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[struckbyelectriclove]

wrote somethin again :3

#i am. trying to get back into it #hphm #hphm fanfic #my writing #my fics #merulamc #merula x mc

[arielemberbridge]

So, I've been wanting to write hphm tlsq, chapters, quidditch sidequests, and creature sidequests down from my character's point of view. I recently started writing a bit of flying solo (the quest where you become friends with Talbott), and I was wondering if I should continue writing it, and post it on my blog. I'd really appreciate feedback on my writing, and how I could improve. Thanks for reading this long a/n, and now, feel free to read the fanfic if you want.

Word count (so far) : 3,800

Flying Solo

Ever since becoming an animagus, I’ve been wanting to get closer with the mysterious, quiet bloke Talbott. I felt like he was a magnet, pulling me towards him. Speaking about Talbott, I got a letter from Penny, and all it stated was, “We need to talk about Talbott. Let's meet in the Great Hall now. With the urgency of her letter, I was really concerned. I ran from my dormitory straight to the Great Hall.

While walking over to the tables, I heard Rowan comment, “ I’ve seen an eagle flying around the school grounds a lot recently. I hope all the pet rats are safe.” After I heard that, I stopped moving and started wondering, could that be Talbottt?

I also passed Chiara, but she didn’t mention anything about an eagle, she instead mentioned to some Gryffindor kid called Jae, “Sorry, I’m a bit… preoccupied tonight.” Poor thing. She always makes me think about why bad things happen to good people. At least there is some good that comes out of it; a person that cares about making transforming less painful and more affordable.

While still walking over to Penny, I heard Merula yell at Ismelda. She was screaming, “Some bloody bird tried to nest in my hair earlier!” I guess even birds think her hair is messy as heck too. I laughed at the thought. That couldn’t have been Talbott though because he usually keeps to himself, and isn’t the biggest fan of Merula.

I finally finished walking over to where I normally sit with friends in the Great Hall, but when I got there, Penny was nowhere to be found!! I sighed and sat down. I nearly left after waiting for 10 minutes, but finally, Penny decided to show up.

“Ah, you’re here, Isabella! Thanks for coming,” she greeted, looking worried.

“Of course, Penny,” I said, picking up on her fidgety behaviour, “Now, what’s wrong?” I asked, getting straight to the point, “You sounded worried when you asked to meet.”

“It’s Talbott…” she said nervously. I quickly started paying more attention. I don”t know why Talbott has this sort of effect on me, but I really care about him, even though I hardly know him.

Taken by surprise, I blurted out without thinking, “Talbott Winger, the one who helped us brew an Animagus Potion? What’s wrong?! Is he hurt?!”

“No…” Penny said uncertaintly, “at least I hope not.” I raised my eyebrow at this. Based on my reaction, Penny quickly explained, “He’s been spending all of his time alone recently.”

I held back a laugh, “no offence, Penny, but have you met Talbott? He makes Snape look talkative.”

Penny awkwardly said, “I know he’s a… private person, but I've been his friend for a while. I can tell something’s wrong.” I gave Penny a sceptical look, and she added, “plus he’s been missing class, even Transfiguration, and that’s his favourite.” I subconsciously added that to my mental list of things to remember. Could Talbott be in an organisation like me? Did he join the Keepers of Adeen? No… I would’ve known if there was a new member… Maybe he joined Dark Core? It would make sense why they’d want him of all people because he can spy with his animagus ability… No, he doesn’t seem like the type of person to do that… Penny continued, snapping me out of my thoughts, “I’d ask him myself, but I haven’t been able to find him. I think he’s been avoiding me,” she said, looking like she was about to cry. I immediately became determined to help, I didn't want to see Penny this sad.

“That’s why I asked to meet you, actually. I was hoping you might know where he is,” she explained.

I felt really bad admitting, “sorry, Penny, I haven’t seen him at all recently.” I couldn’t look at Penny’s face with tears threatening to fall, so I quickly looked away. Suddenly, while gazing at my other friends, I got an idea, “but let’s ask around. Surely someone has to have seen Talbott.” Thankfully, Penny cheered up. “Mission accomplished,” I muttered under my breath.

First I went up to Rowan who apologised, “sorry, Isabella, I’ve been too busy with my studies to pay much attention to gossip.”

I asked again, “are you sure you haven’t seen him?”

She looked up from her book sighing, and asked, “if Talbott wants to be alone, shouldn’t you give him his space?”

Getting the hint, I left Rowan reading. Maybe I can get information from Merual, I thought. After asking the question, Merula asked, snorting, “Winger? Are you picking up another odd friend to add to your collection?”

“Talbott’s not odd,” I muttered, wanting to blast that smirk off Merula’s stupid face.

“Sorry, what’s that, Wallace? Standing up for your boyfriend?” she asked, trying to provoke me. I walked away, thinking better than starting a fight.

“Guess I’ll go to Tulip,” I told myself, “she might know since she’s in his house.”

All she could tell me was, “I haven't seen Talbott Winger around the Ravenclaw common room much lately.”

I sighed, leaving her to ask Andre who just asked me, “Talbott Winger’s the bloke that keeps to himself a lot, right?”

Giving up, I reluctantly went over to Merula again, who was no help, and just asked, “you have a hard time keeping track of a lot of people, eh Wallace?”

I looked away from her and spotted Professor Flitwick at the staff table. He might know more, I thought. Apparently, I thought wrong. He had just as much of an idea on the matter as me, saying, “no, I’m afraid Mr. Winger hasn’t told me anything,” and requesting, “if you do see Mr. Winger, please tell him we need to discuss his attendance.”

Tulip beckoned me over to her. I was hopeful for a moment for evidence, but all I got from her was, “Now that I think about it, I didn’t see Talbott Winger at dinner, does that help?’

“Not really, but thanks anyway Tulip,” I replied sadly.

Andre saw me and, I suppose he felt guilty for not giving me any information, because he quickly said, “sorry, I don’t know much about Talbott other than that he looks interesting.”

I sighed, saying, “it’s okay Andre, it’s not like it’s your fault.”

Me and Penny regrouped and I said, “that’s odd. I asked everyone who knows him and it doesn’t seem any of them has seen Talbott,” making sure she at least would feel a bit better, I added, “whatever’s going on, it doesn’t seem like he’s ignoring you specifically, Penny.”

“Though I’m glad he’s not only avoiding me, now I’m even more worried…” She looked away, and became lost in thought. She looked back up, “I want to look for him, but I promised I’d tutor a few first years in potions now…”

Seeing her sad look, I had to tell her, “don’t worry, Penny. I’ll find and talk to him.”

“Really? You’ll check in on Talbott for me? Why?” She asked, seeming suspicious.

I was quick to explain, “Talbott’s my friend, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. I’m worried about him and want to make sure he’s okay too.” I slowly added in, talking to myself more than Penny, “Besides, this might be a good opportunity to try to get to know him better.”

Penny ran up and hugged me, “thanks, Isabella. It’s a relief knowing you’ll be there for him if he does need help.” She pulled away, “Talbott might say he’d rather be alone, but I don’t think he really means it,” she said with a soft expression, “I really appreciate this, Isabella. Let me know how it goes and if you need any help.”

“Of course!,” I said almost immediately, “I’m heading to the Courtyard now, I’ll look for Talbott while I’m there.”

Me and Penny parted ways. I headed back up to my dormitory. After changing from my robes to my casual outfit since school was done for the rest of the day on Friday, I layed down, only for Chocolate to come with a piece of parchment in her beak. I was quick to take and read it. It started:

Dear, Isabella,

Since you won’t give up on looking for me, I’ll meet you in the Courtyard now.

Sincerely,

Talbott

This time, I was too lazy to run all the way to the Courtyard, so I transformed into my animagus form; a Peregrine Falcon, and flew out of my dormitory window, down to the Courtyard. “Shoot, I forgot about the landing process,” I said to myself, since I’ve always ended up landing by crashing into the ground.

As soon as the Courtyard caught my sight, I sighed, found the pear tree, and decided to crash into it. I shut my eyes tight and felt all the branches scrape me. I transformed back to a human and hissed in pain. I stood up, ignoring how bad it actually was. Looking around, the only people I saw in the Courtyard other than me were Jae and Chiara. Do they just spend all their time together? I thought to myself. I slowly walked over to the doors leading to the Courtyard.

I heard a calling whistle and quickly looked around to see Talbott leaning against the fountain as he stated, “over here.”

“Talbott! When I told Penny I’d look for you, I wasn’t expecting you to reach out and agree to meet me here first,” I said, surprised.

“So it’s true that you and Penny have been looking for me,” he said with an eyebrow raised and a sceptical look.

“Where did you hear that?” I asked, “everyone I talked to hasn’t seen or talked to you in days.”

“I little birdie told me,” he said smirking. I broke my composure and giggled.

After controlling myself again, I said, rolling my eyes, smiling, “nice try, but bird puns won’t distract me from asking about what’s going on with you for that long.”

He sighed, “It was worth a shot.”

I glared at him, “Talbott, I’m being serious. You’ve even been missing classes,” I sighed before continuing, “When Penny told me how concerned she was about you, I couldn’t help but be worried too.”

“I appreciate the concern, but as you can see, I’m fine,” he said, trying to convince me. I guess it was too bad for him that I’m able to tell when people are faking their emotions because I do it too.

“Are you actually fine?” I asked, then said accusingly, “Or are you just lying and telling me you’re fine so I’ll leave you alone?”

Surprisingly, unlike most people who get nervous or surprised when I accuse them of things, Talbott kept his composure and asked, “If I tell you I’m lying, will you keep pressuring me to find out what’s wrong?”

“Yes.”

“Then, I’m actually fine,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Talbott!” I yelled, getting annoyed.

He actually did lose his composure for a bit but then continued, “So I’ve spent a lot of time alone lately. That’s not exactly newsworthy,” he paused and added quieter than before, “Why do you care if there’s anything bothering me anyways?”

I felt my face slowly heat up as I was under his piercing gaze, “I consider you my friend, Talbott, and I care about you. If something’s bothering you, I want to know so I can help,” I swallowed before continuing, “I thought you opened up to me back then because you thought of me as your friend, too,” I looked back into his eyes, “was I wrong?”

He looked around awkwardly, and, trying to come up with an excuse, he said, “I know I called you my friend earlier, but it’s just because I got caught up in the moment.” Apparently I’m good at making people feel bad, because, after seeing my face, he said, “It’s not that I don’t like you or anything. I’m just not ready to call you my friend yet. You barely know me.”

I muttered to myself, “Part of me was hoping this was my opportunity to change that.”

Noticing the awkward silence, I said, “Fine, we don’t have to talk about what’s wrong,” I felt around in my mokeskin pouch, and found what I was looking for. Smiling, I said, “We can play a game of Gobstones instead…” suddenly I got an idea, and added, “But if I win, you have to at least consider telling me why you’ve been extra distant lately,” I finished, smirking.

“And if I win?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll tell Penny you’re actually fine and never bring any of this up again,” I said, trying to convince him.

“Alright, Isabella. If you can beat me at Gobstones, I promise to hear you out,” he said, looking determined.

After I set up the game, Talbott must have gotten a flashback, because he stated, “Your distractions won’t work this time, Isabella. I don’t intend to lose,” and to add some uncertainty for me he said, “I’ve been practising Gobstones.”

The distraction rolled off my tongue like water causing me to say, smirking, “and I’ve been spying on the ministry.”

“You’ve been what?!” He said surprised, not realising he completely missed the stones until it was my turn and he was sprayed, “ugh, honestly, you should be a Slytherin,” he said annoyed, “anyway, why’s Penny worried about me?”

“She fancies you,” I said sarcastically. Unfortunately, I was too distracted saying that, and only came back to my senses to see Talbott smirking, and myself smelling horrible.

“Nice try, but I know Penny likes someone else,” he said proudly.

“If I couldn’t say it any better, I’d say you actually like hanging out with me,” I stated.

“Well, I’d prefer to keep to myself,” he said, flustered.

“Well, I’d prefer to report you to the ministry,” I said, distracting him enough to spray him.

He sighed, “I’ll admit, I didn’t see that coming,” and under his breath he stated, “maybe if you didn’t keep distracting me.”

I smirked, “Distractions? What distractions? I’m just making small talk,” I finished casually.

Observing the game with his “eagle eyes” he replied, “You might be close to winning, but you can’t possibly have any distractions left…”

“We’ll see about that,” I glared while smiling.

“I’m setting up my special move…” he muttered.

“Is that a ministry official I see?” I asked, distracting him long enough for him to miss yet again, and for me to knock the rest of the Gobstones out of the circle.

Talbott groaned, “I know when I’ve lost. I suppose I can at least hear you out.”

After we stood up, he admitted, “Alright, Isabella, you won. Just like I promised, I’ll hear you out.”

“Talbott, I know you don’t like talking about yourself, but you shouldn’t be afraid to tell me what’s bothering you. You trusted me with your secret that you’re an unregistered Animagus… And as an unregistered Animagus too, I understand how much trust that requires…” I said, trying to convince him to tell me, “I guess what I’m saying is… I hope you know you can tell me anything,” I can’t say I wasn’t surprised by his response.

Talbott stopped to listen intently and suddenly said looking horrified, “shh!”

“What?” Then I stopped to listen too. I heard footsteps close by us. My eyes widened, “oh no! Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” I muttered under my breath. As quickly as those words came out of my mouth, I whipped out my wand, just to see Talbott doing the same thing after looking around. I softly yelled, “Homenum revelio!” Pointing my wand at where I heard the footsteps. I noticed Talbott did the same thing.

I wasn’t surprised on who I revealed, “Merula?! You were spying on us?!”

Talbott rolled his eyes, “She must have been under the Disillusionment Charm. That would explain why we didn’t notice her until she moved,” he moved his attention over to her, “How much did you hear?”

Merula looked annoyed, “Nothing… I was just passing through.”

Talbott scoffed, “Like I’d believe that. People who are “just passing through” don’t use Concealment Charms.”

“Even if I had heard you, what makes you interested in your little gossip? I have better things to do with my time…”

Talbott turned back to me, looking horrified, “Even though she denies it, Merula had heard we’re unregistered Animagi,” he looked more angry by the moment, “If that’s not bad enough, everyone in school knows her parents are in Azkaban for supporting You-Know-Who! The child of two Death Eaters knows we’re unregistered Animagi!”

I immediately backtracked, “I’m so sorry, Talbott. I had no idea Merula was listening in on us.” I’m gonna have to give myself several more scars for this later.

Talbott took a deep breath, “it’s fine…”

Trying to make things better I added, “Let me talk to Merula. Maybe I can-”

“No offence, Isabella, but you’ve done enough,” Talbott said angrily.

“But I know Merual! I can at least try to convince her to keep our secret!” With Talbott looking like he was about to say no, I said, “In fact, I’ll go find Merula and talk to her right now.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need anymore of your help. I’ll handle Merula on my own,” and with that, he walked away from me.

After going to the bathroom, adding several more cuts on my arm, cleaning them, and going back to my dormitory, I sent Merula a letter;

Dear Merula,

I know this sounds crazy, but I need to talk with you.

Sincerely,

Isabella

I sent Chocolate away. I sketched for about thirty minutes, waiting for her to come back. When she returned, she had a letter in her beak;

Dear Isabella,

If you must talk to me, you might as well come now. I’m in the Potions Classroom.

Sincerely,

Merula

I walked down to the dungeons, to see Merula getting blasted in the face with a potion she was attempting to make. I laughed and walked over to her. Although her face was now covered in a black-ish colour, she tried to act like nothing happened by quickly wiping it off. She went back to her potion, clearly ignoring me, so I cleared my throat.

Groaning, she asked, “What do you want, Wallace? I’m studying.”

“You read my letter, didn’t you? We need to talk.”

“If this is about you and Winger, I already told you that I didn’t hear anything”

I sighed, “Do you really think I’m daft enough to believe that lie?”

She smirked, “Are you sure you want me to answer that question?”

“Why were you spying on us, Merula?”

Rolling her eyes for the hundredth time, while making her cauldron stir on its own, she countered, “Why are you so incredibly annoying?”

“Look, Merula, you can keep avoiding the subject all you want, but I'm not leaving until you agree to talk, so you might as well cooperate,” I said, trying to not let my anger get the best of me.

“Ugh, you’re really not going to go away until I do, are you?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said with a prideful smile.

Losing the argument, Merula gave in and said, “Fine, but I’m going to finish this potion first, so you might as well grab a beaker and make yourself useful.”

While grabbing the beaker she pointed at, I mentioned, “I didn’t know you were so studious, Merula.”

Just having to be rude, Merula said, “Studying must be a foreign concept for you, eh Wallace?”

After handing the beaker over to her, I sighed, crossing my arms, “Just because you don’t usually see me studying doesn’t mean I don’t. I just try to avoid you throughout the day.”

“Since you’re just standing there, you might as well hand me that bottle.”

Leaning over to give it to her, I noticed Merula’s book was filled with notes in the margins that aren’t in her handwriting. “What potion is Merula even brewing?” I muttered, studying her book. Apparently she heard me because she replied, “How are you passing potions? This is just a simple Wideye Potion. Honestly, Barnaby has more brain cells than you.”

“Well, I feel like Barnaby is very smart, so I’ll consider that a compliment,” I said, sticking up for him. Changing the subject, I asked, “Would you really report Talbott to the Ministry, Merula?”

“I couldn’t care less about Winger. I just followed you thinking you were sneaking off to go Cursed Vault hunting, so I really don’t care.”

“I’d say I can’t believe you’d spy on me, Merula, but that’d be a lie.”

“Wow, you finally understand my personality, Wallace,” she said sarcastically, “Fine, I admit it, I was listening in on you and Winger, but only because I thought you had more info on the Cursed Vault of Fear.”

“Aha! So you were lying!”

“Yes, alright, I lied about not hearing anything. So what?”

“I don’t blame you for spying on me and lying about it. I would’ve done the same if I were in your position, but I would’ve gotten away with it,” I muttered in the last part.

She put an over-exaggerating expression on her face, “I wasn’t spying, I was keeping an eye on my competition,” she thought for a moment, and suddenly said, “And what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Ignoring her last comment, I continued on, “So just to be clear, you weren’t spying on Talbott and me to try to learn our secrets?”

Without confirming or denying what I asked, Merula replied, “Like I said, I wasn’t spying, I was keeping an eye on my competition, and why else would I be interested in you and your odd friends?”

“Like I said, Talbott’s not odd, and I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or insulted.”

“If that’s all-”

“-Wait, Merula, the real reason I came was to convince you to not tell anyone about Talbott’s and my secret,” I said quickly.

“Why shouldn’t I tell anyone you and Winger are unregistered Animagi?” Merula said challengingly.

“Because I’ll force you to keep it a secret if necessary.”

“Are you seriously threatening someone who could get you and your friend sent to Azkaban?” Then she said something I wasn’t expecting, “You might be more interesting than I thought, Wallace.”

“So will you keep Talbott’s secret?” I said.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” She asked, trying to scare me.

“Merula, this is serious,” I said, unfazed.

“I am being serious,” she smirked, making me worry. Not for myself, but for Talbott. I don’t want to be the reason he’d get sent to Azkaban.

“I better find Talbott now and warn him about Merula…” I said to myself after Merula left with the biggest smug look on her face.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #jacob's sibling #andre egwu #penny haywood #isabella wallace x talbott winger #talbott x mc #talbott winger #talbott x reader #merula snyde #hphm fanfic #isabella wallace

[magicapandora]

Cigarette Kisses and Lipstick Stains

I just wanted to write more Bloodpops, especially towards the end of Hogwarts/after graduation. Just something mushy and full of feelings. Hope you enjoy! <3

CW/TW for smoking and mentions of alcohol but no actual consumption. Also swearing just in case

The night sky was empty, save the waning moon and the stars scattered about, some more brighter than others. What it was certainly filled with was cheers and happy voices, as the Three Broomsticks was filled to the brim with recently graduated students, now young adults. Butterbeer poured from the barrels, glasses clanking together as others tried to plead with Madam Rosmerta to give them a shot of whisky, her shooting them down quickly. "Nuh-uh! Not having any drunk kids on my watch!" She shouted over the crowd, sliding over more and more drinks over the counter. It was nearing almost 2 AM and yet the partied still held strong, with cheers of independence and group hugs of friends promising to keep in touch.

As the shouting and hollering took over the establishment, a single person was outside near the back of the building.

Flick!

A lighter came to life, slowly burn away at the cigarette. The bronze skinned cursebreaker stashed the lighter away, leaning against the brick building, inhaling the slightly somehow sweet smelling smoke. They felt it sting in their throat and lungs, before exhaling the smoke into the night. They let their arm drop to their side, letting the ashes of the cursed stick drop to the cobblestone, the embers quickly dying out. "You know that stuff kills you, right?"

Rosie laughed dryly, letting another inhale of smoke out of their nostrils, before turning to the warm voice next to them, their boots clicking against the cobblestone streets. Rosie raises their cigarette, waving it in their hand. "Floral Cigarettes, babe. Lot less lung burning," Rosie huffs a bit, trying to make excuses of their bad habit. They knew it was a bit bullshit, but it didn't stop them from taking another drag. "You want one?" Rosie offered, grabbing the light pink cardboard box from their pocket. Victor plucked a single cigarette from the box, before taking the entire box in his hands. Before the brown haired young adult could grab it back, he held it over his head, much further than Rosie's arm length. "Ah, ah, ah. No more smoking for you, Sweetie," He grinned, pushing the box into his jacket pockets before getting close to Rosie, pressing his cigarette onto Rosie's, lighting his own stick with Rosie's. Rosie chuckled dryly, before leaning back onto the wall of the practically bouncing ruckus filled tavern. "I'm surprised, Princess. Thought you'd be partying with the rest of us. Jae started a drinking contest and Barnaby wiped the floor. 30 pints. Crazy," He murmured, coughing a bit as he exhaled slowly, bumping his shoulder into his partner's. Rosie looked up at the sky, tapping on the cigarette to flick the ash away, "I was. But then it got too much. I swear, no one fuckin' takes a shower these days," Rosie grimaced, their shoulders going up in disgust of the strong smell coming from the Tavern. "Seriously, it's like no one's heard of perfume-or showering." Victor laughed, his melodic voice filling the night sky. He sighed, looking down at the much shorter lover of his, "Same. Plus, people were just bein' impolite. I spilled 4 butterbeers before I just gave up and came out here," He admitted, flicking the half smoked cigarette to the ground, gently pressing his boot on it and stomping it out. Rosie chuckled dryly, humming a bit in thought. Victor tilted his head, his raven hair hanging over half of his face. "What's up, Princess? Something on your mind?" He asked, his brown eyes glazing over Rosie's body. Rosie paused, looking down at their own feet, pristine white Mary janes clashing with the almost burnt out cigarette in their hand.

"Yeah. I...I don't know what to do, y'know? I'm free from school. From R. From cursebreaking. And it's liberating! It is! No more bullshit on my shoulders! But now...I feel empty," Rosie croaked out, a tight frown planted on their lips. "Like I had my whole life determined by weird visions and cults and evil teachers but I had something to do. I had goals, but now, with all of this freedom...there's too many choices. Is there even such a thing as too much freedom?" Rosie laughed out loud, dryly. It felt pathetic. They felt pathetic. They had their whole life ahead of them but Rosie felt like it was already over.

They felt plush leather wrap around their shoulders, before looking up, seeing their Vampiric boyfriend wrap his arm around them, almost comforting in a way, despite the coldness of himself and the leather of his jacket. "There can be, but that shouldn't let that make you afraid. Life is a miracle of chaos. Just a bunch of choices we make, and then we're gone. So why not make the choices we wanna make? The choices that matter to us, not anyone else. So, just, start making choices. No matter what, as long as they're yours," He looked down, a small smile forming on his face. Rosie blinked for a couple of seconds, looking down at their cigarette. They lifted it to their lips, inhaling before exhaling the smoke for one more time. The nub of a smoke stick fell to the ground, Rosie stomping it out with their heeled shoes. "First choice of my adult life; No more smoking," Rosie sighed, sticking their hands into their pockets, fiddling with the lighter. They took it out and palmed it, before placing it in Victor's hands. "Here. Not sure if you want a pink lighter or not..." Rosie trailed off, before seeing the vampire take the lighter. "Oh, I will. Every good musician needs one," He winks, kissing the lighter as a good luck charm as he pocketed it in his jacket. "So, any other choices you wanna make tonight?" He asked, bumping his cold hand against Rosie's much smaller, much more warmer one. Rosie nodded, before getting on their tip toes, pressing their hands against Victor's chest and pressing their lipstick covered lips against his. Victor huffed a bit, chuckling into the gentle kiss before kissing back, both of their lips moving against one another. Rosie knew how much they've kissed over their relationship, but this felt warmer, like a small spark igniting in their chest, warmth blooming and making Rosie's bronze skin deepen in shades of dark pink. Rosie pulled away gently, before seeing Victor's lips smudged with a dark magenta lipstick. Rosie giggled, hovering their hands over his lips, trying to see if they could get it off. "Don't worry about it, cutie. But maybe some more kisses for your troubles?" He winked, his signature smile still being able to melt Rosie's heart. Rosie cupped his face, pressing their still stained lips onto his cheeks, then trailing to his chin and jaw, not quite making his forehead but luckily could press a few more kisses to the collar of his tan shirt, with each kiss the lipstick fading away. Rosie giggled, resting their hands on Victor's shoulders, his face plastered with lipstick kisses, his cheeks a rosy red. "Now that is a lot of good choices I like very much," He chuckled, hearts practically forming in his eyes. The brown haired young adult smiled, before grabbing his hand. "C'mon, let's go back. I wanna challenge Barnaby to that drinking butterbeer contest you mentioned," Rosie led Victor back to the Tavern, the party still very much alive as Rosie raced to where the green eyed man was, shouting over the crowd. Victor couldn't help but watch, leaning against a pillar as they saw Rosie back to their usual self; Boisterous and happy. He gently touched the mark on his lips, before blushing. He quickly cleaned himself up, waving his hand over himself to clean the mess Rosie had made, save for the kiss marks on his shirt as he tried to cheer on Rosie during the contest.

He definitely wasn't getting rid of those marks.

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[alice-beaumont-ravenclaw]

Study Session

A/N #1: Fic #4 of the Quidditch series is finally here!

Quidditch series (in order): If the Shoe Fits | Of Threats and Persuasions | Off-Balance

Alice's outfit

Alice came down the stairs of her dorm into the Ravenclaw common room as she checked the content of her handbag. Andre, who was sitting in an armchair, looked at her with a smirk.

“So,” he said, “meeting Charlie, huh?”

Alice stopped dead in her tracks as she slowly looked up at her friend. “Meeting? What are you talking about?” she said, wondering if he had seen her sneak out of the common room. Worse, maybe he had observed her flying around the pitch with Charlie. After all, you got a pretty decent view of the pitch from the common room and the dorms…

“Your ‘study session’ with Charlie this morning in Hogsmeade? Why didn’t you tell me that’s why you wanted to spend time in Hogsmeade?”

Alice raised her eyebrows, eyes wide. “I didn’t think it would make a difference. You seemed pretty adamant about my need for training.”

“Well, it’s a good thing Charlie explained everything to me then.”

“I didn’t think you’d be ok with me prioritizing a study session over Quidditch practice.”

“Well, there are study sessions, and then, there are ‘study sessions,’” said Andre, wiggling his eyebrows.

Alice stared blankly at him. “If you say so… Anyway, better go down to breakfast if I don’t want to make Charlie wait. Coming?”

“Sure. We can discuss your choice of outfit on our way there,” said Andre as he got up from the armchair.

Alice rolled her eyes as she followed him out.

“Honestly, I would have been happy to plan your outfit,” Andre could be heard saying as he entered the Great Hall with Alice. 

“My outfit is perfectly fine!” exclaimed Alice a bit too loudly, causing some to stare at her. She cleared her throat. “I’ll be able to go from my study session with Charlie to the Quidditch pitch. I thought you’d be glad I wouldn’t waste time changing before practice.”

“What’s going on?” asked Rowan as she buttered her toasts.

“Rowan, is my outfit ok for a study session?” asked Alice as she sat in front of her friend.

“Sure, ask Rowan. We all know she’s the fashion guru of Hogwarts,” muttered Andre, sitting next to Alice.

Rowan frowned as she glanced at Andre before turning her attention back to Alice. She looked at her friend’s blue sweatshirt on which was written ‘California’ in red across the chest. “Looks perfectly fine to me. Will keep you warm in the library.”

“But she’s not headed to the library. It’s a Hogsmeade ‘study session,’” clarified Andre, once again wiggling his eyebrows.

“Is there something wrong with your eyebrows?” asked Alice, staring at Andre.

Rowan just stared blankly at him. “Why would you go study in Hogsmeade instead of the library?”

“To talk!” interjected Alice. “I need to discuss the Care of Magical Creature assignment with Charlie. If we go to the library, we’ll be hushed every two seconds by Pince.”

Rowan nodded. “Makes sense. Too bad I have to work on my Arithmancy homework or I would have tagged along.”

Alice didn’t know why, but she felt relieved that Rowan wouldn’t join her and Charlie.

Andre looked between the two friends. While these two were extremely clever under normal circumstances, when it came to matters of the heart, they were as dumb as soup. He shook his head. “You two are hopeless. I’ll go eat with Penny,” he said, getting up to go to the Hufflepuff table.

“What was that about?” asked Rowan.

Alice shrugged as she put a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. “Andre stuff, I guess,” she said after swallowing. 

As she drank the last drop of her orange juice, Charlie came to sit next to her. “Hey Rowan,” he said, waving to Alice’s best friend, who responded with a nod. “So,” he said, turning to Alice, “ready for our ‘study session’?”

“I think I’ve never heard the words ‘study session’ so much in one morning,” said Alice as she got up.

“Really?”

Rowan nodded. “It seems like Andre thinks one should dress a certain way to study with someone.”

Charlie looked at what Alice was wearing: a blue sweatshirt, jeans, brown boots, a small handbag, and her hair in a braid held by a red hair band. “You look fine to me,” he said, looking straight into her eyes.

Alice could feel her cheeks tingling. “Oh! Hum, thanks! Anyway, we should be going. Talk to you later,” she said, waving away to Rowan as she left the Great Hall with Charlie.

Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath as they stepped outside into the Courtyard. For a moment, the Great Hall had felt very stuffy. The sun shone brightly, making her squint as she opened her eyes. She started making their way toward Hogsmeade with Charlie and couldn’t help but think what a nice day it was… Too bad it would be ruined by her Quidditch incompetence.  

Charlie glanced at her as they walked. She was biting her lower lip, deep in thought. Clearly, something was weighing heavy on her mind. Under normal circumstances, he would have guessed the Vault was the reason for her troubled expression. But after last night’s training, he knew all too well Quidditch was the culprit this time around.

They arrived in the wizarding village, and Charlie started to walk toward The Three Broomsticks, but Alice stopped him.

“Not there. Too much risk someone could overhear our conversation,” said Alice looking around. She gave a small nod once she noticed something Charlie couldn’t see. “That way,” she said, walking toward what looked like a small alleyway. 

As they walked past Honeydukes, someone Charlie knew all too well exited the sweet shop. 

“Good morning, Captain,” said the girl.

Alice and Charlie turned around. The girl was shorter than Charlie and had brown hair, though the tips and the braid across her forehead were blue. Freckles covered her cheeks, just like Charlie, but she had green eyes just like Alice. 

“Hi, Skye,” said Charlie, waving lightly.

“What are you doing with the competition?” asked Skye, eyeing Alice with a smug expression that reminded the Ravenclaw of a certain Slytherin.

“Skye, Alice is my friend, not the competition,” said Charlie, frowning.

“Don’t tell me you already forgot she’s Ravenclaw’s newest addition to their team,” replied Skye, still looking at Alice.

“Charlie, who is that?” whispered Alice.

“Oh, sorry! Alice, this is Skye Parkin, one of my Chasers,” he said, nodding in Skye’s direction. “And Skye, this is…” he started, wrapping an arm around Alice’s shoulders.

“Alice Beaumont, Hogwarts’ Curse-Breaker and Ravenclaw’s newest Chaser, I know,” interrupted Skye.

Alice extended her hand. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said.

Skye stared at Alice’s hand and then at Alice. With a slight frown, she shook Alice’s hand. “You have no idea who I am?”

Alice looked at Charlie, who was just shaking his head, eyes closed, before looking back at Skye. “Well, you are a Chaser for Gryffindor, no?”

Before Skye could say anything, Charlie said, “Skye, Alice’s interest in Quidditch is recent. She truly has no idea who you are.”

Skye’s mouth opened in shock. “Wow, so Ravenclaw’s new recruit might be easy to beat. Ah! We are so getting the cup this year,” she said as she started to walk away. “Oh, I nearly forgot,” she said, briefly turning around. “Thanks for saving our captain last time.”

“Hum, you’re welcome?” said Alice, bemused.

“But don’t expect Gryffindor to do you any favours. You are now the enemy,” said Parkin before running off toward The Three Broomsticks.

Alice stared at her running away before turning to Charlie. “So… What’s supposed to be so special about her?”

“Do you know the Wigtown Wanderers?” he asked as they started walking again.

“No,” she answered as they turned unto to alley.

Charlie stared at her. “Really? Ok, well, basically, Skye’s family founded that team. She comes from a long line of Quidditch players, including her father, who’s a Chaser for the Wanderers and considered a Quidditch legend by many. Let’s just say that Skye has quite a legacy to live up to, which can sometimes make her a bit of a pain, but she’s really not that bad.”

Just as he said that, they had stopped under a sign on which was painted a wild boar's severed head leaking blood onto the white cloth beneath it. 

“This should do,” said Alice, pushing the door open.

When they entered the inn, Alice nodded at the barkeeper, who simply grunted what sounded like a hello. There was something about him that seemed familiar to Charlie, but before he could look closer, Alice took him to a table in the corner of the dingy and dirty room.

“Do you want me to go fetch us some Butterbeers?” asked Charlie, placing his coat on the back of his chair. 

Alice looked around, her nose wrinkled. “Nah, it’s fine. I strangely do not want to try a Butterbeer and dust mix.”

“You picked the place, Beaumont.”

“I know, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so… gritty. Then again, what was I supposed to expect from Mundungus.”

“Who?”

“Just someone I know from my dealings with Rakepick. Said he knew of a bar in Hogsmeade perfect for more discreet business transactions. Figured that’s what my situation called for.”

“Well, I think we can be certain no Hogwarts student will come in here,” said Charlie, still looking around, this time at the dubious patrons. “Alice? Are you ok? You look like you are overheating,” he said, now staring at Alice, who was pulling on the collar of her jumper.

“I mean, it is a bit stuffy here, no?”

“No, I’d say it’s actually chilly… Alice? Did you use that spell I taught you yesterday on your jumper?”

“Yes, why?”

Charlie slapped his forehead. “It’s for outdoor use only! That spell warms you up; it doesn’t regulate your body temperature. It’s like wearing a big winter coat; outside, you feel fine, but inside, just like with a winter coat, it’s too hot.”

“Huh-uh, huh-uh, thanks for the Charms lesson, Charlie Flitwick, but is there any special spell to stop it or do I just use the good ol’ ‘Finite Incantatem’? Because I’m starting to feel a bit faint, and it’s not like I can remove my jumper.”

Charlie blushed at the thought, covering the lower half of his face with his hand as he looked away. “The usual,” he muttered.

So, with a flick of her wand, Alice ended her suffering. Well, her physical suffering, as her mental pain related to Quidditch was far from being over. “So, me not knowing Skye Parkin is basically Quidditch royalty was a giveaway of my Quidditch knowledge?” 

“Well, in a way, as most Quidditch fans at Hogwarts know who she is. I actually heard Penny is a big fan. But that’s mostly trivia-wise. You do not need to know every single Quidditch team out there to be a good—”

“Good?”

“Ok, decent. You don’t need to know anything about Quidditch teams to be a decent player. Though most at least have a favourite team.”

“Really, what’s your favourite?” 

“Well, not the Chudley Cannons, but don’t tell that to Ron. It’s his favourite team.”

“What’s wrong with them?”

“They just… suck. Last time they won the cup was in the 1890s.”

“So I could become a professional Quidditch player after all!”

“Alice, that kind of attitude won’t help you on the pitch.”

“Sorry… But who’s your favourite team then?”

“I… don’t think I have any.”

Alice smirked. “So, no Dartmouth Dragons, huh?” she asked.

Charlie laughed. “No, no, no team decided to call themselves the Dragons, unfortunately. But I see you have noticed the pattern in Quidditch team naming.”

“Well, with names like the ‘Wigtown Wanderers,’ the ‘Portree Pride,’ and the ‘Chudley Cannons,’ it’s hard not to notice. So, it’s not the end of the world if I don’t have a favourite team?”

Charlie shrugged. “I guess not, but I’d say that even if I don’t have one, I still follow what goes on in Quidditch. So as not to seem like a complete outsider, I suggest you find one anyway.”

“What about the Locronan Lutins?”

“The who?”

“I think they’re in the French League?” 

A glint appeared in Charlie’s eyes as he smiled. “That might actually work to your advantage. Gives you a favourite team without having to discuss it too much. How do you know about that team?”

“It’s my dad’s favourite. So, now that I have a favourite team, how do I fool the Ravenclaw Quidditch team into thinking I’m not a lost cause and might make a decent Chaser?” she asked as she started to trace a game of tic-tac-toe in the dust that covered the table.

“Well, like I said, as long as you don’t stare up into the sky without looking at a precise target, your fear of heights probably won’t show too much. Just do whatever you do during flying class. Andre seems to have been fooled by that as he described you as good enough on a broom. Clearly, he never saw how white your knuckles became. Speaking of which, why did you decide to keep on taking those flying classes?”

“To help with my fear of heights…”

“Well, I can tell you it clearly didn’t work.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious. I figured that much. But it doesn't help when Madam Hooch tells us that flying is like walking, except you could die.”

Charlie chuckled. “That sure doesn’t help someone who’s already lacking confidence when flying.”

“Exactly. And now I have to fly AND throw around a Quaffle. Oh, and also avoid Bludgers so they won’t crack my skull. Why do people play Quidditch again?”

“Because it’s fun?”

“Ah, yes, nothing more fun than risking being killed by a flying metal ball whose sole purpose is to harm. Jolly good fun.”

“Would you rather spend your free time with Rakepick?”

Alice twisted her lips, deep in thought. “Fine. I guess I’d rather be bludgeoned by a Bludger.”

“That’s the spirit! Now, let’s discuss how your situation is not as bad as you think.”

They discussed how Alice’s situation was not as bad as it first appeared for about an hour. Andre had selected her based on her aim and supposedly good flying skills, which he had witnessed on separate occasions. This meant that he was probably not expecting her to automatically know how to combine both skills. As long as she kept her focus and didn’t lose herself in the vastness of the sky, she could pull it off. Charlie had no doubt the rest of the team would do all they could to train her properly, knowing she was a last-minute replacement and most likely thinking she was doing Andre a favour.

“This reminds me… I forgot to ask how your Quidditch theory class went yesterday,” said Charlie.

“Well, it was like getting a summary of Quidditch Through the Ages. I even got homework,” replied Alice.

“McNully’s playbook?”

Alice nodded. “No wonder Rowan has a crush on him,” she mumbled.

“On who? McNully?”

“She won’t admit to it, but she keeps gushing about him ever since she heard Andre wanted me to join the team, telling me I should read all the Quidditch articles he wrote to get a better feel for the game.”

“But he’s al—” started saying Charlie.

“But of course, I told her the only way to get a good feel for the game is to actually play it.”

“Yes, that’s true, but—”

“Then, she got all huffy and puffy on me and said she was just trying to help.”

“Alice—”

“So I told her it was just because she had a thing for the great Murphy McNully and that instead of trying to push match descriptions on me, she should just go hang out with him.”

“Alice.”

“He’s not gonna fall for her if she just watches him from afar like some lovelorn teenage girl—”

“Alice!”

“What?”

“You’ve been rambling on…”

“Oh! Sorry!”

“Anyway, as I was about to say, McNully is already spoken for.”

“Aw shucks. I was hoping she would be lucky this time around.”

“This time around?”

Alice’s eyes grew wide, realizing she had potentially said too much. Thankfully for her, the innkeeper interrupted their conversation, handing her a letter an owl had just delivered.

“The Headmaster sent this for you,” he said before going back behind the bar.

Alice took it and quickly read it. “Dumbledore wants to see me…”

“What for?” asked Charlie, glancing back at the man behind the bar.

“Doesn’t say. I wonder how he knew I was here… Anyway, I’d better not make him wait,” Alice said as she got up, pointing her wand at her jumper.

“Here,” said Charlie, handing her his coat, “take my coat.”

“You’re sure? Won’t you be cold?” she asked, looking at the coat hesitantly.

“It’s really not that cold outside,” he said, draping the coat over her shoulders. “I’ll be fine.”

Alice could feel her cheeks heat up as her mind wandered back to the night of the Celestial Ball when Charlie had placed his jacket on her shoulder when they had left the others for the peacefulness of the Courtyard.

“Alice?” asked Charlie, staring at her.

Alice shook her head, shaking away the memories that had invaded her mind for a moment. “Sorry, was just wondering what Dumbledore wants with me.”

Charlie looked at her with an eyebrow raised, dubious.

Alice tugged at his arm, ignoring his gaze, leading him toward the door. “Come on! I’d better go and see what Dumbledore wants before facing the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.”

They quickly made their way back to the castle. When they arrived in front of the gargoyle guarding the Headmaster’s office, the gargoyle immediately lept aside, the wall behind it splitting to reveal a moving spiral staircase.

“Looks like it was warned of your arrival,” whispered Charlie, staring at the gargoyle.

Alice took a deep breath as she removed Charlie’s coat from her shoulders. “Well,” she said, handing him the coat, “wish me luck.” She climbed the stairs, the wall closing behind her and the gargoyle leaping back to its initial position.

As he waited, he caught a glimpse at the end of the corridor of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, who were most likely heading for the pitch. Andre saw him, and after saying something to his teammates, he sauntered toward Charlie.

“Your ‘study session’ is already over?” he asked as he made his way to his friend.

“Study session?”

“Well, that’s what Alice seemed to think it was. A Care of Magical Creature study session,” said Andre, smirking. “Though I didn’t see any books when you two left the Great Hall.”

“She just needed to talk about something,” replied Charlie.

“Sure… Something…”

“Wipe that smile off your face, Egwu. Nothing is going on between Alice and me.” At least, not what he’s imagining is happening, thought Charlie.

“Whatever you say, Weasley.”

At that moment, the stairs reappeared as the gargoyle leapt aside once more. Alice slowly came down, a shocked expression plastered on her face.

“Is everything alright?” asked Andre and Charlie in unison.

Alice looked at one and then at the other before looking straight ahead. “I’m… a Legilimens.”

A/N #2: I hope you enjoyed it! Next up: Alice's first team practice.

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[hphmmatthewluther]

Back to School Challenge: Day 1

Here we are with day of @cursebreakerfarrier​ ‘s Back to School challenge! Today, we see everyone’s favourite poor little meow meow Matthew Luther try to contend with making new friends on the trip to hogwarts! This story also features @stupendousbookworm​ ‘s Ara Black!

𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑱𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑬𝒀 — is this your OCs first time at Hogwarts? Or their last? Or maybe it’s just the beginning of another eventful year. Create something that tells the story of your OC’s magical trip to Hogwarts!

Matthew Luther had thought the scariest thing about his trip to Hogwarts was going to be that trick wall he’d been told about, that he’d had to run through in order to get through. Then he saw the amount of people, the amount of kids and teenagers who were also getting on the train, and promptly decided that this was scarier. It wasn’t that they looked scary, it was just the looming fact that he would get to know all of these people, or, rather, all these people would get to know him. They probably knew about his brother. He’d had enough of that in Diagon Alley. He pushed the hair out of his face and slowly moved towards the train, his suitcases rolling along the platform behind him. He saw that many of the others had pets, some with cats, a lot of them with owls. This made Matthew feel slightly worse, seeing as there was no way they would have been able to afford a pet. His stomachache grew slightly worse. It had been there since he’d got up that morning.

He got onto the train, more stomach pangs happening as he did, apologising as he almost bumped into several people as he moved down the train, including a girl with snow-white hair and a kid with face paint on. At some point, he did bump into a person, a girl with far more luggage than he did. “Gah!” she yelled, moving to the side in shock. “S-Sorry…” he began, but the girl shook her head. “Nah, uh, I had more stuff, ‘smy fault. Just…watch where you’re walking, yeah?” she said, a Scottish accent breaking through as she moved past him, muttering to herself. Matthew walked on, relieved she hadn’t been too mad at him . He’d never met anyone with a stripe of orange hair before.

Eventually, something happened that reduced the gnawing feeling in his torso. In a compartment that was half full was Rowan Khanna, who Matthew had met a few weeks ago back in Diagon Alley, who had helped him with getting everything he needed. Matt waved through the window, and Rowan beckoned him in. He slid open the compartment door and moved past the other kid in the compartment, apologising as he did so.

“It’s good to see you, Matt!” Rowan said, smiling as brightly as they had when he’d first met them. “How was getting up here?” “I-It was ok, um…” Matt replied, shrugging, “I didn’t have to go that far.” This was true, he’d been to London many times (and he’d been able to do it on his own since he was 6). “H-How are you doing?”

“Great!” Rowan exclaimed, gesturing for him to sit down as the train pulled out of the station, “I said goodbye to Fuzzclaw, our pet cat, and we used Floo Powder to head into the Leaky Cauldron, and from there we got to the station! The Muggle world is crackers, though! I knew there’d be cars, but I wasn’t expecting so many!”

As they passed by green fields, the other kid shuffled in his seat. Rowan turned to him, then back to Matthew. “Oh, right, Matthew Luther, this is Victor Ketsueki. He’s starting at Hogwarts too!”

Victor smiled at Matthew softly. He had his black hair up in a bun, and was wearing a purple turtleneck jumper. Matthew smiled in return.

“Nice to meet you.” he said, nodding. “You too.” Victor smiled, before pausing. “Wait, Luther…you mean-” “Yeah, yeah…I’m his brother.” Matt suddenly found the floor very interesting and proceeded to stare down at it. “Ah, right…sorry about your brother, mate. I hope he’s ok.” That was a surprise. Matthew looked back up, unsure what to say before finally managing a “...thank you.”

Eventually, an old lady appeared outside their compartment, sliding open the door. “Anything off the trolley, dears?” Ah. Here was that “lack of money” problem again. Matthew only had a couple of Galleons in his pocket, but Rowan and Victor were paying for things, and the chocolates there looked incredibly delicious. Matthew got up and decided to get something small. Didn’t want to go too far. On the other side, just by the opposite compartment, was a girl around Matt’s height with long black hair, who was negotiating with the trolley lady. “Oh, please! Just one freebie! I’m your best customer, like you said!” she pleaded. Matthew saw that she had bought a grand amount of chocolate, enough to last a normal person a week or two (though Matthew suspected he would get through it in a couple of days.)

The girl then noticed him. “Oh! Were you buying something?”

“S-Sorry, yeah, I just wanted a chocolate frog, um…”

“Why are you apologising?” she asked, looking at him quizzically. “Uh…um…” “Look, don’t worry, I’ll just…” the girl moved all her stuff over to his side of the carriage, dropping it in the compartment in the empty seat next to Matt’s. “I’ll go here, and you can get what you want! I’ll even share some with you!” “Th-that’s…” Matthew couldn’t force her to share her chocolate, but felt like he was holding up the trolley lady, so bought a chocolate frog and sat back down in the carriage.

“That’s all you’re getting?” Victor asked, innocently.

“I-I didn’t want to waste too much money…” Matthew sighed.

The girl looked at him, and proceeded to push several chocolate-looking items towards him. “It’s not a waste of money if you enjoy it, that’s what I say! I’m Ara. Ara Black.”

Rowan and Victor looked at each other, but Matthew, having no idea about what the Black family were, simply smiled. “N-Nice to meet you. My name’s Matthew. Matthew Luther.” “So you’re-” “His brother, yeah.” Matt nodded, opening his chocolate frog. “Hmm. Ptolemy.” Rowan’s eyes widened. “No way! That’s a really rare one! You must have amazing luck!” Matthew shrugged. Judging from how his life had panned out so far, it certainly didn’t seem that way to him.

But then something else occurred to him. He looked around, at three other kids his age, his friends, all of them enjoying chocolates together. Matt had been expecting to spend the entire trip in silence, being ignored, and sure, that probably wasn’t going to last, not with his luck, but right now, at least, things seemed to be going ok. So far, so good, Matthew thought, as he, Ara and Victor listened to Rowan explain just how much of a brilliant wizard Ptolmey was. Matthew found it fascinating, his stomachache now gone. Mostly.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #back to school challenge #matthew luther #rowan khanna #victor ketsueki #ara black #hphm fanfic

[binbincin]

A short Hanahaki AU piece of @piyangg HPHM OC Yang by yours truly. There may be a continuation, depends on my mood ehe ;D

Yang squeezes her eyes shut and squats down, unable to stand up. She laughs bitterly because of course, of course, nothing is going to turn out for her. She’s a Rubis, misfortune has followed her since the first day she’s entered the world and announced her existence with the shrill cries of an infant. Misfortune is in her blood, in her dreams, and in her relationships.

Her hysteric laughs quiet down as the telltale signs of an episode start creeping up her trachea. She claws at her throat, completely helpless to the knowledge of the suffering she’ll endure for the next few minutes—if she’s lucky—and the misery that will follow her doggedly throughout the rest of the day.

She looks up at the ceiling forlornly. Please, just this once.

Yang collapses onto her knees as she doubles over. She grits her teeth, trying to suppress the urge to cough. But she loses—she’s always losing, why can’t she win for once?—and retches. Yang’s hands clamp over her mouth quickly to muffle her cries and grab the petals before she could breathe them back in. Disgust, dread, and fear settles in her stomach as she examines the flower, slick with bright blood, in her palm. She quickly discards it when her hackles rise once again.

As she continues to pathetically cough into her hands, she distantly notes how her throat and her chest are in a perpetual state of agony. It’s cut up from the thorny vines she’s choking out. The smell of copper stings her nose. Unpleasant. She tries to breathe in, a minuscule expansion of her rib cage, and immediately a whine of pain escapes her due to the pain radiating from her lungs to her mouth.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. When had breathing ever hurt like this? It had been so simple before…before Merula.

On the floor, Yang shakily gathers, one petal, flower, and vine, at a time and drops it into the toilet bowl. Groaning, she shuts the lid and flushes but makes no move in getting up.

She’s so tired and so alone. How much longer does she have left? She has fully formed flowers now (she distinctly remembers the anxiety festering inside her the first time she coughs up bloodied petals), and she’s afraid to sleep at night aware that the flowers could clog her windpipe (she doesn’t want to suffocate) and she won’t be able to clear it out until it’s too late (always, always never enough and always a disappointment) and—

Yang hates crying, she loathes showing weakness. She’s raised to be strong and to be unyielding but in moments like these in the silent and lonesome bathroom, she allows herself the luxury of falling apart. She breaks and something inside her cracks. Her animosity and despair let loose in the tears that flow down her face.

She sniffles and chuckles bitterly. If only she hadn’t fallen in love…

#hphm fanfic

[hphmseojunglee]

‘deed i do [2/4]

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“Alright. I’ll do it.”

Five sets of eyes whip towards you. It’s the middle of breakfast on Wednesday morning. They’ve not said anything about Tonk’s idea last night, but you can tell that they are dying to know.

“You’re okay with it?” Penny’s blue eyes shine with anticipation and excitement. She spoke earlier about how tired she was of being approached. Luckily, since she started telling people that she was going with someone else, less brave souls tried. However, there were some older students with massive egos who thought they could change the Hufflepuff’s mind with chocolate or flowers. As you well know, some men believe the world revolves around them.

You nod. “I’m in.”

Tonks rubs their hands together. “Excellent! Now, we have to get your story straight.”

“There’s nothing straight about this story,” you mumble quietly into your tea.

Only Penny hears. She snorts and slaps you lightly on the thigh. “Shut up.”

Rowan picks up where Tonks left off. “Right. When did you two start dating?”

“I think last year would be good. You wanted to keep it a secret in the beginning, as a new relationship.” Chiara suggests as she takes a bite of her toast. “You did spend a lot of time visiting Penny in the Hospital Wing after she got attacked by that Dementor, Seojung.”

“She’s right… you visited her more than I did, and that’s saying something.” Tonks rubs their chin. “And I walked in on you two sharing a cot more than once.”

“It wasn’t my idea! Penny hates hospitals. She asked me to sleep with her so she doesn’t get nightmares. Who was I to refuse?”

Skye rolls her eyes. “Married.”

You flick a crumb at her. “Shut up.”

“This is good. Okay, so you shacked up after P’s Dementor attack, and you’ve been dating in secret ever since. You’re not fond of PDA, which is why you haven’t kissed or anything. On your first anniversary, this year, you decided to be less secretive. But you aren’t about dramatic gestures, which is why you didn’t do some stupid public ask to the dance.” Tonks lists off the details. “Any objections?”

Everyone shakes their heads.

“Great. Next, speaking of PDA… do you want to step it up, or keep it as-is?”

“What do you mean, ‘keep it as-is’?” You are perplexed. What is Tonks talking about?

“You really have no idea?” They raise an incredulous eyebrow.

“No…what?”

Rowan answers kindly. “You guys are so touchy, it could be interpreted as dating.”

“What! No!” Surely Rowan is exaggerating. But as you look around the table, everyone else nods in agreement. Except Penny.

“Pens, is this true?”

She shrugs. “I don’t think so, but we’re in the minority.”

“Alright. Well, I think we should add stuff like hand-holding, maybe kissing on the cheek and head?” You feel your cheeks heat up as you talk about kissing, but you steamroll on and hide your face in your mug.

“I agree. What do you think of pet names?”

You love terms of endearment. Perhaps to an unhealthy extent. But you probably should say something more acceptable. “I think that would help with the illusion. I wouldn’t be opposed. I’m partial to terms like ‘darling’, ‘honey’, and ‘yeobo’. How ‘bout you?”

Penny is practically bouncing in her seat. “Oh, I adore pet names! I can use ‘babe’, ‘love’, and ‘dear’.”

“Penny can start coming to your Quidditch practices and you can start walking her to classes.” Chiara smiles. “Maybe you can even share a bed? That’ll be the quickest way to get the rumor mill running.”

You nod, looking over at Penny. This is fine. You went as friends to the Celestial Ball and had a great time. The added “dating” things aren’t really a departure from how you two normally act. At least you don’t have to kiss her. Because if you had to kiss her, things would get really messy, really fast.

“Just make sure to cast some Muffling charms before you go to sleep. Jung snores.” Rowan scowls as she eats her oatmeal. “Loudly.”

“I do not! Chiara, back me up.”

The silver-haired girl shakes her head. “Sorry, Seojung. Rowan and I cast Silencing and Muffling charms every night on you after you fall asleep. Luckily, you turn in much earlier than the rest of us.”

Tonks scoffs. “You’re such an old man.”

“I’m going to un-seam all of your robes again, Tonks.”

They stick out their tongue and return to their steaming stack of pancakes.

“I’ll be the judge of whether or not Jung snores badly.” Penny smiles brightly, much too cheerfully, considering the time of day. “I’m sure it’s not bad!”

“Perfect! May Operation Swandive commence!” Tonks whoops and raises her goblet.

“Operation Swandive? What the hell, Tonks?”

They shrug. “What? Swans mate for life.”

“Fine.” You roll your eyes at Tonks’ shenanigans. “So, girlfriends?” You stick out your hand to Penny.

Skye groans. “A handshake? Come on, at least hug her, you dork.”

“Oh. Right.” Opening your arms, you smile in what you hope is a comforting way. It seems to work. Penny practically jumps into your arms like she always does. And just like yesterday in the Common Room, she pecks your cheek.

You make a mental note to talk to Penny about PDA and new boundaries later. You’re not sure what she’s comfortable with. For the moment, you follow her lead, playing the loving girlfriend and twisting Penny’s body so that her legs are resting on yours perpendicularly. Chiara asks you a question about Muggle jazz musicians, and you’re lost in the world of Ella Fitzgerald, Blossom Dearie, Sarah Vaughan, Keely Smith, and Billie Holiday. Otherwise, you would have noticed Tonks smirking at Penny, who is staring at you dreamily.

Before you know it, breakfast is over. The six of you pack up and head over to the Greenhouses.

You offer to carry Penny’s books the way there. Skye and Tonks make kissy noises behind the both of you, Rowan sighs, and Chiara giggles.

“Don’t make me hex you, Tonks.”

“Just focus on being a good girlfriend, Jung!”

—

When you and your friends arrive at Greenhouse 3 for Herbology, Penny thanks you for carrying her books with a sweet peck on the cheek. “Thanks, babe!”

“It’s my pleasure, honey.”

It has the intended effect. Instantly, all of your classmates, fellow Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, shut up and stare. You find Barnaby and Liz among the group. They’re both smiling. Liz gives you a double thumbs-up and mouths “Congrats”, throwing in a wink.

You ignore the many pairs of eyes drilling holes into your back as you arrive at your desk and set up the class supplies. No doubt there are a few boys who are insulted by the fact that they got turned away in favor of a girl. And many more students who would kill to be in your shoes.

Even if the circumstances are unconventional, you’re glad to be where you are. The fact that you are means that Penny trusts you very much. And the thought of Penny’s deep trust makes you smile.

Tonks huffs out a sigh as they stare at their leather gauntlets. “So, how are you going to save the Ball from being an awful clanger?”

“I have no idea how I’m going to try and change Pince’s mind.”

“Sounds like the first thing you need is an excuse to talk to her about the dance.”

“Yeah…” Your brainstorming is interrupted by Professor Sprout’s arrival. She bustles into the Greenhouse with an excited gleam in her eye.

“Good morning everyone, it’s time to begin today’s instruction. As you know, Professor Dumbledore announced the Valentine’s Day Ball yesterday. To help with the joyous occasion, I thought it would be helpful to grow flowers as decorations for the event!” Her wand seems to jump from a pocket on her coat into her hand.

“As some of you may recall, on Valentine’s Day in the past we used the Herbivicus Charm to grow roses. This year, however, we’ll be adapting the charm to grow this romantic bloom again as a bouquet.”

The instruction is pretty short, considering it is basically a review. Sprout teaches the spell and the wand movement within half an hour.

“Now, you try.”

Up and down the long tables, you can hear students attempting the spell. Penny attempts it before you do. The pot in front of her blooms into several pretty roses.

“Nice one, Pens!” You raise your hand for a high-five. She beams and gives you one.

“You should try next!”

“Alright. Herbivicus Duo!” Green light shoots from your wand. Not only does the pot sitting in front of you bloom, but the extra pots behind it bloom as well.

“Look at these! So lush and vivid! Filled with color, life, and romantic possibility! Well done, Miss Lee, five points to Hufflepuff. I believe these are the best in the class.”

You feel your face heat up again at the praise. “Thank you, Professor Sprout.”

Penny leans on your side and kisses you on the cheek in congratulations. That definitely doesn’t help with your blushing, but you find yourself wanting more. Before you can daydream about sappy things, Professor Sprout turns to the rest of the class.

“We should keep going. I’m sure Madam Pince will want to fill the room with flowers for the ball!”

Tonks smirks, charming another pot. “I’m not. Flowers can get messy, and that’s something I can’t see Pince appreciating!”

“But surely she’ll want a romantic mood. And what’s more romantic than lush bouquets of roses?” Trust Penny to be the sweet optimist. You want to give her a hug, but a thought pops into your mind, stopping you.

“Hold on…that’s it.” You address Professor Sprout. “Professor, Perhaps I should bring this bouquet to Madam Pince for approval?”

The head of Hufflepuff claps her hands. “Grand idea! Do so at your first opportunity!”

“Looks like you’ve got your chance to talk to Pince. Which means you’ll be the power couple at the Ball before you know it.” Skye joins the conversation and winks at both you and Penny.

“Only if I can turn Madam Pince around on the dance details.”

Sprout’s voice rings out on the other side of the Greenhouse. “Well done, everyone! Class dismissed. And have a happy Valentine’s Day, dears.”

As your classmates pack up and file out the door, they throw you and Penny a varying array of looks. Happy, envious, disapproving, supportive—they’re all there. Chiara’s suggestion seems to work perfectly.

You sling your satchel over your shoulder and address your friends. “I’d better get going, see you guys later. It’s time to confront Pince and maybe even get to help plan the Ball.”

Penny slides her hand into yours. “I’ll join you. Come on, Jung. We’ve a ball to save!”

Sure, you look a little stupid, holding a bouquet of roses with one hand and Penny’s hand with the other. But you don’t care. Penny’s hand fits perfectly in yours. All too quickly, you arrive at the Library. Reluctantly, you break contact with your best friend and go find the Librarian—you both figured going alone would be best. She’s at her desk, holding a rather large stamp and looking at a long list.

“Excuse me, Madam Pince. Professor Sprout asked me to bring—”

“Shh! Lower your voice, please.” Without looking up, she carefully presses the stamp down on a card.

“Sorry, Madam Pince.” You internally roll your eyes. Your voice wasn’t even that loud!

As she puts the stamp down and finally looks up, she speaks again. It seems you’ve caught her in one of her bad moods. Her eyebrows are turned down spectacularly low. “Miss Lee, you should know that plants in the library are prohibited. You will need to leave immediately.”

“Actually, the flowers are the reason I came to speak with you. Professor Sprout hoped you’d like to decorate the Great Hall with them for the Valentine’s Day Ball.”

Madam Pince’s forehead wrinkles lessen imperceptibly. “I didn’t realize she went through the trouble… But flowers only remind one of what they don’t have on a holiday, and this dance isn’t meant to make anyone feel more alone.”

“Why would flowers make anyone feel alone on Valentine’s Day?”

“Nevermind about that. It’s not my way to discuss such matters with students.” Immersing herself back in her bookkeeping, she attempts to dismiss you. Unfortunately for her, you’re incredibly stubborn and don’t care about

“It’s just- this ball is meant to be a celebration. And there are some concerns amongst students that…”

“Yes?” She looks up sharply.

“Well, that perhaps you might not have the same vision in mind for the ball as the students do.”

“Perhaps you’d like to enlighten me about the type of ball ‘the students’ would like to see.”

“With pleasure.”

You tell her what your friends have said. With every sentence, her mouth gets thinner, rivaling Professor McGonagall’s.

“So your classmates would like a loud, sugar-fuelled night of happy connections with your dates and friends. Bathed in flowers and bright lights, even. Is there anything else you can think of? Perhaps one more request?”

You probably shouldn’t push it, but you cheekily do anyway. “Certainly Butterbeer should be present. And then the night you just described sounds perfect.”

“There will be no floral arrangements at this dance. No sugary refreshments either, and the only sounds I want to hear that evening is a lonely classical Fortepiano.”

That sounds absolutely miserable, but you’re smart enough to not say that to Madam Pince’s face.

“As much as I love books, I don’t intend to force storybook romance on myself or others. No matter how much we all might want to believe in it.”

“But, Madam Pince—”

“No buts. Professor Dumbledore hand-picked me for this responsibility and asked me to do as I see fit. If you have issues with how I’m planning the event, I suggest you take it up with him.”

You sigh in disappointment, but nod quietly and walk away. Clearly, you have someone else to speak to. Heading back to Penny, you fill her in on what the Librarian told you.

“I better go see the Headmaster, because if I don’t, there might not be a Ball worth attending.”

“But first, we have Charms with Flitwick.”

There is no instruction during Charms. Everyone is so excited about the upcoming dance that no one is able to focus on the topic at hand. So Flitwick calls it a free period. You ask him to send a message to Professor Dumbledore. You need an appointment.

“Professor Dumbledore will be happy to meet with you. The password is Chocolate Frog. And, Miss Lee?”

“Yes?”

He smiles. “Good luck.”

—

After class, you and Penny walk together to the Headmaster’s office.

“I’ll wait out here. You’ve got this, babe.”

You’re pretty confident that Professor Dumbledore will be on your side. As you walk up the circular staircase, you run over your lines. At the top of the staircase, there is a large wooden door. Knocking thrice, you wait for an answer.

“Enter.”

The door silently moves without your doing, revealing Professor Dumbledore at his desk. He stands as you enter the expansive office.

“Professor Dumbledore, thank you for seeing me. It’s about Madam Pince and the Valentine’s Day Ball.”

“I trust that you and your friends are excited for the event?” There’s a twinkle in his eye as he gestures for you to sit down in a comfy chair. He takes the one across from you.

“It’s all anyone can talk about. And we’re especially excited to spend time connecting with friends, and about the prospect of choosing who to take to the ball. But I’m worried Madam Pince’s plans for the event are a bit…rigid.”

“You are not the first student to tell me that Madam Pince is set in her ways. It often serves her well.”

“Perhaps not this time. I’m not sure the students will appreciate the event she’s planning.”

Professor Dumbledore smiles and inclines his head. “What has Madam Pince planned for the ball that has you so worried?”

“No roses, no lights, no sweets, and only soft, sad piano music. I just can’t understand why anyone would want a party like that!” In your passionate rant, you shake your head so hard that your glasses almost fly off.

“The party the students want certainly sounds festive. And Madam Pince may have different ideas for the ball… So perhaps a compromise can be reached.”

A compromise? You doubt that will happen. Madam Pince seems to be a very stubborn and convicted person, much like yourself. You put your head in your hands. “I don’t know about that. Madam Pince said flowers would make people feel lonely. Who doesn’t love flowers on Valentine’s Day? And she doesn’t want to quote-unquote, ‘force storybook romance on people, even if they want to believe in it’. It doesn't even make sense. How can I reason with logic like that?”

Dumbledore smiles, steepling his hands in front of him. “It sounds like Madam Pince shared more with you than you realize. Sometimes listening to what someone is really saying requires more than using one’s ears. Perhaps you should listen with your heart. Do that, and I think you’ll find the answers you seek.”

“If you think that will help, I’ll try again.” Internally, you don’t think it will help, but maybe Madam Pince has more respect for the Headmaster than she does of you.

He rubs his chin. “Perhaps it would help to share why you care so much about this Ball.”

“We need something positive and celebratory. It would be nice to have something nice lift us up.”

“I’m happy to know there is a student who cares enough about this ball to ensure its success. Just listen with your heart and consider another way… and you and your friends will have a Ball to remember.”

“Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. With your advice, perhaps I can still save this ball.”

“And you may yet show Madam Pince the true spirit of the day we will be celebrating. Have a good day, Miss Lee.” Dumbledore stands and runs a hand over Fawkes’ head. It’s a clear dismissal, so you thank him quickly and make your way to the door.

As you walk back down the circular staircase, you mull over Professor Dumbledore’s suggestion. Time to call in reinforcements. Starting with the most optimistic witch in the entire school, Penny Haywood.

Luckily, Penny is still at the foot of the stairs, like she promised.

“How did it go?” She loops an arm around yours as you make your way back to the Library.

“I’m… not sure. I tried talking to Dumbledore about Madam Pince’s plans for the event, and he suggested I listen to her with my heart rather than my head. I don’t do that!”

“I know, love. But if the advice came from Dumbledore, it’s sure to help us solve our Pince predicament.”

You chuckle at the alliteration as the both of you cross over the threshold to the Library.

“I think so, too. But to really listen, first we need to get her to talk to me again. How are we going to do that?”

“Shhh!” Speak of the devil. The Librarian appears seemingly out of nowhere.

“Sorry, Madam Pince. Penny and I were hoping to talk to you about the Valentine’s Day Ball?”

“Not this again. I told you, everything is under control. And it’s frankly insulting that you continue to stick your nose in matters that the Headmaster put me in charge of.”

Your immediate instinct is to snap back. However, you remember the conversation you just had with Professor Dumbledore. Taking a calming breath, you swallow your annoyance and try a different tack.

“You’re right. Professor Dumbledore assured me that you want to make this a wonderful event. But he also thought we should try and collaborate with you in an effort to make it a grand ball for all.”

That stops her ire. “Well, if the Headmaster took the time to suggest it…”

“I think Penny and I would be able to help if we understood why you want the ball to be so simple.”

“I simply don’t want to create a storybook version of romance at this dance. Such fairy tales don’t end happily. In fact, they can leave one feeling more on the outside than ever. I don’t want anyone feeling excluded or lonely.”

“No one will be lonely, Madam Pince.”

Penny agrees with you. “Valentine’s Day is about connections of all kinds, including friendship!”

You give her a lopsided smile as the warmth in your chest grows stronger. You love Penny so much. She’s simply too good for this world.

“It’s simply a matter of controlling expectations and avoiding disappointment. Some people may feel out-of-place at a romantic event where they aren’t with someone they care about.” Madam Pince’s voice shakes you out of your thoughts.

You and Penny share a look. There it is: the crux of the situation. Before you can say anything, she speaks again.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a serious matter to attend to. Good day, Miss Lee, Miss Haywood.”

With a curt nod, Madam Pince turns and walks away, leaving you and Penny to think about the conversation.

“Well, Jung, I think we both listened with our hearts.”

“Mine says Madam Pince might be lonely and doesn’t want anyone else to feel like that, either.”

“It’s understandable. Being with someone who makes your heart feel as warm as a freshly brewed potion, well, that’s what Valentine’s Day is all about. And, truth is, you make my heart feel like that, Seojung.”

“That’s really sweet, Penny.” You open your arms and raise an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?”

She barrels into your arms without a second thought. You’re much less likely to initiate contact than she is, so she takes full advantage of every opportunity she is given when you do take the first step.

“You definitely need to sort out this Valentine’s Day Ball business first or there won’t be a ball worth going to.”

“Out! Out!” All of a sudden, Filch’s rough tenor can be heard near the entrance. A poor first-year Gryffindor scurries out the door with his proverbial tail between his legs, sufficiently scolded for eating in the Library.

“Oh, Madam Pince! Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to cause a ruckus in your library.”

“It’s quite all right, Mr. Filch. I’m sure you were taking care of a disturbance so I wouldn’t have to. Such a gentleman. I actually wanted to thank you for helping me with the dance preparations.”

“Why, of course, Madam Pince!”

You can’t believe your eyes. Madam Pince is actually smiling. At Mr. Filch, no less. It’s an unlikely pairing, but the more you think about it, the more you can see how it works. They both like rules and the simpler side of life. They seem to enjoy scolding students and handing out punishments. Both are fiercely protective of the things they love. Yes, Filch and Pince.

“Look at that. Perhaps Beauty isn’t the only one who can tame the Beast. Pince can, too!” Penny winks at you.

“Wait, that’s it, Pens! We need to make Madam Pince believe in fairy tales again, and show her the true meaning of Valentine’s Day by cheering her up with her own valentine!”

“Oh, how adorable! That’s brilliant, babe!” You resist the urge to kiss her, right there in the library.

“If I can make the two connect, then maybe Madam Pince will finally listen to our ideas about the ball.”

“You’ve got to get Mr. Filch’s attention if you want to talk to them. And to do that, you might need to get in trouble. Not that you have a hard time with that.”

“Hey!” You push her gently.

“You know I’m right.” Her bright blue eyes glimmer with amusement. You can’t bring yourself to disagree, because it’s true. Penny is usually right. That’s just how life is.

“Alright, fine. But there’s someone who knows better-Merula.”

“She’s in Astronomy with me. I’ll let her know you want to chat in the Courtyard, if that’s okay.”

You nod in agreement. “Hey, if you want to ask her, I won’t complain. Thanks, Pens.”

“Meet me in the Common Room later?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll get some studying done here first.”

“Catch you later, Hero.”

With a light peck on the cheek and an easy smile, Penny is gone.

You mean to do your History of Magic assignment, you really do. But you can’t stop thinking about Penny and her casual touches. It’s driving you insane. You’re surprised you’ve managed to hold it together this long. If you two are going to share a bed tonight, you might just die right there.

Someone snaps their fingers under your nose. It’s Rowan, who looks quite concerned.

“Oh, hey Row. What’s up?”

Your best friend rolls her eyes. “Don’t even bother trying. You’re a horrible actor. I tried calling your name five times! What’s biting you?”

This time, you smile and chuckle at Rowan’s attempt to use an American phrase. “That’s ‘eating at you’, but… I think you know.”

“Penny?”

“Penny.”

She takes out her schoolbooks and cracks open her Potions textbook. “How are you doing with that?”

“I wish it was real.” The words fall out of your mouth before you can stop them at your teeth. You pause. “I love her. A lot.”

Rowan pushes her glasses up her nose. “Have you considered telling her?”

“Yeah… I’m worried how she’ll react. What if she doesn’t want to be friends anymore?”

The dark-haired girl snorts. “As if Penny Haywood would ever do that to you. You don’t have to worry about her cutting off your guys’ friendship.” She lays a hand on your forearm. “For what it’s worth, I think you should ask her to the ball as actual dates. Let her know how you feel, for real.”

You nod slowly. You’ve known Rowan even longer than you’ve known Penny, and you know she wouldn’t lead you wrong on purpose. She knows both you and Penny very well. “Thanks, Rowan. I’ll think about it. If the Ball preparations go right, maybe.” Pulling out your silver pocketwatch, you pop open the cover and look at the time. “I’ve got to go. I need to go convince Merula to help me get Filch’s attention.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Tell me about it over dinner?”

“You bet. See you, Row.”

—

“All right, Lee, what do you want? Haywood said it was urgent.” Merula stands near the fountain with her arms crossed, not caring that you can barely catch your breath.

You roll your eyes and clutch at your sides. Running was not your strong suit. You need to work out more often.

“I need your help getting Filch’s attention so that I can cheer up Madam Pince and save the Ball.”

The Slytherin raises an incredulous eyebrow. “I’m not sure I understand why one grump helping another grump plan a ball is even remotely a good idea.”

“I just saw them in the Library earlier. The two of them looked happy talking to each other. She seems to want to believe in storybook romance. So perhaps Filch could be Madam Pince’s valentine? I’m hoping I can get Filch to think my ideas are the same as Pince’s, then the ball might be a success.”

“That’s quite the nefarious plan, Lee. All right, I’m in. And I want this Ball to be a good time. What if… we did something to Mrs. Norris? That’s sure to get him to react.”

“That’s a good idea! What’s something easily reversible?”

She sniffs. “That’s easy. Colovaria.”

You take a second to think about it. “I like it. You’re really on a roll today.”

“It’s a brilliant idea. I’m the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts, and I have the best ideas. You wish you had thought of it.”

You don’t bother to respond to her preening. It’s incorrect. Obviously, McGonagall is the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts. Instead, you change the subject.

“So, why are you so invested in helping Pince?”

“Because I don’t want the Ball to be a bore. You heard her plans.” She rolls her eyes. “Still, Pince and Filch. What a strange couple.”

“It might be strange, but they’ll get no judgment from me.”

“Suppose we could be an even odder couple if we were to show up together. Of course, you’d be the odd one. The Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts isn’t odd. She’s awesome.”

You sigh. “Honestly, Merula, I’m still not over all the abuse you gave us the first few years we were at Hogwarts. I’d barely even call us on good terms. You still have a lot to make up for. So even if I was available, I wouldn’t want to go with you. But I’m going with Penny, so I’m not available anyway.”

She nods, looking like she sucked on a bad lemon. “You know what? Forget I said anything.”

“Done.” You shrug. “Okay, I need to get Filch to see things our way. Oh, there’s Filch and Mrs. Norris now.”

Merula turns to where your head is tilted towards. She pulls out her wand and grins devilishly. “Ready?” At your nod, she fires off an enthusiastic Colovaria! at the Maine Coon.

It’s a little concerning how much pleasure Merula is deriving from this, but you have more pressing matters. Mrs. Norris turns a bright neon pink and yowls indignantly.

“Gamey goblin bogies! Who’s responsible for this?!” He looks around, making eye contact with you. “Lee! You’re coming with me!”

“Looks like you got his attention. Now, let’s see what you do with it. Good luck, Lee.”

You roll your eyes as you walk away. “Thanks, Merula.”

—

Upon opening the door to Filch’s office, he explodes on you.

“How dare you do such a nasty prank to a poor, sweet, innocent creature like Mrs. Norris!”

Sweet? Innocent? You barely hold back a scoff. Mrs. Norris is anything but.

“The next words out of your mouth better be an apology, Ms. Lee.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Filch.”

“Not to me, to Mrs. Norris!” The caretaker growls, spittle flying from his mouth.

“Oh! Sorry, Mrs. Norris.”

You take out your wand and reverse the spell.

“Why would you do this to a magnificent creature like Mrs. Norris?”

“It was for the ball. Speaking of which, I was really hoping to talk to you about the Valentine’s Day Ball, Mr. Filch.”

That certainly gets his attention. A brief look of worry crosses his face. “Why? Has Madam Pince said something? Is she upset with how I’ve been stacking the chairs?”

“Not…exactly. But you really do care about what she thinks, right?”

“No! I’m just helping set up the ball for Madam Pince as she has enough on her plate.”

“Oh, because I happen to know that Madam Pince is looking for more help. Someone to discuss her ideas and truly collaborate with her.”

“Is that so?” Filch takes Mrs. Norris into his arms and starts stroking her head.

“I thought perhaps you might want to be the one to talk to her about the ball?”

“What, no! How could I help? I don’t know anything about planning dances!”

Mr. Filch unwittingly opens the door for your persuasion. “Actually, I happen to know some of the things Madam Pince wants to see for the Ball.”

“You do? Might be useful for our next event planning meeting later today…”

“It certainly would. Perhaps I could help you get organized for your meeting?”

“All right, you can help me. But no funny business!”

With a few white lies and half-truths, you fill Mr. Filch in on what “Madam Pince” would like to see at the Valentine’s Day Ball.

“So Madam Pince wants sophisticated refreshments and refined music and elegant flowers.”

“Yes, and she also wants the party to be fun. But something people of all ages will enjoy. I think she really needs a peer she respects to confirm all of these notions. So perhaps you could tell her you like those things, too?” You give him your sweetest smile.

“But I don’t like those things!”

“Are you sure, Mr. Filch? Because Madam Pince sure does. In fact, I think she really wants to believe that the night could be romantic and special for everyone, but is afraid that people who don’t have someone special in their life might not enjoy it as much.”

He shakes his head quickly. “I wouldn’t want such a marvelous woman as Madam Pince to feel she isn’t getting the ball she wants. And I suppose those things might suit a dance like this.”

“It seems Madam Pince wants this night to be like a storybook romantic ball right out of a fairy tale! Perhaps you should dress the part when you go to the meeting? To show you truly understand her vision.”

“Dress the part? I wouldn’t even know how! I’m not magical like Madam Pince, I’m just Squib.” He spits the last part out like it’s a terrible affliction. Part of you feel bad for him, surrounded by such wondrous magic and unable to partake in it.

“I bet Madam Pince likes you just the way you are, Mr. Filch. Magical or not. But, if it would make you feel better, I know someone who could give you a makeover!”

“A what?! Out of the question. You kids and your new-fangled ideas…”

You ignore him and continue. “Looking your best is always a good idea. Sprucing yourself up will feel great! And Madam Pince might like it, too.”

“Well, let’s be quick about it! I’ve still got other duties to attend to.”

—

“Andre, I need a favor…” You poke your head into the Transfiguration classroom.

“This better be good, Seojung, I’m already busy enough making outfits for the Ball!” Andre Egwu, the most stylish person you know at Hogwarts, is currently surrounded by random patterns and many manikins.

“Trust me, the Ball won’t be worth your effort unless we get your help right now.” You step fully into the classroom, Mr. Filch right behind.

“Excuse me? It will be a proper event, with or without your contribution, Miss Lee. Remember we’re here to help Madam Pince achieve her vision for a romantic ball and for nothing else.” Mr. Filch snaps at you.

Andre’s confusion is clear on his face. “Her vision? I thought that Pince’s boring ball ideas were the problem in the first place.” Oh, Andre. You want to clap a hand across his mouth, but it’s too late.

Filch glares at you. “Boring?! What is he going on about?”

“Andre, Mr. Filch is going to help Madam Pince have a storybook Valentine’s Ball just like we all want. I was just explaining she wants fun and lights and romance, she’s just having trouble seeing that. But as she seems to very much respect Mr. Filch, he’s agreed to talk to her about it.”

His eyes clear up. “Now I understand what we’re after. That’s proper brillant, Jung. So how can I help?”

“Well, any romantic storybook Valentine’s Day features a dashing, well-dressed suitor for the ball’s host…”

“I see. So we’re thinking a full makeover?” He scans Filch from head to toe, gears already spinning in his head.

“There’s that ridiculous word again! I never agreed to anything of the sort.”

You grin and pull the Madam Pince card again. “Remember you’re giving your colleague a happy Valentine’s Day!”

“We all really want this to be a magical night, Mr. Filch, and you can reflect that with how you dress.” Andre pipes up, waving at the many half-finished project scattered around the room.

Mrs. Norris meows languidly and stretches at Mr. Filch’s feet. For once, she is at ease.

“See? Even Mrs. Norris agrees!”

“All right. I’ll let you try your hand at it, but I don’t want anything too frilly. Or colorful. Or uncomfortable.”

You step back and watch as Andre takes Filch’s measurements and quickly throws together a formal, ball-worthy outfit for the custodian. Before long, Mr. Filch is behind the partition, trying on the clothes. When he steps out, it’s like there a whole new person has replaced the man you know.

Mr. Filch is wearing a handsome pinstriped three-piece suit, complete with the long tuxedo tails, spats, and a tophat. All he needs is a cane, and he could be the front man for a tap show.

“I cannot believe what I’m seeing…” Andre’s jaw hangs open.

“It’s horrible, isn’t it?!?”

“No, you look quite handsome, Mr. Filch. The question is, will Madam Pince like it?”

The fashion whiz regains his footing and collects himself. “I believe she will. If it weren’t for Filch’s scowl I’d almost mistake him for a gentleman.” You wince at the dig. Andre seems to really want to piss Filch off. Thankfully, Mr. Filch is too busy looking at his boutonniere to hear him.

Mrs. Norris comes out from behind the partition as well. She is dressed in a matching bowtie, cuffs, and tophat. You think she looks adorable, for once. Andre is a genius.

“So, do you feel ready for your meeting with Madam Pince, Mr. Filch?”

“Wait a second, my tie is crooked…” As the Caretaker fiddles with his bowtie, you turn to Andre.

“Thank you for helping me. The ball wouldn’t be the same without your stylish eye for clothes.”

“Oh, please say more. It was my pleasure, Curse-Breaker. Good luck with Pince.” With an impish wink, he returns to his work.

“We’d better get a move on, Miss Lee. Can't keep Madam Pince waiting, now can we?”

You agree and together head out. The Library is a short jaunt up a few flights of stairs. Unfortunately, Madam Pince is nowhere to be found. You scan the aisles and find a familiar face.

“Hey, Talbott. How’re you?”

Tallbott Winger gives you a small smile. He’s reading a thick textbook in another language you can’t understand. “Fine, I suppose. And you?”

“On a mission. Have you seen Pince?”

“Madam Pince is putting jinxes on some of the new books.”

Mr. Filch suddenly comes up next to you and Talbott. “Here to cause trouble, Mr. Winger? I bet you are!”

“Keep your voice down, Mr. Filch. Madam Pince wouldn’t want us to disturb the quiet of the library.”

“Fine, but only because Madam Pince wouldn’t appreciate it.” Mr. Filch looks down at his outfit again. “I can’t believe you convinced me to wear this ridiculous outfit.”

“You look handsome, Mr. Filch, not ridiculous. Just as I said before.”

It seems that Mr. Filch is unable to take compliments. His face twists into a scowl. “Bah! I’m going to go find Madam Pince.” With a swish of his coattails, he walks to the Forbidden section of the library.

Talbott raises his eyebrows as he watches Filch leave. “I’ve heard you’re trying to save the Valentine’s Day Ball.”

“Yep. I’ve enlisted Mr. Filch to help persuade Madam Pince to make it a lot more fun. And maybe even be her valentine.”

“I’d like to help.”

You have a double take, looking quizzically at the introverted Ravenclaw. It seems rather unlike him to care about this sort of thing. “Really? I didn’t realize you were interested in the Ball.”

“A lot of things you don’t know about me, Lee. But it would be worth it if you were there. I wasn’t planning on seeing you here, but now that I have, I want to ask you to the Ball.”

“That’s really kind of you, Talbott… I’m already going with Penny, sorry.” It doesn’t surprise you that Talbott hasn’t heard the gossip flying around the castle. He keeps to himself very well. A small part of you hopes he’s okay with it, because he’s close friends with Penny. Not that you’re looking for validation.

The quiet boy takes it in stride. He nods slightly and gives his signature quirk of his lips. “That’s all right. You two make a great couple! And don’t worry, I’d still like to help. First, you definitely need to talk to Pince and save the dance. Now we really need to make sure it’s a great night.”

“Thanks, Talbott. Speak of the devil…” You both fall silent as Mr. Filch and Madam Pince near you. That way, they couldn’t possibly lecture you. But, as it turns out, they wouldn’t have heard you anyway. They are in the midst of a conversation of their own.

“My, you’re looking quite dapper, Argus.”

“Thank you, Irma. I was hoping to try something different today…though I’m now worried I look like a Hippogriff’s behind.”

“Nothing of the sort. I think it looks very nice. And I won’t hear anything different.” Madam Pince smiles elegantly at Mr. Filch. It shapes her face quite nicely, turning her into a different woman. But just as quickly as it came, the smile drops at the sight of you.

“I see you’re back, Miss Lee. This time with Mr. Winger, it seems. Can I ask why?”

You turn to the caretaker. “I’ll let Mr. Filch fill you in.”

“Miss Lee here was helping me get organized for our meeting.”

Madam Pince nods. “Very well. Let’s start our meeting, then.”

And so the meeting happens. You, Mr. Filch, and Talbott outline your suggestions. Finally, Mr. Filch does what you asked him.

“I think your Valentine’s Day Ball vision would be even better with tasteful sweet refreshments, smart music, and beautiful flowers fit for a woman such as yourself, Madam Pince.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Mr. Filch… it’s all a bit much.”

You quickly speak up. “Madam Pince, you should know that Mr. Filch worked really hard to come up with ideas that fit your vision. We talked about string music to liven up the mood but keep it classy, delicious treats and tasteful, red flowers. Mr. Filch has your best interests at heart, Madam Pince.”

Talbott pipes in. “And isn’t that what Valentine’s Day is about: heart?”

You continue. “We just want to make sure that you and Mr. Filch get the Valentine’s Day Ball you both want.”

“Me and… Mr. Filch?” Your words seem to have an effect on the librarian.

The caretaker removes his tophat and worries the brim with both hands. “Well, not- I don’t mean to presume or nothin’… but, well, you deserve a fairy tale ball, Madam Pince. Something right out of one of the story books you have here in the Library, even.”

“And Mr. Filch will be right by your side making sure everything turns out just as you like!” You use your best Penny smile to inject as much optimism as you can into your words.

“He will?”

Talbott nods sagely. “He will.”

“Well… yes, it would be my honor, Madam Pince… If you’ll have me, that is.” Mr. Filch bows his head slightly.

“I suppose I may have been a little too utilitarian with the festivities. Adding some tasteful flair may be in order. What Mr. Filch has described sounds simply wonderful. Magical, even, like a fairy tale, just as he said. Perhaps people of all types can enjoy connecting on Valentine’s Day, after all.”

“I wholeheartedly agree, Madam Pince.” Yes! Success. You did it!

Talbott smiled. “I agree, too.”

“The only problem is that now there’s so much to prepare with these new ideas!” There is a new light in Madam Pince’s eyes as she considers the new tasks.

Thankfully, Mr. Filch rises to the opportunity. He pledges his assistance. “Don’t worry, Madam Pince, I’ll help you.”

“Talbott and I can help too! And our friends, of course.”

“All right, Miss Lee, get your friends together to help. We’ve a romantic storybook ball to plan. Don’t forget that this should still be a classy sort of fun, even the music.” She sternly reminds you that she is still in control.

“Don’t worry, Madam Pince. I know just the person to talk to about romantic music.”

Bidding farewell to the Librarian, Mr. Filch, and Talbott, you make your way to the Hufflepuff Common Room. Talking with Chiara will have to wait for tomorrow. You have a study session with Penny to prepare for. You make a mental note to ask Chiara at dinner tonight or breakfast tomorrow.

Penny greets you with a big hug and another kiss on the cheek. She seems to like it as much as you do. “How did it go?” Grasping your hand earnestly, she steers you over to an empty table in the corner of the Common Room.

“Really good. I managed to change Pince’s mind with a little help from Filch. Andre gave him a makeover and everything. He cleans up well. How was Astronomy?”

“Utterly boring. I wish you were there.” She pouts. “Stuff isn’t fun if you’re not around.”

Penny always seems to know just what to say. That weird feeling in your chest grows again. Spending time with the blonde Hufflepuff is one of your favorite things to do.

You bump her shoulder with yours. “I missed you, too. And I really need help with my Potions essay.”

“I see how it is. You only talk to me for my brains.” Penny crosses her arm in faux-anger. Her fond smile gives it away.

“Not true! You also compliment me a lot.”

She shoves you in the shoulder. “The nerve!”

You grab one of her hands. “Seriously though. I’m glad you’re my friend. You’re important to me for much more than just homework. I promise, I’ll always be around.”

All your worries about saying the wrong thing are wiped away with Penny’s embrace. She smells like roses and patchouli, and the scent fills your lungs.

She cuddles close to you as she explains the potion Snape covered in lecture today. Her ability to break down complicated concepts into simple terms is what’s keeping your ass afloat in Potions.

With Penny’s help, you finish the essay for Potions and move onto the DADA one you started the day before. With renewed focus and the help of your best friend, you manage to scrape together the right words for that assignment as well. In exchange, you offer help with Transfiguration, Muggle Studies, and Charms.

You lose track of time, realizing that afternoon has turned into evening only when you glance out one of the windows.

“Damn, it’s night already?”

Penny laughs kindly. “Yes, we missed dinner. Are you hungry?”

Your stomach joins the conversation, growling like an old automobile.

“I guess that answers that. Come on.” She stands and offers a hand. “We can get something from the Kitchen.”

You’re thankful that the Hufflepuff Common Room is right next to the Kitchen. It makes getting midnight snacks easy.

Despite the late hour, the Kitchen is still thrumming with energy, its numerous hearths still roaring away. A house elf, Dory, approaches them. “Good evening, Misses. What can Dory do for you?”

“Good evening, Dory! Seojung and I missed dinner, we got caught up in our studies. We were wondering if there were any leftovers?”

Dory grins and pops away with a snap of her fingers. She reappears with a tray of steaming sandwiches and two covered bowls. You gratefully take the tray from the elf. “Thanks, Dory. We appreciate it.”

Dory curtsies. “Dory is happy to help. Enjoy!” She snaps her fingers again, leaving you and Penny alone.

“Come on.” Holding the tray carefully, so as not to spill the precious goods, you lead the way back to the Common Room.

Over the late but scrumptious meal, you chat about upcoming exams and the younger students Penny had to reprimand. You don’t envy her position at all. Being a Prefect seems too stressful for you.

Pretty soon, the other students retire to their beds. One by one, until it’s just you and Penny sitting in the quiet room.

You remember the note you gave yourself at breakfast. “Hey, Pens?”

“Hm?” Penny smiles in response to your nickname for her. It’s something only you alone are allowed to use. Tonks might call her Penne from time to time, but they usually just call her P.

“I wanted to ask about PDA and boundaries… and other stuff. Just making sure we’re on the same page.”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“How much PDA are you comfortable with? Anything that’s completely off-limits?”

She wrinkles her nose. “I hate when people snog in the hallways and in front of other people. Could they have a little more class? Definitely nothing like that will fly with me. But quick little kisses as greetings, I’m fine with.”

You nod, taking everything she says to heart. “I feel the same way. The sounds people make when sucking on each other’s faces make me sick. But I… really like when you kiss my cheek, so you can definitely do more of that.”

You don’t look at Penny as you speak, too embarrassed to make eye contact. Instead, you pick up a pen and spin it aimlessly. But Penny has other ideas. She reaches forward and gently cups your face, turning it so that you’re facing her. She leans closer, never once breaking eye contact.

“You promise me you’re telling the truth?”

“I promise.”

Her lips touch your cheek and linger there. When she pulls back, she searches your eyes for any pushback. “Is something like that okay?”

You feel your lips curl up before you can even tell them to move. “More than.”

The clock above the fireplace chimes, signaling the new hour, making you jump. It is ten o’clock, your bedtime. You stretch, hearing the bones in your neck and upper back pop and crackle. Your sitting posture is a bit poor. Okay, a lot poor.

As you pack up your schoolwork, you look over at Penny, who is doing the same. “Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?”

“Sure. I’ll get washed up and come over.” She yawns and raises her arms over her head, stretching her sides.

You give her a thumbs-up and go to your room, changing into pajamas and washing up in the bathroom. As you’re finishing up a diary entry, Penny comes into the room. She’s wearing a light blue t-shirt and light grey sweatpants, quite similar to your sleepwear. The only difference is that your top is dark blue.

“Look at us, two Hufflepuffs wearing Ravenclaw colors. A disgrace to the house.”

Penny snorts as she climbs under the covers and closes the curtains on her side. “It’s not our fault that blue is our favorite color. Though the Sorting Hat did consider putting me in Ravenclaw.”

“Same. But I wanted to be in Hufflepuff, because Jacob was in Hufflepuff. I felt like I had to prove that I could be in the same house as him and not turn out the same way.” You slip your glasses off and toss them lightly onto your bedside table, clicking off the lamp and closing the curtains. Casting a muffling charm, you turn back to the other girl. “My biggest fear is turning out like him.”

“You won’t. You have your friends to keep you from turning out that way. And you have me.” It’s dark now without the light from your nightstand, but you can hear the smile in Penny’s voice as she calmly encourages you.

“Thanks, Pens.” You’ll probably regret it later, but you pull her close so that her head is resting on your chest and shoulder. You cross your fingers and hope that she can’t hear how fast your betraying heart is currently thumping inside your ribcage.

She gives you a tiny kiss on your collarbone and snakes an arm around your waist. “Goodnight, Jung. Thanks for everything.”

Throwing caution into the wind. You lean forward and press your lips on the part of Penny’s forehead you can reach. Laying back, you feel the blonde’s breathing deepening and slowing down. Pretty soon, she’s out.

The constant weight on your right side is comforting, but you are hyperaware of the closeness. It makes your skin prickle. You tell yourself that it’s worth seeing Penny so happy.

But yeah. It’s going to be a long night.

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[galactic-hufflepuff28]

Starlight

!! Major year 6 spoilers and death tw !!

This is a fanfic i wrote for a challenge over on the hphm amino. Figured I'd post it here too 'cause why not lol

Basically the subject, setting, etc. of your story or art piece was completely randomized. The character i got was Merula and the genre i got was angst. Tbh despite never writing an angsty fic before, I'm kinda proud of this (also the Stella mentioned throughout the fic is my MC lol)

Also this is the first fanfic I'm posting online since I'm still very much an amateur at this 😬

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The air in the courtyard was calm.

{Alternate title: What if Rakepick had killed Stella instead of Rowan? (Merula's POV)}

It was pleasantly cool outside; the light breeze and sound of the fountain that Merula was sitting at only added to the tranquility.

Rays of starlight cascaded through the swirling clouds in the night sky. Suddenly, Merula felt something softly touch her hand. She looked over and saw the face of her partner, Stella Walker, smiling warmly at her. There was a slight vignette around the edge of Merula's vision, and everything around the two girls had a sort of blur to it. Despite this, Stella's figure was clear as ever. There was a gentle look in her soft, hazel eyes; the kind of gentleness one can only have when gazing at someone they truly love. Her rainbow-colored hair tendrils swayed lightly in the wind, and Merula noticed that Stella was wearing the same heart key necklace that she had given her on Valentine's Day. Merula felt a warmth rising in her chest as she smiled back.

"You know, you look really cute tonight, Merula!"

Stella's voice was as cheerful as ever.

"Ugh, Stell, you KNOW I hate being called 'cute'."

"It's true, though!"

"Yeah, yeah...Though, I suppose you look pretty adorable as well."

The two girls shared a laugh, then, moving closer to each other, went back to stargazing. There was a peaceful silence between them for several minutes, until Stella eventually spoke.

"...I love you, Merula."

Merula turned her gaze to meet Stella's. Seeing Stella's smile and blush made her heart skip a beat, and she could feel her face getting hot.

"I love you too, Stella."

Merula and Stella remained gazing at each other for another few moments before Stella began leaning in for a kiss. Merula instinctively closed her eyes and leaned in as well, but...

She felt nothing.

Confused, Merula opened her eyes. She was no longer in the courtyard. The Hufflepuff girl who had been sitting beside her was no longer there. Instead, Ben Copper and Rowan Khanna were lying on either side of Merula, who was now also on the ground. She quickly deduced that they had been attacked by something. Enormous, shadowy silhouettes of trees loomed ominously over the group. There was no more starlight; just a vast chasm of darkness. Suddenly, Ben stood up and ran determinedly toward another figure in front of them.

Rakepick.

At this point, Merula knew what was going on. She knew what was about to happen. She had been here before. Here in this forest, facing down the same enemy. She tried to get up as well, but she found that she couldn't. She was stuck in the same exact spot that she was in on that night. She tried desperately to move, practically begging her muscles to let her up. Nothing. She tried to scream. Nothing. She wanted so desperately to be able to change the outcome this time. Then, to Merula's horror, she heard Rakepick utter the same incantation she had on that night.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A flash of green shot from Rakepick's wand. It all happened so fast, yet it felt like hours. Stella burst out from the trees, sprinted over and pushed Ben out of the way of Rakepick's curse, getting hit by it herself and falling to the ground with a sickening thud.

At that moment, it felt as if Merula's heart had stopped as well.

Finding that she was able to move again, Merula shot up and sprinted over to Stella, falling to her knees beside the girl's body. Ben and Rowan joined her not long after. Rakepick was nowhere to be found.

"N-no...Nonononono..."

Merula shakily pulled Stella's body onto her lap; tears were pricking at her eyes. The Hufflepuff's eyes were dull and lifeless, and her mouth was limply hanging open. It all looked so morbidly unnatural. An immense feeling of nausea began to rise within Merula, though she tried her best to suppress it. Rowan was quietly sobbing to herself. Ben had a look of horror on his face and was tightly clasping his hands over his mouth, muttering something to himself almost inaudibly.

"Stella...p-pl-please..."

Merula hugged Stella's body and began sobbing herself. Everything was distorting more and more by the second, and though it was terrifying, Merula didn't care. The only thing she could focus on was Stella.

The girl who had given Merula a chance, despite all of the horrible things she had done.

She was gone now.

Forever.

Merula jolted awake. Her breathing was rushed and heavy. Her eyes darted around to each corner of her dorm room and each of her sleeping roommates. As she realized where she was, Merula's breathing slowly began to steady. She was still shaking and drenched in a cold sweat. She gave herself another few minutes to calm down. The forest, Rakepick, Stella's body...none of it was real. At least, not anymore. Finally, after a while, the thunderous anxiety that had wracked Merula's being had begun to wane. Not completely, but just enough.

A deep sadness dwelled in Merula's heart. It felt as if there was a void in her chest. She lied back down, but knew that sleeping wasn't an option anymore. She had run out of potions for dreamless sleep the night before, and didn't exactly want to risk going back into the nightmare she had just escaped from. Instead, she simply stared up ahead of her, not looking at anything in particular. Eventually, she rolled over on her side and quietly rooted through a drawer on her bedside table. After finding what she was looking for, she grabbed her wand and ducked under the covers.

"Lumos."

The whisper of the incantation and the small motion of her wand was just enough to illuminate the tip of her wand ever so slightly. It was bright enough for Merula to be able to see, but not enough to wake her sleeping roommates. Merula then took in her other hand what she had been looking for in the drawer: a photograph of herself and Stella. She gazed longingly at the photo. The figures within it were moving, of course, and when Stella gave Merula a kiss on the cheek in the photograph, Merula could swear that she felt it right there where she was.

A stream of tears began to fall from Merula's eyes again. After all, a moving photograph was nice, but it was nothing compared to the real person. Stella was gone, though, and no amount of tears, or moving photographs, or anything was going to bring her back. It was then that Merula decided that she was going to finish what Stella had started. She was going to find all of the Cursed Vaults and break the curses, even if it was the last thing she did.

All for Stella; the light of her life.

Her starlight.

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #hphm merula #hphm fanfic #hphm spoilers #spoiler warning #death tw

[ilovethemoon3]

PART 2 IS HERE :))) This is smut so TW to all my sex-repulsed friends 

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Blaise really hates those who take what’s his.

A few months into this teasing between him and Malfoy, he finally found out who Draco was sleeping with when he wasn’t in his bed.

During the holidays, they both enjoyed each other’s company without worrying about the presence of their roommates. Draco would often sleep in Blaise’s bed wearing nothing but his underwear, fully knowing that Blaise won’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

They didn’t bother with any silencing spells this time. Although none of the boys in the 8th year dorm had stayed back at Hogwarts, Blaise fantasized about having someone hear them. Draco’s moans are loud (he’s always been a screamer). The blond was under him, writhing under his touch. It made him want to go harder, faster. Until everyone knew that he belonged to him.

“I- Im cumming! I’m cumming! Harry!”

Harry?? Blaise stopped immediately while Draco climaxed. He’d turned soft. He just stared at the boy under him with an extraordinary amount of anger bubbling inside him.

He shouldn’t be mad. He should’ve known better. He never really told Draco that they’re exclusive, so why is he still angry? Why does it still hurt?

Draco finally looked back him, realizing what just happened. He opened his mouth then shut it again repeatedly. It was the first time Blaise ever found Draco speechless.

“Blaise, listen, I didn’t mean to-“

“Forget it.” He got off the bed and left to clear his mind in the shower. Nobody takes what’s his. Nobody touches what’s his. Especially not his Draco.

He’s going to make Potter pay for this.

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Part 1

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[libellule-ao3]

Hello, and welcome!

This blog is now sufficiently developed for me to organise it a little! 😁

I'm a reader and writer of fanfiction, active since 2020 on AO3 in the HP, HP Hogwarts Mystery and, more recently, HP Hogwarts Legacy fandoms. I'm used to commenting on all the fanfiction I read, which probably explains why I don't read much. 😅

Below you'll find my fanfictions, my character profiles, etc.

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And those tagged "🔞🔥" are published exclusively there.

☆ Obsession |✅️|🔞🔥| Dark!Dominis/You-F!Reader | 20,800 words

After Hogwarts, Ominis Gaunt embarks on a journey of introspection to gain perspective on his life. Haunted by your promise, which he ignored at the time, he returns to London a year later and discovers your new intimacy with Sebastian. No matter! For Ominis, you must honour the promise he never asked of you. Whether you like it or not.

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☆ In Mrs Gaunt's Nightgown | 🔞🔥|Ominis Gaunt/You-F!Reader

Like all young women, your friend Adelia dreamed of a loving union.But like most pure-blooded witches, she found herself trapped in an arranged marriage. However, she sees a clause in her marriage contract that offers her a way out... and you are the key.

☆ Lullaby for Cursed Seeds | 🔞🔥 | ⚠️🤜 | Ominis Gaunt/Evelyne Lavandin (EVINIS)

Ominis Gaunt, the dissenting pure-blood wizard, struggles to blossom in the sinister shadow of his family's Manor House. Evelyne Lavandin, the Muggle-born, is a witch who has been uprooted since she was torn from her home. Two characters and two solitudes that everything separates. Their past has almost nothing in common. Their present brings them together, but not closer. Could their future make them love each other?This two-shot follows the lives of two wizards destined to meet.

☆ Wild Surrender |✅️|🔞🔥| Sebastian Sallow/You-F!Reader + Garreth Weasley/you) | 3,400 words

Sebastian doesn't want you! And although he has kissed you passionately in what he calls a moment of weakness, he never misses an opportunity to remind you of it. For Garreth, this rejection is too ostentatious to be sincere and he decides to help you force Sebastian to reveal himself.

☆ The Snake's Duality |✅️|🔞| ⚠️🤜 | Dark!Seb Sallow/Ominis Gaunt, ambiguous relationship | 2,050 words

Sebastian has just been released from Azkaban after more than three years in prison. 1 223 days to be exact. His first instinct is to find Ominis, whose weekly letters rekinkled in extremis his desire to live, drained by the dementors, and he realise that a shadow reeking of malevolence is following him like a shadow.

☆ Veins of time |✅️| Leila Sae-OFC & Evelyne Lavandin-OFC (Written for the Secret Magic Santa 2023)| 2,147 words

Leila Sae receives a diary to fill in for posterity. This raises a few questions.

☆ Late Bloom |✅️| Mirabel Garlick/OFC | 1,060 words

After the shared night with Viviane, Mirabel reflects on the path that led them to this intimate moment, anticipating the challenges of their future together.

☆ In the Shadow of Midnight Confessions for silverxstardust |✅️| Sebastian Sallow/You | 3,400 words

When Sebastian met you in the Slytherin common room, you didn't expect to receive such a confession. Nevertheless, it explains a lot.

☆ HC: Ominis' wand + Sebastian's wand

☆ HC: Some Hogwarts Legacy characters & their MBTI types

☆ HC: Ominis Gaunt/NSFW Alphabet | M |

☆ HC: Ominis, his eyes and his experience as a blind wizard

☆ HC: Dark!Ominis/NSFW Alphabet

Meet: Evelyne Lavandin (OFC- Hogwarts Legacy)

HL Fanarts: [HERE]

My Doodles: SMUT Ominis/Evelyne (Evinis), Ominis Gaunt [here], Ominis as a child [here], Dark!Ominis & blinfolded woman

☆ Jae Kim's bets |🔞 🔥| ⚠️🤜| Jae Kim/Annie Thorn | 59,109 words

When Jacob's sister makes a stupid bet to motivate him during the chore of washing dishes imposed by Pitts, she has no idea what she's getting into. Indeed, Jae Kim is a particularly mischievous boy, with much naughtier aims than she imagined. Will their little games strengthen their friendship, destroy it or lead to a romantic relationship?

☆ Life Links | T | Second war against Voldemort from the POV of the hphm characters |

The members of the Circle of Khanna, an underground student organisation dedicated to bringing justice to their murdered comrade, have grown up. Since graduating, some of them have never left each other's side, while others never thought they would see each other again. Yet as the final battle against Voldemort looms, only one question remains. How will the links forged yesterday influence the battle of Hogwarts?

☆ Are flowers counted? |✅️|Jae Kim&Annie Thorn | 1,000 words

For the first time in 100 years, Phyllida's Flutterby bushes will bloom at Hogwarts. This is an exceptional event which, by chance of the calendar, falls on Valentine's Day.

☆ Skating Lesson |✅️| Jae Kim&Annie Thorn | 1,000 words

☆ Broken Promise |✅️ | Jacob&Annie&Peregrine | 3,897 words

☆ Little Sheninagans | T |✅️| Merula Snyde/Quinn Lee) for Eternalchocolaterain => [on Tumblr] 1,060 words

Meet Annie Thorn (MC) & Jacob Thorn

Doodles: Jae Kim/MC-Annie Thorn : Kiss on her cheek: [here] - King of pumpkin pasties: [here] - masquerade: [here] - 2 in one hoodie: [here] - kiss: [here] Portrait of Jae as an adult: [here]

Jae, Ben, Charlie, Levi, Rowan and Annie in Charms Class: [here]

☆ From Monster to Brother | ✅️ | ⚠️🤜 | Gaara&Temari&Kankurō&Baki | 13 690 words

Fanfiction about how Gaara reconnected with Temari and Kankurō after the Konoha Crush.

Thanks to everyone who likes, reblogs and comments on my stuff! 🫶🫶🫶

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[the-al-chemist]

Shoreside Conversations

A/N: @drinkyoursoupbitch’s idea to restart Worldbuiding Wednesday was one of her best yet (and she has many great ideas). It’s brought a little fun back into writing, and this little short story has been incredibly fun to work on. Based on this prompt from the First Lady of Soup herself:

Warnings: mild innuendo, severely bad lying.

The spring evening was light but cool, with the sky turning a rosy shade of pink and the crescent moon starting to rise before the sun had finished setting. Outside, a gentle breeze was blowing, but it couldn’t reach the interior of the seaside restaurant where, at a table by the window, three witches were chatting over a bottle of fizzy wine.

The wizarding community of Great Britain had been at peace for almost a year, but Artemis’ friend Penny had only recently returned to England, having escaped to France with her young family when the war first broke out. Penny had always been a social butterfly, and so neither Artemis nor Chiara had been surprised when she had invited them both for dinner at the Italian restaurant that had opened near her family’s beach house in Cornwall less than a week after she had come home.

”It’s just wonderful to see you two again,” Penny told the pair of them, almost breathless over the top of her wine glass. “I’ve really missed you both.”

“We’ve missed you, too.”

“So,” continued Penny. She had that all-too-familiar expression on her face, the one she always had whenever she was hunting for gossip. “What’s new with you?”

Artemis had never known Chiara to be the first in a group to speak up, so she volunteered up a piece of information about her life. “I’ve started a new job.”

“Another one?” Penny’s eyebrows shot up, but she quickly regained her composure. “I mean, that’s good. What are you doing now?”

“I’m a case investigator for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

“And? Are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah.” Artemis nodded. “I am, actually.”

She was half-expecting Penny to ask her more questions — more personal questions, at that — but Penny had decided it was Chiara’s turn.

“What about you, Chiara? How is work? How are things with Jae?”

“Work is… busy,” said Chiara, her voice as soft and lilting as Artemis had always known it to be. “But, St Mungo’s have welcomed me back without kicking up a fuss about the whole” — she lowered her voice to the point that she almost mouthed the words — “werewolf issue.” Her lips pursed slightly before she spoke normally again. “And things with Jae are good. Never better, really. Actually, he asked me to marry him last weekend.”

Across the table, Artemis could see that Penny was almost vibrating with excitement.

“Oh, my goodness,” she said. “Did you say yes?”

Chiara’s mouth curved into a shy smile. “I did.”

Artemis braced herself for Penny’s squeal just in time. A couple at the neighbouring table looked over, clearly concerned, and Artemis shrugged apologetically at them before congratulating Chiara. Penny, apparently too excited to sit still, rose from her chair and half-leapt around the perimeter of their own table to hug their friend. In her excitement, she knocked the handbag she had hung on the back of her chair, causing a tiny glass bottle to fall out of it.

Before anyone had a chance to catch the bottle, it plummeted to the ground and broke with a tiny, high-pitched smash. Immediately, the air was filled with a smell that was overpowering, intoxicating, and overwhelmingly pleasant. Artemis breathed in the scent, feeling both more relaxed and invigorated as she did so. Across the table, Penny’s blue eyes widened into circles and the colour rose in her cheeks.

“Oh, no. Oh, dear.”

“Don’t worry, Pen,” Artemis said. “If anything, the place smells much better now.”

It really did. Whatever had spilled out onto the floor smelt good, at once sweet and salty, smokey and earthy, and…

“Penny.” Chiara’s voice cut into Artemis’ thoughts. She had one palm placed to her nose, and above her hand her usually pale cheeks were flushed and her pupils fractionally dilated. “Is that what I think it is?”

Artemis had no clue what Chiara thought the little bottle had contained, but her suspicions were clearly correct, because Penny nodded her head sheepishly. Chiara sighed, though whether it was out of satisfaction or exasperation, Artemis couldn’t tell.

“Merlin, I haven’t smelt that since sixth year Potions class,” muttered Chiara.

Not having taken Potions classes past her fifth year, Artemis was still none the wiser. “What? What is it?”

“It’s Amortentia.”

“Amortentia?”

Penny shushed Artemis whilst looking over both shoulders.

“It really isn’t what it looks like,” she whispered. Artemis and Chiara exchanged glances.

“I think it matters more what it smells like, to be honest,” said Artemis. “What are you doing carrying a vial of Amortentia around in your handbag?”

“Well, technically it isn’t actually Amortentia. It’s a perfume made with Amortentia. They’re very popular in Paris, you know. I’m actually writing an article about it for the next edition of the S.O.U.P. Quarterly.”

“For the what quarterly?”

“The Society of Occupational Unctioneers and Potioneers. It’s for anyone who works in the potions industry, or in a line of work where potions are needed for use. Actually, Chiara, you may be interested in joining. We are always looking for new members, and…”

“And what about the Amortentia?”

“Oh, I’ve been asked to write a guest piece for the Society journal. It’s the first time, and I’m rather excited about it, actually,” Penny explained. “I thought the perfume would be really interesting to write about, seeing as it’s not such a common thing to see over here yet, but now that the war is over, I’m certain that it will become rather fashionable.” Her eyes had lit up. Perhaps it was because she was talking about her favourite subject, or it might have been the effect of the Amortentia on the floor. “How it works is, they put the Amortentia into the perfume, and when it’s worn it makes the wearer more… Well, you know, appealing.”

By the time Penny had finished talking, her cheeks were pinker than Artemis had ever seen them, and the couple at the next table were paying so much attention to one another that they hadn’t noticed the waiter who was trying to take their orders.

“I think it works, you know.”

The three witches looked across at the couple before silently giggling into their wine glasses.

“Maybe we should all start wearing it,” suggested Chiara. She was clearly joking, but Penny nodded in earnest.

“I have some samples I’m using for the article, you can have them when I’m finished.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to—”

“Don’t be silly, it’s no problem at all. I’ll just owl them to you. You too, Artemis.” Before Artemis could protest, Penny continued, “You’ll be glad of them once you meet someone.”

Artemis almost choked on her wine. She composed herself as best as she could before responding, “Yeah. Maybe. Thanks.”

She had assumed that her answer would be vague enough to not arouse attention, but it appeared that she had underestimated Penny Haywood.

“You’ve already met someone?”

“No,” Artemis said quickly. Too quickly.

“Oh, my goodness. Who?”

”No one.” When Penny pursed her lips in blatant disbelief, Artemis sighed. “No one that you’d know.”

“You never know, I might know them,” said Penny. She had a point, Artemis realised. Penny’s list of acquaintances was never-ending. “So, what’s his name?”

There was no way out of this, Artemis could tell. Still, she couldn’t help but scan the room looking for an exit. As her eyes wandered, they happened to land on the name badge of the waiter serving the neighbouring table.

“Mario.”

“Mario?”

”Yeah, Mario.” Artemis nodded definitely. “His name is Mario.”

Penny frowned. “I don’t think I know anyone called Mario. Is he someone you work with?”

“Yeah. Well, sort of,” Artemis corrected herself. Penny was bound to know one of her colleagues — or, if not, she would at least know someone else who did — and she wouldn’t have put it past her friend to ask others about Mario. “He’s a Magizoologist, but he doesn’t work for the Ministry. He lives abroad usually.”

That wasn’t entirely untruthful, and even Chiara seemed half-convinced. Artemis took a sip of wine in order to hide her face behind the glass.

“So, what does he look like?” asked Penny. “Tall, dark, and handsome?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Just your type, then.”

Artemis wrinkled her nose. “Is it?”

“Well, yes.” Penny laughed, but she still wasn’t finished with her interrogation. “So, how long have you been seeing him? Have you talked about the future yet? Are you worried about how it’s going to work out, what with him living abroad and you living here?”

The room suddenly felt very hot. Artemis shuffled in her seat, trying to quench her sudden need for movement. Her chest had tightened uncomfortably, but she hid the sensation by shaking her head and laughing.

“Calm down, Pen,” she said, as breezily as she could muster. “It’s not like that.”

“Not like what?”

“I dunno. I guess I just don’t think the Mario thing is… It’s not very serious. At all. You don’t need to think too much about Mario. Forget I ever said anything about Mario.”

The look on Penny’s face made it clear that she was disappointed, but Chiara smiled gently.

“As long as you’re happy, Artemis,” she said. “That’s the main thing, isn’t it, Penny?”

”Oh, yes. Yes, as long as you’re happy.”

“Thanks.” Artemis put her glass down. “Anyway, Chiara, you’re going to have a wedding…”

It was the perfect distraction. Penny sat up so straight in her seat that her buttocks almost seemed to hover above it, and turned her attention wholly to Chiara. Artemis sat back in her own chair and let the other two women talk, letting the pitter-patter of conversation wash over her. It was familiar and warming to sit and chat with her friends, as long as she didn’t allow herself to think too much about the moments when Rowan would have said something wry and clever, or Tonks something witty and outrageous, if either of them had been there to say anything at all.

By the time she and her friends left the little seaside restaurant, Artemis’ head was fuzzy with the mixture of wine, Amortentia perfume, and thoughts of those who were and always would be missing. She Apparated back to Bill’s house, nestled in the dunes of another Cornish beach, and found Charlie sitting on the sand, setting fire to a small pile of driftwood without even using his wand.

“What are you doing?”

Charlie did not even look up from the driftwood. “I’m making a fire.”

“Without me?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to get back.” Charlie shrugged. “Do you want to grab some drinks and snacks, or have you had enough at dinner?”

Artemis probably had had enough, but she couldn’t see any harm in a little more. She snuck into the house and took a half-full bottle of Firewhiskey, two mugs, and a packet of marshmallows from the kitchen before returning to the beach. Charlie had succeeded in lighting his Muggle fire, and she sat beside him, watching the flames flicker against the indigo backdrop of the sky and sea.

“How were Penny and Chiara?” asked Charlie, as Artemis poured him a glass of Firewhiskey.

“Good.”

“And the dinner?”

“Tasty.” Artemis held out the marshmallows to Charlie in way of an offering, but he declined them with a wave of his hand. She pierced a marshmallow with her wand and held it over the fire, where the flames licked at the sides of it. “It felt strange, it just being the three of us.”

“I’ll bet.” Charlie glanced at her. “You want to talk about it?”

There wasn’t much more to say about it than that, so Artemis shook her head. Charlie nodded his own, and in silence, lay down on his back. Artemis kicked off her boots and let her bare toes dig into the sand.

“Oh, guess what? Jae and Chiara are getting married.”

Artemis had expected some sort of surprise or excitement from Charlie, but he gave her neither. Instead, he only said:

“So, he finally got around to asking her then?”

“Wait, you knew he was going to ask her?”

“Yeah, he’s been planning on it for months. He’s told me about it every time I’ve seen him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Charlie shrugged. “It wasn’t my news to tell.”

“I guess that’s fair enough,” said Artemis. “Just so you know, if Jae mentions anything next time you see him, I have a new boyfriend called Mario.”

Slowly, Charlie lifted his head from the sand. He turned his face towards Artemis, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“Penny asked me if I was seeing anyone,” Artemis explained. “And I told her I wasn’t, but she could tell I was lying—”

“Shocking.”

“— so I just told her I was going out with a guy called Mario.”

“Of course, that’s what anyone would do in that situation,” said Charlie, completely straight-faced. He propped himself up onto his elbows. “And what did you tell them about this Mario?”

“Not much, just that he is a Magizoologist and that he’s tall and good-looking.” Artemis glanced across at Charlie, who was looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed. “But it’s not anything serious.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” Charlie blinked and shook his head. “And, they believed all of this…”

“I think so? I mean, I changed the subject pretty quickly. Penny was happy to talk about Chiara’s wedding and this soup club she’s joined.”

“A soup club? As in the food?”

“No, it’s for potion people. She’s writing an article about Amortentia for their journal and spilled some on the floor of the restaurant. You wouldn’t believe how much it smelt.”

“I would,” said Charlie. “I still remember when Jae made a cauldron full of the stuff in our dormitory in fifth year.”

“He made that in your dormitory?”

Charlie nodded. “Oh, yeah. Stunk the place out for weeks.”

“I mean, at least Amortentia smells good,” Artemis reasoned.

“True, but it did make for quite a few awkward mornings, if you know what I mean…”

In a way, Artemis wished she didn’t know what Charlie meant, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face.

“What did you think it smelt like?” she asked him. “The Amortentia?”

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “That’s a very personal question.”

“Good job that we are very personal friends.”

Artemis raised her eyebrows at Charlie, whose lips twitched and eyes looked out over the sea in the distance.

“A few different things, really,” he said. “Sort of like the garden back at home, and a bit like the air after bonfire night, though that might have been because of him setting the bottom of the cauldron on fire. And it smelt like Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

“Hmm. Like pine trees and… marzipan? It was very sweet and a bit nutty.” Charlie glanced at Artemis. “Yeah, it was nuts, alright.”

There was a look of mischief in his eyes that made Artemis roll her own. Charlie laughed softly to himself.

“And you?” he asked. “What did it smell like to you?”

Artemis frowned as she tried to remember the smell of the Amortentia, and found the scent easier to recall than she had thought it would be. It was as if the smell of the perfume had lingered in the air around her all the way back to Shell Cottage, but then, that might have been because of the salty breeze rolling in from the sea, the Firewhiskey in her glass, the leather of her boots discarded on the sand beside her, the marshmallow toasting on the end of her wand.

“I guess it sort of smelt like this.”

Charlie smiled, and Artemis popped her toasted marshmallow into her mouth before lying down on the sand beside him, face up towards the stars.

#artemis hexley #hogwarts mystery #hphm fic #penny haywood #chiara lobosca #charlie weasley #wbw #hp fanfic #🍲 #amortentia

[maelstroumwaterfall]

Arbormagic Sydrome (The End Of The Wizarding World) Chapter 6

Chapter 6. The Missing Hufflepuff

Penny and Tonks haven't talked to eachother since the Kneazle Incident and their row in the Hufflepuff common room. Both these situations made her feel very conflicted and she didn't even feel like being herself after everything what happened.

She felt somehow upset. She didn't expect Penny to say something like this about her. She just wanted to help Haywood and didn't expect such reaction to the question about her scratches.

She kept asking herself the same question then. Was she really just an annoying, reckless, foolish idiot for her around? Do others really think the same about her? She was trying to not to care about it before but now, after Penny just shouted this at her like this, in a front of everyone, it was far from being the least of her worries.

She slowly walked down the road towards Hogsmeade, looking at the grey, cloudy sky above. There weren't many people around as the rain was about to start, but Tonks needed to visit Olivander's before she has to participate in lessons again. She had some troubles with using magic, she was repeating the spells for numerous amount of times but they wouldn't work.

She walked through the streets and soon reached the familiar building.

- One minute, please! - said an old man's voice from somewhere behind the shelves.

Tonks patiently waited near the desk. She didn't really wanted to hurry. It's not like she didn't want to come back to Hogwarts, but she felt like she needed some fresh air to gather her thoughts.

- Good morning, Miss. How can I help you? - said a gentle voice as Olivander slowly approached the young witch. He glanced down at her calmly, looking at her with a slight, gentle smile.

- Um.. Good morning. I've had some troubles with using my wand recently.. I couldn't complete even the simplest spells no matter how much I tried. I thought that there could be problems with my wand but I'm not sure.. - she handed her wand to Olivander and he raised it closer to the light to examine it.

- It's a very rare case, but there's indeed a chance that the problem could be in the wand. - he responded, taking a closer look at the wood. - I don't remember any wands with such unusual patterns in Olivander's.

What do you mean? - she asked, approaching a little closer to also see what he's looking at.

- I mean these handmade looking outlines of the centipede's body on the wood. I don't know any places that make similar patterns on the wands. - he showed her the wand under the dim light and she indeed noticed the barely noticeable traces on the wood.

- I didn't know it was here. - she said with a surprised voice. She must admit, it looked quite beautiful but at the same time somehow dark and menancing.

- Hmm.. - he stepped a little back and extended his hand before making a slight whirl with the wand to check if it works at all. He then suddenly dropped the wand and pulled his hand back as if he touched the hot coal. - Oh!

Tonks stepped back and looked at the man with concern, not understanding anything and being really confused. - What was this?.. Are you alright?

He was looking at his hand for a few seconds before he bent down to pick up the wand.

- You better find another wand for a while. It's not something I've ever met before but I'll definitely try to find out more about it later. - he responded, still slightly fidgeting his hand. Dora was taken aback at first but then she couldn't help but felt a little exited and curious. She nodded and after Garrick put the wand away he went to the shelves to find something similar to the wand he gave her before.

It didn't take much time as he already knew what kind of wands fits Nymphadora and after a few minutes he already found a new, fitting wand for her.

- You can come here again later. If I don't get more work I'll definitely try to find some information. - he said as she took the new wand. She smiled at him and nodded.

- Thank you for help Mr. Olivander. - were her last words before she leaved the place.

Even though the problem with her wand was half solved, she only got more questions and no answers. At least she will now be able to participate in lessons as the new wand was working.

She even forgot how tired she felt and that feeling came back when she walked back to Hogwarts down the same road. She felt kinda exhausted recently, no matter how much she slept. The pain in her veins and muscles also wouldn't go over time and even seemed to worsen.

As she walked past the Forbidden Forest, she couldn't help but felt a some kind of gravity towards the dark and dangerous grounds of the forest. It was as if these high, old trees and their leaves were whispering and calling for her.

- Ouch!.. - and when did her skin became so itchy? She tried to ignore the feeling, but didn't notice when she started scratching her hand again as she was mesmerized by the whisper of the wind that went through the trees of the dark forest.

She stepped away from the road and slowly moved towards the Forbidden Forest before disappearing in it's shadows, without anyone seeing her. She didn't know why, she just felt like she needs to go there, like she has to be there, to follow the voice that is calling her.

As many people thought it started raining. The weather became quite turbulent and nobody really wanted to have a walk under the raging thunder and lightning. There, in Hogwarts, in the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom, Rakepick tried to find something similar to the situation with Merula's wand in the old Curses book she's read a long while ago.

She remembered that she saw something similar to the traces on Snyde's wand in this book but didn't remember what exactly. She scrolled the pages under the sounds of the beating at the windows rain.

She was almost at the last pages and she suddenly spotted exactly what she needed on an old, wrinkled corner of the page - the illustration of the wand with the same centepide traces.

'The Arbortide Curse' - said the barely noticeable, almost erased text.

'The Arbortide Curse is supposedly a spell, developed by an unknown dark wizard in the middle of XV century. Almost no information could be gotten as the original creator of the "curse" has commited $u!side and only one person has been affected by the "spell" and had to be killed due to being a danger to others. The victim's wand that had the slighty pronounced traces of the centipede's body was considered the only thing to indicate being affected by the curse.'

The whole text didn't even take the half of the page.

Why there was nothing about the person who was affected by the curse? - was the first question Rakepick asked herself. She wasn't sure what to think. The whole text didn't give any answers, even the information given in the book was only "presumptive".

The only thing was clear, it has to do something with Merula's wand, and she's probably not the only one who is in danger.

The whole atmosphere in Hogwarts changed, it became more tensed, mysterious, and somehow blurred. Many students started feeling strange and were complaining about exhaustion and bad sleep. Especially Haywood whose condition looked very badly.

She couldn't sleep normally, her skin was constantly itching, she was nervous and exhausted and didn't know what's happening to her, sometimes she wanted to cry due to the pain she feels when she scratches her skin 'till it's bleeding but still can't stop. The thing that hurts her even more was the fact that she had hurt her friends, especially Tonks that she insulted and shouted at.

She felt so guilty and really wanted to apologize to Dora. She looked for her everywhere in Hogwarts, before she came back to the Hufflepuff common room. Almost everyone turned to her to once again see her exhausted and saddened look. She looked up and glanced around, before she asked in a worried and tired voice:

- Has anyone seen Nymphadora?..

( Hope you enjoyed 💝🌟 Please write if you find any mistakes, it will help me to improve my English 😊 )

"The illustration of the wand that Rakepick saw in the book "

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter #hp fanfic #nymphadora tonks #hphm fic #harry potter fanfiction #hp au #infection au #patricia rakepick #tonks #apocalypticfiction #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #wizarding world

[silkclawsdraws]

shut up, i’m in grief

it's more than clear that Ben will never go back to romance quests

#datamine prophet #hphm #hphm spoilers #ben copper #i'm devasted #i'm not even mad #just disappointed #at least we still have fanfics

[alice-beaumont-ravenclaw]

Seashells by the Seashore

A/N #1: This is the first fic for the @usernoneexistent Summer Break Challenge 2022.

Alice's outfit

It is part of the series "A Week at Penny's": Video Games | Killing Innocence | CMDN

“How long until we get there?” asked Tonks as the train rolled by green pastures.

“In 30 minutes or so,” said Rowan, sitting across the aisle as she glanced at her watch. “The schedule said we would arrive at 9:33.” She returned to the book she was reading.

“Why did we have to get up so early?”

“For the hundredth time, to catch an early train so we’ll have plenty of time in Brighton!” exclaimed Penny, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Why can’t you sleep like Alice,” she added, pointing to Alice, who was sleeping, her head against the window.

“I don’t want to miss the Brighton stop.”

“It’s the terminus.”

“So? You could decide to leave me behind.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Because I’m exasperating?”

“You do have a point, but—”

“Do you think one of those sheep could jump in front of the train and cause an accident?” asked Ben, looking worriedly outside the window.

Penny and Tonks stared at him, eyebrows raised. “Ben, can’t you just enjoy the scenery and not imagine a worst-case scenario?” said Penny.

“Are you saying it’s a possible scenario?” said Ben as he eyed the sheep grazing close to the railway.

“Highly unlikely,” replied Penny.

“But not impossible.”

Penny rolled her eyes. “Ok, Ben, you just lost your window seat privileges. Tonks, you come and sit here and distract yourself with the window; Ben, you sit next to Sleeping Beauty.”

Ben changed seats reluctantly, still trying to watch those sheep from the window. This was difficult to do with Alice’s face squished against the window. On the other hand, Tonks was enjoying her time looking out the window, changing her face to match the animals she saw. She nearly gave Ben a heart attack when she turned around with the face of a sheep instead of her own. Penny slapped her arm, causing the Metamorphmagus to revert to her own face. 

The train finally pulled into Brighton Station. Alice stretched as she yawned, her eyes fluttering open. “Oh! We’ve arrived?” she said, looking out the window.

“Yes, and not a moment too soon,” said Penny as she grabbed her bag before following Ben and Tonks outside. 

Rowan waited for Alice as she took her things, telling her everything she had missed during their train journey.

“Honestly, Tonks with a sheep’s face sounds better than Tonks with Filch’s face in the middle of the night,” said Alice as she followed other passengers outside the train with her friend.

Once they left the station after Alice and Rowan had picked up some free guides and brochures, they stood outside, trying to figure out where they should go first.

“The Pier!” exclaimed Tonks. “I want to go on the rides!”

“Rides on a pier? That sounds dangerous,” said Ben.

“We could simply go to the beach,” suggested Penny.

“Royal Pavilion,” said Alice and Rowan in unison. 

“Oh, no! Not a boring museum!” said Tonks.

“Well, I did hear the gardens are lovely,” pondered Penny.

“It sounds like a safe place to be,” said Ben.

“Ok, well, you can all go to the boring museum while I go to the pier,” said Tonks as she started to walk away.

Penny grabbed the collar of her T-shirt. “Oh, no, you don’t, Miss Sheep-Face. What I’ve learned from Camden is that I am not letting you out of my sight in the Muggle world.”

“Aw, come on, I only gave myself a tattoo,” said Tonks as they started to walk toward the Pavilion.

“A Muggle nearly saw you. In fact, many could have seen you,” scolded Penny.

“I blame Alice. She’s the one who gave me the idea.”

“Do not involve me in this,” replied Alice, looking up from her brochure.

“Well, she is not entirely wrong. You’re the one who pointed out she could make her own tattoo instead of going to a parlour,” pointed out Rowan.

Alice narrowed her eyes. “And you call yourself my best friend,” she said, shaking her head. “Anyway, I just wanted to prevent her from going into a tattoo parlour to get a real tattoo.”

“Oh, please, most parlours would not tattoo a 14-year-old,” replied Penny.

“Most?” asked Ben with worry in his voice.

“Well, some disreputable ones might if you have the money, but Tonks would need to find one of those first and then get the money to pay for it,” said Penny.

“Ok, fine, it’s my fault for giving Tonks the idea. But she didn’t have to give herself that tattoo in the middle of Camden,” pointed out Alice.

“What if I forgot all about it by the time we had gone back to Penny’s? I couldn’t risk it! I had to get that duck tattoo!” exclaimed Tonks. 

“And that would have been a bad thing?” wondered Penny.

“Well, your dad’s face when he saw that duck on Tonks’ wrist was priceless,” noted Alice.

Rowan chuckled. “Especially when she made it quack.”

“See! I didn’t get caught by any Muggles, and we had fun with it!”

Penny let a small smile cross her lips. “Alright, alright. I concede..”

“Good, because I think we’ve arrived at your boring museum. Not too shabby, I must say,” said Tonks as she pointed to a majestic building that would have been right at home in India but seemed a bit out of place in the middle of an English seaside town.

“It was built in the Indo-Saracenic style prevalent in India for most of the 19th century,” Rowan read in one of her brochures. “What we see today was designed by John Nash.”

“I think my grandad knew him,” said Tonks, admiring the structure.

Rowan stared at her, eyes wide before Alice told her that Tonks was messing with her as Tonks chuckled. “Anyway,” continued Rowan, “it was built for the Prince of Wales who would later become King George IV.”

“I didn’t know whales had a prince who became king. How did he fit in this place?” said Tonks as they walked toward the entrance.

Penny rolled her eyes while Alice giggled. “I think we should go and buy our tickets before Tonks makes me relive some more Muggle Studies moments,” said Penny.

The group bought their tickets and entered the Pavilion. They first passed through the Entrance Hall, which was subdued in appearance compared to what awaited them. Then came the Long Gallery with its pinkish walls, painted-glass ceiling, and its furniture and objets d’art exported from the Far East. They finally arrived in one of the most lavish rooms in the Pavilion that had been the stage for extravagant feasts: the Banqueting Room. The room had a shallow dome, canopies and decorative wall canvases depicting Chinese domestic scenes.

“The chandelier is 30 feet high and weighs a ton,” said Rowan, reading from her brochure as she pointed at the chandelier that dangled from the ceiling at the centre of the room.

“I know someone who would love this chandelier,” said Ben.

“Really? Who?” asked Penny.

“Charlie Weasley,” replied Alice.

Everyone turned around to stare at her. She looked at them, startled. “Oh, it’s just he gets very excited anytime Kettleburn mentions dragons, and the chandelier hangs from the claws of a silvered dragon at the high point of the ceiling. Not to mention the six smaller dragons breathing light through those lotus glass shades,” she explained. “Since he’s a Gryffindor like Ben, I figured that’s who he was talking about.”

The group moved on to the Great Kitchen, where George IV’s French chef would create his culinary masterpieces.

“Wow!” exclaimed Tonks. “Did you know that there was once a banquet with 36 main dishes and 32 side dishes? Lasted for hours according to this,” she said, reading a plaque on the wall.

“That sounds like a lot of food,” pointed out Rowan.

“Good thing we don’t have that many courses at Hogwarts. Jae would have to live in the Kitchens if we did,” said Ben.

“Who’s Jae?” asked Alice as they left the kitchen.

“Another Gryffindor. He basically has detention every day,” explained Ben.

They walked into the Banqueting Room Gallery, with its palm tree columns, which had cast iron cores, that supported the upper floor. It is where the king’s guests would retire to play cards, talk and drink.

They moved on to the Music Room Gallery, where there was a grand piano in a rosewood case inlaid with brass, before entering the Music Room, the only other room in the Pavilion that could compare to the Banqueting Room. Nine lotus-shaped chandeliers lit the luxurious room. The walls were decorated with rich red and gold canvases in the chinoiserie style supported by painted dragons, while the windows were dressed with opulent blue silk-satin draperies supported by carved flying dragons. Those draconic details made Alice and Ben smile, knowing all too well someone they knew would have been ecstatic to see those. The gilded domed ceiling was made of hundreds of cockleshells made of plaster, creating an illusion of height.

“The king really loved music,” said Alice as she read from her brochure. “The king’s band would entertain guests with Handel or Italian opera. Even Rossini performed here in 1823.”

“Who’s Rossini?” asked Tonks.

“A famous Muggle Italian composer,” said Ben. “He composed The Barber of Seville, my mum’s favourite opera.”

“Merlin! We’re lucky even to see this room,” said Penny, who was looking at a small plaque.

“What do you mean?” asked Rowan.

“According to this, a fire damaged this room in 1975. The carpet we see here is actually a reproduction of the one that used to be here.”

“I hope nothing else happens to this room; it’s really gorgeous,” said Alice, looking back as they left the majestic Music Room.

The following rooms were the King’s Apartments. It consisted of a bedroom, a library and an anteroom. The walls were covered in an exquisite green dragon wallpaper.

“I think Charlie would have gotten along with this king,” said Alice to herself as Tonks looked over Rowan’s shoulder.

The pink-haired Hufflepuff snatched the brochure from Rowan’s hands. “Rowan, why didn’t you tell us what this bed was for?”

“What was it for?” asked Penny, worried that some lurid story would follow next.

“Ok, so this bed is originally from Windsor, but it has a tipping mechanism so that the King, who was grossly overweight and gout-ridden, could get out of bed more easily. Turns out the Prince of Wales became a whale himself,” said Tonks, laughing.

“Well, considering the sixty-course meals, I’m not surprised. He really seems to have loved excess,” said Rowan.

They moved on to the first floor to see the rest of the Pavilion, including the Yellow Bow Rooms, which were covered with a yellow wallpaper with designs of dragons, phoenixes and birds of paradise on it, and the Indian Military Hospital gallery, as the Royal Pavilion was offered for use as a hospital for troops from the Indian Corps during World War I.

Once they were done visiting the Pavilion, they toured the Regency garden before taking a bus to see the Duke of York’s cinema. Unfortunately for Tonks, this took them further away from the beach and the pier, but Alice reassured her that they would eat at a seaside restaurant and then head straight for the Palace Pier.

Once they arrived at the cinema, they stood in front, unsure why Alice had brought them here.

“Look, mate, I know you have a thing for Muggle telly shows and films, but why exactly are we here? I’m sure there are plenty of cinemas in London,” said Tonks, wrinkling her nose as she read the title of the one movie playing.

“You don’t understand. This is the oldest cinema in continuous use in Britain. It’s also one of the first cinemas in the world,” explained Alice.

“What kind of title is Prick Up Your Ears?” wondered Tonks, ignoring Alice’s explanation.

“I don’t know, but one of the actors looks awfully familiar,” said Rowan looking at the film’s poster.

“Didn’t know you were into Muggle movies, Khanna,” said Tonks as she went to take a look for herself.

“That’s the thing; I’m not.”

“Wait!” exclaimed Penny. “Doesn’t he look an awful lot like that wizard who was accused of killing another wizard as well as Muggles in the middle of a city street? What was his name again…”

“Sirius Black,” said Tonks, glaring at the poster.

“Are you telling me they let dark wizards act in Muggle movies?” asked Ben, panicked.

“No. Black was imprisoned in Azkaban. That’s just some Muggle actor that looks a lot like him,” replied Tonks before walking away from the poster.

“What’s gotten into her?” asked Penny.

Alice shrugged. “I don’t—” Her eyes widened as she remembered what Tonks had told her about her family. Her mother’s side of the family. “Oh!”

“What?” asked Rowan.

“Nothing, nothing. Just look at the time,” she said, looking at her watch. “We should head for that seaside restaurant if we want to get a table.”

Up on the bus they went, this time heading for the seaside. Tonks's gloomy mood soon disappeared as they walked toward the restaurant. Alice was relieved her desire to see a Muggle cinema had not ruined her friend’s day.

“This restaurant has been around since the 1930s,” said Alice as they sat down at a table with a perfect view of the sea.

“I hope the food is not that old,” joked Tonks as Penny shook her head.

After they were done eating their fish and chips, they headed for the Brighton Pier, which locals still called the Palace Pier.

“Where do you want to go first?” asked Penny as they walked onto the pier.

“The arcade!” exclaimed Tonks as she pointed to the entrance of said arcade.

“Hum, is it ok if I go ahead to sit on a bench to read?” asked Rowan.

Penny nodded. “Sure, we’ll join you when Tonks has no more money.”

“Can I join—” started asking Ben.

“Nope, you’re coming with me,” said Tonks, grabbing his arm.

“Why?”

“I will teach you how to have fun!” she said, entering the arcade.

Penny, Alice, and Rowan stared at the door closing behind the pair. 

“She just wants to use his money to play more games once she has spent hers, right?” asked Rowan.

“Yup,” replied Alice.

Penny let out a sigh. “We’d better go in to watch over them.”

Alice and Penny entered the arcade while Rowan went around it to find a bench to read her book.

The arcade was full of loud noises and bright lights, with both children and adults enjoying themselves on various machines. It was quite a contrast from the sound of the waves and seagulls Alice had heard outside. As she looked over at Penny who was watching over Tonks and Ben, she felt overwhelmed by everything that was going on around her. The noise, the lights, the smell; all were oppressing her senses and the closed space made her feel cramped. She shook her head and took a deep breath. She quickly told Penny she would wait for them outside with Rowan before making her way to the back of the arcade, where doors led her outside.

She quickly spotted Rowan on a bench and sat next to her, looking at the rolling waves of the sea.

“Already done?” asked Rowan.

“It was too noisy,” explained Alice. “I decided I’d be better sitting outside with you.” She took a deep breath, taking in the salty smell of the sea air. “The smell here is much better than the carpet smell inside.”

Rowan glanced toward a food stand. “Probably because they’ve stopped making candy floss for now. The smell around here was overly sweet 5 minutes ago.”

“Why didn’t you change place?”

“I didn’t want you looking all over for me.”

“Aw, you know I can always easily find you. I could never lose you,” said Alice, side-hugging her friend as she rested her head on her shoulder. 

“Don’t go all mushy on me, Alice,” said Rowan with a smile.

Alice moved herself to the other end of the bench. “Is that better?” she said with a smirk.

Rowan grabbed her arm, pulling her friend back toward her. “You’re always exaggerating.”

Alice let out a small laugh. “Anyway, I guess now we wait for the others while I watch you read,” she said, resting her elbow on her thigh and her chin on her hand as she stared at her friend, a smile plastered on her face.

Rowan glanced at her before rummaging through her bag, getting out a book with a tattered cover on which was a pair of men's shoes and a travel bag and, written at the top, “Agatha Christie” in a beigey yellow as well as.

“My book! You brought my book with you!” exclaimed Alice, taking her book.

“I figured it might come in handy,” said Rowan. 

“You’re the best,” said Alice as she opened the book to where she had placed her bookmark.

“What story are you at?”

“How Does Your Garden Grow?”

The two girls read their books for a while until Ben came running toward them.

“Are you alright?” asked Alice, putting down her book.

“There were some teenage ruffians beating up a pinball machine. I saw them and they saw me looking at them. They looked menacing so I got out of there,” said Ben as he sat next to Alice.

“Well, it doesn't look like they followed you out,” pointed out Rowan as she looked toward the arcade just as Penny and Tonks opened the doors and walked toward them.

“Why did you run out?” asked Penny.

“I was about to be mugged!” exclaimed Ben.

“Are you talking about the teenagers that were a bit too excited while playing with that pinball machine?”

Ben nodded. “Pretty sure they have a criminal record.”

“One had a nose ring and you immediately jumped to conclusion,” said Penny rolling her eyes.

“What I want to know is how did Tonks get 50 pounds?” asked Alice as she stared at Tonks waving around a 50-pound note.

“Well, while I was being distracted by Ben being afraid of his own shadow, our friendly neighbourhood Metamorphmagus changed into a middle-aged woman and decided to put a coin in a slot machine… and won 50 pounds,” explained Penny, glaring at Tonks.

“She changed… Right in the middle of the place? Where dozens of Muggles could have seen her?” said Alice, the colour draining from her face.

“But no one saw me! Everyone was so busy playing their games. Only one person did a double take, but that was because I was an old woman in teenage clothes,” said Tonks.

“It was still risky,” said Rowan.

“You want risky? Why don’t we go see that other pier over there?” she said, pointing at a derelict structure standing in the sea a few miles from where they were.

“Sure, if you want to be the death of me,” replied Penny. “Why don’t we go on that ferris wheel?” she suggested, pointing at the one standing in the middle of the amusement park.

“I don’t trust that structure,” said Ben, eyeing the wheel suspiciously.

“I heard they also have dodgems!” said Tonks as the two Hufflepuffs started walking toward the amusement park.

Alice looked up at the ferris wheel feeling a sense of unease creep up. “Hum, is it ok if we wait for you on the beach?”

“Oh! I forgot! Your motion sickness!” said Penny.

“My…? Oh, yes, my motion sickness. Can’t really ride dodgems,” said Alice, relieved.

“Aw, shucks! Then I’d rather go to the beach. More fun than to sit still in a spinning wheel,” said Tonks.

And so, the group of friends headed for the beach, with Tonks running straight for the water while the others sat on the pebbly beach. Penny and Ben eventually went off to buy some ice creams. Alice looked at the different pebbles around her, putting flat ones aside.

“What are you doing?” asked Rowan.

“Taking some pebbles to skip them on the water. Oh! A cockle shell!” exclaimed Alice as she held a cockle shell between her fingers.

“It’s a pretty common seashell,” pointed out her friend.

“Yes, but it was used as a motif on the ceiling of the Music Room at the Royal Pavilion,” said Alice.

“Probably because they’re common around these parts.”

“Right, but it also reminds me of the nursery rhyme in the story I was reading earlier: 

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,  How does your garden grow?  With silver bells, and cockle shells,  And pretty maids all in a row.”

With that, Alice placed the little seashell in her bag before running to the sea with her little pile of flat pebbles. That simple seashell would be a perfect souvenir of her time in Brighton.

A/N #2: I hope you enjoyed it! Don't forget to check out the other entries of the challenge!

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Hello!

I'm Eternal Chaos Chocolate Rain because I love this quote from Pinkie Pie: ''Hold on a second! Eternal chaos comes with chocolate rain, you guys! CHOCOLATE RAIN!''

I'm autistic, a lesbian and from the Netherlands. Currently 30.

Love the sims (every gen!), reading, my little pony, she-ra and animals. Cats and guineas in particular.

I got hyperfixated while playing Hogwarts Mystery, especially on the dynamic between Merula and MC. Mine is Quinn and she's become a whole person! I'm working on a big canon story for Merula and Quinn and post short AU's in the meantime. If this is interesting to you, you can find me on AO3.

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While the Coffee Is Hot

A/N #1: This is my contribution to this month's theme of the @hp-12monthsofmagic challenge: Anything's possible (if you've got enough nerves)

“Funiculi Funicula… Like that Italian song.”

Alice had been living in Tokyo for a few months now, but it wasn’t until she saw the name of that cafe, hidden down a narrow back alley, that she remembered the urban legend attached to it. A legend that had been told to her by none other than her dear friend Rowan.

In fact, her friend had visited that cafe while visiting Japan with family. A small break from visiting the extended family in India, as Rowan said in her postcard. She had heard of that cafe through a Muggle magazine article or something, Alice didn’t remember. Anyway, it was rumoured that one could return to the past using one particular chair in that cafe. Rowan absolutely wanted to try it in the hopes of comparing that means of time travel, which seemed so harmless it was advertised to Muggle, with the time-turner that was rumoured to be very dangerous. Unfortunately, as Rowan explained in her postcard, one could only go back to the past to see someone who had at least once visited the cafe. Since Rowan knew no one who had been to that cafe, she was never able to test how it all worked.

Alice stood at the entrance of that alley, staring at the name. Because Rowan had visited that place, she technically knew someone who had been there. Though, as this whole time travelling thing had been publicized in the Muggle world, it may have just been a hoax to attract clients back in those days. Then again, she was a witch, so she knew strange things could happen in this world, so why not a time-travelling chair in a cafe.

Alice took a deep breath. “Anything’s possible,” she said to herself as she went down the basement stairs and opened the cafe door.

CLANG-DONG

“Irasshaimase!” was heard right after the bell above the door rang.

While Alice wished she was more fluent in Japanese, she still had to rely on a spell that allowed her to understand when people spoke to her in a foreign language and who would understand her in their own language if she spoke English (or French or whatever language she wanted). That spell usually lasted one hour when cast with a wand but 15 minutes if she tried to do it wandless. She quickly flicked her wand at her head before coming into view inside the cafe.

A young woman with big round eyes and a bright smile greeted her from behind the counter of this windowless cafe. “Oh! We seldom get foreigners here!” the woman exclaimed.

Alice was startled. She wasn’t used to people in Japan being so straightforward, especially not to a foreigner, an outsider. “Hum, a friend told me about this place and, hum, the chair….”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” replied the woman. “But you can only go back to the past to see someone who already visited…”

“I know,” replied Alice as she sat at the counter.

“Oh! Do you know the other rules?” The woman looked surprised. While Alice was not the first foreigner to ask about time-travelling (she was probably the third), she was definitely the first to know at least one of the rules.

Alice raised an eyebrow. “Other… rules?”

The woman nodded. “Yes. You can only time travel using that chair over there,” she said, pointing to a chair currently occupied by a woman in a white dress who was reading a book.

Alice remembered Rowan mentioning something about that woman, that, while she looked human, she was actually a ghost. Most likely a yokai.

The woman continued, “You can only sit there when she isn’t. She only gets up once a day to go to the bathroom, but be aware she has no concept of time, so it is unknown when exactly she will get up.”

“I see…”

“Once she does, and you sit there, the coffee is poured. Once it is done being poured, you will travel back in time. Once in the past, you can’t leave the chair. And you must return before the coffee gets cold.”

Alice nodded as the woman looked up toward the ceiling and counted her fingers. “Are there any more rules?” asked Alice. “Like, how does one get back to the present?”

“By finishing the coffee,” said a voice coming from behind.

A large man stood in the door frame and was eyeing Alice suspiciously. Was she some Western journalist trying to write an article on his cafe and time travelling? It wasn’t enough that a Japanese publication would bring that story back from the dead every once in a while, but if Westerners started that as well…

“Nagare… She’s here for the chair,” said the woman behind the counter.

He knew it!

“She knows someone who came here.”

Wait… what? That journalist can actually try…

“I’m not a journalist,” said Alice matter-of-factly.

“Oh! Really? Wait, how do you…?”

“You have a time-travelling chair. Do you really think it’s the only strange thing that exists in this world?” Alice knew this might be breaking the whole Statute of Secrecy thing, but these were Muggles with a magical chair. So it’s not like she was revealing some big secret by hinting she might read minds.

“Right… So, if you want to use the chair, you’ll still have to wait for…” started to say Nagare, but, as if on cue, the lady in the white dress stood up and headed for the bathroom. “Looks like now is your chance.”

“Is there anything else I should know?” she asked as she sat down on the chair.

“Let me see. You can only travel in this chair when the woman in white isn’t there; you can only go back to see someone who has visited this cafe; you cannot get up from this chair while you are in the past; you must finish your coffee before it gets cold to come back to the present; and whatever you do in the past, you won’t be able to change the present.”

“You mean I’m not allowed to change the present.”

“It’s not a question of being allowed or not… You just can’t.”

“So… If I were to shoot you in the head in the past and came back here to the present, you’d still be alive?”

Nagare nodded.

“Interesting… That’s why it’s safer…” she said, mostly to herself, as the woman with the big eyes carried a silver kettle and a coffee cup on a silver tray. She placed the cup in front of Alice and handed the kettle to the man.

The man looked at Alice, who gave him a slight nod. He started to pour the coffee slowly. Alice looked at this thin coffee thread flowing from the narrow spout of the kettle. As the coffee filled the cup, Alice stared at the liquid when she suddenly realized everything around her was starting to become indistinguishable from the dancing steam. In fact, she was beginning to feel like she was becoming steam herself. While the feeling wasn’t great, it was still better than a Portkey. She closed her eyes as becoming vapour was still a strange sensation, trying to concentrate on the day Rowan had visited.

The moment she felt like she was back to her solid self, she opened her eyes. She was still in the cafe, the big Japanese man named Nagare standing behind the counter. He looked a bit surprised to see a foreigner in that chair but didn’t say anything. He did look younger than the man she had seen pouring the coffee, so she knew she was really in the past.

CLANG-DONG

“Ohayoo gozaimasu!” she heard a familiar voice say.

Rowan. Alice couldn’t help but smile, but she felt her heart beat faster. She hadn’t seen Rowan since that faithful day. While she was thrilled to see her friend after so long, she figured Rowan would wonder why she was there. Or why she would come to visit her in the past. Even if she told her, the outcome wouldn’t change.

“Alice?” Rowan stared at her friend, who seemed different, older.

Alice felt her throat tighten. Getting all choked up wasn’t part of her plan. But what was her plan exactly? She wasn’t entirely sure. The only thing she thought of when she saw that coffee was to see if it really worked. And considering the only person she knew who visited that coffee was Rowan, perhaps her plan was to see her best friend who had left her too soon. Now that Rowan was in front of her, she didn’t know what to say. Whatever she said to her, it would not change her faith.

“I thought you were in France with… Wait a minute! You look much older than the last time I saw you! You come from the future! So that chair really works! Once you’re done, I’ll have to try it!” Rowan was beaming at the idea.

“You can only go back to see someone who’s been here before,” said Alice, looking away from that bright smile she hadn’t seen in years. It was hard to look into the eyes of someone you knew would die protecting her friends, who died because she was worried about you.

“What? That’s too bad. And very limiting. The number of people who can time travel here must be minute.”

“Indeed.” Alice just kept looking down.

Rowan looked at her with concern. “Are you okay? Did something bad happen in the future? Are you trying to prevent it?”

Alice let out a deep sigh. “You can’t change the present. That’s another one of the rules.”

“Wait, there are more rules?”

Alice quickly enumerated the rules to Rowan, holding the coffee cup between her hands. She could feel the heat quickly dissipating. She glanced toward the counter, but the man wasn’t there anymore. It was now just her and Rowan in the room, so she took out her wand and flicked it at the cup. She placed on hand on the side of the cup to check, but the temperature hadn’t changed.

“Looks like the rules bind even us,” observed Rowan. “Must be a magical artifact.” She leaned over the table to get a better look at the cup.

“Maybe, but it’s not like we have all the time in the world.”

“Right, you have to go back before it gets cold. Do you know what happens if you don’t?”

Alice shook her head, now looking straight at Rowan. She realized that this was her chance to change her last memory of her friend from one of a corpse to one of her, absorbed by some new magical mystery. That’s why they became best friends. Both were curious, but Rowan was more about researching books to find an answer, while Alice had a more hands-on approach. They complemented each other well. After her friend’s death, Alice’s modus operandi changed to incorporate some of Rowan’s processes. Alice had felt the need to fill that void left by her dear friend. And now here she was, looking like she was once again ready to crack open a book to figure out how this time travel worked.

Alice closed her eyes. She wanted to engrave this moment in her memory. This is how she should remember Rowan, her best friend.

“You better drink up to tell me how it all went!” exclaimed Rowan as she put her finger in the coffee. “That thing is about to get cold.” She added two spoons of sugar, knowing her friend didn’t like the bitterness of coffee.

“Tell you?”

“Of course! I’m the one who sent you to test it out, right?”

Whatever I say, it won’t change the present. Alice nodded, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. Oh, if she could go back to that time of innocence before she knew what would happen to Rowan. Part of her wanted to grab Rowan’s arm and bring her to the present. But she knew she had to let go, that dwelling on the past would only lead to more sorrow. She had to take this for what it was: a chance to create a new memory with a dear friend. This was more than she could have hoped for.

Before the tears could roll down her cheeks, she drank her coffee in one gulp. She coughed a little as she felt herself becoming vapour again. As her surroundings also turned into steam, she saw Rowan waving at her one last time.

Soon, the coffee came back into view sans Rowan. She took a deep breath, but her emotions were catching up to her. Her shoulders started shaking as tears rolled down her cheek, and she sniffled loudly, catching the attention of the woman with the big round eyes.

“Are you alright?” she asked, walking over with a box of tissues.

Alice nodded. While she was currently a blubbery mess, she was indeed okay. She had just been able to see her friend. To see her wave at her one last time with that big smile of hers. In a way, she had just been able to say goodbye to her friend. A real proper goodbye. Even if she wasn’t sure if Rowan saw her, she had waved back. She felt a sense of closure fall on her.

After her sobbing had calmed down, she went to pay for her coffee at the cash register, which looked as old as Dumbledore and left the coffee shop, thanking the owners as she passed through the door.

Blinded by the sunlight as she stepped outside, she didn’t see a redhead approaching her.

“Alice Beaumont! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you for an hour at the coffee shop!” exclaimed Tulip Karasu.

“Sorry, I must have gotten lost.”

“My coffee got cold while I waited,” grumbled Tulip.

Alice chuckled before she started to walk away as if in a daydream. “If only coffee never got cold… But I guess that’s not possible.”

A/N #2: I will admit that I originally had no intention of contributing anything to this month's theme, as the only thing that came to mind was Alice's first Quidditch match, and that fic is very far from even being written. But, as I was reading "Before the coffee gets cold" yesterday, I had a "what if" moment that I sorta felt fit the theme (maybe not so much the nerve part, but definitely the "anything's possible" bit). So this story is sort of a crossover between that book and HPHM that I don't really consider cannon within my own universe. Also, it was written the day before the last day of this month's challenge (because that's when I had my "what if" moment), therefore I'm well aware that it would probably need some more polishing. But I don't care. I haven't written a story for the pure sake of writing a story in a while, so this felt nice.

#hogwarts mystery #hp12mom #hphm #hphm mc #alice beaumont #rowan khanna #tulip karasu #before the coffee gets cold #crossover #fanfic