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rewritingcanon · 10 months

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ok here are some of the one part melbourne hpcc play highlights (part one only because i need to make two seperate posts… they’re too long together) in an attempted chronological order:

part one

first off, why so many dilfs? like not to be like this person about a family friendly play but seriously harry? draco? RON? RON RON RON OH MY GOD 🧎‍♀️ michael whalley please one chance

ron’s voice was very… mhmm. it was good.

harry got more attractive as he got more depressed too..

and also draco’s buttons and cuffs were sparkling and he had many silver rings on his fingers. ill leave it at that

anyways if we were to talk about actual content: the first train carriage scene was so gold omg. right before it started - karl sat down in scorpius’s carriage, seemed to realise who he was sitting with and then immediately this look of horror crossed over his face and he BOLTED away 😭😭 he ended up sitting with james sirius and craig loll

yann and polly were in a carriage together the cuties

also polly was in bicycle shorts the whole time. it was like a cloak and then just black bicycle shorts fr. idk if the actress just didnt have her pants or sum because i found out later that she was a cover (which is CRAZY because she played myrtle and polly so extremely well, she literally sounded exactly like myrtle im not kidding, aisha aidara has so much talent fr)

rose hostile side eye at scorpius when him and albus are talking for the first time i swearrrr shes so funny she was literally like this the entire time

rose looked so pleased with herself when she said “the rumour is that hes voldemort’s son! ☺️☺️” then she realises that both scorp and al are extremely uncomfortable and goes “😧😧😧well its not like its true! 😰 you clearly have a nose 😝” shes so funny bro

when albus was sorted into slytherin craig seemed to be the only one (besides scorpius) excited about it but then composed himself when he saw everyone else’s reactions

in wand dance (which is still the funkiest song of the whole score)— albus’s movement with his cloak wasnt as graceful as everyone else’s transitions in the dance, like he was messing up even that. he was more flinging it then twirling it around and his expression was one of a constant state of annoyance, like he’s aware he’s always messing up but he can’t change it because he doesn’t know how to. its why im grateful for sitting so close to the stage because i don’t think i would’ve recognised this (and other later acting i’ll talk about)

in between the first and second year with draco and harry mirroring each other was not gone unnoticed but was funny asf still.

like here’s harry trying to talk to his kid when karl runs up with his whole belly out wanting an autograph

and then you have draco who yann walks by once and he’s immediately glaring this boy down. like yann literally started ZOOMING AWAY 🏃‍♂️💨 bc draco’s intimidation tactics are so intense

scorpius sniffs rose twice whilst trying to flirt with her. w rizz.

the scene with amos, harry and albus was just ungh *chef’s kiss*

you can literally see the plan forming in albus’s head as he listens to them and his anger at his dad as he’s listening to them, harry’s discomfort at lying to amos whilst also being put to blame for cedric’s death yet again and amos’ bumbling confused pain. like idk george henare plays amos so well it was literally painful to watch

delphi’s eye makeup was so slay. tbh everything about her character was amazing

idk why i just noticed it but delphi literally acts like scorpius when her and albus first meet. awkward, unassuming, clumsy and nonthreatening and seemingly very sweet and funny. hmm.

if you take into account that she was in the background during the 9 3/4 scenes and have the opinion that she was planning on meeting albus for years, and observing him and his family the entire time, then she probably also purposefully tried to mimic the only person albus was known for getting along with, which was scorpius. HMMMM.

when delphi first meets harry she was smiling at him and looking at him with these wide eyes that can be mistaken for awe but as soon as she and amos were out of his line of sight and were leaving the stage she stopped smiling immediately but continued to look at him. the focus lights were off her and the scene was already changing but I NOTICED and it was fucking ominous

i could see how some of the effects worked when sitting up close. for instance i know that the incendio flames and the consequent fire were from tubes that were set into the pillars of st jeromes church. i could see some of the strings when things were flying around. bane’s two-body centaur was more noticeable and less smooth. when ron got kissed by the dementor i thought he was kissing back because he was discreetly holding the dementor by the waist 😭😭 then i realised he was hooking himself onto the dementor to be carried off

BUT there were some tricks that even i literally couldn’t explain and the one that comes to mind is when harry and ginny appeared in the bed during the post-nightmare bedroom scene. like how tf did that happen?? how????? i literally cannot think of anything besides the the actor and actress hiding in the mattress and then emerging BECAUSE LITERALLY HOW ELSE

ginny and harry slandering dumbledore in the bedroom scene 🫶🫶

draco looking at the audience like he’s ryan in the office every time harry says something. especially during the scene in the ministry meeting where harry says his scar is hurting. bro was so done with him.

when albus and scorpius were escaping the hogwarts express scorpius attempted to climb out onto the train’s roof first and he was sticking his leg out and pulling back in, and then sticking his leg out and pulling back in and then he turns to albus like 😧🫴 “i have never done this before bro” look on his face so albus pushes him away and just yanks himself out 💀

“my son is missing” “SO IS MINE” so good, the line delivery was perf

you know i’ve heard lots of people go on and on about how nyx calder plays the perfect scorpius and i totally get the hype now. even the way he stands is accurate to how i envision scorpius. and he’s always fidgeting with his hands, giving this impression of a cute little dorky german boy. his posture is always super straight and his hands are usually clasped which makes him look proper but awkward and very sweet, i love him, very superb acting through body language

speaking of which when amos was roasting the shit out of albus, scorpius looked so terrified. he was gripping albus’s robes and trying to pull him away 😭

“go to your room” being the first thing out of scorpius’s mouth to albus as soon as he’s polyjuiced as harry 💀

ron/albus tried to hide with scorp and delphi when hermione and harry were coming and they pushed him out of the office forcibly 😭😭

albus/ron was the number one instigator that whole scene was fucking funny and it was the first time i could watch it without cringing

when ron blocked the door from hermione he squatted and started t-posing in front of the door and went “im 🕺not🕺blocking🕺anything.” this whole scene was probably the funniest part of the play especially the “I WANT ANOTHER BABY OR A HOLIDAY AND I WILL INSIST ON IT”

also the line where hermione is like “there better not be another stink pellet in there” to ron/albus is replaced by “there better not be another romantic firework display in there” i love them sm

when ron/albus said to hermione that she married ron because of his “puckish sense of fun,” he was saying it a little flatly with this big awkward smile on his face and he was double thumbs-upping her. it looked so fourteen year old core lmfaooo

scorpius started hyperventilating on the ground when delphi and albus got swallowed by the book case and literally started crawling on all fours like *pat pat pat* cmon scorpius *pat* think!! *pat pat*

scorpius standing in between both albus and delphi talking… farther off in the forbidden forest as they were laughing. he looked so defensive like his hands were clenched and his whole body was tense, and when delphi said “wizzo” it seemed to snap scorpius out of whatever he was thinking and he went up to them and said (very sharply, mind you) “what’s wizzo?” like that’s HIS catchphrase. bro was jealoussssss heheeehehe

and when albus quizzed delphi instead of scorpius like usual, scorpius looked like he had been slapped

then when delphi said “im flattered but do you honestly think i can pass as a student” to albus scorpius started shaking his head aggressively and not so inconspicuously doing the cut-it-out hand gesture to albus 😭😭

when delphi kissed albus, scorpius flinched… and then slowly put his own cheek out and delphi literally was like “mmm no” 😭

scorpius said “you look sweaty and red” to albus after the kiss, it didnt sound light-hearted like the other times it did when i saw the play, but accusatory. hmm. interesting.

scorpius also said “sweaty and red” instead of “pale and red” like the script and i might be biased and reading too much into it, but i was thinking about why they might change something so minuscule. maybe because “sweaty” gives a grosser connotation then “pale,” and i genuinely think in this revised version of the play albus isn’t supposed to have a crush on delphi

when scorpius and albus are alone together looking at the school, and talking about how beautiful it is and how they each view their lives at present, scorpius was looking out at the view the whole time but halfway through the scene albus stops looking at the view and starts looking at scorpius instead!!! um!!! with this very soft look on his face as well, until they’re interrupted by hearing their parents come. guys. im not kidding. its so gay usually but up close the play is even worse my jaw was dropping.

albus’s “ZORRY HERZMIONE I ZINK HE HAZ GOZZEN YOU MIZZED WIZZ ZUMUN ELZZZE” in bad german accents and scorpius’s very manly, very loud “YEZZZZ 👹💪”

when albus and scorpius got caught by harry and co. albus went “hi dad 😙” and his voice was so high, bro was scared 😭😭

i have to think about whether i miss gryffindor albus or not. maybe. i think i kinda do bc it shows how albus being a loser isn’t dependent on his house (and neither is his connection to scorpius). but yeah that whole plotline was scrapped and albus just remained in slytherin in this timeline.

when harry told albus to stay away from scorpius, harry tried to leave it at that and leave but albus started to chase harry out of the hospital because bro was that desperate. his feet were literally bare (im pretty sure this is in the script too but seeing it live is so… god.)

the seperate scene where ron and hermione meet each other in private at the top of the staircase is merged with the scene where albus meets the new not-funny ron. and they both meet on top of the staircase with the light spotlighting them, and its very clear that they are in love with each other

hermione is about to walk off when ron calls her back and she immediately turns around and goes right back to him, her face is so happy 😭

and its so sad because this whole scene mirrors scorpius and albus so exactly in the staircase ballet. like if not in love, why mirroring ron and hermione throughout the play? (even in dark world, which i’ll get into later…)

anyways, staircase ballet: scorpius and albus stare at each other total of three times. and when i mean stare, i mean the light reflects off of them and they are frozen in prolonged silence (longing). once when the staircases meet, another when albus is on the ground and scorpius is at the top of the staircase, unreachable from him. last time is when the staircases stop at a cross section, and they’re standing, looking at each other. and from my angle i could see albus’s face the best, and i feel like it could be interpreted by either seeming apologetic or desperate, either way there was this very pleading look on his face.

they both froze when the saw each other and still look on the verge of moving to one another and then the staircases move off as soon as scorpius starts walking towards him.

albus looks so disappointed because HE WANTED SCORP TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE because he’s too scared to do it himself. he ends up just sitting on the staircase and dropping his bag beside him in defeat, and looking away. scorpius still stands and watches albus go off. yah its as queer as i remember it. glad this wasnt cut.

draco was fixing and adjusting the furniture whilst duelling harry. idk if the furniture just wasnt on the mark on stage but it was fucking adorable. he kept fixing the chairs up and then patting it nervously ☹️ idc if it wasn’t intentional it seemed in character to me for him to just be a total busybody even in the midst of a duel

ginny’s micro-expressions at draco when he talks about how lonely he felt at school were amazing. harry looked a little uncomfortable when he was speaking but ginny looked really sympathetic to him, and draco notices this and thats why he speaks on “i know you must feel the same ginny” and shes like “i do” which immediately changes harry’s discomfort to shock, then i feel like he starts taking draco seriously

seen the play three times and during the fight scene with scorpius and albus, scorpius has acted differently each time. first time, scorpius was literally sobbing when talking to him, second time he was literally screaming at him in anger, third time he was just disappointed asf in him. i think this time was the best for his characterisation but god it hurt each time

mcgonagall’s “if i didn’t see you, then i didn’t see you” and she does this big over-exaggerated shrug and starts creeping away like a cartoon character to insinuate to albus and scorpius that shes leaving. i love her 😭

also when albus and scorpius were talking about their next plan i realised their bags are so different: albus has this raggedy big ass brown messenger bag and scorpius has this shiny, small, flashy, zesty little pouch. there are two types of gays.

myrtle was literally hitting on scorpius lmfao scorpius was just like 😨 the entire time

and of course myrtle’s “hello draco 😏 heloooooo harryyy 😻” nah because i get her

craig is such a fucking busy body he was trying to manage harry, ginny, draco AND mcgonagall and only stopped when draco pushed him away and death glared him 😭

erm why was umbridge hot asf. idfk the dark world looks really good on her guys

here’s part two

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tmvoldemort · 4 months

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"Leave me, now.”

Which concluded his conversation with the child. No longer a child. Delphini had matured to a reasonable age. Mindful in her actions and competent with a wand. Those were the only sort he bothered with. Useful members to sociality and to his own ends.

Voldemort looks down at the top of her bow head.

“I shall call upon you when it is time.”

How much she looks like her.

The Dark Lord turns his gaze. Fixed upon a random spot in the distance. As she linger, her lips silently whisper back their conversation. Making up her own checklist.

‘Tis a good thing too. Being born a girl-child and looking like his favorite. He doubted he had patience for the opposite. How dreadful to be stared at by the past. Or worse by his father.

Still she had much more of himself in her. It was disturbing to see. Catching glimpses of it as he spied on her movements. Not just the obvious on leading a band of his generals. Nor her growing personal signature with magic. There were more secretive sorts of gestures. Mimics of his own. Ones he had long since unlearned. Or learn to mask.

Delphi made him confront some ugly truths.

Did he make such faces when frustrated or feeling singled out? For that was not Bellatrix mannerisms. Was that old Tom who looked for reassures? Or that dark turn of an eye. The change of mood when wrong. That one he was sure was him.

Not all were so frightful.

There was something comforting about having another in the know. A familiarity to the same strengths and woes. One who shared a tongue. But also who knew what it was like to grow up alone. That had the same pitiful start in the world.

Was it always their lot to suffer such? Or had she been made to suffer for his sins?

Selfish as it was, he preferred it. Least now Voldemort didn’t feel so alien. There were two in this world singled out. Both grown up lost and unwanted. Only now the world whispers about this cursed child.

A fate she could easily blame him for. Yet she doesn’t. Just like he hadn’t blamed his own father, at first, only a burning desire to seek him out. Tearing apart the world to look for him. Only Delphi had liked who she found. Leaving him on unsure footing.

He was not fit to be a father. A monster, yes. The head of the wizardry world. It seems easier to consider her just Bellatrix’s child. Or Bella the second. His new favorite, his Augurey, rather than his child.

With a pop Delphi had disappeared from sight.

Poor cursed child, he thinks. Once you're an orphan you never truly stop being one. Even with a father who wants you.

#rp meme #unknown verse #//Oof rather tame but who let this fool have a kid #//Like giving a chimp a knife

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shah-writes · 3 years

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mirror monster

for the @hp-fearfest day 6 prompt: in the forbidden forest. cw: body horror and general creepiness. | on ao3

The Forbidden Forest is haunted by ghosts and monsters, crammed into every shadow. Draco’s not afraid. Not of them.

He stands in a clearing, surrounded by dark trees. He sees it again, from the corner of his eye. A flash of white. He should have known better than to tempt fate.

It creeps closer. It rests at the tree line now. If it wants Draco, it’ll have to face him, in the open. The grass whispers. It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s here—

“Hey!”

Harry stomps toward him, happy and sweet. There’s chocolate on his lower lip. “You okay?” He calls. His charmed bunny ears droop to the left. His sticky hand finds Draco’s waist, his lips Draco’s cheek. “You didn’t find any,” he points out.

Draco looks down at his own empty basket, then at Harry’s, filled with colorful eggs and wrapped candies. “Oh,” he replies.

“Here, I’ll give you some of mine,” Harry says generously. He picks out prettily painted eggs—pink, purple, red—and places them gently in Draco’s basket. He sways lightly, knocking his shoulders into Draco’s.

“Potter, are you drunk?”

Harry laughs loudly and Draco winces, glancing again at the tree line.

“Well, there’s Firewhiskey in some of them. And be careful,” he leans in close again, “some of the eggs are hexed. Luna takes trick-or-treat very seriously.”

Draco turns back confusedly. “It’s Easter, not Halloween.”

Harry places both hands on Draco’s shoulders and peers into his eyes seriously. “It’s Luna, Malfoy.”

Draco shakes him off. “Right,” he mumbles, “Loony Luna.” Loony Luna, who set an Easter Egg Hunt in the Forbidden Forest.

There’s movement again in the trees. A slight rustling in the long grass, accompanied by a shining white, like a mirror held up toward the clearing.

Harry settles on the ground, legs crossed, picking an Easter egg apart gently. “Hey, uh, remember first-year, when Dumbledore sent us here for detention?” He laughs again. “What the hell was he thinking?”

Draco grimaces. He doesn’t remember coming in, but he remembers leaving, running and running, frightened and free.

It shifts again, out of the periphery and into Draco’s eyeline. A dark silhouette against the sunlight. Draco can’t see its face yet, but feels the weight of its gaze. It stares at Draco, only at Draco.

Harry sees it now. He stands slowly. “Who is that?” He asks softly, peering intently into the forest to get a better look.

Draco stares back at it. A challenge, ten years in the making.

Harry’s sobered up, cautious. He steps out in front of Draco, shielding him, one hand outstretched and another hand on his wand.

“Sir?” He calls out. “I’m Auror Potter, come forward please.”

It’s coming, it’s coming, the grass murmurs.

“It’s coming,” Draco repeats, his eyes fixed on the form emerging from the shadows.

Harry turns toward him. “What?”

“The reckoning,” Draco whispers.

It steps into the light and advances quickly, stopping just a few paces away. It breaks into a wide grin, leering at Draco.

Harry stumbles back, stunned and speechless.

It looks as expected, an image Draco has seen every day, and yet, he’s repulsed. He inspects it closely.

Its white-blond hair, long and caked with dirt and worms. Its grey eyes, crying red tears. It’s not used to the light after ten years, shrouded in the forest’s darkness. Its smile, yellowed and filthy, but a curve that mimics Draco’s own lips. Its aristocratic face and neck and hands, covered in scars they were never meant to bear.

It is Draco’s mirror image, underneath the grief and torment.

It wipes its face, smearing its bloody tears across its sallow cheeks.

“Potter, stand back,” Draco commands.

“Potter,” it rasps, its tongue sharp over old syllables. It hasn’t spoken in years, having stopped nine-and-a-half years ago, when it finally tired of screaming for help.

“Draco—” Harry gasps.

They both turn and Draco’s surprised that it still reacts to that name. That’s my name, he thinks viciously.

“What— what is this?”

It reaches toward Potter, desperate, overwhelmed. Draco clenches his jaw.

“First-year detention was 10 years ago, right?” Draco asks.

Harry nods, still staring at the clone.

“The Malfoy you came here with never left.” Draco’s lip curls upward. “I did.”

very much inspired by Jordan Peele’s Us (2019) which has an ending that i think about on a near everyday basis

#if this scared you like it scared me just remember harry is watching all this unfold with lil bunny ears #an icon truly #someone pls draw this scene w bunny harry in the background #inspired by us (2019)#hpfearfest2021 #hpfearfest #shah-writes #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #cw: body horror #cw: general creepiness

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hogwartslivy · 3 years

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That Moment.

James x Lily

“I’ll…” She cleared her throat and tried to swallow the lump that had gathered as she had watched him fly, “I’ll help you out.”

James’ head whipped around, his hair catching in the breeze and falling into his eyes. He ran a hand through it. Sirius was already on his feet, “Thank you, Evans. My hero.”

It was late afternoon, almost evening, on a Thursday. Meer hours after their last exam finished, James had dragged Sirius to the pitch so he could practice running drills. We can do this over summer, Sirius had whined as they crossed the grounds. I don’t have a full sized pitch at home, James retorted. Sirius had muttered a just about under his breathe and James had shot him a darkened look. Sirius gave in, as James knew he would, and draped himself over the seats atop one of the taller stands.

The sun was sinking and Hogwarts was drenched in the golden hue of a summer afternoon. The grass of the pitch was even, freshly cut, and loose shavings of grass were lifted as the evening breeze swept the grounds. Above was streaked with red and orange. Clouds floated lazily; although not nearly enough of them were present to block out the moon, which sat low in the sky as it started to ascend. The Black Lake was disturbed by ripples; partly from the breeze but partly from the feet of scattered students along it’s bank, most of whom had been desperate to escape the confines of classrooms, common rooms, and libraries alike.

She had watched, from the stand over, as Black stretched lazily. His wand flicked carelessly from left to right, catching the quaffle in an easy charm. She watched as he guided it slowly back to the centre of the pitch, this time flicking his wand up and realising the ball into free fall. James Potter raced after it and Lily studied him; the way his eyes narrowed as his watched the quaffle rise into the air, the way his body covered the broom as he pushed forward, and the flex the muscles across his shoulders and down his arms as he snatched it from the air and tucked it into himself. Her breath caught in her throat when he ripped his shirt off a few rounds in. He tucked it roughly into his back pocket.

“Oi, Potter!” James’ body turned in the air, and he slowed as he got closer to Sirius, “Can we go now? I’m tired, and hungry, and bored.”

Lily hesitated, but snapped her book shut and was moving before she really knew where she was moving to. Their voices came back into her range as she neared to top of the stand.

“A few more Pads, please?” James threaded a hand through his hair. It didn’t help.

“Prongs, mate, you’re good. You know it, I know it, the whole fucking school knows it. Can we please…” Sirius gestured to the door, and unknowingly to Lily leaning against a wall.

“I’ll…” She cleared her throat, trying to swallow the lump that had gathered as she had watched him fly, “I’ll help you out.”

James’ head whipped around, his hair catching in the breeze and falling into his eyes. He ran a hand through it. Sirius was already on his feet, “Thank you, Evans. My hero.”

Before James could protest his departure, Sirius had disappeared through the empty stands. Lily watched the door he had exited through, listening to the heavy thumps as Sirius cleared a few steps at a time. She turned back to James who was watching the same door. Before he could say anything, Lily was moving to occupy Sirius’ spot in the stand, curling her feet beneath her as she sat. James remained motionless as he hovered in the air but his eyes followed her movements, and his brows knitted together. Silently, Lily raised her wand and began to mimic Sirius’ movement. She held the quaffle steady in the centre of the pitch and waited for him to move. He stared at her; hair messier then ever, t-shirt still hanging out of his back pocket.

Lily held his gaze.

After a moment, or what could have been a lifetime to her, he shook his head. She tilted her head slightly as he pulled the shirt from his back pocket and threw it over the barrier, his lips had tugged upwards with a slight shade of red crawling up his neck. But the training went on. He performed drill after drill, feigned formation after formation. She paid more attention to his movements. She learnt which hoop he was aiming for depending on the path he took down the pitch, and picked up the quaffle moments after James sailed it through. After Sirius’ lazy reactions, Lily’s dedication to getting the ball to the centre before he was ready had him dripping in sweat soon enough. If she wanted to test his speed, by god he had been determined to break records.

The sun was sitting as low as it dared by the time James gave it up. They had been there for over an hour, James drenched and Lily now standing at the barrier with one hand clutching her wand and the other folded amongst the fabric of James’ discarded shirt; accidentally? it must have been, had to be. He caught the quaffle as she released it from the charm she’d held it in. The ball was old, faded, and heavy with the memories of James’ childhood and of pitching it across his makeshift field back home towards his father. He landed next to her, collapsing onto one of the benches as his feet hit the solid wood of the stands.

“Well played,” He eyed her hand, still clutching his shirt. Lily followed his gaze, releasing her grip on the shirt, “Sorry.”

I’ll probably never wash that shirt again, James thought to himself as he shook his head at her, “Don’t apologise. No harm done, t-shirt’s still in one piece.” He lent forward, pulling it from the barrier. He was still soaked in sweat but he had known that sitting shirtless in the presence of Lily Evans probably wasn’t his smartest idea. His eyes closed as he leaned back. The evening breeze washed over him but nothing was calming enough to slow the fast rhythm pounding inside his chest that could only ever be set off by the presence of Lily Evans.

“You play spectacularly… you’re effortless out there.” She leaned against the barrier and crossed her arms over her chest. He cracked an eyelid, just the one, to look at her.

“Never seen a game, Evans?” He said. His eyes closed again, “Not very Gryffindor pride of you.”

“Of course I have,” She watched her feet now, “Just never seen you so… so up close.”

He’s sure she could hear the thumping as his heart beat rapidly against his chest. He tried to steady himself, painting a familiar smirk across his lips, “Was that a compliment, Miss Evans? And without witnesses… no one is going to believe me.”

An easy smile crossed her face. She felt his eyes on her and glanced up to meet them. They stared at each other for a moment. James’ hand twitched for a run through his hair, but he held it still, and Lily fought the need to tug on the end of her untucked shirt.

Without dropping his gaze Lily moved forward, “Hungry?”

James let out a low whistle at the mention of a meal. He nodded, letting out a laugh as he threw his broom over his shoulder and tucked the battered quaffle under his arm. She descended the stairs first, but glanced back every so often, so much so that it had given James the impression she was ensuring that he was still behind her. Like he would want to leave this moment any time soon, he had thought to himself.

He revelled in the quiet and comfortable silence that settled between. He didn’t speak again until the were metres away from the oak front doors, “Any summer plans?”

She glanced at him, “Not really. A wedding I think. I hope to see Marlene… but she’s been so enthralled with Black lately that who knows.”

“The two of them make me a little queasy if I’m honest.” He rolled his eyes as he fiddled with the quaffle under his arm. He muttered, “A real life, love sick dog.”

Lily, not wanting to loose the topic of summer, pushed the curious comment aside, “What about you?”

“The boys will be round, probably for the entire summer it’s looking like,” She felt that same easy smile cross her face as she watched James’ light up at the thought of his friends and their summer plans, “Probably means I’ll see a lot of Marlene… You could always come by if you want. We have plenty of space and Mum and Dad love having people at the house, and it means that you’ll get to see Marlene at least… and well, Rem and Pete are good quality for a bit of marco/polo in the pool when they’ve had a bit to drink. All safe of course, we are respon-”

“I’d love to.” She interrupted.

He looked up, “Sorry?”

“I said, I’d love to.” They were still now. Darkness covered the grounds and the only light illuminating their faces came from the door that had stood slightly ajar.

“Oh,” He adjusted the broom on his shoulder.

“I don’t have too…” Her gaze dropped to her feet again.

The quaffle hit the ground as James reached out to place a hand on her arm, “No. Of course you should come. I meant it, we have plenty of space. It’d be good to… I only mean… I would love to see you over summer.”

Their eyes met, and for the third time that evening, neither of them felt the need to look away. Without much thinking involved, James’ thumb started to trace mismatched patterns on her arm. His hand still gripped her skin softly. She was unsure who had closed the gap between the two of them, but they stood only a breath from each other now.

As a gaggle of laughing voices jolted them back into reality, one of the doors pushed open and light from the castle flooded over them. James jumped backwards, hand falling from her arm and the evening breeze commanding the space between them again. He bent to retrieve the fallen quaffle, cursing whoever had come through the door at that moment. Lily turned her back to James, trying to slow her beating heart by taking a few calculated deep breaths, and she watched as the group of fifth years spilled into the grounds. They lit a few floating lanterns, and she found herself wishing she was the type of prefect to give out a detention for something as small, and as trivial, as magic outside of class, especially when it wasn’t hurting anyone. Well, expect for her and that moment.

“Fifth years…” James said, “Reckon they run the place.”

She laughed, “Ah, so did you and your gang of marauders.”

His eyes narrowed, teasing, “You can’t use our own name against us Evans. That makes it too easy.” She shook her head and fell silent.

He adjusted the broom on his shoulder again, and she eyed it nervously, “So, summer…” Lily started.

“Yes. Summer.” James replied, turning to head into the castle.

“Do you reckon you could teach me how to fly a broom?” Something in his eyes flashed, a grin painted across his lips and he choked back a laugh. The question was loaded, she knew that. If she was honest, it hadn’t even been on her mind, thinking more of the days by the pool he’d mentioned with a drink or two to loosen her tongue and give her some of that infamous Gryffindor courage.

But if it meant that they could get that moment back, then she’d get on a broom as many times as needed.

“You want a ring with that, Evans?” He held the door for her and she slipped under his arm into the entrance hall.

“Excuse me?” That smile was back; one that she had come to realise belonged only to him.

“It’s just… you want a ring with that request?” His eyes twinkled, pure joy etched in his features.

“Reckon we could start with a old fashion date first?” She leaned into him, reaching on her toes to place an easy kiss on his cheek, “I’ll give the ring some serious thought. Promise.”

Flushed red, and a little elated that she had been able to get the last word in, Lily turned away and started for the stairs. She didn’t turn again when he called after her, “Summer then?”

She reached the top of the stairs, “Summer,” she smiled, catching his gaze once more before disappearing.

#jily fic #jily #lily evans #james x lily #james potter #the marauders #hogwartslivywritesdrabbles #marauders scrapbook #hogwarts 1976/77

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kenganparadise · 3 years

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As much as I love Ohma I also adore and love cosmo so may I humbly request a cosmo x adorable fem reader smut/nsfw where he’s her best friend and he’s trying to teach her the basics of sex and stuff since she’s a virgin and new to sex and she gets frustrated and just asks him to be her first time since she trusts him and I picture him to be a switch but for the sake of this can he be a soft dom with a size kink and likes to praise her for doing so well and In the heat of the moment they confess they love each other and have a blissful filled night ꈍ .̮ ꈍ

UGH ANON. I normally don’t feel much writing for the mushroom boy but this!! THIS! THIS!!!!

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

Cosmo didn’t know how to feel about his situation, he feels awkward with his best friend- and longtime crush asking him all these questions. Though you didn’t know what was coursing though his mind. You looked at the medical diagram again. “So the penis gets hard and gets bigger?” You scratch your chin. “Just how much bigger are we talking about?” You ask him, cocking your head to the side. God you looked so cute asking such a strange question. “I- I don’t know it’s different for every guy!” Cosmo says, he’s frustrated beyond content. He’s been trying to give you the birds and bees talk for over an hour now and you’re still not grasping it. “How does it feel exactly?” You ask another question with those cute owl eyes of yours. “Ah! I can’t exactly answer that, you’re an adult! Go to a novelty store, buy some toy that can answer that question!!” He says scratching at his hair. You sigh deeply, then get lost in thought. Cosmo takes a deep breath. “Cosmo.” Calling his attention towards you, he can see that your cheeks are flushed red. “Can you show me?” You ask innocently. “H-huh?!” He blinks at you. “What... did you just say?” You sigh deeply. “Well I mean. You’ve been my bestie for a long time. I trust you! And what if you were the one who took my virginity!” You say, you’re eyes locked in his. Cosmo’s heart leaps in his chest. He sputters then tries to regain composure. “I- just! Let me gather a couple things! Meet me at my place tonight at 7!” He says as he picks up his bag. “Huh? O-okay!” You wave him goodbye as he leaves your house.

Cosmo goes to his local adult novelty store. He goes trough the isles picking out things he’ll need for your night together. Condoms and plenty lube- but wait? What are your allergies? What if he picks out something you’re allergic to?! He picks up every type of lube and makes sure to buy latex free condoms. He passes the vibrator isle and picks up a nice wand. He prepares for your night together. He’s lucky he just fought a match just last week, because he spent the wad on lube alone. He runs back to his house full speed- not before stopping to buy a nice scented candle. Once home he begins frantically cleaning his whole room. He changes the sheets on his bed, and double checks to make sure nothing is out of place. He lights the candle then jumps in the shower. He uses the most potent manliest smelling soap to scrub himself head to toe. Every inch of his body is scrubbed raw. He studies his pubes in the mirror, he’s never manscaped before. He trims it till it looks nice and well kept. He spends ample time in his closet, studying each pair of his underwear, no stains, no tears, they have to be prefect. Cosmo throws on his nicest, cleanest smelling clothes just as you ring the doorbell.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greets you, trying to sound like he didn’t just run to hell and back. You smile and greet him back, but you could barely hide the nervousness that filled your gut. Your stomach felt heavy almost. “Well... uh are you ready or do you wanna order food? Or watch a movie?” He scratches the back of his neck. “Let’s do it now.” You say with a determined look on your face. He nods. Excitement and nervousness filled both of your guts as you climb the stairs to Cosmo’s room. He opens the door for you- what a gentleman. Right when you step inside you can’t help but snort out a laugh. “W-what?! What’s so funny?” Cosmo panics. “N-no it’s just- I don’t think your room has ever been this clean before!” You laugh, a smile creeps on Cosmo’s face as well. He chuckles with you. He goes and sits on the bed, he pats a place next to him. You join him as he picks up a bag or two. He dumps them out on the bed. There were maybe 15 different types of lube and condoms before you. “I... didn’t know... your allergies.” He timidly says. You two bust out laughing again. It takes a while before the two of you calm down enough to pick out a bottle. “Here... this one. The packaging looks promising.” You say, picking up a bottle of lube. Cosmo nods. A comfortable silence fills the air. Cosmo breaks the silence “Um right then I guess we should start.” He lifts his shirt over his head, his muscular body is presented before you. Cosmo grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging on it, asking for permission. You nod and lift your hands up, letting him remove your clothing. Finally you’re naked before him, he removes his pants and the boxers he took so long to pick out.

“I think it would be best if you laid on your back.” He orders. You do just that, you feel shy being nude next to him, he fumbles around in one of his bags. “Can you... spread your legs for me?” He asks blushing. You’re shy as you do. Your blushing as he looks over your body. “Beautiful.” He whispers just under his breath. You just barely catch it, but it makes you feel a lot better. Out of the bag he pulls out the little vibrator he bought. “Remember if you wanna stop at any time let me know, and we’ll stop, no questions asked.” He stares directly into your eyes, you nod. His attention is turned back to between your legs. “Alight, can you spread them a little further?” He asks. You do, giving him a good view. He placed the round end on your clit. He switches it on to the lowest setting, you gasp audibly as he does. “You okay?” He asks, you nod quickly. He pushed the vibrator down further onto your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your pussy, your pelvis, even your tummy is eloped with waves of pleasure. You gasp again as he turn it up a notch. He grips his cock in his hand, the sight of you in pleasure has gotten him riled up, he pumps himself gently. “Y/N... you look really beautiful like this.” He says with half lidded eyes. “Cosmo!! This feels so good! Mmh!!” You cry. You grip the sheets below you. He jerks himself off quicker now. He turns the vibrator up again, Causing you to whine loudly. Your legs begin shaking. You see Cosmo stroking himself, the lust is clouded in his eyes. He licks his lips. You wrap your fingers around his dick, you mimic him, giving it gentle slow strokes. His breath catches in his throat seeing your pretty hand wrapped around his dick. His hand goes to your pussy, he prods a finger in, making you gasp once again. In and out he pushes his finger, till your nice and slick, he adds another. Two fingers curl inside you, along with the vibrator was a sensory overload. You feel something deep within your pelvis, a pressure is building, you don’t know exactly what is is you’ve never felt anything like this before. You let go of Cosmo’s dick. The muscles in your gut tighten more and more, becoming compacted and knotted up. The pressure built more and more until- you throw your head back and scream as you experience your first earth-shattering orgasm. Your legs are tense as they shake uncontrollably, your pussy convulses, Cosmo does his best to help you ride it out. You back arches off the bed. Slowly you come down from your high, you still try to buck your hips. That felt so fucking good, you’ve never experienced a feeling like that. You catch your breath and try to rack your brain around the euphoric experience you just had. Cosmo tucks the vibrator away. “Cosmo-“ “Take as long as you need you-“ “I want you! I want you now please!” You beg. He nods frantically, scrambling to find a condom and the lube you picked out. He coats himself, then he lines his hips up with yours. Cosmo holds his breath as he pushes himself inside. You wince feeling a new stretch. He chokes feeling how warm and tight your are. You wrap your legs around his hips, Cosmo leans down and hugs you, nesting his face in your neck. Your hands rest on his back. His hips begin moving slowly in slow but deep thrusts. You moan, feeling movement inside you. His hips slowly pick up speed. “Hah- you feel so nice, Y/N.” He grunts. You smile into his neck. In and out he pumps his cock, sweat has built up by now, Cosmo begins groaning and grunting in your ear, you claw at his back. “Ugh-you’re doing so well- Ah- Y/N!” He moans. You stifle back a whimper. “F-faster!” Is all you can say. He obeys you, pulling his cock into your sopping pussy. Your toes curl in the air. He won’t last much longer. He’s dreamt of this moment for so long, you have no idea how many times he’s masturbated to the thought of you. His hand travels down your belly to rub at your clit. You moan loudly as he does, he’s rough when massaging it. You feel that tightening pressure in your pelvis again. “Yes! Yes! Cosmo! Like that don’t stop!” You sob. That wonderful

feeling is coming back. The tightening and pulsating. Cosmo focuses all his energy on making you cum again. “Cosmo! Ugh! I love you!” You cry out as that knot snaps and your brought to a shaking moaning mess. Cosmo presses his lips sloppily to yours, he swallows all of your cries and moans. The tightening and convulsing of your walls around his dick milk out his own orgasm. He groans loudly, dick twitching inside you. Slowly the two of you come down from your releases, Cosmo rolls over. He pulls off the condom, tying it and throwing it away. The two of your are a sweaty heaving mess. Cosmo cocks his head towards you, “Did... you mean it? Or.. did you just say that in the heat of the moment?” He asks, he has to know the answer. “H-huh? Oh... yeah... I meant it.” You know exactly what he’s referring to. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.” He’s got stars in his eyes, you laugh. He puts his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. His lips press to your sweaty forehead. The two of you enjoy each others company for a little while longer before a nice hot bath.

#cosmo imai #nasty

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oathofoaksart · 3 years

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YOUNG JUSTICE OC: KITSUNE

bio under the cut!

BASICS Name: Leiko Ara A.K.A: Kitsune; Lei, Kit, L.A [only by Charlie] Age: 16 [S1 Era], 21 [S2 Era] Gender: Cisgender Female Orientation: Grayromantic Bisexual

Skin: Fair Hair: Plum-Black Eyes: Black, fully golden and slit-pupiled as Kitsune Height: 5'6”, 6’1” in platforms Build: Lithe, built like a dancer Distinctions: Distinctly pretty. Sharpened canines and nails. A sharp dresser, obviously wealthy, rarely seen without some type of heel.

RELATIONS Parents: Ryuu Ara and Cho Miyamotou [estranged] Siblings: N/A Friends: Wally “Kid Flash” West, Zatanna Zatara, M’gann “Miss Martian” M’orzz, Raquel “Rocket” Irving, Kaldur’ahm “Aqualad”, Dick “Robin” Grayson, Conner “Superboy” Kent, Artemis Crock, Haley Overbea [OC] Partner/s: Wally “Kid Flash/Flash III” West (ev. post-S3) Misc.: Charles “Scribe” Jenson [OC], Penelope “Poppet” Caskett [@PoltergeistPrincessa] Affiliations: The Spiral, The Team

PERSONALITY Personality Type: ENTP-A [Assertive Debater] Temperament: Choleric-Sanguine Alignment: Chaotic Good Clever | Self-Assured | Driven | Arrogant | Spiteful

Aristocratic in both upbringing and nature, Leiko likes to carry herself with regality. Her confidence and well-honed charm makes her a popular figure among her school peers, even though she keeps everyone at a cool arm's length. Her social aloofness leaves her with little to no close friends, which she figures is just as well, since she finds friends to be a waste of time.

Around others in the heroic scene, Leiko allows herself to show off. She’s known for her theatrical and flamboyant attitude, topped with a haughtiness she cares little to subdue. She’s assertive, witty, and adores a challenge. She lets this completely unfurl as the vain and dramatic Kitsune, who views the world as her stage and anyone watching her audience.

Leiko struggles with unlearning a deep-seated cynicism against others and is often skeptical of actions claimed to be done out of good will, which clashes with the ethics of heroism. Her grasp on empathy leaves much to be desired as well; she can be condescending, sharp, and impatient when the situation calls for exactly the opposite.

Still, steadily Leiko finds herself learning humility, trust, and care from her teammates, along the way forming friendships no Swiss bank account could buy.

ABILITIES AND WEAKNESSES

Powers and Abilities:

Physiology:

Lei doesn’t possess a human soul, but of that of her namesake, a kitsune. Her “soul” is instead a Hoshi no Tama, usually referred to as her soul bead. It is a fist-sized pearl that resides within her body. This is the source of her magic as well as her heightened physical attributes.

Enhanced Senses: Lei demonstrates fox-like senses. She sees just as well at night as she does during the day, hears better than a normal human, and has a better sense of smell. This doubles in the supernatural side, she can see, hear, and smell beyond the mortal plane.

Enhanced Physiology: Lei exhibits above-average speed, strength, endurance and rarely if ever comes down with diseases, viruses and the like.

Onmyodo: A traditional Japanese occultism

Illusion Magic: Lei’s strongest suit is her hold over illusion spells. Using a variety of paper charms, mirrors, physical cues, written and verbal spells, she's able to create confusion over her opponent. These illusions range from visual to audial, making it difficult to rely on one's own senses. Her illusions are often grandiose, jarringly colorful, with nods to the overall aesthetic influence of traditional Japanese art forms. In turn makes her relatively immune to similar tactics.

Barriers: Can alternately use barriers as a sort of defense or a barring mechanism. Barriers set up by paper charms are stronger and more durable than barriers set by simple verbal spells, however combining both techniques grants the best results.

Pyrokinesis: Lei’s kitsunebi is a mystic fire she can conjure in the form of pillars and spheres. Notably different to “mortal” flame, as it burns exclusively supernatural/otherworldly beings, but brings the sensation of weakness and illness to the human body.

Weapons and Inventory:

Enchanted Parasol:

Kit’s go-to weapon. By reaching over her shoulder, the same way one would unsheath a sword, her oil paper parasol materializes into her hand in a burst of flame. It serves both as a defensive and offensive tool.

Closed: While in her hands it doesn’t appear to weigh any more than a regular parasol, in combat it carries an inexplicable weight, able to break concrete. She uses it as a melee weapon, much like a bat or a club. Kit also uses it as a makeshift wand/staff, for bigger and more complex spells. And a favorite stun tactic of hers is to mimic pumping the action to a shotgun, aiming her parasol and “firing” it. It creates a momentary illusion of being “shot” to whomever her target may have been.

Open: Popping it open creates a quick-time personal shield, able to deflect various attacks and withstand a fair amount of explosive power. Ducking behind it obscures her from her opponent and she uses this window of time to work up a spell. Spinning the canopy of her parasol causes momentary dizziness. When jumping off of highland, the parasol allows Kit to glide for long distances (the amount of time and smoothness of the glide suffers when another person is in tow).

Ofuda: These paper charms can be used as delayed “bombs” affected by sticking them into walls, either simply timed or activated by touch. They also serve for warding spells. Gohei: A summoned short wand with a decorative paper trail, the length of the trail stretches during use. Lei uses it as a sort of weaponized gymnast ribbon, or a whip. Most effective against intaginable objects or enemies. Balance Charm: With Scribe's help and after many mishaps, Kit wears a beaded charm around her ankle which enables her limited enhanced movement. She appears to glide along, unweighted, making her movements seem feather light. It helps slow or cushion short distance falls and balance on unprobable surfaces. May also explain how she manages to fight in heels. Spellbook: Kit carries a small notebook with variant spells written herself for safe-keeping and for a quick reference check. Mirrors: Kit holds a small, two-faced mirror. The mirror serves to see through glamour illusions or create more intricate illusions of her own; more often than not, she uses it to admire a makeup job well done. Purification Salt: Ghosts in particular are vulnerable to salt, circles of it makes areas inaccessible to them. Calligraphy Set: A horse-hair brush, inkwell and a small stash of paper for written spells

Limitations and Weaknesses:

Water and Aquatic Environments: As host of a fire kitsune, Kitsune’s main and biggest weakness is water. Being around areas with large amounts of water dampens the potency of her magic, being doused in it cuts off completely until she dries off. While her parasol helps repel rain and small splashes, it can only do so much. The water effect includes any type, Lei incapacitaed by things such as baths and showers as well until she properly dries herself off.

Cynophobia: Lei’s “unprompted” fear of dogs, or really any sort of canine that aren’t foxes, can be traced back to Japanese folklore. Dogs were considered enemies of foxes, being used to hunt them down. People accused of being possessed by, or being kitsune, were sometimes forced to be licked head to toe by dogs in order to expel the demon to it’s true form. Dogs make Lei largely uncomfortable at best, aggressive dogs will either send her into a state of frozen terror or at worst, unabashed panic.

HISTORY [TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL HARASSMENT]

The only child of Ryuu Ara, a successful luxury hotel chain owner and president, Leiko grew up with the world served to her on a silver platter. She enrolled in the best schools, excelling in academics, popularity, and was starting to make headway as a teen model. Leiko formed into a pretty, precocious, if pretentious, girl.

At age 14, after wrapping up a student council meeting afterschool, the student body president forced her into a corner when she’d turned him down for a date. The boy grew increasingly aggressive, but was stopped from going beyond grasping at her blazer when a brilliant white flame unfurled from Leiko’s hands. She fled the second she found an opening, calling for help until she caught the attention of school security. The boy was found unconscious, but physically unharmed. (She would later find out, he complained of sudden illness and a downslide of rotten luck, with little to no memory on how he’d been knocked cold.)

Ryuu spared no expense on making sure justice was properly handed out, although that was simple when compared to the news Leiko gave him about her new ability to conjure flame. But he’d taken the revelation far easier than Leiko thought he would. Ryuu admitted it was something he’d been somewhat expecting, even dreading.

Leiko’s mother was something of a taboo subject. Outside of knowing her name was Cho (Ryuu never mentioned her maiden name) and that there had been an ugly divorce shortly after Leiko was born, she didn’t know much else. Even then, her father didn’t go into specifics beyond blaming Cho for Leiko’s newly discovered “peculiarity.” Ryuu ultimately decided it was best for Leiko to pretend she hadn’t discovered it. She had a bright future ahead of her as his heir and it wouldn’t be marred by her mother’s blood. Leiko obeyed despite her protests. They’d both come to realize, however, fire was just the beginning.

Over the following weeks, more abilities came to emerge, from heightened senses to supernatural awareness. She struggled under the pressure of maintaining the semblance of being normal. The weight of stress and desperation finally proved too much for Leiko, leading to a discussion gone sour, ending only when she noticed Ryuu backing away from the looming shadow of a four-tailed fox she cast on the wall. She would miss the following days of school when her eyes refused to revert back from their completely golden, slit-pupiled appearance.

Resigned, Ryuu took to looking into someone who could help Leiko with her magic troubles as this was beyond his reach.

That someone came to be a man by the name Scribe, a semi-public mystic who operated within New York. Scribe’s interest piqued at the mention of Leiko’s transformation and to the Ara’s slight relief, Scribe proved himself to be a sorcerer of true magic instead of a con-man looking for a quick buck. He’d confirmed their suspicions of Leiko being tied to the kitsune, fox spirits of Japanese lore, although he admitted he had little to no experience with said creatures.

Scribe refused to leave Leiko to sort things out on her own, however, and offered her a proposition. Scribe’s lifelong work dealt with a massive, mystical library he dubbed the Spiral, which housed knowledge from across space and time. Despite his years slaving away at discovering and archiving its secrets, progress was going at a crawl. He’d take Leiko under his wing, giving her access to whatever she could get her hands on and import what they couldn’t find from his various connections. In return, she’d take up being his personal assistant. Ryuu had been reluctant to let Leiko have a hands on approach and had made his dislike for Scribe apparent, but relented.

The world of magic was a far cry from the straight-laced, business-oriented life Leiko had grown in; it both terrified and fascinated her. Scribe, real name: Charles Mordichai Jenson (Charlie for short), proved to be an eccentric, but well-meaning guide where he could. As the two dove into research, Leiko let loose a sense of freedom and expression she stifled to fit her father’s expectations. Charlie was quick to help enable this. They were polar opposites in many ways, but Charlie saw a passion and potential in Leiko that mirrored his own at her age, and he fully intended to see it shine. It wasn’t long before Leiko wasn’t just checking inventory and jotting notes for both The Spiral and Jenson’s Comics (Charlie’s civilian pop culture store), but followed him out on relic retrievals and even the occasional “mystic field trip”. Charlie had been adamant on one thing when she stepped out of the safety of The Spiral however, much as he’d taken Scribe as his mantle, Leiko would have to make one of her own for the sake of her identity. It wasn’t a hard choice for her as it was practically staring her in the face, Kitsune took life. Over the next two years, Kitsune proved herself to be a capable magician despite being self-taught. Juggling her home, school and magic life was busy, but thrilling. Perhaps a little too thrilling. During an outing, Scribe and Kitsune were ambushed by a sorcerer named Felix Faust, who ultimately took Scribe prisoner. Well-aware of just how over her head she was, Kitsune went on a one-girl rescue mission to save her mentor anyway and was beyond relieved to find a young group of supers on the same trail.

The group, known simply as “The Team”, had been alerted of Scribe’s abduction through their resident mystic, Zatanna. Scribe had managed to send a distress signal before all communication cut off. Shoving down the twinge of jealousy that came with that revelation and of being out of the loop, Kitsune allied herself with the Team until Scribe was rescued. She was offered a permanent position on the Team, which she said she’d think over even though she had no interest in becoming a hero. She was more persuaded by the opposition placed by Scribe and the oddly genuine endearment shown by the Team’s speedster, Kid Flash.

Less than a few days later, an argument between Leiko and Charlie sparked by his confession of thinking she wasn’t right for the Team just yet sent her right to them out of spite.

Now taking a crash course in heroics, Kitsune tackles supercrime, training, self-reflection, team building and the frustrating, but integral importance of friendship.

NOTES

Kit has alternate versions of her Kitsune outfit and will switch between them mid-battle, either because she wasn’t feeling the one she was wearing, it got dirty, or a specific attack called for a wardrobe change

Because Lei’s brand of Onmyodo is largely “home-brew” given she’s self-taught, she incorporates other types of magic and styles to compensate

Lei has the passive ability of being ridiculously lucky, she never loses games of chance such as coin flips and dice rolls

The nickname ‘Lei’ was originally coined by Wally West and it’s a nickname she only allows within the perimeter of the Cave

Lei is proud of her musical skill, it’s not uncommon to hear her singing to herself and will shred an electric guitar when given the chance

She has a pet Bearded Dragon named Prince. Prince was a at-Death’s-door rescue surrendered to Charlie, who gave him to her after she helped nurse Prince back to health and she wound up attached to him

Lei’s father is unaware she’s taken up heroism, as far as Ryuu knows, she’s studying under Charlie to get her curiosity of magic out of her system

#young justice oc #dc oc #gar's oc #gar's art #oathofoaks #leiko ara #meet the OCs

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gryffindor-glizzy-gobbler · 3 years

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Out Past Curfew (Pt. 4/5)

“He’s gone, Draco.. You can put me down.”

Your voice was incredibly soft in the moment, and you weren’t angry. Nor upset. Nothing. Your face was hot, and it was burning with embrassment as the blonde finally returned you to your feet upon Snape’s leaving. You stood in front of him for a second, both of you having to stand close due to the small confined space of the stall.

You were completely still, and so was he except for his breathing, which caused his chest to move forward and backwards. Your chest was frozen, and you were still holding your breath just like before. Despite not having a reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to breathe. You were afraid.

Afraid of the realization your brain was forcing you into.

Ever fiber of your being hated Draco. You hated him so much. More than anyone else in the school... Yet your mind and your lower regions were both speaking different languages.

He was right. You could hate him all you want, but part of you wanted him. You craved him. Craved his tongue on your skin and his fingers between your folds. You couldn’t deny it, no matter how much you wanted to.

You wanted Draco Malfoy.

You hated him, but you wanted him to fuck you so bad.

“The mind is a confusing thing, Draco..” You exhaled after holding your breath in your lungs, your breathing giving him also a leeway to relax a little bit. He was a bit tense, obviously not meaning to phrase that sentence before like he did. He meant something else, surely, right?

The blonde reached forward and gripped both of your shoulders with his slender yet large hands, pressing his thumbs against your collar bones.

“It’s only confusing because you keep asking it questions.” He reasoned, and your entire body became stiff once more. “But it’ll still be confusing even if I stop asking it questions.” “When you stop asking what you want why you want it and just get what you want.. then you’ll truly be a Slytherin. Stop thinking like a Ravenclaw-“ He reached up one of his hands to tap your temple, and that tap caused you to flinch backwards, feeling like a fish in a tank in response to his tapping.

“I didn’t want to be a Slytherin-“ You admitted, and he scoffed before resting both of his wrists on the crook between your shoulder and your neck. “Well you’re one now, squibby. Own it. Accept it. Fuckin’ embrace it. That’s one of the only things Pansy is better at you at. Being a Slytherin.”

“What else then?”

 “Excuse me?” He cocked a brow at you, and you wanted to spit at him, “What else is Pansy better at me at?” “Not much. You’re prettier than her. You’re smarter than you. You entertain me more. And you’re sure as hell have a better body than her.”

You wanted to claim he was lying. Tell him and reassure your brain that he was lying. But you could only wonder. What reason would he have to lie? One of the things that entertains him is putting you down. Crushing your ego. Wilting your spirit. Making you feel like shit. It might as well be on his daily to-do list, because it becomes routine for Malfoy to make you insecure about yourself. Before you got braces, he insulted your teeth.

Before you hit puberty, he insulted your body.

And when you finally became more confident in your own personality and in your own skin, he insulted that too.

“Then what is it about me then that makes you so keen to put you down?” “Don’t want you getting a big head.” Was his only response. Simple, straight to the point. “Don’t want you getting a big head” you repeated to yourself under your breath before you shoved his arms off of your shoulders and grabbed his tie harshly and pulled it forward, forcing his face close to yours to where you could look straight in his eyes.

“I have the biggest head, Draco. You know what? I probably have a bigger dick than you too. I’m not fuckin’ insecure about myself. I love myself. I’m sexy, I’m smart, and I’m sure as hell a better wizard than you. You haven’t shown me in all our years of being at Hogwarts that you’re sexier, smarter, or a better wizard than me. I’m gonna get as big of a head as I want to, and if you try to stop me after today I’m going to deck you right in the nose, got that?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, never looking more angry than you did right now as you had a vigorous hold on his tie.

“I can prove you wrong on one thing..” He seemed to have blocked out the rest of your rant.. mostly. Your anger surprised him, and you let go of his tie with a jerk, making his head whip back to rest against the stall door. “I have a bigger dick than you.” He licked his teeth, and at this point you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

You wanted to stay angry at him. That comment he made certainly gave you leeway to. But as that snarky sentence fell off his lips oh so perfectly timed, you couldn’t help but crack a grin, your laughter escaping into the air as a snort in an attempt to stifle it. “God, you’re a shithead..”

“I’m serious!” He retorted, chuckling deeply as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his robes. “Oh please.. your dick is probably as big as a tic tac.” “I can prove you wrong, like I said.” He was eyeing your chest based on the direction of his eye-line.

“I know damn well you’re not going to pull down your trousers just to show me the size of your cock.” You placed your hand on his arm and began to attempt to push him to the side, which he moved relatively quickly. But before you could pull back the lock of the stall, a slam echoed against the right side of your head and you could spot his hand out of the corner of his eye, placed on the same door you were trying to unlock.

He wouldn’t.

“Only if you get down on your knees for me. Then I might give you the pleasure.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as you turned around, not quite unlocking the door as you noticed how close he was. He was no farther as the length of his arm, which seemed like a lot, but his elbow was bent just to close his face against yours, the both of you practically touching noses.

Memorizing his smell was something you didn’t exactly plan on doing tonight, but when you walked back to the dorm tonight, they were going to smell more than his scent on you.

Throwing your arms up around his neck, you finally made a decision you would’ve harshly strayed away from at the beginning of the night, but regardless, you pulled his head down to close the distance. His lips were calloused and rough, making the kiss mimic the texture, but there was a softness to it as the two of you locked lips.

He could practically smell your begging by the way that you kissed him deeply, being the one to actually initiate the tongue fighting. As he explored the inside of your mouth using his long tongue, your face was still tense, not quite trusting the authenticity of his embrace when his arms wrapped around your shoulders whilst your hands rested on his neck.

But you didn’t care. You wanted to kiss him more badly than you wanted anything else right now, and as you were pushed up even harder against the wall of the stall, you could feel Draco beginning to fiddle with your tie that was fastened around your white collar.

He wanted you pretty bad as well, it seemed.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, he let your tie fall to the floor and he gripped the hems of your robes and began to slip it off your arms, forcing your hands off of his neck and by your sides so he could take off your robe. Then went your vest, and then your dress shirt.

Despite the metaphorical pain that shot through your mouth all the way to your loins, he pulled his lips away from you with a quiet smack to look down at you, surveying your body. He was memorizing every details of your breasts, which were held in a light pastel green bra that was lined with lace and overall looked like lingerie.

A part of you wanted to wear this for yourself, but as time went on, you came to the realization you were wearing this for Draco too.

“You’re beautiful..” He shuddered, bringing one of his hands up to run his fingers over his bottom lip, and you suddenly felt a bit bashful as the compliment registered with you. There was no sign of a lie in his voice, evidently, and you reached up to take off his tie was well, finally. Swallowing thickly, you began to take off his clothes as well. First his robes, then his dress shirt. You both stared at each other, and that’s when you made the relization that if Draco was implying what you thought he was implying.

You were going to lose your virginity tonight.

The bathroom isn’t the most romantic setting, unsurprisingly, and Draco absorbed that. He couldn’t do much now, since both of your clothes were now off, but he at least opened the door subtly that you were leaning on, you nearly falling backwards due to the solid surface that was removed from your back. You didn’t fall though, since Draco quickly hooked his arm around your torso. The chivalrous gesture made you gush a bit, but he nonetheless stepped over both of your clothes and picked you up similarly to before when you were hiding from snap and he placed you on the counter of the sink.

It was a bit better.

You reached down and fiddled with the clasp of his belt before slipping the leathered article clothing out of the loops of his pants. The feeling against your groin from before wasn’t mistaken. He was as hard as a rock. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, unless he had his wand in his pocket or something.

The movements that followed the removal of his belt from both of your ends were screaming desire and hunger. It wasn’t just you that wanted Draco, and not to toot your own horn, but he wanted you just a bit more than you wanted him.

Maybe.

Helping the removal of your skirt by raising up your legs, whilst sliding them down your legs, he held your ankles up for a moment with one of his hands while dropping the skirt to the floor. “Shit, shit, shit..” You mumbled a bit as he spread your legs apart using both of his hands, running his fingers over your inner thighs.

Whilst leaning down, you felt his fingers run over your clothes womanhood. Your panties matched your bras, as corny as that was, and you were hoping he wasn’t horny enough to actually think about ripping your undergarments. That crossed his mind. You could tell. Letting out a shuddered sigh, you felt the hems of the fabric run circles down your legs as he finally removed your panties after them being soaked throughout the duration of the heated making out the two of you did. You hated how much it fueled his ego to know that just kissing was enough to turn you on.

Though he couldn’t blame you. He was a really good kisser.

He began to tease your folds with his fingers, circling your lips down below with the tips of his digits. Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth in retaliation, the quivering of your body screaming to the boy across from you that you wanted him to touch your insides, he nonetheless continued to tease you.

You were beginning to become overstimulated from the edged pleasure that he was wrecking throughout your nervous system, now every part of your body wanting nothing more than for Draco to do SOMETHING instead of teasing you. Whether that be fingering you, eating you out, or better, dicking you down, you didn’t care. You wanted him, no matter what form you would take him in.

Finally sensing your desire after feeling the softness of your outsides with his fingers, he pulled his hand away from your hood. Then, he began to lower his head, which excited you yet scared you at the same time. As his face began to close the distance between it and your entrance, you nearly went over the edge in retaliation to his words.

“Might as well taste what I’m about to destroy, don’t you think..?”

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Nowhere else to turn Chapter 80: Competition

‘George Weasley bids him farewell, leaving Blaise alone in the shower stalls. Sticking his sore head back under the lukewarm spray, Blaise moans as he is finally able to give voice to his many aches and pains. Was that a friendly Quidditch match, or all-out warfare? Thank Merlin Draco finally snaffled the Snitch and pulled me out of the line of fire. He prods gingerly at his bruised eye socket. That bastard Faulkner was lucky the referee missed his blatant elbow to my cheek. Dirty pool, indeed.

I hope Gus doesn’t think less of me for being an – well, let’s say, ‘erratically brilliant’ Beater, he sombrely ponders. I certainly had my arse handed to me on a platter today. At least she didn’t seem to delight in the stuffing being pummelled out of me.

“Zabini? Have you drowned in there?”. Blaise skitters away from the taps at the sound of Gus’s voice, snatching up his towel to wind around his hips. He secures the ‘garment’ just before she rounds the corner.

“Gussie! What if George or Puck were still in here? Or Draco?” Blaise squeals. “Just give me a minute, alright?”. He can’t meet her eyes as an unfamiliar emotion takes hold. Am I feeling… self-conscious? Me? I guess being mercilessly hunted around the Quidditch pitch for the last ninety minutes might have dinged my self-assurance a tad. Keeping his back turned, he begins to sidle toward the cubicle containing his clothing.

“Untwist your knickers – I saw George and Puck leave, and Draco bolted out of here as soon as Hermione Disapparated home, OK? I gave you plenty of time to make yourself decent – Blaise, your ribs!” Gus gasps; her cool, nimble fingers stroke the huge bruise along his side as he freezes mid-step. “Why didn’t you see the Healer? Our Keeper Amy did, and she only had a split lip,” she chides. The palpable concern in her voice clogs his throat.

“Didn’t– I didn’t want to be late. For our picnic,” he rattles out, automatically closing his eyes as she gently runs her hands over his bruised skin. “Gelsy can fix me up when we get home tonight.”

“By Rowena, Blaise – your health is more important than a few sandwiches and home-made lemonade! Stay still – I’m healing you right now.” Gus whips out her wand, chanting “Episkey” until she is satisfied that every wound and contusion is repaired.

“But they’re really good sandwiches, Gus; Gelsy even garnished them with a sprig of parsley,” Blaise wisecracks, chancing a quick peek at her frowning face. “I’m fine, really. Thank you, Gussie.”

He carefully slides his left hand onto the sweet curve of her jeans-clad hip, loving how warm she feels. He sucks in a startled breath as she mimics his movement, resting her palm on his taut stomach, just above the thick towel’s upper edge.

“Isn’t it tradition, to award the victor a kiss?” Gus languorously asks, settling her other hand on his damp chest. “Congratulations, Blaisey.”

Breathtakingly aware of every tiny detail of the woman before him, Blaise’s anticipation reaches hitherto unknown heights. The world narrows down to the few square feet of their interaction. Frightened to speak – Gods, I’m petrified to breathe too loudly – lest Gus change her mind about bestowing him a kiss, Blaise keeps perfectly still, only his long dark eyelashes jittering as he watches her shuffle ever nearer.

“You’re so sexy, Blaise… especially now, when you’re not trying to be,” Gus purrs, her fingertips setting him aflame with the tiniest of rotations; she watches in fascination as his lower abs contract and relax with every miniscule sweep. “I guess I expected you to be blasé about the whole sexual attraction thing, given our inequal levels of experience… but you’re amazingly receptive, aren’t you?”.

“To– to you– I’m receptive to you – of course I am,” Blaise somehow manages to rasp a reply. “I burn for you, Gussie. I’ve never felt like this with another woman, ever. It’s not a line… please believe me, la mia splendida ragazza.”

“What does that mean?” she wonders, so near now that he can clearly note the darker bark-brown ring around each of her stunning topaz irises. “’La mia splendida ragazza’? I can guess the splendid part, but ‘ragazza’?”.

“It means ‘my gorgeous girlfriend’,” Blaise whispers. “I’d love to make it the truth, Gussie.” He holds his breath as it is her turn to freeze. Why did I have to blurt out that?! I’m an overeager idiot, obviously. His heart crumples as Gus remains rooted in place. Just as he miserably decides he’s gone too far, her mouth urgently crashes onto his.

Elated, Blaise follows her lead. Finesse forgotten, he tangles his tongue with her darting one, sucking hotly. Her hungry hands seem determined to inventory every inch of his flesh, starting with his tight belly. It takes all of his willpower to not thrust mindlessly against her as she squeezes, strokes, and even scratches his bared skin with her short nails. Blaise’s hands tremble as they settle on her shoulders, lightly gripping at the soft cotton of her simple black t-shirt…’

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Meeting

Summary: Fred/Hermione; Fred asks Hermione out after a dumbledore’s army meeting

Fred has come to terms with the crush he has on Hermione, he knows she’s far too smart, that she won’t want him as just a prankster, but he also knows that she can see past that, she’d already been making a few encouraging comments, and Fred couldn’t help but notice that some of the kids who’d badmouthed him and his ideas in the beginning had occasionally fallen victim to a jinx that was meant to mimic Ginny’s style, but there was too much rigidity to clue him into it being Ginny’s. He’s surprised Hermione would slip up like that and he debates for hours if she actually meant to or not

Harry had called the meeting rather suddenly, of course the majority of everyone being in gryffindor helped. While they were waiting for everyone else to gather around, Harry tried to assure everyone he just wanted to discuss extra security measures. Hermione knows he’s not really aware of what she’d done hexing the paper everyone signed. Hermione debates mentioning it to him but decides that she should hear whatever he’d been thinking on his own, and compare it to the ideas she’s had.

Harry grins when everyone shows up and he’s about to start the meeting, but then Ginny asks about practicing some hex since Neville has been sneaking some sort of plant in herbology. Then Harry and Neville are swept up in some discussion of the hex and the plant that Neville’s been growing to counter it.

Fred is casual about his movements and he manages to get over to Hermione without anyone seeing anything suspicious.

Hermione grins and nods to him when Harry mentions partnering up and she flicks her wand out so fast he barely has time to dodge the swing of her arm. She flushes a little, embarrassed she’d misjudged their closeness but Fred knows it’s just because he’d stepped even closer to her while she was distracted with Harry’s movement techniques.

“So we’re all in agreement then.” Fred tunes in to what Harry’s saying, he was half paying attention, he understands that they all need to keep a tighter lip on everything they’re doing, to avoid anyone hearing anything they shouldn’t. Fred knows it’s the best for safety, if anyone finds out, Fred’s hand runs along the scars on his hands shivering at the memory. He knows he can’t let anyone else go through that.

“If everyone can partner up and we can run through some more basic hexes, to see who would be willing to go against this experiment that Ginny and Neville had proposed.

They’ve been running the drill and hexes for an hour. Harry seems like he wants to call it off, and talk more, so both Fred and George round everyone up.

“So I know with doing this everyone is taking a huge risk. There’s no telling what actually might happen if someone finds out that shouldn’t…” He lets the half threat hang in the air for a moment.

“It’s tough having only our friends to talk to, so please talk to others you wouldn’t normally talk to in this group. We all need to trust each other with this.” He fishes for the right word, Fred thinks that group isn’t the best and he’s sure Hermione could come up with something better but he holds his tongue, letting Harry talk about potions and spells, enchantments that have been inked into the paper they signed, and with another wave of his wand they’re firing spells at each other as usual.

Despite the initial practice together, Harry has everyone switch in an effort to get more people to interact. Which means as the meeting ends he finds himself rushing to catch Hermione, surprised when she seems to be hurrying out of the room. He stumbles out of the room, surprised to see her waiting outside, she smiles at him and he grins back.

“So what did you think of the meeting today?” She grins leaning a little closer than necessary to hear his answer.

“It was good, listen, uh, Hermione there’s no one I trust more… I mean besides George but.. Sorry, I just.” Fred sighs and sinks his shoulders a little, Hermione chuckles, hiding it behind her hand.

“Since Harry said we should find someone to confide in, I couldn’t think that there’s anyone better than you. Especially not with, well with my heart. I really like you. Would you maybe want to go out to hogsmeade this weekend?” He grins a little when she flushes and nods, he nervously takes her hand as they walk down the corridor to their next class.

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I wanted to share something I just wrote for my fic Roll and fall in green, because it gave me a lot of feels. It’s an early draft, so.. judge lightly.

Mother was decorating the Christmas tree in the parlour. She was humming a song, only singing a line every once in a while. ‘And it’s joy be to you and a jolly wassail…’

‘Mother?’

She turned around. ‘Draco, come help me, darling. What do you think, more red or more silver?’

‘Less gold,’ Draco drawled and his mother showed a tiny smirk.

‘Of course.’

Draco picked up a long, silver garland, turning it over in his hands. ‘Mum? Uncle Barnaby told me about the first war...’

His mother smiled to herself. ‘The Golden Days.’

‘Yes…’ He took a breath, feeling like he was saying something he shouldn’t. ‘He told me... Well, he said you used to sing a song called Keep the Home Fires Burning.’

She froze for half a second. Then she huffed and side-eyed him. ‘Did he now?’

‘I want to play it for you. How does it go?’

His remark drew a rare, genuine smile from her, blooming slowly. She put down her wand to usher him closer and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Oh, you are a charmer. Come on, let me teach you.’

She abandoned the Christmas tree to sit behind the piano.

The one in the parlour was hers; she’d taken it with her from her parents’ home. It was the one she learned how to play on from her grandfather when she was a little girl.

She scootched over on the stool to make room for Draco, who put his hands above the keys to mimic her movements as she played, to get a first feel for the song.

She furrowed her brow for a second to remember the song. Then she started:

‘Keep the home fires burning, While our hearts are yearning, Though our lads are far away They dream of home. There's a silver lining Through the dark cloud shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out, Till our boys come home.’

Draco forgot to study the song. He was staring at his mother. The picture of her, sitting alone by the fireplace with a baby while she sang those words, quietly broke his heart.

‘You have grown so quickly… ‘ She looked up at him with a wistful smile. ‘Back then your father could hold you in one hand. I used to swaddle you into his old Slytherin scarf.’ She smiled again, watching Draco with faraway eyes.

‘Are you worried about the war?’ he asked her.

‘Not a second, darling. Your father and I will keep you perfectly safe.’

It wasn’t the answer he’d expected or meant to get. For a second, it threw him off. He wondered who exactly she was trying to convince.

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missymallow · 5 years

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Drarry: Albus and Scorpius' Adventure Travelling Back in Time. (9)

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“Eat properly, Albus. The food won't disappear if you eat slowly.” said Draco, as he wiped Albus’ face with a napkin. The boy gave him a sheepish grin, taking the napkin in his hand as he slowed down his munching. Scorpius sat next to his other side, having his breakfast in silence. Draco smiled at the adorable sight of his twins.

He had taken his twins to have their breakfast near the Black Lake, and somehow Pansy and Blaise came and joined them with a handful of foods in their hands. Not even ten minutes after that, they were joined by the four Gryffindors; Granger and she-Weasley’s hands were full with stacks of books while Potter and Weasley brought the food.

“I haven't found any other solution.” said Granger suddenly in irritation, closing the book in her hand dramatically. “All of the information leads to the same way of travel.” She continued. She opened her mouth to explain more but Draco shook his head at her, pointing at his twins with his eyes. Granger immediately straightened up and shut her mouth, nodding in understanding. She put the book on her side as she reached out for a piece of bread instead.

Draco smiled at her in thankful and received one in return. He suddenly felt a set of eyes watching him so he lifted his eyes to meet a calculating green eyes. He raised an eyebrow in question which answered by a set of shrugged and smiles.

Draco tilted his head, perplexed. He decided to let it go.

“So, when are you going to Madam Promfey?” asked Pansy when they had finished their breakfast, and now just lounging around enjoying the sun. She had her hand on Blaise’s hair, stroking them lightly as he peacefully enjoyed his little nap.

“Later.” Draco answered, eyes locked on his twins as they were engrossed with Granger displays of magic. The Weasleys and Potter watched the interaction with interest. He raised an eyebrow when Potter handed his wand to Albus who receive it with a large grin, and started to mimic Granger’s hand movement. Draco chuckled when Albus whooped in delight when he managed to copy her.

He waited patiently when he saw Scorpius runs towards him with determination. “Papa!”

“Yes?” He nonchalantly asked, as if he didn't know Scorpius’ intention. The small boy moved to wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck, kissing his forehead before he slowly asked, “May I borrow you wand, please?”

He shared an amused smiles with Pansy, and reached out to swiped the white-blond hair away from covering his green eyes. “May I know what for?”

“Albus-"

“Not fair!”

Draco suddenly heard a high pitched shouts, before another pair of small arms wrapped around his shoulder, “I want to use Papa’s wand too!”

“Go away, Al.” Scorpius huffed, pinching his brother’s cheek lightly. “I was here first.”

“But I'm older!”

“By 5 minutes!”

Draco sighed when the twins continued to bicker so he moved to wrapped his hands around his twins, “Whoever kiss me first, can have the wand.”

Never once Draco gets attacked with kisses that fast in his life. He laughed when the twins kisses him wherever they can reach, complete with smooching sound. He replied by giving them kisses back.

“Dra-Draco.” Pansy suddenly slapped his knee rapidly, and he stopped to see that everyone had frozen as they stared dumbfounded over Draco’s back, even Blaise has woken up from his nap.

That was when Draco realised of the shadow looming behind him. He quickly turned around and looked up to see a man; possessing the most unimpressed look Draco ever seen as the man crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at him - no, not at him but at his twins.

“Boys.” said the man slowly in a deep voice that send chill up to Draco’s spine. He gulped.

It took a moment of staring when his twins suddenly squeaked and tightened their grip on Draco.

“D-Dad?!”

“That's your husband?” asked Parkinson.

They have been watching the little family from afar; the man has taken the twins a little further than where they had gathered to ‘talk' but from where Harry can see, it was more of a scold.

He saw from the corner of his eye as Malfoy shifted in his spot with an unreadable look on his face. “How should I know, Pans. I've never met him, remember?”

“Yes, but it's a little bizarre, isn't it? That's your freaking husband.”

“Stop that, Pans.”

“Well, at least he's good looking.” Zabini nodded in approval. Malfoy scoffed.

“How on earth did you manage to find a man like that?” asked Parkinson, her voice dripping with amazement.

Malfoy frowned in annoyance, though there was some pink dust appeared on his cheeks. “I'll tell you once I meet him later in the future.”

“He doesn't look like Harry though.” Ron commented suddenly and they simultaneously turned to him in disbelief - Malfoy looked horrified. “What, I know all of you are thinking the same thing.”

“But we didn't say it out loud.” Hermione gave the red haired man a pointed look.

“And never once I thought Potter as the father of my children!” said Malfoy incredulously.

Harry frowned at him. “Now, that's ridiculous. Don't you dare said you never thought about it. Black hair, green eyes. Who else got that if it's not me?”

“My husband.” Malfoy smartly answered making Harry grits his teeth in annoyance.

“You-"

“Stop it!” Ginny hissed. “Here they come.”

They unconsciously straightened up in unison as the man stride confidently towards them with the twins by his side, faces beaming with happiness and relief.

Harry suddenly felt like something twisted in his chest, it feels like a disappointment. From the moment the twins spoke to him, he had already been adjusting the idea that the twins might really be his children in the future. Doesn't matter that Malfoy might be his future husband, it's all in the future after all. But now, seeing the evidence with his own two eyes that this man was clearly not the older version of him, he felt like someone just splashed a bucket of cold water to his face. Waking him up from his daydream.

He swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth as the man has reached them and drew a good natured smile on his face. The man's gaze falls on every one of them, and Harry can't help but notice there's a twinkle in those - dear Merlin, his eyes were green. They stopped on Harry, and there was something in those eyes that makes him unconsciously gulp. He can literally feel the man's magic, so powerful that he was sure the others can feel them too.

The man curved a fond smile when his gaze dropped on Malfoy, making the white-blond haired flushed attractively. Harry bit the inside of his cheek.

“Hello,” The man greeted. His voice was deep and strong as an easy smile played on his lips. “I'm Henry.” He said, nose flared as if he was trying his best not to laugh.

Harry blinked in confusion at the sight.

“Thank you for taking care of my sons while they are here, and I'm really sorry for any inconvenience that they have caused all of you.” said Henry kindly, stroking the twins head gently.

All of them look to one another, sharing hesitated looks. A sudden jab on his side startled him, and he turned to see Hermione giving him firm look, urging him to do something. He unsurely cleared his throat, “They've been wonderful to us. Great kids.”

Great kids??

Henry chuckled as he stepped forward to extend his hand, “Harry Potter, I assumed?”

“That's me.” Harry immediately took the hand in his, and the man give them a strong shake Harry almost stumbled to his feet. “You can call me Harry.”

Henry crooked an amused smile, “Of course.”

A sudden pair of delighted laughs from the twins grabbed their attention. Albus had his hand on his stomach while Scorpius goes to covered his mouth.

“Dad, You're being ridiculous!” Albus giggled, and Henry snorted, “Shut up, brat. This is your fault.”

Harry blinked.

“You've got to admit that you're impressed with us, Dad.” said Scorpius easily, giving them a bright smile.

Henry shook his head, turning to give Harry a pointed look, “See what I had to suffer everyday?”

Harry cracked a grin, “I can imagine.”

Henry goes to slapped his shoulder, smiling widely. “Well, soon you don't have to imagine.”

Harry tilted his head, perplexed. “What do yo-"

“Anyway!” Henry cut brightly, “I assumed that there's a plan already?” He looked at them, searching for their faces and stopped at Malfoy. He mischievously makes his way to him, the twins giggled but stayed on their spot to give their Dad and Papa some space. The rest of them moved to gathered around Harry. Ginny had her hand locked with Parkinson, faces filled with excitement to see the interaction.

Malfoy seemed to be nailed to the ground, standing like a statue. Harry watched as Malfoy swallowed when Henry halted in front of him.

“Hello, Draco.” Henry greeted, smiling gently.

“He-Hello.” Malfoy stuttered - he fucking stuttered and Harry had never heard him stuttered before.

Henry softly laughed, but Harry can see that the man was overwhelmed to be standing in front of Malfoy. It promptly reminds him that Malfoy had fallen ill in the future and probably, it's been a long time for Henry to even see the light in those grey eyes.

Both of them stood there, staring into each other's eyes. Malfoy suddenly blinked, drawing a small frown on his features as he turned to steal a glance at Harry and back to stared at Henry again.

A gasped was heard somewhere near Harry.

Henry curved a mysterious smile, stepping closer to Malfoy and whispered something to his ear - something private that managed to make Malfoy flustered, red from his face to his ears.

Malfoy leaned away, gazing over Henry's face searching for something making the older man chuckled.

“You don't have to figure it now, don't want to hurt that pretty head of yours.” Henry grinned, patting the white-blond head.

“Dad, stop flirting with Papa.” Albus called, rolling his eyes. Scorpius turned to give Harry a point look, “See what we have to suffer everyday?”

Harry chuckled at the boy's expression, sharing a look with Ron who replied with an unsure smile.

“Nonsense!” Henry laughed, swinging a hand over Malfoy’s shoulder and dragged him towards them. “He's my husband - well, not yet but there's no harm flirting with your own husband. You boys are just jealous.”

Malfoy bit his lips, wide eyes locking with his friends looking hesitated to even say anything. He looked like a walking tree, too stiff to be in Henry's arm.

“Well, where are you boys staying? I'm tired, these travelling things wore me out.” said Henry, yawning widely.

The twins skipped next to their parents - Harry was not sure what to feel about that - but suddenly Scorpius turned and went to him and grabbed his hand, smiling up to him. Harry caressed his head in return.

“We stay with Papa, we go our own room!” Albus announced.

“Wonderful! We'll be sharing room then.” Henry grinned at Malfoy who spluttered, “Wo-Won’t that be inappropriate?”

“If you're worried that I might taint your blood, you don't have to worry.” Henry grinned, before he wiggled his eyebrows. “Even though it tempts me so much.”

Malfoy stopped dead on this track, gaping openly at Henry as the man laughed aloud. Zabini, Parkinson and Ginny followed his action - even Hermione cracked an amused smile while Ron look mortified.

“Dad.” Scorpius sighed in exasperation, and Albus shook his head.

“Come on, boys. Show me the way!” Henry send Malfoy a wink before he started to walk, marching forward. “Let's have our discussion in our room.” He said then, gesturing to all of them.

Scorpius tugged at Harry's hand, asking for permission as Albus already on his Dad's tail. Harry fondly smiled at the small boy, nodding him to follow his Dad. Scorpius grinned and race off to his twin and Dad.

Parkinson and Ginny shared an excited grins and they quickly runs towards the older man, and Hermione cleared her throat. “I need to speak with Henry, for research purposes.” she said, hurriedly following the two girls’ steps.

Ron dropped his jaw in disbelief, “One old man and they acted like he's a bloody Merlin himself.”

“He's quite a handsome old man after all.” Zabini commented. “You sure are on your luck, Draco.”

Malfoy sniffed, and wrinkled his nose. His face flamed red, “Shut up, Blaise.”

Harry frowned at the man's sudden shy behaviour. “Well, let's hurry up. Don't want to get your husband waiting.”

“Indeed!” said Zabini, already walking and dragged Malfoy with him. “Let's save him before the girls swallows him down.”

“What?” Ron gasped, “Oh no, that can't happen! Come on, Harry!” He marched, just behind the two Slytherins and Harry sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

He suddenly felt like he's been neglected.

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Marimag Mayhem (1)

As a fourth year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Marinette was sure that life could no longer surprise her. And yet, even she could hardly believe her eyes when she first laid them on the blond boy she met, in the Requirement Room that she had not expected to find. The boy with cat eyes. The boy with cat ears. Chat Noir.

Marichat May, Hogwarts AU.

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Day 1: A Witch

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was hiding.

Again.

Not like it was anything new or surprising to her, nor would have it been for any of her friends. This game of hide and seek had become a daily occurrence by now, a most unwelcome and yet most necessary habit, what with the vendetta Lila and Chloe had against her these days. She couldn't even tell what it was she had done that had enraged them so much, except maybe the fact that she was a Gryffindor student and they were not.

Those darn Slytherins, always focusing on people's backgrounds instead of their deeds.

Marinette shook her head firmly as she realised how cliché, how cut-and-dry her own opinion was. She was not going down that road, lumping people together simply because they'd happened to end up in the same House. It drove her insane; she could not repeat that hideous behaviour herself.

Even if most of the Slytherin students she knew really were spoilt, chauvinistic brats.

Her thoughts turned back to the two particular girls that had made it so difficult for her as of late. She'd had a long history with Chloe, of course—the two had never really got along, but it didn’t usually go any further than an occasional jab here and there, which wasn’t much more than she'd done to any other student. And even if she had bullied Marinette a little more than the rest, it seemed like the only reason for it was that Marinette was also the one person who bothered to react.

Ignoring her had soon turned out to be the best way to make the Bourgeois girl lose her drive significantly.

With Lila, however... It was different.

Chloe was an open book, and not only to those who cared to learn its contents. She was mean and she showed it; she felt superior to those around her and never missed the chance to remind them of it.

Lila, on the other hand, never stopped pretending. She was nice, she was sweet, she was the most considerate person in the whole world—or at least, that's what she wanted you to believe. And what was worse, she usually succeeded.

Four years they'd been in this school together and Marinette still appeared to be the only one who'd managed to see through the fabric of her lies.

Which was exactly why Lila hated her so much.

She sighed wearily, leaning against the cold stone wall behind her back, and raised her hand to rub her face. She was so tired of avoiding them, tired of having to constantly look behind her back to ensure that they weren't following her in order to prank her again. She didn't even know when the two had teamed up—for most of their time together at Hogwarts, the girls seemed to have been hostile towards one another at least; as hostile as Lila allowed herself to appear, anyway. Chloe had just been her usual self.

It had all changed around Christmas, however. As per usual, Marinette had gone home, ready to enjoy her time with her only half-magical family as well as spend some with Alya's very non-magical one. It'd been as much fun as always, walking around Paris with those dearest to her, remembering that there still was a world where witches and wizards were nothing but an old wives' tale. She'd been more than glad, with her energy recharged and her faith in others restored...

...until she had returned to school after New Year and found that in her absence, Lila Rossi and Chloe Bourgeois had become allies.

"Why did Chloe even stay at Hogwarts back then?" Marinette muttered under her breath. "She'd never stayed before, always bragging about how very much awaited she was or how the travelling fees were nothing to her, especially when there were people like Nathaniel or Mireille around. So why not this year as well?"

Her question lingered in the air, with no one but herself to answer it. And yet, silence wasn't the only thing she heard.

She pricked her ears and paled instantly, realising that the not so distant noises she'd detected were none other than the voices of the two tormentors she'd been thinking about. They were calling her name, and she could hear them better and better each time, which could only mean that they were approaching her, and quick.

And...

...were the voices coming from two directions now?

Gosh, she really didn't want to encounter them again, and certainly not when there was no one else to witness such a meeting.

"Think, Marinette, think," she urged herself, simultaneously trying not to think about how much her hands were trembling. "There must be a way out of here. But there isn't! Alright, so maybe if I play it cool and pretend that I'm not actually afraid as hell, they will let me get away with it this time. Just-"

She was cut off but a noise of a cracking stone and a quake of the wall behind her. Before she knew it, she was falling down, as if the steady, sturdy thing she'd been leaning on had suddenly ceased to exist, vanishing into thin air.

Taken aback, she closed her eyes reflexively, before she hit the ground with a thud, shrieking in surprise like the clumsy idiot that she was.

There was no way her oppressors hadn't heard that; she was done for.

Except when Marinette finally opened her eyes, it turned out that neither Lila nor Chloe were anywhere to be seen.

There was no one.

And the place was different, too.

Where on earth am I? she wondered, astonished, as she picked herself up hesitantly. It's not like there was a door behind me, and that wall was also a very real one until about ten seconds ago. So how did I...

She trailed off, her attention caught by the sight of narrow wooden doors in front of her, so exactly where she had been just a few moments earlier.

So there was a door there after all.

"Guess I'm even less observant than I thought I was," she commented wryly. "Well, that wouldn't be the first time. But still... What is this place?"

She looked around curiously, eager to solve this new riddle life had so unexpectedly thrown at her. With her fears put aside for now, she had nothing else to do; after all, she had enough reason in herself not to leave her safe haven so soon, when those she was hoping to avoid were bound to stay nearby.

She needed to wait it out. She might as well do some sightseeing while she was at it.

It didn't take her long to realise that the chamber she was in was not a particularly spacious one, though at the same time, it could hardly have been called small, either; and it certainly wasn't cramped. In fact, it looked very similar to the Gryffindor Common Room she knew so well herself... if only it hadn't been so terribly cold and bare.

It looked as if someone had taken their Common Room, reduced the size of it by half and then took away all the silly, unnecessary trinkets that were what made said chamber so cosy to begin with.

And yet, it was obvious that whoever had decorated this room had intended to make it as comfy as possible.

Only they clearly had failed.

"They really don't get the Gryffindor aesthetics, do they," she mused with a soft smile, sliding her hand against the back of one of the armchairs. "You could change the colour and fabrics and it would be a Slytherin room in a flash. But if so... Why is it trying to mimic ours? Why is it golden and red and not silver and green?"

"Maybe they simply like the colour scheme more," someone answered her. "Who can tell?"

The shriek Marinette had let out before was nothing compared to the one she produced now. She turned away abruptly, reaching for her wand and pointing it at her mysterious companion in defense.

If it wasn’t for his incredible reflexes, she would have taken his eye out without a single spell to support her.

"Woah, woah, easy there!" She heard him cry out but she couldn't help but think that there was as much amusement as there was astonishment ringing in his voice. "I'm not going to harm you, so put that thing down, will you?"

"You scared me!" Marinette screamed back, her eyes closing once more, even though her wand remained pointed at him. "I'm not to blame for my reactions!"

"You are the one who barged into my Requirement Room, and yet you don't see me pricking your face with a stick, are you? Really, you could have crippled me for life with that swing. How do you cast spells with movements like these?"

"How I cast spells is no business of yours," she parried. "And what do you mean by a Requirement Room? And your Requirement Room at that?"

The mystery boy in front of her sighed.

"I'll answer all of your questions and more, but only after you've lowered that weapon of yours," he said evenly. "Also, please open your eyes. I'm not a basilisk, one look at me won't kill you."

Marinette did as she was told, though hesitantly. She didn't know this boy; the way he spoke to her wasn't familiar, and she prided herself in knowing most of the fourth years, and more than a few other students as well. She should have been able to recognise his voice or guess to whom it belonged... and yet, just this once, she had no idea who it was that was speaking to her.

Was he a fourth year like her, but secretive enough to have successfully evaded her attention so far? Was he older than her?

Was he younger?

"Come on, you're dragging it too long. I told you I wouldn't bite."

She finally looked up at him and found out that she was in for yet another surprise.

Because the boy in front of her didn't seem like a regular boy at all.

He wasn't a regular student, either. Unlike her, he wore no uniform (therefore making it impossible for her to determine what House he might possibly be from), dressed up in black from head to toe instead. Black shirt, black tie, black suit and shoes. An epitome of elegance and grace, with just a hint of darkness hovering around him.

That's what Professor Malfoy must have looked like twenty-five years ago.

No, she added in her thoughts after a moment, as her eyes stopped at the boy's head. No way Malfoy would have let his hair fall into such disarray. Such a mess.

And yet, as disconcerting as seeing her own professor with a hairstyle like this, it seemed more than suitable for the boy before her.

Somehow, she thought that he couldn't have looked well in anything else.

"Like what you're seeing?" he asked her straightforwardly and winked, his own lips curving up in a lopsided smile. "That's good. Perhaps -"

"That's not it!" She cut him off and dropped her gaze, abashed, her fingers tightening around the wand in her hands. "You just... You're not wearing a uniform, and it is a normal school day. So I was surprised, that's all."

"I don't think my hair has anything to do with a uniform, though."

She chanced a glance at him and saw that his smirk grew even more bemused. He was taunting her, no doubt about that... However, the look she saw in his eyes suggested that the little jabs were nothing but an innocent, friendly game.

His eyes.

There was something about them, something she couldn't quite point out at first. It wasn't only that they were so incredibly, intensely green or even that they seemed too big to be real. It wasn't even his gaze, curious but longing, playful but earnest, as if he'd known her for years (which was pretty confusing on its own, for she sure as Azkaban didn't know him) and yet still wanted to get to know her even more.

He was...

...lonely.

And still, that wasn't what had been throwing her off. She focused her own gaze, boring her eyes into his, despite the growing embarrassment she felt at the very thought of what she was doing, and gasped when she finally realised what it was she was looking at.

"Cat eyes," she whispered foolishly. "You have cat eyes. Wait—why do you have cat eyes?!"

"Ten points for Gryffindor, ladies and gentlemen!" her companion called out with mock admiration, stepping back and gesturing at her with his arm. "A wonderful deduction, my friend. It only took you... Well, a little longer than it should have."

"Oh, shut up," Marinette retorted without thinking, her cheeks flushing even further. "I was surprised, okay? By being thrown here, by finding you. Who are you, even?"

He opened his mouth to answer her but before he could, she added, "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm just a dumb Gryffindor, so I obviously wouldn't understand anyway. Guess I'll go and check if Lila and Chloe are still camping on the other side of the door and if not, I'll be on my merry way. Hopefully I won't come across any more jokers like you. I'm sorry to have intruded your sanctuary. It wasn't done purposely."

She turned around and set off towards the door that—fortunately—was still firmly in place. She missed the change on her new acquaintance's face, the smile that disappeared as soon as he realised what she was about to do. She walked on, one step after another, annoyed; she reached out her hand and put it on the heavy brazen knob.

And then...

"Wait!" She heard him call and looked back, instinctively. "I didn't mean to make fun of you, I swear I didn't. I'm just... Not that good with people. Haven't had much practice as of late, if you know what I mean... But I'll be more than happy to work on it, if only you agree to help. Just... Please don't go yet."

The pleading look he was giving her was more than Marinette could expect and quite frankly, more than she was able to take, as well. She remained frozen for a while, eyeing him carefully, trying to determine whether he really meant the things he'd said or if it was just another joke at her expense.

He seemed sincere enough, alright; but better than anyone else, Marinette knew how misleading appearances might be.

Then again, everyone deserves a chance.

"You did make fun of me, though," she replied reservedly. "And you obviously enjoyed it. Don't tell me that you didn't, I know what I saw. And I hate liars, if that's of any meaning to you."

"Of course it is. But I'm not lying. I... I didn't mean any harm. I'm sorry if I did any."

Marinette rolled her eyes; that guy really looked like a lost puppy, cat eyes or not.

"It's no big deal, but I recommend you don't repeat that. It's how you talk to close friends, not to people you see for the first time. Also, like I said: you did enjoy that."

"Well, if I told you I simply enjoyed having someone to talk to, would you believe me?"

There it was, that look of sadness and heartache, of pining for a contact in any amount or form. He wasn't trying to trick her, or humiliate her like some people had.

He was asking for such a small thing, too—who was she to deny him that?

"Fine," she said at last. "I won't go immediately. I still don't have much time though, my next class starts in less than an hour now. And I still haven't had my lunch, mind you."

"Wish I could help with that," he replied readily. "I'm afraid that a place to sit is all that I can offer for now."

"A seat will do, as long as you let me out reasonably early for me to still grab something afterwards."

She raised an eyebrow at him and grinned mischievously. "You're not planning to keep me locked up here, are you?"

"No! No. Of course not. I wouldn't dare," he stammered in response and this time, Marinette couldn't help but giggle. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one getting flustered easily. Meanwhile, he continued, "And I'm sorry if it seemed like it before. I mean... I don't want to be pushy. If you want to go now, I won't stop you."

"And where's the fun in that?"

Their gazes met again; this time, it was Marinette's turn to wink at him, and she even went as far as to pat his blond head playfully. Her eyes widened when she realised that the fair locks were not the only thing that adorned it... and she needed all of her strength to stop herself from screaming for the third time in the short while since they'd met.

"Something wrong?" he asked, visibly confounded.

"No, just-" she stuttered, shifting her eyes from his face to the top of his head and back. "You have cat ears, too?"

She half expected to receive another witty comment on how unobservant she was, however, her words only seemed to agitate him more, if his hand rubbing the nape of his neck was any indication. Once again, she stepped back, this time intent on having a good look at all of him, and maybe even looking for...

"A tail, too?!"

Just who was this guy?

"What happened to you?" she asked, her tone showing more than a little concern. "Were you messing with the Polyjuice Potion? Or was it someone else who brought this on you? I swear, if this was another prank those good-for-nothing fools-"

"It's none of those things," he hastened to reassure her then. "No one poisoned me, or pranked me, or cursed me... Or whatever it is you might have thought of. It's something... Something I brought on myself, but it wasn't polyjuice that'd caused it. Just... Just a little spell that has gone wrong, that's all."

"That's all?" Marinette asked, her eyes wider still. "But it's a huge thing! You should at least go to the infirmary or contact a teacher. It's not something that will just go away on its own."

"Actually, it is," he contradicted her again. "Really, I've done this before. An hour or two is all it takes for the spell to stop working... And it's already been about forty minutes since I cast it."

"Did it work last time?"

"N-no. It didn't. It actually was way worse than it is now. But hey, that only means that I'm improving, right?"

Now Marinette could do nothing but facepalm.

"It means you lack common sense," she said. "You know, at first I was sure you were a Slytherin, with all that high and mighty attitude and the 'ten points for Gryffindor' jokes. Now... I'm starting to think that you may be a Gryffindor after all. That would certainly explain the decorations here."

"Because I'm brave?"

"Because you're a moron."

He said nothing to that, too busy gaping at her after her sudden retort. Marinette saw his reaction but said nothing, either, even though her behaviour was in fact much more calculating than his was. So she shrugged and set off towards the armchair, sinking down against the soft cushions as soon as she'd reached it.

Well, she mused, Guess that's one way to spend your lunch break.

Little did she know that it was only the beginning of it.

#marichat #marichat may 2020 #day 1: witch au #hogwarts au #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #no kwamis

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Spells

A rewrite of one of my older works, a crossover of sorts between DP and Harry Potter. Introduces the setting from the DP side of things, so no HP characters are present or even mentioned. Will be continued in Weirdward, but is not mandatory reading for said fic.

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The existence of magic was nothing new to Danny Fenton. He had, after all, known for years that both of his best friends were capable of it. He had known almost as long that he had no magical abilities whatsoever.

This, of course, didn’t stop him from attending their magic training. Sam’s grandmother had no problem encouraging him, going as far as to allow – and encourage – him to participate in activities that didn’t require actual magic. The rest, he usually still stuck around for, watching. Even if he couldn’t use the spells he learned, knowing what kind of magic Sam and Tucker could use to prank him was often convenient.

Not that they used magic to do so, usually. Not anymore. Sam had pointed out that it was a rather unfair advantage, their magic, and then Tucker had joked that he didn’t need magic to be better at pranks, and after that it never came up again.

It had become something of a sore point, after all. Between Sam, who technically comes from a magical family (even if her grandmother is her closest relative with actual magic), and Tucker, who is No-Maj-Born, Danny was the only one in their close circle of outcasts that couldn’t do anything special. In fact, the only reason why he even was an outcast wasn’t even his own fault, but his parents’. Their obsession with ghosts unfortunately had a rather negative impact on the way the town saw them, and with them, their children as well.

And, well. He had already been friends with Tucker before they ever met Sam. When they met, they clicked instantly; she fit in with them like fate had designed the three of them for each other. They had all been outcasts, if for entirely different reasons. Danny for his parents, Tucker for his love of technology, and Sam by her own choice. Bonding over this shared condition was almost instant, and their shared interests? An absolute bonus.

Sam was, of course, ecstatic to discover she had magic. She hadn’t been aware of its existence before, but Ida was more than happy to start teaching her when she showed signs of accidental magic. Apparently she was just as excited to see her grandchild with magic as Sam herself was; Ida’s son, Sam’s father, had been a squib, and had apparently decided that if he couldn’t be magical, he was going to be as normal as he could possibly be.

Compared to Sam, Tucker’s first accidental magic was a little more surprising, as it usually was for No-Maj-Born wizards. Still, Sam recognized it and explained it to him. Then Ida explained it to Tucker’s parents. Tucker joined Sam for magic training.

And if the two of them knew, then of course Danny couldn’t be left out, magic or not. Technically he’s not allowed to know, with the International Statute of Secrecy and all that. But everyone who knows the three of them knows that they wouldn’t keep secrets from each other. Not secrets like this.

So Danny was allowed to know.

That didn’t mean that anyone told the rest of the Fenton family. Because, really, who would? The adult Fentons were already quite fixated on ghosts, and no one wanted to find out how they would react to magic. And Jazz? She was too much of a skeptic for anyone to bother with.

Then, having somehow defied just about every law of science and magic, Danny’s parents cheerfully declared their Ghost Portal to be finished. And despite them knowing about magic and ghosts, and despite the fact that the Portal doesn’t even work, Sam and Tucker still convinced Danny to show them. He went along with their enthusiasm, wandered inside, and found out why it didn’t work.

After that, he wasn’t the only ‘perfectly normal’ member of their group of outcasts anymore.

Of course, being half ‘magical creature’ isn’t quite the same as having magic, but still. Having his own special powers was pretty cool, and it definitely had its upsides. Downsides, too, definitely downsides. Can’t have everything in life (half-life?). But, well. Gotta see things from the positive side, and all that.

So the three of them cleared some extra time in their schedules to fit in a new kind of training. And just like he attended the magical training of Sam and Tucker, despite not being able to do much, they attended his own ghostly training.

Then ghosts start attacking Amity Park, and, well… Sam and Tucker certainly get a lot more opportunities to use their magic, these days.

They start their own research, trying to find which spells would serve them best in the field. Sam and Tucker practiced them while Danny was training his own powers, although their work often overlapped. No one had ever studied how these spells affected ghosts, not real ones, solid ones. Definitely not how they worked on half-ghosts.

And so, barely two months after the Accident, Danny found himself in quite a dilemma. His hold on his ghost powers was still shaky, and his stamina still needed quite a bit of improvement. He’d lost his transformation – thankfully after he’d already caught the ghost – and couldn’t dredge up enough energy to use his powers in human form. Which, normally, would be fine.

Except that Sam and Tucker had gotten themselves trapped in a locked building by the ghost. They had just recently learned a rather convenient unlocking charm, which was just brilliant timing, really. If it weren’t for the fact that the both of them had been disarmed during the fight, their wands left outside the building, away from their owners.

Danny bent down, picking up the wands and eyeing them rather judgmentally, like it was the fault of the wands that they weren’t with Sam and Tucker. They appeared to be fine, which was lucky, since none of them wanted to explain to Ida how they’d managed to damage them.

He dragged his eyes off of the wands, instead glaring at the lock. For the first time in years he found himself cursing his lack of magic. He knew the spell, had seen Sam and Tucker use it so often that he’d memorized the incantation and matching movements. It would’ve been so easy.

Just a matter of… shifting one of the wands wand to his right hand, his primary hand. Willow, he duly noted, like it mattered, must be Tucker’s. He made the swishing motion, smooth like he’d grown up holding wands, because to some degree, he had. For the sake of appearance, in some insidious cocktail of hope and hatred, he finished the spell with its customary incantation. Shouted “Alahomora!” at the top of his lungs, like sheer force of will would make it work.

The door swung open, noiselessly, revealing the surprised faced of Sam and Tucker. Danny felt himself stiffen in shock, fingers clenched around Tucker’s wand.

They stood there for what felt like an eternity, blinking dumbly.

Tucker snapped out of it first, gingerly prying his wand out of Danny’s hand and inspecting it. “Dude, how’d you do that?”

His question jarred both Danny and Sam back to life. Danny quickly handed Sam her wand back, answering Tucker at the same time. “I… don’t know?”

Sam, who’d pocketed her wand immediately, crouched next to the door to inspect the lock. The lock which Danny had somehow, impossibly, opened.

“Well, you didn’t quite nail the Unlocking Charm, but you somehow managed to explode the lock without damaging the rest of the door, so I gotta applaud you on that.”

“Hooray for not doing more damage than necessary?” Danny tried, smiling sheepishly.

“Why did you even have my wand raised if you were using some kind of ghostly power anyway?” Tucker put away his wand as well, brow creased. “Wait, how’d you even blow up that lock? New ghost power?”

“Uh, I guess it might be a new power? I dunno.” Danny shrugged, looking at the door. “I was kind of out of ghost juice and I was thinking about how convenient it would be if I had magic like you guys, so I just kind of… tried to mimic what you guys do for the Unlocking Charm?”

Sam frowned, apparently considering this as she turned back to the door. Even from where he was standing Danny could tell that it looked somewhat exploded and mostly molten. No clear tells of ectoplasmic energy, but admittedly those didn’t always exist.

“Well, based on what I’m seeing here, your new ghost power is either a really sad attempt at an ecto-ray,” she studiously ignored Danny’s offended yelp, “or you can make things explode with your mind.”

“Or,” Tucker said, “your new ghost power is magic.”

“Tucker, ghosts are magical. All of his powers are magic.” Sam rolled her eyes, standing up from her crouch.

“No!” Tucker denied, ignoring her eye-roll. He then corrected with, “Well, yes I guess, but that’s not what I mean.”

Danny shared a glance with Sam, both of them shrugging at each other. Decision thus made, they nodded at Tucker to continue.

“See, I was thinking, we don’t really know much about the relationship between ghosts and magic. Typical wizarding ghosts aren’t affected by magic, and most spells don’t seem to have much of an effect on the Ghost Zone ghosts either. Additionally, we know that wizarding ghosts can’t use magic, even though they were capable of it while they were alive.”

“Okay, thanks for the summary, Tucker, but we already knew this.”

Tucker tutted disapprovingly at Sam, and then continued like he hadn’t been interrupted. “Now, we don’t know anything about how magic works with half-ghosts. If ectoplasmic energy and magical energy are some sort of counterpoints, as suggested by the fact that they cancel each other out, then Danny should have both, right?”

“I… I guess? That makes sense, sort of,” Danny muttered, frowning in thought.

“So then why didn’t he show any signs of it until now?” Sam crossed her arms, clearly skeptical.

“Uh, duh? It works like his ghost powers. Haven’t you noticed that he accesses those way more easily when he needs them? His magic must work the same, or at least for the initial use. Maybe he’ll start using accidental magic all over the place now that he knows he can do it, or has unlocked it, or whatever. Like his powers.”

Danny glanced at the two of them, then decided to jump in before they could start a real fight. “Well, in that case, I should probably start paying more attention during your training with Ida.”

“We’ll have to make room during your ghost training to practice magic as well,” Tucker added, a thoughtful expression on his face. His fingers rattled on the pocket where he kept his PDA, although the device was currently useless – despite years of trying, he still hadn’t found a way to make it work around magic.

“If this really is some sort of ghost-powered magic, you’ll probably need a wand, too.” Sam turned to Danny, brow creased.

Danny blanched. “Oh no, I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Yeah, where are we even supposed to get a wand for you?” Tucker seemed to think something over for a moment, then added, “There are no wizarding cities nearby, and we can’t ask Ida, either.”

“We don’t even know if this is actual magic,” Sam pointed out, quirking an eyebrow. “Why don’t we start with that? We can use out wands to figure that out, at least.”

That sounded good, at least. It would really be rather convenient, if he got magic as well, even if would be hassle to deal with. But…

“Hey, uh. Not to interrupt this really important conversation, but,” he glanced around them, then at the sun, pointedly. “Maybe we should get going?”

“Oh, crud.” Sam jolted into movement, grabbing him and Tucker by the elbow and bodily dragging them away. “Magic training starts soon. We gotta hurry!”

Once the training with Ida was over, the three of them moved to a quiet clearing in the forest. Really, Danny was glad that Sam and Tucker had had magic for years before he’d gotten his powers, since it meant that they had all kinds of convenient spots like this one already picked out.

Which, of course, now left him standing in said clearing, fidgeting with his friends’ wands. He felt rather awkward, both of them watching him, waiting for him to be ready.

“I don’t know guys. Aren’t you supposed to feel some sort of connection with a wand to be able to use it?”

Sam rolled her eyes at him, but Tucker answered him before she could. “Nah, that only applies if the wand has chosen you. These wands chose us, so they won’t react to you like that, but you should still be able to use them. Probably.”

“Wow.” Danny glared at him, flashing his eyes green for a moment. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Tuck.”

“Hey, always happy to help!” Tucker grinned, wide and mocking.

Sam kicked him in the shin, then turned to Danny like nothing had happened. “So, which one are you going to use?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Tucker’s, I guess, since that worked last time.” He shrugged, handing Sam’s wand back to her. “If it doesn’t work I guess I can try yours too.”

“Well, do you know what spell you’re going to try, at least?” Sam asked as she accepted her wand back, the deep black a sharp contrast to her pale skin.

“Dunno. Some basic charm, I guess, something that isn’t dangerous to you guys. Any suggestions?”

Sam and Tucker glanced at each other, and Tucker shrugged. Rolling her eyes, Sam turned back to Danny. “Maybe the Softening Charm, Spongify? The pronunciation and movements are fairly easy, and it doesn’t require anything specific to try it on.”

“It’s also almost impossible to blow something up while you’re trying to soften it,” Tucker added in, grinning widely. “So that’s a bonus.”

Danny huffed, ignoring Tucker. “Sounds good to me. Can you show it to me?” His hand curled tighter around the wand. Once again his nerves were coming back, but… there was really no need for them. Either he had magic, which would be cool, or he didn’t, which was fine too. There was no pressure.

His mind still refused to catch on, though.

“Yeah, sure.” Sam whirled her wand around, twirling it in her fingers, before pointing it at a fairly large stone that laid in the clearing. She made a swirling move with her wand, somewhat like an S, and forcefully said “Spongify!”

A ray of pink light launched from the tip of her wand, hitting the rock.

Nodding approvingly, Sam wandered over to it, pressing down on the rock. It squished down like it was made out of rubber, bouncing back to its original shape when she released it.

“Alright, now you try.” She shot him an encouraging look, which he answered with a doubtful one of his own.

Still, he straightened himself out, pointing his borrowed wand at a different rock. He exhaled, focused, tried to grasp onto any magic he might contain. With all confidence he could muster he repeated Sam’s movement, calling out the incantation, and he felt the power move from his chest, down his arm, and into the wand.

The light that shot out of his wand was a weird mix of pink and ectoplasm green, however, and the rock shattered into tiny pieces when the spell hit it.

“Uh, whoops?”

Sam shook her head but didn’t comment. Instead she approached what was left of the rock, crouching down briefly to pick up one of the shards. She curled her hand into a fist and, incredibly, the shard gave way easily, squashing down as if it were made out of rubber.

“Well, it worked, more or less,” she said, rather unnecessarily.

Tucker snorted. “Must’ve somehow mixed in ecto-energy, then. Maybe it’s a side-effect from being half-ghost?”

Danny frowned at them, but walked over to Sam to take a closer look as well. He ducked to pick up a different piece of rock. Just like the other shard, it had turned rubbery and bouncy. His spell had had the desired effect, it had just… also shattered the rock in the process.

“So I guess you were both right, sort of. It’s magic, like Tucker suggested, but also an ecto-ray, like Sam thought.” He tossed the shard up, catching it again before it hit the ground. “Maybe I can learn to filter out the ecto-energy when I’m trying to do magic.”

“And I guess we’ll have to add in magic training for you, in addition to your regular ghost power training.” Sam heaved a dramatic sigh. “Geez, Danny, overpowered much?”

But she grinned as she said it, and Danny smiled back.

“Yeah, well, wait until I get around to using my powers to prank you guys back.” The smile on his face turned into something wicked as he said it, and Tucker visibly repressed a shiver.

“Okay, well.” The boy cleared his throat, clearly trying to drag the conversation to a different topic. “Now that we’ve proven that I was right and Danny somehow got magic despite being a No-Maj before the Accident, how are we going to get him a wand?”

Sam frowned pensively. “I don’t know. I guess I can look into the nearest wandmaker, and how we could get there without anyone noticing.”

“And if this is anything like my regular ghost powers, and I bet it will be,” he made a face, hopefully expressing now not-enthused he was about the possibility, “I’ll probably have to deal with a bunch of accidental magic as well. Hooray.”

“Well, Danny, at least your parents will probably just blame it on a ghost.” Tucker winked theatrically.

Danny groaned. “Tucker, I am a ghost.”

Sam rolled her eyes in fond exasperation. “Boys, boys, you’re both pretty. Can we please focus again?”

“Aw, Sam, you think I’m pretty?” Tucker laid a hand on his chest and gasped dramatically. “You should tell the other girls at school, maybe one of them will agree and ask me out.”

She punched him in the arm in response, not dignifying him with an answer. Danny chuckled, but immediately wiped the smile off of his face when she turned to glare at him.

“Right, uh.” He cleared his throat, attempting to steer the conversation back to the previous topic. “I guess we should go through all the spells that Ida has taught you two, and somehow sort them on how easy they were to learn, and how useful they’ll be. That way we can figure out the best order for me to learn them in.”

Tucker hummed. “Since Sam is going to look into getting you a wand, I guess I can take care of assembling the initial list. We’ll have to go through it together to figure out which spells are must useful, though. And yes, that includes you, Danny.”

“Yeah, alright, that makes sense.” Danny nodded, then stretched and yawned. “It’s getting late, we should probably start heading home. We can do a last patrol along the way.”

Both of his friends nodded their approval, and thus they set off through the woods again.

Danny woke up surprisingly well-rested. In the past week, ever since discovering his magical abilities, he’d been even more prone to being tired. After all, as the others had predicted, his magic had started manifesting as it did for any untrained wizard – with accidental bouts of magic.

Considering that these bouts of magic drew heavily from his ghost powers, they were not only annoying, they were also, quite frankly, exhausting. Without a wand, his magic was even shakier than his ghost powers.

Unfortunately, acquiring a wand proved difficult. Sam and Tucker had continued to teach him using theirs, but his spells remained lackluster and, for lack of a better word, explosive. And the search for a wandmaker hadn’t gone much better, because even the closest were still too far away for the three of them to reach. Danny could probably make it if he flew, but he didn’t trust his ghost powers enough to try. Not yet, at least.

So until then, he just had to… suffer through this. The ghosts that normally disturbed his day, and night, and really any time of day, they didn’t help. But for once none had come during the night, so he’d slept well.

He stretched and yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his hands. He hoped he would get more nights like this. They were a nice break.

Quickly, he dressed himself, grabbed his homework from his desk, and went to leave for breakfast.

He stopped. Frowned. Turned back to look at his desk again.

On his desk laid a narrow rectangular box, a folded note lying on top of it. Hesitantly, but damnably curious, Danny walked back over to it. He picked up the note, folding it open to read it.

‘Daniel,

I have heard of your magical problems. This wand should alleviate some of your troubles. It is yew, with a thestral tail hair as core, 11.5” and fairly flexible. May it serve you well.’

The handwriting wasn’t one that Danny recognized, and the note wasn’t signed in any way. Really, there was no way of telling who had written it.

Turning his gaze back to the box, Danny hesitated for a moment. Then he grabbed the lid and pulled it off. Lying inside the box was a rather elegant wand, its wood not overly light, but still standing out starkly against the dark fabric it laid in.

He frowned to himself, but reached out towards it regardless. It might not have been a smart idea, but, well. Danny wasn’t exactly known for those, was he?

The moment his fingers touched the wand, he shivered, immediately pulling his hand away.

“Alright, that’s… strange,” he muttered to himself, hand clutched to his chest but eyes still on the wand. Somehow, someone had brought him a wand in the middle of the night. No one in his family knew about magic, so they couldn’t have done it. Sam and Tucker wouldn’t have kept it a secret if they had found one, and they couldn’t have gotten in his room without him noticing, anyway. A ghost, then? But his ghost sense hadn’t gone off all night.

Danny put the lid back, tapping his fingers on the outside of the box as he considered his options. He had no way of knowing how it had gotten to his room, or why. Was it a trap? A genuine helpful offer? Was this really the solution to his wand problem?

In the end he shoved the box, and the note it had come with, into his backpack. He would have to talk it over with Sam and Tucker sometime during school.

“Woah dude, hang on.” Tucker shot Danny a rather disbelieving look. “You’re saying that a wand somehow ended up on your desk, but your ghost sense hasn’t gone off all night? Yeah, that is pretty suspicious.”

Sam nodded, her expression equally fierce. “Yeah, if we can find a quiet spot we’ll check it during lunch. Do you know anything about it?”

“Well, the note listed its materials, but that’s it. Yew, with a thestral tail hair as a core.” He shrugged. “Not that I know what a thestral is. Or, y’know, if the note is right or not.”

“I think a thestral is a type of magical horse, but I’m not sure…” Sam trailed off, before snapping back into focus. “Anyway, we should figure out if the wand is safe to use, and if it works for Danny. The details don’t matter.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Tucker agreed, darting a glance at Danny’s backpack like he could see the wand through the box and the bag. “Let’s get to class before we’re late.”

“Yeah, last thing I need is another reason for Mr. Lancer to give me detention.” Danny paused, then added, drily, “Again.”

“So, looks like your wand is, in fact, safe.” Sam frowned at the wand in her hand. “Tucker and I can both use it, although the results are…”

“It reacts as unpredictably to us as our wands do to Danny. So it should work like a charm for you!” Tucker cut in, grinning at Danny. “Give it a shot, Danny!”

“Yeah, yeah, calm down already.” He accepted the wand from Tucker, rolling it around in his hand. It felt right to hold it, like it somehow connected to him, to his energy and his ghost core. But it wasn’t… not in an unpleasant way. It was kind of like his ghost sense, similarly weak, but it was warm and pleasant, as opposed to the cold that came with his ghost sense.

He straightened himself out, holding out the wand like the weapon it was. It was pointed right at the target they had brought, now, almost unwavering despite his nerves. He took a moment to focus, pulling back his ghostly energy as much as possible.

“Spongify!”

The light that came out of his wand was almost flawless pink. The target shuddered when it was hit, but not even a scorch mark was left.

Sam nodded her approval, already walking over to check the results. Even from the other side of the clearing, it was clearly visible to Danny. The spell had worked.

“Looks like your mysterious wand donor knows what they’re doing.” Tucker was turned towards the target as well, but Danny was sure he could watch him from the corner of his eye.

He snorted. “Yeah, guess so. I wonder who it was, though.”

“Well, if you ever find out, you should thank them.” Sam rejoined them, having straightened out the target.

“Definitely,” Tucker agreed. “Anyway, Danny, you up for some more magic training?”

“Heck yeah, let’s do it!” He grinned, wide and enthusiastic, and they both grinned back.

“Sooo, I figured out something new related to magic and my ghost powers,” Danny said, rather unexpectedly, one random day early next year.

“Really?” Sam sat up, quirking an eyebrow. “What did you find out?”

“I think I can sense magic.” He saw both of them silently ask for more information, so he continued explaining. “It’s not like my ghost sense, it doesn’t trigger automatically when I’m near it. And I can only feel it, there’s no visual thing. Just… sense.”

Tucker also sat up, looking at Danny. “How’d you figure that out, dude?”

“I was looking for one of my magic books yesterday, and I couldn’t find it.” He shrugged. “So I was kind of complaining to myself that I could sense ghosts but not magic, and then I realized that I could suddenly, I dunno how to describe it, ‘feel’ certain things in my room. And when I looked into it, I realized that everything that stood out was magical.”

He smiled at them, rather sheepishly. “And I tried to trigger it again just now, and I can sense you two as well. So, yeah, I think I can sense magic.”

Tucker had already whipped out his PDA the moment Danny started talking, and was now writing up a storm. Danny was glad that they’d found a workaround to keep their tech working; seeing Tucker without the machine had been weird.

“I’ve added it to our files,” the boy said, not looking up from the screen. “Do you think this is something you should practice during training as well?”

Danny frowned, considering it for a moment. He nodded. “Yeah. It’s kinda tough to trigger it on purpose, and maybe I can hone it to be more specific. It might be useful if I can sense wards and magical objects and stuff.”

“You’re right, that could be pretty handy.” Sam leaned back, a thoughtful look on her face. “Who knows what kind of magical stuff we’ll run into now that more and more people are finding out about Amity Park ghosts.”

“Alright. I’ll plan it into our training schedule, then.”

Sam snapped her fingers, jerking upright again. “Actually, speaking of magical mysteries. Danny, did you ever figure out who gave you your wand?”

“Uh, yeah, actually.” He blushed, grimacing at the same time. “Clockwork said he gave me the wand, but he was his usual vague self, so he refused to tell me why or how he got it.”

Tucker frowned at him, but shrugged. “I guess that that makes sense. He would’ve known which wand was perfect for you.”

“Yeah, and he could have frozen time to deliver it, so you wouldn’t have sensed him,” Sam agreed with a nod.

“Not sure why he didn’t sign the note with CW though, but I’m sure he had his reasons.” Danny looked at his wand, twirling it between his fingers. In the months since he’d gotten it he had quickly adjusted to it. His magic still needed work, but, well. Only so much they could accomplish as a group, between the three of them and Ida.

“I’m glad he went out of his way to give it to me, though,” Danny continued, dismissing his train of thought. “We know now how much of a hassle it would’ve been to find a wand that works for me, and that’s not even taking into account the fact that we had no way of traveling around without telling Ida about my accident.”

“Man, Danny, you must be pretty important if Clockwork went out of his way to break the rules for you.” Tucker grinned, having clearly meant it as a joke.

But Danny couldn’t help but be reminded of the fact that this wasn’t the only time that Clockwork had interfered. Tucker didn’t know, of course. Neither of his friends knew how close they had really come to that future.

Instead he grinned at his friends. “Yeah, guess so. We better get going, don’t want to be late for magic training.”

Sam snorted. “Especially you, mister ‘no Ida I don’t have any magic I don’t know what you’re talking about’.”

Danny glared at her, playfully flashing his eyes green, then rolled them. “I hear you. But, seriously, I’m glad that Ida is fine with it. Training with you guys is fun, but having an actually experienced wizard there to help is pretty great.”

“Amen to that, Danny.” Tucker slung an arm around his shoulder, grinning widely. “Amen to that.”

#danny phantom #crossover #phanfic #dp fanfic #idk if hp has any particular tags i should be aiming for when i start posting ww hmm #harry potter #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #dark writes #spells #weirdward

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NHL season 19-20 Tarot predictions 2/5

These are my Tarot predictions for the coming 2019-2020 NHL season. I used my trusty Mary-El deck made by Marie White.

A few notes before the main thing:

- Take these predictions with a grain of salt – or don’t. It’s up to you. I personally believe in this until proven otherwise, but you have your own free will

- I have tried my best to be as objective as I can. That’s why I first wrote down numbers from 1 to 31, then drew the cards, then added the team names

- These cards were picked on 19th of August and I’ve been trying not to read too much news to prevent them affecting my reading

- I have used reversed cards, that’s just how I do things

- I picked the cards fully randomly from the deck. The amount of reversed cards one right after the other surprised me as well

- This is my personal way of reading the cards. What I’ve written may differ from your way of reading them. That’s ok. We’re individuals

- The cursive notes are attempts at gathering the basic gist of what I’m trying to say – or vibes, or anything else I deemed important or noteworthy

6 Carolina Hurricanes - Ten of Wands

Ten of Wands symbolizes completion, but at a cost. It is both creative and destructive, heroic yet prone to corruption. It speaks of responsibility towards making the right choices with what we are and what we have. It teaches us that victories rarely happen without struggle and scars. The card depicts a rider on a white horse, crowned with a laurel wreath and his golden armor aflame. He holds a bow so he can shoot arrows towards his success – yet, with bows we must remember that it must be drawn back before releasing the arrow. The horse is depicted galloping across the sky Maybe this card warns to get off the high horse and take responsibility of one's actions. There may also be drawbacks along the way. This is a normal part of the process. Don’t give up.

7 Chicago Blackhawks - The Sun

The Sun is the symbol of a person's full potential realized. For eons, the Sun has been akin to, or de facto, god to humankind. It gives us light and life. But it is also what we make of it: for some, it is the giver of life, for others, a complex of matter and physics. We make the Sun into our own image – ergo, we are gods, we are the Sun itself. In its bare bones, this card represents all one can achieve by realizing their full potential: success, happiness, illumination

This team is on the right path, at least. I personally can’t cheer for them, but that’s not the point here.

8 Colorado Avalanche - Five of Discs

Five of Discs symbolizes the paradise within oneself, all the knowledge and answers that can be found inside your own being. It radiates grounding, centering vibes, and speaks of inner peace. The card depicts a man with snakes as his hair, looking at his bare chest at ease, almost smiling. There is a hole where the heart is, and inside lies the paradise. The snakes, reminders of one's wrongdoings and ugly truths, are a part of him. But so is the peace and serenity of his own personal heaven. All the snakes cannot take away the paradise within him

Things may not be perfect. They never will. But the inner paradise, the thing they’ll want to get to, is already there, no matter what.

9 Columbus Blue Jackets - The Hermit

This team is alphabetically the ninth team, and the Hermit is the ninth card of Tarot. It speaks of inner wisdom that banishes one's ignorance. It guides us to be true to ourselves. The Hermit is alone but not lonely – this is his choice, his path, and he must walk it alone. His experience and trust in his own self guide him along the way. The card shows a figure, cloaked in green and blue, holding a lantern to illuminate his way. The cloak mimics the swirly waves around the figure, a stormy sea representing deep knowledge and complicated emotions. This, however, does not scare him; one of the waves comes from within the cloak. He is the stormy sea

This is a powerful card. I hope that the team will intuitively follow its meaning. The strength and the know-how are both there.

10 Dallas Stars - Nine of Wands

Nine of Wands is an energetic and powerful card. It is filled with symbolism of one's inner fire and untameable energies. It reminds us of our free will as individuals and urges us to harness our own power. It is the card of movement, right here, right now – a “ride or die” of tarot. The art of the card shows a red-haired woman, cloaked in fire, holding a flame of her inner fire on his hand, riding a tiger. The tiger is depicted with her mouth opened in a snarl and her claws fully out. She is ready to bounce, whether her rider is ready or not

Ready or Not by The Fugees has been playing on a loop in my head ever since I read this card. ‘Nuff said.

11 Detroit Red Wings - The Empress

The Empress is filled with fertility, abundance, and unconditional love. She is the mother of all, the warm embrace, the nurturing figure we all deserve. Her energies are those of manifestation; because manifestation, too, is a form of birth. The card depicts the Empress carrying a baby on her back, stepping out of a deep forest. She has gathered apples in the skirt of her dress, and her eyes are set towards the open, vast, light scenery outside of the card. The future. She has carried a part of herself both inside of her and on her back, and is now ready to carry it into the world

This card, just like The Sun and a few others, gives me high hopes for the coming season. Things are looking up.

12 Edmonton Oilers - Ten of Cups

Ten of Cups represents the war and chaos within our minds, the good and the bad, and in essence, the whole spectrum of life. It reminds us that in the chaotic and ever-changing emotional storms that we call life, only one thing is certain: death. This is not a bad thing. All deaths are beginnings for the new. This card depicts the red horse of apocalypse, the horse of war – in this case within ourselves. On his back he carries a skeleton woman holding both a bleeding cup and a skeleton child. Both mother and child are reminders of our mortality, as well as our ability tame and ride the war within ourselves

There are both good and bad things on the horizon. There is an inner turmoil, which won’t come ass a surprise to anyone at this point. However, it’s not the whole truth. Some may squabble, but there are people who will rise above it and get to work.

#witchy stuff #tarot #hockey #Carolina Hurricanes #Chicago Blackhawks #Colorado Avalanche #Columbus Blue Jackets #Dallas Stars #Detroit Red Wings #Edmonton Oilers

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It’s not over until the Fat Lady sings | Part VI

Pairing: Penny Haywood x Jacob’s Sibling

Summary: It’s over. It’s your final day at Hogwarts. It’s time to say farewell to your friends and soon enough the start of new adventures.

You cannot recognize the direction in which you are walking with precision. All the jungle looks exactly the same to you. Tree after tree, vine after vine. Unlike Professor Oliveira, who navigated the jungle with such ease as if it were her home, you found yourself constantly fumbling with the uneven terrain, Penny constantly bumps against your back as a result.

Rakepick and Professor Oliveira come into a halt. You feel Penny’s body press against you again before she settles on holding the sleeve of your robe.

“Visitors first, por favor.”

It’s a tent under the disillusionment charm. You are pleasantly surprised. You had only read of this but never actually practiced it yourself. You knew very few people from the top of your head who could hold such charm for an indeterminate amount of time.

Rakepick goes first. You step aside to let Penny pass through. She looks at you as if you had suddenly grown another magical head. You can only assume she had never been inside a tent with an

Undetectable Extension Charm before.

“Just go,” You whisper. Noticing her hesitance, you take her hand into yours and lead the way.

It isn’t spacious or anywhere fancy unlike the last tent you were in with your parents while on the last Quidditch World Cup. Unlike you, a true and loyal fan of Maximus Brankovitch, most of your vapid family members spent most of the five days of the that last Quidditch Final inside it.

On the back, there are two doors. At simple inspection, a small kitchen, with a stove and a breakfast bar with four wooden stools. All sorts of unknown plants perched in apparent order occupy the squared dining table. You feel Penny squeeze your hand before letting it go. The plants on the table are the first things that pick her interest.

“Do you know any of these, menina?”

Penny’s blue eyes shine in excitement, “Cordia verbenacea, for ointment against powerful magical scars, euphorbia tirucalli or naked lady can mimic almost any disease, and an awakening potion with Trichilia catigua can stop you from batting an eye for days.”

Maria Aparecida Oliveira smiles widely, almost feverishly, her resemblance to a cat, uncanny.

“Maravilha, maravilha,” she grabs both of Penny’s hands into her bony ones, “Do you enjoy potion making, dear?”

“I love potion making.” Her words carry emphasis, a doting mother talking about her child. Her blue eye glaze over. It is not very often that you see Penny’s eye shine with such excitement.

“Perfect! I sense, you and I will enjoy working together my child, very good, very good.” she pats

Penny’s hands before letting them go.

Her tawny eyes are magnetic, neither of you can take your eyes of Professor Oliveira. It is almost as if you feel compelled to look at her. Her eyes a magnet, the unnatural feeling of it made a shudder run down your spine.

A sudden thunder erupts through the tent, the familiar sound of a magical apparition. No one speaks as all heads turn to the entrance. The surroundings turn suddenly still, the idea that you had just escaped a persecution is fresh in your mind.

You unexpectedly feel the pointy but heavy pressure of a wand behind you. You even your breathing; the last thing you want to disclose to a potential enemy is fear. That much, you do know.

“Quem são?” the voice is deep and masculine. You are instantly confused. Despite having your eyes set on the door, your eyes did not manage to notice a single indication of movement.

“I don’t understand you.” you speak through gritted teeth.

The situation unnerves you. Penny stands motionless beside Professor Oliveira, her grip tight against her own wand, so tight in fact you can recognize a perceptible quiver. Rakepick, on the other side of the room, looks uninterested in your direction with no apparent intention of coming to your aid. Had this been a set up all along? What are you supposed to do in a situation like this? You are not prepared for an ambush…

“Nico! Eles são aliados, uncover yourself.” Professor Oliveira’s voice is loud and clear.

You turn your head the moment you feel the pressure of the wood disappear from your back. Before you, the silhouette of a tall black man starts to materialize from head to toe. It is almost as he had been hiding under an invisible cloth. He towers over you; his deep sunken dark eyes connect with yours.

You tense your grip around your own wand instinctively.

“Nicolau Zumbi,” he nods in acknowledgment.

“He is my assistant; it is a couple of years since he is out of school, not much different from yourselves.”

Professor Oliveira speaks casually, as if this stranger had not just threatened you with his wand.

Something in you screamed you to run, to escape, but your feet would not budge. Fear, strong and foreign, paralyzes you. A couple of steps from you, Penny Haywood looks unusually pale.

“Excuse me, I did not know.” His words are morose, but his English, unlike his companion’s, is easier to understand albeit American sounding.

“You have to understand, crianças,” you feel her bony hands on your shoulder now, warm against your tense muscles, “the Amazônia is a sacred area, home to a restricted number of botanical and magizoological species, only wizards with a special permission from the congresso are allowed here.”

“Do we have permission?” Penny ventures, still pale but noticeably more relaxed.

Oliveira’s laugh is loud and melodic, unlike any other laugh you had heard before. You can only assume the tent is charmed with a silencing spell as well.

“Paty, are your children unaware of the way you work?” she can’t hide the laughter from her words as your attention shifts to your ‘mentor’. Rakepick doesn’t look humored, and remains nonplussed to your reproachful stare.

You know Patricia Rakepick is self-serving and narcissistic, but jeopardizing your life without your acknowledgement is beyond utilitarian. Machiavellian. A total disregard of Penny and you as individuals. Had she told you from the beginning you were about to immerse yourself in an adventure bordering on illegal in another country, perhaps, you would have given it a second thought. You feel ashamed about these thoughts, considering the amount of dangerous misgivings you got your friends and yourself into as a student. Yet, the fear in your heart, for Penny on the most part, is real.

Your body finally moves a step forward on Rakepick’s direction. Her impassive stare challenges you.

You feel Professor Oliveira’s bony hand tense over your shoulder. It is Penny who finally stops you, however, with a gentle hand over your arm.

She does not have to say it, her hand, always gentle carries a firm ‘don’t do this’. You sigh through your nostrils in frustration. This is too much information for you to remain calm a minute longer.

“You are probably tired from the trip; we can talk about this tomorrow, if you excuse me.” Her words are final as you watch Patricia Rakepick disappear behind one of the doors inside the tent leaving you dumbstruck.

“Nico, offer them tea, querido, it is a long trip, after all.”

“That would be lovely,” Penny chimes in as she calmly guides you towards one of the wooden stools in the kitchen.

You drink your tea in silence. You are frankly not convinced of trusting these people but you are beyond livid to think properly. You don’t really listen to what Maria Aparecida Oliveira has to say.

“This is an ancient brew of tea, far from magical but particularly recomforting”, she says.

Her words rapidly drift in the distance in and out of focus as words of retellings of her own travels and adventures go through deaf ears.

“You’ve been silent.” Penny’s words are a whisper, conversely loud in the silence of the tent.

You settled on the opposite room to Rakepick. The room is empty, except for a desk and a candle. With you, two sets of blankets and pillow. Oliveira sent you to sleep after the tea, of which you did not drink a single drop.

You have had been so busy racking your brains about the situation you failed to notice Penny had not fallen sleep. Granted, sleeping on a flat floor does not make it any easy. The weather is so mild and humid you had to doff your travelling cloaks altogether by the floor.

“We should be sleeping.” You turn on your side to look at your friend.

You can barely identify Penny’s laid down figure over the brim of the dimming light emanating from the candle on the desk. If anything, it makes her look even more beautiful to you.

“Yet, you are not.”

“You aren’t either.”

“You should’ve drank the tea, it had valerian root.”

You wrinkle your nose in distaste. As long as your britishness is concerned, you cannot recognize other tea than Earl Grey, even if your life depended on it. As for Penny, there is no day she does not surprise you.

You cast a silencing charm under your breath.

“I don’t trust these people.” You confess lightly.

I don’t trust myself or why I allowed you to tag along, is an addition that remains on your lips. Other than anger, guilt has taken a permanent spot on your stomach.

You feel Penny move closer to you before whispering your name. The tip of the fingertips of her nearest hand interlaces with yours.

“Do you trust me?” she is so close you can feel the hotness of her breath over the humid air.

“Yes,” it is a certain truth, “do you trust me, Penny?” your eagerness betrays you. Your decision-making has disappointed you, and you fear, Penny as well.

“You are one of the most talented sorcerers I have met, of course I trust you.” She pauses, “it is my decision to be here, okay? Please, don’t fret about it. We’ll figure everything out. Like always.”

Your pounding heart finally comes to a lull as you feel your stomach relax instantly at her words. It is almost as if she has been reading your thoughts all along, she knows you that well.

You get a glimpse of her tender smile as you see the light finally wane into total darkness. Her warm hand, however, remained over yours, right until slumber finally befell you.

Tall brightly colored buildings surround you. It is nothing like you ever seen before. You don’t know why but a raising feeling of panic quickly takes over you. You are following someone, or is someone is chasing you, you are not quite sure. The tall brick structures are separated, only, by narrow and dark alleyways, making it feel like a maze.

You look up only to see towering smoke intertwining with the dark sky. You hear shouting in the vicinity, your wand is firm on your hand, ready.

Are you looking for someone? Why do you feel so panicky?

Someone crashes into your shoulder with force, almost knocking you into the floor. Bony hands grab you by the shoulders only to go into a fervent rant.

“Isso é culpa da Macumba! Corra ou morra! É uma maldição!”

A light shake on your shoulder wakes you from your slumber. You open your eyes blearily to meet a mane of bright straw colored hair. Penny is kneeling over you, her usually braided hair combed into a bun.

You want to smile at her but your body feels unusually clammy, as if you’d been coated by the thick saliva of a Cerberus.

“Maria told me to get you, we are leaving soon.”

Your throat feels unusually dry despite the humidity. You can even feel your white shirt pressing against your chest nastily. The thought of using Aguamenti on yourself crosses your mind briefly.

“Thank Merlin.” Your skin is not used to tolerating climates like these.

You take a fast look around to notice the room as empty as you found it. The wooden desk with an extinguished candle on the corner. Penny’s blanket neatly folded beside you. You look up to find Penny handing you your traveling cloak, folded as well, and with an unusual soapy smell.

“I might’ve scourgified it.” A light blush graces Penny’s cheeks before she leaves the room with a quiet, ‘hurry up’.

The image of what domestic life with Penny would be like pushes the recent memory of your dream on the back of your head as you decide on a change of clothes under your recently washed traveling cloak. It is a bit embarrassing for you to accept, you have completely forgotten the last time you had cleaned it yourself.

You exit the room to find Maria and her assistant, Nicolau, packing the last of their herbs and flowers into a big rectangular trunk. You share a scowl with an anxious looking Penny, who quickly reaches your side.

“Where is Rakepick?”

As far as you are concerned, your alliance to her, your mentorship, has suffered an important blow. You never really trusted her, not really, but suddenly abandoning you in the middle of nowhere with strangers didn’t look too good in your book.

“Paty is doing a Portkey, we been waiting for you. We cannot wait more and not compromise the mission.” Maria’s calm answer contrasts to your briskness.

You see her draw a golden pocket watch from under her green cloak. You notice it is not much different from Rakepick’s own, if not the same. As in on cue, one of the white porcelain teacups you had drank from just a night before starts to glow a intense blue hue.

“We have to leave now."

"One.”

You share glances with Maria.

“Two.”

You and Penny share glances.

There really is no other choice. Remain the middle of the Amazon or find out what exactly are you doing in Brazil. You can’t help but give her a lopsided grin. Sometimes, you can be really dense. And forgiving. And naive. And trusting. If something is ever going to get you killed is your sense of adventure and curiosity.

“Three.”

You see Penny reach for the teacup with you before you feel the now familiar feeling under your navel. Your stomach churns on an empty stomach and unforgiving bile. It is not much different from the adrenaline pump you feel everytime you ride over a broom at max speed. Your thrill for the unknown might one day be your great dismissal.

Not today.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. Real life got in the way. I had my very own end of the (school) year promotion, and also fell sick. I wrote all of these on off chances I had at work, mostly. Hopefully, it won't show. Happy reading! And off to action we go on the next chapter! Remember you can also find it in Ao3. Link on my fanfiction masterlist.

#penny haywood #penny haywood x mc #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm #hogwarts mystery #jacob's sibling #jacob's sibling x penny haywood

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