Jamil! These papers are for Crowley to sign, a new professor, a speaker is coming and we don't even have a place to stay. These are for tomorrow's dorm leaders' meeting, these are the corrected Divus proofs from today's test, this is Trey's list for a new recipe for the upcoming Unbirthday party and…oh it's here! Scarabia's new stable will arrive, for you to sign Jamil!- Yuu spoke so fast that the deputy leader wasn't sure if he had heard right because…

-The approximate date would be for the next month, why will it arrive so quickly? - Suspicious, Jamil squinted as he received the papers. -Yesterday I was reading some documents and as soon as I saw that it was yours I decided to advance, I already spoke with the investors and architects, the elephants' rations will be placed in warehouse 04 so it's better to clean it soon, the new ones will arrive very agitated so already I ordered the tranquilizers too. Oh, another thing. A gift for you Jamil.

It was a strange little box, an “elephant-sized muffler”. How specific, huh.

-I was helping Sam with new loads and he gave me this headset as a bonus, as soon as I saw it I thought of you.

-Why?

-With more elephants, bigger parties and more noise, you should rest too.

-Thank you for your consideration and… what are you wearing?- Jamil finally noticed the outfit Yuu was wearing, a gym outfit and sneakers, all hidden by the uniform's black blazer.

-As soon as I finish here I'm going to train with Jack for a marathon and then Deuce will teach me how to ride a motorcycle, did you know that I always wanted to learn? Anyway, see you later Jamil, take care!

Jamil kept his facade calm, but inside, he tried to understand what happened. Yuu must be very busy today, maybe he'll bring her some warm food later. “

-Next.

-"In the full moon phase, the mother phase, the female is more sensitive, communicative, loving and they feel more attractive and confident. It usually occurs 10 days after menstruation. It is the ideal time to be among friends and family and to intensify social ties.” - The Heartsabull student read obeying Wamuro's quick command, between one nap and another the descriptions led the leader of Savanaclaw, Leona Kingskolar to remember a strange situation from a few days ago…

"Botanical Garden……"

“This was one of those Saturdays where the dreaded Leona Kingskolar would run away from his responsibilities like a lazy kitten in the top of a tree, Ruggie held back from complaining because the money filled his pockets. But their precious nap was interrupted by a sweet melody…

-Tonight love has arrived… .- sang Yuu, in a low tone as if thinking aloud, Leona could let it go, probably she was just doing some quick work and would soon be gone, so he thought. -Yuu, good morning! You're watering my house!- a small green fairy appeared among the bushes that the prefect was watering.

-Good morning Petunia, sorry for the intrusion.

- Oh okay- the little fairy wrung her delicate flower dress to get the excess water out- She really needed a cleaning, dear-

-Good morning girls, what a beautiful day…- an even smaller fairy, and sleepy, comes out of one of the watered flowers and rests on Yuu's shoulders snuggling into his shoulders.

-Oh how cute!

-Good morning, sweetie, where's my kiss?- A talking bird rested on Yuu's shoulders too, pecking lightly at her cheek asking for attention, something that was given without delay.

This attitude sealed the peace rosy world that Yuu had lost, because in seconds….

-I also want!

-Yuu a hug please!

-Yuu a little kiss on the fairy!

The girl without magic found herself on the ground, surrounded by cute creatures and innocent giggles, a sight that disturbed the beatsman's sleep, secretly envy and jealousy made him roll his eyes. With a low roar he jumped out of the tree interrupting the hugs and kisses from the care bears, a sight to behold but Yuu just smiled warmly.

-Oh, Leona? Good morning! We didn't see you there, sorry if we woke you up.

-It's so early in the morning for this kind of problem,- in annoyance, the big cat frowned

-Sorry, it won't happen again, okay?- as she gets up from the floor to greet his “friend” the whinintg animals, sad that their attention has been stolen.

-Tsk..just dont- Yuu quickly approached the beastman and hugged him, an action that caught him off guard, she was always affectionate but her hugs always came at the right time, now, it was like a blanket on a cold day interrupting any kind of of negativity that would dare come out of his mouth

The dreaded and lazy Kingscolar was proud of his image and the care he should have for it, but for a moment, he let himself be carried away by emotions and hugged her back closing his eyes, enjoying a genuine affection from the magic less hervibore, her aura clean soothed him and for a moment, he didn't want it to end. Hey, if anyone asks he can say he was trying to teach the freshman a lesson

-Anyway, I have to go now. Bye everyone, see you later Leona.- Departing from the beastman's arms yuu picked up the watering can and went to do his chores.

-Huh, what a strange herbivore..""

-Next.

“The premenstrual phase, the wich, is marked by hormonal changes and the beginning of an imbalance, it is normal for energies to decrease so that it is focused on preparing the uterus, your personality can become more sensitive when questioning the environment around you and self-charge increases . Period prone to bubbling emotions, so understanding is necessary.”

-Attention attention, now pay close attention that we are entering a more complicated phase, the calm before the storm, or rather, the terror before the storm. Their senses will be sharper, making them easier to provoke. some mythologies indicate the use of chocolates or sweets to maintain calm and well-being, some studies indicate that abdominal pain and discomfort already begin to manifest at this stage.

There was a well-drawn slap mark on the smooth, even skin of the Pomefiore student. He was proud of his effort and results, Vil Schoenheit himself had praised him. So how did he get that slap? Hint: he deserved it.

“It was three days ago...

The day was going to be reasonably good, high score in class, perfect skin, perfect hair but one detail, dirty mouth.

-Take it back, you arrogant bastard.- -Oh, me? I only spoke the truth, little flower.

It was a secret truth in NRC that the magicless student was actually…a girl. Like the one you shouldn't name, she was you know what, something you know what it is. A beautiful girl hiding in a disguise much bigger than her body, with a disguise and androgynous in an abandoned house. That alone would be enough for the prestigious school to find itself in some ethical scandal.

But some just didn't give a shit about those implications, and some discussions led to heavier arguments and uglier fights, "its only use is sitting on the laps of the dormeladers, no wonder it's getting what it wants slut" " just wait until I tell you find alone…” Yuu, as an intelligent and peaceful-sense being normally ignored these childish threats, but today, that Yuu is not in the domains.

-Joshua- cough cough-, I think now I know why you shower yourself with perfume like that… so much shit comes out of her mouth that your ass must be jealous. She's spreading that stench around.

-How dare you little mouse?- Moving closer and closer to her, Joshua at first critical became desperate to clear his ego

-Stay away Joshua, go shower and calm down- the girl covered her nose with her hands, simulating that her scent was strong

-Get ready you bich or I will!….- with his wand raised and aggressively dictating his magic the pomefiore student was about to fire a stench spell at Yuu, but stopped for a moment, “What would Vil Schoenheit do in this situation?” That chang his mind, an elegant exit would be more appropriate. - "You know what, I'm not going to waste my precious magic on scum like you, unlike commoner students without magic, I have a wand to take care of" -Joshua tried his best but couldn't deny that he was as hard-headed as she was, his disgusted face and snobbish posture was what Yuu needed to reach his final point…

-Do me a favor Joushua, stick YOUR FUCKING WAND IN YOUR FUCKING ASS AND RUN THE FUCK OUT YOU DISGRACEFUL KID!

At the moment he knew, he fuck up.

Yuu's smaller body shook with rage as he leapt on top of the handsome student taking him to the ground, letting his fury spill out as his fists slammed and kicked the bigger one, along with some rips in his clothing. Some students arrived to break up the fight, others to watch. He didn't let himself be a victim, he took her off him and started to slap her while she kicked the body on top of hers, a kick in the chest, legs and… aaaah, that hurt. The boys felt empathetic pain.

With this strategically thought out movement, the two separate and some students separate them and lift them off the ground. Josuha was discredited and that someone so low managed to have the audacity to pick a fight with him, some curses here and there, the students managed to hold the two even with difficulty.

-Get lost punk!- Yuu lets go and a well-placed slap was deposited aggressively on his face- One day is the hunt another day the hunter.- Looking furiously at Jousha's purple eyes, Yuu spoke his final sentence and left the hall Accompanied by Deuce and Ace, a monster cat even released blue sparks when Joshua reached for it again.

An intimidating expression stayed on Yuu's face the entire day, ready to attack anyone. But when she saw a cute video of kittens, she cried without a second thought as she devoured a box of chocolates, which soothed her angry womb.""

-I'll read the next one.- Wamuro interrupted enthusiastically.

-"Menstruation"…sorry students, my book doesn't have the last page, it looks like the letters were blurred. Anyway, I'll tell you from my memory and knowledge. - the final pages were so old, but so ancient, that the humidity of the air blurred all the letters, a disappointment for the professor, the book had been one of his first studies when the topic was forbidden, oh how much nostalgia it brought him.

-And finally, the day has arrived, at the end of the cycle the final phase, the crone, the apex of the uterus has arrived. Pains as strong as a heart attack, being forced to get used to this pain, the Females continued their lives normally until bigger crises arrived. Your body's blood starts to gush from its sacred place even though you are not hurt, your body is sore and exhausted from this monthly internal transformation, and in more detail I include: The most common effects of menstruation on the body include; abdominal bloating, fluid retention, mood swings, indisposition, nausea, general malaise, headache, back pain and terrible cramps, being able to squirm for days, in addition to several other unknown and very dangerous symptoms, but all for a purpose : generate a life.

The ancient females were, of course, great warriors.- the master concluded

This lecture caught everyone's attention, so much so that it attracted Malleus and Lillia to study. The most excellent professor Wamuro had explained that these "ancient humans" no longer exist, but the heir to the thrones could not help but notice the similarities between the ancient race and his beloved Child of Man, the prefect of Ramcharkle, and now that he has learned about the blood curse he is more worried about than ever. Oh, if only he had known sooner!

“The night before...

The young Master Malleus was wandering through the ruins around the school, when, instinctively, his footsteps led him to A Ramcharkle Dorm, his favorite place. Perhaps the mayor is still awake for an exploration together.

Upon reaching the courtyard, he couldn't detect Yuu's presence at the door…nor in the kitchen…but from the living room he noticed drops of blood, on the sofa, on the stairs… and in the bathroom. pain, warm cloths that Malleus assumed would stop the blood, a hemorrhage. As he analyzed strange packaged blood pads, was it a “first aid kit?” Since he found out that Yuu was actually a girl, he was careful and kept an eye out for any danger to the magic-less student, who knows what the horrible NRC students would do with that information. His fear started to show when he didn't listen. nor his feline companion, their meows and tantrums would be disturbing him now for opening the door without knocking. With his heightened hearing, he heard grunts of pain coming from above, in Yuu's personal room.

-I'm going henchman!- grim shouted as he quickly climbed the stairs with something in his paws.

-Quick Grim, help!

Malleus quickly followed the monster towards -Yuu's room, when Grim opened the door he saw a harrowing scene. His formerly cheerful Child of Man was now writhing in pain on the bed, his room a mess, and there was blood on his sheets.

-Yuu, what's going on? - Malleus' worried voice echoed in the room as he approached the bed.-Are you going to die? Are you hurt?

-Oh, Tsunutaro…- Yuu's voice was shaky, the only times Malleus called her by name was when it was a dangerous situation, like the fire incident with Rollo. She didn't have the strength to drink tea alone, so Grim supported her. his head and made him give the first sips. As he drank, his pains were…becoming more bearable.

-What magic potion was that you gave?- Malleus tried his best to remain calm, but Yuu didn't give any answers other than his low breathing.

-Chamomile tea. Yuu, here are the warm cloths that the ghosts brought.- gathering the tea and the warm cloths, his breathing was normalizing and his pains diminishing, until he arranged his position to talk to his dear friend, in a calmer expression while Malleus was forming dark, dark clouds on the horizon.

-What was the evil that attacked you Yuu?

-Whats up, Tsunutaro. You know, that thing arrived and I wasn't prepared.

-Who is “thing”, was he the one who invaded Ramcharckle and attacked her in her vulnerable state?- With his hand on his chin, Malleus thought of all the possible enemies that Yuu could have, thinking of a punishment for each one.

-Not him, she. Menstruation came really hard this month, I'm glad I have ghosts and grim to take care of me.

The feline purred on top of Yuu's belly who caressed it, the cat's vibrations eased its cramps. The truth is that this month Yuu was very overloaded, with tasks, with Grim, with her friends, with Crowley… who, in addition to not taking care of her health and ignoring the symptoms, forgot to set the day, causing a strong flow to arrive unexpectedly while watched TV with Grim in the living room. The ignored symptoms now insisted on being noticed, so much pain and stress and increased blood making Yuus turn from side to side in bed, trying to find the right position so as not to die of pain.

The ghosts had had experiences similar to these, so they taught Grim how to make the chamomile tea that Yuu always made and warmed the hot towels. But the powerful heir to the throne of thorns didn't know anything that was happening, he had never witnessed something like that, maybe ask Lillia later about this "menstruation" that attacked Child of man. His questions were dying in his mouth, he was confused, but Yuu was fast asleep.

-Do you feel better now, Child of Man?- Malleus approached Yuu, brushing the hair from his forehead and putting it behind his ear, feeling sad to see lines of dried tears, what a terrible pain.

-Getting better… little by little.- her confidence was so much in the fairy, that she didn't hesitate to keep her eyes closed, enjoying the calming effect of the chamomile

-I hope it doesn't last more than 5 days so you don't miss Henchman classes.

-Maybe it lasts all night Grim, but I'll be better tomorrow, as long as you bring me chocolates hehe.

-Anything, invoke me and I will help you, dear Child of Man- the fairy said goodbye leaving a trail of fireflies that gave Yuu a more cozy environment for a peaceful night.

As soon as he arrived in Diasomnia, he went straight to Lillia's room, who was playing some new game, when telling what happened the war veteran could not answer all the prince's questions, proposing that they go to have a meeting with the master in humans, Professor Wamuro , who coincidentally had a class the next day…

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Curiosity: This idea came to me when my brother saw me researching menstruation phases and he said "So you mean you are four people in a month? Who am I talking to now", this innocent question made me have the inspiration to do this fic. Curiosity II: The archetypes are different in my language to English, but they mean the same thing.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #grim twst #disney twst #twist x reader #twist memes #malleus x reader #leona x reader #twist #savanaclaw #pomefiore #heartabull #heartslabyul #scarabia #grim my beloved #cycle menstruel #arquetipos #leona kingscholar x reader #anime and manga #malleus draconia #I'm on my period so.... lets talk abaout it

[jimothy-hopkins]

What are the prefects individual relationships with the faculty? Like Mr Burton, Dr Slawter, Miss Danvers etc. Do they have particular faculty memebers that they hate/like?

Dr. Crabblesnitch

Karl could care less about that man. If he fell into a bottomless pit he wouldn’t notice.

Max views him as a father figure. Max never got to know his father since he was always on deployment. When his father was later killed in action he turned to Crabblesnitch.

Edward respects him, as he loosely reminds him of his grandmother.

Seth hates his ass. I swear this boy don’t like nobody. He’s good at hiding it though.

Ms. Danvers

Karl makes fun of her 💀

Max listens to her, that’s about it.

Edward is victim to her romantic rants about Dr. Crabblesnitch. He physically recoils.

Seth thinks she’s annoying as hell.

Mr. Galloway

Karl likes him cause his class is easy and he doesn’t bother him.

Max thinks he’s incredibly unprofessional and needs to be fired.

Edward is angry cause he’s the one who genuinely tries to get good grades and Galloway just hands out As and Bs like parade necklaces.

Seth also thinks he’s unprofessional, but likes to listen to his drunken roasting of Hattrick he thinks that shit is hilarious.

Mr. Hattrick

Karl doesn’t care for him, but wishes he’d stop making his tests so hard.

Max hates him AND his class.

Edward is on good terms since he’s in Hattrick’s advanced/honors class and makes all A’s.

Seth and him get along ok, just an average teacher/student relationship.

Ms. Phillips

Karl doesn’t care for her or her class.

Max sees her like a mom since his own works a lot.

While Edward isn’t much of an artist, Ms Philips really has helped him improve his self esteem and outlook.

Seth feels like she’s the only teacher that listens, even is she’s hella weird and paints bananas way too much.

Dr. Watts

If Karl could beat this man up HE WOULD. He hates his class and his tests he is on the verge of failing cause this man makes tests while high in whatever chemicals fumes he’s been around and Karl has to suffer. He literally almost cried taking on of his tests he is so done with him.

Max thinks he’s creepy and off his rocker. He’s passing with a C just so he can play football.

Edward is like one of the only students in Dr. Watt’s AP class that is passing with A’s so he’s out here helping everyone else. He thinks he needs a new job.

Seth can’t stand the smell of his class. Every time he walks in he gets a headache from the chemical fumes.

Dr. Slawter

Karl is scared of this man. He knows he ain’t right in the head.

Max is squeamish and therefore can’t stand biology. He cried when they dissected baby pigs and Dr. Slawter just laughed at him. Also booked it out of the room when Dr. Slawter brought a huge ass LIVE python and baby alligator to class.

Edward was also a victims of having to castrate a colt. He will never forget that day and to this day refuses to have male horses. He’s also just very creeped out by him he hates his vibe.

Seth just doesn’t care the class was an easy A but he hated the permanent formaldehyde smell in the classroom.

Neil

Karl just listens and shut up the whole class.

Max is the Guinea pig for newly fixed bikes and mopeds. He’s terrified 24/7.

Neil hates Edward cause he was a prep. He also is shit at fixing cars so they do not like each other.

Seth hates Neil for hating Edward but Neil liked Seth cause he can fix a car.

Mr. Matthews

They all think he’s boring as hell.

Mr. Wiggins

Who?

Mr. Burton

Oh they ALL hate this mf with a burning passion. Max has damn near knocked him in the jaw for harassing cheerleaders. Seth’s dying wish is to jump this man. Edward is victim to a lot of bullying from Burton due to how un athletic he is as well. Karl has had to take multiple detentions for defending Edward and the girls. They want this man dead and gone.

#bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #bully anniversary edition #bully rockstar #bully cce #bullworth academy #bullworth prefects #seth kolbe #karl branting #edward seymour ii #max mactavish

[magicallymalted]

Marauders' Era Character Sheet - Janet Spindle

I am living in a constant state of fear but if that's what it takes, then so be it.

࿐ General ࿐

Full Name: Janet Spindle

Nicknames: January (by Barty)

Birthdate: January 28, 1962

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Personality Type (MBTI): ISFJ (The Defender)

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: American / Scottish

Ethnic Background: Caucasian

Sexuality: Bisexual

Residence: Boston, MA | St Andrews, Scotland

࿐ Physical Appearance ࿐

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Blueish Green

Height: 5'5"

Weight: (136lbs)

Body Type: Mesomorph

Skin Tone: Pale

Faceclaim(s): Alycia Debnam Carey

࿐ Background ࿐

Hometown: Boston, MA Less than an hour away from Salem, Janet grew up primarily living in an apartment within the heart of Boston up until her parents' divorce and subsequent move to a cottage across the water in St Andrews.

࿐ Family ࿐

Mother: Hannah Spindle née Thierry

Hannah Thierry met Eric Spindle when she was studying abroad for a year in Scotland. Right off the bat, she was quite taken with his eccentric and otherworldly nature, but it would later be this very thing that attracted her to him in the first place that would cause their eventual divorce when Janet was 12 years old. Although Hannah got Lyse in the custody agreement, Janet went off with her father which didn't help the already shaky relationship that she held with her mother. Obstinate, passive-aggressive, and too unwilling to give into the magical side of the family, she and Janet never really saw eye to eye, even if Hannah's intentions were initially well-meaning.

Father: Eric Spindle

The Spindles were always known for being quite creative and trying new things, whether they bore fruit or were tossed away. Their greatest claim to fame happened to be an invention of Eric's grandfather— Mr. Spindle's Lick "O" Rish Spiders. Eric himself was something of an inventive person and greatly loved experimenting with potion ingredients. Shortly before he decided to settle down and take over the manufacturing side of the family enterprise, he met Hannah Thierry. After dating for quite some years they married and put down roots back in her home in America and it wasn't until then that Eric explained to her that he was, in fact, a wizard. She didn't seem to take it as poorly as he thought she would, but the true challenges arrived later when it came to deciding how to parents their kids. Eric was adamant that Janet (and eventually Lyse) would go to Hogwarts for their education, a notion that Hannah simply couldn't wrap their mind around. By the time that they divorced, Janet had already completed her first year at Hogwarts and was fully prepared to go back for the rest of the seven years, and Eric was glad to be able to give that to her.

Sister: Lyse Spindle

Janet and Lyse always had a peculiar relationship. Janet would often write to Lyse or call her over the phone since they would rarely see each other given the split custody agreement. Since starting at Hogwarts, holidays were a cherished time that she could spend with everyone together, and she always looked forward to seeing Lyse get older. When the letters stopped coming shortly after Janet graduated, Lyse never quite understood why...

࿐ Hogwarts/Magic ࿐

Wood: Rowan

Core: Dragon Heartstring

Length: 12"

Flexibility: Pliant

House: Ravenclaw

Best Class: Potions

Worst Class: Divination

Special Abilities: Legilimens

Boggart: The betrayal of those closest to her

Riddikulus: Her friends and family's clothes change into that of the characters from the Rocky Horror Picture Show

Patronus: Salamander

Patronus Memory: Brewing her first potion with Mary and Libby

Amortentia (what she smells like): old books, vinyl, maple syrup, roasted chestnuts

Amortentia (what she smells): Fresh linens, chocolate chip cookies, cigarette smoke, absinthe

Quidditch: No

Prefect: No

Clubs: Slug Club

OWL Classes (taken independently):

Transfiguration - Outstanding

Charms - Exceeds Expectations

Herbology - Acceptable

Potions - Outstanding

History of Magic - Acceptable

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding

Divination - Dreadful

NEWT Classes:  

Transfiguration - Exceeds Expectations

Charms - Exceeds Expectations

Herbology - Acceptable

Potions - Outstanding

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding

࿐ Career ࿐

11-17: Hogwarts Student 17-Death: Potioneer, Member of the Order of the Phoenix

Personality & Attitude: An intrepid and self-effacing individual, Janet likes when things go well for good people and is very clued in to trying to raise up the best in people where she can. While kind and considerate, her frequent need to go internal combined with her deep sense of mental exploration can create an impression of aloofness until people actually approach her or, on the rare occurrence, she approaches someone else. Janet tries to see the best in people and this can ultimately lead to a level of disappointment when they don't live up to her standards or expectations. Yet, it is not a sense of naïveté that this results from, merely an intrinsic desire to look at things through multiple layers — albeit, occasionally to the point of getting lost in the depths.

Priorities: Her friends and family

Strengths: Insightful, passionate, resilient, curious, loyal, confident, tactful

Weaknesses: Lacking in self-preservation, reserved, expects too much, bad at reading red flags

Favorites: Halloween, Spindle's Lick'O'Rish Spiders, banana bread, chestnuts, swimming

Colors: Burgundy, black, green

Weather: balmy, arid, and slightly overcast

Hobbies: Reading, listening to music, spending time with friends/family, potion brewing

࿐ Relationships ࿐

If you'd like to set up a relation with Janet, feel free to reach out to discuss something!

Best Friend(s): Libby Fairfax (@potionboy3) Mary MacDonald

Friends: Emmeline Vance Marlene Mckinnon Remus Lupin Delphine Vixen (@endlessly-cursed) Bessie Quinn (@gaygryffindorgal) Cameron Quinn (@gaygryffindorgal) Olly Enfield (@potionboy3)

Enemies: Mulciber II

Rivals:  Sirius Black Regulus Black

It's Complicated: Barty Crouch Jr.

࿐ Misc & Trivia ࿐

When the Rocky Horror Picture Show came out in 1975 she watched it religiously, and left behind copy for Lyse

She held unrequited romantic love for Mary Macdonald

She frequently fed information to Frank and Alice Longbottom during the FWW up until they were placed in hiding

She was drowned by Mulciber II in 1980

She never saw Lyse again after graduating

She is simultaneously the worst/best class partner, as she'll easily take control of assignments

She has recognizably narrow handwriting

If given the chance, she is actually quite fair at Divination — she simply couldn't focus during that particular OWL

She doesn't enjoy flying but likes watching Quidditch

Halloween in the Spindle household isn't just a holiday, it's an experience

#marauders era #marauders oc #oc: janet spindle #oc: lyse spindle #hp oc #harry potter oc #hp rp #character profile #rp #feeling the motivation to finish all the character profiles—woohoo!

[carewyncromwell]

“So, ya wanna be a hero, kid? Well, whoop-dee-doo! I have been around the block before With blockheads just like you --  Each and every one a disappointment,  Pain for which there ain't no ointment... So much for excuses --  Though a kid of Zeus is asking me to jump into the fray, My answer is two words -- ! ...Okay.”

~“One Last Hope” from Hercules

x~x~x~x

Following the Easter break of 1989, Hogwarts’s four Heads of House -- Minerva McGonagall, Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick, and Severus Snape -- each had to host one-on-one meetings in their offices with their outgoing fifth years, who were set to sit for their O.W.L. exams. One of those such fifth year Slytherins who Professor Snape had to meet with was Hogwarts’s infamous “Cursebreaker,” Carewyn Cromwell.

Snape had left Carewyn for last, largely because just interacting with her was such a headache for him. Her thoughts had always been rather loud to Snape when she looked him in the eye -- undoubtedly a symptom of her striking potential for Legilimency -- and considering how anxious all of his students had been about their exams and careers, he anticipated Carewyn’s overwhelming amount of emotion would be particularly grating. 

There was a very measured, polite knock on the door -- clearly the knock of someone who was trying to put out as good and lady-like of an impression as possible. 

Definitely Cromwell, Snape concluded at once. 

He rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling and sighed loudly. 

“Enter.” 

When the door to his office opened, Carewyn Cromwell entered the office. However loud her feelings had been, her face was incredibly stoic.

“Professor,” she said politely.

Snape gave a light scoff. “I appreciate you not keeping me waiting, Cromwell.”

Carewyn’s blue eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly. For once, though, her feelings were a little harder to read -- Snape could sense the ever-slightest Occlumency shield there, however glass-like it was.

Dry humor. Just like that grumpy old cat at Mrs. Sackett’s. 

Snape didn’t attempt to push through the weak mental shield Carewyn had put up, though -- her actually bothering to try to quiet her own thoughts was a minor relief. With another sigh, he crossed to his desk.

“I daresay this won’t take long...” 

Snape looked across the desk at Carewyn without even bothering to sit down. 

“Cursebreakers are expected to be well-rounded in their areas of study -- most notably, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, and of course, Defense Against the Dark Arts. You would also need to start taking Arithmancy and Ancient Runes at the NEWT level, so you’d have to study very hard in order to qualify for those classes, this following September...”

As he said this, though, Snape felt Carewyn’s feelings once again scratching at the edges of his mind. 

Something disheartened. Something unsettled. 

She seemed to be trying hard to contain them, but it made Snape look at her with a slightly sharper gaze. 

“Frankly I’m surprised you didn’t think either of those subjects would’ve helped you sooner, with all of your running around playing hero with the Cursed Vaults,” he said dryly. “I suppose you’ve just been leaning on Bill Weasley to do all of that work for you.”

Something offended. Something irritated.

“In either case...you’ll also have plenty of emotional and physical tests to do for any bank who might hire you for such a position in the future, but those are things you can’t study for. Only you will be able to prove that you have what it takes -- if you can.”

Something faintly impatient. Something disgruntled. 

With another roll of his eyes, he made as if to return to cataloguing the bottles on his shelf.

“That should about cover it. Off you go.”

“Sir.”

“What?” Snape said without looking up.

“I don’t mean to be rude...but I have no interest in being a Cursebreaker.”

Snape’s fingers grazed the edge of the bottle he’d been about to pick up.

He paused. Then, very slowly, his pitch-black eyes slid back over his shoulder. 

The Slytherin Prefect had her hands clasped in front of her and her red lips slightly pursed, but once again, she seemed to be trying to stay stoic, even as her emotions began to leak out through the sides of her weak mental shield.

Something resigned. “Cursebreaker!” “As if Cromwell would be anything other than a Cursebreaker...” “ -- Cursebreaker Cromwell -- ” Something frustrated. Something bitter, almost longing. 

Snape considered Carewyn for a very, very long moment. His eyes were as dark and unreadable as lightless tunnels. 

“Is this indicative of a change of heart, Cromwell,” he said after a moment, “meaning that you’ve finally realized how dangerous your behavior has always been...or this indicative of you acting like a Gryffindor again, that you only ever did any of these things that endangered yourself and others so as to help your brother?”

A hot flare of temper. Jacob’s weak and strangled voice -- “Carewyn!”

“I will do whatever I have to, to save Jacob,” Carewyn spat back before she could stop herself. 

Restraint. Stoicism. Detach -- forget -- detach --

Her mental shield had been reinforced. Her anger was quieter and harder to make out in Snape’s own head. 

“...I don’t think that’s contrary to Slytherin’s values at all,” Carewyn said more quietly. 

Snape’s black eyes narrowed.

“...I see.” 

He considered her a moment more. Then, with a sweep of his robes, he slowly crossed back over to his desk, indicating the chair in front of it. Carewyn took his cue and took a seat, while Snape himself slowly eased himself down into his chair.

“What is it that you’ve gotten into your mind that you wish to do, then?”

Carewyn’s almond-shaped blue eyes grew a little smaller.

“...Well...I’d like to join the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“As an Auror, I suppose?” 

“No,” Carewyn said at once. “I’d like to be a lawyer. Or, at least, a representative. Someone who can advocate for people, or maybe even creatures, in court cases...maybe even work in the Being or Spirit Division, or the Centaur Liaison Office, if the Wizengamot has no openings...”

Compassion. The faces of Chiara, Duncan Ashe, and then Torvus. 

“The Centaur Liaison Office has always been vacant, so you can cross that option off your list,” Snape said coolly. 

Nonetheless, he considered her response, folding his hands on top of his desk. 

“...What you’re talking about involves a lot of monotonous office work, Cromwell. Hardly anything as action-packed as what you’ve grown accustomed to.”

Carewyn nodded. “I know. I don’t want ‘action.’ At least, not that kind of action. I want to make a difference -- to help people, as many people as I can, in my own way.”

Determination. Idealism. 

“How sweet,” said Snape dryly. “But do tone down those expectations. Working in Magical Law, and especially advocating on behalf of the disenfranchised, is not going to be a walk in the park. The Ministry of Magic is a long-lived institution, and as such, it’s prone to stagnation, corruption, ignorance, and most of all indifference. You are not the first person who has gone into the Ministry with the lofty ambition of changing the world, and undoubtedly you will not be the last. A career like the one you envision would be disheartening, frustrating, and incredibly thankless and, to most minds, completely unrewarding.”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed.

More determination, blazing, on fire. 

“I don’t need thanks,” she said crisply. “I never wanted it, in the first place. I just want to do good in my own way and be able to support myself while doing it. I don’t care if others find it silly of me -- I’m going to do it, and I’d like to see anyone try to stop me.”

Something like conviction. Something like passion. “I am a good witch! I am! I’m gonna be the best one!”

Snape cocked his eyebrows, and for the first time, his lips had curled up into something of an amused smirk. 

“Finally you’re starting to sound like a Slytherin, Cromwell.” 

The smirk faded as he grew more serious again.

“...Very well. If you wish to pursue a career in Magical Law, you will need to get high OWL marks in all the core subjects -- Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. A high OWL and NEWT score in History of Magic, as well, would greatly benefit you -- a comprehensive knowledge of Wizarding Law over time is helpful for all those who wish to deal with the Wizengamot, and an OWL and NEWT in Care of Magical Creatures would be helpful, if you worked in the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. You will also need to make the proper social connections, however, in order to earn clients and cases. Your name is already more than known to the Ministry of Magic, of course -- but that alone will not suffice.”

Carewyn blinked, startled. Then she seemed to cringe. 

“...They know of me because of the Vaults, you mean,” she muttered.

Something like awkward embarrassment. Something irritated. 

“Correct,” Snape said very coolly. “If you want the Ministry to see you as enforcing authority as opposed to constantly disrespecting it, you will have to be very conscious of the impression you put out to those Ministry officials you interact with. If you were ever to use that Legilimency potential of yours anywhere, this would be the place to do it -- determine who is a threat to your success and who can cultivate it.”

Carewyn frowned. Something like disapproval. 

“I don’t need to be the most successful or the most powerful,” she said firmly. “I just want to help people my way. I don’t care about playing politics...” 

“All Ministry positions involve politics,” Snape replied cynically. 

The memory of Albus Dumbledore speaking out on his behalf in front of the Wizengamot swirled over Snape’s mind. It was this memory, and the faces of the jurors present, that made something grimmer pass over his face.

“...I feel you should be aware,” he said lowly, “that you would not be the only Cromwell aligned with the Wizengamot, if you pursued this particular path.”

Carewyn’s face lost some of its color. 

The face of Lucius Malfoy. “ -- your grandfather -- ”

Her red lips knit together that bit more tightly.  Seeming to sense how easy her emotions were for Snape to read, her eyes fell down to the floor in the far corner of Snape’s office. 

“...I know,” she said very lowly. 

With her mental shield up and her eyes averted, Snape couldn’t read her thoughts. He was kind of pleased about the silence, since it let him consider her for a moment without being distracted. He leaned a bit over his desk, his gaze more solemn upon his student’s face.

“I know Charles Cromwell only by reputation,” he said quietly, “but what I’ve heard does not inspire confidence. Professor Dumbledore has spoken multiple times of his talent for manipulation, and of how he seems to view others solely through the lens of how valuable they are to him, and his own ends.”

Something strange passed over Snape’s face. 

“And as much as I hate to acknowledge it...you would be very valuable to a man like him...just as you would be to Patricia Rakepick.”

Carewyn’s jaw clenched slightly. When she finally looked up at Snape, her eyes were flashing with righteousness. 

The face of Lane Cromwell -- “ -- your grandfather -- ” -- “decided I wasn’t going to be like him” -- Lucius Malfoy -- “ -- please your grandfather quite a bit -- ”

“I said I have no interest in being anyone’s pawn,” Carewyn murmured. “Not Rakepick’s, nor his. No matter how terrible he might be...I’d never bow to him.”

“If that is your intention,” said Snape sharply, “then you will need to practice both Legilimency and Occlumency regularly. Control your emotions and discipline your mind. It might be your best defense against those who mean you harm.”

Carewyn nodded. Snape’s brows seemed to relax ever-so-slightly, his expression becoming a little cooler, as he rose to his feet.

“I do believe that concludes our session,” he said crisply. “Unless there’s anything else you wished to press me on?”

Carewyn shook her head. “No, sir.”

“Then you may go.”

Carewyn rose from the chair and started to head out of the room. When she reached the door, she paused.

“Professor?”

“What?” said Snape, his voice betraying the slightest tired edge.

“Thank you,” Carewyn said with a small wry smile. “I know you don’t like me very much, but I appreciate your help. And even if you don’t think I can do it -- join the Ministry and become a lawyer...I'm going to do everything I can to prove you wrong.” 

“Wonderful,” Snape said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. “Perhaps your first step would be fulfilling the role of a Prefect and following the rules for once.”

“I do believe we Slytherins are known for having a certain disregard for the rules,” Carewyn pointed out with a slightly wider smirk. 

“Prefects and lawyers generally are not,” Snape shot back coldly. “Just make sure you earn twice as many points as you lose, or I’ll see to it that you spend another year completely in detention, this time scrubbing out every single cauldron in this school.”

Carewyn was fortunately able to bite back an amused laugh in response to this and left Snape’s office, closing the door with a gentle, lady-like click behind her.

Despite his irritation at Carewyn’s sass, Snape actually found himself in an oddly satisfied mood as he returned to organizing the potion bottles on his shelf. 

A lawyer, hmm? Not what he’d expected from that overemotional child who got into fights with her own dormmates trying to protect wimpier students...but from the girl who he’d chosen as Prefect almost by default, simply because she was the only one in her year who mentored, guided, and protected other students and wasn’t afraid of conflict or confrontation -- the girl who’d actually managed to try to learn from his Occlumency and control her emotions, and who helped him spy on Patricia Rakepick because she assessed her shadiness just as he had...it almost made some sense. 

“I want to make a difference -- to help people, as many people as I can, in my own way.”

Cromwell was a naive, idealistic child, to think that she could truly make any real difference. But -- Snape had to admit -- at least she had learned the value in working quietly to achieve her ends. And truly, it was a good thing, that those ends of hers were so noble. 

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #my writing #severus snape #carewyn cromwell #charles cromwell #lane cromwell #lucius malfoy #jacob cromwell #patricia rakepick #okay disclaimer I do think snape is an absolute jerk however interesting of a character he is #but carewyn has a bias toward him because he is her head of house and she's not a potter so he's more favoring of her #however hard he was on her because of her brother and her legilimency potential annoying TF out of him #I did have some fun though having these two strong personalities bounce off each other though #both slytherins but VERY DIFFERENT slytherins #caps cw

[linhlotus]

Truce? Ch. 1

Harry downed half of one of the last lucidity potion Fred had owled him last month before slipping into bed and closing his eyes. When he finally heard Ron’s snores start up, he pulled the invisibility cloak out from under his pillow and crawled out of his bed. 

He walked down the stairs and through the common room, yanking his father’s old cloak over his head before he got to the fat lady’s portrait. 

Almost out. 

The painting had barely closed when he dashed away through the corridors, trying to remember which hallways to take to the greenhouses. He hadn’t taken a direct route to them from the dormitories since second year when Herbology had been his first class. 

Finally, after having to backtrack a few times, Harry made it out into the cool night air. His father’s cloak was off in seconds and he was pulling his heavy robes over his head, leaving him in an old gray t-shirt and sweatpants. 

He gulped in the misty air and tried to forget about the events of last year, the constant nightmares, his odd connection to Voldemort, Mr. Weasley’s accident, and . . . He sank onto his knees, head in hands. 

‘No.’

He wouldn’t -no he couldn’t- think about it. That was why he was out here, to clear his head. Harry took a moment to breathe before standing and grabbing the cloak and robes he had discarded. 

‘I’ll walk to the lake and then I��ll feel better.’ He promised himself, already striding toward the dark, glassy surface of the water.

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Draco walked through the corridors, peering around corners for wandering students before moving on to the next hallway. He heard the slap of shoes in the corridor he had just vacated and ducked back just in time for– nothing. No one was there. But the phantom’s footfalls were still scurrying down the hall. 

Then it hit him. Potter. Potter must be using his invisibility cloak.

Draco decided to follow the footsteps wherever they were going. This would give him some action in the monotonous hours of roaming the school that being a prefect required.

Three minutes later, Draco was wishing he had thought to bring a potion for his asthma. He would have to remember to keep a bottle or two on hand from now on. 

Finally, the footsteps slowed enough to open the door to the greenhouses and the form of a messy-haired boy materialised. After discarding his cloak and robes, Harry Potter let out a weak cry, collapsing into the ground and cradling his head in his hands. He was breathing hard from the running but also, Draco thought, from something else. Was he having a panic attack?

He should be happy about this, right? Here was his chance to prove himself to Voldemort. To everyone. Potter couldn’t fight back in this condition, not effectively, anyway. But, though he knew all would be forgiven if he killed or even injured ‘the chosen one’, something felt wrong about attacking someone when they were down, even if that someone was Harry Potter.

So Draco hung back, just silently observing from the doorway until Potter picked himself up and started walking toward the lake. After a moment of consideration, he decided to follow again, creeping through the shadows in the Gryffindor’s wake. 

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Harry was staring intently at the bacon that had been sitting on his plate untouched for a full twenty minutes. He had yet even to taste it and while he was sure it was delicious, the thought of eating or drinking anything made him physically ill.

Ron and Hermione had materialised on either side of him only a few minutes ago and Ron was already started on his third plate of sausage and eggs. Hermione, on the other hand, was staring at her dark-haired friend with concern pooling in her eyes. 

“Are you alright, Harry,” She asked. “You haven’t been eating much recently and you don’t look like you have slept in weeks.”

“I’m fine,” he replied, very convincingly, he thought, for such a blatant lie. “Just, erm, tired from quidditch practice yesterday.” He tried to smile reassuringly but it felt wrong on his face.

“Okay. Ron and I are here for you, though, you know that? If you ever need anything, just tell us.” Hermione gave him a quick side hug before turning back to her pumpkin juice.

“Okay.”

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Harry was about to enter his dormitory when he heard Ron and Hermione talking. 

“I’m worried about him. When I came to wake you up, he was already out of bed. He usually doesn’t get out of bed until twenty minutes before class unless I intervene. And did you see him at breakfast? He didn’t touch any of his food,” Hermione said.

“Maybe he ate before we got there?”

“I don’t think so. Plus, even if he did, did you see the circles under his eyes? I thought he got into another fight with Malfoy when I saw him earlier. And he didn’t even have the energy to yell at Malfoy when he messed with Harry’s antidote during potions class. He hasn’t been himself since . . .”

“Sirius, I know. Maybe he just needs time. They were really close, Hermione.”

“I know that!” she snapped. “You think I don’t know that, Ron?” Her voice quavered, “I was there too. I saw the way he lit up whenever he got a letter. But we have to do something. Do you think Madam Pomfrey could help?”

“Maybe. We can go during lunch tomorrow if you want.”

“Alright.”

Harry heard two sets of footsteps make their way toward him and he spun around, leaping down the stairs to the common room so no one would know he’d been eavesdropping. My baby has come to life! Thank you so much to my magnificent beta Alyx for all your help!

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#drarry fanfiction #lgbtq #sixth year #artist draco #harry is trying to cope with sirius's death #Insomnia #Depression #grief/mourning #Harry Potter has a gay crisis #draco malfoy has a gay crisis #eating disorder #enemies to friends to lovers

[crystalanis]

Moonlight revenge - transfer student

As always the ruckus of lunch break was hard to navigate through

Pardon me, i said for the hundredth time as i tried to squeeze past the crowd. And for the hundredth time i was ignored.

As stealthy as a breeze my sister calls me. Unless my hair gets caught in someone's button. Again. I was prepared this time, my brown hair in a long braid followed me like a whip, zigzagging through the jungle of people, right to the back garden. Behind the bushes, under the window of the 2nd story library, was a giant oak. With stone seating around the trunk.

I finally sat down. Putting my leather bag beside me and pulling out my book and lunch. The oak looked out to the road leading up to kelling high. I wonder why it was harder than usual to get here.

I was eating my pb&j and opening my braid to let my hair breathe when i saw what could possibly be the reason of today's riot.

A long, chic, ridiculous black car was driving up the road to the school entry. Behind to rolled down glass was a boy. His dark hair flying in the breeze. His gaze elsewhere. Damn. Another hottie.

Just for a moment we locked eyes, and i intuitively hid behind my book, before mentally facepalming myself for my reaction. Before i could look back, the car was gone.

What good does daydreaming about someone make  Alex? Just... Huh... Just eat your damn sandwich.

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"Was it really necessary to change schools?" I geunted "its october already. Couldn't we forgive and forget?"

"I am not going to have an argument with you on a subject neither of us have a say in, sir"

Just like that my driver dismissed me. Unbelievable.

We rounded a corner and i saw a giant oak tree. And under it.... A girl? Her hair was blown by the wind and our eyes locked. She immediately hid behind her book. How adorable. I hid my smile as we drove past.

The moment we reached the main gates it was swarming with people. Of course i dont expect any less. It must be their honour having me or the premises, let alone me enrolling here.

I put on my sunglasses even though there was barely any sun and almost expected flash photography as i stepped out.

I took a few steps and took off my sunglasses dramatically as i saw not the headmistress, not the teachers but a mere student come up to me.

A few screams broke loose as i did that and i tried to look nonchalant untill i heard a name screamed out that wasnt mine.

"Lucas! Oh look here lucas!"

I turned trying to decipher who on earth would scream someone else's name in my vicinity and who on earth this lucas was. Until the answer presented himself.

The student walked up to me and held out his hand. "Welcome to kelling high mister evenson. I'm lucas mccree head prefect."

I took a nonamused look at his hand and looked away, waiting for someone more competent to escort me.

"Headmistress dune sent me to escort you to her office."

He dropped his hand and showed me the way. I took one last desperate glance at my driver who sat back in his seat and drove away. Traitor. I cleared my throat and followed mister prefect.

The guide to the principals office was a gruesome lecture about the history of the castle and its lavishly benumbed stone walls. I could not. Care. Less.

A sigh escaped my mouth and i glanced behind at the group of girls following us. And they looked fine. I winked at one with the best bod and the giant bossomed girl blushed and came forward.

I like that. I put an arm around her and as she played with my shawl i grabbed her chin to steal a kiss, when mr prefect interrupted us.

"Physical intimacy is strictly prohibited on school grounds mr Evenson"

It stopped me in my tracks and made the girl in my arms scrurry back into the crowd. So its like that huh?

"Please. Call me Asher" i gave a dry smile

"Very well, Asher, the headmistress is waiting for you"

I followed his outstretched hand to the giant double decked doors. I entered and saw The room open up to what can only be called a witch's tower. A round room with floor to ceiling windows and 3 levels of bookcases that lead up to a giant glass ceiling.

"What the f--"

"Mr Evenson!" The red chair turned around, revealing an old lady in a gray suit. Rocking a red lipstick and a giant greed pendant. Her nails were done and adorned with various rings on fingers that lay on her knees. "We have been hearing about you"

"Great things i suppose" i said with a grim. My father almost bought this place with the amount of donations he gave.

"Things... Not necessarily great" She dismissed "i hope you weren't too inconvenienced by the mid year transfer. In fact your transfer was something planned from quite some time ago." She said as she pointed at the chair in front of her for me to sit.

"This is news to me" i said as i sat down.

"Your father is of the honoured alumni." She pointed at the wall of frames that i suppose one of them must contain a photo of my father.

It does make sense. Its the most agreeable reason for my father to support such a far off fallen School on an island in the middle of nowhere

"You were expecting me?"

"I suppose we lacked a reason, but thankfully to your own shenanigans this problem was also solved"

At the point i was completely taken aback. I wouldn't mind some banter but the way the staff has been acting is straight up rude. How dare they.

The smile of the headmistress was off putting. Ever since i stepped into this place a chill has been following me. I wonder if it is because of the old building or... Something else entirely?

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Hopefully we can follow asher, alex and lucas in their future shenanigans as well

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[ernstmacmillan]

   ━━   hey, isn’t that ERNEST “ERNIE’ MACMILLAN  ? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY SIX  year old  [ pure blood ] WIZARD is a [  HUFFLEPUFF alumnus who has gone on to be a POLITICS EDITOR FOR THE DAILY PROPHET ].  i’ve heard they can be quite BRAVE  & SCHOLARLY, but i don’t know… they came off very IMPULSIVE &  OBSESSIVE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

BASICS.

name — ernest macmillan

nick names — ernie

titles & alias’ — prefect, daily prophet reporter

gender — cismale

pronouns — he/him/his

romantic & sexual orientation — homoomantic & homosexual 

age — twenty-six

place of birth — edinburgh, scotland 

current residence — london, england

PERSONALITY.

positive traits — intelligent, diligent, hard working, humble

negative traits — impulsive, obsessive, jumps to conclusions  

likes  — reading, writing, spending time with friends, politics,  coffee 

dislikes  — people who are ignorant, people who misuse their authority, people who don’t help others when they can, mm

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

eye color — green

hair color — blonde 

hair style — worn wavy

complexion — slight tan

build — athletic

height — 5’10”

clothing — ernie has a very casual style when he is not working, jeans, shorts or joggers button down short sleeved shirts that are usually a light material, light jackets, crop tops, tank tops or hoodies. he wears sneakers almost exclusively. when he is working he usually wears dress shirts, slacks, and sweaters with loafers. Other times he goes with turtleneck. When he is in formal situations he wears tuxes, with a usually velvet dinner jacket. He at times, depending on the situation likes to experiment with new looks, and new styles, pushing himself in ways. 

accessories & jewelry — ernie does not wear a lot of jewelry but he does occasionally wear simple rings or a simple chain when he’s out with friends

faceclaim — nico greetham

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents —   Mr. and Mrs. Macmillan

siblings — none

cousins   — none

romantic interest — tbd 

children — none

pets — none

MISC.

religion —  agnostic 

known languages — english 

#about!Ernie #introduction!Ernie #nox.intro

[twst-bs]

TWST Vice Dorm Leaders and a Stressed-out MC

I couldn't leave out the Vice Dorm Leaders! I'm just used to working in chunks of seven because of my Obey Me! writing. I'll do a piece for all of the other characters as well!

Note: I wrote most of these to be ambiguous, but Ortho's in meant to be read as platonic. I just wanted to give the little dude some love.

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Trey: "Do you not like it?"

They only just barely managed to catch their fork before it clattered against the plate. With everything going through their head at a mile a minute, they had completely forgotten what they were supposed to be doing.

“No! I mean, yes, I like it!” they stumbled over their words, pasting a hopefully-convincing grin on their face.

“Really?” Trey fixed them with a knowing look and they felt themselves wither beneath it. “Because you only took one bite before staring off into middle distance.”

“Oh,” their grin turned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Something on your mind?” he asked, taking a seat on the stool across from them. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Damn it, they had really hoped Trey wouldn’t figure them out. Or at least take more than ten minutes.

The pressure had been mounting lately. Trying to stay on top of impossible classes, watching over Grimm, the ever-looming problem of them not being able to go back to their own world and the moral dilemma of if they even wanted to go back...they had a lot of things on their mind, and they didn’t even know where to start.

This was supposed to be a light-hearted little night in. Trey had found a new recipe he wanted to try out, and they were always willing to be the taste-tester. But, of course, good old anxiety had decided to drop in and ruin the fun, and the cute date night had turned south before it had even really begun.

“Hey, easy,” Trey’s voice cut through the fog that was slowly descending over their brain. “I know that face. Will talking about it help or hurt?”

“...I don’t know,” they mumbled, setting their fork down. “I’m sorry, Trey, I -”

“Nope.” he reached across the kitchen island and gently slipped his hand beneath theirs. They squeezed it back, letting him run his thumb over their knuckles as they tried to fight down the panic that threatened to burst from within. “No apologies are necessary. Take your time.”

“But I ruined our date,” they sighed, shoulders slumping. “Just because I couldn’t get out of my own head for a few hours.”

“Riddle couldn’t get out of his own head for almost two decades, and I’m still friends with him.” Trey chuckled. “Your mental well-being is more important than a silly date night. You can talk to me about anything, any time, anywhere, and I won’t be angry with you, promise.”

“...Can I still have the cake?”

“Yes, you can still have the cake.”

Ruggie: It had been another long night.

Sleepless nights were a pretty common occurrence for the Ramshackle Prefect, unfortunately. Even if they were dead tired at the end of the day, they often tossed and turned the whole night, managing maybe a few hours of sleep at best. Which often led to days like this.

They could barely keep their eyes open, even as they walked to their next class. They were on autopilot, going through their daily motions. The books in their bag felt like they might as well be boulders, and the thought of climbing the stairs made them want to cry. Their legs felt like lead.

“Gotcha!”

They definitely didn’t scream when a pair of lithe arms wrapped around their middle. No way, you have no proof.

“Sheesh, herbivore, you’re loud.” Ruggie snickered, hooking his chin over their shoulder. “You could wake the dead like that. Is that how you wake up the ghosts in your dorm?”

“Ruggie, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Your fault for not payin’ attention!” He gave them a fond squeeze around the middle before letting them go. “I’ve been walkin’ behind you since you left your class. You wouldn’t survive a day in the Savannah, walkin’ around with your head in the clouds like that.”

“Why didn’t you say anything, instead of stalking me like a creep?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ruggie cackled. However, his snarky grin dropped from his face when he got a good look at them. “Hey, you aren’t lookin’ so good.”

“Didn’t sleep very well,” they shrugged, readjusting the strap on their bag so it wasn’t digging into their shoulder. Ruggie scowled, eyes narrowing.

“Again?”

They stuck their tongue out at him. “It’s not like I do it on purpose.”

The hyena stared at them for a little bit longer before sighing. “I guess it can’t be helped. Come on.” he grabbed their wrist, tugging them in the opposite direction of their next class.

“Hey, where are we going?”

“Back to Ramshackle,” Ruggie said lightly.

“Oh, but you scold Leona when he skips?” they poked him in the side with their free hand, and he squirmed away.

“Leona doesn’t need three afternoon naps,” the hyena sniggered. “You look like you could use a coma.”

Jade: “Thank you again for helping out.”

Their arms felt like jelly. Their legs were about ready to fall off. Their face hurt from having to put on a fake smile for the past few hours.

“No problem!” they said brightly. The fake smile could last a few more minutes. “I guess Floyd can’t give you guys more notice when he decides to skip his shift, huh?”

“No, Floyd does what he wants, when he wants.” Jade chuckled lightly, wiping his hands on the towel draped over his arm. Friday nights at the lounge were always busy, so of course that was when Floyd decided he didn’t want to work. Mostro Lounge didn’t have that many options, so Jade had called and asked them if they would mind helping out.

Honestly, they should have said no. They were tired, they had a lot of homework to do, and they honestly just needed a night to themselves for once. But, the thought of letting someone down triggered a deep and primal fear in them, and before they even really knew what they were doing, they had agreed. And here they were.

“...would you like?”

They had to stop themselves from physically shaking themselves out of their trance. “What? I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

Jade raised an eyebrow, but politely decided not to comment. “One of the rules at the Lounge is that those who work that day get a free meal after their shift. I asked what you would like.”

“Oh! Um, I’m fine, really, I wouldn’t want to -” their stomach chose that moment to disagree, grumbling loudly in protest of not being fed. How long had it been since lunch? Had they even eaten lunch?

“Both I and your stomach insist, it seems.” Jade pulled out his waiter’s pad. “You’ve earned a meal for your hard work.”

“But -”

“You aren’t troubling anyone.” Jade cut in, seemingly more in tune with their thoughts than they were. “And I wouldn’t have been angry with you if you had turned down my request for help.”

“How did you -”

“Now, what would you like to eat?”

The two of them stood at an impasse for a moment.

“...the tomato basil bisque and grilled cheese sounded good.”

Jamil: “You’re going to chop your fingers off.”

They almost hit the ceiling when Jamil’s hand covered their own. They hadn’t even realized their hands had been shaking until his warm palm steadied theirs.Gently, carefully, he brought the knife down onto the vegetables they were chopping in a nice, clean cut.

“You don’t have to help if you aren’t feeling well.” Jamil took the knife from their hands, setting it down on the cutting board. Kalim had spontaneously announced another one of Scarabia’s famous parties, and of course that left most of the prep work to Jamil. Although Kalim was at least handling the decorations this time. Baby steps.

When they heard the news a few days prior, they had offered to help, and Jamil had practically deflated with relief. Every time Kalim held a party at the dorm, Jamil felt like a zombie for at least the next day and a half. They had personally seen him take a basketball to the face because he had been so tired. Although that might have been Floyd messing with him.

But, of course, when they woke up the day of the party, something had felt off. Nothing in particular had caused them to feel strange, but it could have been a bunch of little things. Regardless of the cause, it was a day best spent alone, dealing with the random anxiety. But, they had made a promise, and even though they wanted to back out, said anxiety also wouldn’t let them for fear of inconveniencing someone even a little bit.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” they grinned, shaking their wrist out. “Just spent a bit too long working on Trein’s homework. I’m pretty sure you get better grades if you write long paragraphs.”

“The trick is to make them long and unnecessarily fancy,” Jamil’s lips quirked upwards as he hip-checked them out of the way. “And don’t think you can distract me.”

“Damn it.”

Jamil shook his head. “Don’t push yourself so hard.”

“Pot meet kettle, Jamil.”

“I’m serious.” he leveled them with a steely look that had them feeling like a child getting scolded. “Honestly, with all of the stuff you do for everyone, I’m surprised you haven’t cracked yet.”

“...Me too, honestly.”

“See? Give yourself a break every once in a while.”

“Only if you do, too, Mr. I-Don’t-Need-Any-Help.”

His stern look softened until he was smiling fondly at them, warmth in his eyes. “Deal.”

Rook: “Non, non, this is unacceptable.”

They had heard Rook’s footsteps as he approached, which meant he wanted them to notice him. Otherwise he would have been completely silent.

Hand still on the spine of the book they were attempting to ease out of the tightly-packed library shelves, they turned to look at him. “What’s unacceptable?”

“The hunch to your shoulders, mon bijou.” the hunter swept dramatically into the light. “The sallowness of your skin. The shadows beneath your eyes!”

“Rook…”

“You look very tired, my dear.” Rook dropped his usual flamboyant act, approaching them with concern shining in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Just…” after a moment, they turned to him and rapped their knuckles lightly against their head. “A lot going on up here, you know?”

“I do,” Rook nodded. “You have many things to be worrying about, don’t you?.”

He stepped forward, grasping both of their hands in his. They were trembling lightly, since when had that started?

“You know I pride myself in being a protector of all things beautiful,” Rook gave their hands a squeeze. “And seeing your beautiful heart burdened so...it is my duty to ease it’s weight. So please, if there is anything I can do to help, tell me.”

Ortho: “Sorry for bothering you like this, Ortho.”

The little robot-boy smiled. “It’s no problem! I’m glad to help! Something as simple as a body scan is no trouble.”

The two of them were sat in the Ignihyde lounge. It was late enough that most of the dorm members had holed themselves up in their rooms - Ignihyde wasn’t known for its social butterflies, after all. But Ortho had still been up and about when the Ramshackle Prefect came knocking.

The infirmary closed around 5pm, although there was a nurse on-call for emergencies. So when something was wrong with a student, but not necessarily life threatening, they went to NRC’s resident robot. Ortho could scan for most problems in seconds, and more than once the nurses had asked to borrow him.

The little scanner on his chest opened up. The blue light swept over the Prefect’s body for a few seconds before Ortho beeped and the light disappeared.

“Heart rate: 102. No physical cause detected.” he reported. “It looks like you’re a little bit stressed.”

“...Yeah, that tracks.” they sighed. “I guess there’s nothing you can do for general anxiety, huh?”

“I don’t think so.” Ortho shrugged, looking sad. “I’m sorry, I wish I could help more.”

“It’s okay!” the Prefect smiled. “You did help! I was worried I was sick or something.”

Ortho still didn’t look satisfied. “But...ah!” he hit his fist against his palm. They could practically see the lightbulb go off in his head. Actually, they were a little surprised Idia had not installed that feature yet. “There is one thing I can do.”

“What’s that?”

The Prefect made a soft “oof” sound as Ortho darted forward and wrapped his arms around them. He was a little cold, being made of metal, but the thought was there.

“Internet research says that sometimes a hug can make people feel better. Does it work? I hope it works.”

They felt like they were going to cry. Or explode. Or both. “Yeah, I think it works.”

Lilia: “You don’t need to look so stressed, you know.”

Lilia laughed when the Ramshackle Prefect jumped, fangs poking out. “You’ve wound yourself so tightly, I wonder if you’ll break.”

To be fair, the Diasomnia lounge could be quite intimidating. It often took first years a few solid months to be comfortable in it. So Lilia wasn’t surprised that the human was ill at ease sitting there as Lilia served the two of them tea.

“That old story about being trapped in the Fae world if you eat their food isn’t true, you know.” Lilia sat down on the couch opposite of them, taking a sip of his tea. “At least, not that I’m aware of.”

The human squirmed slightly, and Lilia sighed. “Go on, drink. This is the type of tea I used to give to Malleus when he couldn’t sleep.”

The image of a baby Malleus being soothed by Lilia was so ridiculously cute that it brought a smile to their face. Lilia hummed happily in response.

“There’s the smile I was looking for.” he set his cup down. “Now, what brings you here so late? Nightmares again?”

“...Yeah…” they sighed, the tension in their body falling away like someone had cut the strings of a marionette. “I just wish they would stop so I could sleep.”

“Do you want to talk about them?” Lilia asked.

“It’s the same one, it’s always the same one.” they groaned, reaching for the tea cup. It smelled of chamomile and lavender, a perfect sleeping concoction. “I’m being chased, but I can’t tell by what, and every time I turn a corner the thing gets closer, and - and -”

“Hush, don’t work yourself up.” he moved from his spot on the couch to sit next to them. “Take a drink, there’s a good child.”

They took a sip of tea, focusing on the feeling of warmth down their throat as a way to ground themselves to the present. “I’m sorry.”

“You needn’t apologize,” Lilia murmured, reaching up to pet their hair. “Drink your tea, now, and I’ll make sure you get some sleep.”

#twisted wonderland #disney's twisted wonderland #twst trey #twst ruggie #twst jade #twst jamil #twst rook #twst ortho #twst lilia

[littlestivy]

Every canon Dramione moment

I have compiled here a list of every single time Draco and Hermione interacted in canon, talked about one another, or could have conceivably interacted for all your Hogwarts-era fanfic needs! 

If I left anything out, please don’t hesitate to comment or DM me! There are some really obvious ones I left out e.g. the fanfic classics: prefects’ bathroom, Astronomy Tower, Black Lake, Potions lesson...

I haven’t included page numbers because every edition is different and it would be confusing. This list is intended as pinpoint references for you to check out the scene in your own books, which is why they’re not super detailed.

Enjoy!

Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 6: The Journey  from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

Harry and Draco’s altercation on the train—Hermione isn't there at the time but comes along soon after (could have bumped into him in the corridor)

Chapter 7: The Sorting Hat

Sorting Ceremony

Chapter 8: The Potions Master

Hermione trying to answer a question in potions, Draco and the Slytherins laughing at her

Chapter 9: The Midnight Duel

Draco tries to steal Neville's Remembrall at breakfast

flying lesson

Draco inviting Harry to a duel, Hermione overhears

Chapter 10: Hallowe'en

Harry receives his Nimbus Two Thousand and Draco confronts him, overheard by Hermione

Ron says something mean about Hermione after the Wingardium Leviosa lesson, she gets upset and isn't seen in the next class (could have potentially run into Draco while upset?)

Chapter 11: Quidditch

in courtyard during break

Hermione sets fire to Snape's robes during the Quidditch match against Slytherin (could have run into Draco on the way there)

Chapter 12: The Mirror of Erised

altercation with Draco after Potions

Chapter 13: Nicolas Flamel

Draco sitting behind Ron and Hermione during a Quidditch game and provoking Ron, Ron eventually tackles him and a fight breaks out between Ron, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Neville

Chapter 14: Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback

Malfoy overhears the Trio talking about Norbert at breakfast

Malfoy took Ron's book, which had a letter to Charlie asking to get rid of Norbert (Hermione could have confronted him to get the book back)

Malfoy caught by Professor McGonagall while the Trio are under the Invisibility Cloak

Chapter 15: The Forbidden Forest

Hermione keeping her head down in class after contributing to Gryffindor losing 150 points (Draco could potentially notice this?)

detention, Hermione worried about Draco and Ron when red sparks are seen

Chapter 17: The Man with Two Faces

Gryffindor wins the House Cup over Slytherin

Hermione comes top of the year (Draco is presumably second)

Chamber of Secrets

Chapter 4: At Flourish and Blotts

brawl between Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley in Flourish and Blotts

Chapter 6: Gilderoy Lockhart

Draco making fun of Harry about signed photographs in the courtyard, Hermione has her nose buried in a book

Chapter 7: Mudbloods and Murmurs

Draco calls Hermione a Mudblood for the first time

Chapter 8: The Deathday Party

finding Mrs Norris and the "enemies of the heir beware" message

Chapter 9: The Writing on the Wall

Hermione sceptical about Malfoy being Slytherin's Heir

Chapter 10: The Rogue Bludger

Hermione researching Polyjuice Potion in the library

Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch match

Hermione wanting to know how Malfoy fixed the bludger

Malfoy being yelled at by Marcus Flint for not catching the Snitch

Chapter 11: The Duelling Club

distraction for Hermione to sneak into Snape's stores and steal ingredients (the distraction is fireworks into Goyle's Swelling Solution, Draco gets hit in the face and his nose swells up)

duelling club (Harry and Malfoy, Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode—which devolves into physical wrestling)

Chapter 12: The Polyjuice Potion

Malfoy talking about Hermione to disguised Harry and Ron

"I hope it's Granger."

Chapter 13: The Very Secret Diary

students trying to catch glimpses of Hermione in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey puts up a screen

Valentine's Day, dwarves delivering cards

Chapter 14: Cornelius Fudge

Hermione was Petrified near the library

Chapter 15: Aragog

visitors barred from the hospital wing

"Pity it wasn't Granger."

Chapter 16: The Chamber of Secrets

Hermione had a ripped out page in her hand (popular fan theory that Draco ripped it out of a book and snuck it into Hermione’s things)

Chapter 18: Dobby's Reward

Hermione healed and returns to the Great Hall

Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 5: The Dementor

Draco and co coming to their train compartment but Lupin is there

Malfoy elbowing past Hermione to make fun of Harry for fainting

Chapter 6: Talons and Tea Leaves

Draco does a swooning impression of Harry in the Great Hall at breakfast, Hermione tells Harry to ignore him

Hermione storming away after an argument with Ron about Divination

Care of Magical Creatures lesson

Buckbeak attacks Malfoy

Hermione nervously asking if he'll be alright

Chapter 7: The Boggart in the Wardrobe

Malfoy returning to Potions, bandaged (LOTS of interaction, go read the scene)

Hermione catching up after using the Time-Turner, her bag splits

Chapter 8: Flight of the Fat Lady

Hermione and Ron going to Hogsmeade without Harry (Malfoy is also going)

Chapter 9: Grim Defeat

Sirius Black attacks the Fat Lady, all students sleep in the Great Hall

Chapter 11: The Firebolt

preparing a defence for Buckbeak with resources from the library

Chapter 12: The Patronus

Hermione avoiding Harry and Ron (spending her time in the library) because they're mad at her for telling McGonagall about the Firebolt

Chapter 13: Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw

Hermione, Ron and Harry fighting after Scabbers disappears

Draco and co pretend to be Dementors at the match to spook Harry, he shoots a Patronus at them (Hermione was at the match, alone)

Chapter 14: Snape's Grudge

Hermione going down to visit Hagrid often, feeling lonely (helping with Buckbeak's case)

Chapter 15: The Quidditch Final

Hermione slaps Draco

thinking about Malfoy and lost track of things, forgot to go to Charms

Hermione storms out of Divination

Gryffindor/Slytherin tensions high, scuffles breaking out in the corridors

Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Final

Chapter 16: Professor Trelawney's Prediction

Draco lost his swagger after the Quidditch Final but regained it to brag about Buckbeak's upcoming execution

Hermione's fear is failure (potential fanfic scene where we learn Draco’s fear?)

Goblet of Fire

Chapter 8: The Quidditch World Cup

Malfoys and Weasleys encounter each other in the top box

Chapter 9: The Dark Mark

Death Eaters at the World Cup, Draco warning Hermione to keep her bushy head down

Chapter 11: Aboard the Hogwarts Express

overhearing Draco tell his friends about his father wanting him to go to Durmstrang

Draco comes to their compartment, hints about the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione tells him to go away

Chapter 13: Mad-Eye Moody

Blast-Ended Skrewts lesson

Draco taunting Ron with a Daily Prophet article about his father

Draco turned into a ferret by Moody

Hermione saying Malfoy could have been hurt

Chapter 15: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang

Hagrid puts down Malfoy during a lesson (something about making a good ferret)

Chapter 16: The Goblet of Fire

Krum decides to sit at the Slytherin table, Malfoy is smug

Chapter 18: The Weighing of the Wands

Malfoy mocking Harry about being the Champion

Potter stinks badges outside Potions, Malfoy offers Hermione one but says "don't touch my hand"

Hermione hit with Densaugeo when Harry and Malfoy duel (her teeth grow)

Chapter 19: The Hungarian Horntail

Hermione enduring taunts from Slytherin girls about being called "stunningly pretty" in Rita Skeeter article

Hermione and Harry (invisible) in Hogsmeade, people keep looking at Hermione, thinking she's talking to herself

Chapter 20: The First Task

Hermione watching from the stands

Chapter 21: The House-Elf Liberation Front

Draco and co hiding in Hagrid's cabin from the Skrewts, Hermione and co outside helping to wrangle them

Hermione going down to the kitchens to see the house-elves

Chapter 22: The Unexpected Task

Neville asked Hermione to the ball during Potions but she said she was going with someone (could have been overheard by Draco)

Chapter 23: The Yule Ball

Draco ridiculing Hermione, disbelieving she's been invited to the ball, she calls him a twitchy little ferret 

That scene... Draco can't find an insult to throw at her 

Ron and Hermione argument at the Yule Ball, she storms off

Chapter 24: Rita Skeeter's Scoop

Draco showing Harry and co the article on Hagrid

Chapter 26: The Second Task 

Hermione and Ron taken for Black Lake task

Chapter 27: Padfoot Returns 

Hermione tetchy about being teased for the fact she was Krum's hostage in the second task

Witch Weekly article, Pansy mocking Hermione, Draco part of the group 

Hermione smiles and waves sarcastically across the room at them 

moved seats by Snape in Potions, Hermione has to sit by Pansy

Chapter 28: The Madness of Mr Crouch 

Hermione receives hate mail, including one filled with Bubotuber pus, Slytherin table saw this at breakfast 

more hate mail and Howlers

Chapter 31: The Third Task 

watching Malfoy talk into his hand through the window 

Daily Prophet article about Harry fainting drops, Draco ridicules him across the Great Hall

Hermione realises Skeeter is an Animagus and runs to library to investigate 

Hermione in the stands for the task 

Chapter 35: Veritaserum

Harry comes out of the maze with a dead Cedric, the whole school is there

Chapter 37: The Beginning 

Dumbledore's speech about Cedric's death and Voldemort’s return, Malfoy and co muttering to each other 

Hermione caught Skeeter on the hospital wing window sill 

Draco overheard and mockingly congratulates her, says some foul things and the Trio all hex him at once 

pushing the unconscious Malfoy and co into the train corridor 

Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 6: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Draco on the Black family tree tapestry in Grimmauld Place

Chapter 10: Luna Lovegood

Hermione and Ron going to Prefects carriage (Malfoy there)

Malfoy comes to carriage to gloat, Hermione tells him to shut up and get out

Draco being foul to a first-year, Hermione there to witness it

Chapter 12: Professor Umbridge

Potions lesson, Draught of Peace (Harry gets his Vanished and Draco laughs, Hermione's is perfect)

Chapter 13: Detention with Dolores

Bowtruckles lesson, Draco imitating Hermione with her hand up

Draco talking loudly during the lesson about Hagrid, Hermione counselling Harry and Ron to ignore him

Chapter 15: The Hogwarts High Inquisitor

receiving marks back for their moonstone essay in Potions

Umbridge inspecting Care of Magical Creatures, Malfoy telling Umbridge about the Hippogriff attack

Hermione giving Harry Murtlap solution (must have procured it from somewhere, could have potentially run into Draco)

Chapter 16: The Hog's Head

Hermione still writing to Viktor, would have to go up to the Owlery (presumably, Draco writes home to his mother often)

hypothesising that maybe it was Malfoy who tipped off Filch that Harry was ordering Dungbombs, Hermione goes deep into thought

Chapter 17: Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four

Malfoy bragging about the Slytherin Quidditch team being allowed to play and makes a comment about St. Mungo's, Neville attacks him

Chapter 19: The Lion and the Serpent

Slytherin players trying to hex Gryffindor players prior to Quidditch match (Alicia Spinnet attacked in the library)

Draco imitating Ron dropping the Quaffle

Hermione had been close enough to Slytherin to see the 'Weasley is our King' badges

Malfoy composed the 'Weasley is our King' lyrics

Harry and George attack Malfoy after the match

Chapter 21: The Eye of the Snake

Hermione visiting Hagrid's cabin

Thestrals lesson

Umbridge ridiculing Hagrid, Hermione is furious

Malfoy and co taking a jab at Ron, Hermione saying to ignore them

Chapter 22: St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Kreacher not answering Sirius' summons, probably already with Narcissa by now, probably telling her about “the Mudblood”

Chapter 23: Christmas on the Closed Ward

Hermione took the Knight Bus to Grimmauld Place (therefore was in the wizarding world, could have potentially run into Draco)

Chapter 24: Occlumency

Fifth-year students studying in the library for O.W.L.s

Chapter 26: Seen and Unforeseen

Malfoy and co in the library muttering after Harry named their fathers as Death Eaters in the Quibbler interview

Trelawney is sacked, the whole school is there

Chapter 27: The Centaur and the Sneak

Umbridge crashes the DA, Draco catches Harry and is sent off to catch others (could potentially catch Hermione)

Chapter 28: Snape's Worst Memory

Draco docks points from Hermione for speaking badly about Umbridge, revealing he's part of the Inquisitorial Squad

Calls her a Mudblood, Ron whips out his wand but Hermione stops him

Chapter 30: Grawp

Inquisitorial Squad stalking the corridors after the Weasley twins' exit

Chapter 31: O.W.L.S

Hermione worried after overhearing Draco bragging about how his father knows Griselda Marchbanks, the examiner

Chapter 32: Out of the Fire

Umbridge catches them in her office trying to contract Sirius

Malfoy leaning against the window sill, Hermione pinioned by Millicent Bulstrode

look of eagerness and greed on Malfoy's face at Hermione’s mention of a secret weapon

Chapter 38: The Second War Begins

Hermione in hospital wing having to drink lots of potions because of Dolohov's curse

Malfoy and co try to attack Harry on the train, DA members turn them into slugs and stuff them in the luggage racking

Half-Blood Prince

Chapter 6: Draco's Detour

altercation in Madam Malkin's, Draco calls Hermione a Mudblood to his mother

"Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers."

see Draco skulking on the street through the window of Fred and George's

spying on Draco in Borgin and Burke's

Hermione goes into the shop after Draco left in order to investigate

Chapter 7: The Slug Club

Hermione not super interested in talking about Draco compared to Harry

disbelieving that Draco is a Death Eater

Hermione and Ron have to go to the prefect carriage

Ron and Hermione saw Malfoy in the Slytherin carriage as they walked past (he gave them the finger) 

hypothesising about why Malfoy wasn't in the prefect carriage

Chapter 8: Snape Victorious

Hermione and Ron would have noticed Harry was missing when they got off the train

Dumbledore's speech about Voldemort, Malfoy playing with his fork

Chapter 9: The Half-Blood Prince

Hermione weighing in on Malfoy's overheard boasts about his standing with the Dark Lord

Malfoy sniggering at Snape ridiculing Hermione in DADA (implying Slytherins now share the class with Gryffindors)

Amortentia in Potions, Malfoy and Nott snigger when Hermione tells Slughorn she's Muggle-born

Draco really wants the Felix Felicis

Chapter 11: Hermione's Helping Hand

Prophet article about Malfoy Manor being searched for Dark objects

Chapter 12: Silver and Opals

Hermione rebutting Harry's instant assumption that Malfoy gave Katie Bell the cursed necklace

Chapter 14: Felix Felicis

Malfoy "ill" and can't play the Quidditch match

not going immediately to the Gryffindor celebration party because she got in a tiff with Ron

Lavender and Ron kissing, Hermione runs away to an empty classroom

attacking Ron with the birds, storming off and crying

Chapter 15: The Unbreakable Vow

Hermione refuses to be in the common room while Ron and Lavender are there, spends most of her evenings in the library

Hermione disproving Harry's theory that Draco snuck the necklace in to school

leaving Transfiguration quickly after the bell to go cry, forgetting her things

taking Cormac to the Slug Club Christmas party and then running away from him

Draco lurking in upstairs corridor and being pulled up by Filch for gatecrashing

Chapter 17: A Sluggish Memory

Hermione got back to Hogwarts a few hours before Harry and Ron after Christmas (visiting Hagrid, but could have potentially crossed paths with Draco)

Hermione sceptical about Harry's overheard conversation between Snape and Malfoy

Chapter 18: Birthday Surprises

Hermione moving as far away from Ron as possible in Potions

both Malfoy and Hermione furious about Harry's bezoar stunt

Hermione researching Horcruxes in the restricted section

Malfoy and Crabbe having a whispered argument during Apparition lessons

Harry watching Malfoy on the Map (could lead to some awkward scenarios with 6th Year Dramione lol), but Draco can’t be seen when in the Room of Requirement

Chapter 19: Elf Tails

Hermione rushing to the hospital wing to see Ron

Draco and co (disguised with Polyjuice Potion) skulking around castle

Chapter 20: Lord Voldemort's Request

Hermione repairing the "little girl's" (Goyle) dropped scales

Chapter 21: The Unknowable Room

Hermione achieved Apparition twice in lessons

Kreacher and Dobby giving their Malfoy update

the Trio discover Malfoy's been going to the Room of Requirement

realise that Draco stole Polyjuice Potion and is feeding it to Crabbe and Goyle

Hermione again sceptical about Malfoy having the Dark Mark

the Trio discover Draco visits Moaning Myrtle in the boys' bathroom and cries (although, Myrtle specifically didn’t mention Draco, as it’s a secret)

Chapter 22: After the Burial

Hermione telling Harry to forget about Malfoy

Chapter 24: Sectumsempra

Katie returns to school and says she got the necklace in the ladies loo of the Three Broomsticks (Rosmerta was under the Imperius Curse)

Sectumsempra, Snape appears and heals Draco

everyone in school had heard about the incident from Moaning Myrtle, including Hermione

telling Harry off for using the spell

Chapter 25: The Seer Overheard

Hermione researching the Half-Blood Prince

Trelawney being bowled over by Malfoy, who was celebrating the cabinet being repaired

Harry giving Hermione and co the map, Felix Felicis etc in order to see why Malfoy was celebrating (he's going off with Dumbledore)

Chapter 27: The Lightning-Struck Tower

Dark Mark over Hogwarts, meaning the Death Eaters are in

Draco and Dumbledore in the tower

Draco got the coin idea to communicate with Rosmerta from Hermione, and also overheard her talking in the library about poisons (implying he’s been eavesdropping on her conversations)

Dumbledore offering to protect Draco and his family, Draco’s wand lowers

Chapter 28: Flight of the Prince

Snape and Malfoy running away, through the fighters

Chapter 30: The White Tomb

Harry has a bit of pity for Malfoy, probably shared it with Hermione and Ron

Deathly Hallows

Chapter 9: A Place to Hide

Draco being made to torture other Death Eaters who displease Voldemort, Harry may have told the others

Chapter 15: The Goblin's Revenge

Ron abandons them

Chapter 23: Malfoy Manor

Draco positively identifies Ron and Hermione (somewhat reluctantly) but not Harry

Bellatrix tortures Hermione, Draco was presumably in the room or taking the unconscious men outside like Bellatrix asked

Bellatrix offers Hermione to Greyback

Bellatrix threatening to slit Hermione's throat

probably best to just read the entire chapter

Chapter 30: The Sacking of Severus Snape

Hermione and Ron rush off to the Chamber of Secrets (could have crossed paths with Draco)

Chapter 31: The Battle of Hogwarts

Room of Requirement

Malfoy stops Crabbe from destroying the Room so they can find the diadem before Harry and co

Malfoy pulls Crabbe out of the way of Hermione's stunning spell

Crabbe shoots a Killing Curse at Hermione

the Trio save Malfoy and Goyle with broomsticks (Malfoy with Harry, Goyle with Hermione and Ron)

revealed that Crabbe is dead

Chapter 32: The Elder Wand

Draco pleading with Death Eaters that he's on their side, Harry stuns the Death Eaters, Ron punches Draco in the face

Chapter 33: The Prince's Tale

reprieve from battle, tending to the wounded and the dead in the Great Hall (no mention of where the Malfoys were)

Chapter 34: The Forest Again

Harry goes to the Forbidden Forest (left behind, Hermione and Ron are likely beside themselves)

Chapter 36: The Flaw in the Plan

"dead" Harry brought into the courtyard

Hermione, Ginny, and Luna duelling Bellatrix

Malfoys huddled together in a corner of the Great Hall

Nineteen Years Later

the Trio see Draco on the platform

but... Epilogue? What Epilogue?

#dramione #fanfic resource

[weelittleweasley]

Rules and Responsibilities | Fred x Reader

Prompt as requested by anon: Umbridge’s reign has taken its toll on the students of Hogwarts, especially you. Since her arrival, it seems like she has had a personal vendetta against some students in particular, you being one of them Falling victim to the brunt of Umbridge’s punishments, you try your best to keep your injuries a secret to most, especially that of your boyfriend, Fred. When Fred sees you talking more to Draco, your housemate, Fred’s jealousy rises and curiosity gets the best of him. What’s going on?

Warnings: cruel punishments of Umbridge, blood, scars, language

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: This was such a fun prompt! Thank you to the sweet ‘nonnie who sent it in! Xo

The nauseating color of bubblegum pink whisked down the hall, doling out orders before waving her wand as Filch ran behind her, trying to keep the pace. Students glared at the woman they begrudgingly called Head Master. Dolores Umbridge was a curse on Hogwarts, that was for certain. New rules were placed daily which limited the students to just studying and breathing. There was no room for relaxing or fun. A place where everyone once loved became miserable for all.

Not only were Umbridge’s rules unnecessary and pointless, her punishments for breaking her rules were uncalled for and cruel. You had first saw it on Harry Potter’s hand, scar that read I must not tell lies. He brushed it off as it was nothing, but you knew that this woman was a monster in pink. The most horrifying part about it all is that you didn’t know when her reign would end. 

But Harry wasn’t the only receiving cruel punishments like this. You sat down in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, next to your housemate, Draco. The two of you had a certain distaste for this class, even more so now that Umbridge was the professor. As you sat back in the class, you constantly checked your wristwatch, hoping that it would be over soon so you could bust out of the classroom, do your prefect duties, and meet your boyfriend at the Black Lake. 

“How long is this class again?” you groan to Draco quietly, earning a small smile from him, him trying to stifle a chuckle. “Seriously. We aren’t learning a damned thing and you expect me to sit here and do nothing?”

“Something to add, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Umbridge's voice reverberates in the classroom. In that moment, everyone shifts in their seats to look at you at the back of the classroom. You had been caught. You gulp as you mouth goes dry and Draco just smirks, knowing that you were in trouble now. Finally, it wasn’t him for once.

You couldn’t let Umbridge know that she made you nervous or scared. Instead, you swallowed your fears and calmly replied, “Nothing from me, Professor. Continue.” Your reply was polite, but had a certain kind of snarky tone that made Umbridge’s skin crawl with frustration. She gave you an angry smile and you knew that you had gotten under her skin. But the conversation wasn’t going to stop here.

She starts to walk from the front of the classroom to the back where you sat, relaxed in your chair. Draco looks at you with fear for you in his eyes. “I’ll determine when it’s appropriate for me to continue the lesson,” she simply states, her heels clicking as she slowly walks towards you like a ticking time bomb. “Maybe I should rephrase my statement. You should share what you were saying to Mr. Malfoy with the rest of class. I’m sure it was something very important since you couldn’t wait until the end of the class to talk. Not only are you wasting my time, but your classmates time.”

The false sweetness in her voice made your stomach churn and blood boil. This woman was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Yet you maintained your poise. You smooth out your Slytherin robes and simply speak. “I would love to share,” you sit up, much to Draco and Umbridge’s surprise. “I was just telling Draco that we haven’t learned a damned thing in this class. We have not learned a single thing about magic in the class, so how do you expect us to properly defend ourselves in the face of evil?” you spit.

The students in the class immediately erupt into chatter, knowing that you were right. No one was learning how to protect themselves, especially if He was back. You were speaking the truth that everyone was afraid to speak of. Draco sat next to you with a proud smile on his face, but he kept quiet and simply looked down at his hands. 

Umbridge on the other hand was infuriated by your words. “Well,” she breathed out, eyes burning into yours as a mischievous smile danced across your cherry red lips. “There is no need for you to use magic when there is no direct threat. Not to mention, this class is teaching you very valuable life lessons. Maybe if you listened to my lessons rather than chatting with Mr. Malfoy, you would understand that.”

“Maybe if you taught something worth listening to, I would listen,” you sharply retort earning some ooohs and laughs from your housemates as other students from other houses chatter, laugh, or even clap. Your heart swells with pride at the sight and you smile devilishly at the professor who is shaken at the sight before you.

Umbridge looks around her at the mess of students cheering at your outburst. She musters up a sentence over the cheering crowd and speaks, “That’s quite enough!” Her exclamation makes students stop talking and clapping, slowly dissolving into silence again. “Miss (Y/L/N), you have earned yourself two weeks of detention. After this class, you will report directly to my office.”

She scurries back to the front of the classroom to continue her lecture as you just roll your eyes and sit back in your chair, folding your arms across your chest. Draco looks at you with worried eyes, Now you’ve really done it. You shake your head and scoff, trying to blow off his and your anxieties. You knew what the woman was capable of, but you had to keep your mind from wondering what punishment she would dole out to you. But you couldn’t help it as your palms started to sweat and mouth became dry. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

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Like she had instructed, you knocked on Umbridge’s office door after class, your heart beating a thousand miles a minute. Before you left, Draco looked at you scared, asking if you’d be alright. He knew of what Umbridge had done to other students. Even though he hadn’t suffered from those punishments, he knew that students had horror stories of her. You insisted that you would be fine, when in reality you were going mental over the situation. 

But it was too late now. Her voice chimed in from the other side of the door to come in. As you pushed the door open, you stood in the door way as she falsely smiled at you. “Ah, Miss (Y/L/N),” she sighed. “So you can follow direction. Splendid. Close the door and take a seat.”

Obeying her request, you shut the door and sit on the chair next to the desk in her office. Your heart is thumping at a mile a minute. Your confidence from before is gone and you can’t stop thinking about what is going to happen. There was no escaping now. 

She places a quill on your desk and a sheet of parchment. You knew where this was going. You remember Harry talking about this in the Great Hall. Now it was happening to you. Fear flooded your head and you tried to keep your breathing steady and even.

“Now,” Umbridge starts. “I want you to write, I will not speak out of line. The whole sentence. Whenever you’re ready.”

You look at the quill and take a deep breath before picking it up. You hand shook as you carried it to the parchment, gulping nervously. You had to do this. If you didn’t, who knows what Umbridge would do to you. “No ink?” you shakily asked, knowing exactly what the quill did and how it wrote, but asking the question any way to confirm your fears.

Without looking at you, Umbridge says, “No need. Again, whoever you’re ready. The whole sentence. Just once. Then you can be dismissed.”

“But Professor, I’m Head Girl. I’m going to be late for my duties,” you try to get out of your punishment. But you weren’t lying. You were a prefect which meant that you certain responsibilities you had to take care of after class. If you stayed here, you would certainly be late for those duties and you would be stripped of your title.

“The quicker you start, the quicker you can leave and accomplish your prefect duties with no problem, Miss (Y/L/N),” she simply states. 

There was no escape. She wasn’t going to let you leave until you did what needed to be done. You take a deep breath and think, The quicker you do it, the quicker it’ll be over. With that, you start to write across the parchment and your hand starts to sting badly, like someone took a needle and was carving into it. You ignore the sensation and drag the quill across the parchment faster, which only makes the sensation grow and burn and itch more. You let out a pained groan as you suck in a breath through gritted teeth. Keep going, it’s almost over. You continue to scribble and tears start to prick at your eyes as you painfully drag the quill across the parchment. 

Finally done, you slam the quill down and look at your hand. Etched into your skin is I will not speak out of line just like it was on the paper. You look at Umbridge, swallowing the lump in your throat and standing up from your seat. “I’m done,” you speak dully. 

She smiles and speak, “Wonderful. You are dismissed. You will be back here again at the same time for the next two weeks. Have a lovely evening, Miss (Y/L/N).”

Not saying another word, you storm out of her office and down the stairs, scurrying to the Slytherin common room to meet Draco for your prefect duties. This was absolutely absurd. She couldn’t get away with this. A professor physically hurting students? This was cruel. The punishment did not fit the crime. She made Professor Snape look pleasant. 

You burst into the Slytherin common room, Draco waiting for you by the couch. He immediately stands up when you enter, not bothering asking why you were a couple of minutes late. There was no time for teasing you. He was more concerned about if you were alright. But before he could ask you what happened, you held up a hand to get him to stop talking. “I really don’t feel like talking about it. I just wanna get my duties done so I can go see Fred.” The thought of seeing your boyfriend instantly made you feel better, but you knew that you couldn’t tell him what happened. Fred had a bad tempter when it came to you and you knew that if you told him what Umbridge did, he would blow a gasket. 

Draco grabs your hand and examines it, looking at the fresh scars on your hand, blood traced on them. “(Y/N)...” he starts. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, “I don’t need your pity, Draco, I’m fine. Where are the first years?” 

He sighs, “I already took care of it. I didn’t know how long you were going to be, so I dealt with it.” You groan and put your head in your hands, feeling guilty that you left Draco with the bulk of the work of the head boy and girl duties. “It’s no worries, (Y/N). I didn’t expect you to get out of Umbridge’s detention to do your prefect duties.” 

“That’s the thing, Malfoy. I don’t want you to expect me to be a slacker ‘cause of what I did in class that earned me detention. I’m supposed to be head girl. I was given this position for a reason. There’s a certain image I’m supposed to maintain. I have rules and responsibilities like the rest of the students here,” you ramble as Draco grabs your sides.

He looks at you, “You can take a break. If this whole fucking thing with Umbridge makes you late for the next two weeks, it’s no problem. The first years are easy. I can sign off on your duties so there will be nobody suspect. Alright?” You sigh, thankful for Draco’s kindness that came once in a blue moon. “Now, go, run along with your Weasel-bee.”

You roll your eyes and slap his arm, thanking him before running off to the Black Lake. As you ran out of the castle and down to the Lake, excitement replaced the anxiety in your chest. Seeing your boyfriend was always something to look forward to. You and Fred had been dating for almost seven months and yet each day he made it feel like the first day you met. Being with Fred was exciting; he likes hanging around, crackling jokes, and laughing. He was a breath of fresh air. You loved the bloke. People gave you shit for dating the older Gryffindor, but that didn’t stop you; it just made things more exciting. 

Soon enough, the red head’s figure came into sight which made you smile. You remembered about the scars on your hands and quickly dug into your pockets and pulled out the leather gloves you had gotten from Draco last week after placing a bet on a quidditch match. You covered your scarred hand and sighed, hating keeping secrets from Fred, but you knew it had to be done.

“There’s my angel,” he smiles as you approach him, him scooping you up in a tight hug. You smile brightly as he places a sweet kiss on your lips, smiling into the kiss. He pulls away and asks, “You’re late. Everything alright?”

You already felt guilty and you haven’t even said anything yet. “Yeah, prefect duties just took longer than I had anticipated,” you brushed it off, giving him another kiss. He squeezes your frame closer to his body, holding you close. Even though you saw each other everyday, Fred missed you. You didn’t have any classes together, him being older than you, so when you did spend time together, he cherished every moment, every smile, every kiss, every glance. You were Fred’s whole world. When you came into Fred’s life, he didn’t realize how much he needed someone like you. Someone who could keep up with his banter, challenge him, balance him out. You were made for him and Fred loved you with his whole heart. “I missed you today,” you tell him, wiping your lip gloss off of Fred’s lips as he kisses your glove covered thumb. He furrows his brows at your covered hands. “I’m cold. Plus I just won these from Malfoy,” you laugh.

Fred smiles, “’Atta girl. I missed you, darling. Come, I wanna tell you about an idea that George and I had for a new product. It’s brilliant.”

Fred’s cluelessness about your detention sat with you uncomfortably, but in a way it was for the best. He got your mind off of the bad things and let you focus on the happiness in your life. Listening to Fred talk about him and George’s up and coming business and the ideas for products made your heart swell with love. You felt badly lying to him, but you did it to protect him from the unfortunate truth. You were sure he would do the same if he was in your shoes.

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As the week went on, you had more detentions with Umbridge and they were getting worse. When your scars would fade, she would make you write again with her special quill and new ones would erupt. She would make you clean her office, sort parchment and other files, and yet continue to make you late for prefect duties. You would tell her that you were late and yet she gave you the same excuse. “The quicker you work, the quicker you get to leave,” she would say cheerily which just made your blood boil. 

In turn, Draco would take on more of your prefect duties due to your detentions. You would run from detention to find that he had accomplished everything already, earning a frustrated groan from you and laugh from Draco. He would just give you a tight side hug and tell you that it would all be okay. Even though you knew he would use this as leverage when he wanted something out of you next week. 

But with the detentions and prefect duties, you had put your hang outs and meet ups with Fred on pause. It made you sad to do so because Fred was your happiness, but if you didn’t take care of what you needed to, you would surely get yourself into more trouble than you had signed up for. That being said, Fred started to get suspicious of why you suddenly put your relationship on hold. 

After prefect meetings became a rarity now, most of your encounters were just passing each other on the moving staircases or in the Great Hall for meals. He started to become worried that you were becoming bored or annoyed with him. Fred would try to pull you aside to talk to you or steal a quick, but you always managed to find an excuse about how you couldn’t stay longer.

“I have to go, Freddie. I have prefect duties to take care of,” you would simply say, stroking his cheek before placing a quick kiss on his lips. 

Before you could turn away, he would grab your hand. “What about after class? Do you wanna meet at the lake?” he would try to get you to be with him. “I feel like it’s been ages since we got to be together alone,” he confesses. His heart yearned for your attention and love. He needed to know now more than ever that you still loved him.

Sighing, guilt rose in your throat at the words that were going to come out of your mouth. After class, you had detention. Your last one with Umbridge. If you missed it, she would surely give you month’s worth of detention. “I really can’t, I have responsibilities to follow, Freddie,” you say, trying not to give much away.

Fred’s heart sank as you told him what he least wanted to hear. “Fine, I understand,” he huffed. “Couldn’t you just tell Malfoy to cover for you for once? The guy’s a prick, but he can cover you for one day, can’t he?”

You lightly laughed. If only Fred knew. “That would be asking too much,” you lie through your teeth. “I have to go now, but I promise I’ll see you soon, okay?” you look at him, genuinely searching his eyes to know that he understood. He just gives you a sad smile and nods his head. “I love you.”

Before he can respond, you were gone, disappeared down the halls. As you left, Fred couldn’t help but feel off. You were hiding something from him and he was going to get to the bottom of it. He was not going to be lied to about something when it came to your relationship of all things. 

Fred started down the halls, down the staircases to the dungeons, to the Slytherin common room. He knew that you would surely be there of all places. But there was no need to even make it to the entrance. Right outside of the entrance, you stood with Draco as Fred ducked behind a wall, watching the encounter.

“This is the last time, I swear,” you tell Draco who just shakes his head.

“I know, (Y/N), you made that very clear this morning, and then again at lunch, and just now. You know I don’t mind, but you’ll have to pay me back in some way,” Draco smirks as you slap his shoulder, rolling your eyes, earning a laugh from him. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. No one’s gonna know that we did this in the first place.”

To you, this sounded like a normal conversation between you and Draco. But to Fred, this sounded horribly. Were you cheating on him with Draco? Were you sneaking around with him, not trying to get caught by anyone? It made sense, the two of you being prefects, you spent a lot of time together.

Fred couldn’t bare the sight of this anymore. He left as quickly and as quietly as he came, his heart sunk into his stomach, but anger that welled up in his chest at Malfoy was palpable. If he ever saw him in the halls alone, Draco was in for a nasty treat from Fred.

You left your short meeting with Draco and braced yourself for your last detention with Umbridge. As you walked to her office, the guilt of lying to Fred was weighing on you more than ever today. Fred looked so disappointed and so sad when you had spoke to him and when you told him you couldn’t see him much today, he looked crush. You didn’t want to give him the impression that you didn’t want to be with him or avoided hanging out with him. In fact, it was quite the opposite. You would spent every waking moment with your love if you could. But you couldn’t swell on the situation too much or else it would make you more miserable than you already were. 

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“Alright, Miss (Y/L/N),” Umbridge smiles as you sit at the desk, hand stinging from the pain of writing more lines on her parchment. “You’ve served your two weeks diligently. Have you learned your lesson?” 

You glare at the woman dressed in cheery pink, contrary to her personality. “Yes, ma’am,” you speak with unfaltering eye contact. Bitch. “Since I’ve done my time and done it all perfectly, can I go now?” you give a sarcastic smile.

Umbridge sits behind her desk. “As long as you have learned your lesson, you may leave,” she says as you immediately rise from the desk and grab your book bag. “Before you go Miss (Y/L/N),” she stops you, “you should know, since you’re a prefect, that order is imperative to create a diligent work environment. I will have order. Do I make myself clear?”

Opening the door without a single care, you speak, “Crystal,” before slamming it closed and leaving the wench’s quarters. “Finally,” you breathe out as you leave that wing of the castle, walking through the halls feeling relived that you detention sentence was over. Now you could finally get back on track with your prefect duties and spending more quality time with Fred. 

As you walk the halls, you hear what seems like younger kid crying alongside with a familiar voice comforting them. Turning the corner, you see a young Gryffindor boy rubbing his eyes, probably a first year. Sat next to him was your Fred, he hand his arm around the small boy, trying to comfort him. The sight made your heart swell. Fred was always so good with the younger kids, which just made you fall more in love with him. “It’s all awful, mate, I know,” Fred speaks to the small boy who is cuddled up next to Fred now. “Umbridge is terrible, everyone knows that. But you can’t let her uptight, nasty behavior get the best of you. We can still make the most out of this. She won’t last long, trust me,” he rubs the small boy’s back.

The boy looks up at Fred, eyes red and teary eyed. “I don’t want her to hurt me like she did to Harry Potter,” he sniffles. “She’s so mean. Why, Fred?”

Fred wished he knew the answer to the poor boy’s question. “Because some people are born evil. That’s the way some people are. It’s terrible, but we can try our best to show them the good. You understand?” Fred looks at the child as he nods. 

Before Fred can say anything else, you appear from down the hall and speak, “She’s not as tough as you think.” Fred looks at you and gulps. He didn’t know how to feel. Were you still seeing Malfoy? Were you going to break up with him? Should he break up with you? “Umbridge is nasty, sure, but she’s not invincible,” you walk over to where the boy is sat on the bench with Fred. “Do you wanna know a secret?” you ask the small boy, who is a little weary of you and your Slytherin robes. He looks to Fred for comfort and approval to which Fred offers his a soft smile and a gentle nod, letting him know that you were to be trusted. The child looks back at you and nods, rubbing his nose. Slowly, you show him your gloved hand before pulling the glove off to reveal your scar from punishments with Umbridge. 

The child’s eyes go wide and Fred looks at you mouth agape in shock. “(Y/N), what is going on? What happened?”

You ignore Fred for a moment and look at the child. “Umbridge did this to me. I know it looks bad and that’s because it is. But she taught me that I want to be nothing like her. She’s cruel and nasty and sick and twisted. She taught me that I want to fight harder against her and everything she stands for,” you tell the boy. “If she wants order, then I want chaos. I won’t settle for anything else.” This makes the small boy giggle. “We can follow her silly rules, but at the end of the day, we fight back against her and against her wayward system. So, you just follow alongside your other first years and when the time comes, we fight back. Sound good?” 

The small boy nods and gives you a smile. “Thank you,” he softly speaks looking at you and Fred. 

“Now, run back to your dormitory. It’s past curfew. We don’t need any more trouble, darling,” you tell the child as he nods his head and scurries down the hall back to his room as you instructed.

You and Fred were now alone on the bench, your scarred hand resting in your lap as you looked at Fred who’s eyes were fixed on your hand. “Darling, what is going on?” Fred nervously asked you. Fred never really let you see him scared because he wanted to be strong for you. But this was genuinely terrifying to him. 

Scooting closer to your boyfriend you tell him everything. “I spoke out of line in class two weeks ago. Umbridge gave me two week’s detention and this has been my punishment. Like Harry’s. She has a special quill that writes in the person’s blood and leaves scarring on their hand. It stings when I’m around her and the quill,” you confess. Fred looks at you, scared for you and he feels horribly that he couldn’t have been there to protect you. “The scars heal, but they hurt like hell.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he implores. “If I had known, I would have-”

“Would have what, Fred? Gotten in trouble and been in the same position as me?” you retort and that makes Fred go quiet. “I kept it a secret because I didn’t want you to worry about me. You would have done the same if it were you in my position. I stayed quiet because I didn’t think it was a big deal. I’m on student among many that’s getting punished like this, Harry included. I know it’s not right, but it’s not like we can stop it. She’s head master now.” 

Fred sighs, “I know it’s happening to a lot of students, but it’s you I care about. I want to know that you are alright. I would never forgive myself if something horrible happened to you.”

You place your hand on Fred’s cheek as he leans into your touch, melting into you. “I know, darling, but I can’t have you worried about me all the time.”

He gulps before asking the question that’s been bothering him all day. “So, the detention has gotten in your way of being with me. But...is there someone else that has gotten in your way as well?”

You furrow your brows for a moment and then it clicks. “Oh, Freddie...you mean Draco?” you question as he nods, you lightly laughing. “There is nothing going on there. He was taking over my prefect duties as I was in detention. He’s been covering for me so my responsibilities there are taken care of. It was a simple favor and that’s it. Nothing more. He’ll probably ask me to do his Potions homework for the next two weeks as recompense, but it’s alright.”

Fred lets out a large sigh of relief, relaxing that he knows all of the truth now. “Alright,” he sighs. “I just...I didn’t know if you were avoiding me or just trying to get away from me all together.”

Grabbing both of his hands, you look at him, “No, Fred. I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way. I love you so much and I never want to make you feel like that ever again. You mean the world to me and I never want you to believe that I resent you. I’m so sorry, love.”

Without saying another word, Fred kisses you with all the love he can muster up in that moment. His hand cups your cheek, pulling you close to him as you snake your arms around his neck. You sigh into the kiss as Fred’s touch makes you melt into him. His lips are gentle, but passionate against yours as he kisses you. He pulls away to look into your eyes, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I’m gonna make that bitch pay for what she did to you,” he growls as you laugh. “I’m serious. No one messes with my girl.”

“Godric, I love you, Freddie.”

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ATEEZ Wooyoung- School President (Oneshot)

Genre: light angst, suggestive/steamy, high school au.

Pairing: SchoolPresident!Wooyoung x badgirl!reader

Warnings: none.

"Miss L/N, detention after school till 4 p.m." your chemistry teacher said, making you mentally groan. It was the last class of the day and you were dying to go home, but now you had to stay for an extra hour. All your classmates turned to look at you, but they weren't surprised. "You still haven't submitted the assignment."

"Can I just submit it tomorrow?" you asked in a bored tone.

"No, you were supposed to submit it a week ago," she said, gathering her stuff to leave the class. "Detention with Mrs. Hwang today." You heard people around you snicker. Well, fuck. Mrs. Hwang was the strictest teacher in school. Even you were scared of her despite your badass attitude.

You got up from your seat, leaving the classroom with an annoyed expression on your face.

"Detention again, Y/N?" your bestfriend asked as she made her way to you with your other friends.

You rolled your eyes. "Ms. Jang will never fucking let me live in peace. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you said, making your way to detention.

You were surprised to find the room empty. Usually, there would always be about three or five students. Since no one was here, you decided to ditch; you would skip school the next day so that your teachers will forget about it. You turned around to leave, but ended up bumping into someone, slightly startling yourself.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at your school president and heartthrob—also called 'senior's eye candy' at your school—Jung Wooyoung.

You had to admit, he was certainly the most handsome guy you've ever seen. Jung Wooyoung was absolutely perfect. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. You were sure half your school tried to hit on him despite the fact that he has a girlfriend.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to make sure that you won't escape detention as Mrs. Hwang is busy, so take a seat," he said, moving around you to sit on a chair and taking a notebook out of his bag.

You always found Jung Wooyoung very interesting. Other guys like him—the nerdy ones—can't even talk to you, let alone look you in the eye. Jung Wooyoung was the complete opposite.

You sat on one of the chairs, immediately taking your phone out.

"You can't use your phone here," Wooyoung said, not looking up at you from his notebook. "Why don't you complete your assignment?"

You scoffed. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing," he said, looking at you. "It's not affecting me in any way, so I don't care. However, Ms. Jang is gonna fail you again if you don't submit your assignment."

You knew he was right. And that annoyed you; you really just wanted to shut his pretty mouth up.

"Whatever," you mumbled, taking out a notebook and the assignment sheet to start working on the reactions you had to write.

However, you were completely blank. You didn't know or understand a word given on the sheet. You bit your lip as you stared at the sheet, wondering what to do.

Finally, you took out your phone and googled all the reactions, easily finishing the assignment in less than half an hour.

"You know, you won't be able to copy during finals," Wooyoung said, closing his notebook. "Even if you're copying now, at least learn what you've copied."

"I didn't ask for your comments," you retort. He was about to say something, but his phone rang.

"Hey, baby," he answered. " . . . I'm in charge of detention today . . . Oh, that's okay," his face fell slightly. " . . . No, it's alright. We can go some other day . . . Hmm, I love you too. Bye!"

You snorted, feeling bad for the boy. You were surprised someone as smart as him hasn't figured out that his girlfriend has been cheating on him. You've seen his girlfriend shoving her tongue down random people in the club, and hitting on people at your school. You remembered how shocked you were when you first found out that she was cheating on him; because why would anyone cheat on someone as perfect as Jung Wooyoung?

"You can leave now," Wooyoung said, getting up from his seat. "Detention is over." You nodded, leaving as fast as you can, just wanting to go home and sleep.

"Your grades aren't very bad, but they aren't great either, Y/N," your class teacher said. "You'll get into an average college with these grades. But I know you can do much better. So I've asked one of the prefects to tutor you in Chemistry and Physics."

You groaned. "Can I do it by myself?"

"You wouldn't do it by yourself," she said. "Anyway, Jung Wooyoung will be tutoring you. Discuss and decide your timings with him. I expect you to score well on the next exam. I do not want to see you fail in any subject again." Before you could say anything, the door to the staff room opened, revealing none other than Jung Wooyoung. "Ah, Wooyoung, I just told Y/N that you will be tutoring her," she said. "I'm expecting you to do a great job."

Wooyoung smiled. "I won't let you down, Mrs. Park. But Y/N must put in efforts or else there's no point," he stated in a polite tone, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, that's true," she turned to look at you. "I'm expecting nothing but your best efforts, Y/N." She's always expecting something, huh, you thought. You only smiled, bowing politely.

"I'll do my best."

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"What the actual fuck is this?" you mumbled, staring at the lengthy derivation written in Wooyoung's notebook. He rolled his eyes, so tired of hearing you say that to literally everything you saw written in his notebook.

"Ah, why did they have to make me tutor you of all people?" he whined. "You clearly haven't paid attention in class for even half a second."

"No one told you to accept it," you said, ignoring his last comment.

"I had to," he scoffed, stretching his arms out, making you glance at the veins on his arms. "Extra credits, you know?"

"Nerd," you muttered under your breath. He heard you, but didn't say anything. He began teaching you how to derive it; you paid attention for the first few seconds before zoning out. When you zoned back in, he asked you to explain what he just explained. You bit your lip, thinking of what to say.

He sighed. "You didn't pay attention again."

"I zoned out, sorry."

"That's what you said for the previous derivation," he said, a disappointed look on his face while he packed up his things.

"You're leaving already?" you asked, glancing at the time on your phone; you still had twenty minutes left.

"I'm not going to waste my time teaching you right now," he said. "You clearly aren't in the mood to focus." You only scoffed, watching him leave the library. You bit your lip, feeling kinda bad for not paying attention when he was making an effort to teach you.

The look of disappointment he showed you had somehow made you determined to prove that you could focus and do better.

You were at Wooyoung's house, sitting on his bed and scrolling through your social media while waiting for him to finish changing out of his uniform. You spent an entire two weeks studying your ass off, and you were proud you made a big improvement, thanks to Wooyoung. He was quite surprised that you were actually making an effort to understand whatever he taught you. You both even became friends, and you were quite happy about that.

"I'm done," he said, coming out of his bathroom, making you look up from your phone. You held your breath at the sight of Wooyoung dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. You couldn't stop yourself from checking him out: the veins running down his muscled arms, his exposed collarbones, his sharp jawline, his plump lips . . .

You were so immersed into checking him out, you didn't realize he was doing the same to you. He loved how your uniform skirt rid up your thighs, and how another two buttons on your shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a little bit of your cleavage. Before you knew it, he was slowly making his way towards you, eyes now locked with yours.

"Let's start, hmm?" he said with a smirk; he knew you were checking him out.

You clear your throat a little. "Yeah, let's start."

You spent the next half an hour trying to pay attention to whatever Wooyoung was teaching you. It didn't help that he absentmindedly placed his hand on your knee, or brushed your hand with his; he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your mind kept wandering to the things you want him to do to you right now on his bed.

" . . . and now you should tell me," he leaned a little close to you with a smirk, making your heartbeat speed up. "Which formula should be used?"

"Fuck this," you muttered, pushing the books aside before straddling Wooyoung's lap.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, and you crashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed you back, hands moving to grip your waist. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you have been dreaming about kissing Wooyoung the second he talked back to you a year ago.

You pulled away to litter his neck in kisses, sucking the skin gently. He groaned softly, making you smirk. "Fan of neck kisses?"

"You have no idea," he said, hands moving underneath your skirt to grip your bare inner thighs. He gave it a squeeze, making you involuntarily grind down on him. He moaned at the feeling, encouraging you to do it again. You moved your lips back to his, grinding on him even more. Wooyoung's hands slipped into your panties, grabbing your ass to help you grind down on him faster. The friction made you moan, craving for more. You tugged on his shirt, breaking the kiss to let him pull it off. You ran your hand down his toned torso in awe, loving the feeling of his abs beneath your fingertips. Your eyes widened at the tattoo above his hip bone. "You have a tattoo?!"

Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving you off of him so that he could hover over you. "Mhmm, bet you never expected the nerdy school president to have a tattoo, huh?" Your hands moved to his hair, playing it with while he began to kiss your neck, driving you crazy.

Wooyoung kissed down your chest till where your shirt was unbuttoned. He glanced up at you, fingers toying with the buttons. "Can I?" he asked. You nodded, letting him unbutton your shirt and slip it off you. You sucked in a breath when he ran his fingers over the lacy material of your bra.

"Take it off," you whined, making him chuckle.

"Patience, baby," he said, one hand gently rubbing your thigh.

But you really didn't have any patience right now.

You brought his lips to yours while you moved his hand to touch you where you desperately needed him, surprising him a little. He kissed you back hungrily while his finger moved on your clothed clit, applying pressure, making you get wetter. Your moans made him smirk; he loved how he was the reason behind it.

You both got startled at the sudden sound of his garage opening. He halted his movements, pulling away from you instantly.

"One of my parents is back from work," he said, quickly putting on his tank top and handing you your uniform shirt. You quickly buttoned it and straightened out your hair; you really did not want Wooyoung's strict parents to suspect anything since they already did not like the idea of him tutoring you in his final year of high school.

Wooyoung's father knocked on his bedroom door before opening it, finding you and Wooyoung busy writing equations.

"Oh, hey, dad! How was work?" Wooyoung asked with a sweet, innocent smile like as if he wasn't smirking a few minutes ago while touching you.

"Hello, Mr. Jung," you said politely.

"Hello, Y/N," he said. "Work was all right, as usual. How is your tutoring session going?"

"Good, dad," Wooyoung said, trying to control himself from smirking. "It's going really great."

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[dracoxgeorge]

Romeo & Juliet | Draco Malfoy

A/n: Hii, thank you guys for 56 followers!! Love you guys, I hope you enjoy this!!

Warnings: Angst? fluff, swearing, and crying. Please let me know if i missed anything <3

Summary: You get really insecure about Draco and Pansy’s play. 

Draco x fem!reader

You and Draco had been dating since the beginning of 5th year, it's now the middle of 6th. 

Professor McGonagal and Professor Flitwick decided that they wanted to do a school play inspired by the muggle book ‘Romeo and Juliet’ by Shakespear. 

You had caught Draco reading the book once in the library, and you had thought he should audition when it was announced during dinner. 

He has many of Romeo’s qualities, he's extremely handsome, clever, very loyal and though he doesn’t believe you, he can be very immature at times. 

You did manage to persuade him to audition and he not so surprisingly got the lead role as Romeo. He beat not only Cormac Mclaggen but also Fred Weasley. 

Draco desperately wanted for you to audition for Juliet, but you turned him down. You are pretty shy, only around people you don’t know though, you are very open with your friends. 

There was a lineup of girls auditioning for Juliet which did manage to upset you knowing your boyfriend would have to kiss another woman while you watched.

Flitwick and McGonagal narrowed it down to 4 girls, Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, Padma Patil and finally, your best friend, Pansy Parkinson. This surprised you because Astoria Greengrass auditioned as well but Pansy had much better acting skills. 

You were happy for Pansy and Draco, you helped them both practice their lines together. Thats what led to now, you had finally made it to the kiss part without them making any mistakes at all. 

“We should leave this for the show, right Yn?” Draco asked, silently asking for you to say yes. You knew that Draco more than anything felt guilty at even the thought of putting his lip on someone else's. 

That too made you queasy. Day and night your mind would wonder, what if he catches feelings for her after the kiss and falls out of love with you. Or what if Pansy falls in love with him?

Maybe for them it would be more than just a kiss and they keep doing it behind your back. You have no clue what's going to happen but can only hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

By preparing for the worst you just tried to spend more time with your boyfriend as if it could end, but you kept your head held high. 

-

You and Draco were cuddling in his prefect dorm, you had been on your side while you had your leg draped over his middle. 

Dracon was reading a novel, you tucked your head into the crook of his neck while your mind continued to wonder once again. I tear slipped down your cheek, as a small quiet sob escaped your lips.

Draco put his book down, looking down at you. 

“What's wrong, love?” He asked, you turned up to look at him, quickly wiping the tear away. 

Your eyes met, you watched him examine your features. Another tear slipping past your eye. His hand moved to your face, caressing it with his thumb while wiping the tear away. 

“It's nothing, get back to your book.”  You suggested, your hand began playing with the hem of his loose black t-shirt. 

You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as if it were the last time you would do so. 

“Is it about the play? If it is, I hope you know Pansy is nothing more than a friend to me.” He whispered softly, kissing the top of your head.

“No, no, I want you guys to do good, I’m excited. I mean Saturday is only two days away.” You replied, cherishing the feeling of his warmth. 

“That doesn't tell me why you're crying,”

“I’m not, just tired is all.”  You answered, hoping he would buy it, which he did. 

Draco knew something was off, but he didn’t want to push you nor make you feel forced to tell him. 

Draco is very clever when it comes to you and how you feel. He can somehow always sense when or if there's something wrong. But he never wants for you to feel like you need to do something for him or to please him. 

You are a people pleaser to say the least. 

“Okay, did you want me to move over or are you comfortable?” 

“I’m fine, goodnight, my love.” 

“Goodnigt,” He whispered back. 

-

It was Saturday afternoon, the play was to begin after dinner. You wanted to be excited yet the thought had your stomach turning.

You heard rumors flying around you left and right, “did you hear, malfoys breaking up with yn”, “Draco cheated on her”, and “Pansys gonna take him”. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t getting to you.

“Hey, Draco, how are you feeling?” You asked, Draco was reading over his lines, pacing back and forth. 

“I-i’m fine, you're not supposed to be here, please, leave. Me and Pansy need to practice.”

ouch

Considering you had just seen Mrs. Parkinson, and Astoria you knew he just wanted you gone. Were the people right? Maybe he was just a little too stressed.

You did just as he asked, and without a word walked out. Unfortunately you walked right into Mrs.Malfoy.  

“Oh Yn, how are you? Have you seen Draco?” 

“Oh, yeah I just saw him, but apparently we’re not allowed to go in there. He just asked me to leave. So how have you been, where is Mr.Malfoy if you don’t mind?” You asked, with a light smile.

“Unfortunately he couldn’t make it. But we’re doing okay. Has Draco asked you about Christmas break? We wanted you to come see us.” 

You gave her a confused smile, why wouldn't he ask you?

“Oh, uhm yeah, but I’m not sure if I’m able to go just yet, I would love to see you though.”  You answered. 

“That’s okay, well I’ll see you in there.” You gave her a nod and left to see your friend Amara.

-

“He told you to leave?” She asked, you nodded eagerly. 

“Yeah, and he didn't tell me about Christmas, what if what everyones saying is true? What if he actually leaves me?” You asked, your words full of hurt and discomfort. 

“Yn, he’s not going to leave you over a stupid kiss, espeacially with someone he knows your insecure about. And Christmas is probably just a coincidence.” 

Amira stated, trying to relieve you, but it only slightly helped. 

But who could blame you? Everyone around you is talking about what they think is going to be happening. You were allowed to have your doubts. 

It was time for the play. 

You braced yourself for what is to come, wearing one of Draco’s black hoodies, making sure it was a long sleeve. 

You made your way to the great hall, finding a seat next to Luna and Neville. 

“What's wrong, Yn?” Luna asked, once you took your seat. You shook your head, putting a gentle smile on your face. 

“Just a little nervous is all.” You answered, adjusting yourself, scanning the room for a blonde. 

Your eyes landed on his, you watched as he hugged his mother, Pansy standing nearby. 

“I can see that you're sad, has Draco done something?” She asked again, very innocent and softly.

“Not yet, but that's okay. I guess I just have to play the waiting game for now.” You murmured. Neville scrunched his nose in confusion, but he decided not to question you. 

“Okay, well I wish the best for you and whatever it may be going on.” Luna continued. 

You envied Luna. She is an amazing person, she has a golden heart. There is not one bad or even half bad quality that you’ve noticed came along with her. People find her to be weird and tend to stay their distance, but she is so lovely. She sees things differently for sure, yet she always manages to stay so positive. You adored everything about her.

“Thank you everyone for coming. Please enjoy Hogwarts' first play and our interpretation of the muggle play ‘Romeo and Juliet.’” Professor McGonogal stated, stepping off the stage and beginning the play.

-

You watched the play go on, you were not only impressed but also extremely proud of your boyfriend. However the not couldn’t be said for Pansy. You hated seeing her as the enemy and attempted to shake out that part of you. 

You watched intently in awe as Draco and Pansy portrayed the characters very well. 

You watched the way he held her and looked at her, just like he looked like you. He’s acting, that's all it is, you thought.

Pansys long brunette hair swayed on top of her shoulders, you could never deny that she was beautiful. She had many boys wrapped around her finger, she could pull anyone she wanted with barely any effort.

This is it, you thought. You could only watch. You studied Draco’s expressions. You could see through most of his emotions, and watched his face contort between passion and an awfully awkward look. 

You watched him put his acting to work, instinctively discarding the face of awkwardness and replacing it with passion and intimacy. 

He leaned in, as did she, and closed the space between them. 

A tear fell from your eye, you felt as though your relationship had just come to an end. You had been practicing plea’s for Draco to stay since you found out about the kiss, which now you had worked out by figuring out which one exactly to use.

Although you had been contemplating what could or could not happen in your eyes. Thats when it hit you. 

He could actually leave. 

Draco was your oxygen, he was the light of your life and though you had only been dating for just over a year, he made you significantly happier than you were able to make yourself. That man has made you feel things you were never able to feel with anyone else, mentally and yes also physically. 

You felt over the moon whenever you were around him, you were ecstatic just getting a look at him, and oh how he could get you flustered. You couldn’t believe your ears when Draco asked you for Hogsmeade. You couldn't imagine a world without him, you went as far as to imagine a future with a man you’ve watched from afar for years. You loved him dearly and to think that he even considered leaving you at one point or another made you want to throw up. 

Tear after tear streamed down your cheeks, you couldn't watch any longer so you decided to make a trip to the bathroom. 

Once you got to the prefect bathroom, you slid down the wall and cupped your face in your hands and sobbed as if it were the last thing you’d ever do.

“Hey, knock knock, anyone there?” You heard a voice come from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m done, sorry.” You answered, wiping your face with Draco’s hoodie, inhaling his scent as you did so. You stood up, opening the door to a very tall ginger who you knew as either Fred or George Weasley. 

“Shouldn’t you be at the show?” He asked. 

“Uhm yeah, which one are you?” You asked, looking him head to toe.

“George, and you are Yn,” You nodded at his gentle words. 

You scooted behind him, and murmured “I should be getting back now, see you around.” Before making your way back. 

Unfortunately yet somewhat fortunately, when you got back you saw that the show had ended and everyone was on the stage, bowing and saying ‘thank you’s’. 

You saw Draco, up on stage holding Pansy’s waist. You caught his eye and watched his smile drop, making your stomach- in turn- drop. 

He looked at your semi wet face and droopy mascara, flipping over what was supposed to be his happy night. 

You watched everyone begin watching off stage, Draco walking straight to his mother, and Pansy to you. 

“Hey, you did great.” You smiled full of sorrow. You watched her smile grow, making your heart throb. 

“Thank you! Where were you, you left in the middle of the show, what happened?” She asked, a flood of guilt washed over you. 

“Oh, I needed to use the bathroom. Sorry about that. But you guys did amazing!” You exclaimed. A deep blush flooded Pansy’s cheeks. 

“Well I’m going to go see my mom, talk to you later.” She said, walking away leaving you stranded, students absolutely everywhere. 

Suddenly, you felt a very familiar hand wrap itself around your wrist. It held three silver rings, which burned into your skin. 

He pulled you away, to the back of the room, he moved left and right dragging you along with him. Finally he found his mother, bringing his arm around your waist to greet her. 

“Draco, darling, you did phenomenal!” She said, leaving her son with a faint blush and beautiful smile plastered on his face. You were stuck admiring his features. 

“Thank you mother.” He responded, you looked up at him, smiling. Looking back over at his mum. 

“Well, I should be on my way, my dear, talk to you soon, love you.” 

Draco nodded, whispering an I love you too.

She gave him a hug before making her way to the entrance of the school and apparating home. 

Draco dropped the happy smile on his face, dragging you to his prefect dorm. 

He gently pushed you into his room, shutting the door behind him. “Why’d you leave?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“First, you did absolutely incredible and secondly, I needed to use the washroom.” You answered, watching him sigh. 

“You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.” He stated, in a very stern voice. You hated lying to Draco, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be honest. 

“I’m not lying, why would you say that?” You asked, scrunching your face in fake confusion. 

“Oh really? Is that the story you're sticking to?” You nodded confidently in response. 

“Well Weaselbee told me otherwise.” You felt your heart drop, a frustrated sigh left your throat, you threw your head back trying to blink the new forming tears away. 

“How much did he tell you?” You exhaled, why did George have to say anything? 

“Why were you crying?” He asked, using his index finger and thumb to make you look at him.

“It’s nothing. No need to worry, Blaise told me they are throwing a party for you in the common room, you should go. You're the man of the hour of course.” You stammered, hoping the newly formed tears threatening to spill would just disappear.

“No, not until I get an answer.”  

“Fine, look I’m sorry, just seeing you kiss her and look at her. Have you heard what everyone’s been saying? And your mother told me about Christmas, I just, I don't know. Maybe you’d be better off with Pansy, it seems to me that you two really are Romeo and Juliet.” You answered, letting out a choked sob and not even trying to stop the tears anymore.

“Yn, don't you get it. I don’t like Pansy like that, as a matter-of-fact I resent her. I absolutely hated having to work with her. She’s annoying and petty. I would’ve much rather had you to work with. You are the most amazing girl I have ever and will ever know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He started,

“And as for Christmas, It’s the beginning of November, darling, I wanted it to be a surprise. I need you to understand that I would never in eternity try to hurt you, I have only ever wanted to see you happy. I fucking love you and nothing will ever change that. It's you and me, we are Romeo and Juliet.” 

It was true, never once had he told you a lie, and never has since. You guys really were Romeo and Juliet. 

A/n: Sorry if this is absolute shit, but i hope you enjoyed it, thank you guys for 56 followers again! Requests are open!! 

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HPHM Character Sheet - Lyse Spindle

Why change how you are for the sake of someone who didn't like you to begin with?

࿐ General ࿐

Full Name: Elisabeth Aria Spindle

Name Meanings: Lyse: "God's promise" | Aria: "Melody" | Spindle: "Spindle maker"

Nicknames: Lyse

Birthdate: October 8th, 1972

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFP (The Campaigner)

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: American

Ethnic Background: Caucasian

Sexuality: Bisexual

Residence: Boston, MA | St Andrews, Scotland

࿐ Physical Appearance ࿐

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Blueish Green

Height: 4'11"

Weight: 52kg (115lbs)

Body Type: Mesomorph

Skin Tone: Pale

Faceclaim(s): Kennedy Hermansen, Meghan Ory (older)

࿐ Background ࿐

Hometown: Boston, MA Less than an hour away from Salem, Lyse grew up primarily living in an apartment within the heart of Boston up until her parents' divorce and subsequent move to a cottage across the water in St Andrews.

࿐ Family ࿐

Mother: Hannah Thierry

Hannah Thierry met Eric Spindle when she was studying abroad for a year in Scotland. Right off the bat, she was quite taken with his eccentric and otherworldly nature, but it would later be this very thing that attracted her to him in the first place that would cause their eventual divorce shortly after Lyse was born. Although Hannah got Lyse in the custody agreement, Janet went off with her father. A compromise was made for Lyse as she went to Ilvermorny for a couple of years, but eventually wanted to follow along in her sister's footsteps and go to Hogwarts for school. Her relationship with her mother suffered greatly for it.

Father: Eric Spindle

The Spindles were always known for being quite creative and trying new things, whether they bore fruit or were tossed away. Their greatest claim to fame happened to be an invention of Eric's grandfather— Mr. Spindle's Lick "O" Rish Spiders. Eric himself was something of an inventive person and greatly loved experimenting with potion ingredients. Shortly before he decided to settle down and take over the manufacturing side of the family enterprise, he met Hannah Thierry. After dating for quite some years they married and put down roots back in her home in America and it wasn't until then that Eric explained to her that he was, in fact, a wizard. She didn't seem to take it as poorly as he thought she would, but the true challenges arrived later when it came to deciding how to parents their kids. Eric was adamant that Janet (and eventually Lyse) would go to Hogwarts for their education, a notion that Hannah simply couldn't wrap their mind around.

Sister: Janet Spindle

Janet and Lyse always had a peculiar yet loving relationship, given their age difference and separation throughout their upbringing. Janet would often write to Lyse or call her over the phone since they would rarely see each other given the split custody agreement, especially after Janet went off to Scotland and Lyse stayed with her mom. Holidays became a cherished time when they would be able to get together but shortly after Janet graduated, Lyse never heard from Janet again. It wouldn't be until Lyse's eventual arrival at Hogwarts that she would learn more about her sister that mysteriously disappeared.

࿐ Hogwarts/Magic ࿐

Wood: Holly

Core: Dragon heartstring

Length: 12 3/4"

Flexibility: Unbending flexibility

House: Pukwudgie / Ravenclaw

Best Class: Outstanding

Worst Class: Astronomy

Boggart: She and her sister as death eaters

Riddikulus: She and her sister dressed up like ghosts

Patronus: Erumpent

Patronus Memory: Going trick-or-treating with Janet around Boston

Amortentia (what she smells like): Nutmeg, broom polish, wet grass, clay

Amortentia (what she smells): Butterbeer, apples, leather, gasoline, vinyl

Quidditch: Yes, Ravenclaw Seeker

Prefect: No

Clubs: No

OWL Classes:

Transfiguration - Outstanding

Charms - Acceptable

Herbology - Exceeds Expectations

Astronomy - Poor

Potions - Acceptable

History of Magic - Acceptable

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding

Flying - Outstanding

NEWT Classes:  

Defense Against the Dark Arts - Outstanding

Charms - Outstanding

Herbology - Exceeds Expectations

࿐ Career ࿐

11-13: Ilvermorny Student 13-17: Hogwarts Student 18-33: Professional Quidditch Player for the Falmouth Falcons 33-Retirement: Quidditch Coach for the Falmouth Falcons

Personality & Attitude: Outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded, Lyse is a sociable and confident witch with a bold streak and infectious enthusiasm. Her spontaneity combined with a gentle wit and impassioned nature provides her with a strange mix of qualities that leave her quite perceptive to the feelings of others. She is the type to take charge in various situations and has no problem calling it like she sees it, but may shy away from being deeply vulnerable in favor of more lighthearted relations. Even so, she places nothing higher than justice and is a great ally to have.

Priorities: Living a life of joy and excitement, being creative

Strengths: Inventive, creative, confident, witty

Weaknesses: Fire, can be a little too blunt, doesn't lose well, a little too curious for her own good, angry

Favorites: Halloween, butterbeers, quidditch and quodpot, cream cheese and jam, Spindle's Lick'O'Rish Spiders, ELO

Colors: Red and dark blue

Weather: Sunny, warm, blue skies

Hobbies: Jogging, camping, playing quidditch, pottery

࿐ Relationships ࿐

Friend(s): Murphy McNully - Quidditch buddies for life! Lyse is always coming to Murphy to discuss strategies and talk matches. Their friendship, while originally a hobbies-based one, grew to be one of great trust.

Acquaintances:

Enemies:

Rivals:  Stella Campbell - (@camillejeaneshphm) Quidditch can often create tense rivalries or enthusiastic friendships. Stella and Lyse exist somewhere in between, with both being highly competitive on the pitch. Their rivalry even extended into adulthood as both eventually became coaches for Quidditch teams. Although there is respect between them, the moment Quidditch is brought into the picture, prepare for them to get quite vocal.

Dormmates: Ruth Lyman (@unfortunate-arrow) -

S/O: Jacob Wytte (@nelabelievesindragons) -

Lyse met Jacob after Hogwarts through their work with the Order and she found herself quite intrigued with him in spite of what she endearingly calls the "spiked-boulder of a chip on his shoulder." Her attempts at teasing him in an attempt to push it off though seemed to work, seeing as time went on they grew to care about each other. Children: Lenna Sachar -

Lenna was adopted through the efforts of Cora Wytte's organization to help orphans from the fallout of the Second Wizarding War.

Ravenclaw House (was this a mistake??)

Very clumsy

Loves to ice skate

Thrives through ingenuity

Noah Spindle-Wytte -

Noah was born a few years after Jacob and Lyse married.

Gryffindor (was this a mistake???)

Perpetual nerd alert

Really loves superhero comics and video games

Quite insecure

࿐ Misc & Trivia ࿐

Although she prefers Quodpot to Quidditch she is, to her dismay, a better Quidditch player

The Spindle family goes all out for Halloween — decorations, food, costumes, you name it. It's not just a holiday, it's a tradition

Her apartment building in Boston experienced a pretty severe fire and since then she's had a bit of a fear of being in confined spaces with fire

She really doesn't like olives

She was a hat-stall, having a frustrated time toeing the line between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor

She compulsively taps her foot

She knows a lot of trivia about quodpot that she's happy to share...even if no one around her cares to listen

She likes to debate things

She secretly really likes Peter Gabriel

She's anti-disco

It is her dream to whip the Falmouth Falcons into shape for participation in the World Cup

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[percydarling]

I'll be honest,if the weasley kids had a tv show I would have percy as my favourite. Bill aand charlie arent in it so I wouldnt have an opinion (they're obviously hinted at but never there) Arthur's gonna annoy me kinda, molly is really nice but she always compares her kids. Ron (as lovely as he is) can be really mean to percy and just sucky to him. I love Ginny but everyone knows jk made her because "girl power= not feminine traits!1!1!1!" I love her,I love her love for quidditch but I feel like I still clearly see what she represents and that's jks sentiments (like cho for example, as an asian it's never gonna leave my mind). The twins would be great in theory but 2 twins insulting their older brother, burning a hole through their brothers tongue? Pranking everybody ALL THE TIME? I say I love them but seriously if I studied at hogwarts I would loathe them because hey, were in class- prank somebody in a more boring one or after. Also they're way too mean to percy.

Percy is the kinda dude I'd identify with, I hate how his family shames him alot. Sure hes ambitious but at the same time I hate when they bully him for his pride in his prefect badge and his head boy badge, like CMON! Gryffindor traits??? PRIDEFUL like yeah hes gonna be happy because he feels accomplished. I remember getting into model un and I talked about it at dinner time,my siblings got kinda annoyed but did they insult me abt it? No! They understood that this was a big part of my pride. They teased me a little "Haha model un-er" or "your rooms the country your representing right? Oops I dont have my passport" regular happy sibling stuff. You dont insult your brothers pride and joy, it's obvious hes so happy about it.

If there's gonna be a show on the Weasley family, the only interestee Weasley I would be watching is for Percy. Now let's go through every Weasley.

Arthur- at work, never home, if at home in shed exploring muggle things instead of probably bonding with his children.

Molly-would do chores, help children and maybe chat with next door neigbour. A slight chance of bonding with kids. Not very entertaining really.

Bill and Charlie- I mean depends whether they're even there or gone. If they're there they'd probably argue with each other. Maybe we'll get the Bill earring story and Charlie dragon obsession. Other than that maybe sibling bonding which is always good.

Twins- I cannot emphasize enough as to why I wouldn't watch the twins, if there was such a tv show. Each episode they'll probably prank someone most probably Ron and Percy. And then these pranks would get violent and physical and they would still be the saints and Percy the villain.

I mean the twins cause Ron's phobia, almost make him take the Unbreakable Vow (Ron was 5!) and then beat his Puffskein to death.

AND PUFFSKEIN IS AN ANIMAL.

And that's only Ron. If I start on Percy the jokes are endless but let's just end with the twins tried to locked Percy in a pyramid( God knows how old!). Enough said.

Ron- We already have Ron content in the book. Do we really need more? Yes we do but not if it's Ron insulting Percy. And if this show was before Harry and Hogwarts then Ron would be a young child like 9-10 years old and I personally wouldn't be interested. I love Ron but he loses absolutely no moment to insult or bitch about his brother. Plus Ron is whiny. Sometimes.

Ginny- They'll probably make her a Mary Sue who can do no wrong. They would seriously do that and make her a female version of the twins. Sorry not interested in watching her.

When we come to Percy there are so many things we can do. We can see bonding with Bill or Charlie. Percy being a good older brother and helping with nightmares. Percy being his mother's support system. Percy helping Arthur with his work. Percy teaching Ron chess. Percy planning a prank with twins. Percy playing dolls with Ginny.

With Percy you can relate him to everyone in some way or another. We know Molly loves Percy and probably considers him her favorite. Probably. Arthur with the Ministry so Percy and Ministry. Percy going to Bill with help for studies. Percy helping Charlie research about dragons.(Percy telling Charlie his dormmate is crazy about quidditch and asking if Charlie could give him tips and an autograph)

Percy playing chess with Ron. We know Percy is protective over Ron and Ginny. So we can assume that Percy teaches Ron chess and helps him read. Percy reading to Ginny about Harry Potter.(Really though who else would have? Molly would be busy and Bill and Charlie wouldn't)

Or we can have Percy writing stuff. Short stories and articles. Percy being a writer. Percy singing , dancing or drawing. Percy sneaking to Muggle town and talking to them.

Percy finding Scabbers.

Percy going to the Lovegood residence and talking with Luna's mother because she is such an amazing person.

(And taking her death the hardest)

Also Percy bonding with Luna.

Percy bonding with Uncle Billius or Great Aunt Muriel. Also reminsing time with Uncle Gideon and Fabian.

Percy having babysitter called Lily Potter who looked just like him but with bright green eyes. She reads to him about adventure stories and tells him she loves him very much and once brought her husband with her(who's an animagus!)

(While his brothers rejoiced the fall of You Know Who, Percy cried because Miss Lily and Mr James were dead. That was the time Percy realised that bad things happen to good people)

Well to put it in short there are so many angles with Percy which makes him interesting in my opinion.

If they do make let's hope they don't screw Percy over like they did with him in that damn game.

Also for that Percy interacting with Muggles there's an interesting fanfic called Percy's Diary.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7542632/1/Percy-s-Diary

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Percy is the only Weasley who I can relate to which makes me love him more. I am an elder sibling, have been constantly insulted by family and friends for following rules and very rarely been put down for being excited for something.

And the whole making fun of Percy is bullying when they're laughing at him and not with him.

These 2 prepositions make all the difference when it comes to teasing and bullying.

And the twins are bullies. They are.

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy? You should've said something, we had no idea."

This is one of the lines they say.

How much do you want to bet that the twins didn't say something like this to Bill when he became prefect and HeadBoy?

Percy was a constant butt of their jokes and pranks, including bewitching his prefect and Head Boy badges to read Pinhead and Bighead Boy respectively, and sending dragon dung to his office at the Ministry.

This is from the official wikia. People can try to make the twins saint and say it was all good natured and everything. But I will always see the twins as bullies.

And the thing is the twins and Ron never bothered to praise Percy and that just feels wrong. Everytime they talk about Percy it's qn insult. When I talk about my brother to an acquaintance I don't insult him unlike Ron.

I feel that as Percy fans we love him because he is complicated. He isn't like the rest of the Weasleys. He isn't charming or funny. He's just a normal guy trying to do better and Percy fans get it because it's relatable. We can relate to being ordinary. He doesn't have earrings or pranks or a saviour best friend. He's just a guy who follows rules and wants to be successful. Who wouldn't relate with that?

And maybe some of us have been ridiculed just like Percy so we understand. We also understand that this is Harry's biased view and all he has been told about Percy is usually by Ron or the twins who insult him on a regular basis. And Harry is no better! He uses words like pompously like he understands how a person talks pompously?

So I love Percy a lot because I relate to him and I would never in my life apologise for loving such a complicated character.

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