#also when I say hufflepuff is my actual house I mean I took the test until I got that bc I wanted to be in hufflepuff

[morganalatina21]

Manipulating Death: Chapter Eleven

(Or maybe... Season two, chapter one??)

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, but I wanted to get it done even though I'm so mf sleepy rn so just... enjoy!

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

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Everyday, Y/n would wake up in Regulus' bed, sometimes with him already awake and just waiting for her still laying down, others he'd already be down in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

The people living there were usually very suspicious of his cooking, so Lupin would lie and say he watched him prepare it and assure them there are no poison on the plates.

"I'm saving my poison for Mundungus Fletcher." He said once, the man who attempted to steal the locket he died trying to obtain would be very deserving of poisoning.

The kids didn't went back to Hogwarts, Remus writing an obnoxiously long letter about how they were so mentally unstable due to Sirius' death and Voldemort's return being official, it would be better no to risk it.

So weekly they'd receive a package full of quick questions and a more detailed test about each subject.

Hermione was far from content, missing sitting in class and holding her hand up high to answer a question and be received by a gentle smile and a small number of points to her house.

But they couldn't risk going back and accidentally spill something that could compromise them, plus Harry and Ron wouldn't be the best actors for faking grief.

All that summed up to the fact Y/n was still recovering from her almost two weeks visit to the dead world.

Different from the Black brothers, no one pulled her back, she had to force her soul into her body, making a hole in the layer with her size. Fortunately, the Death Eater was way further into the other side of life, so no one else could reach that portal.

Also, she hadn't spat out her possessor yet.

The Potter would usually feel it tingle inside her, making her blood pressure and heartbeats slow down, and she'd almost pass out.

On days like this, they'd take turns on feeding her aching body. Sometimes it'd only accept if it was Harry putting the spoon into her mouth, other days only one of the Black brothers would success.

Because of that, there was one more person far from happy with this arrangement: Molly Weasley.

She wasn't a big fan of letting her son in a house with three undead wizards, but Ron would talk to her through the fireplace everyday.

So they'd live like this for a couple months.

Once all of them got in a fifteen minute tangent about which house she'd get sorted into if she was at Hogwarts.

"Of course she'd be a Ravenclaw!" Hermione argued, with one of Y/n's journal about the possessors on hand. "This is bloody brilliant! She's so smart."

"If that was the case, you would be a Raven too!" Harry countered, sitting across from her, with his sister right behind him. "She's a Gryffindor, that's so obvious!"

"I agree with Harry." Sirius intervened. "She jumped into that veil with no hesitation and faced three Death Eaters alone. She's one of us for sure."

"I don't think so, Pads." Remus said calmly. "Of course, she's brave and there's no doubt, but she did all of that because she knew what would happen, I'm confident she'd be in Ravenclaw."

"Actually I think Hufflepuff would be a great house for her." Ron came into the discussion. "I mean, she did all of that to be loyal to her family and Regulus, she's willing to help what others thought was beyond help."

"But her motivations are selfish, it's her parents. Not to mention the ambition! Winning over death? She's a Slytherin." Regulus barged in, sitting close to Y/n this entire time.

The single thought that the Potter would be in the snake house gained boos and disagreeing shouts the exact instant.

"Just because you put their colors on her doesn't make her a snake, little brother. She's one of the lions!"

"Absolutely not! She's a Ravenclaw!"

Y/n just watched all of that, laying in the bed and sometimes murmuring this to her brother, that would explode in a laugh immediately.

She didn't really cared about their discussion; she knew which house she belonged to —and more than that, which she wanted to belong.

The girl wasn't kidding when she said Regulus was like a keychange that came with her and they were a package deal.

Whenever they engaged in conversations with her, Regulus would be close enough to seem like a shadow. The man was so protective over Y/n too, always coming behind her and ask for a break so she could rest.

And taking that into consideration, of course the possessor would come out the only time he wasn't around.

They talked about how to destroy the locket for weeks and even though he'd be the one to know the most about it, he refused every attempt the others had to go out —always saying it'd be an unworthy risk and he would not leave her side.

But Y/n had to convince him.

"Are you sure?" He asked for the millionth time, stopping for ten minutes every time he got a little bit dressed. "What if something happens?"

"Reggie..." She called, holding his face and he had flashbacks to the night she died, opting to hold her arm tight just in case something happened. "Nothing went wrong all this time, do you really think the only time you'd leave my side something would magically come along and murder me?"

"That's literally what we just been through!"

"I know." Y/n rolled her eyes. "But I was alone then. Here I have one of the smarts witches ever and... those two too." The man laughed lightly at that, still not letting go of her arm. "Nothing's gonna happen."

After some minutes of hesitation, Regulus finally nodded.

"Oh Merlin he's gonna be furious." She sighed about an hour later, turning around on the bed, drenched in cold sweat while being surrounded by the other teenagers.

A bucket sat right by her side while Hermione was looking around through her calligraphy on potion jars, Ron kept a cold towel against her forehead and Harry tried to reason with the other possessor on the room to help his sister.

"Please you need to get better!" Ron begged, moving the towel around her face. "I really don't wanna know what the Cruciatus feel like."

"Well..." Y/n coughed. "He has been wanting to hex you two for quite some time now."

Ron's face turned into a crying frown which just made her laugh even worse.

"Didn't you had two possessors?" Hermione asked when she noticed Harry was heavily talking to a single creature.

"I assumed mine would be really big and hard to control so Regulus' went to look for the ones that escaped and the men of the house for some help." The Potter muttered, immediately turning around and lying some dark goo that was far from being a possessor, but was a big start.

"Oh God, oh Merlin." Harry groaned, concern writing all over his face.

"Relax." His sister asked, fingers gripping to the mattress. "I'm gonna be fine. I always do."

Y/n coughed harshly almost throwing up her entire throat, eyes watering and face feeling numb. The possessor was moving inside her, claws piercing deep into her organs to hold itself.

"Does miss Potter need help?" Kreacher voice came from the door, sounding genuinely worried.

She so her head no as some of its paws stared showing from her open mouth, making Ron whine and steal the bucket to throw up himself.

And she was right, the possessor took an age to come out, and when it did, it was huge, twice the bed size and sharp glowing red eyes shined all over his face.

"I-its massive." Hermione whimpered, hands shaking as she unscrew a potion bottle to feed Y/n, but the creature growled, taking a step forward, making it clear his intentions to go back to her body. "No. NO!"

The girl jumped, standing up and holding her wand in the most threatening way possible, Ron and Harry doing the same.

"If you wanna take someone, take me!" The Potter boy shouted, making himself look bigger and cover his sister unconscious body fully.

The possessor screeched and advanced towards him, Harry closed his eyes to accept the fate if it meant his twin would be safe.

But before the cold paws of death could reach him, the others possessors came into the room, all forming a barrer in front of them, guarding the teenagers.

"Is there a way to take him to the basement?" Kreacher asked, standing on the bed.

"I don't know, are they repelled by something?"

"It doesn't say anything on her notes."

"Oh God we're gonna die here and I couldn't make mom a rich woman yet!"

Y/n's possessor starting making himself look larger and more intimidating, preparing to attack, when the three wizards came bursting through the door.

Regulus didn't like like himself, neither the one from the last days, or the one that first met. No, he was a different man, rage and darkness filled his eyes as he forced the possessor the withdraw and took him to the basement, Kreacher sealing the door.

Grotesque screams escaped the possessor in a way they never heard before, and it gave the teenagers a chill.

"Hide before he comes back! Now! Go go go go!" Sirius instructed, the kids rushing outside her room to lock themselves in the shared one.

Sirius was with him when the possessor found them and Regulus immediately knew something was wrong. It didn't even mattered, he didn't tried to understand the creature, already rushing to apparate with bloodthirsty look on his eyes.

The younger Black appeared on the door and Sirius pushed a smile to his face, which was badly received.

"Leave." Was all he said.

When Y/n woke up a couple of minutes later she was greeted by a very frowny Regulus during right in front of her.

"Geez, who bit you?"

He didn't answered, standing there in silence, barely blinking. To say he was mad was an understatement, man was fucking fuming.

"Listen, I-"

"What did I said would happen?"

"Reggie-"

"And what happened?" He interrupted once again.

"I'm not dead, I-"

"You could've been." He spat out. "Those kids don't know shit about all of this, they're not help! I told you! But no, you couldn't stop being a reckless and dumb bitch for once!"

His cheek hurt, and neck snapped to the side. She hasn't slapped him, she punched him.

Gathered all her forces to do just that, doesn't matter how badly her fist would hurt later.

"This dumb bitch knew exactly what she was doing." She bit back. "The possessor wouldn't come out until I wasn't around people who should be dead, it was eating me from the inside." His eyes went wide as he voice became louder as she spoke. "Don't fucking turn it on me when I'm already exhausted! Now get the fuck out cause I don't wanna have to get up and kick your ass."

He blinked, hating all of this and wanting to reach out to hug her and give her the comfort she needed after everything she'd been through.

But Y/n wouldn't back down. "Now, Regulus."

The girl ordered and turned around, back facing him as she prepared to take some sleep.

Slowly, he got up and walked baby steps to the door, wishing she'd change her mind and just ask him to lay down together.

But she didn't, and he left.

God, he felt horrible, it had been months since they fought so bad they wouldn't sleep together. And of course, just like last time, he turned on her his frustrations.

You really didn't get anything from that, did you? Bloody idiot!

Three hours and a half passed with the house silent like a tomb when Regulus broke it, knocking on her door.

After some quiet moments thinking she wouldn't answer, Kreacher opens the door from the inside and the Black finally sees her again. Lying on the mattress looking so tired and weak, and she wouldn't stare at him.

"I made your favorite." He stated, approaching the bed, plate on his hand. "You need to eat, I hope you like it."

Regulus thought so much of what to do, but he was never one to apologize. Holding her to sleep wouldn't work this time. So maybe some acts of service would do, showing her he did care so much for her.

"Do you want me to feed it to you?"

"You hate doing that." She answered.

"Do you want me to?"

Y/n looked up for the first time and saw sorry in his eyes. She sighed and sat up, leaving space for him to sit in front of her, which he did.

Despite the offer, she chose to eat it by herself.

"Shit's really good." She murmured, putting a small smile on his face and the girl mirrored him.

At that time, they both wanted the exact same thing: for Regulus to lean in and seal their lips together after apologizing lowly.

But their kissing didn't really followed a pattern. Sometimes it would be before or after breakfast, other times he'd secretly pull her and land a peck in her lips with the thrill of others possibly catching them.

It wasn't everyday too, she never knew when they'd find their way to her lips.

She was fine with him doing things his way, but sometimes a small impulse of wanting something more would bloom.

And he wanted to kiss her more, just not having the courage to do so, even though he did that before, doubts ran on his mind.

What if she doesn't want to? What if I misread the situation? What if..?

So despite both wanting that, they didn't kiss.

And they'd continue to not do things they wanted to for a very long time.

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[parkersharthook]

What I Would Wear To The Yule Ball Depending On Each House I Am In + Who Would Match This Aesthetic As My Date

HUFFLEPUFF (my actual house) + Cedric Diggory/Neville Longbottom (my actual love)

GRYFFINDOR + George Weasley (my actual love)/Fred Weasley/Oliver Wood/Jordan Lee

SLYTHERIN + Blaise Zabini/Ginny Weasley/Theodore Nott

GRAVENCLAW + Luna Lovegood/Cho Chang/Dean Thomas

#ignore this shit post I just wanted to post pretty dresses #all these dresses are from teuta matoshi #teuta matoshi #my literal dream designer #all my hogwarts loves #harry potter #george weasley is my true love #neville longbottom is my true love #also when I say hufflepuff is my actual house I mean I took the test until I got that bc I wanted to be in hufflepuff

[cosmiclatte28]

Friendship, Love, Courage

MY FIRST EVER COLLAB!! HOSTED BY THE WONDERFUL @danishmiilk

Characters: Renjun x reader, NoMin!

Fluff romance

Warning : mentions of “stealing”, quite a broken trust but its ending nicely

TW : Stress (?)

HERE WE GO!! I worked so hard on this (even had 2 other friends checked on this and they approved this thanks to both of you #they’re_not_in_tumblr

word count : 12 pages idk how much but come on finish it for me 🥺🥺🥺 thanks

tagging @yutahoes @neopalette @full-hd-sun @swagmonsterofficial @nini-eexxo @hen-marks99 At this point I'm just tagging my moots coz this was my first attempt of collab and i deadass worked so hard on this... it better be read by someone even if they don't like it but they read it 🤭💖 @superm-net @multifandomnet @trashlord-007 @ahsshilee-me @charmingyong

You smile shyly when the cute prefect in blue robe tosses a small smile to you when you pass by him on the moving stairs. He continues his tour of guiding the new wizards and witches into the magical castle, telling them stories, showing them the common room, and helping them adjust to the new living area.

You gasp when you feel a slap on your shoulder, quickly you turn your head to face the now annoyed friend standing beside you.

“Really (y/n)? You’re once again frozen in place when that honey boy you adore walks by.” Jaemin, in his green robe, slicks his blonde hair away while throwing some flirty smile to the younger girls passing by the two of you. They chuckle and blush at his action, unaware of the fact that Na Jaemin already has his eyes on someone.

You glare at him, quickly covering his mouth before catching attention of the living paintings hung on the walls. No, not even the paintings should know about your feelings to that cute Ravenclaw prefect.

“Shut that big mouth of yours please. Don’t you know the walls have ears here?!” you dust off your red robe and continue walking to the dining hall. Shaking aside the cute smile of Huang Renjun away from your head. You’ve met Renjun from the first day of school, he was pure blood with the Hatstall incident at his sorting ceremony. The sorting hat spent a good five minutes pondering if he should be in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Alas the house of the witty won the cute half-blood. As much as you wish to get sorted into the same house as his (mainly because he is cute), once the hat is on, it sorted you to the house of the brave. You’re still happy though to be one of the brilliant half-bloods in the Gryffindor house.

Renjun was very nice of you, when you first felt lonely in the big school (funny how you, a Gryffindor can feel lonely eh? But that’s your life). When you were struggling to find your way through the halls you had to thank Renjun for accompanying you whenever you had to move classes. But your relationship with him is purely just as close as a stranger. Renjun never sits beside you, nor does he hang out with you, he sits with his own smart gang. For two years he purely just helped you get around the halls. Instead of befriending Renjun, you become friends with the two wizards in your batch, the generous Hufflepuff who helps you ace your Herbology class: Lee Jeno. He is your first bestie, and since he enjoys your loud and fun personality, he calls you one of his friends.

The handsome blonde in green robe by your side earlier is your other best friend, Na Jaemin. A pureblood descending from the Slytherin family. You don’t know how Jaemin wants to be friends with you, a Gryffindor, but here you are. If Jeno helps you with herbology, Jaemin is there for you in potion classes. Though at first you think Jaemin is just using you to help him pass transfiguration and magical creatures. Turns out it was the total opposite, Jaemin is interested in Jeno, and the only person he sees is nice enough to be his wingman is you.

You don’t mind this though since you’ve seen how sincere Jaemin is when it comes to defending you and cheering you up. You know it’s just his ego that doesn’t let him say he is being friends with you because you two click. Screw anyone who made the unwritten rules that a Slytherin and Gryffindor cannot be friends. Well you understand since he is a Pure Slytherin. No one expects Slytherin to befriend Gryffindor even worse a half blood.

Back to the mean time, you walk with Jaemin on your side to reach the library where Jeno has reserved a place for you two. It’s your fourth year in Hogwarts which means you and your friends have to start preparing for the O.W.L test to be taken in your last fifth year. Although the three of you are gifted with brilliant heads, no one can slack their O.W.L and expect to pass. Here you are, limiting your free time and getting your ass dragged by Jeno to always study when you have free time.

“I miss playing quidditch.” You whisper after one hour of sitting down in the library and sticking your nose into the lines and lines of scribbles.

Jeno snickers, “You miss quidditch or you miss being in the same air as Renjun?”

You slap his hand that lays on the table and the young boy groans, “You’re evil! You could be in Slytherin, gosh thank heaven you’re not there or you’ve turned me into a stone.”

Jaemin just smirks, well he likes this side of you. The semi-evil part in your innocent-like façade.

“Dramatic, Lee Jeno. I love flying on the broom and chasing the balls.” You lied and if someone had given you the Veritaserum, Jeno’s guess was right. Your team likes to practice with the Ravenclaw’s team; don't ask why when your team captain is clearly flirting with the Ravenclaw’s captain.

“Come on, no one will buy that lie. It’s been four years of secretly crushing Renjun, why don’t you try to at least “befriend” him.” Jaemin sets aside his book and rests his chin on one of his hands.

You focus back on your book, trying to not fall into Jaemin’s hypnotizing eyes that can make you spill truths. “I am his friend. He never calls me an enemy.”

“Yeah not like that, I mean bring him here to our group study, ask him to sit with you during mealtimes. Invite him to join us when we’re strolling around Hogsmeade.” Jeno whispers.

The three of you shut up when a shadow appears on your table and drop a pile of books.

“Excuse me, mind sharing the table? The place is full and yours is the only one available.” A soft voice greets three of you and like robots, you turn your heads slowly to widen your eyes and gasp when the guy of your gossip is standing here.

“Oh Renjun, yes you can. Please,” Jaemin kindly brings his books to his side and you throw him a death glare. Well, the available space is the one on your side.

“Thank you, hey (y/n)! It’s been a while,” Renjun smiles at you. You just smile and nod, well yes you rarely see him in class, mostly because your schedule didn’t match his and both of you stopped playing quidditch.

You swear, that was the longest one hour in your life. Renjun’s soft sweet fragrance of sweet baked vanilla from the side is enough to make your heart beat faster, not to mention how cute he looks with his glasses when he is focusing on the charm textbook. You know if this guy is going to sit here all day, none of the materials written in the book will be planted in your brain. Still, Jeno and Jaemin had the audacity to invite Renjun into your small study group.

“Hey Renjun, next time why don’t you join us to study for O.W.L?” Jeno asks when all of you clean up your belongings and head for dinner.

Renjun’s smile lights up and he laughs nervously, “Well if that is okay with three of you, I don’t have any friends to study with yet.”

“You’re most welcome here! Just ask (y/n) later about our meeting times. Jeno can help with herbology and I can help with Potions. You can help us with charms! (y/n) here is the queen of transfiguration.” Jaemin welcomingly says all of this. Though most people may be blinded by his sweet words, you want to smack the life out of him when you see his glinting eyes taunting you.

You want to object, saying that his schedule won’t work with yours, but the cat has your tongue and all you can do is stay quiet as Renjun thanks Jaemin for inviting him to the group.

With that, Renjun chooses to walk around the grounds for a while before dinner. Your heart is bursting any second whenever he looks up to glance at the sky and you can see his perfectly sculptured face. No, it is not awkward, he casually talks with you about how he also misses quidditch, he also shares funny stories of the first-year students getting lost in the hallways just like you. Is he teasing you about getting lost in the hallway? Well since it is Renjun you just smile, had it been Jeno or Jaemin their hairs would already be in your hand.

“They’re just like you. Looking so cute when they’re lost and confused, afraid to miss their class.” Renjun stares at you and you laugh.

“I know, it was hard okay memorizing this big hall! Not to mention the moving stairs.” You finally feel less nervous and you can start talking with less stuttering.

“Well, if you’re ever confused just call me. I’ll assist you again like back then.” He chuckles and you laugh.

Well, you sort of have to treat Jeno and Renjun for a butterbeer maybe, thanks to them you finally get to walk around and talk with Renjun on the ground after four years.

That night on the paved grounds. You sit down while playing with your wand, swishing it while practicing some chants (without actually doing it). You sit on one of the grounds, leg straight while you lean on one of the pillars there. There is a soft footstep coming to you and someone took the opposite part of the pillars. You turn your head to catch Renjun’s body mirroring yours, but he is holding a book.

“Complicated.” He shrugs coyly.

You toss your head to the side and smile "Renjun, how did you find me? " Your easy-going Gryffindor traits show up and Renjun calmly looks up from his book to look over his shoulder to you too. “Maybe from this?” he offers you a Marauder’s Map and you gasp.

“How can you have one?” you want to take it from his hand, but he is faster.

Before you can ask more questions, Renjun diverts the topic and asks you about the group study. "So, are you sure your Slytherin and Hufflepuff boys want me to be in the group?" Renjun bashfully asks you this.

You laugh "They're more than happy when you accept their offer. Truth is we all suck at the hard charms. We need a tutor and we also need one more friend to make the space full. You're on our first list."

"I am honored to be first in the list, and I also like having friends to study with. So, tell me what the schedule is." With that, you wave your wand to bring you a piece of paper. "Accio schedule." The schedule paper lands on Renjun's slender fingers from your small pocket and the soft looking boy runs his eyes through the timetable. "Great, I can adjust my classes for this." You feel your heart can't take it anymore when he looks into your eyes deeply.

"So, see you tomorrow afternoon." You stand up trying to leave the ground, since the sleeping hours are coming, but his hand reaches for your wrist. "Sorry, do you want to go watch the quidditch practice between our team tomorrow? It's after lunch." Renjun scratches his neck. You nod "I will!" He smiles "Great, see you! Good night."

You raise your eyebrow "My hand" And he gasps as he lets go of your wrist. "Sorry" Both of you laugh and you finally go back to your room. Things were great, you and Renjun slowly became closer.

You hate the silly rules of staying over your own common room. Like dang you want to meet Renjun in his common room, but you know you’re not the smartest one to unlock their password. Not to mention you are not ready to have eyes pierced on you as you enter the room (if you ever succeed)

So, you end up only able to meet Renjun when he sees you on the hallway and with Jeno and Jaemin. He sometimes appears to you in the garden and you once found him chilling on the school’s astronomy tower in the middle of the night. He’s daring enough to leave his bed and you found him stargazing.

After your one encounter on the astronomy tower, that becomes your regular meeting place with Renjun.

Like tonight, both of you sneaked out of your beds, tiptoeing perfectly through the stairs. Somehow escaping the ears of Mr Filch and voila both of you are smiling ear to ear as the moonlight glows through your faces.

You sit on the porch, suddenly regretting your stupid head for forgetting the scarf. The wind is pretty harsh, and you try to hug your body. Renjun is busy watching the sky through his binoculars. You gave him your binoculars when you discovered he also loves space and the galaxy.

“Want to look at the stars?” Renjun looks at you and hands you the binocular. You nod your head while trying your best to not shake from the cold, but it is cold.

“Silly, forgot your scarf?” he unwinds his own blue silver knit scarf and steps closer to wrap it over you.

“What about you?” you feel worried about his condition. Renjun only shakes his head, “I wore warmer clothes. Also, you shouldn’t fall sick. You need to prepare for your O.W.L tomorrow. Just watch the sky.” He quickly changes the topic when he sees your annoyed face of bringing up O.W.L

You take his advice when he pushes your body to face the sky and you bring the object to your eyes. He was right, the night sky is always mysterious and calming, somewhere out there two of you believe another universe with aliens exists.

Renjun secretly watches you in admiration. He never expects to get this close with you, physically and mentally. By now, he knows your most embarrassing story, your favorite food, and your favorite star.

“Renjun! Quick make a wish!” you tug on his sweater and pull his hand when your eyes catch a shooting star.

Renjun is quick to realize your hand is still squeezing his arm, but he closes his own eyes and makes his own wish. You wish with all your might, things will be better for you and Renjun. You want him, you love him and basically, you’re so ready to risk everything just to get him. Creepy? No, that is love.

“So, what did you wish for?” he whispers near your ear, you see him shivering so you naturally take off the scarf and try your best to share it between both of you.

Renjun’s cheek blushed, “Didn’t think of that. You sure are smarter at things like that.”

You giggle “About your question, don’t you know a wish should remain secret or it won’t work.”

The young man scoffs, “You believe that?”

You nod “Well I thought you do too.”

Renjun smiles, “Fine. I will also keep mine.”

You can no longer hold back your yawn and you realize if both of you stay in this cold air, you’ll need to call in sick and that is not happening. Not when you need to catch up on all class materials.

“See you Injun-ah,” you wave as you drape the scarf back on him. He smells your sweet musk perfume and something tingles Renjun’s mind.

He remembers he had smelt that same hint of scent somewhere, but where. In confusion, the Ravenclaw walks back to his room. Only when his head hits his pillow does he finally remember where he encountered that smell. None other than that silly amortentia potion class. Take a whiff and you’ll know who that special person is.

“Tell me again how he always managed to find you?” Jaemin asks you about how Renjun always finds you. Both of you are sitting in the garden, taking a whiff of fresh air.

You sigh, you know you shouldn’t be telling him this, but you think Jaemin can keep secrets.

“He has a Marauder’s map.” You whisper under your breath.

Jaemin’s eyes lighten and his jaw drops. He really looks glowing with happiness like he won a lottery.

“(Y/n)~” his sing-song tone comes out and you mutter a curse under your breath. Oh no, he is going to ask you something. Which is true.

“Is it possible if you borrow the map from Renjun? Just for a second.” He pouts and draws random lines on your arm. You pull your hand away and slap his hand “What are you thinking? Go borrow by yourself.”

He drives his eyes to his feet, “I really need it, but I guess Renjun won’t let me borrow it.”

You scoff “You know it already. I never even touched it Jaem, it’s really precious after all.”

Jaemin, a total charmer, looks you in the eyes with his sickening puppy eyes “Please, I need it to meet Jeno secretly too! He seems tired but he is hiding it from us…”

“Your point?” you cut the crap out of him.

Jaemin smiles and you see his cunningness really popping up when he bribes you to help him “Point is, can you just take the map from him for a while and then I’ll use it to find Jeno, then you return it to him. Simple!”

You groan “How is that simple? That’s stealing!”

“Borrowing, just that he won’t realize it’s ever gone from his hand.” Jaemin shrugs his shoulder

“It’s not an honest game. You said ``borrow not steal and return.”

“Then try borrowing it from him, he doesn’t talk to me about the map so it’ll be weird if I ask him about that. He will be mad at you for spilling secrets and I know you love him so much.” He smirks, knowing that he won your internal battle.

You sigh, Jaemin really traps you in the mouse trap eh?

“Fine, let me try to borrow it from him. What will I get in return?”

“Woah you're so calculative! I thought we are friends and friends help each other?”

You really regret not joining Jeno to study with Renjun, this Slytherin man is really cunning… luring you to leave the library to “take in the fresh air” but ended up dealing with a dangerous project.

“Okay if you insist, I’ll say if the map worked, I’ll be able to accompany Jeno and he will be happier and you want to see Jeno happier right? Also you’re my best greatest courageous friend, isn’t this like a challenge?” he stares at you with great compassion plus hitting your chivalry ego and since no one is there to slap you, you nod your head.

“Okay Jaemin.” The Gryffindor spirit of not thinking about an action carefully is here.

Jaemin smirks and waves you goodbye after slipping a small tube of potion to your hand. He disappeared like that and you start to think of a way to talk with him about the map, while staring at disbelief for the Felix Felicis in your hand. Dang that Slytherin boy really is questionable.

You spend the afternoon thinking of a way to get Renjun’s map and you finally choose to ask him slowly.

“Renjun! What are the things you always keep in your bag?” you ask randomly but Renjun and you did this a lot of time, so he doesn’t smell your smoke.

He thinks for a while, “Nothing much, books and the map, some quills and chocolates? Why?”

You nod “It’s okay, just curious.”

He doesn’t pester you about it, only talking more about different things.

“Hey, tomorrow is Sunday. Mind to just sit and enjoy the day off? We sit in the fountain courtyard.”

Your brain finds a chance to take his map and so you nod your head.

--

You drop the Felix Felicis potion on your breakfast tea that Sunday morning and you meet Renjun who is looking so good in his casual outfit.

You’re nervous, though luck is favoring you, you are still battling yourself whether you should just snatch the map or ask him nicely.

After talking about different things and driving his attention to other things, you inch closer to Renjun and stare at his lips. Somehow your brain is focused on his lips and oh did you forget you took a potion this morning?? Because your silly head wants to kiss his lips so bad and luck is really on your side.

“Why are you staring at my lips? You really like them don’t you?” Renjun boldy asks, something so uncommon about him.

You gulp and blush, but your heart secretly wants to kiss him.

“Come here,” he pulls your hand closer and once your shoulder crashes with his, he kisses you right in the middle of the day when everyone can see you two sharing a slow kiss.

Your head almost stops working but suddenly Jaemin’s shadow appears in your mind and you quickly put your hand into Renjun’s bag. You didn’t know the lucky potion could be this wonderful because once your hand enters the bag you find the paper already.

Renjun was so focused on the kiss that he didn’t notice your hand slipping the map to your pocket. Only when you’re done did you finally break the kiss.

He blushes and you chuckle “That was intense.”

Yes the kiss was intense but the reason your heart beats super-fast is because of the action you just did. Stealing.

“I love you Renjun,” you whisper, feeling a bit sad for lying to him… but you don’t want to be embarrassed after what you did go well.

“I love you too, I didn’t know our feelings were mutual.” He innocently rubs his burning face and you want to die from lying with him.

“Renjun, sorry for suddenly leaving, but I have to go, I got something to do.” You stand up from the grounds.

“Huh? Oh okay I guess you look rushed.” He stands up too, “Where do you have to go? I can walk you there.”

You shake your head and reject his offer, “No, it’s personal. If you don’t mind, I’d rather go by myself. Bye Injun! See you!” you run away from him and disappear before he can even bid his farewell.

The ravenclaw just shrugs his shoulders and returns to his common room. When he kisses you earlier, he feels so fuzzy and fireworks are popping in his heart. As weird as it sounds, the kiss made him come up with a new imaginative creature.

Yes, Renjun is a ravenclaw who enjoys imaginative creatures. He is talented in drawing, so he spends his time sketching and naming creatures he has in his head. Though you may ask how a Ravenclaw believes in uncertain things with no concrete proof, Renjun has been hiding this guilty pleasure from anyone.

He hums as he sits on his chair and starts arranging his paints. The sun is angled perfectly at this time and he is more than excited to paint the new love creature he has in his mind.

On the other hand, you are running to meet Jaemin.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no goods.” You tap your wand and open the map to quickly find Jaemin.

There he is, somehow lurking in the dining hall. Weird.

You pocket the map and make your way to him.

“Use this quickly. I don’t know how long it takes for Renjun to notice.” You stuff the map into Jaemin’s pocket.

His eyes twinkle “Oh gosh you did it. You do this for me? Thank you!” he taps your shoulder and flies away “I’ll return it to you once I am done. Promise.”

You just wait for him with anxiety crawling in your heart. Something about stealing, lying, and using potion is just not settling well in your Gryffindor heart. You let out a deep breath, and relax a bit.

Only that it didn’t even last long and things are going downhill from here.

While you wait nervously in the dining room, you find yourself face to face with a fuming and disappointed Renjun. “You stole the map, didn’t you?!” he holds back all the anger inside to avoid reaching for your collar.

You gulp, of course he noticed. It’s been almost two hours. Couldn’t Jaemin find Jeno, bring Jeno to return the map to you then go disappear somewhere. Why should you wait for this long.

“I-“ you stutter “I’m sorry.” You apologize, your heart tells you lying more will just bring you to a deeper pit.

Renjun shakes his head, “You stole but I’m hurt you tricked me! Did you mean the kiss or not?”

Your eyes widened, he was just confused about the kiss? Oh how cute. You want to open your mouth, but it looks like the cat got your tongue again and Renjun was faster in assuming things when he is angry.

“You know what? I don’t care about your kiss, I don’t even care about your explanation. Give it back.” His palm opens up to you and you bite your lips “It’s not with me.”

His eyes would pop off from his head “You what? You lost it or gave it to someone?”

Damn Ravenclaws and their quick brains.

“I’ll give it back to you, I promise.” You reach out for his hand, but he snatches his hand away to his chest before you can appeal to him.

“You know what? I found it already.” He looks over your shoulder and sees Jaemin coming to you with a troubled face.

“And by the look of Jaemin’s face, I guess this is not my day.” Renjun sounds super sad and you hate yourself for actually starting all of this. He was in a super good mood earlier and you ruined everything. Now will you ruin your friendship too? and love interest.

You heard Jaemin apologizing (something so uncommon) about something and the next second, you don’t hear anything from Renjun’s lips, just an eerie silence between them and suddenly the man in blue sweater runs away from you and Jaemin.

“I may or may not have accidentally been caught by some other Slytherin, and they wanted to see the map. It ripped.” Jaemin mutters slowly and you feel your world has stopped turning and you should just leave Hogwarts before facing Renjun.

--

Renjun left both of you and there’s nothing you can do. There is, but your brain stops working and your Gryffindor heart cowers and runs away. You sit devastated on the ground and Jaemin copies you.

“We can try to fix this map,” Jaemin tries to cheer you up but you shake your head “We can’t. Even if we can, I don’t think the bond of our friendship can be fixed.” you pull your knees to your chest and put your chin on them

“I’ll find a way to fix this. I promise, I broke the map so let me take the blame for this.” Jaemin stands up with the ripped map and he casts the repair charm.

You just stare at it soullessly. Well the map did come back into one piece, but Renjun’s disappointment can’t leave your head.

“I am sorry (y/n).” Jaemin sincerely apologizes to you and you just hum a silent reply

“Look, I believe Renjun will forgive you. He might not forgive me, but I deserve this. This is not your fault. I made you trick him. I am the guilty one.” your best friend tries to cheer you up, but your mind keeps on thinking Renjun.

--

That young ravenclaw did come into dinner, well he has to as he’s the prefect. But when you leave your chair to tap his shoulder and talk with him, he already leaves with the big group and you find yourself alone, losing your chance.

You ask around where he is, and everyone says he’s in the prefect bathroom enjoying a long bath. You hate how he has a hideout you can’t come to. So, the only thing you can do is wait.

You think of ways to apologize and how he can forgive you. Should you do his chores? Should you do his essays? gosh no he’s smarter than you. Should you buy him some new paint and drawing books? He likes to draw right, but you bite your lips when you remember your allowance this month was finished for good when you bought that new broom.

You go to the toilet, and come back to ask where he is on a passing Ravenclaw, only to curse when they said he is already in the common room.

Great, now you really won’t be sleeping tonight.

“Hey (y/n), I handed him the map already and asked sorry.” Jaemin suddenly taps your shoulder when you are walking to your room.

You just nod “Lucky you, looks like he is not that disappointed at you. Must be because he is afraid you’d turn him into a frog.” you try to tease Jaemin but even your own joke doesn't taste good in your tongue.

Renjun tries his best to avoid you, or more likely avoid hearing your apology or explanation about what happened that day. It’s as if you’re a deadly plague! He did show up a couple of times to the group study meetups, but he never talks to you about anything other than asking your question about the lesson or when the boys ask him about his nerves about the test.

You feel sick from all of the studying, but most of your stress comes from Renjun’s constant ignorance towards you. He did talk to you about other things, he explained to you the lessons you’re still struggling with but he never speaks of that day as if it never happens. Though some people like that better and just brush it off, like Jaemin for example. You’re not satisfied with this. You need his real acceptance of apology or you can’t feel ease in your heart.

You tried all you can, sending him a message filled with handwritten apology, a chocolate of his favorite brand, a chocolate frog, some badly drawn apology painting, a poem, and even try to bring up the conversation whenever you meet but he always finds a way to smile and drive the topic to another thing.

His playful gaze can still be felt by you and he still helps you occasionally in classes you struggle in. He even helps until the last days of the O.W.L test and the guilt in your heart is just piling up.

--

“Good luck on your O.W.L '' Renjun one night smiles at you after cleaning up the books and quills. You gasp “Thank you, you too and Renjun I am sorry.” you finally get the chance to utter your apology intimately without anyone else near you.

Renjun sighs “You’re still sad about that?” you bite your lips and nod “I can’t take it off my head.” The man in blue robes chuckles and messes your hair “Silly. Stop worrying about that. Just focus on your studies okay so that you can pass this O.W.L” you turn red from his action, heart beating super fast upon seeing his cute smile and hand touching your head.

“Alright, I need my sleep. You go to bed too okay, see you for breakfast tomorrow.” he tucks a hair away from your face and bops your nose. You see him walk away after saying good night and when you want to go to your room, you notice a blue scarf he left on the chair.

“Renjun forgot this.” you wrap it around your neck because you have lots of stuff to bring back and slowly you walk to your room, enjoying how his scent softly brushes your nose when the wind is blowing in your direction. You feel calm now that Renjun told you not to worry about it and seeing how he’s back to playing with your hair makes you feel less guilty.

“I’ll return this tomorrow,” you mumble to yourself only to wrap it tighter to your neck when you sleep.

--

The O.W.L this year is nerve consuming and stressful. You and the other students are all squeezed and no one is having their energy other than studying, eating and sleeping. You’ve talked less with the boys, you’re busy isolating yourself in the study room or just in the garden to study and focus on yourself. You also forget about Renjun’s scarf and he seems to forget it too, judging by how he is using another scarf.

All of you made it through the excruciating exam and finally you’re packing your suitcase.

“Are you ready to go home?” Jeno puts his face into your face on the morning of the beginning of the holiday. You have a beaming smile on your face and you happily hug him “Thank you for your help! I did my O.W.L nicely because of your help!” Jeno only chuckles and laughs at your remarks. He only plays with your hair and pushes you away only for you to hit Jaemin’s chest and the cheeky guy is not ready to catch you. You close your eyes, preparing yourself to hit the hard ground and be embarrassed for the rest of the year in Hogwarts, but you didn’t hit the ground. You open your eyes and see Jaemin already standing next to Jeno, eyes running through the hall as he winks and waves his hand to the passing students. So, who is holding you?

“Hoah easy Jeno, you pushed her too hard!” A soft voice you missed. A voice that sounds so cute when he whines or complains. A voice that has been whispering all day all night in your head. Renjun.

“Renjun! Sorry.” you brush yourself as you stand up and tidy your looks. Suddenly feeling conscious if you’ll look good. Renjun smiles, he has his trunk by his hand too, looks like every one of us is going home this Christmas.

“It’s great to see you before the long holiday, (y/n)!” Renjun pushes a small smile and you are busy reaching into your backpack for something. “I need to return this! You left it in the library last time.” you hand Renjun the neatly folded blue scarf which surprises him. “Oh it’s with you! I thought I lost it.”

You laugh “Sorry, I forgot to return it to you.” you extend your arm to him. Renjun quickly takes the scarf and opens it, the next thing you know is that he inches closer to you, wraps the scarf softly on your neck and his lips hover above your own lips. When you look into his orbs, you see how he’s waiting for your permission and while Renjun still has his hand holding on to the scarf on your neck, you close your eyes and feel him pull you by the scarf and seal your lips with a long quiet kiss.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as he gently keeps his hands moving to secure your neck and your heart is thumping so hard.

“I forgive you, go enjoy your Christmas.” Renjun sincerely laughs and kisses your cheek “So, from today is it day one?”

You nod “Day one!” Your heart feels light, the heavy guilty feeling in your heart is gone, his kiss shows how he is not angry at you and you feel his passionate and sincere desire to have you as his significant other.

Jeno and Jaemin pretend they don’t see both of you, just waving their hands to any passing students, telling them to send owls, saying they’ll see them next year and all the season greetings.

“Alright, my train is leaving love. I’ll see you next year. Send me an owl , okay!” Renjun pinches your cheek that’s super red from his sudden actions. You just have a big smile on your face as you nod and wave “See you soon!”

Jeno and Jaemin help you put your stuff into the car your brother has sent to pick you up. You thank the boys, hugging them for being here with you through ups and downs and you’ve made peace with Jaemin. That guy promised you he’ll bring you back your favorite candy from his hometown.

As you sit down in your car, head looking back to the majestic and mystical castle, you smile when you remember how Renjun pulls you into a very sweet kiss and that’s enough to show you how he’s not mad or disappointed at you. You were overthinking, but that’s you. That’s something about your gryffindor heart, always wanting to be responsible for your faults and it feels good to finally see Renjun saying he forgave you already.

Magic and love. Might work side to side, might not. Whichever that is the potion or your attitude, Renjun loves you the way you love him too and that’s what matters.

end

#hogwarts au #nct hogwarts au #renjun x you #renjun x reader #renjun fluff #renjun scenarios #renjun imagines #jaemin x reader #nct dream fanfic #renjun x y/n #renjun angst #nct dream x you #jeno #jaemin #jeno x you #jeno x jaemin #nomin

[drowsy-writer]

I Can't Stop— regulus black x reader

Summary: An unmovable object vs. an unstoppable force (aka Reader tries to get Regulus to bed) 

Warning:  cursing, angst, bittersweet fluff, crying

Notes: Reader has she/her pronouns and is a Hufflepuff; this can also be read as either romantic or platonic also yes I sometimes face claim regulus as Benjamin Wadsworth pls don’t @ me i’m new here lol

Hogwarts 1975

Every Hufflepuff knows that when 10:00 hits, the kitchen goes silent. No pots boil, no ovens switch on―without the house elves, the place is as silent as the library on a good day. The alluring scents of the day’s meals would linger in the air, hitting the face of every Hufflepuff who entered eager to make it to their common room and call it a night.

Tonight the smells of roasted chicken and creamy beef stew were replaced with the stingy aroma of coffee as two students sat at the end of the kitchen’s massive table, books spread out amongst themselves. Two gigantic porcelain mugs were placed within arms reach and a fresh pot of coffee sat between them.

“Find anything yet?” the Hufflepuff asked. Her [h/c] curls bounced slightly as she looked up from her piece of parchment, observing the pale Slytherin boy across from her scrunch his brows.

“No,” Regulus shut another book and tossed it on top of the stack next to him. He reached over to his mug, which embarrassingly had an orange flat-faced kitten painted on it, and downed its remaining contents. He then slammed the mug on the table and ran both of his fingers through his short ebony locks,” nothing. Yet.”

“House elves are bound to wake up soon,” [Y/N] mused. She cocked her head towards the tiny door sitting next to the fireplace,” maybe we should call it a night.”

Regulus groaned as he reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself another cup. The pot shook a bit as Regulus poured it, the bags underneath his eyes growing darker. [Y/N] looked at her friend and sighed.

“We’ve gone through almost the whole library, Reggie,” [Y/N] said. Regulus took a quick swig of his refilled cup of coffee and cracked open another book,” look! That’s even the same book you opened last night. Cover and all!”

“Nope,” Regulus held up the book and tapped his pale finger on the cover where it read Volume 2. It was [Y/N]’s time to groan as she took her own mug, this one with a silly looking dog on it, and sipped at the now cold contents. Her face scrunched up as she placed the mug down,” Zatara might’ve been a loon, but he was Bullock’s assistant. He probably hid something in here so Dumbledore or anyone else couldn’t find and burn it..” 

“What makes you think that Volume 2 is gonna have something when the first one didn’t?” [Y/N] had got up from her chair, cold cup of coffee in hand, and dumped it down the drain of the sink behind her. She turned the faucet on, rinsing out the mug and gently putting it back on the drying rack. When [Y/N] spun around, she was met by Regulus’s signature scowl,” don’t get your knickers in a twist. You know I’m right. I’m always right with these sorts of things.”

“I know,” Regulus hissed. He looked back down at the book,” but right now, I’m hoping you’re wrong.”

[Y/N] huffed as she sat back down on her chair again. A small yawn escaped her lips but she knew it’d be a while until Regulus decided to pack his stuff and leave. This was the case every night since 2nd year where Regulus and [Y/N] would stay up right before the elves came back in to prep for breakfast, reading and discussing topics both school related and pure nonsense. Neither knew how this little tradition started and, quite frankly, neither cared. It was a breath of fresh air for [Y/N] and a sense of normalcy Regulus craved for within his ever turbulent life. 

As of recently, however, their midnight meetings were overwhelmed with a sense of dread. It had been months since Regulus had properly been exposed to the world of the Death Eaters and of Lord Voldemort, courtesy of his mother. From then on, he had been put into an almost inescapable hole, one that he was intent of crawling out of. Regulus might've not had the luxury of running away like his brother, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give in without a fight.

“So if I am wrong, what’s gonna happen next?” [Y/N] asked.

Regulus quirked a brow as he stopped reading the passage he was on. Not even bothering to look up, Regulus clicked his tongue in thought. He then, to [Y/N]’s annoyance, shrugged his shoulders and continued to read.

“I don’t know. Haven’t thought that far yet.”

“What do you mean you haven’t thought that far yet? We’ve been looking into Horcruxes for the past three months and you haven’t the clue as to what you’ll do next?!”

“Something like that.”

“You're so—,” [Y/N] let out a muffled scream as she buried her head in her hands,” you're insufferable, you know that? Why am I even friends with you?”

“Haven't thought that far yet either,” Regulus smirked. 

“Very funny, Reggie. Now c’mon,” [Y/N] motioned towards the stack of books,” let’s stash these away. We’ve got a Potions exam tomorrow morning, remember?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Regulus didn’t make an effort to get up and continued to read through the book. As Regulus flipped through another page, [Y/N] muttered underneath her breath as she jumped down from her seat and walked over to the Slytherin’s side.

“Alright. That’s it.”

Before Regulus could make sense as to what was happening, [Y/N] wrapped her hands around his waist and hoisted him up from the seat.

“[Y/N]?!” Regulus sputtered, dropping the book from his hands,” let me go!”

“Oh shut it, Black! You need to get some sleep!”

Still in her arms, Regulus tensed as their bodies pressed against one another. He cursed himself underneath his breath as his face flushed red.

“Just put me down. Now.”

“No.”

“[Y/N]—!”

[Y/N] tightened her grip as Regulus squirmed within her hold. She dragged him from his chair to the middle of the kitchen where he finally pushed himself off.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You need to sleep, Regulus! You can’t keep burning the candle at both ends. You’ll fall back if you keep doing this.”

“Well what else am I supposed to do, then? Run away from my problems like my brother? Ignore them? I can’t just turn away from my family and pretend nothing ever happened!” Regulus shouted. His breathing turned ragged, as if he just finished yet another Quidditch match, “what would you expect for me to do?”

“I—I don’t know! I don’t have the answers for everything!” [Y/N] retorted. Regulus groaned as he turned around, intent on picking up where he left off in his book,” but I do know that when the time comes, whatever remnants of a plan you do have, you’ll be too exhausted to do anything about it!”

Regulus stopped in his step as he stared at the rack of spices before him, afraid of meeting his friend’s eyes. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and turned around. His eyes had yet to meet [Y/N]’s as they shifted throughout the room.

“Why are you—ugh,” Regulus sighed as he ran his hands through his hair,” I just—this is how I work, [Y/N]. You’ve known it since 2nd year. Even when I stop, I can’t stop. When I go to sleep at night, my mind is still racing with all this bullshit about purebloods and Muggles and—.”

“But you can’t just—.”

“—And the fucking potions test you won’t stop telling me about! There’s so many things in my mind that I think Bellatrix’s head looks healthy compared to mine! I can’t stop thinking about my family, my house, even Sirius for Godric’s sake! I can’t stop worrying that if I were to put a pause for even a sliver of a second, everything I’ll ever love will cease to exist. I can’t risk that [Y/N]. Not for a second. Not when I have so much on the line.”

[Y/N] looked down at the floor as her friend’s words ran rapid through her head. She touched her forehead with the palm of her hand, dragging them down until they met the bridge of her nose. 

“Fucking—I know that, Regulus. I just—,” [Y/N] gave a pained expression as she pinched the bridge of her nose,”—fuck! I just want you to be okay, ok? You’re my friend. My best friend, actually. It hurts like hell because there’s nothing I can do about it. I can get you as many books as you want, sneak out around the castle as much as you want, lie to as many people as you want , but I can’t—no. I won’t stand here and watch you whittle away. Not when I can do something to prevent it.”

Regulus swallowed hard as his eyes met [Y/N]’s and the pit that had been growing inside his chest began to increase, pushing painfully against his rips. He felt his lungs constrict and if Regulus didn’t know any better, he’d say someone casted a Crucio curse on him and it was slowly ripping his body from the inside out.

“I just can’t let him win, [Y/N],” Regulus mumbled. He leaned back on the table and pressed both hands to his face, rubbing at his eyes as tears began to build up in the corners,” I can’t let that thing win, no matter what.”

Shielding his face from [Y/N], Regulus quietly sobbed as his friend stood in front of him, tears threatening to pour out from her eyes as well. Taking a deep, shaky breath, [Y/N] slowly walked towards her friend and gently wrapped her arms around him. Despite the slight size difference, [Y/N] was able to situate her friend so that his face was buried in the crook of her neck. She combed a hand through his inky, black locks.

“I know won’t,” [Y/N] said,” but I highly doubt snake face over there is going to wait for you to take a quick power nap. We’ll beat him, but not like this.”

Regulus’s grip tightened around [Y/N] and she felt his lips pull into a smile as a low chuckle emitted from him. 

“It’s amazing how you’re not a Ravenclaw with how much wisdom you spout out.”

“Well I’m far more interested in my friends then a bloody book,” [Y/N] stepped back, hands still wrapped around Regulus, and smiled,” now let’s clean up and head to bed. You deserve at least one good night’s rest.”

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black x reader #harry potter #my writing #harry potter imagines #reader insert #hufflepuff #slytherin

[comfortwriting]

I Prefer You - F.W

Fred Weasley x Fem reader 

Masterlist , Request Rules , Writing Prompts

About: The reader is best friends with the Weasley twins, whilst studying with them, Cedric Diggory shows up and confesses his love for her. Little does the reader know, Fred is also in love with her. She finds herself having to deal with Fred and Cedric competing for her love and in the end she has to choose one.

Warnings: love triangle, major fluff! 

“I wish he’d stop staring at you” Fred huffed, staring at the popular Hufflepuff student who couldn’t take his eyes off you.

George looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with Cedric, turning back around and tapping the book you were reading. 

“He’s been at it since you bloody walked in.” George spoke up, trying his best to not notify the whole library. 

You smirked and stopped focusing on your DADA homework, looking up you caught Cedric’s glance, his pearly white teeth twinkling as he smiled, his grey eyes radiating love towards you. You smiled back and waved at him, looking back down at your work and chuckling.

Fred didn’t like the way you looked at Cedric, in fact he hated it, he hated that Cedric had to be staring at you and not his handful of fangirls that constantly flocked around him everywhere he went. 

“Oh do give over” Fred huffed again, looking at you “you can’t be seriously entertaining that air head.” 

You looked up from your work again and looked at Fred, his facial expression hardened and you could tell that he was in no mood to joke around, you opened your mouth to ask what his problem was but Cedric had already walked over to you, practicing his lines. 

“Y/N, may I have a word?” Cedric asked politely, his soft voice almost putting you in a trance. 

“Whatever you’ve got to say just spit it out, Ced.” Fred interrupted, fidgeting in his chair.

George smirked “Yeah, Ced. What's the big deal?”

Cedric pursed his lips trying not to laugh, he knew the twins were doing this on purpose but he wouldn't allow them to get in the way of what he wanted, even if they had more influence over you than he did.

Cedric looked at Fred and George and nodded “Alright then” he cleared his throat and looked back at you “Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend on a date.” 

The four of you went silent for a moment, Fred’s heart rate elevated and he felt like jumping out of his chair and battering Cedric for making a move on his girl - but then Fred realised that he had never told you how he felt, he always assumed the two of you would have a moment but it never happened and it certainly wouldn't now thanks to Cedric. 

George stared at his brother, preparing himself to hold him back if he tried to go for Cedric, and you - you were sat in your chair feeling flattered that someone had asked such a thing, that someone saw something in you for the first time. After all, you were hoping Fred would gain feelings for you like you did for him, but in your mind, Fred wasn’t interested in being anything more than best friends. 

You blushed and nodded “I would love to” you smiled back at Cedric, cracking Fred’s heart.

Cedric chuckled and licked his lips, nodding his head, looking incredibly proud with himself “I’ll see you Saturday” he replied, walking away. 

“And in class!” you reminded him, shaking your head and closing your book. 

Five days, you had five days until your big date with Cedric and funnily enough, Fred was more nervous than you were. 

“Are you actually going with him?” Fred asked, stabbing his slice of chicken breast with his fork. 

You could tell Fred was irritated, annoyed, but you couldn’t understand why. You thought after all the other people you had brought up he would finally approve of the student who went ahead and made a move on you. 

You looked at Fred and swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin juice, you placed your Goblet back down on the table. “I said yes didn’t I? Why are you so bothered about it, Fred?” 

George nudged Fred and whispered in his ear “just tell her, Freddie.”

You looked at Fred and started to slice your own chicken breast into strips “tell me what?” you shoved a strip into your mouth and started to chew.

Fred sighed and gave in, looking at George before focusing on you. “I fancy you alright, I’ve been after you since third year and as soon as that plonker shows up you’re all giggly.”

You inhaled a few dry strings of skin from the chicken breast, causing you to choke, you grabbed your goblet and downed some more juice, washing down the bits that got stuck in your throat. 

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you hissed at Fred “I fancy you too!” 

You didn’t mean to let that last part slip but it was already too late. 

Fred’s face turned into a massive grin, he put down his knife and fork “do you really?” 

You nodded your head and continued to eat your breakfast. 

“Brilliant, cancel your date with Cedric and we’ll go instead.” Fred looked over at the Hufflepuff table and laughed at Cedric gently buttering his toast.

You shook your head and grinned back at Fred, your plate almost empty. “No” you replied “if you want me you’ve got to prove it.” 

From Monday onwards Fred and Cedric went head to head with one another, constantly trying to one up each other and increasing how much love they were showering over you. Cedric didn’t give up all because Fred entered the picture and Fred didn’t give up as Saturday got closer.

Four Days

Walking over to you bed your jaw dropped, bouquet's of flowers littered your quilt covers and rested against your pillows, you were surrounded by sunflowers and  yellow roses, all of which were from Cedric - the yellow notes representing his house. 

As much as you loved the sentiment, flowers weren't really your thing - sure they were gorgeous and they brought you light when you looked at them but it didn’t make you double over in laughter like Fred did and everything he did for you. Instead of flowers and detailed love letters, Fred didn’t gift you anything except his biggest and most comfy jumper that his mother knitted, he also gave you his time and effort. 

You walked into the great hall wearing Fred’s jumper, his ego boosting and Cedric’s crumbling. 

“You look stunning in my clothes” Fred smirked, taking a bite out of his toast.

You blushed and sat next to him “I want more than just your jumper.”

Three Days

As much as Cedric wanted to, he didn’t have as much time as Fred - well he did - but he spent that time studying, going to extra classes and entertaining his fanbase. The only time you got with Cedric was in Herbology, he tried getting to know you better, asking you about your interests but he couldn’t make you laugh, he didn’t understand your humour. 

“I don’t understand” Cedric replied “is that supposed to be funny?”

You sighed and shook your head “it doesn’t matter, don’t sweat it Ced.”

Two Days

You and Fred bunked a few classes and went off to Hogsmeade, going crazy in Honey Dukes and even cuddling up together and sharing a Butterbeer to keep yourselves warm. The two of you stayed up all night, winding up Mr Filch and Mrs Norris, you even went into Snape’s personal stores and stole the ingredients to make a Poly Juice potion, transforming yourselves into Draco and Pansy to get them into more trouble. 

“On second thoughts, I don’t think you’re that pretty.” Fred grimaced at you.

You stared at him and walked over to him, pulling out one of his platinum blonde hairs “could say the same thing about you” you joked, both of you waiting for the potion to wear off.

One Day

“You looking forward to tomorrow then?” Fred smirked, seeing you groan in pain.

You shook your head “it’s going to be unbearable, he’s can’t make me laugh, he’s too soft, can’t take joke. I feel like he gets scared and takes things a bit too literally.”

Fred grinned and licked his lips “well I make you laugh all the time, wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve wet yourself because of me.” 

Rolling your eyes you looked over at the Hufflepuff table again, Cedric talking with his fanbase. 

“He’s got more than enough options, the majority of them girls are better suited for him than me.” 

You turned your focus back to your food and took a bite out of your sandwich.

“Aright then, if you’ve got it all figured out go and tell him.” Fred encouraged you, his ego shinning through, George just wanting the two of you to shut up and be together already. 

You knew Fred was testing you again and you didn’t want to back down, after Cedric’s offer, you and Fred were finally heading where you always wanted, you felt yourself itching for him, hungry for him, you wanted him - the more you wanted him, the less you wanted Cedric, the less the popular Hufflepuff lad stood out to you. 

“Okay then, watch me.” 

Standing up, you left your table and walked over to Cedric, his fangirls instantly looking appalled to be in your presence. You tapped him on the shoulder, Cedric turned around and smiled searching your face. 

“Y/N” his face fell when he noticed you were still wearing Fred’s jumper.

“Ced - Cedric, I’m sorry but I’ve changed my mind about tomorrow.”

The infatuated girls around him started to smile, suddenly enjoying you being around. Cedric looked upset but then again you couldn’t read into him like you could Fred, you realised that you barely knew Cedric at all - he was sending love letters and flowers to a girl he didn’t know at all.

“She’s taking her bloody time isn’t she?” George spoke up watching you.

“Shut up” Fred shushed him “wait for it”

You smiled slightly and looked at Cho for a moment who was sitting with her friends “you should ask Cho, I know she sees something in you.”

“She’s done it” Fred smirked “she’s actually done it.”

Saturday

“I still can’t believe you nearly ended up with that toss-pot.” Fred laughed, grabbing some black pepper imps. 

You grabbed some Chocolate Frogs “it’s a good job that I prefer you” holding his free hand the two of you shared a moment.

The overcrowded sweet shop suddenly felt empty, as if it were only you and Fred inside. Getting on your tiptoes and leaned in and Fred accepted, the two of you sharing the first kiss of many. 

Pulling away from the kiss, Fred grinned and licked his lips, bringing his hand up to your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I feel like such an idiot for not telling you sooner” Fred shook his head “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything either”

“I was sort of just waiting for it to happen, I suppose we’ve got Cedric to thank for that.”

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#3. Smiles - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 3 of #Snapemas! I accidentally deleted my whole Text and got really nervous but thankfully I found a key combination that could save it back. Phew! I´m not really sure about this one, but I hope you enjoy it! 🎄❤️

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: 

Warnings: insults, mention of blood

Word count: 1999

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name

#3. Smiles

Because you were the youngest Teacher at Hogwarts currently you always had the urge to prove everyone that you were worth it to be called an Professor. The Staff accepted you - except for one of them. Professor Severus Snape really couldn’t hold back his spicy comments against you whenever he had a chance to. You always remained professional but still took it personal. He seemed to dislike you on any way possible.

Your Teaching Style was very trust based and you hoped to be respected by the Students for that and wouldn’t have a fight until they learned to grow closer to you. But it wasn’t as bad as your thoughts tried to trick you to think like they were. Actually you were quiet Popular because a Perk of being quiet Young was that you knew how the Students felt like. You understood them not just when it was about school stuff but also on a personal Level. But that didn’t keep the Students from being Students. It was a quiet sunny Friday Morning as it happened. The inevitable first Accident in your class. At first you barley noticed what happened because you helped an student to cast an easy spell by fixing his posture and repeating the words with him until you heard a loud bang. Turning around you faced towards an young Slytherin still holding up his Wand towards an on the ground laying Hufflepuff Girl. Rubbing her arm you could see how her knee bled awfully.

,,Mr. Springer! You were meant to cast bewitched Snowballs. What did you do?“ Kneeling next to the blonde Girl inspecting her Arm and knees. ,,I-I tried to-“ Another Student entered the Conversation. ,,He tried to cast a colour change cast on her robes.“

,,He told me that Hufflepuff was the most unsuccessful House and that-that only Slytherins could win the Housecup next week.“ She sniffed hurt. Sighing I looked over to Mr. Springer again. ,,Is that true, Mr. Springer?“ Eye rolling he admitted his act by nodding. Getting up to your full length again you closed your eyes for a second. It was the first time you had to solve a Problem like that.

,,Miss Abett, please go to the Hospital Wing and let Madame Pomfrey take care of you. Miss Young may accompany you until you got there safely. Mr. Springer, as a Hufflepuff myself I’m deeply disappointed by your Behaviour. 10 Points will be deducted from Slytherin for dishonorable Behaviour and hurting another Student out of pure pride. And you will attend at Detention after Classes.“

Realising the Class was about to end in the next 5 Minutes you just said: ,, Class dismissed.“ So you could clean the remaining snow from the floor and then hurry to the great hall to fill your stomach with something else than just tea for today. Sitting down next to Filius Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw. ,,Ahh! Professor YLN! It’s nice to see you. How was your day?“ And as you talked about your classes and the accident from earlier the Dinner appeared and finally got to relax for the first time today. Filius assured you that incidents happen and that the way you acted was totally fine. But still you felt like the Situation wasn’t over and would bring an aftermath. Looking to your left you noticed how the Head of Slytherin himself, Severus Snape sat down next to you.

Usually you would only meet him at dinner.  ,,Professor Snape.“ You greeted him shortly knowing he didn’t appreciate Smalltalk while eating, and while walking, while Meetings and while existing to be exact. He was the only Professor that still made you feel like you did everything - e v e r y t h i n g - wrong. Filius often told you that it was just his type of Style but you couldn’t help yourself but wonder if you ever offended him in any way that he would never smile back towards you. ,,Miss YLN-, I heard that one of my Students was invited to your Detention this Afternoon, is that correct?“ Counting his words to make sure that this was the longest sentence he ever addressed towards you you almost missed the way how he addressed you. Miss? Being called Miss was making you furious it was degrading towards you as if you haven’t achieved being a Professor by the Age of 23. As if being a Woman was everything that could define you. ,,Actually, Professor Snape, My name is Professor YLN. You may also address me by my first name Y/N. But I must insist of cancelling the Miss out of your sentences whenever you address me. It’s not only inappropriate but also rude.“ You started to rush your words without repeating them in your mind once again. His expression was more than just annoyed. He looked like you spat in his drink. Furious and disappointed at the same time.

,,And also yes, I gave him Detention and deducted Points from Slytherin for his rude Behaviour.“ As you intended on downing your water from your cup Snape began to speak again. ,,Maybe you missed it but as a Hogwarts Professor you wouldn’t teach Students how to throw snow balls but teach them useful things so no. To me you’re still a young Miss who can’t make up her mind. Also, Mr. Springer won’t attend at the Detention today because the Slytherin Quidditch Team needs his Captain. He’d be free for tomorrow.“ Almost boiling out of anger your cheeks started to glow red. ,,That’s not only childish but also interrupting my teaching style. Your Housepride is incredible—“ ,, I would interrupt your teaching Style, if you only had one.“ Before you could grab your Wand to cast a spell that would shut his mouth but Filius reached to your Arm.

,,Professor, maybe we should go and have a look if Miss Abett is still at the Hospital Wing, shall we?“ Even though it was quiet well known that you were a polite, helpful and loyal Person - this man could make your blood boil within miliseconds. The other Professors were aware about that as well but as often as you thought about what you may have done to upset him like that you always came to no answer. Even Minerva or Albus could help you out but plead you for patience in the sake of Snape. Leaving the great Hall you had to take deep breaths. Actually you hated situations like that and you would never start a fight, it was against your beliefs and everything you stand for but this man- only a glance from him towards you and you’d be ready to start a fight.

As Filius talked about his classes you couldn’t get your mind of the tall man with the black hair and endless dark eyes. You are a Hufflepuff, how could this Man trigger you so easily? Yes, Hufflepuffs could fight too but you never had the urge to throw snowballs at someone else’s head as much as you did now. Reaching the Hospital Wing you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Mr. Spinger stood on the Bed next to Ms. Abett handing her a small flower and kissing her hand. Slowly getting closer you totally forgot how Professor Flitwick still followed you. ,,Mr. Springer, Ms. Abett, may I ask what’s happening?“ The smiling Miss Abett was more than just excited. ,,Jack just asked me if I wanted to go out on a Date with him!“ Jack Springer, was just blushing while he held her hand and scratched the back of his head with the other one. ,,I thought she would like me more if I would proof her how successful Slytherins are and- and maybe I choosed the wrong way of telling her so.“ Trying to save all the informations at once you nodded. ,, And that’s why you wanted to change the color of her robes so she would - that’s what you said and not I - win the Housecup with you?“ He nodded. ,,And who or what talked some sense into you and made you apologise?“

,,Plus, it’s a well known fact that Ravenclaw will definitely win the Housecup this year.“ Filius interrupted. Everyone chuckled. ,,Professor Snape told me that if I really like her I should probably be just uh nice to her.“ After the Conversation ended and everything seemed to be cleared you left the Hospital Wing alone you rushed down to your class room. Mister Springer got freed of your Detention as you told him that you’d clear things up with Professor Snape. Growing more and more nervous you actually didn’t wanted to talk to Severus at all.

Entering the Classroom you decided to grade some last test and homeworks before considering if you’d want to get poisoned today or not. Getting lost in your thoughts you almost didn’t notice how fast the time went by. Only as a knock pulled you out of your thought you had to realise how dark it had gotten and lit some candles while offering the knocking person to come in. ,,I´ll be there in a second.“ You mumbled to the Person behind you while lighting the last four candles. Turning around you almost tumbled over your own feet. ,,Professor.“ You said surprised. Severus Snape stood in the Doorframe of your classroom. If he wouldn’t have knocked before entering , you probably wouldn’t have seen him at all. His dark outfit made him melt into the dark shadows.

,,Professor YLN.“ He said and by the look on his face you could tell that it took him some mastery not to say something mean afterwards. ,,How comes that I can greet you in my classroom? Was the unbearable urge to insult my Life too strong or did you just got bored while brewing some dandelion tea?“ His face turned sour again.

,,I am not here to fight but to apologise so don’t make it this easy for me to attack you with another insult.“ Getting closer towards you he made sure that you didn’t back up instantly. ,,Apologise?“ You repeated which made you feel sorry for being so mean.

,,I talked to Minerva and she told me that you couldn’t understand my Actions completely.“ He said while not daring to look up. ,, You mean starting fights without any reason and hating me?“ Annoyed he rolled his eyes.  ,,I don’t hate you.“ He was looking for words as you searched for any sense in his words or actions. ,,I really hoped we could be good colleagues.“ Sitting down on your Desk you now were completely confused until the Coin dropped.

,,You mean like Mr. Springer and Miss Abett?“ Looking up to see your reaction he nodded. ,,I wouldn’t compare myself to an dunderhead like Mr. Springer but yes. Fighting is.. its like showing someone that I like them?“ Severus sat down across of you waiting for any type of respond. ,,Well, i´m sorry to inform you that.. that doesn’t make any sense for me.“ Severus shrugged his shoulders. ,,How else am I supposed to do so?“

Chuckling you just gestured your hands up and let them sink into your lap again. ,,Smiles?“ Giving him one of the brightest Smiles you had you waited for him to repeat after you. Uncomfortable he stretched his Lips and somehow he looked like he was in Pain through the forced situation. ,,We can work on that.“ ,,So you you accept or deny my Apologies?“ Rolling your eyes you nodded again. ,,As long as you don’t prank me with this only to make me feel safe now and poison my tea in the morning I am willing to accept your apology.“ His Expression was as hard as stone until a small smirk crept around his Lips. ,,I can’t deny that I haven’t thought about it before. But for now you’re safe.“ Laughing loudly you were deeply grateful that you could burry the war times.

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[gather-potter-heads]

Childhood Friends; D.M. pt.2

Read Pt.1  first if you didn’t!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

Summary: You and Draco being childhood friends and starting to catch feelings for him and him also catching feeling for you! ( No Voldemort)

Warning:  Fluff, and maybe a bit cringe?

A/N: This is part two of my first fan fiction! Hope you like it!

(credits to the owner of gif, not mine)

As you saw the rosy cheeks on the silver haired boy your heart skipped a beat. You looked down at you hand and saw that your hand and Draco’s were making contact. That is when you started to have feelings for Draco. You woke yourself up and moved your hand from Draco’s. You snapped your finger in front of Draco’s face and he shook his head and woke up too. 

“What were you thinking about?” You asked with a bit of laughter.

“None of your business mudblo- I mean y/n.” Draco said with a shy and annoyed face.

You knew your friend too well that he never gets annoyed or, rude with you. So you knew that he was just trying to act tough. It was always adorable for you to see him like that. When Draco gets on his soft side, he was so sweet and cute. 

...

You guys finished your amortentia and now, it was time to test it to see if, the potion was working and if it was made right. You took a sniff. You could smell expensive cologne, green apples, and the flowers in Narcissa’s garden. It was a very familiar scent. You smelled it sense you were young. Then y/n realized that the scent was also coming from the boy right next to her. The person that she was smelling in the amortentia was Draco! But you denied it. You believed that there was something wrong with the amortentia that you and Draco made. Then Draco asked you, 

“ What do you smell?”

“ I’m not s-sure. Ha.Ha.Ha. I think we made the amortentia wrong..” You lied.

Then Draco looked at you with a confused face because he never made a potion wrong. He went closer to the cauldron and took a sniff. His face was making different expressions. First confusion, then more of a concentrated look then, his eyes got big and his body shot up. If was like as if he smelled someone that he liked. Then he said,

“ This is the first time I managed to fail on making a potion! Did you give me the wrong ingredients?!”

“ No, I didn’t! Don’t try to blame it on me.” You replied.

Then Professor Slughorn came to your table and took a sniff into the cauldron. Then she said with a smile,

“ Well done Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Y/l! I can smell the wonderful scent of my wife!” Let’s just say he has a wife.

‘No way! If Professor Slughorn could smell his wife then it means that We made the potions right which means..!!!!’ You thought you were out of your mind! You really did smell Draco in there! Unlike you, Draco had a smirk forming on his face. He asked you who you smelled in the potion. You didn’t tell a word to him. 

“ Well, fine. if you don’t tell me I won't too.” Draco said while crossing his arms

With the words he spoke, half of you wanted to know what he smelled and the half of you didn’t want to. But, there was going to be a Slytherin vs Hufflepuff quidditch match the day after tomorrow. So you said,

“ Fine! I will tell you, but only on one condition.”

With that, Draco’s crossed arms started to loosen a bit and it seemed he was interested. 

“ Slytherin has to win the match against Hufflepuff on the day after tomorrow. Then I will happily tell you straight after the game has ended. “ You finished with a confident face that your house would win this time.

“ And what if Slytherin looses?” He asked leaning into you with his hand on the table to give him balance.

“ Then I won’t tell you. Deal?”

“ Deal.” He answered.

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Finally, it was the day of the match. You were on the Hufflepuff bench and you could see Draco on the Slytherin bench. your heart was beating so loudly in the hopes that Hufflepuff would win the match. on the other hand Draco wanted the Slytherins could win the match to see if you like him too. 

Actually, Draco had smelled you in the amortentia. He could also smell the flowers that were from his mother’s garden and sweet candy scents and your cologne that you loved to wear. 

You waited for the match to start and Madam Hooch entered the quidditch pitch. Then the Hufflepuff players entered and so did the Slytherins everyone was roaring and cheering their team before the game. All the players got into position and the quaffle was released, high into the air. The players zoomed across the sky and everyone tried to see who had the quaffle. The chasers zoomed and pushed each other and the buldgers were going wild and knocking people off their brooms. Little by little the points were getting stacked and stacked and stacked. Hufflepuff was on the lead by 30 points. Until it looked like the Slytherin seeker has found the snitch. The Hufflepuff seeker also spotted the snitch. The went after the snitch and the snitch was suddenly gone but not disappeared. The snitch was in the Slytherin seeker’s hands. 

Slytherin Won. 

A/N: Thank you for reading this. I will come back with a part 3 which I hope soon will come out! 

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[funkymbtifiction]

Thanks a lot for answering! I wonder could you please give examples of everyday deeds/types of behavior of different primaries and secondaries? Like what are they like when there's a school test or when they need to visit a doctor? The more the better. Something more down-to-earth than the situations from the fantasy movies listed on the website that may never take place in the real world, something found in everyday life that will help someone identify themselves and mb others around them

I’m not sure I can do that, because frankly, your Primary House is a state of mind. It’s what you want and how you feel about things (or do not feel, in the case of Ravenclaws, ahem). But I can talk about a few things, particularly in response to Harry Potter, that can shed light on the state of mind of the Primary.

What I have most noticed about people in general is that we all have a built-in bias, and in order to find our true type—whether that is our MBTI type, our Enneagram core and tritype, or our Hogwarts House combination—we must abandon our ego defenses. What does that mean? We have to overcome our biases and want to know our true self, and own it, more than we want to fight against an answer that might not please us. In the Enneagram, I’ve noticed particular biases against being a 2 or a 6. Everyone wants to be the more “glamorous” 4 or the elusive, bookworm 5.

Harry Potter, for better or worse, introduced us to the concept of Hogwarts Houses, but also introduced us to a bias, because it made Gryffindor the most glamorous House, due to all the main characters (however unrealistically) hailing from that House. Or, at least, all the main characters we like. Ravenclaw is full of wise weirdos like Luna Lovegood, who irrationally believes in things no one can prove. Slytherin is host to mostly back-stabbing, snobbish cheaters. And Hufflepuff is an “afterthought” where all “the boring, nice people are.”

What I like about Sorting Hat Chats is… they made the entire system more interesting and a lot fairer. Now, Slytherin isn’t the only House with villains automatically placed in it: their villains have to be specific in their love (and not betray their family, because it is the house of My Family is My Life). This also means people, fictional or real, who prioritize their loved ones, are Slytherins. Such as Mr. Darcy, or Katniss Everdeen. Suddenly, being a Slytherin doesn’t seem so bad, right? Not if you are loyal to the ones you love! That alone will appeal to the mindset of a Slytherin, because they will think, “Of COURSE I am. Of COURSE my loved ones come first! They SHOULD!”

I have friends in all four Primary Houses, but I will use myself as an example of the Ravenclaw. When I was reading the books, having all the main characters in Gryffindor bothered me, because not only did it show a bias, but I felt some of the main characters ‘belonged’ in other Houses—such as Remus Lupin being a Hufflepuff rather than a Gryffindor. I also felt like Hermione belonged in Ravenclaw. But that is neither here nor there… my objections to the system came from the logical flaws in how she arranged it. It wasn’t realistic to have everyone ‘important’ or ‘admirable’ within the story come from Gryffindor. It was easier to have them share Common Rooms, but people don’t isolate like that and only befriend someone from their House. They look for like-minded friends who share interests, and would make them all over the place. It was my little Ravenclaw brain, pulling away at her system and finding flaws in its logic, but reacting from a place of logical reasoning rather than moral indignation.

When I took the SHC test, it placed me in Slytherin. And I was not opposed to that. In fact, I explored it for a long time, as I thought about how I respond in various situations. Slytherin appealed to me, because… I wish I could stand up for my family automatically. I wish I could prioritize my loved ones all the time. But I kept hitting upon the fact that – I like to think about things in a detached manner, and come to what I feel is a rational consensus. It’s more clinical and less emotional than Slytherins are—and it helped at the time that I knew a Slytherin, and could easily see both how possessive she was of people (they are “mine to protect” – she always reminded me of Slytherin Sam Gamgee in The Lord of the Rings, with his “MY MR. FRODO”) and how, without fail, her sister came before even me, her best friend. Through comparison, I knew I had to be something else. So in typical Ravenclaw fashion, I went through and considered them all. Because, as a Ravenclaw, I want to be RIGHT more than protect my ego. I am always looking for the truth, even when it hurts. And I am always measuring the world against an ideal in my head, built up of my belief system. I do not go against my beliefs; I mold myself to them. And it shocks me to find others who do not, but who claim to be the same as I am. I take, for example, my Christian faith seriously—so what do you mean you are ignoring what your faith says, and doing whatever you want??? YOU MOLD TO YOUR BELIEFS, DON’T YOU? Well, yes, if you are a Ravenclaw, you do. If you are any other House, you do not.

The Hufflepuff Primary I know has a far more ‘felt’ opinion of the books and their sorting system. She got livid reading them, and thinking about how constantly unfair it all was, how biased Rowling was, and how Dumbledore was clearly playing favorites constantly with Gryffindor House. She developed a bad attitude about him as a result… which, of course, is coming from her being a Hufflepuff. To a Hufflepuff, people come first. They are all treated fairly and seen as equals. You do not discriminate, you do not alienate, you do not give unfair favors to Harry and his friends, just so Gryffindor can win the House Cup over and over again. She was actually so angry about this, from a Hufflepuff perspective, that she was willing to be a Slytherin in defiance of ‘The System’ until she realized that kind of mindset is… pure Hufflepuff. “You are not being fair about this, I will oppose you.” It’s all instinctual, it’s all emotional, and it’s all loyalty to the human race, which includes Slytherins. (This caused us some friction for awhile, until I realized it was “just a Hufflepuff” objection, because... how can you be mad at Dumbledore for that? It’s just a convenient plot device in the book! ... says the Ravenclaw who isn’t getting too emotionally involved. ;)

The Slytherin I know, by the way, denied being a Slytherin at first, because she felt ashamed of it. She has been taught to act like a Hufflepuff, that she SHOULD care about everyone all the time, but… she does not. She cares about her loved ones the most, and she would protect them above other people, every time. I pointed out to her that Hufflepuff fits her less than Slytherin, because “You ARE Katniss. You told me that once. That you identified so heavily with her, because you would go into the arena for your Prim.” And then she admitted it, and saw the gloriousness that is being a loyal Slytherin.

The Gryffindor I know is always looking for a Cause, and… as a Ravenclaw, I find that exhausting. She wants to be mad about things, because that anger gives her the fire she needs to do something about it. She has taken on big Causes by financially supporting the Causes she cares about, and done physical things about smaller Causes. For example, as a teenager, she came upon three guys tormenting a dog. It made her so livid, she charged straight at them, swearing and screaming at them to leave the animal alone, and it scared them all so much, they turned tail and ran. She just knew it was the right thing to do, and she and I often butt heads a lot, because she expects everyone else (meaning me) to be as passionate as she is about doing the ‘right thing.’ My more detached “well, let’s look at both sides of this issue” has no place in her black and white Gryffindor mind (no, that is WRONG).

Secondary Houses are… something that may take a little more time to figure out, as you think about how you handle the ‘unexpected.’

Gryffindors… have to speak up if they see an injustice, or hear something they disagree with. They are they person who cannot keep their mouth shut, they need to voice their opinion. They don’t care if you don’t like it or don’t agree, to not state their views would be antagonistic to their central self. My Hufflepuff friend is a Gryffindor Secondary. Not only did she get mad about the biases in Harry Potter, she complained loudly about it, to me, and to other people, and even in a blog post, because the injustice of it needed drawn-attention to, and dealt with, and she doesn’t really care if you disagree. That’s just how she rolls, about EVERYTHING. Because Gryffindor Secondaries state their views. They see an injustice, and they rush toward it. (My Gryffindor friend is also a Gryffindor Secondary: see dog being abused, rush in to do something about it!)

Ravenclaws… want to prepare for everything, and then rely on their own skill set to handle problems as they arise. They are the person who, when their bike breaks down halfway home, consider what they know about bikes (can they fix this easily?), and what they know about public transportation (am I going to be able to catch a bus home?), and make decisions from there. Or who study for a test in advance and show up, only to panic because they found out they read the wrong chapter in the book and know nothing about it. My father is a Gryffindor with a Ravenclaw Secondary, and he over-prepares himself with any useful knowledge he thinks he might need to combat a wide variety of situations—and then is stumped if confronted by something he did not prepare for, and knows nothing about. He is always trying to think ahead and prepare so that he doesn’t have to improvise anything at the last second—because he sucks at it.

It was a comparison with him that actually shifted me away from assuming I had a Ravenclaw Secondary, because… I don’t suck at improvising. I’m actually quite good at it. And I don’t over-prepare, because in true Hufflepuff Secondary position, I figure I can ask someone for help. And they always give it to me. But what really cemented the deal for me, in terms of recognizing my Puff Secondary House, were two—no, make that three, truths from my life. 1) Ravenpuffs distill complex information and put it back out into the world for others to enjoy (hello, Funky!). 2) Puff Secondaries show up and do the tireless work, clock the hours, and are highly reliable, which is… me. I have run this site day in and day out for years. I am punctual, fastidious, I put my responsibilities ahead of all else (even turning down fun occasions because I need to work), and I will painstakingly work on perfecting something, finishing something, improving something, or polishing something (even when I’m bored). In short, I show up and do the work. And 3) the truth that Puff Secondaries have friends to stand up for them, because they have proven themselves reliable and trustworthy, is no joke. A few years ago, I had trouble with someone online and, without being asked, three of our mutual friends came to my defense. Proof of the Puff.

Lastly, Slytherin Secondaries are highly adaptable. It’s no problem for them to shift their approach given the needs of the situation. It’s the equivalent of a friend you admire, but who puzzles you (if you don’t share their Slytherin Secondary trait) because… it seems like they are a different person everywhere you go, because whatever is needed, they can become it. They are the person who has no trouble with change and no need to plan, because they just trust that it’s all going to work out fine, based on their ability to adapt. It’s the person who shows up at a friend’s birthday party expecting it to be formal, finds out it’s casual, sneaks into the bathroom to rearrange their attire, and emerges ready to play Twister. Or who will be serious with you, joke constantly with your brother, and behave like a saint around your mom, according to whatever works and appeals to you the best.

Hope some of that helps, though it wasn’t explicitly what you asked for. Best this ENFP can do, since in-depth sensory specific examples require a heck of a lot more Si than I’ve got. :P

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The Keeper of the Diamond (Severus Snape x reader & Lucius Malfoy x reader)

By yan-senna

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Chapter 14

TW: Fears and mentions of death and torture

As the Trio leaves, Y/N turns her attention to Snape. “So, how is the training session going to work, sir?” she shyly asks.

Snape sighs. “You do not have to call me sir when we are alone. Unless you want to, of course” he says as he raises an eyebrow at her. He then continues. “And it is pretty simple - You will try to attack me with your powers. I will try to attack you as well as you try to block my spells. Think of it as a Wizarding duel” he explains.

Y/N widens her eyes. “I don’t want to attack you, Professor Snape” she says, worried that she might accidentally hurt him.

He gives a sarcastic chuckle at that. “Well, you will have to. Unless you do not wish to train your powers?” he questions her while raising an eyebrow.

“Okay. I will try” Y/N finally says as she sighs.

“So, do you have the diamond with you?” Snape then asks. Y/N nods as she takes the glowing diamond out of the pocket in her cloak and shows it to him.

“Good. Rictusempra!” he calmly exclaims while pointing his wand at her. Y/N doesn’t react in time and is hit by the spell.

She starts to laugh, uncontrollably, as she holds her sides. “Why- haha, didn’t you- hahaha, warn me?” she asks through giggles.

Snape rolls his eyes. “The Dark Lord does not warn his victims before he tortures or kills them” he simply says as he undoes the spell. Y/N finally stops laughing as she slowly calms down.

“Right. Of course. That makes sense. By the way, I would have expected you to use Expelliarmus and not the Tickling Charm” she states, looking confused at him.

Snape just smirks at her. “I was indeed considering that. However, I simply could not turn down the opportunity of tickling you” he admits as Y/N starts blushing at that.

There’s a short moment of silence. “Right. Okay, I’m ready” Y/N states, her cheeks still a bit red.

Nodding, Snape starts again. “Rictusempra!” he exclaims. This time, Y/N concentrates as she thinks of blocking the spell. It works.

“Good. Now, try to attack me” he tells her.

Y/N gulps as she once again concentrates. Snape is hit in the chest by a force as he groans and falls to the ground. Gasping, Y/N hurries to his side and helps him up. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” she exclaims, feeling bad.

Snape rolls his eyes at her. “This is only good. You caught me by surprise and were able to attack me” he sighs, still a bit surprised that she got him on the floor so easily. Nodding, Y/N helps Snape to sit on his chair by his desk.

“Your performance in Potions class today was quite exquisite, by the way. I am impressed” Snape suddenly admits after he sits down. Y/N is taken aback by his statement. Snape just complimented her.

She gives him a shy smile. “Thank you. Though, I never thought Severus Snape would be complimenting a Gryffindor” she says as she chuckles.

Snape once again rolls his eyes. “You are not a Gryffindor. You are just pretending to be, remember? Besides, I think you would do excellent in Slytherin. However, I could also see you in Hufflepuff” he tells her.

Y/N smiles at that. “Actually, I took a test on something called Pottermore in our dimension. I got Hufflepuff. Even though I fully agree with it, I wanted to be a Slytherin” she admits to him.

Snape raises an eyebrow at her. “Indeed? And why is that?” he questions her curiously.

Y/N’s cheeks turn a bright red colour. “W-well, first off, my favourite colour is green. And also, that would make you my Head of House…” she admits as she looks away from him.

Snape smirks at her. He then puts a finger under her chin to make her look at him. “Is that so?” he simply asks. Y/N slowly nods. “Hmm, green would suit you quite well” Snape says as he hums. Y/N’s cheeks turn an even brighter colour at that.

They are interrupted as the door is opened without a knock. “Y/N, it’s time for Defence Against the Dark Arts” Harry states as he enters.

Snape rises from his chair and takes a few steps away from Y/N. “Your training session is dismissed, Ms. Y/L/N. You did an acceptable job today” he says in his usual monotone voice. Smiling, Y/N thanks Snape as she bows and takes her leave.

Harry looks at Y/N and then at Snape. “What are you looking at, Potter? Go to your class. And next time, you will remember to knock on the door” Snape growls at the Boy Who Lived. Cheeks slightly pink from embarrassment, Harry quickly turns around and starts to leave with Y/N.

As they slowly reach for the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Harry looks at Y/N. “So, how did the training go?” he questions.

Y/N chuckles a bit. “It went pretty good. I blocked one of his spells and even hit him. He also even complimented my performance in Potions class” she reveals to him.

Harry looks shocked. Snape complimented someone? “Really?” he asks, bewildered.

“Yeah, he even said I would do excellent in Slytherin” she says as she smiles at the thought.

They finally reach the classroom as they enter and sit with Hermione, Ron and Neville. Not long after, Lupin enters as well.

“Hello, class. I hope you all are good. Today we will be reviewing our lessons on Boggarts. Which is why we will be practicing the spell “Riddikulus”. You all remember that one, right? Good. Now, follow me” the professor states as he starts walking. Everybody follows Lupin and stands in front of a closet.

“Now, remember. Think of what scares you the most. When you see it in front of you, say “Riddikulus” as you think of a way to make it funny” he explains as the students then form a line.

Y/N gets slightly nervous. She can’t use the spell. Lupin senses her concern and approaches her as he gently puts a hand on her shoulder. “Do not worry, Y/N. Just use your powers and think of making the Boggart funny to you” he whispers so only she can hear it. Nodding, Y/N joins the line. In front of her are Neville and Ron.

“Good. Are you ready, Mr. Longbottom?” Lupin gently asks Neville. The boy looks like he could throw up any minute. Nodding, he nervously puts his wand up. Lupin then opens the closet door. Everybody holds their breath. Out of the closet comes Professor Snape, glaring at Neville.

“R-Riddikulus!” Neville says in a small voice, trembling with fear. Snape is suddenly wearing a woman’s clothing and a big hat with feathers. Everybody starts laughing. Y/N also can’t help but laugh. Snape looks really funny.

“Good. Very good. It suits him. Mr. Weasley, your turn” Lupin gently says. Ron gulps as he prepares himself. Out comes a gigantic spider.

“Riddikulus!” Ron yells in a high-pitched voice. The spider can’t keep its balance as it’s struggling with now wearing roller skates on its long legs. Everybody once again laughs.

“Very good. Ms. Y/L/N?” Lupin then says, giving her an encouraging smile. Y/N slowly approaches with the wand in her hand. However, she didn’t even think of what scares her the most.

If she did, her Boggart would definitely have been to walk down stairs. Yes, that’s right. She absolutely hates walking down the stairs. She’s always afraid that she might miss a step and fall down to her death. That, and the sound of bees.

As her Boggart enters the room, everybody gives a loud gasp. It’s not the stairs nor the bees. It’s none other than Lord Voldemort, smiling at Y/N evilly. She can’t move. She can’t move at all. She can’t even blink.

Lupin quickly decides to end it. “Riddikulus!” he yells while pointing his wand at the Boggart. Voldemort suddenly turns into a popping balloon and floats back into the closet aggressively. “Class dismissed” Lupin then slowly states.

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Flirting prompts - Hyung Line x Reader

Hello hello I saw this post a few weeks (months?) ago and I really want to use them as a prompt so I will lol. Hope you enjoy and if you ever want to request something, please do! I love to write and quarantine gives me time but my creative brain juice is drying up lol so help a girl out :) 

How the Hogwarts houses flirt Gryffindor: But is it morally okay for me to secretly wish your relationship doesn't work out?

Hufflepuff: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T AN ANIMAL PERSON WE ARE GOING TO A PET STORE RIGHT NOW AND ADOPTING ONE

Ravenclaw: Let's be workout buddies. Marathons count even if they're for movies, right?

Slytherin: I don't like your clothes. Take them off.

RM:

You were studying in the library when the sharp, scraping sound of the chair next to you made you look up from your books. You had read so many spells in the last few hours, they were all darting before your eyes, taunting you. You sighed as you looked at your best friend, Namjoon, opening up the same book you had in front of you.

“How are you holding up?” He asked, “Getting any wiser?” You sighed in frustration as you slammed the book shut.

“No,” You picked up your wand and practiced some of the movements without voicing the spells. “The longer I look at them, the less distinguishable they are to me. The exam is in a few days, and Peter keeps nagging about our Hogsmeade date tomorrow. I don’t think I have time to go, but he’s so insistent. Maybe I can practice some on the way. Oh Merlin!” You exclaimed, as you accidentally thrusted your wand a bit too aggressively during your rant, and made one of the book stands collapse. Mrs Pince was behind you in an instant, and almost literally tried to throw you out of the library, whilst simultaneously waving her wand around to mend the fallen books.

“Maybe look at what she’s doing,” Namjoon said with a smirk, but changed his expression when he saw your gloomy face. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry. I can help you study every day until the test comes. You can do this. Maybe just go to bed early today, get some rest, and we’ll continue the spells tomorrow.” You locked eyes with him and nodded, a forced smile on your face.

“I wish I could do tomorrow. Stupid Hogsmeade is waiting for me. I don’t even have enough sickles to last me a butterbeer or two.” You dodged one of the ghost that suddenly rounded the corner, and slacked dramatically against the wall of the corridor until you were seated on the ground, your bag full of textbooks discarded next to you. Namjoon scooted before you and stuck out his hand towards you.

“Why are you so nice?” You scoffed, but still took his hand and let him pull you up.

“I’m not.” He replied, as he gave you your bag and continued the walk.

“You are.” You said, matter-of-factly.

“Definitely not,” He stated. “For example, I took the last muffin during breakfast this morning, even though it was plainly obvious Jin wanted it.” You snorted, and stopped to look at him.

“You are still nice.”

“And for example, is it morally okay for me to secretly wish your relationship doesn’t work out?” He turned a bit red, but kept looking at you. You broke the eye contact as you walked away.

“No.” You said, as you pushed your bag on your shoulder. “But I do too sometimes.”

Jin

“Isn’t it the perfect weather for a quidditch game?” Jin exclaimed, as he eagerly looked up to the quidditch pitch you two were approaching. “A small breeze, not too cold, not to warm. No clear skies, but no dark clouds either, just cloudy enough to block the sun. Merlin, what I would give to be up on a broom right now!” If he would have on with him, he probably would have, you thought.

“Isn’t it the perfect day to watch a quidditch game without having someone shout in your ear all the time?” You said, and Jin squinted at you. 

“Such a sour plum today, Y/N.” Jin said, as he threw his arm around you shoulders and bopped your nose. “It’s way too good of a day to not be happy.” 

You entered the quidditch pitch, and the two teams were already warming up, flying in circles and throwing balls up and down the field. A quaffle came soaring towards you, but Jin caught it with his right hand. A figure quickly flew towards you, halting in mid air as he waited for Jin to throw back the quaffle.

“Hey Y/N, be careful around the pitch, okay? Don’t want any bruises on your pretty face.” Your boyfriend winked at you, and Jin reluctantly gave him the quaffle. You quickly wished him good luck and during your trek up to the best seats around the pitch, Jin was remarkably quiet.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” You asked as you finally sat down, way up high.

“I know he’s your boyfriend and all, but I still think I’m the better player.” He kept following the boy on the broom with eyes that almost shot daggers. 

“Well, the team captain doesn’t think that.” You said, receiving one of the eye-daggers yourself. “I’m sorry Jin,” You lowered your voice, and put your hand on his. “I know how badly you wanted to play, but you were a starter last year! And first replacement if someone gets injured! Besides, you’re a prefect too! You won’t even have enough time to play and keep an eye on all the troublemakers in the school.” He smiled at that, and slightly squeezed your hand before he let go.

“You’re right, I know you’re right.” He let his eyes wander back to the game that was about to begin. “I also don’t like him as a person.” You laughed out loud.

“So you have said. Many times.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile lingered on your face. “He’s nice, Jin. At least to me.”

“Well, he better be.” Jin scoffed. You understood Jin, really. Your boyfriend didn’t have the best reputation. Him sending one of the bludgers into a Slytherin’s face just now and blatantly laughing about it didn’t help his case. 

“He’s… interesting.” You just said. “I just want-”

“But is it morally okay for me to secretly wish your relationship doesn’t work out?” Jin intercepted, and you looked at him with shock in your eyes.

“Well, it’s not secret anymore.” You said, still a bit perplexed. You looked from Jin, to the brooms flying through the air, back to Jin, who was still looking at you. “But I guess, you should never give up that hope.” 

He smiled at you, turning his eyes back to the game. After a few quiet moments, he started to commentate as usual. You relaxed, sat back in your seat, and finished watching the game, and your boyfriend being hit by a bludger in the face, with a sly smile on your face.

J-Hope

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T AN ANIMAL PERSON? WE ARE GOING TO A PET STORE RIGHT NOW AND ADOPTING ONE!” Hobi yelled as you walked with him through the halls on your way to the courtyard, his voice echoing through the ancient castle walls, almost amplifying his voice even more.

“You are overreacting.” You said, grabbing his yellow-and-black scarf and gently pulling it to get his attention. It worked, as his eyes settled on you. “I just said I don’t necessarily see the need in people having pets at the castle.” You continued.

“The need is: pets are awesome and cute and fluffy and a buddy for life!” Hoseok beamed, no doubt thinking about his little black kitten, probably curled up on his bed, waiting for him in the dorms.

“I thought I was your buddy for life?” You teased.

“Yes,” He said, as he teasingly poked your side. “But you can’t always cuddle with me. A small, cute pet can! The pet can keep you warm at night if I can’t enter the dormitories and you can’t sneak to mine.” He reasoned, and you puffed out some cold air when you entered the path towards Hogsmeade. As you walked through the barren British air, your hands found his and your fingers intertwined, his heat radiating through the gloves and warming you up.

“I still don’t get it, don’t you have pets at home?” Hobi started again, and you sighed.

“Yeah, we have a dog that’s been in the family for ages. He’s old but still hanging on, he’s been there as long as me probably.” You smiled at the memory of your family hanging on the couch, the old, muffy dog sprawled on the floor.

“Okay, hear me out. A family dog is awesome too, but having one for yourself? Doesn’t that sound great?” He almost beamed as he spoke the words, and you chuckled.

“But that also means I have to take care of it, whereas my parents mostly take care of the old dog I have at home. Besides, I already have you to take care of, so in a way, you’re my pet.” Hoseok fawned fake hurt at this.

“Are you saying you don’t like me? After all, you aren’t an animal person.” You rolled your eyes, but a smile was still stuck on your face.

“Am I not taking you out on a walk right now? You can’t ask too much of me, Hobi.”

After a short while, you finally arrived at the wizard town. At Hogwarts, you’re allowed to keep some small animals, including cats and owls. Your mom has always been fond of frogs, so you were thinking about getting a toad, if you really had to get a pet. Hobi hated this idea, as a slimy toad would debunk his argument of your pet being the best cuddle buddy to have, besides him. You spotted the pet’s place and entered, a small bell signaling your arrival to the owner. Hoseok was gone in an instant, off to pet some cats. You sighed and strolled after him. Cats did not really interest you that much. Owls were okay, they could deliver notes and letters so they had a usefulness to them, but they would also defecate everywhere. You left Hoseok behind and finally ended up near the toads, their croaking drawing you in. You were looking at them, a total of five, and actually liked the little creatures. They weren’t fluffy, or cute, by default. They didn’t have big eyes or small, pink noses, but they were interesting. 

You felt two arms wrap around you and the weight of a head leaning on you, which woke you from your daze.

“I want that one.” You said, pointing at the toad nearest to you, silently lounging on a rock. He wasn’t as warty as the others, and a shade of green. “I like that one.”

So Hobi bought it for you, along with a cage to fill with water and greens. So at night, you would listen to the song of the toad, and imagine it was Hoseok, then tell him that the next day to annoy him. But if one could not sing you to sleep, the other would.

Suga

It was a breezy Sunday afternoon, and you and your friends we’re lounging near the lake, trying to enjoy some of the sun before another busy week of classes would begin. Some people we’re discussing the latest quidditch game, arguing about whether Gryffindor had deserved the win. You just closed your eyes and tilted your head back, enjoying the warm sensation of the sunshine that shone on your face. Someone sat beside you, the grass rustling under this person’s body. 

“I can’t believe this is our last taste of free time before our OWLS start.” Yoongi said, and you opened one eye to look at him. His normally neat attire was bit messy today, his tie hung loosely around his neck. His robe hadn’t even left the dungeons today, as he was just clothed in the simple pullover, the green and silver crest worn proudly on his chest. 

“Me neither. You replied, shifting to sit up a bit more upright, and scooting a bit closer towards Yoongi. Unintentionally, of course. You yawned, and stifled it by holding a hand before your mouth. “Looks like the weekend still didn’t help me regain some much needed sleeping hours.” Yoongi laughed quietly.

“I think none of us sleep enough these days.” He looked at you, his eyes darting downwards towards the sweater you were wearing. You knitted it together with your grandma over the Christmas break, in your proud house colors. You loved it, as it reminded you of home and also smelled like home. “I don't like your clothes. Take them off.”

You raised your eyebrows to him, and simply said: “No.”

“Feisty.” He replied, and you stared back at him, continuing the intense eye contact.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” You asked.

“What if I am?” He replied, and you lost the battle by looking away, trying to hide your blush.

“I’d advise you to try another tactic.” You just said, leaning back into the sun again, closing your eyes, and trying to escape this awkward conversation. You’ve liked Yoongi for a while now, but he isn’t the most talkative, and when you’re with the big group, it’s hard to find time alone to talk to him. This proved to be true this time too, as some other people decided to join you in this place of sunshine, and started some small talk with the two of you, ending the conversation.

You just exited the great hall, eating your belly round of the delicious foods served at supper, when you heard someone call your name. You turned around, surprised to see that it was Yoongi, catching up to you. He matched your pace easily, and didn’t say anything at first. You were perplexed, and also unsure of what to say, plus majorly crushing, which didn’t help the situation at all.

“Did you make this sweater yourself?” He asked, and you looked at him, chuckling.

“I thought you said you didn’t like my clothes.” Now it was his turn to blush, but he didn’t look away from you.

“You said to try another tactic, so I’m trying. Did you make it?” You slightly shook your head in disbelief, but also didn’t quite understand that he was in fact trying to flirt with you again.

“Yes, actually. Together with my grandma, she taught me over winter break.” You said, absentmindedly stroking over the slightly oversized sweater.

“I do like it.” He said, and you glared at him. “I do! Before was just a… failed attempt at being smooth, I guess.”

“I forgive you.” You said. “But only if you treat me to a butterbeer after the OWLS are over.” He beamed at this.

“Done. And maybe you can make a sweater like this in my house colors too?

“We’ll see about that.” You said, still smiling when you parted ways to enter your common room.

Maknae line is on the way :)

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The Right Sort

Summary: You had disliked being sorted into Hufflepuff almost as much as you hated Park Jinyoung. When you found out about a book that only Ravenclaw could access, you decided you were done playing fair.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: Hogwarts au / enemies to lovers au / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Welcome to the week of Spellbound! This week there is a lot of witchcraft happening on the blog and today we are headed to Hogwarts. Admittedly, this is a world I’ve never written before and haven’t read the books in forever so if it’s not accurate, please don’t hate me. 

Word count: 2865

[Frightful October Masterlist]

“You’re a Hufflepuff, Y/N. Stop trying so hard to be something else.”

It was all you would ever hear, from your family or fellow students and it honestly made your blood boil. You were certain the sorting hat had made a mistake putting you under the badger house. Sure, you couldn’t deny you had some of the traits of a Hufflepuff, you were hard-working, dedicated and fair, which did help you achieve all that you had at Hogwarts so far.

Yet, you always craved more.

You were far too jealous of the Ravenclaw house. You had all but pleaded with the sorting hat to put you in the academic house in your first year here, but it was adamant there was only one sort for you and that was the colours yellow and black. You tried your best to still do well with your studies, but there was an unspoken saying that witches or wizards under Hufflepuff were lesser than other houses. You were the exception of this, with the highest scores in every test you took for your house.

Still, you were no match for some of the Ravenclaw students and your uncanny competitive streak did nothing but cause animosity between you and the students in blue and bronze. They had better access to spellbooks and potion training than you, and although you excelled in Herbology over many Ravenclaws, you still weren’t at the top.

No, that spot was taken by Park Jinyoung for every subject.

Oh, how you wanted to beat him at least just once in something. To top his scores, to hear the Professors say more than, ‘Well done, Y/N! You almost got the top marks in class today.’

You desired to have more knowledge and were determined to get there.

After six years of training at Hogwarts, you were done with being complacent. Especially when you overheard Jinyoung talking with Raisa and Delia about perusing some ancient book of wizardry knowledge. Interest piqued, you moved over to them in your seat. “What book is this?”

All three fell silent, Jinyoung shooting you a smirk. “Now why would you need to know, Y/N?”

“Why should I not? We’re all of the same year level here.”

Delia glanced at Raisa and then sighed. “It’s for Ravenclaw students only. It’s up to us to uncover the code to gain access. Sorry, Y/N, but being Huffle-”

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence,” Raisa commented, nudging her friend. “Y/N doesn’t like when you point out what house she’s in, remember?”

“You should be a good little badger and go back to the herb garden,” Jinyoung added on with a snicker and you gaped at his smug expression, the satisfied student now dragging his friends off so you were out of ear’s reach of their conversation.

You decided right there and then, you would be the one to crack the code on the book.

“You can’t do that,” Youngjae whined, pulling on your arm as you packed your bag. “No one has ever broken into the Ravenclaw common room from Hufflepuff!”

“No one has had the guts to try, you mean,” you countered and your friend pouted at you. You loved Youngjae, you did, but he was also the one who would fret about any grand ideas you came up with. Over the years, he had been adamant in convincing you to follow in the steps of Newt Scamander and focus on your animal husbandry rather than becoming the greatest witch of your era. He didn’t seek the world of knowledge as you did and preferred to live a quiet, uneventful life.

Yugyeom, who was sighing every few moments worriedly over your plans, also preferred when you didn’t try to outdo your fellow house members. “Y/N, it’s impractical. What if you get caught trying to break in? Their booby traps surely would be far worse than our vinegar barrels.”

“I’m smart enough to see through them,” you confirmed and your two best friends sighed again. “Guys, look. I’m not going to let Jinyoung beat me again in the exams. I’m going to do better this time.”

“We’ve heard you say this every year. It’s a huge achievement to be as high as you get in exams, Y/N. You topped all the old records for our house last time too.”

Youngjae nodded at Yugyeom’s words. “Besides, this goes against what we stand for. Even you believe in fairness.”

“Precisely,” you agreed, and Youngjae frowned as you smiled. “Jinyoung is clearly the problem here. He’s not playing fair in the slightest. I expect that kind of behaviour from a Slytherin, not a Ravenclaw. Sure, they can be exclusive, but when they’re not around him, both Delia and Raisa are lovely. It’s him who started this.”

“And yet you don’t have to finish it.”

“She will,” Yugyeom concluded with his umpteenth sigh. “Y/N always has to try.”

You set out the following afternoon during study break. You knew most of the Ravenclaw students to be in the library at this time every day, and normally you were no exception to this either. However, with the common room being empty, it would be your best chance to sneak in and steal the book. Of course, you would return it when you were done, but you needed at least one look at it. You had demanded the opportunity multiple times to access the restricted area of the library for the Book of Spells, and learned a great deal from your studies of it. If the Book of Worldly Knowledge was anything like that, well, it was exactly what had you propelled towards the Ravenclaw home ground in the first place.

You needed to get into that book.

Heading to the castle’s towers, you felt a pang in your chest as you ascended the winding staircase. This would be your route most days had you made it into your preferred house. You had heard that the way to get in would be through a complicated riddle, and that was one thing you were adept in. Your father was a Ravenclaw and had told you riddles your whole life.

And when you heard the click of the door opening after answering one, you pushed on the bronze eagle head knocker, marvelling that you had made it in on the first try.

“Proof I should have been in here all along,” you murmured to yourself, closing the door behind you and looking around yourself. Unlike the homey vibe of your own common room, Ravenclaw’s made you feel ambitious just standing in there staring at the vast domed ceiling littered in stars. It took you some effort to tear away from your awe of the place and start searching for the book, but you quickly started to rummage when you did so. It didn’t take you long, finding the book over in an alcove desk unattended.

You attempted to open it, and the eye on the front of the book rolled awake, glaring at you in warning. Smiling to yourself, you sat down and started to look for signs about the lock.

Spending some time in the Invisibility section of the library had lent you a solid set of deciphering skills and you started to make work on the code. It was another riddle, which didn’t seem too out of the ordinary, given the way of access to this place anyway. And you were so involved in cracking it, that you didn’t hear the door or the footsteps that came to your side.

“Why you’re awfully curious for a Hufflepuff,” Jinyoung murmured into your ear and you snapped upright, smacking the back of your head into his chin in the process. Both of you whined with pain and when you finally looked in his direction, he was glaring at you.

You decided to pay him no mind and go back to the code you were making good progress on.

Jinyoung was unimpressed. “This is trespassing.”

“You’re not even halfway through cracking this yourself, are you?” you asked of him and the wizard leaned against the wall, eyeing you with some interest. He cocked his head to the side, challenging you to continue. You smiled. “It won’t take me long to solve this.”

“Who said you’ll even be here long enough to do so?”

“Because, you’re far too curious yourself, Park Jinyoung. Now will you help me so we can get it opened faster, or will you have a Hufflepuff do the work for you?” you wondered with a smirk and he narrowed his gaze on you before coming over and taking the seat next to you.

“Just know once it’s open, Y/N, I’m kicking you out of here.”

“Sometimes I think the hat sorted you into the wrong house too,” you told him and Jinyoung stopped, looking over at you and smiled genuinely. It was surprising and you blinked slowly, never seeing anything more than wicked smirks from the boy.

“I believe you and I may have more in common than you have ever thought of, Y/N.”

“You didn’t want this house?”

Jinyoung shrugged, eyes attached to the riddle on the outside of the book. “Slytherin does like to have some intellect to match their cunning behaviour, though mine exceeds what is needed it seems. Coming from Slytherin ancestry, do you think it sits well that I’m a Ravenclaw?”

“I never knew that about you.”

“You never asked,” he admitted and then tapped on the book. “And I’ll humour you and tell you something else if you can actually get this unlocked.”

“Clearly, you don’t realise how motivated I can be when my mind is set to something.”

For the next forty-five minutes, you both worked together on the code. It took some twists and turns but finally, you were certain you could wake up the all-seeing eye once more and recite your answer.

“It’s neither up nor down, square or round, but all around,” you stated confidently to the eye, who merely stared up at you. It flicked its attention to Jinyoung who was leaning forward in earnest, and he nodded as well. The latch holding the book closed fell open and you emitted a small squeal, bouncing in your seat triumphantly. Turning to Jinyoung, you grinned, reaching out for his fisted hand that he had pumped into the air and shook it rapidly. “We did it!”

Jinyoung merely stared back at you for a moment before he leaned in and kissed you, passion bursting from him with the impromptu kiss. You were stunned, your stupor not allowing you to comprehend that you had kissed him back until you pulled away and saw how dishevelled he was.

“You, you didn’t mean that… right?” you breathed and Jinyoung raked a hand through his hair, now unsettled. When his dark gaze returned to yours, you saw a recklessness that you had never witnessed before. “You’re messing with me. Congratulatory kiss, right? Thanks for opening the book for me, Y/N. Let me throw you off and distract you long enough to take it from you. Is that it?”

Looking down at the opened text before you, your hands shot out to hold it, gripping it tightly before you glanced up at him through a veil of tears. “You’re right; you should have been in Slytherin with how cruel that was.”

“Can you shut up and let me talk?” he asked with a huff of air, his gaze now imploring you to listen. He was always like this, enticing you to take his bait each and every time.

You should have expected Jinyoung to do something like this to mess with your emotions. Even if you hated him in every way academically, you had never admitted to anyone that he was the starring wizard in all your dreams. You grumbled under your breath yet made no attempt to run away from him either.

“I wished you were in this house too. That’s my secret.”

“Don’t lie, you love that I’m in Hufflepuff. It’s why you tease me about it so much.”

“I do, you suit it more than you think, Y/N,” he told you and the way he spoke, you had no option but to believe his words as honest. His cheeks were flushed with colour and his hard eyes were now vulnerable as he spoke of you. “I know you see it as a burden, but you are the epitome of a Hufflepuff. You’re loyal to your friends, far more dedicated than any student in this common room, and incredibly hard-working. I’ve acknowledged your efforts to many students, believe it or not.”

You didn’t answer, doubt prickling at the back of your mind despite how sincere he remained.

“Still, it would be nice if you were from this common room. It would make some things easier.”

“What things?”

“Things like what just happened between us,” he stated, leaning in closer. You eyed him warily and gripped the book tightly. Jinyoung chuckled. “Though I do suppose, I’m rather attracted to the fact that you not only broke in here which is a hard feat for anyone, even some Ravenclaw can’t crack the riddles. But you also did a far better job than the others who tried to help me open this. Sneaking around isn’t playing fair though, now is it?”

“When you learn to play fair, I will too,” you reasoned, though you smiled, somewhat flattered by his compliment. It was nice to be recognised for your efforts by your rival.

Not to mention, his lips looked kissable and you could only think of doing so again. Shaking away your lust, you turned back to the book. “Will you let me look through this?”

“Only when I’m present.”

“That means you won’t let me take it from here, now will you?!” you whined and Jinyoung chuckled, leaning in so close you hiccupped with anticipation.

He grinned. “God, you’re cute.”

“And you’re charming me.”

“Is it working?” he murmured, lips barely away from yours. You let out a small sigh and he hummed happily. “It is.”

“If it means anything, I think you make a better Ravenclaw than Slytherin, Jinyoung.”

Blinking at your sudden statement, Jinyoung moved back an inch, his ears turning red bashfully. “You don’t have to-”

“Maybe it’s time for a new tradition in your family bloodlines. You suit being a cunning academic far too much.”

“I think you’re far too skilled on the charming front yourself, Y/N,” he mused and you giggled, giving him a playful shrug. Smiling at one another, you stuck out a hand for him to take.

“We have a deal. Let’s share the book.”

“Privately?”

“Well, were you planning on sharing all the knowledge in here with everyone else? We have exams to sit. Once we’re done with it, then we can pass it on to others, right? Then we’re being helpful and proactive towards our own goals.”

Leaning in to kiss you once again, this time you were more prepared to feel his lips on yours. Kissing him back with demand, your other hand slipped from the book and up into his raven coloured hair, threading through the strands as your embrace deepened. When he pulled back, Jinyoung held the book you had unintentionally let go of. You cursed under your breath as he laughed proudly.

“How about we drop the titles between us that we so often use,” he bartered and you stopped reaching out for the book, your brows knitting together. Jinyoung smiled and held out his hand at you this time. “I’m Jinyoung. No house name needs to define me when it comes to us.”

Taking his hand, you shook it slowly. “Y/N. But what does the ‘us’ mean in your sentence?”

“Gryffindor to Slytherin, I don’t really care what house the hat sorted you into. So long as I can call you mine.”

“Is that so? Now, why would I want to do that?”

Jinyoung faltered, placing down the book on the table. “I thought you … and-”

Yanking him back to you, you grinned at him. “Only if I get to call you mine too.”

“Always so persistent for a-” Catching himself as you arched a questioning eyebrow at him; Jinyoung chuckled as he nodded repeatedly. “Fine, you can call me mine.”

You shook on it and stared at one another until the clock against the wall started to chime of the new hour. You grew cautious. “Care to leave here though? I uh don’t really want to be caught snooping in here.”

“But you were so brave to do so,” Jinyoung teased, handing you the book as you collected your belongings. Staring up at him as you took it, he shrugged. “Your efforts deserve to be rewarded.”

You decided as you left the Ravenclaw common room, dashing down the stairs and gasping when Jinyoung’s hand slipped into yours when you were back down in the main castle levels, that you were rather proud of your efforts. You had gone there for knowledge, though you hadn’t quite expected what you would uncover.

Or what you would come out with either. Hufflepuff or not, you knew you would become the best witch you could.

And girlfriend too.

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hello!!! i Loved your quiz!!! it was VERY GOOD and made me feel very;; seen. i took it a couple days ago at like,, 5am (still being awake, oof) and it made me tear up?? idk. i loved the quotes you picked!! and the ones you wrote were great!!!! anyway;;, what i wanted to know was what does hufflepuff mean in the quiz? :D (i made both my siblings take it and we all got it haha) (side note: when i was taking it, half way through, i completely forgot what test i was taking lmao!!) thank you!!!!

Hello friend! Don’t You Worry, I have been responding to most of these asks at 5am. If it helps, all of you, sharing your joys and experiences and love with each other over a HP quiz I made is honestly the most beautiful and weird and wonderful thing that’s happened to me on the internet and I want you to know that it’s people like you and your siblings that make this quiz so wonderful and make me so happy I made it c: 

Alright. Down to the business of what you asked me haha sorry, easily distractable. What is a Hufflepuff? I apologize in advance since this is my house, and so I have a lot of thoughts. 

A Hufflepuff is, unlike a Ravenclaw or a Gryffindor, an internal house. I know what you must be thinking, “how can you be the house of loyalty if you’re an internal house?” Puffs have a small network, Their People, maybe friends, maybe family, maybe friends who are family, maybe an assortment of small pets or animated characters. While Slytherins also have Their People, they have resources and associates to draw from when their bored, whereas the term associates exhausts a Hufflepuff. Spending time with people they don’t love doesn't ever sit quite right, although they will often do it in an attempt to make folks happy. Hufflepuffs yes, are a house of kindness and of love, but unlike Gryffindors when it comes down to it they don’t have to go out of their way for kindness and love. Gryffindors will seek out situations in which they can do good. Hufflepuffs good is smaller (not lesser) in which they will do as much good as they can for the people directly in their line of sight, but when granted with the great expanse of the world it is easy for them to shrink in on themselves and not be able to cope. That said, they have so much love to give out, and will often want all their love in one place, slightly selfish but mostly excited collectors of people. If your version of the ideal future is a vague image of all the people you love in your house for [insert holiday] that is a very Hufflepuff sentiment. Hufflepuffs, like Gryffindors, are inherent/intrinsic worth folks. Hufflepuffs know who they are, or at least how they define themselves. Their moral code may not be their local government's law (and actually very often isn't), but it does exist and is rigid, and puffs won’t go against it unless incredibly pressed. This is a point of contention with Slytherins and Ravenclaws, and even Gryffindors who feel like they have to perform/validate their identity and choices through others. Hufflepuffs are themselves, and no one else, completely and quietly. They love their People. They want to build a home for them. That isn’t to say that puffs are necessarily gentle pushovers. A huge component of Punk and Anti-fascists align themselves with Puffs because they are So themselves and So invested in the safety and well-being of their people and community. Like slytherins, hufflepuffs often know/feel they’re weird, and tend to relish in finding people as absurd and lovely as they are. They will forgive people, possibly too much. But quietly, they will shift the little orbit of the world around themselves to be a little kinder, a little gentler, for them and the people they love.

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"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," the giant man said, smiling broadly at a rather strict looking witch. "Thank you, Hagrid,“ she said primly, „I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have easily fit the whole St. Columbas Church into it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. From a doorway to their right they could hear the drone of hundreds of voices -the rest of the school must already be here -- but instead of joining them Professor McGonagall showed them into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about, some of them nervously the others inquisitive.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on Sean's shirt, which wasn't fully put into his pants, and on Odhran's open tie. The snooty looking dark haired girl straightened out her bangs. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber. Sean frowned. "How exactly do they sort us into houses?" he asked Aaron. "Some sort of test. My brother refused to tell me what exactly."

Sean's frown only deepened. A test? And that in front of the whole school?

But, then again, Aaron said his brother had refused to say what exactly, and if Aaron's brother was anything like Andrew it could mean that he just wanted to make Aaron nervous and the sorting was nothing to be worried about at all.

Sean saw it as best to just wait for Professor McGonagall to return and see what the sorting would be like. Still, Liam and Ryan spend the better part of the next five minutes with speculating about the sorting.

Liam surmised the sorting had to be magical in some way at least, and Ryan immediately thought about Excalibur which had been stuck in a stone.

„It's just some old hat that they put on us,“ a boy said.

His icy blue eyes shone with the same harsh uppishness the girl had, and his dark brown hair  was strictly parted. He kinda looked like military school.

But before Sean could do more than ask himself how a hat could sort them into houses Professor McGonagall was back.

„Form a line," Professor McGonagall told them while waving about with a role of parchment, "and follow me."

Sean got into line behind Odhran, with Liam behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

Sean could have never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.

The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, ghosts shone misty silver. Sean looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars that looked strangely like the night sky outside.

Sean quickly looked back at Professor McGonagall again, watching as she silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. And if the boy had told the truth that hat would sort them into the four houses.

Everyone in the hall was staring at the hat, so Sean stared at it too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began to sing.

Sean didn't really knew what exactly the hat was singing about, as he was way too stunned by the fact that the hat could talk at all. His brain had effectively short circuited.

It took a bit for Sean to come back to himself and listen to what the hat was saying. By the time he finally managed that the hat was right in the middle of its song.

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends.

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again. "Quite a strange thing that hat," Liam whispered to Sean. "And that song."

Sean chuckled under his breath. Yes, this hat didn't really help with trying to achieve a feeling of normality for the first years coming from the 'muggle world', as they called it.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding her long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said.

And wouldn't you know it, one of them was actually the first to be sorted.

„Aberdeen, Shain,“ Mcgonagall called, and, swallowing nervously, Shain went up to take a seat on the little stool.

He grabbed the hat, sat it down, pulling it right over his eyes, and a moment later it proclaimed, „GRYFFINDOR.“ Shain grinned, and went over towards the table that was applauding, but not before high fiving Ryan as he passed them.

„Bachram, Liam,“ McGonagall called and, again, the hat called, „GRYFFINDOR.“ Liam went off to join Shain at the Gryffindor table.

„Backley, Sean,“ Mcgonagall called and, nodding confidently, Sean marched up and put the hat onto his head.

Everything went dark because, just like Shain and Liam, the hat was way too big for Sean's head. But immediately after he noticed that Sean heard the voice of the hat in his ear.

„Ah, very daring and confident young man, but also sharp-minded and creative. Hm... Merlin's Beard, that really isn't simple.“ „Well, Great,“ Sean thought to himself, and the hat responded with a chuckle.

„At least you keep your calm. Let's see, You have quite the creative mind and are very intelligent, but your heart is courageous and daring. Where to put you...“

Sean didn't knew how long it really took, or if he was just imagening it taking way too long and everybody staring at him and mumbling -Liam would later tell him that he sat there for over five minutes.

He didn't really realize it because he was way too busy going back and forth with the hat's voice, who asked him all sorts of questions.

Finally, as Sean was seriously considering asking Professor McGonagall if something was wrong, the hat asked, „Either choice would surely make you happy young man. But maybe I should ask you what you'd prefer.“

Sean thought about it. And for some reason the boy he had met at Platform 9 ¾ came to the forefront of his mind, as well as Liam and Shain at the gryffindor table.

„I wanna stay with my friends,“ Sean thought, while thinking of Liam and Shain.

The hat hmmm-ed again, took another moment to ponder before finally exclaiming, „GRYFFINDOR.“

With a relieved inhale of breath Sean tore the hat off his head and took off towards the second table on the left that was applauding, where Shain and Liam were already waiting for him.

After the little hang-up with Sean the sorting proceeded at the same pace as Liam and Shain's.

„Broderick, Travis.“ A blonde boy with a pretty ridiculous looking bowl cut ran up to the stool. He pulled the hat on and almost pulled it off again, hadn't the hat exclaimed, „HUFFLEPUFF!“

Apparently he was scared of having to sit there for as long as Sean had, because he legged it all the way to the far left side table so fast that the whole hall snickered.

Even Professor McGonagall looked quite amused.

„Butler, Jenifer,“ was called next and a brown haired girl with a pink hairband marched up to the hat, trying to exude the same confidence as Sean. Though she made her nerves quite obvious as she flinched once the hat yelled, „GRYFFINDOR,“ almost as soon as it touched her hair.

„Chapelle, Maximilian,“ was the first to be sorted into Slytherin, and the table at the far right side erupted into applause.

„Cobris, Curtis.“ The stocky boy with the blonde hair as light as a beacon walked up to the stool.

And now Sean experianced how strange the sorting could be when you were the one watching it, not the one being sorted. Because with Curtis the hat took almost a minute to decide the house, whereas Maximilian and Jenifer had been sorted almost instantly.

In the end Curtis was declared a Ravenclaw.

The sorting continued. Two girls were sorted into Slytherin and Hufflepuff before it was the turn of the boy that looked like military school.

„Devin, Charles,“ Mcgonagall called and Sean saw how Liam wrinkled his nose, knowing that he must be looking quite the same. Almost immediately after Charles sat the hat down it declared him a, „SLYTHERIN,“ and Charles marched off to join the table at the far right side of the hall. All the while grinning smugly.

„Dendron, Cary,“ a girl with a brown pony tail was sorted into Hufflepuff.

„Doxey, Ryan,“ was called and after a moment of contemplation he joined them at the Gryffindor table.

„For a moment there,“ Ryan chuckled as he plopped down on the bench next to Sean, „I thought I'd be stuck there for as long as you were, Sean.“

Sean laughed with Ryan and the other two, before directing his gaze back towards the front of the hall as Phillip was called. And moments later he also joined them at the Gryffindor table.

„Holmes, Sheila,“ was sorted into Ravenclaw before Professor Mcgonagall called Thomas.

And this turned out to be the first damper of their evening, because immediately after touching Thomas' dark hair the hat proclaimed him a, „RAVENCLAW!“

Thomas looked at them with quite the torn expression, as he slowly walked over to the table on the right side of the gryffindor table. Thankfully the place for the first years was on the same height as the gryffindors, so Thomas could essentially sit down next to them.

„I wanted to tell it to put me with you,“ Thomas grumbled, while Shain patted his back in a comforting manner, „but I guess it had other plans.“

„Hougham, Victoria.“ A girl with long curly hair and a button nose was sorted into Slytherin after half a minute.

„Jorkins, Bertha.“ The girl that had so desperately wanted to know what the IRA was stumbled up the stairs and sat down on the stool. A moment later she was proclaimed a, „RAVENCLAW,“ and Thomas let out a long suffering groan as she sat down next to him on the bench. Smiling at him shyly.

„Kitcher, Gwendolen,“ was called and the girl with the dark bangs that looked like royalty was put into, „SLYTHERIN!“

The hat had barely even thoughed her head.

She got off the stool and walked over to the table at the far right side of the hall, moving and behaving like the upper class Sean hated almost as much as the British.

„Langthorn, Eileen.“ A girl with blond hair that reached her chin was put into Hufflepuff, and the next to be called made Sean perk up.

„Larken, Ethan,“ just so happened to be the boy with the curly hair he had met at Platform 9 ¾.

He put the hat on and a moment later was proclaimed a, „RAVENCLAW!“

Sean didn't knew what he felt exactly. His stomach dropped and it felt nothing like the hunger he was also feeling.

He couldn't take his eyes off the boy as he walked over to the Ravenclaw table. An older boy at the Gryffindor table reached over and patted his shoulder and Ethan smiled at him. It had to be a brother or cousin or something.

An idea struck him and Sean leaned over to hiss at Thomas. Once Thomas noticed and turned towards him, Sean nodded in Ethan's direction.

Thomas was thankfully quick on the uptake and leaned over to talk to Ethan. The queasy feeling in Sean's stomach eased and was replaced by a warm one of contentment.

„MacCuinn, Deorsa,“ a very butch looking girl was put into Slytherin.

„McKinnon, Olivia,“ was put into gryffindor and shot Sean a bright smile as she sat down on the opposite side of the table.

There was this feeling again. That feeling that this smile should mean something to him, but the only thing Sean felt was confusion and a great big deal of nothing else.

„Miller, Odhran.“ And the second one out of their group was, not sorted into Gryffindor. But other than Thomas and Sean himself, where he could somewhat understand the hat gravitating towards Ravenclaw, everybody who knew him was shocked about where the hat put Odhran.

„HUFFLEPUFF,“ the hat called after the second it spend on Odhran's head.

Sean and the rest of their group erupted into questioning yells and Odhran himself looked utterly confused.

The applaus at the table on the far left side of the hall died down rather quickly, as they saw how slowly and unenthusiastically Odhran scuffed his way over to them.

„Don't be sad about it?“ Cary said, frowning at Odhran's reaction.

But Odhran ignored her in favor of leaning over towards the Gryffindor table, obviously considering just switching tables. Though a stern look from Professor McGonagall informed that decision.

„Molloy, Aaron.“ Aaron marched up to the stool and held the hat over his head, before finally setting it down.

„GRYFFINDOR,“ the hat called and Aaron joined them at the gryffindor table.

„Don't worry.“ A boy that had the same dark hair as Aaron, and by the way Aaron was glaring at him had to be his older brother Lewis, called to Odhran, „once the feast starts nobody really cares where you're sitting.“

Odhran, who was still leaning towards the gryffindor table to be able to listen to the rest of them, nodded with a relieved sigh.

„Mooring, Charles Ivor,“ was called, and the tall, lanky boy was put into Slytherin.

„Pertinger, Tillie.“ A girl with a short mop of curly hair joined them at the gryffindor table, and sat down next to Olivia. The two of them started to wisper and giggle almost instantly.

„Rampton, Josia,“ became a Hufflepuff, and, „Richards, Albert,“ became a Ravenclaw.

Both, „Sùdrach, Ailis,“ and, „Theron, Kian,“ became Slytherins and looked quite pleased with it.

„Towel, Edith.“

A girl with shoulder long, dark blond hair walked up to the hat not showing an ounce of fear. Promptly she was put into, „GRYFFINDOR!“ and Sean couldn help but clap as well.

„Well, could've told you that one,“ he chuckled as Edith sat down next to him.

„Right back at you,“ Edith said, smiling confidently. „I honestly thought you'd be freaking your shit up there but, calm as a millpond.“

She turned on the bench to look over at the Hufflepuff table.

„Edith,“ she told Odhran and held out her hand towards him.

„Odhran,“ Odhran said, taking her hand with a confused frown, which quickly turned into a spluttered exclamation of shock as Edith pulled him towards her.

„Get over here, McGonagall isn't watching,“ she hissed.

Odhran and Sean both glanced at the front of the hall, and Edith was right. Professor McGonagall was occupied with another first year. A girl with long brown hair, an orange hairband and a lot of freckles was just being sorted.

Upon seeing that Odhran quickly stumbled over to their bench, where Edith made him sit in between her and Sean. Like that McGonagall wouldn't be able to see Odhran.

„Feisty,“ Odhran grinned and Edith looked smug.

Fuada Zahirovic, a girl that looked almost as stern as Professor McGonagall, brought up the rear and was sorted into Hufflepuff.

„Wouldn't have guessed that,“ Shain chuckled, fiddeling about with the fork on the plate in front of him.

Sean looked down at his empty gold plate as well. The pumpkin pasties they had eaten on the train seemed ages ago.

Then Sean noticed that the hall had fallen quiet and he looked towards the teachers table. Albus Dumbledore, the head master, had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Bacon, Mayonnaise and Pickle Jar Water! Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Sean and Odhran exchanged a look. This head master was nothing like the head master of their muggle school.

"Is he -- crazy?" Liam asked Lewis uncertainly. "Crazy?" Lewis chuckled. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit crazy, yes. Potatoes, Aaron?" Sean's mouth fell open. The dishes in front of them were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.

It wasn't that Sean ever went hungry, his mother had done her damndest to make sure that they were fed, but this was something else entirely.  

Sean piled his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints but before he started to eat he remembered about Thomas.

„Thomas,“ he called, but Thomas didn't react immediately. He was engrosed in a conversation with Ethan.

When he finally turned, after Liam pulled at his shoulder, he and Ethan grabbed their plates and sat down at the Gryffindor table as well. Olivia and Tillie were both pushed further down the table during the whole thing.

„Now, don't look like that,“ Lewis said to a girl that looked to be about his age. She wore a red badge that read 'Head Girl'. „It's the feast. Let them have their fun.

#harry potter oc #hp oc #hogwarts oc #derry gang #derry gang at hogwarts #sean backley oc #liam bachram oc #odhran miller oc #ryan doxey oc #thomas holton oc #shain aberdeen oc #aaron molloy oc #ethan larken oc #edith towel oc #gryffindor oc #ravenclaw oc #hufflepuff oc #slytherin oc #marauders era

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Oh! I had no idea asks were open. On the header it says closed. I hope you don't mind if I spam you questions and asks lol. I mean, I'll do it in moderation of course! For this one, I'd like to know what your house, patronus and factor like favourite character/s is! And may I also known your hcs for the school aged BB characters' houses? Thank ya! Muah!

I should really fix that; anytime the askbox isn’t closed, asks are open! Gonna see if I can change up my header so it’s less confusing :)

Also, anytime it’s open, you can ALWAYS spam me with asks!!! :D

I hope I’m understanding the question right here! SO, I think my house would definitely be Hufflepuff! The quiz I took says my Patronus would be a swan! And does this mean my favorite Harry Potter character? Because that would absolutely be Snape!

And here’s some headcanons for ya, I can’t believe these got so long!!

I didn’t do all the school age characters because I felt that’d be a LOT for one post, so I ended up doing Cheslock, Ciel, Clayton, Edward, Joanne, Lizzie, and Soma! Feel free to request more if you wanna see others, once the askbox is open again!

This was really fun and thought-provoking, it took me a while to get done but I loved it! I was really into Harry Potter as a kid so revisiting the world in a new perspective was so great!!

Cheslock

Gryffindor for sure! Although he’s undeniably bold, and can certainly be brave, Cheslock tends to be an example of the other side of the Gryffindor coin; he’s reckless and impulsive, and often pulls pranks on other houses. ― And sometimes on the people he doesn’t like in his own house.

He’s a half-blood, with his genes being split, unusually, about 50/50. His father is a high-ranking individual with a perfectly pureblood lineage, and his mother is a muggle with no wizard heritage whatsoever.

While he’s generally good at heart, there are many other Gryffindors who can’t stand him because he’s forever costing the house five points here, ten points there… he’s also brilliant at bending the rules, toeing the line between an upstanding student and a rebellious troublemaker.

He doesn’t really excel in any of his core classes, but he gets good enough grades that he’s never flunked out of any of them. When he gets into second year, he joins the Quidditch team as a beater, and as soon as he’s able to add it in, his extracurricular of choice is, of course, music. He still loves the violin more than anything.

Legend has it he once got transfigured something on a teacher’s desk (it could have been a pen, it could have been an apple, could have been a wand, whatever suits the story better) into a flask of whiskey. Without getting caught!

Ciel

Slytherin, natch, if only because he’s very shrewd and, if necessary, will do anything he needs to. Though his personality isn’t popular with a lot of the other students, even in his own house, everyone acknowledges that he’s actually a very good leader.

He’s definitely a pureblood, or at least he has so little muggle blood in his heritage that most people consider him so. Both of his parents were wizards, but there is some muggle blood a few generations back on his father’s side.

Curiously, he doesn’t care much about social standing or competitions or the like. That said, he still manages to earn Slytherin a lot of house points just by doing the things he’s good at and scoring exceptional marks on tests.

In his first year especially, he struggles with flying quite a bit, and he never really grows to be that skilled on a broom despite doing well enough to pass the class. What he lacks there, he makes up for in charms, and later, the study of ancient runes. He often needs a tutor in his other classes in the first year or two; in his later years, though, he becomes a tutor to younger students, especially for charm spells.

His housemates will vouch for the fact that he seems to get an awful lot of mail from his household back home. Some of it is letters. A lot of it is just candy… which he doesn’t even share!!

Clayton

This boy is a Ravenclaw through and through! He places a high value on intelligence and is here to learn as much as possible. The Sorting Hat seemed to mull over for a while whether he ought to go in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. He’s surprisingly popular with his housemates, probably for his great intellect and his cool, focused demeanor.

He’s a half-blood, though with more wizard heritage than muggle. His mother is a near-pureblood, with most of her ancestors being pureblood wizards, and his father is a half-blood, with most of his parents also being half-bloods.

A good percentage of Ravenclaw’s points come from him. He performs well on exams, is an excellent tutor to the first- and second-years, and, though he can certainly be sadistic, typically doesn’t act on it or do anything that might cost them points.

He starts out being one of the best students in potions ― and in his later years, graduates to being among the top three in alchemy. As he matures in his classes, he also elects to take magical theory, which goes on to eventually be his chosen area of study during his wizarding career.

There was a year wherein he dated every single one of Prefect Lawrence Bluewer’s sisters in succession. Depending on who you hear the story from, Lawrence either is still pissed, or gave Clayton his blessing. Either way, awkward.

Edward

Absolutely Gryffindor, as if there was ever any doubt! He was sorted in record time, and he’s the other side of Cheslock’s coin ― a gentleman who always does the right thing, who aims to serve, a courageous young man with the heart of a lion. (That said, however, he and Cheslock are very much close friends, so he often gets swept up in his housemate’s nonsense.)

He’s very close to being considered a pureblood, if most don’t already think of him that way. His mother is a pureblood, and his father is a half-blood who’s more wizard than muggle.

Is constantly trying to make up points that getting involved in Cheslock’s aforementioned shenanigans has cost Gryffindor. At the very least, Edward usually manages to break even, so it’s as if said tomfoolery never happened. Ah, he gets sick of it, but he keeps letting himself get dragged along!

He’s an absolute wiz at flying, (pun very much intended), and starting in his second year, he eventually becomes Gryffindor’s star chaser in Quidditch. He could well make a living doing that in professional leagues. Instead, he also focuses on academia; excelling in charms and defense against the dark arts. Reportedly he’s one of the very, very few who also enjoys the lectures on the history of magic.

The younger students say they’ve seen it for themselves that his wand is outfitted with a sort of false bottom that hides a plain knife. They all wonder why that kind of wand would have chosen a fellow like Edward, or indeed why it exists in the first place!

Joanne

He’s a Hufflepuff, and proud to be! Similarly to Edward, it didn’t take very long at all for him to be sorted. He’s on the shy side, especially for his first few years, but once he starts coming out of his shell, he makes a lot of friends… even in other houses! He still feels most comfortable around other Hufflepuffs, though. They just get him!

One of the handful of rare students who’s a full pureblood with very little, if any, discernible muggle blood in his heritage. Both of his parents are purebloods, which seems to surprise people, because despite his gentility, Joanne seems to struggle with the more intensive magical concepts.

He’s not all that concerned with points, because he’s pretty much just interested in his coursework. However, like Ciel, he tends to earn house points for Hufflepuff anyway simply due to the fact that he tests well, he’s always there to help someone if they need it, and he follows the rules.

It, er… takes him a while to get the hang of flying during his first year, and even then, he tends to stay off a broom if he can help it. His favorite of his core classes is herbology, and during later years, he absolutely blossoms when he starts studying the care of magical creatures. He’s just got such a soft spot for taking care of things. He’s also fond of arithmancy, which boggles people’s minds ― they think a difficult class like that would stress him out!

Whenever he can’t sleep, he often hangs out with the Friar. The two of them (along with possibly another Hufflepuff ghost or two) will just sit in one of the common rooms while Joanne reads, and sometimes the Friar will stay even after Joanne falls asleep in a chair.

Lizzie

Nobody better have anything bad to say about Hufflepuffs where she can hear it!! Unlike her brother, the Sorting Hat took a little bit with her, waffling between whether she would be a better fit for Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Her undying loyalty, sweetness, and strength eventually got the choice made. Other houses might think them strange, but Lizzie is a very bubbly young lady and has made wonderful friends with nearly all her housemates!

Her similarities with Edward lie in their heritage. Most people think of her as just one step down from a full pureblood.

Although she doesn’t take competition too terribly seriously, she still wants to earn as many points as she can for her house. She’s very like Joanne in that she earns points by being very kind to everyone and helping where she can, and putting as much effort into her exams as possible.

Don’t let her petite stature and sweetness fool you ― she is a beast of a seeker once she works her way up there! Quidditch is just her hobby, though, as she much prefers charms and is shockingly very adept at potions. She also takes apparition lessons in her sixth year, and dabbles for a short time in divination. She also at least considers joining Joanne in the care of magical creatures, even if she might not end up doing it.

The fact that she’s dating Ciel, a Slytherin who is seemingly her opposite, is just incomprehensible to most people. There are those who say he must have slipped her a love potion or done some other spell on her. These rumors, however, are untrue. She simply adores Ciel, and that is all there is to it.

Soma

Many of his classmates are stumped as to why a prince was sorted into Hufflepuff! Then… they meet him, and it all makes sense. He’s made of sunshine and is astonishingly devoted to anyone he decides is his friend. And, well, he sort of attaches himself like that to everybody. Strange, everybody thinks? Maybe… but these are his people!!

He’s a half-blood, with a bit more wizard blood than muggle. His father is actually not pureblood; instead, his father is a muggle whose parents were both half-bloods, and it’s Soma’s mother who is a near-pureblood, a witch whose parents are a half-blood and a pureblood.

He’s rather unconcerned with the house points, preferring to concentrate on everything he can learn in his classes. There’s so much he doesn’t know! He often costs Hufflepuff points with some oblivious behavior, as well as his exam scores not being the best, but he also often earns just as many points with kind behavior toward other students.

He enjoys his astronomy class in particular, and seems to do very well in herbology even though it’s not his favorite. He joins Edward in being thoroughly fascinated by the history of magic. He also loves transfiguration, consistently getting the highest marks in that class. It might surprise everyone that he takes muggle studies as an elective ― that interests him too, okay! In later years he’ll probably need a lot of counseling to figure out what he wants to focus his attention on.

His friend and protector Agni literally kind of followed him to school because their bond is so strong. Agni’s a half-blood who works in the kitchen at Hogwarts, and lives on the grounds, so whenever Soma needs him, he’s there. Soma loves this! All his friends in one place!

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Hogwarts AU #Cheslock #Ciel #Clayton #Edward #Joanne #Lizzie #Soma #headcanons #AU #wow this was a lot of fun heck!!!!! #IT GETTED SO LONG oops #queued

[thelucyverse]

Part 1

Autumn and winter of 1980 were so busy for me, I barely had a moment of time to breathe. I heard that the order had destroyed several of Voldemorts' Horcruxes without him noticing- the diadem, the locket and the ring (the latter, sadly, without it destroying Dumbledore's hand and future)- and I was desperate to get my hands on one of the items myself to test several theories regarding soul-pieces, but Voldemort had yet to pass the diary to Lucius or the Cup to Bella, at least as far as I was aware. Did he only plan to part with them before moving in to kill the Potter boy, his predicted mortal enemy? Would he even part with them at all, if such an opportunity didn't come to pass?

I did more theoretical research on the topic while also wondering about the actual Horcruxes. Were they significant objects like the ones he used for his own? Objects that somehow showed his followers' status? Did that mean specific items or something like pebbles to show his superiority to them? Or, if the instances he created (or forced the respective followers to create?) the Horcrux were unplanned- and I was quite certain that he hadn't planned it with Bella, he had done it when she was asking about forming a union with me, which must have come as a sincere surprise to him- did he just use some random object in the room, or did he keep something prepared around?

So many questions, no way to answer them.

Instead, I focused on the theory of the research, on whether I would need the objects to bring both soul parts back together or just the person, or just the horcrux, and whether the soul piece within a person actually died if the person was killed or just became diacorporeal... I started to believe (still mere theory, of course) that while it might make it easier, I didn't necessary need the Horcrux if I managed to make the person want to fix their own soul (but I didn't know whether /regret/ would work as a stimulus if the person had never actually /decided/ to make the Horcrux in the first place), that usually someone would die and leave only the Horcrux part of the soul behind as that one can't be pulled from its object- unless the Horcrux partage was bigger than the killed part, which would make the pull stronger towards the Horcrux(es), keeping the last part on the mortal plane. Was that the reason why Voldemort had made so many Horcruxes, was he actually that clever, did he calculate the risk- or did he not understand souls at all and just thought the more the merrier?

Whenever I am alone with Bella, I try to talk to her, really connect to her again, and I believe that this connection to normalcy as well as any positive emotions I can make her feel seem to have a positive effect on at the very least her psyche if not also on her damaged soul.

A damaged soul would cloud someone's mind, making them unable or at the very least less able to feel things the way they used to, making them detached from humanity, less afraid to take human life, not hurt when killing or torturing others... Of course, Voldemort was already deranged before he made any Horcruxes, so I had no idea how much his influences him if at all... And I hadn't known Bella all that closely before she had had her soul split in two, so I couldn't really tell what was her and what was the Horcrux's influence, either. It disturbed me, to know that I didn't truly know the woman I was all but married to for over two years now at all.

In March of 1981, Voldemort handed Bellatrix Hufflepuff's Cup, to place in her vault in Gringotts and keep save there. Had I not been around, had Bellatrix been completely mad from her split soul, she would have done so without question. As it is, however, she went to Gringotts with the cup, placed it into her vault, left, went back immediately, took the cup, brought it to me and asked to be obliviated of all that happened after she first left the bank.

I hated having to do so to her, but I had also never been so proud.

Now, I have the cup, and I don't quite know what to do with it. While I can feel the evil ooze off of it, I can't tell it's shape or consistency, how it would react to tests. I have written Melodenia again with several inquiries about soul magic and how to feel, to /see/ it the way natural aura seers can. While I am afraid that she might have already started to question how theoretic the nature of my inquiries is, I hope she knows that I am genuinely trying to do good, I hope she understands some of my position here, even if I have never told her my full story, not even in enchanted parchment or the few times we have chatted via fireplace.

In May, I receive an invitation to a research Congress by MACUSA, with personal recommendation from one Professor and Master of magical theory, Melodenia of Ilvermorny- and without a name written on it, it is for myself to fill out. She must have known that I was operating under an alias, which of course won't work on such an official function. I decide almost immediately to attend, no matter the consequences: While I cannot wait to talk to her in person, away from prying eyes, I hate the attention it gains me from the Dark Lord and his followers. He knew, of course, that I had an interest in magical theory, but had thought it a little hobby of a Deatheater's wife. Now, however... I am being informed that after that Congress, which I am not to attend alone, I am to share all my findings with him, and use my skills to develop spells suitable for war if I haven't already done so.

I don't know how he managed, but I am accompanied to the States by Severus Snape. Professor Snape, now- twenty-one years old, a double spy for the two most powerful wizards currently alive in Britain, a teacher barely respected by the students in his own house and loathed by everyone else, trying to cling to what authority he has as a professor by being as strict as he possibly can. He is not a pleasant man to be around, still constantly afraid for the life of his friend Lily, whom he has barely seen in the past years. I don't know whether he loves her as a friend or is /in/ love with her, and I can't bring myself to care.

On our way- after making sure that there are no tracking- or monitoring spells by either of our masters left on us or our luggage- we share news on Deatheater and Order business before comparing our research in magical theory and spell-crafting, which is Severus' forte in theoretical magic. I don't know how I had forgotten about it so far- he is always known as a potions master, but I should have remembered all the spells he had been mentioned to have created in the books. He tells me of several dangerous spells, ones newly created by him as well as old ones that had simply come to be forgotten, that the Dark Lord does not yet know of and that the Order already knows the counters for. If Voldemort is going to ask for results of my work, I will be able to deliver. I do not tell Snape about my research in soul magic, not trusting him not to immediately tell Dumbledore, no matter how bad the old man has treated him in the past.

Melodenia is waiting for us at the portkey point. When I indicate to Severus that I would like to be left alone with her, he smirks nastily. "I won't tell anyone" he snarls before disappearing into the crowd with his cloak billowing behind him. I suppose he must think that I cannot stand being with a deatheater and have an affair with Melodenia instead. A laughable idea, even more so considering that Melodenia only seems to be interested in people insofar that they can help her research or carry it on into a new generation. Still- she is a friend, the closest one I have.

"Are you well, my old friend?" Melodenia asks. I wonder if she can see that I am older than I look through the soul-magic, and she laughs when I ask. "I didn't even need to look at that" she says. "but- yes. Now, what /is/ going on on the British Isles that has you in such disarray?" sometimes, she sounds more Properly British than I do- I know English isn't her first language, so I suppose it makes sense that she wouldn't have to have an American accent. Now, what to tell her? I decide to, for once, trust somebody, and go with the truth- the entire truth.

After my speech, Melodenia is quiet for a long moment before pulling me into a hug. "I cannot help you with the problem of your traveling" she explains first. "I can't tell whether you are from a different world or from a different time- although there us something about your aura that does say you do not belong /here/, or have not always belonged here. I can try to find texts on your kind of travelling, but I do not expect to find much, and I do not know how much I could find out from your person when you aren't already travelling away- in which case I would not want to come too near, I need to stay here with my students. Yes, I believe you could take someone with you on your travels" she answers my unasked question. "If you do so- please make sure to ask whether the person wants to leave their universe, and that they understand all that it entails." I nod. Then, Melodenia moves on to the topics current more urgent to me: soul magic, and how to break it. "Fix it, you mean- souls shouldn't be broken."

Over the course of the long weekend, whenever we don't absolutely have to attend a seminar, speech or evening social event, Melodenia teaches me how to manually soul-see, lay and break connections in soul magic (which- hella painful when tested on yourself, which is why we aren't doing it on anyone else), the theory and praxis of soul-healing- "You should try to influence her now even if you do not plan to already bring the soul pieces back together," she says about Bellatrix. "While from what you told me, she does not seem to be in danger of losing connection to the soul-piece entirely, there are other dangers: insanity, effects on the mind that, once completed and left alone for too long, get irreversible even if the soul pieces find back to one another. You must influence her with positivity- any positive emotions, as well as anything reminding her of life prior to the break, is healing for the soul." -, as well as other things she believes might be useful for me in the future, including how to apparate to locations you haven't been to yet: "In 'normal' apparition, the rule is to know exactly where you are going and only focus on this one location, with just slightly emphasis on getting your entire body there, as really, when you only want to go to one place, it automatically takes your entire body there, without splinching. When transporting yourself to an entirely new location or one you can't quite visualize anymore, apparition is more vague location-wise- you might not end up exactly where you want to go, but when you keep your focus on your entire body and to move it to a place, instead of focusing on the place to move to, you will end up somewhere without splinching. It is good to get out of situations when you don't have the power to apparate far and don't know any points in the area, you could just think of a generic secluded ally, a roof, a beach, a field, and end up in any such location you have the power to reach. When you have greater power, of course, you have to make sure not to end up in an entirely different continent."

On Monday, I leave with a newfound understanding of magical theory. I never realised how logical magic really is, when you only look deep enough. There are still things that seem strange to me, but I no longer think that it defies the laws of physics- it merely works with it in ways I hadn't known about. About soul magic, Melodenia ends with the words: "And be careful whom you tell about this. Few people are well-versed in soul magic, and even fewer for the right reasons. Say, are you familiar with the non-magical atom bomb? Yes? It is based on a technology and research completely unrelated to such destruction, but that is still what it was used for. You cannot blame everyone in that field of research for the connection, but that is the stigma they are going to face. It is similar when it comes to soul-magic. It can be used in healing ways, to help with trauma or to connect two people in love. But the only soul-magic many old wizarding families have heard of are dementors, horcruxes and soul-crushers, if they know about soul-magic at all. Be careful- not just regarding what they might do with it, but what they might believe you want to do with it, and what they would do to you to stop you."

When I leave for the portkey point with Snape, once again, as my escort in public, and turn around to wave at Melodenia, I am torn: I'm am sad to leave my friend and our research behind- yet I cannot wait to hold Bellatrix in my arms again.

Part 3

#wip

[ericsonclan]

Pottermore Shenanigans

Summary: The whole gang at Ericson's Diner decide to take the Pottermore tests and figure out their houses and more!

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“Hey, guys,” Prisha popped her head into the main office, checking on Louis and Clementine. “Just wanted to let you know that the deep clean on the bar is almost done,” Her eyebrows quirked as she looked at the computer screen they were both staring at. “Wait a minute, that doesn’t look like budget reports,”

“Haha, guilty,” Louis admitted, scratching the back of his head. “We were taking a break by finding out what house Clementine is on Pottermore,”

“Ooh, color me intrigued. Do you have your results already, Louis?”

“Well, I tried a while back and got sorted into Slytherin,”

“That’s surprising. You don’t seem like the type,”

“I think he’s a Ravenclaw,” Clementine said, leaning back in her chair. “Marches to the beat of his own drum, always wanting to learn new things, endlessly creative…”

“Aaw, thanks, babe,” Louis grinned, placing his elbows on the back of her chair. “Sounds good to me!”

Prisha leaned against the doorframe. “Your results in yet, Clem?”

“Almost. Just gotta click here for my results and… I’m a Gryffindor,”

“As expected,” Prisha noted.

“Yeah,” Louis grinned, “I think all of us saw that one coming,”

“Which house are you, Prisha?” Clem asked, looking up from the computer.

“Definitely Ravenclaw. Now that I think of it though, I never took the official Pottermore test,”

“Might as well do it now,” Clementine stood up from the chair, motioning for Prisha to take a seat. Prisha acquiesced, logging out of Clementine’s account and setting up her own.

As she began to answer the Sorting Hat questions, Violet came into the room holding a broom. “All the cobwebs on all the ceilings have been destroyed. Cleaning’s pretty much done,” She glanced at the computer screen. “Pottermore?”

“Prisha’s never taken the official test,” Clementine explained.

“Done!” Prisha said with a smile.

Louis whistled. “That was fast!”

“What can I say? I know myself well. And the results are… Hufflepuff?!” Prisha stared at the screen in disbelief. “This must be some sort of mistake!”

“I’m Hufflepuff,” Violet commented dryly.

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything against Hufflepuff!” Prisha exclaimed, quickly backtracking. “It’s just that I’m clearly not a Hufflepuff. I’ve known I’m a Ravenclaw my whole life!”

“Mhm,” Violet looked unconvinced.

Ruby and Aasim dropped by before Prisha could dig herself a deeper hole. “Kitchen’s done!” Ruby said with a warm smile. “What’s everybody doing in here?”

“Pottermore,” Louis responded. “Though maybe we should move it into the dining room so everybody can spread out. I’ll grab the laptop and meet you guys there,”

The group agreed and headed en masse to sit at one of the booths. Once Louis emerged with the diner’s laptop, they all decided that they should go the whole nine yards and find out everyone’s house, wand and patronus. Some people had already taken the tests. Aasim was a Ravenclaw with a black walnut wand and a ragdoll cat patronus. Violet and Louis had completed the tests together years ago: Violet had a holly wood wand and a husky patronus while Louis’ wand was hornbeam and his patronus was a salmon. As others returned from their cleaning tasks, they each took a turn completing each of the tests, the others crowding around to watch the results unfold and give their own suggestions on how the person should answer.

Some fascinating discoveries unfolded as the tests were completed. Louis and Mitch had the same patronus, a fact neither of them was happy about. Brody and Sophie (who’d dropped by to pick up a check) joined the ranks of cat patronuses with Aasim, and when A.J. got his turn to take the test, his wand was almost exactly identical to Clementine’s: ebony wood with a dragon heartstring core and supple flexibility, the only difference being ½ an inch between them.

Speaking of length, Prisha soon found herself getting overly invested with how long everyone’s wands were when she found that her wand was in the lead at 14 ½ inches. Most of the others didn’t even get close to that, Omar’s being the shortest at 9 and ½ inches while most were in the 11 to 12 inch range. Mitch got close, but fell short by just a quarter of an inch at 14 and ¼ inches.

“Haha, suck it!” Prisha crowed, doing a little victory dance. “How does it feel to know I have the bigger wand, Mitch?”

“Shut up,” Mitch grumbled, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like any of this shit matters,”

“That’s what losers say,” Prisha retorted, sticking out her tongue at him before continuing her dance. She paused when she noticed everyone staring at her. “Something wrong with my dance?”

Violet shook her head. “It’s the way you’re talking about wand lengths. It’s almost like - like comparing dick sizes,”

“What? No, that’s not what I’m going for at all! I’m just happy to have the biggest wand. There’s nothing weird about that!”

“It is a little weird,” Brody murmured under her breath.

“You’re just jealous than mine is longer than your boyfriend’s!”

“Ok, that’s enough!” Violet declared. “All wand length talk is now forbidden!”

Prisha was a bit pouty at the new rule, but eventually calmed down as she got sucked into the testing excitement once more with all the others. Ruby was a Hufflepuff to no one’s surprise, and Marlon was a Gryffindor. All in all, they were left with five Hufflepuffs, five Gryffindors (including Minnie’s whose results they looked up online with Sophie’s help. Prisha was relieved to find that Minnie also fell a quarter inch short for longest wand), three Ravenclaws (though Louis and Prisha were self-appointed rather than abiding by their test results), and one lone Slytherin. A.J. seemed happy with his special position. “Snakes are cool!” he’d declared upon getting sorted into Slytherin. Everyone shared a look at the result, but soon calmed. Slytherins got a bad rep, but they were just as awesome as any other house. A.J. was living proof of that.

Eventually everyone had taken the test and it was time to call it a night. They trickled out mostly in pairs, Mitch and Brody giving Willy a ride home while Omar hitched a ride with Marlon. Sophie bid everyone a fond farewell as she and Tenn headed out. Ruby and Aasim went out the back exit after turning off the lights in the kitchen. Eventually it was just Louis, Clementine, Prisha and Violet who remained. They headed though the front door as a group, Louis locking the door behind him after they’d exited.

“Well, that was enlightening,” Prisha commented, the night air forming a mist around her words as she spoke.

Clementine nodded. “Definitely. I think Omar got the coolest patronus. Black mambas are some of the most dangerous snakes in the world,”

“Much scarier than a salmon,” Louis said with a sigh. “Your blackbird’s awesome though, Clem. A+ badassery,”

Clementine grinned, interlocking her fingers with his. “I’m sure you’d find a way to make your salmon fearsome if we were actually in battle,”

Prisha gave a wan smile. “Another way in which we’re the same, Louis. Ravenclaws with awkward patronuses. There’s no way an aardvark patronus would be the star of any sort of action scene,”

“I don’t know,” Violet said with a shrug. “I think aardvarks are pretty cute,”

That drew a smile from Prisha. She reached out, taking her girlfriend’s hand as well.

“Guess that concludes our Pottermore adventures,” Louis announced. “See you guys in the morning!”

With that, both couples headed out, ready to call it a day.

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