Papoula Pomfrey (1935 - )
Rolanda Hooch (1940 - )
Sybill Trelawney (1953 - )
Charity Burbage (1963 - 1997)
I don't have many specific headcanons for these characters. Some of them:
* Pomona was friends with Minerva since their Hogwarts days, she never had children and was not very maternal.
* Sybill lost her sister, with whom she was very close in the early 90s, triggering her frequent drinking habit.
* Rolanda was a professional Quidditch player for more than 20 years before retiring, in addition to teaching, she writes about the sport in some specialized magazines.
* Charity was a great friend of Quirinus and before his sabbatical he appointed her to teach at Hogwarts, she tried to get closer to him when she returned investigating his strange attitudes, this made Voldemort start to hate her and was one of the reasons for killing her.
** I've read great Charity/Severus fics, but I believe it would be impossible for him, so emotionally attached to the people he loves, to see her die and do nothing. In fact, that's one of the only things I imagine would break his cover.
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As I said before, we don’t know much about the other Hogwarts teachers (except from Minerva, Severus, Flitwick, Sprout, Hooch, Binns and the DADA teachers). So, I had to imagine everything about Sinistra, Babbling, Burbage and Vector, especially their appearance because they aren’t discribe at all in the books (we saw Burbage a few minutes before her death).
So, here they are. /o/
Sinistra is, for me, the witch in red we saw in the 4th movie. Black straight hair with a square haircut.
Burbage, who arrived in the crew a year before Harry’s first year, has a soft spot for Severus, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t punch some lines in his face when he pushes it too far.
Babbling is a metis, but a Pure Blood, witch, peaceful and friendly.
Vector is a tall woman with a long pale face and really light blond straight hair (almost white actually).
For the others, you already know them (I feel sorry for Flitwick, he looks like nothing. I must draw him better the next time). :D
Up and down left scenes: third book. Up right and middle left scenes: first book. Middle right scene: fourth book (in progress). Down right scene: second book.
More to come. :)
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[🐍] Snape x f!reader
In where you get detention with Snape for being a bad student!
Warnings: Teacher x Student relationships, reader is 18, smut and nsfw, bad english (english isn’t my first language)
Tags: Age Gaps, Cockwarming as punishment, Detention, Dom!Snape, Sub!Reader, Petnames, P in V Sex, Semi-public sex, Bratty Reader (kinda), Degrading Petnames (Slut and Whore), Praise
Authors note: i’m supposed to be studying rn!! first smut fic (i have no clue what i’m doing)
Guide: H/N: house name, Y/N: your name, L/N: last name, E/C: eye color, H/C: hair color.
read on Ao3 — coming soon…
You’ve always been a top student in Hogwarts, you cared about grades and what teachers thought about you. During the last year you sort of let go, you didn’t care anymore. Thought it was the most important year.
You arrive tardy again at Potions class. The only place left was front row, so you sit there next to a Hufflepuff guy.
“Late…again.”
“Five points away from (H/N)”
Snape says with his cold tone. A student from your house groaned in annoyance.
Professor Snape’s broad eyes were burning into your skin, he was walking around the tables before stopping at yours. His tall dark figure made the student next to you whimper quietly in fear, quickly looking down at his potions textbook and pretending to read something.
You look at your professor, almost in a challenging manner. Looking at him up and down.
“Is he trying to scare me? Who does he think he is?” You think, scoffing quietly, looking away.
Severus suddenly leans on your table, his hands slamming against it. You jump a bit.
“If you seem to think that way, Miss (L/N), you might as well have detention with me..after class.”
He says in his usual monotone voice.
Did he just..read your mind?!
Your eyes widen for a moment as you gently nod your head.
“Good..page 367.” He stands up and walks away slowly.
You gulp quietly, suddenly afraid of him, but also kind of surprised and turned on. You bite your bottom lip gently as you open your textbook, the sound of pages flipping filling the quiet classroom. When did you start to think so lustfully about your Potions Master? Maybe it was the fact he was so strict and controlling that made you so hot and bothered.
A reddish pink flush meets your face as you try not to think about that any longer. You stop biting your bottom lip and look up, feeling someone staring at you. It was Snape, his eyes meeting yours for a good 5 seconds before yours snapped away, and he smirked for a second, looking away too.
The bell rang, everyone started leaving the class while you gently closed the textbook in front of you. You were excited, your stomach started turning as you felt butterflies in it. You stand up.
Snape walks up to you.
“So..what? Are you going to make me grade tests or some shit?” You walk up to him, leaning your legs against the table, wanting to make a fight with him for some reason. It turned you on.
“Language, (L/N)”
“No. I wasn’t planning on making you do that, dear” He leans his hands on the table behind you, besides your waists, he lowers his head. Your faces inches apart as you part your lips, letting out a small gasp.
“You’ve been way to bratty. I think you need a punishment..”
He says. You bite your bottom lip and smirk.
“And how do you plan on doing that, huh?” You chuckle. His face darkens as he grabs your wrist and pulls you to his desk.
He slammed you to it, pinning your hips against it, but still keeping a distance.
“Strip for me, whore.”
Your eyes widen again, his words pounding in your head, you blush as you fight the urge to submit to the man in front of you. He gently lets go of your hips as you look away, whimpering quietly, really trying your hardest not to give in to your urges.
You slowly start to remove your uniform, starting from coat, you gently slide it down your shoulders, it hits the floor with a small thud. A smalls smirk meets Snape’s lips as he gets closer to you and cups your cheeks gently, turning you to him.
“Look at me, slut.”
You whimper as you look up at him, continuing to strip, feeling the Professor’s gaze upon your body.
You’re finally in your panties and bra. Snape sits down carefully on his chair as he pulls you down on his lap by your waist. You squirm quietly with anticipation as your hands go on his shoulders gently.
Two of his fingers gently rub your clothed clit. “Severus..” You breath out, pressing your pussy on his hand. It slides away, you whine. “Its Professor for you, darling.” He says, sliding off your panties. You moan bite your bottom lip to keep quiet.
“You can scream as loud as you want, dear. The doors are locked and i used charms.” He whispers in your ear, throwing your panties on the floor. You let out a moan “Y-yes..Professor..”
Two fingers go inside your tight cunt. You moan loudly. “So fucking wet, aren’t you, brat?” Snape says gently pumping his fingers inside your soaking pussy, your fingers grip his shoulders as your nails go in his skin.
“H-haah..Professor..please” You beg, stuffing your head into the crook of his neck. “Please what, slut-face?” He says whispering, his dark tone making you shiver in pleasure. “Need..you in..” You breath out, gently kissing his neck and collar of his shirt. “You want my cock, sweetheart?” He smirks gently, taking his fingers out. “Y-yes! Yes please!!” You beg him as you hear the zipper of his pants getting undone. You look at his boxers; his penis is bulging and begging to be released. You whine in anticipation as he pulls down his underwear, his 8 centimeter cock springs out and hits his abdomen, already dripping in precum.
You eagerly start to sit on it before he stops you and grabs your hips. “Not so fast, doll.” You grab his arms, arching your eyebrows begging him with your eyes to let you ride him. Instead, he slowly pushes you down his hardness, teasing your folds with the tip, pulling out several moans out of you, until he fully plunges you down on him, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moan loudly “F-fuck..! Snape!”, you start to ride him, pushing your head back and closing your eyes.
“Do. Not. Move.” He commands, holding your hips down. “This is your punishment. Be a good slut and stay still on my cock.” Your eyes widen and you whine, pressing your head on his shoulder again.
“What the fuck?!” You think to yourself, tears starting to fill up your big (E/C) eyes as you grip his shoulders tighter. He starts to correct essays with you on his penis, still very hard. You gently start crying in his shoulder letting out little begs. “Shh..sweetheart. C’mon be a good girl and you’ll get rewarded after.” You gently wipe away your tears and nod as he caressed your beautiful (H/C) hair. You start quietly kissing his neck again, which he enjoys but doesn’t show.
After 10 minutes of fighting the urge to move around, he pulls you up from his hardness and makes you sit on his desk, you moan in relief as a smile meets your red lips. He stands between your legs as he spread them “Such a good little slut. Aren’t you? You took my dick so well.” He kisses your lips as he grabs your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk and alining the head of his cock with your vulva. He slams his cock into you as you moan again, hugging his waists and smashing your face into his chest as he spreads your pretty little clit.
He groans in pleasure as he throws his head back gently, muttering curses and grabbing your hips, smashing him into you. You feel yourself getting close. “God..fuck..Professor..gonna cum..” you whimper quietly, hugging him tighter. “Me too, darling..” He groans as his thrusts speed up. “Cum..in me please..” You beg him to fill you up. “You want me to finish into you, dear?” You nod frantically.
“God..so close..mngh..!” You whine. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. C’mon, you’re close i can feel it..” He says, making his thrusts as hard and deep as he possibly can. You both finish at the same time, feeling his hot creamy load full up your vulva.
You’re panting as he pulls out his dick out of you, both of you riding off your high. He grabs his wand and uses a spell to grab a towel, cleaning you up first then himself. He helps you dress up as he pulls up his underwear and pants.
After you’re both fully clothed he kisses your forehead. “You were so good, darling.” He whispers. “Maybe we should do this more of then, mh?” You nod as you grab your Potions textbook and leave the class.
Suddenly, you’re motivated to be a good student again.
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Teachers Defence Against the Dark Arts
Alastor Moody (1911 - 1997)
Dolores Umbridge (1950 - 2005)
Gilderoy Lockhart (1964 - )
Quirinus Quirrell (1963 - 1992)
When you've been in a fandon for so long you end up assimilating many of the headcanons created.
Years ago I read a fanfic in which Alastor lost his fiancée in the first war and this affected him so much that he dedicated his life to stopping dark wizards. Over time the "man loses wife and goes crazy seeking justice" trope got a little old, so it's my headcanon now that he lost his three younger brothers in the war against Grindelwald, it marked him and threw him into the family legacy, which They were mostly Aurors.
When Voldemort returned to Britain, before the war became open, there was a bride, a Ministry secretary who was much younger than him. Alastor realized the dark direction the wizarding world was heading in and ended the relationship. Eventually she would move on, but for him she would always be his biggest what-if.
** I imagine some nephew of his continued the family legacy by becoming an Auror. There is a running joke in the Ministry that the day there is no Auror from the Moody family is the day the dark wizards will win.
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