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slytherins-heir · 1 month

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If you were actually a student at Hogwarts, how do you imagine your daily life? Which house do you think you'd belong to? What classes would you enjoy/hate? Could you see yourself playing Quidditch? What position? Would you have a skill or power like Snape being a strong Legilimens?

I kinda love everything about this question holy shit. House; I have to go with Slytherin. I've always resonated more with their values. Even more so lately, with some situations that have come up in my real life, I've noticed the traits in myself and more so as time goes on. (obviously not in an 'evil' way, lets not forget Slytherin's can be nice too😭) But I feel like maybe the Sorting Hat maybe could think maybe Ravenclaw but I feel like it'd be Slytherin in the end~ Quidditch; I definitely play, no doubt in my mind 😂 Any time I've thought about it, I've always thought of being Seeker; but also tryna catch something that small and fast... kind of hard to judge irl, so maybe even Keeper~ (definitely not Chaser or Beater, I have the worst aim when it comes to hitting things and throwing things 😭) Classes(after 1st year); Okay so I know I'd have an aspiration to be an Auror, so I would have to take; Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, and Charms. For the final two years, I'd probably add Alchemy to my classes as well as the Apparition classes For the classes I would actually enjoy; DADA, Potions, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration and maybe Astronomy. There would be no hope in hell that I'd enjoy Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies, Arithmacy. Daily Life; Outside of classes, my free time would be spent practising Quidditch as much as possible, tuning the Room of Requirement to my needs (for practice for curses/charms/spells, anything really), exploring the castle and Forbidden Forest, Hogsmeade. Hanging out with friends would be on top of the list too; Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott and some other Slytherin students, but I wouldn't stick to the one toxic mindset that majority of Slytherins followed. I already know I'd want Luna Lovegood to be one of my best friends, and I feel like I'd have a friendship with The Golden Trio but secretly, god forbid the Slytherin's found out I didn't hate every atom in their bodies 😂 Special Skills; This is actually like something I've never really thought about outside of Animagi (thank you Marauders) I think compared to that tho, going along the lines of an Auror, being a really strong at Legilimency and Occlumency would be so useful, so I'd probably beg Snape to teach me then and then realise I have a secret talent for it~

I actually had to take a while and actually think about the answers for these 😂

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sparkle-bat-witch · 1 year

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to all of you transgender TERF house people out there who are being ignorant towards the hogwarts game need to grow the fuck up! I don’t have a problem with transgender people, but don’t try to ruin a game j.k Rowling has nothing to do with, sure maybe she gets a small profit from it but WHO CARES because at the end of the day she’s already rich, and she has no connection to this game, at all the game is actually basically gender fucking neutral literally you don’t pick a gender and y’all would know that if you would stop obsessing over the fact it’s just a game and move on with your lives, people are not going to stop playing it!! Just because of something that someone said forever ago!! People will literally cry about anything nothing revolves around ANYONE and there are so many things in the world to worry about my dudes move on…… for real it’s not worth it

#harry potter #hogwarts #cute #love #nature #tumblr #gay #transgender #TRANS #lgbtpeople #hogwarts life #hogwarts legacy

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green-cat-com · 1 year

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Headcanon that in the hufflepuff common room there is a conversation pit but around it, covering the whole room, there are carpets of various shapes and sizes. These carpets materialise when a student is called out as hufflepuff in their first year and disappear once they leave school. What is important though, is that the carpet is the given student’s favourite carpet from their home so if they ever get homesick they can seek it out and see a part of home with them at school.

Also, each year a new tapestry is hung on the wall in the main room depicting every hufflepuff student from that year group - a bit like a yearbook. Since the tapestries are magic they can talk and move like the portraits do. When seventh years leave the school their younger friends often talk to their portraits on the tapestries.

#harry potter #hufflepuff #hogwarts #jk rowling #headcanon #harry potter fandom #hogwarts life #Hogwarts lore #hufflepuff common room #Hogwarts Common rooms #student life

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katherinelilac · 2 years

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:✼✿HPHM✿✼:

Katherine Delon Pendragon

Katherine & Jacob Delon Pendragon

:✼✿HPHL✿✼:

William Harris

Scarlett Blythe

:✼✿FANTASTIC BEAST✿✼:

Clementine Godwin

Dante Blackwood

:✼✿MARADUERS ERA✿✼:

Nikolai Schmann

:✼✿OTHERS ✿✼:

All of my wizarding world female mc

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made-by-moon · 19 days

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The Marauders era characters as things people in my school said:

"Sometimes, you have to girlboss through life."- Marlene McKinnon

"Honestly? Take your british accent and shove it up your ass and shut the fuck up."- Regulus Black

"It's not my generation that created situationships. It was you. Shame on you."- Slughorn about Barty and Evan

"He may be a bastard but he is our bastard"- James Potter about Remus

"Ride me like a stallion I am *neighs*"- Sirius Black

"Great ideas come from great cocks."- Remus Lupin, stoned out of his mind

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kerimcberry · 1 month

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Spring Break 🌸✨ (Part 2)

I'm so happy to finally introduce Lyla's family! I've never been so invested in an OC's backstory before LMAO 💕

Lyla is indeed Muggleborn (as a couple people have guessed!), so it came as quite a shock to everyone when she received her Hogwarts letter! I legit added Alfie last minute. It was originally just going to be Lyla's parents, but I LOVE writing about sibling tomfoolery (I have four brothers and one sister, so I have a lot of source material LOL)

Also, as I was writing down names for the MC Art Challenge, I realized I never mentioned Lyla's last name. It's Estaris! ✨ I should probably start tagging that more often 😅

<< PART 1 || PART 3 >>

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #lyla estaris #sebastian sallow #slytherin x hufflepuff #sebastian sallow x mc #slytherpuff #btw totally used newt scamander's home as a reference because i cant draw buildings/backgrounds to save my life 😭#ava estaris #luis estaris #alfred estaris

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marypaol · 2 months

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Piano Boy

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader’s parents were invited to a meeting at the Malfoy Manor, and while exploring alone, she finds Draco playing the piano.

Warnings: Mentions of stress, carrying family burdens, numbness, sadness, nothing much just fluffy :)

Note: No use of Y/N-And also I had to write this one I totally picture Draco playing piano! 🫶🏻

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Her feet softly patted across the floor, the fabric of her smooth dress surrounding both her and the floor as she made her way to an undecided destination. She went wherever her brain decided, since whenever she came across a corner she would randomly decide which to go: left, right, straight, or back where she came from.

She would never go back, though, but the thought of it being an option made her feel free. For the reason of never going back would prevent her from discovering more, for going back would only make her retrace her steps and see things she’s already seen.

A soft smile laid on her lips, for no apparent reason yet deep down she felt like it was because she felt content at the moment. And her and Merlin knew that it’s been a while since she felt so, the stress from school and burdens from her family heavy on her shoulders.

But all that changed when Mrs. Malfoy invited her family to tea, having a business meeting with her parents but they encouraged her to “wonder around” as if she was a little kid and they wanted to keep her busy. It worked, nonetheless, since her curiosity and wondrous mind got the best of her most of the time. She couldn’t help but smile as a way to say ‘excuse me, while I go explore.’

So she did so, practically skipping out of the room once she was out of sight, mind already spinning on possibilities of things she could see, could touch, (despite that voice she knew would be in her head telling her not to do so) and could think.

What kind things would be in the Malfoy Manor? Would everything be gloomy and mysterious like she assumed, or would things be darkly beautiful, calling her name to come closer until she found some evil chamber that revealed their cruel plans for the world of magic?

I hope not, though I assume they wouldn’t ever do that, she thought. She believed at that moment that the thought was just something that her mind was trying to make her think to make her afraid. But it wasn’t the time to be scared, it was the time to feel adventurous and free to whatever she wanted while her parents talked away on things she couldn’t understand.

Her eyes wondered along the walls, scanning over all the paintings displayed, eyes moving quickly because she wanted to soak everything in. She somehow feared that any time her parents would turn around the corner, telling her that it was time to depart, and she would no longer be able to look, so she took the time she had to admire everything possible.

She ended up stopping abruptly at a certain painting, hanging apart from the others and the table below it holding flowers in a vase as well as a tiny lamp for decoration, the soft light flickering a little bit, providing some sort of comfort to her, the lamp lighting up the painting in the most precious way.

What was the painting of, you may ask? The Malfoys, of course. But that wasn’t what stopped her, some normal family painting in their house. For it was the boy, the one that was one between the two adults, the one that actually had a smile on his face, despite the many snarls that beheld his lips in the past years she’s known him.

But the reason for the smile in the painting was because he was young, his face babyish as his pale cheeks scrunched up because of his mouth stretch of a smile. It made her heart warm at the sight of him, showing a smile that no one really got to see, which was a misfortune for the rest of the school; they deserve to see something so beautiful. His smile was so wonderfully painted, like the painter knew it was something that wasn’t shown often and they wanted to highlight every aspect of it, every beauty piece; which was every part of it. The paint brush strokes on the painting were so delicate, her fingertips brushing over the texture of the paint beneath them, running over his green robes he was wearing. (She would touch the smile she loved so dearly but the painting was far too big, making her wonder how long they had to stand there for the painter to paint them, it must have taken so long.)

But as she looked on, she noticed that there was more family paintings for years that came and went, each one Draco’s face forming into the snarl he held today, each one his lips dipping deeper and deeper into a frown that seemed to permanently take over his facial features. She frowned herself as she walked, watching as pure happiness changed to fake happiness, to slight distraught, to numbness.

As her feet stopped at the most recent one, the one with the least amount of dust on the frame, the frown on her lips dipped so deep she could feel her cheeks hurting from the in normal movement. She knew he was slowly pulled away from pride and accomplishment, thinking back on watching in the Great Hall as his happiness slowly left him, something else, something darker, taking over his chest and taking home there for years to come. Her own chest hurt, thinking about the pain he must be in.

“He’s just a boy.”

She overhead Mrs. Malfoy saying that, not remembering when but sure that she felt just as bad for Draco as the girl did. In fact worse, he’s her son after all and she’s just a classmate that was in the same House as he was. She was sure he knew her name, he seemed to know every Slytherin’s name for the benefit of it, but they’ve rarely talked.

But she knew a lot about him just by sight and noise. But she wished to get to know the real image, not the fake image of his personality, before sadness took over his chest and before the frown took home on his lips.

She wished to know him.

Draco.

It was at that moment, that she heard soft music, piano, if you will, softly playing as if a quiet record was playing behind a closed door, as background noise to listen to to help one focus on something else that her thoughts were interrupted and the frown left her lips, replaced with a confused yet curious look.

She could no longer focus on the painting and thoughts running through her head, however, since the music distracted her from the gentle paint strokes in the frame on the wall.

Her feet stepped away from the wall, her knees hurting slightly from standing there so long thinking about the son of Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.

The music was very soft she could barely tell where it was coming from, her ears almost playing tricks on her from using them so purely. She then noticed how it was around the corner, so her feet took her there, coming in contact with a emerald door, mostly closed leaving just a crack of light from

it being open slightly, the straight line casting on the floor beneath her giving her legs some warmth.

She knew the music was coming from inside the room, the soft keys being pressed so gently-almost hesitantly- as the unknown person played.

She leaned in closer subconsciously, ear angled toward the crack so she could hear the song at its best.

To her horror surprise, her head dropped a little too far and pumped into the door, forcing it open, more light blinding her as she stumbled in, skipping over her own feet. The piano instantly stopped playing, the last note abruptly ending as the person’s fingers quickly brought themselves up off the keys.

Her head snapped up to see the wondrous player that left her tranced to the room she was mistakenly standing in, to find the last person she thought would be playing the piano secretly while his parents talked to hers about business, using words neither of them would understand.

Her eyes widened at the sight. Draco was sitting on the bench, on an all black suit-even the tie was black- and pale hair pointing to and fro, like he was running his fingers through the strands that sat on his head.

His lips formed in both a surprised and annoyed snarl.

“What are you doing here? Poking around I see?”

On her part, she could unhesitatingly say that he sounded very irritated at the disturbance.

She swallowed her throat dry but spoke nonetheless.

“Yes- I mean no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother. My parents said-“

“Your parents?” He said, interrupting her despite hes annoyance towards her when she did the same thing to him just moments prior. “Your parents are here?”

She was taken back both by being cut off and his confusion.

“Yes, why didn’t you know?”

Draco shook his head, locks swaying. “Does it look like I did?”

It was her turn to shake her head, looking around the room. It was gorgeous, just like the other rooms on the house but this one had a sense of comfort and melody; very fitting for a music room.

She looked over at him, and his hand was still on the keys, fingers fiddling with it like he had an urge to continue playing.

She found herself walking towards the instrument, leaning her elbows on it as her skirt fell into place at her ankles, the material cool against her tired legs.

She gazed at him as he watched her every move, wondering why she was still here when he clearly gave her signs he didn’t want to have company.

“Did you know that pianos are considered a member of the percussion family?” She asked gently, a soft smile on her lips.

His eyes glanced at hers before looking back at the white and black keys, fingers playing a melody that wasn’t a part of what he was playing earlier.

“No, I didn’t know that.” He mumbled, not seeming so annoyed anymore.

She smiled a little wider. “While now you do.” She said, careful not to leave fingerprints on the what looked like the freshly polished piano.

Draco noticed her slight discomfort, one because of her body weight switching from foot to foot, and two the simple movement of her doing so distracted him from the instrument in front of him.

He scooted over, hand patting the seat as she smiled, walking over slowly and sliding onto the emerald cushioned piano bench beside him.

She then watched as his fingers effortlessly played the instrument, his hands gliding across the keys as if it was water and he was pouring it into a glass, controlling ever drop so it wouldn’t spill everywhere. He had so much control over it, everything he told the instrument to do it would do it without another word.

She couldn’t help but admire, slightly dazed as his long fingers took over the once sitting in silence keys. The music flowed from it, the beauty of the music was all coming from his hands, and that amazed her.

He stopped, playing something that was a part if the song she just heard, and apparently it was incorrect despite it sounding wonderful, and he mumbled something under his breath out of frustration.

“I think it sounded exquisite, Draco. I didn’t know you knew how to play the piano.” She complimented, looking up at him.

His fingers halted their movements from the unexpected commentary and she took the opportunity to place her own hands on the keys, pressing whichever ones she desired and listened as the note came about into the air, spawning to life for her and his ears to hear.

His fingers came into her view, stopping her from doing anything else, and both confusion and hurt poured over her, wondering if she only annoyed him further.

It wasn’t until she felt the soft presence of his other arm around her, his other hand landing on hers as he placed her fingers on the keys accordingly.

“There.” He spoke soft, almost right into her ear and a deep flush washed over her, starting at the tops of her hair strands to her cheeks, deep in her chest, and straight down to her toes.

She then felt his fingers pressing down hers so she could play what he was playing. She smiled slightly, but the concentration on trying not to separate their fingers was the main goal on her mind at the moment.

Once the last note rang in the air, and his foot let off the petal beneath their feet, his hands left hers as his presence left her, and a cold wave flushed over her, leaving her wanting his touch back more than ever.

Silence took over for a couple seconds before she heard the music once again, this time a different song, and her eyes watched as he played.

The song sounded sad, like someone was deep into a headspace they couldn’t leave and was trying to find the light.

Her head dropped slowly, her temple landing on his shoulder, which tensed for a moment before getting used to the feeling of touch.

The soft music and his unique scent took over her, her eyes closing as she unwillingly took the time to rest.

It may have been her imagination, part of her dreams whirling with real life, but she thought she felt another head lay on hers in response, a soft smile stretching on her lips.

-Thanks for reading!

Ich liebe dich! 🩵🤍

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crowlipso · 9 months

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Baby Anne! continue from this

I love drawing family fluff as much as I like angst, we need a balance between these two genes and I think I can manage it pretty well.

Please don't mind Robert, he is just being "typical Rob" but he's a loving brother and would do anything to protect his sister (even though he always teased her by calling her 'adopted kid' like a nickname every time he has a chance to open his mouth around her)