#PRETEND HES A TOAD INSTEAD OF A FROG

[rainb0wrae]

inktober day 8: toad

and with that I'm caught back up again :')

#PRETEND HES A TOAD INSTEAD OF A FROG #yokozuna #one piece #digital art #one piece fanart #fanart #my art

[keepingeahalive]

Hopper Croakington II Headcanons:

His full name is Prince Hopper Thaddeus Croakington II.

He grew up in a southern US lifestyle. His mother especially embodied Southern hospitality and encouraged him to do the same. His father was more of a northern type but still very welcoming and amicable.

His family was on a reality show called “Keeping Up with the Croakingtons.” It’s the main reason why he’s socially awkward and anxious, due to cameras watching and following him. His “Frog-Poofing” was popular among fans, making him more and more anxious. The show finally ended after he started school, much to his and his mother’s relief.

He had a more pronounced stutter when he was little. He recited the Crooked Man poem to help him overcome it, but it still comes out sometimes.

The reason the kissing cure is not permanent (at least, for recent generations) is because the true antidote to the curse would be for the princess to kill Hopper. In the original story, the Frog Prince was thrown against a wall and killed, only to be resurrected as a human. Hopper is so scared of this happening that he’s convinced himself that he’ll break the curse when he finds the right princess.

He had a habit of eating bugs in human form when he was little. 

He is a complete momma’s boy. His father was there, caring, and present in Hopper’s life, but he was always closer to his mother. 

Hopper suffers from seasonal depression. Winter months make him feel sluggish, and he copes by eating. He undergoes light therapy to help with this. 

He’s a fairly decent cook. He’s no Jack Horner, but he makes a mean pecan pie. 

He had a bodyguard named Iron Henry. He was somewhat of a second father to Hopper growing up. 

Hopper’s relative, the Toad King, is responsible for the genetic frog curse in Hopper’s family line. For whatever reason, he passed the legacy down to his niece/nephew instead of any direct heirs. He then placed the frog curse on the family himself, modifying it so that a princess’s kiss will only cause a temporary remedy. No one remembers why he did this, but Hopper has a deep resentment for toads because of it.

He is slightly farsighted. 

He’s very athletic. He loves bookball especially. It’s something he and his dad bond over.

He has enormous feet. 

He loves watching sitcoms from the 90s. His favorites are the Fresh Prince of Spel-Air, Prince Meets Kingdom, and Saved by the Wishing Well. 

The frog curse in Hopper’s family is triggered by something the person must overcome. For Hopper, it’s his awkwardness. 

He prefers writing over speaking. It helps him truly convey what he’s feeling without stumbling. 

He is a very good poet, even in his human form.

While he’s afraid of many things, he has a particular fear of herons. 

Hopper is gay, but he’s been told all his life that kissing the princess of his destiny will break his curse. He wants that to happen more than anything (and he doesn’t want to think about the other option) so he’s had to convince himself that he has to like girls. He latched onto Briar because he admires her confidence and ability to make friends with anyone. 

Hopper’s dad never broke his frog curse, even though he found his princess and still loves her. The family pretends that this isn’t the case to keep up appearances, but Hopper does worry that he may never overcome his curse.

#eah #ever after high #ever after high headcanons #Hopper Croakington II #eah hopper #frog prince

[nuatthebeach]

hey, for the OTP ask game, i would love to hear your answers on every question, but especially on this four: 22, 26, 30, 51. thank you! 😄

 Brace yourself, 'cause this is a long one.

22. What reminds each other of their partner?

For Harry, Lavender flowers, like the ones that perfume her hair. Every time he sees one during the summer while walking across the garden, he plucks it out to give to her later because that's just the kind of unexpected sap that he is. Also, when he sees a stray, cute kitten and he knows that she would absolutely gush over it, and - well, would you look at that, he's already petting and carrying it home with him because Ginny is going to lose her fucking mind over it. Also, whenever he hears a really funny joke, and he thinks he can't wait to tell Ginny. Also, anytime someone mentions anything to do with Quidditch, but that's kind of a given. Also, anytime he sees the color red because he always thinks that it will always be a worser shade than the sunset glory that is his beautiful wife's hair.

For Ginny, chocolate oranges, chocolate frogs, and chocolate eggs all do the trick because...let's not pretend that chocolate is not a paid actor in their relationship in Order of the Phoenix. When Ginny makes scrambled eggs in the morning, she always wishes that Harry had made it instead because his are always better and Merlin, when is he coming back from that damn mission, I hope he is okay. Every time Ginny looks into the green of Albus's eyes, she's fondly reminded of the fact they match his father's fresh pickled toad hue exactly. When she sees a lightening bolt in the sky and can't wait to take the piss with Harry for having a scar that's less intimidating than the one with an origin of something as nerdy as electric discharge.

26. What are their vices?

Hmmm, I assume you're asking for their relationship weaknesses? Because vice typically implies immorality in most - not all - cases, and I don't know if they would do any of those to an extent. (It’s also three in the morning as I’m writing this so it’s a possibility that I’m being really slow right now lol.) Though I suppose you could say lust and pride, but in healthy doses.

Otherwise, their relationship weaknesses could be just learning how to manage their anger during fights. I've said this before, but they're very passionate people, and while they may not fight over tiny things like Hermione and Ron, they can definitely blow up over large things that build up overtime. Like, Ginny will forget to do the dishes or leave their area messy and Harry doesn't say anything for a while, but it's clear it becomes a big thing later on. Or, when Harry works overtime and Ginny keeps trying to let him be a noble git just like old times until she comes to terms with the fact that it's not like old times and he needs to see that.

I can imagine that they slowly but surely start coming up with strategies. "Obviously, we're both angry about this. How about we set up a time to talk about this tomorrow at 7 pm? That way we can prepare ourselves with what we want to say and be willing to hear the other out in a less defensive way." They may not word it exactly like this, but you get the idea.

It takes a lot of effort and practice, but they're Harry and Ginny. They make it work, always. And it helps that the make-up sex afterward serves as reinforcement to keep learning from their mistakes, too.

31. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Ooooo okay, so what they would wear and what they would dress the other as are two different things. (I apologize if I disappoint, I'm aware that the wrong clothing choice can trigger some people lmao).

I’m going to try to keep all of these 90s/00s appropriate.

For one, if anything from the movies are true (and we laugh and laugh and laugh), Ginny would absolutely burn that gd flannel, blue shirt, and adidas rip-off jacket that Harry wears in all eight of them. She'd probably style him in one of those early 2000s rugby shirts? Like the ones from Ambercrombie or American Eagle (assuming they'd shop in America anyways, which again, we laugh and laugh). Or maybe a leather biker jacket if we're talking 90s. It would be a nostalgic resemblance to Sirius, as of course, we all know that he had a motorbike. Faded gray jeans and converse shoes are a must though because they're pretty much staple lanky boy tingz. I can also honestly see Ginny making him wear a turtleneck too when it's cold...and we all know he'd look super fit in it during his Auror years.

As for Ginny, she probably wore overalls occasionally while doing barn work at the Burrow, hoop earrings for special occasions, and those 90s choker necklaces. She doesn't wear powder, wearing her freckles proudly instead, but she absolutely loves a good mascara that brings out the amber in her eyes and will dab into some lip gloss to feel girly or even some lipstick - red, to match her hair - when she's older. She is a huge fan of crop tops and oversized flannels (when worn right) and ripped shorts and combat boots as a teenager, but when she's older, I can see her being a big fan of mini skirts (Harry's a big fan too) and low-rise jeans and tote bags and high ponytails in her 20s while wearing a bomber jacket every now and then to remind people of her sporty nature. Oooo and graphic tees too. Ooo ooo and she likes wearing a bunch of those thin early 00s scarves. Like, I mean a bunch. And Harry would really enjoy unraveling them too.

How would he dress her? Tbh, he has kind of shit taste in fashion, let alone woman's fashion, so he'd probably say/think something cheeky, like, "she looks fine in anything, really" or even "she'd look great in nothing at all" if it's just him and Ginny, partly because he's too lazy to think about woman's fashion too deeply, but if he does, then he'd probably get her a sundress with an adorable oversized hat (ever the protector of her, he is, even from the Sun) and bright white sneakers to go on a picnic with him. He surprises even himself with his more than adequate choice.

Of course, they're wizards/witches, so they'd hardly wear muggle clothes anyway, but this is just for funsies.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Already answered! The response is here.

#otp asks #thanks for the ask! #nice asks #harry x ginny #hinny #otp: better than firewhiskey #i'm getting to everyone else's it will take a while as you can see im poring my heart and soul into these because i <3 these 2 hopeless mfs #i really hope y'all like these lol

[warandpussy]

TOAD POPE. PLEASE.

>:) as u wish

so the concept for this is that the pope is a toad. like he is the normal pope but he is also the toad (i think i will call him pope innocent)

and everyone else in the vatican (wartican) is a human and they treat the toad pope with all the same reverence as they do the human pope. when he goes out in his popemobile he is a tiny toad in a human sized popemobile (unless people think it is funnier if it is a tiny tiny little toad sized popemobile?????????? but then who's driving the car...)

anyway the story is about how he wants to marry god.

the inspiration for this is threefold:

when I was at university I studied a medieval manuscript called the roman de fauvel which is a story where a horse becomes the king of france. he proceeds to pester the lady fortune and she instead fobs him off onto the lady vainglory (coward). the moral of the story is that he is the antichrist.

another story i have been captivated with recently is the one of benedetta and bartolomea, a pair of catholic nuns from the 1600s who teamed up to pretend that benedetta was being posessed by jesus so that they could have sex (nuns are married to jesus so it would be okay).

my third inspiration is the inspiration i usually have which is a silly conversation with friends (we were talkin about how u kiss a frog and he turns into a prince):

so yeah this was the genesis of the idea and then i was like what if it had the vibes of these other 2 things i'm obsessed with???

Anyway here's a snippet:

"Your Holiness," Cardinal Montalti murmured, prostrating himself. He held a bowl smaller than the width of his palm in both hands, which he lay before the throne. Within it there were mealworms, fat and plump and writhing. Innocent contemplated for a moment, before hopping off his seat to flick one into his tongue. He chewed for a moment, thoughtfully. Then he said, "Get up, idiot." Montalti released himself from his bow, with just a slight purse of his lips. It was always amusing to see his shoal of red [somethings] attempting deference when they towered over him - this one did it by ducking his head and folding his hands before him like a schoolboy. It didn't suit him. Innocent took another mealworm. "Put me back in my chair," he said, and Montalti crouched down so that he could hop onto his outstretched hands. Once he was back in place, Innocent tilted his head. "I've been in conversation with God," he said, and Montalti's eyes bulged like a goldfish, his mouth dropping slightly too, as if to complete the picture. "I think we're really getting to know one another," he added, turning a little to hide his smile. The voice in his head tittered. Oh, is that what you'd call it?

#toad pope #this is a new idea i'm v much just throwing things around at the moment #also idk much about the catholic church and i also don't care #like obviously they're awful but not only that they are stupid and that's what i'm ploughing into here

[bear-momma]

Hey little one, your pockets look...very full. What do you have in there? ...You wanna go inside before you show me? Um, how about you show me out here instead? I promise we will go in once your pockets are empty again,

Okay, first handful is dirt, I expected that after looking at how messy your clothes and hands are. And next is...a frog?? A whole frog?? Here, let's put him in the grass. I know you want to keep him, but he has a family he wants to go home to. No don't kiss him-! He won't turn into a prince. ....Why? Oh...uh...because only toads turn into princes. That's a fairy tale rule!

Next up is just...a bunch of rocks. No you're right, they do look very cool, but we can't take them all inside...here, leave them on this ledge. I'll use them in my potted plants next summer, okay?

I know you're upset that I'm making you leave most of the stuff outside, but it's important to keep inside and outside separate. Outside its okay to get dirty and dig up rocks, but inside is where we get clean. That's because we live inside, and we want to keep it clean so we stay healthy.

Speaking of getting clean, you are such a mess!! Let's get you inside and into the bath, okay? I'll even grab your frog toy to play pretend with, that way your real frog friend can go back home to his family! You're a good kid, let's go.

#bear grumbles #agere #cglre #safe agere #carereg #cgre #caregiver #carer #sfw cglre #sfw agere #goblincore regressors are some of the most valid #but man are they messy xD

[blog4snape]

Toad or Slime

Genre: General

Rating: Citrus

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: You meet a lonesome Slytherin third-year. Preventing him from being bullied, you decide to introduce yourself.

Warnings: some bullying, severus being a tsundere (lol kill me)

Word Count: 1K

Date Written: 9/02/2020

~~~~

1974

In the library, you were trying to cram for the upcoming OWLs. You were situated in a quiet corner with a few of your housemates, silently going over some textbooks that the leader of the study session picked out. It was relatively peaceful until you heard hushed, excited whispers from the other side of the bookcase. 

“So what say you? Toad, or slime?” A boyish voice questioned.

“Why not both!” The other voice exclaimed, arising giggles from the other students standing with them. Madam Pince shushed them from her desk.

“Alright, whose toad we using?” 

“I found this one out back-” You heard a low ribbit.

“When did you get that?”

“How’d ya get that?”

“Why do you have that?”

“Not important.” 

“Okay… So, we distract him with the toad, while someone dumps the slime into his robes.” 

“I want to dump it!” A whispered voice tried its best to conceal its excitement.

 “Alright. Now act natural, act natural.”

You heard shuffling and footsteps from the other side of the bookcase. The four culprits were a few third-year Gryffindors that were constantly up to no good. You put your hair clip in your book to mark your page and tapped the girl sitting next to you, gesturing for her to follow you. As the two of you got up, you noticed the mischief-makers holding a bucket of something green behind their back. 

The four of them split up, two going in front of a lone boy sitting at a table, studying quietly, and two going behind him. You noticed the boy with a bucket was of the two sneaking up behind the boy reading alone. You looked at his colors. Slytherin, there’s no way this could be a practical joke shared between friends. Even if it was, it wasn’t very nice. 

One of the Gryffindors, a boy with blonde hair, pretended to trip and made it a point to exaggeratedly shout, “Whoops!” as an overgrown toad leaped out of his hands and onto the page the Slytherin boy was reading. He jumped in surprise and watched the frog hop off of his copy of Advanced Potion Making. 

“Hey, what are you doing with that bucket?” You asked loudly, pointing to the boy with curly hair who had a bucket poised high above his head, nearly tipping over the green sludge inside. He paused, shocked by your question. 

The Slytherin boy had confusion written all over his features as he glanced between you and the girl standing next to you. He turned around to see the two boys caught in the act. He scowled, picking up his books and pushing past them, hitting their shoulders on the way out. 

When the curly-haired boy got his shoulder knocked, the pail fell out of his grasp and fell to the floor with a loud clatter, covering him and the boy with glasses in the toxic-green ooze. 

You, the girl next to you, and the other two mischief-makers laughed while the ones covered in slime looked rather cross. Madam Pince came over in a huff and grabbed the two boys covered in muck by the ear, chewing them out and dragging them away. 

After your laughter died down, you thanked your housemate for following you. You turned around, remembering the boy who left in a huff. 

“Save my spot” You mentioned to your housemate. She nodded and watched you walk out of the library.

Jogging down the hallway, you spotted the young boy, storming away. He stomped his feet and walked briskly, his shoulders twitching and his long black hair swishing about. You jogged after him, trying to catch up.

“Hey-” You said, reaching for his shoulder. He stopped, spun around on his heel and you almost crashed into him. You’d never seen eyes that held such a burning hot, all-consuming rage. You almost lost your nerve, your voice dying in your throat a moment. Sure, this third year was shorter than you and four years behind, but he was a little bit terrifying, to say the least. 

“What?” He spat on the floor.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Why do you care?” He shifted his weight to one leg.

“Those boys… they’re not your friends are they?”

“Like hell. Why would I want to be friends with those Gryffindor dunderheads? They can’t even read.” He scoffed, showing his crooked teeth.

“I’m sorry they did that to you. Do they bully you often?”

“They’re the marauders.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “They bully everyone. But I’m their favorite target.” 

“Why?”

He looked at you as if you were stupid.

“That’s not right, they shouldn’t treat you like that.” You furrowed your eyebrows, ignoring the nasty look he just gave you. 

“It may have escaped your notice,” He scowled, “but nobody cares about how they treat me.”

“I care.” You admitted.

“Why?”

Now it was your turn to look at him like an idiot. “No one deserves to be treated like a practical joke. What’s your name?” You asked softly, giving him your name first.

“Why do you want to know?” He bristled. “Haven’t you heard what they call me?”

“No, I’m in seventh year. I haven’t heard about the latest third-year politics.” You rolled your eyes before you could help yourself.

“Severus.”

“Severus?” You pronounced.

“Don’t wear it out.”

You brushed off his attitude, he did just get bullied after all. Instead, you chuckled and held out your hand. “It’s great to meet you, Severus.” 

His eyes narrowed at you suspiciously. He tentatively grabbed your hand. You gave his hand a single shake and his fingers twitched the whole time. He was staring at your face but you couldn’t decipher the look he was giving you. His cheeks were pink. You tried to let go of his hand, but he was still holding yours, seeming almost as if he was lost in thought. Feeling self-conscious, you pulled a strand of hair behind your ear and cleared your throat. He snapped back to reality and quickly let go of your hand as if it burned him. His face was red. 

“You too,” He muttered under his breath before turning on his heel. His steps were lighter, and he was hunched down. His hair was a curtain, trying to hide himself from prying eyes as he quickly darted away.

~~~

A/N: Thanks for reading! I’m not taggin the marauders bc i didn’t really mention any of them by name

#prosnape #severus snape #young severus #young severus snape #teenage severus snape #teen snape #severus snape x reader #young severus snape x reader #severus snape x you #snape x reader #snape x you #young severus snape x you #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape love #snapedom #snape fandom #snape community #afterimages of you #snape writing #snape fanfiction #severus snape fanfiction #severus snape one shot #my writing #my fanfiction

[sept-dix]

en- at hogwarts

summary: enhypen at hogwarts; requested :D a/n: i spent way too long trying to sort them into their houses but i'm super confident w this sorting now no one can convince me otherwise 🤓jk u probably could pls lmk if u have a different sorting in mind that u are passionate about

heeseung

from gryffindor, has an older brother a couple of years above him who’s also in gryffindor, has A Lot of house pride

has a pet toad that he half bought as a joke and half bought bc he thinks it’s cute - names his pet toad frog

always forgets the passwords to the gryffindor common room & has to ask innocent first-years for help

the absolute God of defence against the dark arts... 

he always tells everyone that he’s weak/shy/a coward etcetc (all lies) & everyone actually believes him bc he screams when they have to repot a mandrake during herbology lmao but no. he’s a natural at dada

joins the gryffindor quidditch team as a keeper in his fourth year, singlehandedly blocks every attempted goal from the rival team on his first match & wows everyone

stays behind with his brother at hogwarts during holidays/hogsmeade visits, and the 2 of them take it upon themselves to bring the rest of the students who didn’t get to go home together and conduct activities (like secret santa or snowball fights) for them

jay

also from gryffindor, the sorting hat was on his head for a maximum of 0.5 seconds during the sorting ceremony before making its decision

somehow knows a lot about muggles despite being a pure-blooded wizard who grew up in a wizarding city, always volunteering random trivia during muggle studies lessons

unexpectedly amazing at divination - he would look into his tea cup with the most serious expression on his face & come up with a reading that’s so questionably specific

everyone’s crying from laughter but professor trelawney is convinced he’s a natural psychic

plays as a chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team 

is extremely scared of the school ghosts so they love teasing him by walking right through him out of nowhere & booing him suddenly

is that one student who keeps asking why they can’t just use pens instead of quills & ink 

jake

from hufflepuff, is very popular and well-loved amongst his housemates

is super good at arithmancy (which not a lot of people are, so everyone’s always going to him for help)

also amazing at care of magical creatures bc every animal loves him somehow

literally like 12 different girls ask him to the yule ball

the 20 others who want to but aren’t brave enough to approach him regret it so much when the day of the ball rolls around bc he’s in an expensive & elegant maroon robe w his hair gelled up & he just looks so dashing

but oh well they would have gotten rejected anyways bc he ends up going with the girl that he’s been best friends with since the first day of year 1 (and he’s the one who asks her so yknow he rly wants to go w her)

the house elves sneak him any leftover treats during holiday seasons bc he’s always so nice to them asking them about their days & if they need help w anything etcetc 🥺

sunghoon

the sorting hat debated a lot about him but went with gryffindor in the end

his favourite subjects would be charms & defence against the dark arts but he takes divination together with jay just for the heck of it

is the gryffindor quidditch team’s seeker - the other houses’ seekers are always extra nervous when sunghoon’s on the field against them bc they know they’ll never be able to distinguish when he’s actually going after the snitch and when he’s just playing w them

and he’s so quick on his broom that they’ll never be able to catch up with him either way 

has a snowy white owl that is always busy bc people are always sending him love letters smh

one time someone who’s 2 years below him sends him an actual howler during breakfast confessing their love for him & his face turns the same colour as the apple he’s holding

goes exploring around the castle at night with jay bc they’re bored & jay would never do it alone

sunoo

slytherin for sure

always has the prettiest quills and scrolls,,, everyone’s confused bc they all buy their stuff from the same supply store but sunoo’s ones just look nicer 

first one at the dining hall during the halloween feast he literally lives for the pumpkin pasties

takes it upon himself to decorate the slytherin common room bc it’s too dark for his liking

has a pretty barn owl that he uses to send random letters to his friends when he’s bored

is one of those people who’s from a wizarding family & just cannot wrap his mind around the fact that you can’t apparate within hogwarts 

(ni-ki: how do u think mcgonagall caught me so fast i thought she was in her office wtf?  sunoo: omg did she apparate? ni-ki: You Can’t Apparate Within Hogwarts Please Hyung For The Hundredth Time)

jungwon

from ravenclaw, is a prefect, becomes the head boy, is the star of his house

one of those students who’s popular across the entire school regardless of age or house

has a big fluffy cat & everyone teases him about the cat being his twin :> heeseung always comes over to the ravenclaw common room to play w the cat

friends w all the gamekeepers/carekeepers/head elves at hogwarts so he has special access to parts of the castle that other students don’t

his friends always make him get food for them bc he’s the only one who’s at the dining hall in time for breakfast every morning

always forgets which staircases head where on which day,,, spends like an hour re-figuring out routes on the first day of every term

is super good at transfiguration, loves transfiguring random things at inconvenient timings to annoy his friends & make everyone laugh

ni-ki

from slytherin

always gets dress coded for not having his tie or hat on

sleeps through potions bc he’s simply not interested, copies sunoo during the exam but his potion somehow turns out better than sunoo’s

pulls a uno reverse card by planning an intricate prank against the hogwarts ghosts to scare them on halloween

lives & breathes for quidditch, is the star seeker of the slytherin quidditch team - is the only one who’s good enough to challenge sunghoon on the field

loves playing with the magical creatures that they keep beside the care for magical creatures lesson area during his free time

sends fake howlers to sunoo pretending to be his mom just to embarrass him

#enhypen #enhypenwriters #enhypen imagines #lee heeseung #park sunghoon #jay #jake sim #yang jungwon #kim sunoo #ni-ki

[cattywh0mpus]

I just found out that some frogs are born with heart shaped pupils, take what you can with this information

So you would think....

That I would just like... draw jamack with heart eyes or some shit but instead

This happened????

I made fucking mod frog ocs

They are loosely based on the yellow bellied toad and the red bellied toad, which are the two species that have heart shaped pupils!

I would have made them more accurate to the actual species, but I didn’t wanna give them too many markings and things because I wanted them to be at least a little closer to canon mod frogs..........

Chel (Chelsea)

* cold, cunning, scheming, prideful, the “brains” of the duo. Likes to read old world books she finds and quotes classic literature and poetry when appropriate. Little bit of a psychopath. Always has a plan. Doesn’t like to get her hands dirty, both literally and metaphorically. Pretends that she is just keeping Hektor around as a pawn or w/e but she does actually care about him... (as much as she is able, anyways)

* Named for the Chelsea boots that mod frogs wear!

Hektor 

* chaotic, violent, excitable, the “mad dog” of the duo. Giggles a lot, Easily distracted, the adhd is strong, weirdly emotional. Has enough emotions for the two of them. Usually very manically “up” but sometimes has comically hyperbolic depressive “down” episodes where he just lays about and whines like a big baby.

* Named in reference of the song “First of the gang to die” by Morrissey... but it’s spelled with a k to also reference Hektor, the great warrior that is killed by the Greek Achilles .... so... make...of that what you will.... 👀;;;

but ye I will probably never do anything with them, but designing characters is a lot of fun hehe

thanks for the inspo @cfq-reblogs 8}

#ocs #mod frogs #kataow #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

[ursuladecayart]

hello! i was wondering what we’re your oc’s dream jobs when they were kids?

Olly liked going to the supermarket with Nana to get cooking supplies for their little baking dates and loved stopping by the bakery sections and looking at all the birthday and wedding cake displays and watching them frost cakes. He was obsessed with the people behind the counter.  The baker setting up cookies or the guy cutting up cheese at the deli or the fish man who got to stick his hand in the lobster tank lol weird dream but he wanted to be one of them. When he’d play pretend with Nana he was always like a cook at a restaurant or baker so something food-related ( even though now as an adult he can't cook for shit and lives off of hot pockets and cup of noodles) total 180, later on he became fascinated with stories of his grandfather so wanted to be big bad biker with long hair and a ZZ top beard lmao Ruca loved the nature channels shows like Steven Irwin where guys wrested alligators or had a parrot sitting on their shoulder. she loves animals so much! if she went out to play, her dad would have to check her pockets and her backpack before letting her in the house cause she would catch fat frogs, toads, and lizards and try to smuggle them into her room ( mom and sister were terrified lol ) she wanted to be a vet at first but her mom told her that vets have to see animals sad and sick a lot so it might not be a happy job for her. she wanted to work at the zoo instead  

#OLLYAATTILA #RUCA

[arcticdementor]

This is on them, those brave and bold MSNBCNN warriors who sold out the conservatives who once took their cruises until Trump exposed the grift; these True Conservatives™ then proceeded to help elect Grandpa Badfinger pseudo-president. Well, at least they are consistent – when they were nominally conservative, the GOP squishes they backed led us to disaster, and the Dem libs they back now are doing the same.

The Conservative, Inc., crew are the smart guys. The moral guys. The experts of expertise. Just ask them. The Never Trumpers are the adults in the room, even if adults aren’t the North American Man-Boy Lincoln Project’s usual target demo.

This Afghanistan disaster, this utter abomination that will lead to tens of thousands of deaths of foreigners who trusted America, the humiliation of our country – country first, right guys? – and a possible hostage crisis to boot that will require us to thaw out and redeploy Ted Koppel, is on them.

But it’s not completely on them. Let’s face it, they don’t have that much influence anymore. Their purpose is solely to pretend that there is a conservative constituency for leftism. No one points to these doofuses and says, “Yeah, let’s harken back to the glory days when these geniuses were managing America’s decline – that was much better.” They failed then, and they are failing now, and when the Silicon Valley suckers funding these turncoat losers wise up and turn off the cash spigot, no one will listen to them at all.

It’s funny – you look at a toad like Bill Kristol and you wonder what bothers him most – the fact that a bunch of conservatives despise him, or the fact that most modern conservatives couldn’t pick him out of a line-up with LTC Bratwurst, Ana Navarro, and Brian Stelter, who is a potato.

You need to understand who these guys are. They are unaccomplished footnote people, whether it’s “Is a hot dog a sandwich or a taco?” dilemma pundit Jonah Goldberg (whose been coasting off his one good book for years), or drag queen story time advocate David French – whose name we once could have made fun of by citing the Gallic stereotype of military ineptness, except it turns out the frogs are courageously going out into Kabul to sweep up their citizens while the demented muppet the Ahoy Crew voted for has ordered our American forces to sit tight.

They are co-owners of this fiasco. They wanted Biden. It was imperative to saving the Republic, or something, we were solemnly informed. Those mean tweets, those damnable mean tweets – we needed the calming, soothing normality of a steady statesman and got a senile cone-licker-in-chief instead.

If these guys weren’t wrong, they’d be nothing.

…

How do these traitors come back from this, to the extent they ever could come back from their serial betrayals over the last half-decade and their pathetic performance as conservatives who never conserved nothing over the prior decades? They won’t, but they will still benefit from the milieu they have vigorously defended, the one that assures that even adjunct members of the in-crowd like them will never, ever be held to account. Start wars you have no idea how to finish – to the extent you want them to ever finish – and what happens? You get rewarded by the elite instead of shunned. Come on down to the green room – noted intern -employer Joe Scarborough’s got some questions! And don’t forget to fret about Muh Insurrection! I hear that was 9/11 times a zillion.

Pathetic.

Do not underestimate the capacity of these chameleons to adapt. David French went from pretending to be conservative hard to confessing his white privilege – whatever tune you need him to dance to, just make it rain and he’ll start shimmying. What the hell does David French actually believe, anyway? I don’t care, nor do you, but I am curious, not about what it is but whether he actually believes anything at all anymore. Hold on guys, because my money is on an upcoming column at whatever unread blog currently hosts his mewlings titled “The Conservative Case for Sharia.”

#kurt schlichter #townhall.com

[monst]

I put a spell on you

All characters 18+

Witch Doctor! Tamaki Amajiki x Reader. 

Warnings: Dark themes, not what your expecting, spooky shit, Please look at the tags. (How do you say pilon in english?)  

References: The witchcraft mentioned in this is based off of stories that I’ve heard growing up. My parents are from the Dominican Republic and many countries in the carribean deal a lot with Brujeria/Santeria. And, since I’m a curious person I’ve asked and there is some seriously spooky shit being done. Apparently these ‘practices’ are some of the things my aunt did to her current man. Is it true? Idk. Do I fuck with that shit? Hell ‘naw fam. I just like hearing the stories…..

You met witch doctor when you walked into his shop. Just like anyone else who walked into his store you were skeptical. After all what could a couple cards and your palm say about your fate? Your friends had come in with you so he hadn’t singled you out at the time. As he was expecting you lot had come in for shits and giggles. Your friends snickered in succession as soon as he came out. 

He had on an odd looking red robe that wasn’t fastened so it exposed the strange white lines on his chest. Under his left breast were words that neither you or your friends could make out. He wore various beads and amulets around his neck. And, his face also had white horizontal lines running across it. All in all he seemed pretty legit and unlike the other Romani places or ‘Pikies’ pretending to be Romani. So, why had your friends snickered? It was definitely the headdress. The skull of a bull was being worn as a hat with beads dangling from the horns. 

  “Let me guess? You were expecting us?” Your friend Ashido joked. 

“No. Actually I wasn’t.” He deadpanned wiping his dirty hands on a rag. 

“What type of witch doctor are you if you weren’t expecting us?” Jirou shot back.

“The kind who gets the job done.” He answered averting his eyes from your group. 

After he said that Your group of five stood in silence. You wouldn’t lie the man was cute and, he seemed very shy. However, you felt very uncomfortable when you saw the rusty color the rag he used took. He motioned for you all to follow him and, you found yourself in a room that made you shiver. 

“Woah. T-this is a bit s-scary.” Uraraka whispered her hand clasping onto Tsuyu’s shirt. You silently agreed. The room was lit entirely by candle light. On shelves were various dark containers and jars. The walls were covered in white diagrams and scribbles. You bit back bile when you saw a pot boiling in the corner of the room…. There was a whole bull head inside.

All of you huddled closer. In the center was a table and he asked you all to sit. You were ready to leave. You sat facing a mirror. Hanging off that mirror were various dead toads mouths sewn shut as they were all connected in a link by their limbs. You’re eyes didn’t miss how Tsuyu cringed. You and your friends weren’t expecting this. Even Ashido had piped down. 

“So.” His sudden intrusion making you all jump. He flushed in embarrassment. Mumbling a small apology before continuing. “What did you come here for today? I offer readings, cleanses.” You all heard him mutter curses but none of you commented on it. 

Gaining courage Ashido asked for a reading. When she held out her palm he took it into his hands. All of you were on edge. She let out a small shriek when he pulled out a needle and pricked her finger. He picked up the deck of cards from the table and let the bead of blood drip onto them. You all looked at each other. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.. He smeared the drop on the card before bringing it to his mouth to lick it off. 

“This is a form of divination.” He muttered telling Ashido to pull out three cards. 

“Upright- Wheel of fortune, Reversed- Hanged man, Upright- Death.” He whispered. 

“Death!!! Hanged!!” Ashido yelled backing up her eyes showing a bit of a fright. “Y-your lying!! Your just trying to scare me. I’m leaving!” 

Before she could leave a force had her back on her chair. If you weren’t scared before you were now. “I have control over your blood for now so please sit still and listen to the meaning of your cards. There is nothing you need to be worried about.”

“In order the upright wheel of fortune means that there will be an inevitable change in your future. Based on the Reversed hanged man I’m sure you're aware of it which is why your stalling, you fear what you would have to sacrifice. Upright death there will be change regardless of what you do. There will either be a new beginning regardless of how the cycle ends.” He spoke.

“That was pretty vague.” Jirou mentioned. 

“But it’s not right? Mina Ashido? You haven’t told your friend here that Kaminari Denki proposed to you haven’t you?” he asked. 

“What?!” Jirou exclaimed turning to Ashido. 

“I-I meant to tell you all but I don’t know what to do?” Ashido replied. 

“I can’t believe this!!!” Jirou yelled standing up and leaving. Ashido was quick to chase her.

You looked to the impassive face of the witch doctor and shivered. Was he getting revenge? When his eyes met yours you jumped in fright and looked away. His blue eyes looked to Uraraka and, she froze. His hunched figure walked to one of the shelves and, he reached over a large conch and brought back a carton of eggs..

“Stand...Please.” He asked. Uraraka was so shaken she tipped the chair when she stood. She quickly picked it up apologies tumbling from her lips like a mantra. The tips of his ears burned when he ordered her to stand in an open jumping jack position. Starting from her head he rubbed the egg on her body. Uraraka’s trembling didn’t go unnoticed and, when he pulled away she let an audible sound of relief. 

His tired looking eyes searched the table and you jumped when his cold fingers brushed against yours to retrieve the bowl that was next to you. He easily cracked the egg into the bowl and Uraraka let out a shriek. He hummed. 

“Just as I suspected.” He muttered twirling the red and, black continents of the egg in the bowl.  

“W-why is it that color!!” She yelped tears prickling at the corner of her large doe eyes. 

“Simple. Someone cursed you.” He said picking up a large palm leaf. 

“W-wait? Are you sure? What if all the eggs are like that.” Tsuyu interrupted. To your horror he cracked three eggs of Tsuyu’s choosing.. All of them with normal whites and yolk. 

“I can brush it off or give you-” He paused mid-sentence and, looked to Uraraka again. “Y-you wouldn’t happen to be Ochacho Uraraka?”

“Y-yes.” She yelped. 

You all looked in confusion as he put down the large leaf and sighed. He once again avoided eye contact. 

“Wh-what’s wrong c-can’t you fix it?!” She cried.

“I can’t.” He mumbled. 

“And why not!” She yelled getting hysterical. 

He walked towards a cauldron hanging on the sealing. He slipped his hand inside and Tsuyu spilled her guts onto the floor. You were rooted to the spot both physically and metaphorically. How you wished you could run like the frog loving girl. You figured she was already around the corner. You struggled to move an inch but, when his indigo eyes met your again you froze.

“W-what is t-that?” Uraraka’s tears were now flowing freely as she stared at the mutilated frog. The poor creature was still alive covered in mucus, water and blood. It’s mouth sewn shut. The ‘meek’ witch doctor opened his mouth to speak filling you both with unbridled terror. 

“I-It’s you.” He muttered. “Earlier today I was tasked with the job to rot you from the inside out. A girl named Himiko Toga. She paid a really high price for this… I don’t take back orders so I can’t undo it.. You might want to find someone who can if you want to live You have about two weeks ...”

You couldn’t even turn your head to see Uraraka run out of the shop. You were alone. With this strange man who did strange impossible, illogical, horrible things. You felt your body tremble when he returned the frog and cleaned his hands. He scared you. However, he didn’t turn to you instead he removed the headdress. As if you weren’t even in the same room he arranged his candles. He’d look at a list and blow certain ones off. 

Once done he turned to you. His dark blue eyes seemed to observe you for a long time. That was until he flushed and looked away. You saw him grab a ‘pilon’ from a cabinet and a long piece of ribbon from a shelf. Then he grabbed a polaroid camera. The only normal thing in the room. When he had everything gathered he sat down in a chair in front of you. 

“I’m sorry for not allowing you to move.” He started turning the camera on. He bit his lip and looked to you again. “Your the only one left.”

“P-please.” You pleaded. You let the word tumble from your lips and felt yourself jump back when his fingers brushed the tears from your eyes. 

“I’m really sorry but your friends left without paying..” He whispered with false regret. “How would you pay me for all those works if not by this?”

“By what?! Please just let me go!” You cried. You jumped when the flash went off a picture of you quickly being dispelled from the camera. When he took another you wailed. You screamed and begged. Praying that someone would hear you or that your friends would return. 

“Shhh it’s not all that bad. (Name)?” He questioned. 

“H-how do you know my n-name?” You hiccuped. 

“Your picture told me.” He replied dropping a picture into the ‘pilon’ with a shaky smile. 

“W-what are you d-doing.” You asked watching as he pulled the other print and began to cover it with the ribbon. When he was finished you felt your body slacken. Whatever had been holding you down to the chair has released you. 

You didn’t waste a second and ran to the entrance. Once there you reached for the door handle…. Your hand didn’t touch it. You couldn’t touch it. How could you not touch it! You were right in front of it! You tried and tried tears of frustration pouring down your face. You let out a sob as a force kept you from even touching the door. That’s when you heard it. It was rythmic a slow thumping sound. 

-Thump- Thump- Thump-

He was behind you. In his hands the ‘pilon’. He was crushing the photo that he had put in there. Your eyes met his one last time. When he had stopped your eyes were completely glazed over. He smiled. 

“Come here (Name).” And, you went. 

.

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“Oh cool! It says real voodoo!” A blonde haired man chimed.

“As if that crap is real.” His friend scoffed.

“Who knows.” The third man shrugged as they entered the shop.

Once inside the men looked around in curiosity. That was until the owner came out to greet them. With averted eyes he motioned for them to follow him. 

“Oh shit this is creepy.” The blonde muttered. “A-are those real organs?”

“Please take a seat.” The witch doctor smiled removing the jar with an (e/c) orb in it from the table. “What would it be?”

“I dunno? Let’s talk to the dead?” One of them chimed. 

“Great. (Name) grab the Ouija I’ll start the circle.”

“Yes…. Master Tamaki…”

Fun Fact: Brujeria (Black Magic) is actually illegal in the Dominican Republic. Happy Halloween!!!

#bnha #bnha imagines #bnha insert #tamaki amakiji x reader #tamaki amajiki #bnha halloween #bnha au #suneater #mha x reader #mha tamaki #mha imagines #mha insert #yandere tamaki amajiki #animal cruelty #witch doctor #Voodoo

[dorcasrises]

d o r c a s   b e t h a n y   m e a d o w e s

basics:

name: dorcas bethany meadowes (selwyn). pronunciation: dor·kuhs behth-uh-nee medoʊs. meaning: dorcas- good deeds and gifts of mercy, gazelle. bethany- house of affliction or figs. birthday: february 13th. age: twenty. pronouns: they, she & her. sexuality: bisexual. siblings: esther ruth selwyn. parents: apollo selwyn & mary meadowes. other family: arias selwyn (grandfather), alanis selwyn (grandmother), alice fortescue (cousin), edith fortescue (cousin). languages: english, a little french. current residence: the selwyn townhouse. hometown: bristol.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: gryffindor. year of graduation: 1978. occupation: order revolutionary. pet: a pet frog named toad. blood status: halfblood. species: witch. patronus: coyote. the coyote can be seen as power-hungry, as their ambition is what fuels them. they are stubborn and wildly expressive, often using this trait to make an impression on others. they start most of their relationships as a way to get something they want, rather than as a friendly gesture. they can begin to care about people after they get to know them, but at first glance they rarely do. they could be considered selfish.  understanding that all things are sacred–yet nothing is sacred, intelligence, ability to laugh at one’s own mistakes, shape-shifting, teaching balance between risk and safety, illumination, stealth, clowning and humor, wisdom of folly, prankster, insight, playful.  boggart: there is nothing that dorcas fears more than seeing the family she’s finally found falling apart during the coming war. she will do anything to protect them all. amortentia:   crackling fire.  the smell of a crackling fire in a hearth or on the lawn is associated with the best memories of dorcas’s life. there is almost always one burning in gryffindor tower. to her, it’s the real scent of home.  ice cream.  her cousin lived above an ice cream shoppe, so dorcas has grown to love to sweet, cold scent. it’s a swift reminder of midnight treats and long awaited adventures. it is sleepovers and laughter and freedom to be.  silver polish.  as much as she would hate to admit it, there is something comforting about the biting smell of silver polish. her grandmother’s house elf would polish their wares every thursday evening for the majority of her life. it grounds her. wand type: 11 1/2″ cypress wood, dragon heartstring, pliant and swishy.  cypress wands are associated with nobility. the great medieval wandmaker, geraint ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.  as a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. while they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.  pliant wand owners are eager, enthusiastic, and tend to be very easily impressed and/or naive. they often have a zest for life that is rare and unrivaled in most populations. a swishy wand will either surprise its owner by being surprisingly loyal or surprisingly unloyal and is most often known for doing the unexpected. It is usually great for charm work. affiliation: the order of the phoenix.

appearance:

height: 5′9″. hair color: chestnut. eye color: amber. typical hair style: typically, dorcas’s hair is wily and curly. when she’s working or concentrating, it is pulled up into one or two messy buns. when she’s going to be doing something physically exerting, she braids it back. when she’s in a mood to miss her grandmother, she will use straightening potions and style it back.  fashion style: growing up, dorcas wore a lot of sleek clothes in dark colors similar to her grandmother. eventually, her style developed to a more relaxed and comfortable fit. dorcas likes jeans or shorts with crop tops, t-shirts, and bomber jackets. she owns one bra and only wears it if she has to. if dorcas is dressing up, she still likes very disco inspired clothes. she loves warm colors and funky patterns. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: dorcas has an eyebrow piercing over her left eye which hides a scar from an old quidditch accident. she has a small tattoo of a fox on her side. dorcas also sports a tattoo of a phoenix on her arm, a sun on her wrist, a sunflower on her ankle, and a rubber duck on her ass. she almost always has the hint of a smile on her face and a certain noticeable fire in her eyes. dorcas almost always has tired rings beneath her eyes and is particularly known for her long legs.

personality:

positive traits: determined. spontaneous. academic. negative traits: ruthless. defiant. obsessive. theme song: heroes by david bowie

headcanons:

dorcas writes in a small nearly illegible mix of print and cursive. her brain is often moving faster than her hand can possible write so she has the tendency to slip into shorthand and scrawl the words as she goes. however, her handwriting does not appear messy at first glance. it looks like a very beautifully written diary. it’s only when you look close that you realize it’s mostly nonsense and only dorcas knows what was actually written down.

dorcas is not a great riser. seeing as she’s usually only crawled into bed or fallen asleep on the spot a few hours prior to wake up time, she’s bleary when first coming to. it takes several blinks and eyes rubbing for her brain to catch up to the world around her. if she’s being roused by another person, dorcas has the penchant for seriously irritability and occasionally, swinging at whomever is interrupting her sleep. if she comes to on her own, dorcas will usually start back at whatever she fell asleep doing, or she heads to the bathroom first thing.

while dancing was never so practiced a skill as piano, dorcas still has a natural proclivity towards it. she has a natural grace and fluidity to all of her movements that is only accentuated by the confidence and fearlessness by which she controls her body. it carries over into both her ability to duel or fight and her quidditch prowess. however, dancing never required so much forethought as those and dorcas will let herself get lost in it more often than anything else.

biography:

dorcas’s father, apollo selwyn, was born and raised among the sacred twenty-eight pureblooded families. he was a rebellious soul and musician that went travelling to play in bars both magical and not through the country. he is also a man who fell deeply in love with a muggle woman named mary meadowes. he pretended to know nothing of the magic world to keep her as close as possible and was disowned by his own family for being a blood-traitor. the two were married and by the time dorcas was born, he was committed to living in the muggle lie for the rest of his life. however, dorcas was no more than three months old when she started showing magical abilities. she would levitate toys into her crib and turn the lights of her nursery on and off. her mother was convinced they’d moved into a haunted house or were cursed.

eventually, apollo broke down and told the truth of the magic world to his wife. the news did not land well. she was a devoutly christian woman and now felt as though their entire relationship had been a lie. she was appalled that her daughter was a witch. her mother ran from them both, and dorcas’s father had no idea how to raise a child on his own. he was never the paternal sort. not to mention, he was frantic to retrieve the love of his life. in an act of desperation, he left dorcas with his own mother who was living alone as her husband had since passed. in exchange for dorcas’s grandmother to raise her, her father promised that he would not interfere with the child’s life again nor ask for her back to his home.

alanis selwyn was not a kindly old woman. she felt like she had failed in raising one child and would not do so again. she had high expectations for her grand-daughter whose blood by birth had already made her a disappointment. due to her mother’s muggleborn status, alanis would not even allow her granddaughter to keep the selwyn family name and instead insisted she go by her mother’s surname. it left dorcas with an obsessive need to prove her grandmother wrong at every turn. as a child, dorcas was put through all the lessons, training, and education as any pureblooded child might have had. yet, no matter how well she performed, it was not considered good enough.

dorcas grew up surrounded by the pureblood society who looked down their nose at the ‘embarrassing halfblood bastard’. needless to say, she didn’t find very many friends in these families. the few she did meant the entire world to her. they were her lifeline and hope that there was something better out there if she could find it. it was hogwarts that saved her. she cried with excitement the night she received her owl.

the sorting hat took it’s precious time in sorting her to gryffindor. he debated slytherin, but dorcas adamantly refused. she knew and hated too many in those walls. ravenclaw was a close second, as her passion for academics is well-noted, but eventually it was settled that due to her growling, she belonged with the other lions. truly, she found a home and a real family with her peers. dorcas worked endlessly to make perfect marks in school. both to prove to her grandmother and the rest of the purebloods that she was just as skilled and talented as any of them. perfection was all she could accept. there were endless nights of studying far beyond the curriculum which had been set, and delving into books well above her year. there was a desperation to know more and be more than just what she was. even the headmaster took a special interest in that drive she had.

in dorcas’s fourth year, her friends finally pushed her to get outside of the library a little more and pursue some hobbies for fun instead of simply ‘being the best’. dorcas’s humor had finally returned to her, and despite her desire to be perfect in her magic abilities, she finally felt more comfortable being herself with all the rule-breaking and fierceness that came with it. she took up a position as a keeper on the gryffindor quidditch team. it proved to be one of the best things that she ever did as it sparked a love of exercise and adventure. it steered her towards the decision to become an auror after graduation. who better to fight these dark art purebloods than someone raised among them, right?

however, not everything goes to plan. after graduation, dorcas did indeed begin on the track to becoming an auror for the ministry of magic. the training was hard, even harder than she’d expected. still, dorcas rose to the challenges and embraced them. all the while, she had pledge to work alongside the order of the phoenix as dumbledore invited her to join the revolutionary group. he had been grooming her abilities and her passion for justice for years. it seemed as though she was just able to manage both jobs, ever the overachiever, until her grandmother’s recent passing. it took an unexpected toll. dorcas quit auror training and began to work full time for the order. with her inheritance, there was no need to struggle for money, and there was a need in the order for dedicated people who were willing to sometimes put their morals on the backburner to be able to accomplish what was best for their side of the war.

again, her efforts did not go unnoticed. more and more she was given the jobs that others were hesitant to take. slowly but surely, people began to turn to her when things needed to be done and there was no one else to do it. it was easy to listen to her words of hope, her passion to keep the other’s safe and well, and the results of her years of rigid perfection in her casting made her a force in a duel. then suddenly and unexpectedly, dorcas was given a position of leadership among the group. she is still struggling to find her balance, often she feels like a lost lamb to slaughter, and can’t be certain she deserves the role. still, she is no stranger to adversity. dorcas is still driven by that need to be the best, but how long can she hold on when it feels like everything is always falling apart?

#ahintro #;about #;biography #;dorcas #;inspo

[pupbeat]

Sorry if this is a strange question but could you please talk about your Chara headcanons I love them and learning of other people's interpretations

oh this isn't strange at all!! Id love to I just need to remember everything ive ever thought....

here we go: (got kinda long oops)

they like to make poetry but generally keep it private

they also are trying to learn embroidery but they dont have the steadiest hands so its a bit difficult!

while they obviously have a fondness for specifically goats because yknow, they LOOOOOVE frogs and toads!

they let frisk paint their nails even if they aren't that into it

love earthy tones when it comes to clothing

always ready to roughhouse!!!!

this was inspired by a mutual but its also me projecting a bit, they do online school

start taller then frisk as kids/tweens but then becomes the shorter one (rip)

likes to chew on the chain of their locket

likes stuffed animals but doesn't have any themself because they try to keep their belongings practical and stuff

likes instrumental music

likes calm or nature-y games like animal crossing, harvest moon, pikmin, etc.

speaks pretty quietly/low a lot of the time unless they are feeling jazzed up or rowdy abt smth, then they have trouble controlling their volume

loves decorative knives! their main knife though has cute little charms on it that they like :-) they like to whittle sticks for no reason and eventually tries to get into wood carving as a result

I think this is canon but likes to knit! they join Toriel a lot to do so

has trouble sleeping so they hang out with Toriel a lot at night

likes bug hunting (Toriels influence)

likes to walk in the woods and sends frisk and co. random pictures of mushrooms and things they see

kinda fucked up about the fact that they have no greater purpose, badly wanted to be the angel to save monsters and finally be good/worth something

all about consequences. in a more canon adjacent au where they are alive with flowey instead of asriel, they fairly quickly learn to accept their brother is different now and that this is the consequence of their plan, but know he is still their brother and loves him. greatly regrets that they took so much from him and will do anything to make it up to him, though Flowey more wants to pick up right where they left off and pretend nothin is different

likes bracelets, and tries to typically wear the friendship bracelets Frisk makes

very interested in Alphys’ work! “woah u can make ROBOTS??? just like that????”

habitually smiles when stressed or freaked out, they dont mean anything bad by it tho

(also me projecting) VERY PICKY EATER but loves Toriels baked goods! 

favorite season is fall/autumn

likes dogs but prefers cats to some degree because they aren't so high energy

(more projection) very low energy person but tries to keep up with all these high energy friends like undyne and papyrus!

LOVES HALLOWEEN

they are the living embodiment of knife cat image

thats it for now I think ^o^

#undertale #chara dreemurr #headcanons

[imagitory]

Just thought I’d share a little of my progress in the game Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery! Right now I’ve just started year 5, and yeah, while the game definitely isn’t perfect, I’m having fun! If you want to read more about my character, I put in a cut! (Sorry about my character holding hands with your character Alana’s bae, @weasleyismyking540​ -- if I could’ve picked Chiara as Carewyn’s other half instead, I would have!)

My character, Carewyn “Cursebreaker” Cromwell, although she resembles me quite a bit visually, isn’t exactly like me, but one thing that she and I do share is a love of fashion! She changes outfits all the time depending on what she’s doing, from wearing all black when she was tailing Rakepick to wearing the Weasley sweater she got from Bill when she was trying to become Prefect. The outfit she’s wearing in her screenshots and in the biggest sketch I did is her usual “adventure” outfit, though she will break out the black version when she needs to be stealthy, like when she sneaked into the Forbidden Forest in fourth year. She also managed to become a Prefect, despite her disregard for the rules! In my head, I imagine it’s largely due to her maternal streak, rather than any astounding respect for rules and regulations: even if she’s a Slytherin, she likes protecting and looking after other people, especially social outcasts, since she herself has had to deal with a decent amount of people misjudging her. 

Backstory -- Carewyn is the second child and only daughter of the half-blood Cromwell family. Her father, Evan Bach, was a Muggle who left his family when his son Jacob received his Hogwarts letter and his wife, Lane, revealed her magical ancestry to him. After that, both Jacob and Carewyn took on their mother’s maiden name, Cromwell. Carewyn was a late-in-life surprise for her parents, being born only two years before Jacob started at Hogwarts. Jacob disappeared when Carewyn was eight years old, and ever since, Carewyn has been starved for news about her lost brother. Part of her worries that Jacob -- a Ravenclaw who was kind of obsessed with learning and achieving every single thing he could -- has gotten roped in with some bad people or, worse, that he might not even want to be found, so as to not shame her or their mother or to keep them from harm. Whatever his reason is, though, Carewyn knows she has to find out what happened to Jacob and remove the shadow of the Cursed Vaults looming over her if she has any hope of living her life the way she wants. Carewyn is close with her mother, Lane, but has greatly downplayed her involvement with the Cursed Vaults so as not to worry her.

Carewyn’s biggest flaw is her pride. Although she’s made a lot of friends at Hogwarts, she has difficulty showing vulnerability and tries to be perfect in absolutely everything she does. If she doesn’t think she can do something, Carewyn tends to ignore it and/or pretend it doesn’t matter. To complicate matters, when she started at Hogwarts, she actually dreamed of doing all of the normal things Hogwarts students do, like joining clubs, the Quidditch team, and the Frog Choir, but because of her brother Jacob and the Cursed Vaults, she’s had to basically put all of her more selfish ambitions on the back burner. After writing to her mother for advice, Carewyn selflessly gave up her spot in the Frog Choir -- something she really, really wanted -- to Merula with the thought that since she earned the spot once, she could always get it back the following year when there would be room for both her and Merula, but even that ended up having to be put off because of her quest to find the Cursed Vaults. Carewyn enjoys watching and playing Quidditch, but is reluctant to commit to the Slytherin team because she’s afraid of letting them down. Carewyn is actually kind of a stick in the mud too! Unlike her brother Jacob, Carewyn is a meticulous organizer and planner who believes everything has its place, and despite liking Tonks and Tulip quite a bit personality-wise, she can’t stand the idea of most pranks, thinking they end up really mean-spirited and kind of stupid rather than anything funny. (This of course only makes her a fantastic target for pranks among her friends, who think she needs to lighten up!) Appropriate to a Slytherin, though, Carewyn can also be a little manipulative -- despite having a very strong moral compass, she isn’t above putting on an innocent face, playing mind games, or out right lying if it’ll help her reach her goals. She likes to look her best around everyone, both in her fashion sense and in how she behaves, and she hates it when her more negative impulses or insecurities peek through. Her biggest insecurity is her lack of control about her own life. Because she feels like she’s the one with the most drive to find the Cursed Vaults and break their enchantments, Carewyn has subconsciously assumed all responsibility for the fall-out and blames herself if anyone else is put in danger because of her search for her brother or because of the Vaults. She wants to control absolutely everything in her life, but the most she can control nearly all of the time is her attitude, her workspace, and how she presents herself, so she does so. Her greatest fear would be a threat she’d have no hope of controlling or overcoming -- namely, Voldemort.

Relationship-wise, Carewyn’s closest friends are Chiara, Bill, Talbott, Charlie, and Barnaby. She also really respects the eccentric Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Orion, and fancies Ravenclaw’s own “Style Wizard,” Andre Egwu, who shares her love of Quidditch and fashion. The thing Carewyn likes best about Andre is how passionate he is about his interests and therefore how much fun their conversations are. Fortunately Carewyn’s interest is reciprocated -- Andre and Carewyn attended the Celestial Ball together and have now been on two dates, one at Madame Puddifoot’s and one in one of the Hogwarts Greenhouses after a Valentine’s party hosted by Gilderoy Lockhart that neither of them remember very well. (META NOTE: As mentioned, I probably would’ve paired Carewyn with Chiara if ANY of the dating events would’ve let me, but I really like Andre too. And after choosing him for the Celestial Ball, it only felt right for Carewyn to stick with him, as I see her as a very monogamous sort, relationship-wise.)

Carewyn latched onto Chiara very quickly because of her “outcasted” status as a werewolf, and since then, she’s sort of become Chiara’s own personal Sirius Black, using her hawk Animagus form to keep Chiara company when she transforms. The Weasley family (Bill especially) sort of filled the hole that Jacob left in Carewyn’s life, but because Carewyn loves magical creatures, she really enjoys talking about dragons with Charlie and everything else with Barnaby. (Barnaby really enjoys whenever Carewyn sings to the creatures she’s working with to try to calm them down.) Carewyn was also pleasantly surprised to find out that Talbott enjoys poetry, given that she loves the arts (music especially), so she encourages him wholeheartedly in his writing, even if her enthusiasm kind of weirds Talbott out a bit. (He likes it, though.) Carewyn clashes most with Tulip (largely because of Carewyn’s aforementioned dislike of mischief), Ismelda (her sadistic streak turns Carewyn off big time), Skye (Carewyn was really upset when Skye started telling rumors about Erika Rath without any proof!), and Professor Rakepick (who Carewyn at present doesn’t trust at all, but will be play nicely with if it’ll help her find out what happened to her brother). (META NOTE: I also adore that Carewyn and Rakepick have some physical similarities, even though that wasn’t on purpose -- it just makes for great visual symbolism, considering that Rakepick is clearly trying to groom Carewyn as one of her apprentices!) Carewyn is also pretty protective of Ben and now Penny, since her younger sister Bea has gotten trapped in a portrait thanks to the Vaults’ most recent curse.

Although the so-called “Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts,” Merula Snyde, would love it if she were Carewyn’s main rival at school, Carewyn’s kind of gotten tired of the old song and dance Merula’s done with her these last five years and now tends to just ignore her terrible behavior. When Merula is willing to play nice, Carewyn’s glad for her help, but she honestly just isn’t interested in indulging Merula when she’s being awful anymore (which is often). And as much as Carewyn may think of Merula as immature and irritating, she knows that Merula had it rough growing up and that the two of them have a few things in common, like their love of music, and her mother (who was a Ravenclaw like her brother) would counsel her to choose the more peaceful route over active hostility. Carewyn wouldn’t call Merula a friend exactly, but she’s more of an ally of an enemy purely out of necessity, and for that, Carewyn shows Merula the base level of compassion and respect, but nothing more.

Carewyn’s favorite professors are Flitwick -- who taught her about Wizard Dueling and teaches her favorite class, Charms -- and McGonagall -- the one teacher who she respects above all others and would never have the heart to lie to. Being a Slytherin, Carewyn also trusts Snape’s judgement, even if she gets little of the standard favoritism from him: she was all too eager to try to help him spy on Rakepick. She also adores Care of Magical Creatures and probably would enjoy History of Magic more if Professor Binns didn’t teach the class, since her mother Lane works as a magical historian.

Carewyn’s love of magical creatures has prompted her to adopt several pets and magical creatures on the Hogwarts grounds. Her most constant companion is her orange tabby cat Mimi (named for the halfhearted “meows” she gives), but Tulip also gave Carewyn a toad she named Sir Robin the Brave, or “Robin” for short (kudos to anyone who gets the reference!!). At the magical creature preserve, Carewyn has trained a Niffler named Wicket, a Fairy named Belle, a Welsh Green Dragon named Esmeralda, a Porlock named Tumnus, and an Abraxan Winged Horse named Arjuna. Carewyn’s connection with her Abraxan is also beautifully reflected in her Patronus, which is also a Winged Horse.

I’m looking forward to seeing where my curse-breaking baby goes from here! For those of you who have advanced further in the game than me, I can’t wait to catch up with you!

#harry potter #hogwarts mystery #carewyn cromwell #personal #i draw?? #or at least attempt to draw #slytherin pride #jacob's sibling #andre egwu #chiara lobosca #bill weasley #charlie weasley #barnaby lee #patricia rakepick #merula snyde #penny haywood #ben copper #tulip karasu #nymphadora tonks #hphm #orion amari #jacob

[dingledorcas]

__________________________dorcas bethany meadowes.

age & birthday. sixteen, february 13.

sign. aquarius.

house & year. gryffindor, sixth year.

blood status. halfblood.

character pronouns. she, her.

sexuality. bisexual, closeted.

siblings. esther ruth selwyn.

other relations. arias and alanis selwyn - grandparents. apollo selwyn - father. mary annette meadowes - mother. alice fortescue - cousin via arias.

clubs. astronomy club, charms club, dueling club, frog choir.

favorite classes. defense against the dark arts, charms, potions.

least favorite classes. ancient runes, divinations.

height. 5′9″

hair color. warm brown

eye color. amber

hair style. typically, dorcas’s hair is wily and curly. when she’s working or concentrating, it is pulled up into one or two messy buns. when she’s playing quidditch, she braids it back. when she’s home with her grandmother or in a mood, she will use straightening potions and style it back.

fashion style. growing up, dorcas wore a lot of sleek clothes in dark colors similar to her grandmother. eventually, her style developed to a more relaxed and comfortable fit. dorcas likes jeans or shorts with crop tops, t-shirts, and bomber jackets. she owns one bra and only wears it if she has to. if dorcas is dressing up, she likes very disco inspired clothes. she loves warm colors and funky patterns. [ fashion moodboard ]

distinguishing features. dorcas has an eyebrow piercing over her left eye which hides a scar from an old quidditch accident. she has a small tattoo of a fox on her side. she almost always has the hint of a smile on her face and a certain noticeable fire in her eyes. dorcas almost always has tired rings beneath her eyes and is particularly known for her long legs.

______________________________wand.

11 1/2″ cypress wood, dragon heartstring, pliant and swishy.

Cypress wands are associated with nobility. The great medieval wandmaker, Geraint Ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. Fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. Wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.

Pliant wand owners are eager, enthusiastic, and tend to be very easily impressed and/or naive. They often have a zest for life that is rare and unrivaled in most populations. A swishy wand will either surprise its owner by being surprisingly loyal or surprisingly unloyal and is most often known for doing the unexpected. It is usually great for charm work.

______________________________pets.

Dorcas has a pet frog named Toad that she shares with Remus Lupin.

______________________________amortentia.

crackling fire.

the smell of a crackling fire in a hearth or on the lawn is associated with the best memories of dorcas’s life. there is almost always one burning in gryffindor tower. to her, it’s the real scent of home.

ice cream.

her cousin lived above an ice cream shoppe, so dorcas has grown to love to sweet, cold scent. it’s a swift reminder of midnight treats and long awaited adventures. it is sleepovers and laughter and freedom to be.

silver polish.

as much as she would hate to admit it, there is something comforting about the biting smell of silver polish. her grandmother’s house elf would polish their wares every thursday evening for the majority of her life. it grounds her.

______________________________boggart.

there is nothing that dorcas fears more than seeing the family she’s finally found falling apart during the coming war. she will do anything to protect them all.

______________________________patronus.

coyote.

The coyote can be seen as power-hungry, as their ambition is what fuels them. They are stubborn and wildly expressive, often using this trait to make an impression on others. They start most of their relationships as a way to get something they want, rather than as a friendly gesture. They can begin to care about people after they get to know them, but at first glance they rarely do. They could be considered selfish.

Understanding That All Things are Sacred--Yet Nothing is Sacred, Intelligence, Ability to Laugh at One’s Own Mistakes, Shape-Shifting, Teaching Balance Between Risk and Safety, Illumination, Stealth, Clowning and Humor, Wisdom of Folly, Prankster, Insight, Playful.

______________________________biography.

dorcas’s father was a selwyn who fell deeply in love with a muggle woman. he pretended to know nothing of the magic world and was disowned by his own family for being a blood-traitor. by the time dorcas was born, he was committed to living in the muggle lie for the rest of his life. however, dorcas was no more than three months old when she started showing magical abilities. she would levitate toys into her crib and turn the lights of her nursery on and off. her mother was convinced they’d moved into a haunted house.

eventually, her father broke down and told the truth of the magic world to her mother. the news did not land well. she was a devoutly christian woman and now felt as though their entire relationship had been a lie and was appalled that her daughter was a witch. her mother ran from them both, and dorcas’s father had no idea how to raise a child on his own. not to mention, he was desperate to retrieve the love of his life. in an act of desperation, he left dorcas with his mother. in exchange for dorcas’s grandmother to raise her, her father promised that he was not interfere with the child’s life again.

alanis selwyn was not a kindly woman. she had high expectations for her grand-daughter whose blood by birth had already made her a disappointment. due to her mother’s muggleborn status, alanis would not even allow her granddaughter to keep the selwyn family name and instead insisted she go by her mother’s surname. it left dorcas with an obsessive need to prove her grandmother wrong.

dorcas grew up surrounded by the pureblood society who looked down their nose at the ‘embarrassing halfblood bastard’. needless to say, she didn’t find very many friends in these families. it was hogwarts that saved her. she cried with excitement the night she received her owl.

the sorting hat took it’s precious time in sorting her to gryffindor. he debated slytherin, but dorcas adamantly refused. ravenclaw was a close second, but eventually it was settled that due to her growling, she belonged with the other lions. truly, she found a home and a real family with her peers. dorcas worked endlessly to make perfect marks in school. both to prove to her grandmother and the rest of the purebloods that she was just as skilled and talented as any of them.

in dorcas’s fourth year, her friends finally pushed her to get outside of the library a little more and pursue some hobbies for fun instead of simply ‘being the best’. she took up a position as a keeper on the gryffindor quidditch team. it proved to be one of the best things that she ever did as it sparked a love of exercise and adventure. and steered her towards the decision to become an auror after graduation. who better to fight these dark art purebloods than someone raised among them?

#abintro #;intro #;biography #;bio #;about #;dorcas #;task #;task011 #abtask #abtask011

[writingismyhappytime]

Draco Malfoy and the Disaster of a Year

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Warnings: Language, magic

A/N: So, I’ve read the books and watched the movies, and I know I’m kind of mixing them both together, so just forgive me! Hopefully it’s still a good read! Let me know if you want to be tagged for more updates, or if you want to be taken off the list!

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6) Aesthetic 

You dislike this woman very, very much.

Not only is she completely incompetent as a teacher, she is vile, disgusting, rude, and cruel! You can't imagine why the ministry would assign her as your professor in a course that she isn't even intending to teach, she just wants you to read about spells, not perform them! How exactly are you supposed to learn anything from that?

Not to mention she seems to have a special hatred for Harry, who honestly has done nothing to deserve it. You wish he'd stop patronizing her and getting detention, you've heard of how horrid it is. Something about a pen that actually writes into your skin or something, she shouldn't be allowed to do such things! Why does Dumbledore not step up?

You're so... frustrated! Snape seems to be the only teacher not bothered or intimidated by Umbridge, he doesn't seem to care about her at all and has no patience for her sickly sweet attitude and her constant need to wear that awful color of pink you previously liked until her. She's just so fake, or maybe it's the fact she's not sincere, that makes you detest her more.

"High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, ridiculous!" You hear someone scoff, and you glance over from where you're standing in one of the many hallways. You'd paused on your walk to the courtyard to talk to Nearly Headless Nick, who has no promptly floated through the wall to another chamber, leaving you alone. "Who does she think she is!? Dumbledore needs to put an end to this nonsense!"

Well, that's Hermione Granger, you recognize her angry voice easily enough. She shouldn't say things like that out loud, not when there are so many ears that report back to the evil woman. You hesitate, wondering if you can make it down the hallway fast enough so that you don't run into anyone, and you hastily start towards the end.

"I mean, she shouldn't be doing this! She shouldn't be allowed," Hermione continues furiously, her voice echoing against the stone walls.

"Shh, keep your voice down!" someone says hastily, and you cringe slightly as you realize they're about to turn the corner and you haven't made your great escape just yet. You sigh as you hear their footsteps, glancing over your shoulder to see them turning the corner. Hermione quiets as she notices they're not alone, and you start to turn the corner ---.

"Oof!" You run smack into someone, nearly dropping all of your things, your quill and a book clattering to the ground. You mutter an apology without looking as you kneel, hastily gathering your school things.

"Well, I see there's not a student around here paying attention today."

Uh oh.

You hesitate before you look up, noticing the pink skirt before you see the frog-like face of the very teacher everyone seems to hate. You frown as you straighten, propping your things in your arms; she's a short lady, with curly brown hair, and very pale, which the constant wearing of pink does nothing to help.

"Sorry about that," you apologize again, twisting the end of your braid nervously. Your eyes flick behind her, and of course you're not surprised to see Draco on her heels, silver eyes gleaming with no doubt some mischief.

This year hasn't been that great, and although he's a Prefect, it's already gone to his head; you're not sure why he's siding with this awful toad of a witch, other than she seems to hate Harry and he's a pure blood, not that she can talk, you've heard one of her parents was a muggle anyhow. You keep quiet in class, try to keep your distance from her, you don't really want her attention.

Now you understand why your mother has been so inquisitive in her letters about how your year is going, she wants to know all about Umbridge, and really she's not been so subtle about it. You wonder what she knows about the woman that she can't tell you in writing, as you don't doubt every letter that is sent to or from Hogwarts is read before the student ever sees it.

"Really, such disregard," Umbridge sniffs, beady eyes thoughtful. "It's a trend among your class I've noticed, not paying attention."

You narrow your eyes at her; does she really want you to respond to that? You severely dislike this woman, and you dare her to even mention detention at you.

Just wait until your mother hears about this.

Oh no, did you just sound like Draco?

You did, didn't you?

"Uh, Ms. Umbridge, I'm sure it was just an accident." Draco comes to your rescue immediately, taking a step until he's at your side in one smooth movement. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder supportively, and you cast a narrowed look at him. "(Y/N) is usually very careful about where she's going. Gets her attention to detail from her father, Nicolas (Y/L/N)."

Oh, you see what he did there, throwing around your parents name.

Umbridge recognizes it immediately, and your face sours. Really? You're getting a free pass because of who your parents are? If you were anyone else she would send you to detention, just to make a point.

"Oh, the inventor."  Umbridge hums thoughtfully, her eyes dissecting you from head to toe. "His wife is friends with your mother, Draco, correct?"

"Yes, very good friends." Draco's hand tightens slightly on your shoulder, but he's giving her a pleasant smirk. "I think her mother just had a party, didn't she, (Y/N)? Didn't the minister attend?"

"I suppose." You don't know, you don't care. You're just irritated at this point that he feels the need to keep rubbing your social status in her face. Well, it's sort of pleasing of course that she now know's that if she messes with you there could be consequences, but you just don't think it's fair!

You hate this woman, you really do. You want nothing more than to glare at her and tell her exactly how little you think of her, but you wouldn't do that to a professor --- although technically she isn't one.

Harry's right, you can't learn Defense Against the Dark Arts if you're not even going to practice the magic.

"Well, I suppose we all do have our moments where we aren't paying attention," Umbridge clasps her hands, giving you that grimace of a smile. "Just do be careful in the future, Miss (Y/L/N)."

"Of course." You say, but your tone belies how little you mean it. You know she catches it, but pretends otherwise as she sails down the hallway, ignoring you. You watch her go, and at least have the sense to wait until she's disappeared before you turn on the blonde haired boy at your side.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Did you want detention instead?" Draco frowns down at you as you square off with him, looking annoyed. He just came to your rescue! Shouldn't you be grateful towards him? You should have already introduced yourself to Umbridge anyhow, that way she could know of your standing! You could even be on the Inquisitorial Squad.

"I don't think someone should get detention for accidentally bumping into another person." You retort, brushing your hair behind your ear. "That woman is not fit to be a teacher."

"Shh! Don't say that so loudly," Draco scowls, nervously glancing over your shoulder down the hallway. He wants to keep you out of trouble and on Umbridge's good side, otherwise your family name won't be enough to keep you safe. He definitely doesn't want you in detention, not that Snape would allow it anyhow, considering the circumstances --- you're a pureblood Slytherin with very influential parents, and right now the Malfoy's are really pulling for power with their connections considering their house guests.

His stomach tightens as he thinks about it. It's not often that he doesn't want to go home, but he's suddenly glad his mother sent him away. He always thought being a Death Eater was cool, that they were standing up for the fact that purebloods should be the reigning class, that muggles should be aware that they're not the top.

But now everything is changing and he's not sure how he feels.

"Why not?" You huff, but you do soften your tone. "She shouldn't be allowed to bully everyone just because she's from the ministry! She is a vile, horrible woman who Dumbledore should get rid of before she does permanent damage to this school!"

"You know why she's here!" Draco snaps, annoyed at your obvious disdain; again, he just came to your rescue here, you could be a little more appreciative! Hold his hand, kiss his cheek, offer your eternal love, something. "Dumblemore was too incompetent to find someone for the position, and it's not like his last few have been good choices ---."

"Oh, please. Everyone knows the ministry made him," you roll your eyes, shifting your books as they start to grow heavy. "Fudge just wants someone here to spy."

"(Y/N) ---."

"No, don't start with me! I can't believe you're siding with someone like her, Draco! I thought you were better than that! You're just on her side because she's letting you have free reign to be a a real git whenever you want!"

Draco has never been so offended in his life. He tenses, his hands curling tightly at his sides; wow, you're really going for the gold in insulting him today, aren't you? You've had such a temper with him this year, it's like as soon as you stepped foot on school grounds things changed.

Well, everything has changed.

The ministry has never been so involved in schooling before, sending one of their own representatives in, and then there's the whispers, the worries about the Dark Lord's return. Draco knows more than anyone how true it is, but he would never say anything to you about it, he would never burden you with that sort of knowledge --- you of all people should stay oblivious, live in a bubble where you're untouchable.

"Don't be ridiculous," Draco scoffs, gray eyes growing dark. "I'm a Prefect, I ---."

"You've let the power go straight to your head, just as I thought you would."

Well that's harsh.

"What is your problem this year, (Y/N)? Everything was fine over the summer, and on the train, but as soon as we get here ---."

"Look at all that's happening! That awful woman is overstepping her authority, and no one is doing anything to stop it? You're just letting it happen! Of all times, this is exactly when you should be wanting your father to hear about this, don't you think?" You just don't understand, doesn't he want to use his status for good? What's the point of being important if you're just going to be cruel and not offer to help make anything better?

You hate being so helpless, and you don't feel like you're learning anything at all! What's the point of being at this school?

You're so mad at Draco for being selfish, and you're mad at Dumbledore for not stepping up! Draco can be such a better person than what he strives to be, he really can, he doesn't have to be as prejudiced as his father.

"You can do so much better than this," you finally say when Draco doesn't answer, growing even more upset. "You're a much better person."

You could probably have punched him and he wouldn't have been so hurt. You shake your head as you start to dart around him, clenching your books tightly to your chest. Everything is just so wrong this year! You hate it!

"(Y/N), wait ---," Draco's chest feels so tight, his heart is hammering so hard it feels like it's going to explode from his chest! He doesn't want you so upset at him, but you don't understand everything that's going on, and he doesn't want you too! The less you know, the safer you are!

He grabs your arm, pulling you back before you storm away from him.

"Draco, let go!"

"Just listen to me for a moment, would you?" he demands, refusing to let you pull away from him. You hesitate, letting him pull you so close you could almost count each eyelash, his gaze riveted on yours. He looks so serious. "You don't understand everything that's going on."

"Don't I? I see you taking advantage of the situation."

He sighs, growing frustrated; you're so bull headed sometimes! "That's your problem! You see only what's right in front of you, but not the big picture!"

You bristle slightly, glaring up at him; how many times have you been so close before? The scent of him is so familiar, and honestly still a little comforting. He looks so handsome in green and silver, the colors compliment his pale face and blonde hair.

If only his personality was as good as his looks.

"Like you can talk!" You hiss, refusing to budge an inch. "All you care about is yourself and the next person you can lord your pureblood status over! Just like you did with Umbridge, using my family name like I should be treated any different!"

"You had better appreciate the fact I did! Why are you so ungrateful I just saved you from detention?"

"I don't need you saving me!"

"Well clearly you do!"

You both glare at each other, and oh you want nothing more than to hit him with your book! He can be so, so --- ugh!

"You're impossible!" You hiss, finally wrenching away from him; you don't like standing so close, it brings other memories to the surface you don't want to revisit. "You always act like you're entitled to everything, like you deserve respect when you've done nothing to earn it! Grow up, Draco!"

"You're the one who needs the reality check!" he snaps, scowling. "You have no idea what's going on, do you? In the world? With the ministry? You think sticking your head in the sand and ignoring it will make it go away, but it won't! The problems are still here!"

You send him a furious look, despite you know he's right. You do tend to ignore everything if you can, expecting it to blow over so you don't have to worry about it. Your parents tend to take care of everything, but you have noticed their whispers, you know something is going on, just not what. They don't want you to worry, and it's not like Draco ever feels the need to tell you anything either.

You just... don't want to know.

You want to go to school, learn your courses, pass them, and move on with your life. You don't want to think about the fact everything is suddenly so serious now, that it's all changing and might not ever be the same again.

You hate this year.

You turn on your heel, storming away from Draco before he manages to yell anything else true at you.

~~~~~~

"Sorry I'm late," you apologize to Fred as you come to sit beside him in the courtyard, sighing. It's been such a rough day, from classes to dealing with your peers, and you're so glad it's finally over.

Yesterday, arguing with Draco, it made you feel awful. You hate to be mean to him, and you hate it when he tells you things that might be right, especially. You've ignored him blatantly since then.

"It's allright," Fred shrugs his shoulders, relaxing back on the bench with you. You're sitting hip to hip, Umbridge rarely goes outside to enforce her rule about students staying so much of a distance with each other. None of the other teachers care otherwise. "Figured you were busy."

You glance at him, seeing the distant look on his face. You've noticed he's been disappearing a lot, although you're not sure where. Well, actually, there's been a lot of students doing that, if you're being honest, but you've kept your nose out of their business.

But now with Draco saying all that...

"Have you had a good day?" You ask lightly, enjoying the brief bits of sun peaking through the clouds.

"Sort of."

"Sort of?" You hesitate, and now you can definitely hear the tone. "What's happened?"

"Oh, you know, just... everything this year. Ran into a 2nd year that had detention because of that ---."

"Come now, brother, don't get testy." George suddenly flops down on your other side, sandwiching you between the two twins. You scoot as much as you can to make room for him, feeling Fred's arm slip around your shoulder; you like his casual gestures, you find it sweet. You know the summer was a rough go for the two of you, considering that you didn't really get to write much --- or, well, Fred didn't write much, but of course you don't know what was going on in his life.

It must just be so busy with having such a large family.

Still, what has it been now? Almost a year? A little more?

You've sort of lost track, but it's just so easy with Fred, and he's always making you laugh. You find him incredibly sweet and his pranks are always keeping everyone on their toes. It's especially nice during a time like this, with such a vile, terrible, disgusting woman walking around.

"Oi, didn't I hear you almost got yourself detention yesterday?" George suddenly asks, and you blink as you look over at him. How did he know about that?

"You almost did?" Fred sounds surprised, and you hesitate, glancing back and forth between matching faces. Well this is almost intimidating, having them both look at you like this.

"I, uh, accidentally walked into her. Quite literally. As I was going around a corner," you shrug, absently leaning into Fred's side. "How do you know about that?"

You didn't tell Fred, you didn't think it was important.

"Ron and Hermione heard you talking to her, is all. And Draco."

Fred stiffens beside you, and you hesitate, feeling the red starting to crawl up your cheeks.

"Well, he was with her, of course." You shrug it off, peeved; are those two gossiping? What exactly did they hear in your conversation? Did they see you and Draco so close? Is that why Fred is all tense, his arm slipping away from your shoulder?

"Why didn't you mention that?" Fred asks, shifting as so he can look at you better.

"Well, I didn't think it was important."

"But you could have got detention, (Y/N). That's serious."

You shake your head. "It's fine, it doesn't matter since I didn't."

"Yeah, but why not? I heard someone sneezed in her vicinity the other day and she gave them detention." George rubs the back of his neck, looking tired; as a matter of fact, they both do. "I thought you bewitched her or something, was looking for pointers."

You almost roll your eyes. "No, I did no such thing. Just apologized, it was an accident after all."

"Umbridge takes apologies? I wouldn't apologize to her if I stepped on her foot three times." George sniffs, and you notice he's rubbing his hand. "She's a rotten one, that one."

Well, you don't disagree.

"Everyone's too afraid to stand up to her 'cept Harry, poor bloke. He's always getting the brunt of it. Did you see the scar on his hand?" George shakes his ginger head, scowling; you've never seen the twins look so serious before, so angry. You glance between them worriedly, seeing both of their faces dark.

Well, this is... different.

"She's such an awful woman," you mutter thoughtlessly, reaching down for your bag. "They need to do something about her, especially Dumbledore. Does anyone even know what she's doing?"

"They do, can't do anything because she's from the ministry."

"That's ridiculous. She's stepping out of bounds. Someone needs to do something."

Why are they exchanging a look over your head?

"Well, I'd best be off," George says suddenly, hopping to his feet. You glance over at him, seeing him tugging at the collar of his robe. "I gotta catch up with some fellows anyhow, got some merchandise and all that."

Ahuh.

All their prankster toys.

You watch as he goes across the grass, waving to a few other Gryffindors as he passes.

At least no one sneers at you and Fred anymore, well, some Slytherins still do but you think that's just their faces. You've been together long enough now where it's just sort of either accepted or ignored, and that suits you just fine. You don't like being in the spotlight.

"Can you meet me tonight, after curfew?" Fred asks suddenly, his hand creeping to yours.

"Okay, now are you trying to get me detention?" You ask in amusement, threading your fingers with his. "You know how strict things are right now."

"Yeah, I know, but I want to show you something."

"Like what?"

"Well, let's call it a secret club of sorts, but you're invited. Just meet me at the Room of Requirement. You know how to get there, yeah?"

Well, yes, of course you do. Fred and you have been in there before, to finally have some peace and quiet for yourselves so you can spend genuine time together. Well, you've also used it a few times yourself just so you can study and not be interrupted.

"Yes."

"Good. Promise you'll meet me tonight?"

"Fred, I don't know ---."

"Oh, c'mon, (Y/N). Be a sport, would you? It'll be fun."

You look at him dubiously. A secret club? A club shouldn't be secret unless it's something that Umbridge would pitch a fit over, which is exactly what it is, you suppose. Is that what he's doing every night? Running off to the Room of Requirement?

"After curfew?"

"Yup." He squeezes your hand. "Trust me, you're gonna love it."

Yeah, you find that suspicious.

"Why are you only telling me now about this?" You ask after a moment, curious. Why just now mention this club when you don't doubt it's been going on for a bit? Who all is involved?

You doubt any other Slytherins.

"Just didn't think you would be interested in it before," the twin shrugs his shoulders, and after a moment he stands, still holding your hand. "But now I think you will. Promise you'll meet me?"

You hesitate, gazing up into his mischevious eyes, your worry wavering.

"Fine," you relent after a moment. "But if I get caught and get sent to detention, I'm dragging you down with me."

Fred actually chuckles, and you flush as he presses a kiss against your knuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

~~~~~~~~

This is such a bad idea.

You frown where you stand, glancing around anxiously. You're so worried someone checking the halls is going to come around at any point and spot you, report you. You do not want to get in trouble, because you will absolutely pitch the worst fit Umbridge has ever seen in the history of Hogwarts.

You sigh, tapping your foot impatiently; Fred said to meet him here! Now where is ---?

You gasp as you're suddenly being pulled back, someone having hold of the back of your shirt.  You blink as you pass backward through the wall, bumping into someone before their arms close around you; you immediately know it's Fred, you can tell by the sweater he's wearing, the one his mother makes for him every Christmas.

You relax slightly before he lets you go, grinning at you when you turn around.

You glance behind him, eyes flicking over all the other students in the room, and you're surprised at the amount of them. How many people are skipping curfew right now to be here, and why is Harry walking around teaching?

The Room of Requirement looks like a studyhall, with a large area full of books that you can see Hermione perusing, and the House flags all dangle from the ceiling and errant columns; you notice there's no Slytherin colors however.

"What's going on?" You ask after a moment, the red head in front of you looking over his shoulder. You can see George and Neville Longbottom practicing with their wands, George apparently showing him the correct way to flick his wrist for a spell.

"We're practicing what they won't teach us." Fred says after a moment, stepping to where he stands beside you; you feel better that you didn't wear your house sweater, but just a normal one. "Umbridge is a terror, and all of us here aren't going to stand for it. We're learning Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"You're teaching yourselves magic?" You're surprised, that's not what you expected by secret club. You thought maybe just a hate-Umbridge club or something, but not this. Is Harry the ringleader, since he's apparently the teacher?

"Yep, since no one else will." Fred sounds so proud of himself, of everyone else, but you worry immediately. You'll all get expelled if you get caught here! Or worse, detention! Well, you suppose that's not so bad, but still it'll be on your record and that's definitely not something that you want. "All of us know Umbridge is going to run this school to the ground, and with You-Know-Who back, we need to be prepared."

You frown as you glance up at him. Is he really back, though? Harry has been spouting that for years, you're sort of numb to it.

"Well.... what spells have you learned so far?" You're reluctantly curious, and though you really don't want to be incriminated by staying in this room any longer than necessary, it has your interest. So they're really teaching each other spells?

"Expelliarmus. Stupefy. Basic defensive spells."

"So nothing extreme?"

"No," Fred looks amused, his arm coming to rest across your shoulders and giving you a light squeeze. "You think we were learnin' something wild in here? Like how to walk through walls or turn people into ferrets?"

Your mind immediately flicks to Draco and his unfortunate time spent as the animal, and you purse your lips against a smile. "Well, it was always a possibility."

Fred chuckles; you have a point.

"We're just learning the spells rather than reading about them. This is where we can practice, and not have to worry about someone catching us."

"Don't you worry what will happen should Umbridge find out?"

"Eh, don't worry. Hermione has something in place, we'd know exactly who ratted us out."

"Yes, but there stands the point it would be too late. If she finds out, all of you will be in so much trouble." You worry, crossing your arms tightly across your chest. "You could be expelled!"

"Now you do sound like Hermione."

You frown.

Your greatest rival.

"So, are you interested? You'd be a great help, you're a quick learner." Fred states, although you know you don't have much of a choice. One, because he's already showed you their secret  meeting and you can't forget it and are therefore involved. Two, well, it's a good idea, you really do need to know how to use the spells, reading about them and not performing them is ridiculous.

"I'm in," you say, noticing you're also the only Slytherin in the room. "As long as no one else has an issue with it."

"Nah, you're my girl, you're trustworthy," Fred shrugs, your eyes flicking up to him. He says that so easily, like he really does trust you'll not say a word and have the best intentions. You're a Slytherin, though, he really shouldn't be so... well, you're still sure the Sorting Hat made a mistake with you, you were meant to be a Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff --- anything but a Slytherin!

"So, you want to get started? Harry's going to teach us about how to cast a Patronus," Fred says, his voice excited. "To fight off the Dementors."

"He knows how to do that?" You're surprised, but with how many of them were around last year during the tournament you shouldn't be. No wonder he learned how to fight them, he had so many altercations with them!

"Harry's got a lot more tricks up his sleeve than people give him credit for," your boyfriend smirks, urging you to walk with him to where Harry is talking to Neville and George. "Now, let's get you started. You're a bit behind after all."

"Well, as you said, I'm a quick study."

~~~~~~~

"Plotting against me, is he?" Umbridge mutters as she paces back and forth inside her very pink, kitten-decorated office. Draco frowns where he stands by the door, watching as he goes to her desk, rapping her nails against the hard wood. "Thinking he can make his students create a club, well, it's not going to work in his favor!"

Ahuh.

Draco knows about the D.A., everyone does actually, it's just no one talks about it. He isn't about to say a word to Umbridge about it, no matter how much he'd love to busy Harry Potter. He thinks it's a good idea, although he'd never voice that, and he also knows you've gotten twisted up in it thanks to that damned Weasley.

He's seen you hanging around blatantly with Harry and Hermione, the latter of which you're always frustrated with! He can only imagine that must be what is happening, and that it's only a matter of time before you all get caught.

So, he has to save you, of course.

He's not sure how, but there must be some way to get you out of that ridiculous club. Even if he does agree with it, he could never go along with it on principle, Harry is involved after all and his arch nemesis. So the only conclusion is that he's going to have to hunt all the other members down, get someone to confess, and advise that you were a spy on his side the entire time working for information, but he wanted to play his cards close to his chest lest your identity be found out.

Or is that... too unbelievable?

He'll have to think on it.

Meanwhile, he now has to deal with a paranoid Umbridge, and in some ways she reminds him of his father. The power hungry, paranoid, insecure way, anyhow --- power slips so easily these days, he finds it rather depressing she's become erratic so quickly.

"Perhaps we should start questioning some of the students known to be a part of the group," Pansy Parkinson offers, eager to get on Umbridge's side. Draco frowns as he glances at her, Crabbe and Goyle flanking either side of them. The Inquisitorial Squad is rather small, and mostly just Slytherins, and see if you'd just joined, you wouldn't be in this predicament!

You're always siding with the enemy.

"I know Cho Chang, that Gryffindor, is one." Pansy offers when Umbridge doesn't immediately bite. "And that friend of hers, her mother works at the ministry, we can put pressure on her."

Clever, Pansy. Draco almost appreciates her cunning.

Almost.

She's still not as brilliant are you are.

"Well, I must say that's not a bad idea." Umbridge pauses thoughtfully, brushing her fingers against her pink skirt suit with lace frills on the hem. "Do that, would you, dear? I want this 'club' dismantled immediately. And I want the instigator brought to me immediately."

"Yes, Professor." Pansy grins, pleased her suggestion is taken. "We will start right away."

She turns, heading quickly for the door but not before giving Draco a smug look that only makes him scowl.

She's a right thorn in his side.

"Draco," Umbridge sighs as she sits down at her desk, clasping her hands in front of her as she straightens. She really does look like a toad sitting there in her little pink hat, gazing at him with glassy, soulless eyes.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Do be a dear and put in a good word for me with your parents. I'm sure they're pleased I've made you part of the Inquisitorial Squad. It's only for the most trustworthy of students, you know," Umbridge adds, as if it's some great honor.

Draco inclines his blonde head slightly, but he has no intentions of bragging on her whatsoever. He needs to write his mother and check on her anyhow, considering their house guests.

He's just had to be more clever about sending letters out of Hogwarts so that Umbridge doesn't read them, and just in case he does write them in code.

"Now, let's move on to more pleasant business," Umbridge states, lightly straightening a picture of a mewing kitten on her desk. She preens for a moment before turning her gleaming eyes on the students gathered before her desk. "Who wants to lead the others when we storm their hideout, hmm? Who thinks they're most worthy?"

Draco visibly rolls his eyes as Pansy,Crabbe, and Goyle all immediately announce they would love too. She just asked that question as if she was asking who wants the next pin of ice cream.

How insulting.

Of course Draco is going to do it, he's a natural born leader after all. Crabbe and Goyle are followers, they're not smart enough to lead anything unless it's themselves to the Great Hall for dinner. Pansy is just manipulative but she'd rather be treated like a princess then do any hard work, she just wants the power and recognition.

So of course Draco is the natural leader, the natural choice.

"I'll do it," Draco sighs dramatically, as if it pains him to speak. Everyone frowns as they look at him, but Umbridge looks pleased that he volunteered.

"Wonderful," she replies, clasping her hands on her desk, smirking. "Let's find out where this silly army is and destroy everything."

Huh.

Draco really needs to get you out of there.

~~~~~~~~~

"Are you not worried about what your career is going to be?" You ask, distracted by the numerous pamphlets. You have no idea what you want to do with your future, you know your marks are fantastic, but...

"You're great at everything, you have nothing to worry about." Fred replies where he sits beside you, not at all looking bothered. You'd found him in the courtyard, by himself for once, which is odd considering George is always at his side. He's older, so he's already gone through the Career Advice, but it makes you nervous! You're meeting is with Snape, and you don't know what you want to do!

"But what about my career?" You sigh, holding four different pamphlets in hand. "I mean, Harry knows he wants to be an auror, that's what he said to McGonagall! What did you say to her?" You glance up at him anxiously. "What was your career choice?"

"Well, me and George said we was going to open up a joke shop, so that was going to be our 'career.'  McGonagall agreed."

"She agreed?" You snort, doubting that completely. That stern woman doesn't look like she would agree much with what the twins say, but you don't really know her. Snape is okay, but he makes you uncomfortable with his constant glaring and disdain; your father says he was always like that, even as a child. They all went to school together.

"She has a soft spot for us, I think." Fred chuckles, tugging one little booklet out of your nervous fingers. "You could be an auror too, you know. Or part of the ministry."

"The ministry is literally up in flames right now, they're not very stable." You dismiss that immediately.

"Healer?"

"Do I look nurturing?" You snort, waving that away; you don't like blood anyway.

"My older brother works at Gringotts as a curse-breaker," Fred suggests helpfully after a moment. "You could do something like that. Goblins aren't very chatty, so I'm not sure how great the water cooler talk is."

"Which one?" You look up in surprise; you didn't know anyone in his family worked there.

"Bill, he's my oldest brother."

Oh nice.

"Well, my other brother, Charlie, he works with dragons." Fred sounds like he's reluctantly impressed. "Rounding them up and taking care of them and all that."

"I don't know if I could handle a dragon," they're much too big and nothing at all like cats! You run your fingers through your hair, tucking away the loose strands. "It must be nice to have so many siblings."

"My mum had seven of us, can you imagine? I don't think she remembers all of our names," he jokes, nudging you. "Must be pretty peaceful being an only child."

"I suppose. My parents raised me around all the other wizarding families, so it wasn't too lonely." you shrug your shoulders.

It's almost easy for Fred to forget you were raised around the pure bloods, around Draco, for most of your life.

"What about a writer? You love reading books."

"A writer?" you frown. "I feel like all the subjects have probably already been covered, though. I wouldn't have anything new to put out there."

"Make a new one, write some fiction." Fred takes your hand, squeezing. "You're talented. You're brilliant, you know, and pretty," you flush, "you know your business. You can choose whatever career you want."

He thinks you're pretty?

Everyone always tells you how smart you are, but you know that. You keep your grades exemplary, and you'd be at the top if it wasn't for Hermione --- you don't know how she always does better than you!

You know your face is hot, your cheeks are burning, but Fred looks pleased with himself. Maybe he should compliment you more often!

"You think much too highly of me," you dismiss, embarrassed.  

"No, I don't think so," Fred grins, and he leans forward to kiss your hair. "And don't worry, you'll find something that's good for you. Don't let Snape bully you."

"Snape is fine," he's never been mean to you or anything, and you like the sass he gives Umbridge, him and McGonagall both. He might be the head of your house, but you're pretty sure you're just another student to him; you hope your parents weren't mean to him, not like you've heard Harry's might have been.

They're infamous, after all.

It makes you feel bad for Snape at times, really.

"I gotta go," Fred sighs as he stands, rolling his shoulders. He doesn't want too, he was enjoying some time with just you, but --- well, Harry needs him and George, and the brothers are going to thoroughly enjoy pranking Umbridge. They need to, of course, discuss and iron out the details of the plan, but that won't take long; Hermione is a genius, although she's totally against it. "But I'll see you for dinner, yeah?"

"Of course." You get to your feet, tossing your pamphlets onto your books; you'll worry about them later when your meeting is closer, at least it gets you out of Umbridge's class for a while. "Don't do anything diabolical."

"Me and George? Nah." Fred chuckles, and you roll your eyes. "Everyone seems to think we're deviants."

"Probably because you hang around Peeves so much," you mention the ghost who's always doing something, and with who the brothers seem to really like. "You're a bad influence on him."

"Ya wound me, truly." Fred shakes his head, ginger hair brushing his eyes. He doesn't think about it as he leans down, giving you a swift kiss he knows will probably get you both in trouble should Umbridge ever see, but he can't help himself; he really likes you, you're one of his favorite people, and man you rival Hermione when it comes to spells.

He's seen the expert way you move your wand, how so easily you catch on to the rather advanced spells Hermione wants to use sometimes. Even she begrudgingly has to admit you're on the same level, you're brilliant; Fred doesn't think he's ever been so smitten with anyone before, at least not so wholeheartedly.

You can't do anything wrong in his eyes, but he knows you have a weakness for Draco.

He's not blind.

He knows Draco is in love with you, that's clear to anyone with eyes who's in the same room as the two of you; the Slytherin moons after you. You don't seem to notice, you've never looked at Draco like you're interested back, which is the only reason Fred doesn't worry. He trusts you, he figures it's just because the two of you grew up together and your families are so close.

At least yours isn't a Death Eater, your father is a renowned inventor who works closely with the Ministry, but isn't necessarily one of them.

You watch as Fred leaves, frowning after him. Why do you have the feeling he's up to something?

~~~~~~

The Weasleys are up to something, Draco just knows it. He eyeballs the twins across the Great Hall where they sit at their table across from Harry and his followers, their heads all bent together as they talk.

What are they planning?

What are they up too? Are they talking about their secret hiding place? Are they talking about their next move?

He's dying to know.

His eyes flick to you where you sit down the table from him, your chin propped on your hand as you read a book. You've not really eaten much tonight, are you not feeling well? You seem fairly focused on whatever it is you're reading, and he noticed you're using a career pamphlet as a bookmark. Have you been studying those?

Draco doesn't know what career he wants either, but he's wealthy, he doesn't really need one. His money is old and plentiful, so he's not worried about his future. You shouldn't either, you're in the same category as him, so why are you frowning so hard?

What's bothering you?

"What do you think they're talking about?" Pansy asks softly, sitting to Draco's right. She's leaning forward a little over the table, dark hair framing her face. Her gossiping friends are sitting around her, as well as a few other members of the Inquisitorial Squad; Draco and Pansy are both prefects as well, so unfortunately they're spending a lot of time together.

Draco can only tolerate her in increments, and before he used to think they were at least decent friends.

Funny how times change.

"Maybe what they're doing for the summer?" someone down the table shrugs, earning a roll of eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous," Pansy scoffs, her eyes focusing. "I know they're up to something, look at them conspiring. We're going to bust them, I know it."

Draco doesn't say anything, just keeps eating his dinner, listening. Pansy is intent she's going to get in good with Umbridge, gain some status, and he's going to use her ambition for his own. She'll no doubt find out the location of their meetings and how to crash them, and as soon as she finds out, he's going to make sure you're not there --- no one can ruin your name, and he just can't let Umbridge get ahold of you.

He slowly sips his drink.

He doesn't know why he still wants to protect you after you constantly reject him, make him feel terrible, and just overall say he's a horrible person. He's still sore over your last argument, which he feels was completely unnecessary since he was in the right. He was keeping you from detention, a little gratitude goes a long way!

His eyes flick down the table to where you're sitting, ignoring the world. You're absently twisting the end of your braid between your fingers, which lets him know you're pretty deep in thought. What are you thinking about? How involved with the D.A. are you really?

He doesn't want you in trouble.

He gets the reason behind it, Umbridge doesn't teach anything at all during class, but that's beside the point.

"Oh, will you stop staring at (Y/N) like a love sick puppy!?"

What?

Draco turns in surprise, staring at Pansy as she scowls at him.

"What?"

"Stop staring at her! She obviously likes Gryffindors, she's dating one of those mudblood lovers, isn't she? One of those twins? I saw them yesterday in the courtyard snogging." Pansy rolls her eyes, moving her hair out of her eyes. "If Umbridge saw they'd have days of detention."

Draco's face sours.

He didn't need to know that.

He prefers not to think of it.

"You know, I bet she would know about the whereabouts, or whatever they're planning," Pansy continues, as if a light bulb has gone off atop her head. Her eyes widen, and it's quite an unsettling smile on her face. "They probably trust her, don't you think?"

"Trust a Slytherin? They wouldn't dare," Millicent Bulstrode says, sitting across from Pansy, black hair loose around her face. Draco has never liked the half-blood witch, she's rather violent, and there's no class about her in his eyes. "They'd be fools."

"Gryffindors are fools, Millicent. They're brave but they're stupid."

Well, how rude, yet Draco agrees.

"I don't think (Y/N) is going to have much information," Draco says after a moment, shrugging his shoulders. "Being a Slytherin, they're not going to tell her anything."

"Or that's what they want us to think, and she does know something!" Pansy retorts, peeved. "You always defend her."

"She's one of us."

"She doesn't act like it."

Draco huffs, straightening slightly as he turns his silver gaze on her in a withering stare. She doesn't immediately cower, but after a moment she looks away, frowning. He doesn't want to argue with her, he's not in the mood; he has too much to think about.

"Houses are supposed to stick together, especially the pure bloods," he says after a moment, his eyes flicking across the table where his... his "friends" sit. "We're of very few pure bloodlines these days, and those of us of status need to be reminded of who our allies are."

"Shouldn't that be a speech she hears?" Pansy snaps, insulted.

"I think it's a speech we all should hear," he retorts, annoyed. "There's only twenty-six families left of pure blood, and we're the future of them. We can't alienate other members simply because we don't like them."

"You're just saying that because you like her so much," Millicent says after a moment, almost in a challenging tone; she feels braver with Pansy across from her. "You want her to be the one that continues your stupid family name."

Draco rolls his eyes. "Well at least I know she would be worthy of it, she's brilliant. Unlike some of us here."

Draco sips his drink.

Not to insult anyone's intelligence, but some are not doing so well in their classes.

At least no one else dares to challenge his words.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, (Y/N)."

"No."

Draco frowns, miffed. "Excuse me?"

"I don't want to talk to you," you say over your shoulder, not breaking your pace as you leave your last class of the day. Draco is right behind you, he obviously wants a conversation and the last one you had was a fight.

"Well, I need to talk to you," he replies, easily catching pace with his long legs. You cut your eyes at him, frowning; his blonde hair looks messy, like he's been running his fingers through it, and he has a determined glint in his eyes that lets you know you're not going to have a choice but talk to him.

"What about?" You frown, holding your books to your chest a little tighter, gait slowing as you reach the stairs. Everyone is filing past you, and honestly you don't even like being seen with Draco under the circumstances; anyone who would side with Umbridge doesn't currently have good status, plus they're jerks.

"Come with me," he glances around, not liking the crowd or for anyone to overhear. What he has to say is important, and would probably get him on Umbridge's bad side, not that it would matter, she still couldn't bother him. His family is too important.

"Where?" you sound wary, you don't want to go anywhere with him. You find it incredibly suspicious.

"(Y/N)." He's quite serious, and you sigh, giving in.

"Fine, lead the way." You huff, your eyes flicking around; Fred wanted to meet you later, you hope this doesn't make you late.

You follow Draco reluctantly, the two of you heading in the opposite direction of the dorms. You frown as he steps down a very deserted hallway, the paintings all turning to look down at you curiously from their frames. You ignore them, but they're all such gossips you're glad when he keeps walking.

"Where are we going?" You ask, frowning. "The middle of nowhere?"

"I don't want anyone overhearing is all, too many ears," he gestures lightly, and you know he's talking about the paintings. You raise your brows, finally coming to a section where it's all statues and suits of armor, no prying eyes.

He's not going to try and kiss you, is he?

"Draco, what is it?" You ask in exasperation, annoyed. "I have something to do, and you're going to make me late."

"You know, I'm trying to be nice and help you out," he's annoyed you're being so rude. "Out of the kindness of my heart."

"You can't have a heart and work for Umbridge." you retort, irked. "She's a monster."

"Most people in the world are." he turns, cutting his eyes in either direction before turning his serious gaze back on you. "But she's why I'm here, and it's for your own good, so it would do you well to listen."

"What do you mean?" You shift your books against your black robe, frowning.

"Umbridge knows just about all the members part of the D.A., and she's going to get them all." Draco almost feels like a traitor for spilling the beans, and he knows it's also hurting his chances of putting Harry Potter in the fire, but... well, your well-being is more important. "First one of them spills the beans, and she'll come crashing down on all their heads, the Weasleys included."

You tense, staring up at him. "Why are you telling me this?"

Your heart beats a little faster with worry, your mind flicking to the Room of Requirement --- oh no. Has someone told? Did someone snitch on the group? Technically you're just learning spells and how to defend yourself, that shouldn't be a punishable crime! It's not fair at all!

"Because you're always with them now, and if Umbridge thinks you know anything about their group ---."

"I'm a Slytherin, Draco, she won't do anything." You dismiss; you're not worried about yourself, but everyone else? They're going to be in danger and she won't take it easy on them! You should warn them, shouldn't you? Oh but if you say something they'll ask who from, and if you say Draco ---.

"You don't know that." Draco doesn't know if the House will matter since you align yourself with the Gryffindors. "if you're caught with them ---."

"Draco, don't be ridiculous. They're not even doing anything to get caught at," you reply, trying to play it off. "This is not ---."

"You know you're a terrible liar, don't you?" Draco can read you easily, you always avert your eyes when you lie. It could also be due to the fact he knows you so well, he's grown up with you, spent years with you, kissed you ---. "I know you too well."

"You don't know me at all," you scowl at him, shifting your books nervously.

"I know you well, you know that. We've spent too much time together ---."

"Not that much time ---."

"We just spent the entire summer together!"

"Not the entire summer," you disagree, knowing you're being difficult. You appreciate him warning you, it must mean that he cares something about you, right? He must understand that you're immediately going to tell the others, warn them that she's onto them, which you suppose they already know.

But she must be getting close if he's concerned.

"(Y/N)," Draco sounds frustrated. "I'm trying to help."

"I know, I know, thank you," you say, rather sincerely. It's out of character for him to be so nice but you are thankful he's at least making the gesture despite his jerkish nature this year. You need to go tell the others now though, before it's too late! You need to find Fred!

He said he wanted to meet you today, so it's the perfect time to tell him!

~~~~~~

"You're --- what?" You gasp, taken back. You stare at Fred where the two of you stand on the staircase, startled. You'd been so excited to see him, you'd planned on telling him about Draco visiting you, and he just hits you with this!

"We're creating a distraction for Harry, George and me." Fred says, as if it's the most natural thing to do in the world. "And then we're leaving."

"But --- but where are you going?" You demand, flabbergasted. Leaving? He can't leave! You know he's seventeen, he's technically of age to do whatever he wants, but he's --- he can't leave! Umbridge is vile and still around, and he's just going to leave you here, without him, with her?

"Me and George are going to open our joke shop, in Diagon Alley. We've already got a place picked out and everything, we don't need to be here," he gestures vaguely in the air, his voice excited. "We're going to make plenty of galleons with our merchandise."

"Your pranks and your jokes, all those toys."

"Yes." Fred says proudly. "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!"

He moves his arm in an arc as if displaying the name in the air. He looks so pleased with himself, and you want to be happy for him, but --- you're disappointed. You don't want him to go, won't that end your relationship?

"I'm happy for you, I know that's what you've always wanted," you say, although you're afraid your voice doesn't sound sincere. "I mean, you and George are wonderful pranksters."

"Yeah," he shifts slightly, soft eyes looking down at you. "We're not staying here another night."

"Okay." You don't really know what to say, that's --- he's just leaving.

"(Y/N)," Fred suddenly grasps your hands, and you find his very warm as they encompass yours. "You can come with me, you know. We can go together."

"You want me to go with you?" You say, incredulous. He can't really expect you'll go, can he? You can't just skip out on school, plus you're not even seventeen! Your parents would hunt you down and drag you back screaming, especially if they thought you were abandoning your education for a boy!

"Yes." His grip tightens, and for the first time he seems serious, his eyes finding yours. "Come with me, (Y/N). We'd have so much fun, and you can't want to stay in this place."

"Well, No, I --- I don't want to stay here, but I can't just leave." You hesitate, and after a moment you take your hands from his. "You don't even have that long left, Fred! You shouldn't leave so close to being able to graduate ---."

"Ah, school was never for me and George. This could be a new adventure for us! We'd have a blast! Our future isn't here in this old castle."

"But you're so close to graduation, Fred!" And he's giving all of that up for Harry? To do what exactly? You can't believe he's just giving up his education! What about his future? What about if his joke shop doesn't work out? It's not practical!

"(Y/N)," Fred looks disappointed; he didn't really expect you to go with him, but he thought you might be a little more supportive. "School just isn't the place for us, you know that. We're leaving tonight, I just wanted to let you know."

You sigh, brushing your hair out of your face. You suppose that means the two of you are breaking up then, considering you can't have a relationship with someone you never see, or will get to have contact with under these circumstances.

Your first breakup, great.

"I'll just... miss you." You admit, your cheeks warming with the confession. You don't want to see him go, he's been someone you can rely on and talk to, he makes you laugh, he even slightly brought you into his group of friends --- you love the D.A., you love learning the magic, the pairing up, Hermione is actually as brilliant as she seems. You know you're not friends with any of them, they were slightly distrustful in the beginning, but it's a nice start. "It won't be the same here without you."

"Ah, I could always leave George," Fred chuckles, relaxing slightly. He cups your shoulders, grinning down at you. "And you can always come see me on holidays and breaks. We already have plans for our shops, it'll be great. You'll get the friends and family discount."

"Well, how very generous of you." You force a smile up at him, but it's not as sincere as you want it to be. "Just be careful, okay? Umbridge is awful."

"We know how to handle her," Fred isn't worried. "We have this under control. Will you come see me over summer?"

"Of course I will. I'll make a special trip to Diagon Alley," you assure him, reaching up to squeeze his hand. "You'll have to pick out some of your inventions for me, some that I'd like."

"I'll have a whole basket." he says, nodding. His eyes flick down the hallway, he knows he's running out of time, but every moment with you is precious to him. He's going to miss you too; he appreciates your practicality, your cynicism, but also your kindness and other than Umbridge, you never say much bad about anyone. You shouldn't be a Slytherin, that's not your House, not where your loyalty lies.

You're too smart, too brave, like Hermione. You have such a bright future, you can do anything you want, like he told you before. He hates he has to leave, he wants to keep dating you, but he can't stay at Hogwarts anymore, it isn't for him; his future awaits.

Maybe one day you'll be in his future again.

"I have to go," he says, and before you can respond he's leaning down, giving you a swift, firm kiss that you somehow know will be the last one you ever get. You treasure those few moments before he lets go, before he's telling you goodbye and walking down the hallway.

Why do you have such a bad feeling about this?

Why do you feel like you'll never see him again?

~~~~~~~~~~

Draco is peeved.

He told you to stay away from Potter and all of his like, and now look at you! You're sitting in Umbridge's office, in trouble for something you've not even done! You look annoyed as well, sitting on the edge of the uncomfortable chair in front of the toad-like woman's desk.

The Weasleys made a serious mess of things the other day, fireworks and wild broom rides through the castle, how distasteful! They made quite a show before they left school grounds, Draco's father would disown him for behaving in such a way! But the Weasleys have so many children, disowning two of them would probably free up some space in that closet they live in.

"Well, Ms. (Y/L/N), I do hate we have to meet under such unfortunate circumstances." Umbridge sighs lightly from across her desk, your eyes narrowing; you're not intimidated by her, you're not going to cower either, and if she tries any sort of punishment, you'll have her head! You refuse to play her games. "I understand you were dating one of the twins who caused such a ruckus on school grounds the other day, interrupting classes and causing such a fuss."

"We're not dating anymore," you say after a moment, smoothing out the wrinkles in your black robes, the green Slytherin symbol bright on your chest. Draco's eyes flick to you where he stands at the back of the room, Pansy smirking at his side; she's the one who mentioned to Umbridge you should be spoken with, considering your disgraceful alliance with Potter. Crabbe and Goyle are hulking on the other side of the door, making sure the meeting isn't disturbed.

You really don't like her office. You don't understand the need for everything to be pink, from the carpet she's thrown down on the cold stone floor to the flowery curtains on the windows. There's little plates with playful kittens decorating the walls, all of them staring at you, it feels like, as judgemental as she is. The fire is crackling in the fireplace, and you know it's the only one the Ministry isn't heavily watching, the rest of the school is definitely under watch.

You decide you hate this room.

"Oh? Well, that's probably for the best. He doesn't seem like he was a good influence for you, Ms. (Y/L/N)." Umbridge curls her thick fingers together, leveling her gaze at you, but you don't squirm, you just stare back. "He seemed quite the troublemaker, a prankster. We don't take well to his kind at this school."

Ahuh.

"Why am I here?" You ask bluntly, not in the mood. You're mad at Fred for different reasons right now and you don't have time for Umbridge. You're upset he left, that the two of you broke up, that he's giving up his education for some wild dive in entrepreneurship that might not even be successful! What if it's a wasted venture!? He needs to think more about his future!  

"It has been brought to my attention that Fred Weasley was involved in an unapproved organization, having meetings and performing magic that I did not sanction," Umbridge says, shifting slightly in her chair. "Would you know anything about this, dear?"

"No." Nope, nothing at all, not you. You have no idea what she's talking about. "Fred wouldn't get involved in something like that."

"Oh, but I believe he did," Umbridge gives you a sickly sweet smile. "I just want to see if you might have heard something, or he might have said something to you, that could be useful to us. After all, you're a Slytherin."

What does your House have to do with anything?

"Your fellow Slytherins are part of my Inquisitorial Squad, very trusted students. I hold them to the very highest of standards, and all of them I know are doing very well," Umbridge glances behind you. "I would love to add you to the Squad, of course, considering your cooperation."

Draco almost cringes; Umbridge is not doing well with you, he can tell by the stiff set of your shoulders. You don't like her, she could be offering you a job at the ministry right now and you'd still tell her to go jump off a broom.  You're already shaking your head.

"I have no interest in your squad of bullies." You reply almost waspishly, Umbridge's brows rising. "I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, what group of students would be doing magic. You've already banned study sessions, so it's not like a large amount of us could get together without notice. If such a thing was happening, I'm sure with your connections and the rapport you've built with the students at Hogwarts, no one would have any issue coming to tell you if they saw someone breaking the rules."

Well, you only insulted her openly once with the bully comment, but you certainly sugar-coated the rest of them. Draco is actually impressed, so you do have a mean bone in your body, and it's not just directed at him! Finally someone else can get a lashing.

"Well," Umbridge's smile grows, but that's not a good sign. "I can see you're certainly your mothers daughter."

Oh? What's that supposed to mean?

You frown at her, straightening. You're tempted to stand up and walk out, she's not going to get anything out of you, not without a truth potion. She wouldn't dare go that far, but you won't put anything past her either. At least the school year is close to over and you can get out of this place. It's been nothing but awful this year.

"Well, Miss (Y/L/N), where were you the other day, when the Weasleys were planning their big plan? Do you have anyone who can vouch for your whereabouts?"

What?

You blink at her a moment, taken back. Is she trying to involve you in their scheme? Does she want to punish you for something they did, especially when you haven't ---?

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just curious. We do want to make sure that if anyone knew about the Weasleys plan, and did not report it, they are given the appropriate punishment."

Well.

Uh.

Hmm.

You were with Fred before he made such a commotion, and you did know about the plan. You don't have anyone who can vouch for where you were, and even if you did not a lot would, you're not friends with them, or Umbridge would bully them into saying otherwise. So you don't have an excuse, or anyway to defend yourself.

Umbridge look pleased when you don't respond, and she starts to speak, to explain exactly how much you're going to be in trouble for their crime; she doesn't like you, she knows your parents due to your fathers constant visits to the Ministry and your mothers high social status, and you've certainly your mothers snotty attitude and none of your fathers genius. However, when you have money, brilliance and etiquette doesn't seem to matter, as in your case. You're rude, insolent, and you look at her as if you're going to run through her!

Not polite at all.

"She was with me." Draco blurts suddenly, stepping forward from the back of the room. You swivel to look at him over your shoulder in surprise, Umbridge even blinking. He stops beside your chair, where you're both facing the toadlike witch, and it's not just you by yourself. "I can vouch for her, Professor."

"You can?" Umbridge frowns, leaning back in her chair. That's not what she wants to hear.

"Yes. (Y/N) and I were together before the incident." Draco says confidently, a smirk appearing on his lips. You tense as you look up at him, wondering what awful words are about to come out his mouth. "She and the Weasley have been not been together for a few days, actually."

"Oh?" Umbridge almost frowns. "So you're saying she was with you before and during the incident?"

"Well, before certainly, during we were all in class." Draco says innocently, his hand coming to rest on the back of the chair beside you. "We were talking, in the hallways. I'm sure some of the paintings can substantiate that, they saw us."

"And the two of you were... talking?" Umbridge gestures back and forth, raising her brows. You feel sick, you really do, you can't believe this. Draco is insinuating that you just, that you just went from Fred right to him!? Like Fred didnt matter whatsoever to you? That would never be the case!

You would never choose Draco!

"Of course. We were discussing our studies, the careers we want to choose." Draco shrugs nonchalantly. "She wouldn't have been discussing anything with the Weasley, she's not had anything to do with him. She's moved on."

You're going to punch him. You don't say a word, your fingers curling tightly in your lap until your knuckles turn white. You're so, so angry at him, how could he say something like that! You were still dating Fred, actually, and you were loyal to him!

Well, no, actually, you...

No, you're not going to think about those moments with Draco, those few kisses that don't mean anything or matter in the long run. He doesn't care about you, he's never made you laugh or smile like Fred, all he cares about is his money and docking points off muggle born witches in other Houses!

You just don't want him to make it sound like Fred wasn't important, like he could just be discarded so easily. That's certainly not the case!

"Well, I'm certainly not going to question that choosing someone of her own House isn't much better," Umbridge states, liking your discomfort. "Houses should stay together, after all, as it's always been. Well, Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Malfoy states that you had nothing to do with the Weasley conundrum, is that correct?"

"Yes." You say between your teeth, your jaw wanting to clench. You know you should be happy that Draco is giving an excuse that covers you, but still!

You're just ---.

"Very well then, all of you are dismissed." Umbridge says, shaking her head. "Please report to me if you gain any knowledge on this unfortunate event."

There's a chorus of "yes, Professor," before everyone is shuffling, heading for the door. You rise slowly, sending Draco a furious look as you pass him, one that makes his stomach drop. He's tried all year to keep you out of Umbridge's clutches, he's lied many times, sweet-talked, belittled even in Pansy's case, to ensure you have a safe year, and yet you're still mad at him! Sure, his methods may not have been exactly ethical, but that shouldn't matter!

Why are you always so mad at him?

What a disaster of a year.

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