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thechromebucket · 2 months
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You need balls to play Quidditch.
A very special thanks to sinnedaria for the parchment background. 
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watermonkeystuff · 8 months
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Bludger live.
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honeydukesheroine · 5 months
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The In-Betweens Chapter 23: Cut Up
Sneak Peak 🍰
There was a request for a sneak peak, so here's a treat:
“What’s that?” Ron asked when they entered their dorm an hour later and found a parcel sitting on the edge of Harry’s bedside table. “Dunno,” Harry replied, trying to think if he had been expecting a delivery. Harry took the parcel and read the note attached, immediately recognizing Ginny’s loopy handwriting. Ron persisted: “Harry, if someone’s sending you suspicious packages, I don’t think you should be opening them, it could be -” Harry disregarded him and tore open the package to pull out a bottle of thick, orange paste that he recognized as Bruise Balm. Spello-taped to the front of the bottle was a note from Ginny: As the protection of Harry Potter is a matter of national security, it’s only right that you should have some on hand. Madam Pomfrey is overworked as it is. She sends her regards, but doesn’t want to see you at least for another two weeks. Uses: ambushing Bludgers and red-headed fits of temper.  - Gin P.S. That seemed like a tough spot to reach. If you need any help, let me know. A smile had plastered itself across Harry’s face, and he could feel a flush creeping under his skin.  “Who’s it from?” Ron asked. “No one, it’s fine,” Harry said, trying to straighten his face. Neville came out of the bathroom, toweling off his wet hair. “Oh good, you got it, Harry. Ginny asked me to drop that off for you.” Harry squeezed his eyes shut. “Thanks, Nev.”  “It’s from Ginny?” Ron asked, coming around to read the note over Harry’s shoulder. Harry folded it quickly and shoved it in his pocket. “What is it?” “Bruise balm,” Harry whispered, highly aware of Dean listening in, punching his pillow into place. “From that Bludger today.” “Oh, right,” Ron said, chuckling. “Well at least it wasn’t your head.” He gave Harry a light slap on the shoulder, making him wince, before he turned to throw his own bag down by his bed. Almost as an afterthought, Ron added, “Mind keeping your shirt on around my sister? Or else she’ll get ideas. You know how she’s always been about you.”  Dean closed his hangings with such force that one of the rings broke off, leaving a slight space between the hangings. The aggressiveness of it drew Ron’s attention, and he began considering the rustling curtains and slowly looked back to Harry. “Right,” Harry said, turning to hide his face, and feigned shuffling through his trunk.  
Currently I'm in the last stages of editing before sending it off to @fizzyginfizz this week. I'll be excited to share this one soon!
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iamnmbr3 · 2 months
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Literal seconds into their very first quidditch game and what is Draco’s priority? Coming over to say hi to Harry. Why are they like this?
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cardinalone-ao3 · 9 months
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First time writing (publicly) 😀
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June 17 Prompt - Fast
She was intoxicating. Radiant even. She didn’t just glow like the setting sun - she was the sun. And being burned didn’t really sound all that bad.
She moved fast and almost reckless at times, more deliberate at others. And all he could do was sit there and watch her. It was all beautiful to him.
Like he said, intoxicating.
Which was why he completely missed the bludger racing toward him, yet again. It was the third time today, he grumbled internally as he felt the impact against his stomach.
He fell to the ground, thankfully only a few feet away.
As he lay looking up, he saw her flying down toward him, her blazing look and mane of red hair flowing fully behind her. Any breath he had left vanished. Peakes was mumbling some apology, but he couldn’t hear it as he watched her. All he could see, hear, sense was her racing down toward him.
He vaguely registered Ron’s mumbled annoyance in the background. “Bloody hell, not again.” But then she landed next to him and touched her hand to his shoulder and he suddenly wondered who had been talking before.
“Are we sure he’s qualified to be seeker?” Demelza shot, earning a round of snickers. “That’s the sixth time this week,” Cootes said, stifling his own laughter.
“Shut it, you lot,” she snapped, turning to glare at them. The turn of her hair caused the flowery scent of her to assault his nostrils and he breathed deeply.
She turned back down and smirked, laying a hand back on his shoulder. A fire erupted on his skin at her touch.
“But they do have a point, Potter. Are you sure you’ve got the right prescription for those glasses?”
He chuckled, trying to think fast of anything to hide the real reason he was distracted.
“Thought I’d trade with Dumbledore today, but I don’t think they work right. No twinkle.”
She grinned and a wholly different fire burned inside him.
Everyone took back to the air as he waved the team off. He made to get up but caught sight of her again in the air, this time shushing a laughing Katie and Demelza. As he watched her smile and laugh, he felt the low throb of his newest bludger-induced bruise. Only one thought coursed through him as she shot him a quick smile and took off with the quaffle.
Worth it.
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theostrophywife · 6 months
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hey quick question what the fuck?
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starchaserdreams · 1 year
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Wolfstar Microfic: Rogue
Remus was paying attention to the Quidditch practice. 
He was. 
Well…
Sort of.
But James and Sirius playing with a quaffle was hardly anything new. James would fly, and shoot, and Sirius would either save or miss. It had happened about a hundred times today alone, not to mention all of the other practices that Remus had sat through.
So Remus was also trying to revise, but without a textbook in front of him, it was rather hard. 
So at the exact moment that it all happened, Remus was listing off the medicinal properties of dittany from memory. He’d just finished with effects when eaten and had moved on to topical properties on skin, when a rush of voices woke him from his inner monologue. 
“Ahhhh!” That was Sirius. 
And then “Nooooo!” That was James. 
And then there was uproarious laughter.
Remus focused his eyes, and the problem was immediately obvious. 
The two boys were meant to be practicing just themselves with a quaffle, but somehow a bludger had managed to free itself from its box. 
James was flying in a wide arc around the stadium, the bludger trailing behind. 
Sirius grabbed a club from the ground and raced up to join them. He was howling with laughter, immensely enjoying the chaos of a rogue bludger.
Remus couldn’t help but smile; the two of them were so ridiculous sometimes. 
Remus had sort of expected them to catch it and put it away, but he hadn’t given them enough credit for how much they liked chaos. 
They continued playing together, and James stayed shooting, but Sirius took over as Beater rather than Keeper. 
They tired themselves out pretty quickly, but even so by the end they were still laughing. 
Once the bludger and the quaffle were put away, they found Remus in the stands. They were already talking excitedly about what had happened. 
Sirius slung an arm around Remus easily, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
It made Remus smile to feel so immediately brought in to the moment. Trust Sirius to know how to include him right away. 
“I can’t believe a bludger got loose, they should make those cages safer,” Remus told them. 
Sirius grinned, looking ecstatic. “Were you worried about us, Moony?”
Remus felt himself blush. “Never,” he said immediately.
But Sirius was not at all deterred. “Awww, Moony loves us, that’s why he worries,” Sirius said, running his hand through Remus’ hair. “Don’t worry, we love you too.”
Both James and Remus just smiled in response, because really, who could resist indulging Sirius in whatever he wanted? Not either of them, not ever.
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perciver4ever · 4 months
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Is it just me or do I absolutely DESPISE when people mischaracterize any of my favourite characters. Especially when they're roleplaying, like no Percy Weasley would not say "Haiiii :3" and be friends with Draco fucking Malfoy. Yes, Oliver Wood would 100% name his owl bludger/quaffle. No, Ron Weasley isn't homophobic. Yes, Percy Weasley is a terrible liar, he'd be sweating bullets but people would still believe him because they think he's a nerd and dork.
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greenerteacups · 9 months
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Has Hermione set Snape of fire in Lionheart?
so no actually! reason being that in this universe, draco doesn't steal neville's remembrall ==> harry doesn't catch it ==> mcgonagall doesn't notice and override the first-year rule ==> harry doesn't make the quidditch team until second year tryouts + quirrell never jinxes harry's broom, meaning hermione never mistakes it for snape and sets him on fire (and accidentally distracting quirrell in the process). The bluebell flames that she conjures in Chapter 48 are a nod to that episode, and an establishing moment that she does know how to conjure them, she just hasn't used them offensively. (Yet).
i actually adore the bluebell flames as a motif, because (1) hermione is the only person we see in the series to conjure them, suggesting they're either something she came up with herself or it's an obscure variant of a flame-conjuring spell that she's fond of for personal reasons. but then also, (2) they're such a potentially rich symbol: it's fire, with all the connotations of warmth and bravery and ferocity and unhinged danger, but it's blue, which is associated with coldness, clarity, beauty, water. and then there's the fact that blue flames are used as visual shorthand (not necessarily realistically, but there you are) for being hotter than normal flames. it's so cool.
and like, it's not just "blue" flames, it's "bluebells," which are a kind of hyacinth — kids, never ever use a floral color descriptor around a flower nerd — but the word "hyacinth" comes from the Greek myth of Hyacinthus, a lover of the sun God, Apollo, who kills Hyacinthus by accident. and when he can't bring Hyacinthus back, he grows these blue flowers that are shaped like Hyacinthus's hair to remind him of his lover. and for Hermione, I think there's something resonant about loving someone so powerful and strong they can't help but hurt you; about being a mortal, and therefore expendable, because you don't have the right blood, and how that subjects you to violence even by people who try to care about you and protect you. and we could set up all kinds of parallels between Apollo and Harry, or even Ron, and not to get on my bullshit about how hermione is underappreciated in the original books but she IS—
but anyway. hey. do you know what the Greek epithet "Hyacinthine" means? Curly-haired.
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Marlene McKinnon’s nickname was 100% cherry bomb and you can literally fight me on this I’m right
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adellovesrowan · 2 years
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being a rowan stan is knowing rowan wouldnt be good enough at quidditch to make the team. being a rowan stan is also knowing rowan deserves to be on the team so much
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simply-slytherin · 7 months
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The beater isn't my favorite Quidditch position for no reason. Send any hate trolls my way, I have my favorite bludger to share with them. 😊🖤
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middlefletcher · 2 years
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Everything somehow felt even more shit than it had the day before. Or maybe that was just because Cal screwing up at quidditch—because that was what had happened today—made everything feel even more tenuous than before. Like an unneeded reminder that things could fall apart again and Ian would be useless to fix them only now Mac was also in worse trouble than before. One thing Ian was not useless at, though—the one thing he’d always been good for—was listening. Ian had ushered the kids outside once they got back from Cal’s match with worried, upset faces and explained to Ian what happened, how Cal had totally missed both the snitch and the opposing seeker chasing after it until he was way too late to catch up, and how he’d also taken a bludger while trying to catch up anyways. Best to let Cal have some space in the house, he figured, and sure enough Cal had gone straight to his room when he finally got home. Ian let him be, and he made sure Patty kept her distance as well. But he’d listened. To Patty in her room, making sure she stayed there. To the kids on their brooms. To the silence from Cal’s room. And then, to the sound of footsteps coming up to the house. Ian sat up from where he was pretending to read against the side of the house. The last thing they needed was some random bloke showing up today. So he rushed inside to the front door and pulled it open just in time to see a bloke holding something on the front stoop. Only this was not the sort of bloke he was expecting. The bloke was younger than what typically went for Patty, for one. A lot cleaner. Ian studied him for a few seconds before it hit him: this wasn’t a Patty bloke. This was Cal’s bloke. He tilted his head sideways, regarding the bloke, trying to figure out what to do about the fact he was on their doorstep. Ian thought about what he’d heard two nights ago, before he put the earplugs in. He also thought about Cal and Mac’s conversation the next morning. About Cal’s worries, and how Mac encouraged him to push past them, because he wasn’t Patty. Ian believed that too. And then he thought about how, when Ian felt like everything was falling apart, he’d wanted to see Ethan, and doing so made him feel better (even if it left him with a new sort of confusion). With all that in mind, the answer seemed clear. “Cal’s in his room,” Ian said without introduction or preamble. “Everyone else is outside, so if you’re quick you can get in there without anyone spotting you,” he said, stepping out of the way of the front door so the bloke could go in. Assuming that’s what he was here for. 
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triumphit · 11 months
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alicia, fred and george are the : protect harry squad. 
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mousegirlheart · 1 year
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so called 'freethinking' Australian leftists who animorph into Margaret Thatcher the second dole bludgers are brought up
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Australian tax payers you have my thanks for funding this muff diving adventure 💖
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