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lifeofkaze · 1 year

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 28: THE VERNAL BALL

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Tagging: @flareshogwarts

A/N: David Willows (in mention) belongs to @that-scouse-wizard

Hosting the Vernal Ball was the prerogative of the Quidditch League's reigning champion, so for the fifth time in a row, players and other important members of the business had found their way to Montrose.

As she walked up the driveway to the estate where the ball was being held, Lizzie took in her surroundings with wonder. The Magpies had outdone themselves this year; the path was flanked by blooming cherry trees, magical lights twinkling from between their branches, and the scent of lilac carried on the breeze coming from the nearby sea.

Dipping her head into her neck, Lizzie marvelled at the delicate beauty of the pink petals above her until a quiet scoff from Matthew made her smile disappear.

"Had you kept your dress, you could have fit right among them."

Lizzie waited until the couple overtaking them was out of earshot before she answered, "Too bad that I prefer the cherries."

Matthew glanced at her red dress, standing out from the soft pastel shades of the other guests. "Your taste has been somewhat questionable lately."

"Funny, I'm inclined to agree."

They completed the rest of their way in silence. Some journalists had gathered on the stairs leading up to the main entrance, but Lizzie paid them no mind and kept on walking. Having no choice but to follow her, Matthew flashed the cameras a smile, and stepped behind Lizzie into the bustling entry hall of the manor.

"Have you lost your mind?" he hissed as soon as they were inside. "You can't just ignore them like that."

"Looks like I can."

"Whatever has gotten into you today?"

"Some sense, methinks," Lizzie replied, waving at David Willows as he walked past with his fiancée. "These vultures don't deserve another second of my attention after everything they wrote. Now, how about you go and get us some champagne?"

The grim satisfaction Lizzie had felt after the little show she had put on for Matthew began to wane as the evening drew on. She knew most of the guests at least by sight, but despite all the familiar faces, Lizzie soon realised that she had no one to actually talk to. As she scanned the crowd for any sign of her teammates, she found herself looking in vain for one face, in particular; when it dawned on her that Orion might have chosen to stay away, a strange mix of disappointment and relief befell her.

Close by the open bar, Lizzie had seen her friend Andre Ewgu talking to a young wizard with a muscular frame and dark hair, but they were too enthralled in their conversation for her to go and join them. She briefly considered finding David Willows for a chat, but on second thought, introducing Matthew to her old friend wasn’t something Lizzie was actually too keen on.

Despite her act of defiance from earlier, Matthew had put on his best public face. He was all charms and smiles, chatting with the men and complimenting the women on their dresses. All the while, his hand kept pressing into the small of Lizzie's back, a constant reminder that he was always by her side. Eventually, her salvation came in the form of Erika Rath, who stood close to the grand piano with a group of people Lizzie didn't recognise.

"Jameson!" Erika called over the music, beckoning Lizzie over with a nod of her head. Once she and Matthew had made their way over, she gave Lizzie's dress a look. "Missed the dress code?"

"There was a last minute incident with her original dress," Matthew began, but Lizzie cut him off with a shrug.

"Thought it doesn't hurt to stand out every once in a while."

Erika, dressed in a pale blue jumpsuit and heels that made her stand taller than most men in the room, raised her eyebrows, but Lizzie thought that the corners of her mouth were twitching.

"True, seeing how your Wanderers have been doing lately."

Lizzie sighed deeply. "Whom are you telling?"

"She's right," said a big man with dark skin and a deep, rumbling voice. He must have noticed Lizzie's quizzical look because he extended one of his massive hands to her. "Gideon Gibson. I'm a scout for Puddlemere."

"Nice to meet you, Mr Gibson. I heard you made some good catches lately?"

Gibson smiled widely, presenting two rows of pearly white teeth. "Call me Gideon, please. And we have, you'll see for yourself soon enough. If your performance keeps on dropping like it has, we’ll have a shot at overtaking you."

Lizzie laughed along with him but didn't actually think it that funny. "We'll see about that, Gideon."

"I suspect we will. There's a lot to see in the future, actually. Your contract, for example. Word on the stands has been you're hard to get, but that you're still not signed by anyone? Surprising, really."

Lizzie frowned at his words, but before she could ask what he meant, Matthew said, "This is neither the time nor place to talk about contracts, especially not with the likes of you."

Gideon's and several other pairs of eyebrows shot up. "The likes of us?"

"Matthew…" Lizzie begged him, but he continued as if she hadn't spoken at all.

"People who have no say in the business. Should a club be interested in offering Lizzie a contract, we will talk to the executives and nobody else."

"Matthew, please."

"Is that so, McRae?" Erika said coolly. "Being the top-notch agent you are, you should know a scout's opinion holds its weight."

Matthew's look was icy. "I don't need you to tell me how to do my job."

"Apparently you do, or Jameson would long have a new offer on the table."

"Matthew, please don't," Lizzie said imploringly as Matthew's eyes narrowed, but instead of directing his anger at Erika, he suddenly turned on her.

"You stay out of this," he snapped at Lizzie. "You don't even know what we're talking about."

"If the players talk, the agents shut up," Erika interrupted him curtly. "Old Quidditch rule. Not that I'd expect you to know. You're not one of us, after all."

Lizzie held her breath, her eyes flicking between Matthew's badly subdued rage and Erika's stoic calm.

"I don't have to listen to this," Matthew said brusquely. "Come on, Lizzie. We're leaving."

Lizzie automatically turned to do as she was told, but then she paused. Sensing her hesitation, Matthew put his hand between Lizzie's shoulder blades and pushed her along, but Erika called them back. Her voice was still calm, but now laced with an icy anger.

"If Jameson doesn't want to leave, she’s going to stay."

Feeling Erika's presence in her back, Lizzie held Matthew's infuriated gaze until he turned away with a derisive huff.

"Fine. Finish up your business and be quick about it. I expect you to come home right after."

"It might take a while."

Matthew bent towards her and lowered his voice to almost a growl. "Don't push me, Lizzie."

"Do you need me to show you the door?" Erika wanted to know.

With a last cold look at Lizzie, Erika and the rest of them, Matthew stood up straight, turned and pushed through the crowd towards the Apparition spots. When he was out of sight, Lizzie exhaled slowly. She turned to Erika with a grateful, if somewhat bashful, smile.

"Thank you, and sorry for Matthew. He's had a rough week. He's normally not like this."

"You don't need to make excuses for him. Everyone knows he's a pompous idiot."

The words in his defence were already on the tip of her tongue, but Lizzie swallowed them. Instead, she helped herself to another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. As their conversation resumed, the other scouts broke away one after the other, until eventually, Erika and Lizzie were the only ones left.

"It's been a while since we talked one-on-one," Erika noted.

"It's been a strange few weeks," Lizzie sighed, feeling the truth of her words to her core. "I don't know where my head is, with the team and the contract and all."

"And the wedding."

Lizzie felt a plummeting sensation in her stomach. "Of course."

They didn't speak as Erika looked around the room.

"How is she doing?" she suddenly asked, more quietly than before. Lizzie didn't need to be a Seer to know whom she was talking about. She shook her head.

"I don't know. Skye and I haven't spoken since I moved out."

"You did?"

"Yes, after the fight we had in Wimbourne. I suppose you know about that."

Erika raised her eyebrows. "Everybody knows."

"I wish it hadn't gone that way," Lizzie said sadly. "We both said some pretty nasty things."

"That's what she does, though. Dealing insults like Bludgers when she doesn't get her way. It's always been like that."

Humming in agreement, Lizzie looked to where Skye stood with her older brothers. She wore a sharply tailored suit over what looked like not much else, her dark hair with the blue ends twisted into a messy knot low in her neck. Ethan Parkin was nowhere to be seen, and it was almost shocking how relaxed all three of the Parkin children seemed.

"It's not good, your fight with her affecting your game so much," said Erika, who had followed Lizzie's gaze. Lizzie was surprised at the notion.

"It doesn't."

"Doesn't it?" Erika snorted. "I've known you for some years now, Jameson. You always let your emotions rule your performance, for better or for worse. You’re better than this."

"Why are you telling me this? You're working for the Magpies, I play for Wigtown. I'm competition."

"First and foremost, you're a good player. We used to be in different houses but trained together, anyway. I hate to see a talent like yours wasted."

Lizzie frowned. "Are we still talking about my performance?"

"Maybe." Erika fixed her with a serious look. "Have you never considered transferring?"

"Not in the past, no."

"And now?"

"I'm tired of all the fighting," Lizzie admitted tentatively. "It's exhausting and distracting, and no matter what we do, when it counts, we always fail." She shrugged helplessly. "Sometimes I wonder if Wigtown is still the right place for me."

"Good players stick with the fold. Great ones seize their chance when they see it. You have what it takes to be great, but if you stay on the safe side in Wigtown, your chance will pass you by."

It took Lizzie a moment to come up with a reply, but before she could, Erika tensed, emptied her champagne and braced her shoulders.

"Nice chat, Jameson. Think about what I said. Now excuse me, there's someone else I need to have a word with."

And with that, she was gone, pushing through the crowd toward where Gwenog Jones - captain of the Holyhead Harpies - had taken the place by Skye's side. Suddenly alone, Lizzie was unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was spinning with Erika's words, and she felt the strong urge to find someone who didn't want to talk about Quidditch.

Her eyes fell on Andre, who now stood alone and with an empty glass in hand. Taking two fresh drinks from a tray being offered to her, Lizzie made her way over to him. When Andre saw her, his face lit up, and he greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks.

"Would you look at this beauty? What a showstopper, if I may say so. Oh, and you're kind of pretty, too, Lizzie," he said, holding Lizzie at arm's length. He made a circle with his index finger, on which a big ring was glittering. "Come on, don't be shy."

Smiling to herself, Lizzie spun around herself, giving him a proper look at his creation. She had to take care not to stumble as she came to a halt; the champagne was stronger than she had thought. Lizzie giggled; it was a light and giggly sound, one she hadn't made in a while.

"Thank you so much for this gorgeous dress. I'm sorry I let it sit in my wardrobe for so long."

"A veritable crime," Andre tutted, his eyes scanning the crowd. "You know what else is a crime? How long my date is taking with the drinks."

"That's why I brought these."

"You're an angel," Andre sighed as Lizzie handed him one of the champagne flutes. "An impeccably dressed angel."

"You're the first to say anything along those lines tonight."

"Oh?" Andre wiggled his eyebrows as he drank. "I sense drama. Give it to me."

"Not tonight," Lizzie shook her head. "I just want to enjoy myself for a change. Looks like you are, anyway. You and the Puddlemere Keeper? How can your Pride heart take this?"

"Camp Pride until my dying day," Andre said, putting a hand over his heart. "But in this case, Portree might need to look the other way. I mean, have you seen his cheekbones? His eyes?"

"I'm usually too busy trying to get past his defence."

Andre flashed her a mischievous smile. "So am I."

When she spotted Andre's date making his way back towards them, Lizzie turned to go.

"Good luck with scoring, then. Let me know how it went."

"Oh, don't worry. I will," Andre laughed as he closed his arms around Lizzie. "It's been nice seeing my creation out and about instead of rotting among distasteful Quidditch shirts. Talking of which," he added more quietly, "I think there's someone else who might like to see it."

He discreetly nodded at the tall glass doors leading from the ballroom into the garden. Lizzie followed his eyes, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Orion's familiar figure breaking from the crowd and vanishing outside. She turned back to Andre with a doubtful look.

"I don't know about this, Andre."

"But I do. Just look at yourself, honey. I promise, if you're going to waste this dress, I'll be very cross with you."

With a grateful but somewhat shaky smile, Lizzie went with the nudge Andre gave her and slowly made her way towards where Orion had left the ball. When she reached the terrace doors, she hesitated, the tingling in her stomach so strong she had to press her hand against it. She stood there for another moment, the heat of the room in her back and the cool evening air on her face.

Then she shook her head, pulled herself together, and stepped out into the night.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #orion amari x mc #lizzie jameson #andre egwu #erika rath #skye parkin #balance series #search for balance #sfb

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dovahkiin-19 · 1 year

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Hogwarts mystery fans asking JC why our character can’t date the quidditch characters:

#hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #murphy mcnully #skye parkin #erika rath #quidditch gang #mc x orion amari #mc x murphy mcnully #mc x skye parkin #mc x erika rath #let us date them #jam city please #why isn't it possible?

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rayraelleaizawa · 2 years

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Orion as a vegetarian/vegan?

He is a balanced man - one with the nature. And animals are part or nature aren't they. So, would he eat meat? Or generally food made from or of animals?

Or would he eat meat and use e.g. wool clothing because it is a giving and receiving with nature and it makes him feel even more one with it?

Someone anwer me pls. What are your thoughts?

#orion amari x mc #orion amari #orion amari x reader #orion #hogwarts mystery #hphm #quidditch #skye parkin #murphy mcnully #erika rath

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dirtyfox911911 · 1 year

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Dirty Fox, Dirty, or DF if the name is awkward to spell

They/Them or He/Him

5”3 (160 cm) - yes, even after Hogwarts. He short, but wide 🤏🏻

Hogwarts student, Slytherin, attends since 1984

(Now, when I started playing, I didn’t realize I was inputting first and last name for them, and just went with my artist nickname. Last name Fox fits other family members pretty well, but the name Dirty is kinda silly. In kinda endearing way, it grew on me quickly x} So I kept it

One day, during year 7, Dirty suddenly appeared to have sideburns. Never acknowledged how, when and why, but it’s a weird they grew overnight right after Dirty met dear old dad. Coincidence? Magic? They would never admit…

Dirty is frequently seen wearing the third outfit (img.), and wouldn’t change their style for years, as it’s the most comfortable for them. They would wear something more casual or appropriate on rare occasions, such as attending St.Mungo, where it wouldn’t be fitting to show up all spiky and grunge before patients and disturb their peace. You gotta tone down a little once in a while!

Despite the punk aesthetics and visuals, Dirty is very laid back and chill, always picking positive or neutral options, and going with the flow to see where it brings them.

They’re sincerely supportive of whatever their friends, or people they meet are into, but they feel uneasy around socially active people like Penny, and they cannot stand prank culture around Hogwarts, whether committing a prank, enduring one, or witnessing. They would never say that explicitly however, and would just avoid people with these traits.

Given the background and adventures HM MC goes through, it caused Dirty to possibly develop a slightly depressive state, and caused the majority of their passive behavior. To handle their mental health, they found working out to be one option with a good therapeutic effect. And got broader shoulders as a bonus ;}

They aren’t particularly interested in sports, but becoming a beater for school period, and befriending Erika Rath did wonders on that as well.

Having Ebony wand in use and posession, Dirty is using it in combat very well, but chooses not to fight unless it’s necessary. And when it’s necessary, most often than not they use Offence spells and brutal force, tanking through. It doesn’t always land well, as they often forget to defend, or don’t account for opponent to defend, and rely on raw luck.

Dirty is a frequent volunteer at Creatures reserve.

Their absolute favorite creature is augurey, and they spend the most time with it at Foggy Moor.

One particularly gloomy day, when feeding bowtruckles, Dirty named one Last Straw, so they can keep telling themselves there’s at least one little straw keeping them from loosing their patience.

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When it comes to dating, Dirty went exclusive with Merula. The relationship has had its ups and downs, and it’s uncertain if it will last. But it’s sincere at the moment, and it’s all that matters.

Too bad they can’t see each other behind Dirty’s wild hair 😶‍🌫️

Dirty’s favorite subject has got to be Muggle studies. Muggle culture and similarities with their interests fascinate them.

Their favorite Ministry assignments are always the ones with Mad-Eye, however, Dirty doesn’t see future in working in Ministry of Magic.

They’re not particularly fond of Herbology, which is weird considering their future profession (more on that later).

Early Hogwarts years they were thrilled about Potions, but professor Snape’s hateful “character building’’ attitude towards them, and often hanging out with Penny drew them away from liking Potions.

When asked about future, Dirty never gives particular answer, and keeps options open.

With what happened towards the end of year 7, since their long-lost returned father showed up and demanded them to join and lead R, Dirty accepted Peregrine back, but stayed neutral about joining R. It’s clear as day, Ministry does have its portion of corruption. However, there’s more blood on R’s hands, whether it’s from current, or previous members. And since Peregrine doesn’t want to be held accountable, Dirty considered actually joining. Only to have access to disassemble R from the inside. Keep your friends close, but enemies even closer, right?

Will it work out, or not - only future will tell.

Speaking of future

After graduation, Dirty indulged into studying mushrooms. He worked on creating a new spell - Mycelius. The spell would cause a large chunk of Mushrooms grow from any surface. However, it’s mycelia would damage or even consume a piece of said surface. Very fast, this spell became offensive and dangerous in hands with malicious intent, and been casted onto someone at least twice. That made Dirty create a counter spell, that would reverse effects of Mycellius.

The rest of the time Dirty spent trying to create a potion with the same effect, accidentally inventing numerous new poisons and toxic pesticides, that would become in demand for various uses against pests and insects.

Dirty isn’t very proud of his current inventions in potions sphere, but they do pay the bills, and provide him with more resources and time to continue his work on ultimate mushroom growing serum. He still uses Mycellium every now and then.

And that’s how he ended up doing what he didn’t really like studying at school. The end! For now.

#hphm oc #hphm #hphm mc #Dirty Fox

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deafeningwizardsquare · 1 year

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Mark my words: this will end badly.

KIDDOS? It is time to slay!

Welcome back to this amazing new episode of me commenting Quidditch.

After an exchange of views with my dear dear friend @vandelopa-x over Quidditch in general, it is time to destroy the destroyable and keep the tradition alive!

So, season 4 was, indeed, something.

Overall, it didn't started with a climax, as usual. Season 3 had one of the best beginnings, winning with a dramatic impact over the player and Orion's falling from the broom, yet it lost in its initial goal (with the TRUE AND ONLY CAPTAIN THAT I RECOGNISE having to face stuffs like poor self esteem, crisis over his identities and the relationship between the ones around him) while on the process to understand what the plot has to do with itself.

True, I like to bully season 3, and with good reasons. But to be honest, it wasn't even bad at all. Troubles with Hogwarts Mystery always start when a certain developing company decides that MC has to be at the centre of literally everything going on a screen.

Did they deserve the leadership? Where they ready?

Spoiler: no.

They almost saved it when they decided to introduce us to Badger (LOVE OF A LIFETIME I FREAKING ADORE HIM) and Kneil. Bless them.

What I didn't like about season 4 overall it's its extreme filler, a overly long time to actually develop a twist and some characters that decided to take the time machine back to season 1 (hello Skye) and apparently forgot about the only good thing that happened in season 3 (aside Badger, love of a lifetime, I freaking adore him) aka developing and making amends.

But, aside that, this isn’t a roasting post at all, because…

🥁

I liked it. Not a lot, not extremely a lot but we are kind of back in a decent state for Quidditch:

Murphy had more than 5 minutes of screen time and only this could light up your day.

Also, his friendship it’s Budger is overwhelming. At the end they are just two misunderstood souls who found each other and it's beautiful.

Give a raise to whoever decided that Murphy and Orion has to team up once again.

And you, exactly you, Jam a city employer spying on us, I personally want to thank you again for making Orion and Skye fighting again.

THE TWINS OH BOY OH LORD.

I actually adored them. Especially Gruffyd, since Baglan it's an human case and has to be treated as such.

A thing that I want to say is that I understand perfectly their sub story. Because they are similar to Skye, according to the “family makes you suffer sometimes” but it's really enjoyable the fact that they decided to talk about what not only what their family represent but also what they went through and how it could possibly affect them, sparing from the same tragedy that hit their ancestor. I also adore that they implemented their need to be themselves while seeking love or appreciation and even a little bit of adventure just to escape from their name.

I admit that I've cried a little when Gruffyd said that they had struggles making friends because people make assumptions. It does scream “ERIKA RATH” everywhere, but on the other side it makes you reflect that at the end everyone involved in Quidditch is a little bit lonely because various issues. Relatable, sad but true.

Andre' lines where out of this world. The “Wellnelly pancakes” will never get old in this blog.

Also we are over discussing about what really matters.

Ethan Parkin was no where to be seen

Like this is literally a reason to institute a national holiday?!

I missed Charlie and I hate the opponent house captain. Just marry Bean and leave us alone cause I can totally see the tension!

Bonus:

Look.

I care about them. And let's be honest: so does some folks around;I still think that they have won the heart of so many because they are human.

I could end this, that's it, that's the post but no- I do want justice for the prefects but I want justice even for them.

I'm not asking to see them growing up, that's a beautiful utopia from my account. I just want to see them happy, even if MC is not involved.

So please Jam City, PLEASE, give them if not a sequel but a decent goodbye.

#justiceforthesquad

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #orion amari #skye parkin #murphy mcnully

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autisticarachnid · 2 years

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maeve and erika on a winter’s date day

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hp hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery mc #my art #maeve cotter #erika rath #maeve x erika #erika rath x mc

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zafirosreverie · 4 years

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Skye yelled at you when a bludger almost hit her. It made sense, it was your duty to protect her and the others from the bludgers, but it was hard enough to avoid being hit yourself.

Why did you let Orión convince you to play as a beater? Yes, your team needed a beater and you were pretty fast, but still, why did you think it was a good idea?. You were against Erika Rath's team for Merlin's sake!

"MC, you watch out!" the seeker yelled and you turned to see another bludger coming directly to your head. You covered your face, expecting the pain, but it never came.

When you looked, you saw Rath in front of you and the bludger was nowhere to be found.

"Did you just save me?" you asked confused

"You're lucky i was paying attention to you. Watch out. I won't be around you all the match" She said and flew away, but you swore you saw her ears turning red.

Wait, what? Did she just said she was watching you all this time?

"MC! Come on!" Skye said and you returned your attention to the action.

It was a good match, but you couldn't help the red that painted your cheeks all the time, specially when you felt a pair of eyes watching you.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #hphm #hphm x reader #hphm imagine #hphm erika #erika rath #erika rath x mc #erika rath x reader #erika rath imagine #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery

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catherinestark-hphm · 4 years

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Make your ships uwu

I created my main ships for the moment and it was fun. You should too, if you want! Here it is if you want to do it!

Ships presented: Talcat (Talbott and Cath), Merien (Adrien and Merula) and since I'm clowning over Cath x Erika I did them as well ajsjdnwjsjs

Tagging: @slytherin-puffskein @slytherinliththorne @hanihonii @kyril-hphm @theguythatdraws @ryollie @wickedica @weasley-adoptee @elegantlypathetic @upset-hufflepuff @angellazull @astrejlau @falyenhea @katherinepiercehphm @callmederok @caustic-curses @narionblack @zincgirl @annevmoreira @hogwartsmysterystory and anyone who'd like to join!!

#hphm #hphm mc #picrew #harry potter: hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery mc #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #talcat #merien #erika x catherine #erika rath x mc #erika rath #talbott winger #merula snyde

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that-scouse-wizard · 3 years

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1, 6, 12 & 18 mix and match any ships you want

Thanks for the ask! I’ll go for Willopeia, WillowsRath, and Boothbosca.

1) What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re…hot…”

6) How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

12) How much independence do they prefer in a relationship—do they want to share their lives as much as possible with their partner, or do they prefer to mostly do their own thing and let their partner do their own thing?

18) They’re going through something incredibly difficult—perhaps they’re very sick, have lost a loved one, or have gone through a traumatic event. Do they ask for or accept support and care from their partner, or try to isolate themselves?

Willopeia

1) For David, it would have been after Sprout put them together for an assignment during one of KC’s catch-up lessons. For KC it would have been seeing David whacking bludgers for Quidditch practice.

6) Neither of them are complaining when they realise they like the other. KC is very comfortable with the idea of liking a tall, sporty guy with good hair. And let's face it, KC is a gorgeous girl who can kick David's arse, that's right up his alley.

12) David and KC are definitely a mix. On one hand they both deeply value their independence. On the other, they would also run the Quidditch camp together and be together as much as they can.

18) KC might try to be strong and try to distract herself somehow though she would accept David's help and support. David is more likely to actively seek KC out for support and she would gladly provide him with whatever comfort he needs.

Willowsrath

1) David has had a crush on Erika since he got to know her in second year, while it went away after she let him down gently, it came back with a vengeance after Erika kissed him at the end of his fifth year. Erika realised she was attracted to David at the beginning of her fifth year after realising he would be one of the people she would miss the most.

6) David was admittedly nervous when his crush didn’t truly go away after Erika let him down. Erika was more anxious about liking him since she didn’t want to make it seem like she was trying to mess with him.

12) These two are more independent from each other, preferring to let the other do their own thing but will always be willing to make time for each other.

18) Erika would still remain stoic but she would really be hurting and want David at her side. If it’s the other way around, David would seek Erika out and while she might not offer comforting words, she’d hold him close as an assurance that she’s here for him.

Boothbosca

1) For Amelia, she had a crush on Chiara throughout her Hogwarts years starting from her fourth year but with everything that happened, she didn’t really get the chance to act on it. Chiara realised it after being concerned with Amelia’s safety during the war when the Order learns her apothecary was destroyed.

6) Chiara was initially freaked out because while she had still made friends she wasn’t sure about being in a committed relationship, knowing that her partner would have to deal with her transformations. Admittedly, Amelia was apprehensive about Chiara’s lycanthropy but reasoned she could help brew wolfsbane potions.

12) These two definitely want to share a lot, especially since it helps the two of them relax from their stressful jobs as a healer and magizoologist respectively.

18) Both of them will actively seek out comfort from the other. Chiara was one of the first people Amelia sought comfort in after Alder’s death.

#harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #david willows #katriona cassiopeia #willopeia #erika rath #erika x mc #mc x erika #willowsrath #hphm mc #hphm oc #amelia booth #chiara lobosca #chiara x mc #mc x chiara #boothbosca

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Miscalculation

Part One of my rewrite of Year 7, Chapter 51, also featuring the fall of R, spoilers ahead

“The snitch has been caught!” The commentator loudly and enthusiastically informed the crowd. “The Holyhead Harpies gains a victory over the Wimbourne Wasps, allowing their position for the quidditch league cup to advance!”

Helena cheered loudly at the sound of the announcement, just like the other Harpies fans who were either dressed in emerald green and gold, or had fan merchandise such as flags, with those colors. It had certainly been an exciting match, although the Harpies were behind for the majority of the game. However, they managed to pull through. In fact, the other seeker would have probably grabbed the small golden ball with wings first if it wasn’t for them being distracted by a bludger sent by none other than Helena’s girlfriend, allowing just enough time for the Harpies’ own seeker to snatch the golden snitch

She watched as a familiar blonde hair figured approached her with a smile, “Hope you enjoyed the game.” Erika had managed to get Helena and her brother VIP tickets for the game so not only was she in one of the best spots to watch the match, it also was not very crowded, and accommodated for a casual conversation, even equipped with enough room to land a broom as many of the VIPs went to await seeing other members of the team, “Want a ride? I know a wonderful spot near the pitch.”

“Of course!” Helena happily exclaimed.

“Do not forget we have to meet up with Mum and Dad soon.” Her older brother, Jacob attempted to remind her, “Aunt Cynthia is coming to visit , remember?”

“I have not forgotten.” Helena replied as she carefully got on the broom. “Chill.”

“I will get her back in time.” Erika assured him, seemingly noticing Jacob’s somewhat impatient attitude, “Don’t you worry.”

As they flew away, Helena could imagine her brother with his unimpressed, yet reluctantly accepting face. She remembered how when she first told Jacob about Erika, how he went into an overprotective brother mode, however, took a few steps back when he realized that Erika could be a fair match for him, after all, she was a skilled dueler, even though the majority of her talents fell within the realm of quidditch.

Erika flew the broom towards a beautiful meadow with colorful flowers that was still within sight of the quidditch pitch. In fact, the two probably could have walked there if they could not fly or apparate. The bright shining sun brought the meadow to life by seemingly enhancing the vibrant colors of each and every petal. It reminded her of the time Erika surprised her with a nighttime tea date in one of the greenhouses following the Valentine’s day dance when both of them were at Hogwarts. Helena figured that Erika had learned by now that it did not take much to impress her in the end.

“You did wonderful out there!” Helena congratulated her girlfriend again with a warm embrace once she landed her broom, getting off carefully and then looking back towards Erika as she held her broom firmly. “The seeker may be the one to seal the victory by catching the snitch, but without beaters like you and Gwenog, they would never have a chance.”

Helena was never a super fan of quidditch when she was younger and could not claim any different now. However, what she definitely knew was that she had found a favorite quidditch team in the Holyhead Harpies, although she might have been a little biased. After all, her girlfriend did certainly look magnificent in her emerald green uniform that was not all that different from the dark green uniform she wore when she played for Slytherin as a student.

“I am still technically a reserve.” Erika reminded her with cautious optimism. “I only got to play this match because Rhonda fell badly ill with dragon pox.”

“Wasn’t she planning on retiring at the end of the season?” Helena asked curiously, hoping not to sound insensitive, “or was it the next one?”

“Yeah, although she was quite speculative about it.” Erika admitted. “As much as I want to be a permanent player, it’ll be sad to see her go, she has been a staple of the Harpies for many years.“

“You do make a good point.” Helena agreed. Although she had never met Rhonda before, she did recall seeing her name pop up a number of times, having at least part of the credit of successful victory to Harpies credited to her.

“I don’t want to make this all about me, so what have you been up to?” Erika asked.

“Well, you can not tell anyone what I am about to tell you.” Helena quietly began, glancing around her, “because if the wrong person hears this, it could ruin everything and we’d have to recalculate.”

“Does this have to do with R?” Erika questioned quietly, picking up on the need for secrecy.

“Yes.” Helena nodded, “Me and Jacob have a plan on how to take them down. Basically, we are going to get as many aurors as we can and ambush them at their next meeting, ending their reign of terror right then and there, and no one will get hurt ever again.”

Erika nodded at Helena’s brief explanation, “You have not told any of the members of the Circle of Khanna about your plan?” Erika skeptically asked.

“We have many members who are great with combat.” Helena explained, “Talbott and Tonks have been working hard to become an auror after graduation, and Jae knows his way around Knockturn Alley so he knows how to defend himself against dark magic. Regardless, we are all just students at the end of the day. The people we face if R are experienced with dark magic and much more knowledgeable than us, if the Circle of Khanna ambushed her, someone would get hurt, if not die for sure, and I cannot risk that. At least if we bring in Aurors, plus me and Jacob, no one else will need to get hurt.”

Erika sighed, “Seems like I am not talking you about keeping yourself out of danger am I? You need to remember that you are also not as experienced as the Aurors, and it’s simply because you have not had the extensive training they have had and nothing more, you want to go risk your life as well?”

“I managed to defeat Rakepick in the Sunken Vault.” Helena reminded her, “I may not be as strong as the Aurors or my brother, but I need to-“

“Shush.” Erika suddenly said, using her head to motion to someone who was most likely approaching them. She then leaned and whispered, “We will continue this later, just be careful.” into Helena’s ear.

Helena could not deny the fact that Erika had a strong point. However, she knew she was not like her peers, she never really was. None of them needed to get thrown into the cursed vaults and R nonsense but ended up being thrown in anyways, and it was her fault. She knew full well that if she had told her peers about her plan, they would not have questioned the idea of joining her, especially as it translated into Rowan’s death finally being avenged by contributing to the fall of the dark society that caused it. However, it was a risk Helena could not bear taking. Was her

plan complete nonsense? Possibly, however it did not matter much to her anyways, in a week, she told herself over and over again, replacing the amount of time with the necessary amount, this will all be over.

As these thoughts flowed through Helena’s head like a loud and rushing river, she noticed Gwenog Jones approaching them, like Erika she was still dressed in her Holyhead Harpies uniform, supposedly going to find them before heading to the tents to change like the rest of their teammates. She must had walked all the way there as Helena had not heard anything that could point to Apparation being the method of her arrival, unless her thoughts caused her to not hear the brief moment it happened, and she certainly did not have her broomstick in her hand. Still, Helena did not think much of it, after all, it made sense. Erika and Gwenog had been friends ever since they met during

their school years, with Gwenog serving as a mentor to Erika in the ways of being a beater.

“Great to see you again!” Gwenog called out with a smile, “How have you been Helena?”

“Good.” Helena replied simply, “Me and Erika were just talking about your victory against the Wasps, it was such an incredible match to watch.”

“Glad you enjoyed it!” Gwenog cheerfully replied, “Always happy to please a fan.”

“Any word about Rhonda’s condition?” Erika asked suddenly. “Is she recovering?”

“Hmm?” Gwenog started, as if she was caught off guard by the question, “Ah yes, Rhonda! I apologize, after all the prep work for this match and the insanity of actually doing said match has made the topic slip my mind you know?”

“Right…” Erika replied, however Helena could tell by her facial expressions that she was unconvinced.

Helena initially attempted to pay attention to Erika and Gwenog’s conversation, but an observation she silently made caused their conversation to become nothing but background noise. It was certainly hard to make out due to how bright the sun was shining, however Helena could confirm that there were two figures, on brooms, flying towards them. One was clearly a man, and by his messy black hair and seemingly lack of flying talent shown by how his broom refused to fly in a completely straight line, allowed Helena to determine that it had to have been Jacob who somehow managed to get his hands on a broom, rather than a more experienced member of the Wimbourne Wasps.

The second figure however, was much more difficult to determine. It was most certainly a woman, but her lack of wearing a green or yellow quidditch uniform determined she had either changed out of her uniform into more casual clothes, or like Jacob, was simply a spectator who got her hands on a broom, although she was certainly wearing the emerald green of the Holyhead Harpies. However, she started questioning more as the brooms got closer, and she could more clearly examine the woman who had a darker complexion and dark brown hair that almost appeared to be black that was styled in braids that flew gently with the wind, she almost looked like Gwenog, in fact, almost too much like Gwenog.

As if on cue, Gwenog suddenly turned around and pulled out her wand and did a quick swish of it but did not say anything. Almost immediately, her brother fell from his broom and succumbed to gravity, quickly tumbling towards the ground below him, however, the woman who looked like Gwenog more and more the closer she got, quickly landed her broom, stationed it to be directly below Jacob, and transfigured it into a mattress, which Helena inferred was certainly an improvement to landing awkwardly on the ground.

Normally, Helena figured that in the rare case she was ever involved in a situation that involved a doppelgänger and Gwenog, that Erika would need to be the one to tell the difference between the two. However, in this instance, even Helena, who did not know Gwenog as well, could even tell the difference. After all, she remembered during her first meeting with Gwenog Jones, she admitted to being poor with charms, even in the present. However, she also claimed she was one of the best in her year when it came to the art of transfiguration.

Helena grabbed her wand and pointed it threateningly at the imposter, however the woman only smirked as she uttered the word, “Expelliarmus.” With ease, causing for Helena’s wand to go flying out of her hand with a flash of scarlet light.

Her brother and Gwenog had their own wands out and engaged in a couple of spells back and forth with the fake Gwenog. However, the imposter managed to avoid each of their spells with ease, knocking both of them out with a stunning spell, though she herself even realized it would not give her a lot of time.

Helena watched as Erika instinctively stood in front of Helena as the woman turned towards them, “I do not know who you are.” Erika confidently spat at the woman, “but I won’t let you lay a single finger on her.” Helena assumed Erika did not have her wand with her, which honestly made sense as she hardly ever saw Erika with her wand during her training.

The woman only chuckled like a stereotypical villainess, Helena admitted it was cliche, but there was something about hearing an evil laugh in person that made it frightening, especially in a situation where you had no means to defend yourself effectively. Helena watched once more as the woman transformed herself into another form, Helena determined it was Verucca Buckthorn-Snyde, the director of R and according to multiple sources, one of the leader’s most trusted allies. Verucca looked as how Helena remembered her from spying on previous R meetings, an old woman with completely grey hair with the exception of a single part that was amber, not too unlike a certain Slytherin in her year.

“Unfortunately for you.” Verucca replied with a smirk as she grabbed both of them firmly most likely to enact a forced Apparation, “you don’t have a choice.”

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lunasilvermorny · 3 years

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Rath x Luna x Morgen !

Do you like the Luna x Rath ship? I present to you- this poly power ship!

After @gayandvibin made a post about them, I immediately remembered the posts I made about the HPHM characters in the pride parade, and just felt like drawing these three together at the parade too.

So pride month was a few months ago, but... you know... I don’t care! I just want them to be in the parade together! (Plus, it’s 2020, so everyone was home anyway...Although, for them it’s...uh... 1989? I’m too lazy to check. It’s in the “year 6″ time frame.)

I wasn’t sure what’s Morgen’s height, so I just made her around Luna and Rath’s heights. (I could have just asked, but it was supposed to be a surprise, so... Assumptions!). I also wasn’t sure if in this scenario she’d wear make-up or not, but it’s almost a tradition to put something on. For example, I also drew Rowan with make up and he never wears it either, so...I mean, it’s just a little eye shadow there, hopefully it’s not too ooc for her.

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lifeofkaze · 1 year

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 33: A FATEFUL DINNER DATE

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Tagging: @flareshogwarts

It was past lunchtime when Lizzie left Orion’s place, feeling exhausted, tired, and happier than she had in months. Returning to the home she had shared with Skye after weeks was strange, but not even the prospect of facing her former housemate was enough to dampen Lizzie’s mood.

The door wasn’t locked when she entered, the ground floor even messier than she had expected. Stepping over Skye’s discarded heels, heaps upon heaps of laundry and stray pieces of Quidditch gear, Lizzie made her way into the kitchen. Having tea with Orion was all fun and games, but her body had begun craving coffee with a force she couldn’t ignore any longer.

Lizzie had turned on the coffee machine and taken a cup and the sugar bowl from the cabinet when heavy footsteps could be heard on the stairs. A moment later, Skye appeared in the kitchen door, wearing a worn-out sleeping shirt and a pair of boxers. In her hand, she held her wand. Once she recognised Lizzie, she put it away.

“What are you doing here?”

Lizzie’s eyebrows rose fractionally. “I live here.”

“No, you don’t. Not anymore.”

“I’m still paying rent, am I not?”

“Whatever, but for the record, the coffee you’re making is mine,” Skye muttered in response. “Good thing I didn’t fire a hex straight down the stairs. Thought you were a burglar or something.”

“Hoping I’d steal your laundry, weren’t you?”

Talking to Skye like this felt strange; the two of them had barely spoken a word since their fight in Wimbourne, and none at all off the pitch. Skye didn’t seem too concerned with the situation, however. She was poking her head inside the kitchen cabinets, on the hunt for something to eat.

“Quite the big deal last night, wasn’t it?” came her muffled voice from inside a cupboard. “Say what you want about the Magpies, but they know how to throw a party.”

Lizzie made a nondescript noise, stirring milk and four teaspoons of sugar into her coffee. She hadn’t seen much of the Vernal Ball, but that wasn’t something to rub under Skye’s nose. With a triumphant noise, Skye emerged from her cabinet with a packet of Cheeri Owls in one and a small bottle of Wiggenweld Potion in the other. It was brewed after a recipe their friend Penny Haywood had modified at school and the best cure for hangovers Lizzie knew; Skye definitely looked like she needed it.

“Pass me one, will you?” she begged as Skye upended the bottle into her mouth.

“Sorry, last one.”

“Why do you always get the last one?”

Skye shrugged and blew a ring of steam from her mouth before shaking some Cheeri Owls into a bowl and pouring herself the largest glass of orange juice Lizzie had ever seen. She suddenly paused and looked back at Lizzie with a frown.

“That ain’t what you wore yesterday, right?”

“Don’t think it’s an appropriate outfit for a ball?” Lizzie said defensively, acutely aware of the colour rising to her cheeks. She knew her tone was snappy, but wasn’t in the mood to discuss why she was wearing clothes that weren’t hers. Coming to her own conclusions, Skye pointedly looked at Lizzie’s left hand.

“Where’s your engagement ring?”

Lizzie shoved her hand into the pocket of her borrowed trousers. “Why does everyone always want to know about this bloody ring? It’s not a name tag. I’m allowed to leave the house without it.”

The curious expression on Skye’s face faded. “I was just asking.”

“And I was just answering.”

“Whatever. Forget it,” Skye muttered, snatching her wand and the bottle of orange juice from the counter and marching from the room with her breakfast floating behind her. Lizzie stared after her, already feeling sorry by the time she heard the door to Skye’s room slam shut. With a sigh, her eyes dropped to the trail of milk and cereal Skye had left on the floor, and she reached for a cleaning rug.

She had removed most of Skye’s new mess and begun working her way through the old one when a clicking sound on the window caught her attention. The small owl sitting outside hooted as Lizzie let it in, gratefully nibbling on the treat it was offered in exchange for the letter tied to its leg.

Lizzie frowned when she read the name on the back. Why would Erika Rath send her a letter? They had seen each other the day before, and even so, they had never been more than friends by association. What did she want from her?

Now thoroughly intrigued, Lizzie cracked open the seal. What was inside the envelope was more of a note than an actual letter; in true Erika-fashion, she had come straight to the point.

We need to talk. It’s important. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks, seven o’clock. Erika

P.S.: Don’t tell Parkin.

Lizzie read the note again in wonder. What could be so important that Erika couldn’t tell her in her letter and that they had to meet straight away? And why couldn’t she tell Skye?

Seeing as she wouldn’t find out unless she went and met her, Lizzie decided on a change of plans. She had only wanted to get changed and sort a few things before heading back to Orion’s, but that would have to wait now. A smile formed on her lips. They weren’t in a hurry. Once everything was settled, they would have all the time in the world.

Fetching a piece of parchment, ink, and a dishevelled quill from the kitchen drawers, Lizzie scribbled down her answer and a quick note to Orion before sending them off. When the owl had gone, she turned back to the mess in the kitchen with a sigh.

Now, all she had to do was wait.

***

The sun had set when Lizzie arrived at the Three Broomsticks, one of the two pubs located in Hogsmeade Village. Waving a greeting at Madam Rosmerta, the Three Broomsticks’ landlady, she cast a searching look around for Erika.

She found her sitting at the back of the room at a small table by the roaring fireplace. She was reading through a stack of parchment, two pints of ale already sitting in front of her. As Lizzie approached, she looked up from her work, neatly folded the documents and put them into an envelope in the pocket of her jacket.

Lizzie was surprised to note that Erika was dressed in a smartly-looking suit, her pale blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail. She looked like a businesswoman and made Lizzie - herself wearing only ripped jeans, a jumper and worn-out boots - feel distinctly underdressed.

“Hi, Erika,” Lizzie said as she sat across from her, “long time no see.”

“If you consider twenty-four hours long.”

“Your letter made me curious. If this is about Skye, though…”

“It’s not.”

“Oh,” Lizzie said, slightly taken aback. “Then what can I help you with?”

“Nothing. But I can help you.”

Now, Lizzie was thoroughly confused. “How would that be?”

“I thought about what you told me yesterday. At the ball,” she added, mildly impatient at the blank look on Lizzie’s face, “when we were talking about your future with the Wanderers.”

It took Lizzie a moment to recall what Erika meant. With everything that had happened after, she had almost forgotten about speaking with her in the first place.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Good. You were wondering whether Wigtown was the end of your road. I don’t think it should be, so I spoke with my bosses.”

Lizzie nearly choked on her beer. “You did what?”

“You’re in high demand. I’m just a scout, but they know we went to school together. They gave me clearance to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Your transfer. You’re a good player, brilliant when you focus. We want you, very much so.” Erika leaned forward, a slight frown between her brows. “Frankly, we don’t know how to improve our offer anymore. The Montrose Magpies are the most successful team in the history of the League, we have been dominating the ranking for years. What can Wigtown give you that we can’t?”

It took Lizzie a moment to make sense of what Erika was saying.

“There must be a mistake.”

“There isn’t.”

“There is,” Lizzie insisted. “Montrose not knowing how to improve their offer can’t be true.”

A look of disappointment crossed Erika’s face. “That warned me you might say that.”

“Say what?”

Erika’s eyes hardened. “Look, I’m here because I am the last resort. They thought you would at least listen to me. Seems like they were wrong. I’m disappointed in you, Jameson.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I thought you loved Quidditch. Never took you for one to be only after the money.”

Lizzie’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

“You heard what Gibson said yesterday, you have a reputation for turning down all the high-profile clubs. It’s become somewhat of a joke on the stands,” Erika snorted. “No one knows what game you’re playing at, but you should be careful. There’ll come the day when you’ll find yourself on the short end of your gambling.”

“I’m not gambling!” Lizzie said vehemently. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

“I’m talking about the dozens of offers you received since it’s become public knowledge that you’re on the market. We offered you a place on our roster four times alone. I’ve seen the terms. No player in their right mind would refuse them. You did. Your agent turned every single one of them down.”

“My agent?” Lizzie had to swallow hard. “This must be a mistake.”

Erika watched Lizzie closely. “You want to tell me you didn’t know about this?”

“I had no idea. You have to believe me.”

“Well,” Erika said, the hard edge gone from her voice, “that’s unfortunate for you, but it doesn’t change things. You need a contract, and I’m here to offer you one. What do you say?”

Feeling like the rug had been swept from underneath her feet, Lizzie shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore, to be honest. I need to think about this.”

“You had half a season to think. That you wasted it by trusting the wrong people is tough, but my bosses won’t care. They want an answer.”

“If they want me so badly, they can wait a little longer,” Lizzie said, more sharply than she had meant to. “There’s clearly a lot of things that I don’t know. I need to talk with my club first.”

“The Wanderers can’t offer you anything we can’t.”

“That’s not it.”

“What then?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Lizzie shook her head. The Wanderers had given her credit of doubt when she thought she had squandered all her chances. She couldn’t just drop them at a moment’s notice. Leaving the club would mean leaving her home, Skye, and Orion, too. No, as tempting as the offer sounded, her life was in Wigtown.

When she remained silent, Erika pulled out the envelope Lizzie had seen earlier and pushed it across the table.

“What’s that?”

“A contract,” Erika said. “The last one Montrose is going to offer you.”

Lizzie stared at the envelope, feeling hot and cold at the same time. “Erika, I -”

“Just take it. You don’t have to sign it, but you should read it, at least.” Her eyes softened, if only fractionally. “Don’t be stupid, Jameson. This is your life. Think about yourself for a change.”

Lizzie looked between Erika and the envelope. She felt overwhelmed by everything she had just learned. All this past year, she had trusted Matthew to help her. She had trusted him so much that, even after their relationship had begun to fall apart, she had never thought to question him. And all this time, there had been offers coming in from all across the League, and he had turned down all of them. Worse, he had let her believe that no one wanted her, that maybe it was time to leave and settle down with him for good.

And just like that, all of her indecisiveness turned into rage. She looked at the envelope with her name on it once more, then reached out and pocketed it.

“Thank you for the drink,” she told Erika and rose to her feet. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and see my agent.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #orion amari x mc #lizzie jameson #erika rath #balance series #search for balance #sfb

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