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sebastian sallow | general thoughts / headcanons with gryffindor!mc
this is just overall thoughts on the sebastian arc and his general characterisation (yes, i am continuing to update this on my second playthrough)
spoilers below
the amount of times i’ve caught sebastian looking at mc through the start of my now second play-through is hilariously adorable, like don’t get me wrong the herbology one is absolutely the best, but i noticed that throughout charms sebastian is just staring at mc (like he’s straight up starts ignoring ominis speaking to him when they walk in the room) also the slight glances in defence against the dark arts before the duel is so cute.
he does it again whilst sirona and rookwood are arguing, like he just turns to them and similes
you can’t convince me otherwise that mc didn’t grab at least his arm to pull him away from ranrok, like it genuinely looks like that and if you squint hard enough it looks like he does the same thing when heading into the three broomsticks
listen i’m specifically playing as fem! & gryffindor! and the missions with ominis feel so reminiscent of the golden trio (i’m calling it now, they’re the electrum trio - a metal mixed with gold and sliver) especially the crucio side-mission
saw someone in a comment sum their dynamic up perfectly from my perspective
“i used to have beef with ominis before this (crucio) quest happened and now it’s me, a gryffindor dragging two slytherins by their shirt collars”
slight tangent but ominis is so sweet if you start as a slytherin! i saw my friend start his game and meet him in the common room and i was like “i’m sorry, is this the same tory bastard that yelled at me for nicking his pal?”
if anything sebastian comes off worse in that section.
almost every streamer i’ve came across assumes he’s flirting, like this was absolutely intentional
when either of the boys, particularly sebastian is speaking to imelda and the conversation of mc comes up she absolutely refers to mc as “that gryffindor of yours”
i mean, it’s the age old rivalry that just gives everything that extra oomph! despite the fact nobody seems to be questioning that a gryffindor has closely befriended not one, but two slytherins because that certainly isn't suspicious (i'm surprised one of the gryffindors didn't bring it up - particularly leander)
speaking of leander, why are the more prominent gryffindors (and ravenclaws) so antagonistic or hellbent on getting us in trouble?
sebastian’s jealously towards both his friends is dripping in the crucio quest like, in the line below i know he means because mc and ominis have special abilities but...
"between the two of you, i'm starting to feel left out"
the constant proud "that's my girl" look on his face
"never know who's watching - although that hasn't stopped us before."
"strictly speaking, it has. we were caught."
also at the start of the library mission, anyone notice the way he's casually waiting on mc against the banister smiling up at her? or whilst he's waiting on her and ominis to figure out the location of the scriptorium? like, this boy knows he's the shit.
listen, there are certain things that sebastian said and did during his storyline that even at that age, i would’ve noped out of but i went in with a “yes, corrupt the little goody-two-shoes gryffindor madly infatuated with you” attitude and honestly it was so much fun. cause objectively yeah, sebastian should be expelled at the very least but my mc was not gonna let them do that (they're very much giving jd and veronica)
that said, mc isn't about to let him walk all over her, she's a gryffindor for a reason, she's just had some misguided judgement
don’t love how there isn’t much of a reaction from either boy after crucio is cast on mc, especially from sebastian (again, massive red flag) but also, think the devs missed the mark on that one like sebastian is still mc’s friend, yeah he really wants to see anne healed but a little sympathy shown would’ve been nice and a proper acknowledgement of what'd he'd done.
even if sebastian shrugged it off quickly he should've helped them walk or at least offered a hand to stand up
i love the wee house jibes, i wish we got more of them!
"you're not a bad chap, for a slytherin"
"you gryffindors don't have a monopoly on bravery y'know"
an awful lot of english folk in the scottish highlands
sebastian and poppy are talking whilst leaving a class and my brain was like “omg her bf + gf are talking!”
i want triwizard and yule so badly!
the red and the green / gold and silver looks, look so good!
mc makes a comment about how amazed sebastian will be when she tells him that she took down the ashwinders by herself
"it'd be wise to keep an eye on you"
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general headcanons (oc-ish)
he'd absolutely mutter continuous little digs and comments throughout their classes simply to get under her skin and make her smile whilst she's trying to listen to their professors (he used to do this to ominis but he's able to ignore sebastian now after years of the torment)
whilst having dinner in the great hall they won't be sitting together but they'll lightly tap or nudge one another on the back if they're passing behind each-other's designated tables
sebastian refers to the fat lady painting as the "golden gate keeper of mediocrity" after walking mc back to gryffindor tower, which earns him a mildly deserved elbow jab
he gives mc piggy-backs during their trips to hogsmead and the quidditch pitch
whilst she's walking to and from classes with cressida or natsai, sebastian is regularly seen inserting himself between them, putting an arm over mc and / or pinching her away over to ominis and nerida
"who would've thought, all it took was a snake to tame the lion" cressida noted to a disinterested leander, peering over at the scarlet robes peaking beneath the sea of green
mc likes to softly poke at his blushing cheeks, joking that if sebastian "gets any redder, he won't be allowed back into slytherin" or that "he might have to come back to gryffindor with her"
mc has on occasion accidently fallen asleep, resting her head on his shoulder during history of magic
most of the gryffindors (nellie, leander and garreth in particular) will tease sebastian as he waits for her outside the common room, claiming "she was ours first" and attempt to distract her for as long as possible beyond the painting just to 'knock 'im down a few pegs'
they're well aware she's highly capable of holding her own, but not only is he a slytherin, he's also sebastian sallow so they're protective
he much prefers bumping into natty, who'll make a light "lost puppy" joke, share laugh and proceed to actually go get mc or he would actively seek out lucan because he knows the kid sucks-up to him but eventually the older gryffindors caught-on and would bribe lucan with chocolate frogs to stop him in his tracks
mc enjoys exposing sebastian to muggle trinkets and snacks, she grew up in a travelling circus with her parents, a ringmaster and fortune teller who never attended hogwarts in their youth (i'm gonna do a separate oc bio)
the trio all share a love of pumpkin pasties and lavender tea so whoever has a free period (or when sebastian has detention) will pop down to the kitchen to collect some
forehead kisses, hugs and interlocked arms whilst exploring the castle are everything to these two (their subtle little height difference is adorable, especially when you remember fem!mc is wearing wee wedged shoes at the start of the game)
highwing isn't his biggest fan (prefers ominis) and mc relishes in that
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#harry potter#my gif looks like ass#i forgot how to make them look good and im not used to getting clips from my ps5#i'm gonna make a gif set with my second playthrough cause i missed screen recording a lot of their best scenes first time around
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PAUSE? i have never considered the idea that TOM created the room of requirement. i actually never thought abt who mightve made it... but considering he hid the diadem "among years of students' discarded items" it was likely made before his time? damn there goes that idea. actually perhaps ravenclaw made it considering the diadem presumably also has some sort of legilimency powers (gives you "wisdom") and its located on the upper levels too
Anon is referring to this post, where I contemplated the Room of Requirements and put out that Tom might be the creator. And while it's not a theory I'm particularly invested in, I was... surprisingly able to come up with good arguments, at least good enough that Tom gets put on the list of possible creators for that room.
Just for the record, the "among years of students' discarded items" argument proves nothing about the age of the chamber. Harry enters the room where things are hidden, it simply means that Tom once entered the Room of Requirements with the thought "I need a good hiding place".
So, to retrace my thinking:
Somebody, somewhere, created the Room of Requirements
We have two scenarios for when the room was created, and it was either constructed along with the castle or it was made later on.
If it's the former then Tom Riddle obviously didn't create it, however, I will assume it's the latter. This room isn't used as a learning resource, it isn't widely known, and it is... a very strange thing to implement.
A bit about the Room of Requirements
Most of Hogwarts' esoteric features read like they were implemented by someone working to improve the school. The moving staircases seem impractical at first glance but I can imagine some genius thought, "this way the students will save energy as they can wait for the staircase to move them to where they wanted to go! Get fucked, Escher stairs!", the portraits are surely excellent guards for the student common rooms, just as the Ravenclaw tower being guarded by riddles will surely be delightful!
Were the people making these features particularly practical about it, no, but the point I'm making is that the Room of Requirements doesn't seem to have a purpose beyond being the place students can stash their porn.
It is, however, a room that detects students who are concentrating on a need, interprets this need and then to the best of its ability becomes a physical space filled with objects that are best suited to accommodate this need.
It reads to me like something someone created as an academic exercise.
We also know, from the Marauders being able to create a map that tracks every person present at Hogwarts, that Hogwarts is not... locked from students, for lack of a better term. However James, Sirius, Remus and Peter gained access to this kind of information (and I imagine they have the map connected to some kind of ward that does the surveillance for them, whether they erected the ward themselves or made a use of an existing one doesn't matter as either option allows students... an alarming amount of leeway) the fact remains they shouldn't have been able to.
Which goes a long way in indicating that rumors of Hogwarts impregnable wards might have been exaggerated.
Where Tom comes in
We know Tom was in the top tier of students to have attended Hogwarts, if the room's creator was a student then he's automatically on the shortlist.
And since the room is in Hogwarts, it would have to be either a student or faculty creating it. A student is in my eyes the most likely option, as a faculty member wanting to a bit of magical experimentation would have better arenas to do this than the hallway at their workplace.
A student growing up in a Muggle household, however, would not. If that student is also a prefect, later Head Boy, then all the more occasion to do this as it means he'd be able to be out past curfew with no questions asked.
As for why I suspect Tom specifically: the Room of Requirements is, at its core, a legillimency room. It reads your mind, and uses the direction of your thoughts to give itself form. It's a very neat enchantment, and something very few people would be capable of.
We know Tom Riddle was a talented legillimens even before he started Hogwarts, we know he was compelling people. We also know that by the time he was sixteen, he could implant false memories of committing a triple homicide in a stranger's mind. In other words, he'd been developing his talents. We also know Tom had a talent for wandless magic, and that he'd been self-taught for the first few years.
Now, seeing the Sorting Hat read minds and make verdicts but not be able to do anything further than that, and learning to make objects transform, vanish, or appear with the power of his mind in other classes, who's to say Tom Riddle wasn't inspired to create an object that would read the wizard's mind and then do the magic itself?
Last of all, we know he used the room.
What we know is that somebody certainly did this, and I think it is likely that this somebody was a student at Hogwarts, somebody extremely gifted and innovative and with a talent for Legillimency, and who didn't have occasion to create this room elsewhere.
I can't prove it was Tom, but he's on the shortlist.
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#782: Faculty Tower Breakdown
This one post is going to be small but very special to me. ^ ^
For quite some time, months I'll say, I've been wondering about how the castle's inside matches its outside. Where are the windows of professors' rooms? How to spot less obvious locations from outside the walls? Not at all a full comprehensive guide but still might be a helpful tip to the Slice of Life authors or anybody curious out there.
We'll start with a tidbit of my House — The Ravenclaw Tower.
The post has obnoxious amount of pictures.
Apologies for funny handwriting.
As you can see, the tower has floors for each year but only 4 of the 7 are accessible in-game. Floor plaques are also differently placed (6th year floor being reserved for the 5th year students) and you'd have to use imagination to fit in the bathrooms.
Ravenclaw Tower overlooks the Faculty Tower. Roughly put together, the most notable locations of the Tower are these:
To put it all into a perspective that is likely to be seen in-game:
the view from an archway leading out to the Entrance Hall courtyard.
As you can see, first floor staff gathering could oversee the Quad courtyard through the erker— oriel window. Professor Sharp has one as well but his view might be obstructed and limited due to its height.
Here's what our lovely Potions master could see through the oriel window:
And here is what he could see through the other window:
Hogwarts is easy to navigate outside by its windows. Each location has different kind and form of windows — or non at at all but that bit is for another day (if anybody is interested in a little continuation).
The wall of five closely put triple lancet windows seen conjoining the Clock Tower is the passageway seen outside the Hospital Wing:
Windows of the Hospital Wing are also very distinct by the sheer size and match the ~30 degree angle of the outer wall:
With a little bit of Ansel magic, we can with all certainty tell that the Prefects Bathroom is directly underneath the Hospital Wing:
And is located on the same level as the lower part of the passageway to the Clock Tower.
Knowing this, we can go down the helix, that is around the centre part of the Tower, and found ourselves here:
Down the stairs are Sharp's private quarters (if you scroll up to the Quad Courtyard pictures you'll notice 'balcony'; I was referring to this place specifically) and the same wall Hospital Wing, Prefects Bathroom and the Faculty Tower Staircase are facing.
Here is the better show of the area outside:
and from the inside:
Sharp's windows:
Bits of magic again to better understand the room's placement; interesting thing to notice: 1) Sharp's fireplace doesn't have functioning chimney at all; 2) his art room is directly above his bedroom; 3) the lower oriel window is the Faculty Tower's hall, meeting hall? Whatever; those two out-of-place windows are the ones on the floor where you can find Professor Onai and Professor Ronen's rooms.
Speaking of which.
Rooms of said professors 1) don't have any windows, 2) share a wall, 3) and both share a wall to the corridor leading to Gryffindor Common Room:
If you remember, Professor McGonagall could hear Gryffindor partying behind the wall of her chambers. 🤭
Underneath the floor are Professor Fig and Professor Garlic's chambers:
A better look on the windows in professors' bedrooms:
If you think something doesn't add up on that wall, it is. The lower part isn't displaying the helix on the right correctly; the windows should've been following the curve of the stairs. I would attach the pictures proving it but only 30 are allowed per post so. .—.
Tags: @gufu-vire @thriftstorebabayaga @phinik-nonw @muzzzzle
I'm totally sane about this game. ^ ^
#днявочка#днявочка: hlegacy#днявочка: игры#hogwarts inquires#eng tag#hogwarts legacy#aesop sharp#eleazar fig
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mischief managed
pairing: han jisung x gn!reader
wc: 3,2k
featuring: lee minho, kim seungmin, sf9’s chani, nct’s jaemin
summary: jisung tries to break every single rule with you
genres: hogwarts!au, partners-in-crime!au, ravenclaw!jisung, slytherin!reader, fluff, comedy
warnings: swearing
notes: I wanna apologize to jaemin for doing him so dirty, my baby doesn’t deserve this sdjkfqlk feedback is always appreciated! moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog
order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix
networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland
tag list: @badwithten @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!
On the King’s Cross train station on your very first day, you almost missed the train because your dad absolutely wanted to take the best pic of his precious kid going to the mythic Hogwarts school. So you ended up in an almost empty compartment. The other compartments around were full and there was just this boy alone.
“Hey, can I sit here?” You probably startled him because he looked up at you with wild eyes but instantly smiled at your sight.
“Yeah, sure.”
“What are you doing all alone?” you asked as you sat in front of him.
He shrugged. “Looking at my chocolate frog cards collection.”
“Wow, nice. Can I see?”
He handed them to you, “Yes, of course. I’m Jisung by the way.”
“I’m Y/N.”
Since that day, you were inseparable and soon became partners-in-crime. Being put in different houses didn’t stop you.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿ฺ
After learning Alohomora in charms class, you wandered in the castle to find a forbidden office to open and what better one than the caretaker’s where a whole lot of interesting things were stored?
There, you found a few dungbombs that Jisung instantly took, confiscated brooms and chains. A lot of perfectly polished chains hung on the walls.
“I understand why he doesn’t stay here often,” you snorted and returned to your inspection. In a dusty cabinet named ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous’, you found an old piece of blank parchment. It was mysteriously well conserved taking into account where it was so you put it in your pocket. Further inspection will be done to know how a simple parchment could be ‘highly dangerous’.
“I’m kinda disappointed. Sure we’ll use the dungbombs wisely but I thought there were more interesting treasures.”
“Don’t be so down yet Ji, I found a mystery to resolve. Let’s go before we get caught.”
Fortunately, you didn’t get caught. You both went to your common room, being a quiet place with almost no students at this hour. You showed Jisung the parchment and counted on his intelligence and logic to figure out how it worked. After a few minutes, he looked up at you and smirked.
“I feel like it’s in good hands now.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, he put his wand out of his pocket and pointed it to the parchment.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” he simply said. You were going to question him when the parchment caught your eye. Ink was spreading on the paper and soon you could read:
“Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present…”
“The Marauder’s Map,” Jisung whispered with stars in his eyes.
“What is this? Open it!”
Jisung did as told and both of you were dumbfounded by what you discovered. A map of the whole school, including the secret passages that are hidden within its walls and the location of every person in the grounds, portrayed by a dot. This map, a true masterpiece, within your hands was a disaster for everyone else.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿ฺ
Three years later, you knew everything you could possibly have learned about the school. Neither Ravenclaw or Slytherin could win the house cup as long as you both were in Hogwarts. No matter the amount of effort Seungmin, Changbin and Minho would make to earn points, they could never make up for your wickedness. You did earn points sometimes in classes when you answered correctly to a teacher’s question and you weren’t the only one to lose points either so you didn’t feel so bad. You did lose more points than you earned but shhh. Let's not talk about that.
One day, on your way to the lake after lunch, Gryffindor Jaemin called your name so you stopped in your tracks and waited for him to join you.
“Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to study with me after class? For transfiguration.”
Uh. Jaemin has never been your friend and the most he ever said to you before now was “Get out of my way, filthy Slytherin.” the second day of your first year. Therefore you were startled, to say the least. Plus you wanted to study with Jisung, not some acquaintance you never talked to and weren’t interested in.
“Not really, I already have plans for tonight. Thank you for the offer though.”
You tried to sound as nice as you could but without much convection and left before he could reply. A few meters away, Jisung saw the whole scene and wondered what you had told him because he looked displeased. He joined you and you smiled at him before intertwining fingers.
The next day, Jisung and you were sunbathing with a nice autumn breeze on a bench in the courtyard when someone came in front of you, preventing the sun from warming your face. You opened your eyes and were met with Jaemin and a few of his friends.
“Can you move please?” you politely demanded, since you didn’t want to start anything.
“Are you dating him?” he asked, pointing at your best friend.
“No?”
“Then why did you reject my date proposal?”
Oh my god. Really? You were going to put him in place but Jisung’s mocking laugh stopped you.
“Really dude? You want to do this here?”
“I don’t think you’re in the conversation.” Jaemin’s glare didn’t please you.
“Should’ve asked to talk to Y/N in person then instead of creating unnecessary drama.”
Jaemin looked like he was going to throw hands so you spoke before it went too far.
“Guys, let’s stay civil here. I rejected you cause I’m not interested in you, there's no other motive. Now can you let us be?” His friends laughed at him and you could swear you heard one of them say something about a bet.
“Wait, asking Y/N out on a date was a bet?”
“And what about it?” Jaemin said cockily. Jisung was fuming and you were disgusted by the boy.
“Can’t you respect people? No one deserves to be a bet’s victim. You guys suck.”
He scoffed. “I’m sure you’re the type of guy who hides when it comes to fight.”
“Try me.” You knew by his glare that he wasn’t playing anymore. Jaemin was smirking but not for long.
“Let’s duel.”
Jisung was so fast to put his wand out, it surprised Jaemin. You tried to stop them but it was useless because their pride was at stake.
Before you could blink, Jaemin ended up mouthless and you heard a woman screaming but you didn’t listen, being amazed by the spell’s effect. Jisung took your hand and ran through the corridors, hearing the professor yelling she would remove twenty points from his house.
You managed to catch your breath while Jisung was answering an easy riddle —for him— to enter the Ravenclaw common room.
“I can’t believe you really did it.”
“He challenged me! You know I can’t say no to that,” Jisung sighed.
“I know. That was brilliant, by the way.” You sat on one of the comfortable chairs like you lived there —it wasn’t totally false— and you were followed by your partner-in-crime.
“Thanks! I practiced this one a lot, I couldn’t wait to use it for real.”
“I hope you didn’t do anything foolish,” said a voice behind you.
“Oh, Seungmin! I didn’t see you there.” Jisung turned around and smiled. Seungmin was reading a book in a blue armchair. He closed it and gave his attention to his friends. “I hope you’re not hoping too hard.”
“How much?”
“What do you mean?” Jisung’s innocent act didn’t work since the second time he used it but he was still trying three years later.
“Twenty,” you answered. Seungmin gave Jisung a look and he shrugged.
“It was fun and I don’t regret it.” He folded his arms and pouted like a grounded kid.
“Of course you don’t,” Seungmin loudly exhaled.
“You’ll make it up for it, won’t you?”
Seungmin sighed deeply. He felt like he had to work twice as hard to win back the points Jisung made their house lose but it was never enough. “I always do, but don’t you think you should calm down a bit?”
“Absolutely not. There’s still a lot of rules Y/N and I haven't broken yet, so many adventures and exciting moments to live.” Jisung smiled widely at you while Seungmin implored you with his eyes to stop him. Your gaze went from one to another without really knowing what to say and before you could, someone sat next to Jisung and typed on the table.
“What mischief are you going to commit today pals?” It was Chani, one of the chasers of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and a fellow 4th year.
“Hey Chani! Already done, Jaemin asked for a duel and I used Oscausi on him.”
“Oh I don’t know th-” Chani started.
“OSCAUSI? Jisung, are you crazy?” Seungmin got up so fast he startled everyone, including others around him.
“Don’t worry, he got his mouth back,” Jisung waved his hand with indifference, Jaemin deserved it after all. “Eventually.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, really.” Jisung and Chani just laughed at that and Jaemin unofficially became your target for a lot of future mischief.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿
“I haven’t lost any points in days, maybe I should start to pay attention in arithmancy class.”
It was this time of the year where the air was so cold you just stayed in your or Jisung’s common room and studied to prevent boredom.
Jisung pulled his robe hood over his head and gently slapped you in the back of the head. “Transfigure this quill into a rat and put it onto Jaemin’s head.”
“I mean, yeah, that’s a funnier idea.”
You lost ten points for it but you found it so fun you were back on track until the next cold day.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿
You always loved the Ravenclaw common room. You didn’t dislike the Slytherin one, but it was cold and unfriendly when you weren’t a Slytherin yourself. Plus you loved warm places. What you liked the most about the Ravenclaw common room was the domed ceiling painted with stars. You could literally watch it for hours until having to go to your own dorm to sleep. If you weren’t friends with Jisung, you probably would never have been able to lose yourself in the stars because you weren’t that close with Seungmin or Chani and you didn’t really know any other Ravenclaws.
You were currently lying down on one of the couches, your head on Jisung’s lap, helping each other revise (yes, it happens!) for the history of magic test about the goblin rebellions you would have the next day, more concentrated on the stars than the subject. It was calming and it helped you stress less about the tests.
“Where’s Muffin?” you asked out of nowhere.
It made Jisung flinch but when didn't he? Just like she knew her name, she appeared next to you, purring loudly. You put her on your belly and patted her head lovingly.
“Don’t forget she’s my cat,” whined Jisung as he closed his book and put it on the coffee table next to the couch.
You smirked. “Don’t be jealous cause she loves me more.”
The elegant Siberian cat got up and rubbed herself against your best friend’s chest, waving her tail on your face.
“You were saying?”
You rolled your eyes and opened your transfiguration book which was on the floor. It was going to be a long night and you’ll probably have to go back to your dorm after curfew. Bless the marauder’s map in those moments.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿
The Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was coming up and Jisung had to practice more than usual as the seeker. He was going to play against Changbin after all. They both were really good so you wondered who would win the match. Gryffindor had won the first match against Slytherin and Ravenclaw won the one against Hufflepuff thanks to Jisung’s agility and speed.
You always followed Jisung at his training, it was the only moments he wasn’t trying to break the rules. He was pretty serious about Quidditch actually, even if after each training since your 3rd year, you went to drink a mug of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks with Chani. It was like tradition.
The day of the match, you cheered on your team and your friends, so basically both teams. The competitive mindset of the two seekers could be felt from afar, everybody knew the match was going to be intense. At the end, the score was 350-200 for Slytherin, because Yugyeom, one of the Slytherin beaters, sent a bludger on Jisung’s broom, causing him to spin around and allowing Changbin to catch the golden snitch. It was a good game and Jisung didn’t fall so it was a double win.
Of course you would say that cause you're a Slytherin.
(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿
Ravenclaws shared the defence against the dark arts class with Slytherins so, naturally, Jisung and you were seated together.
“Hello everyone! Today’s lesson is about acromentulas.” As the professor proceeded with his lecture, you felt your strong partner-in-crime shiver in his seat. You looked at him and were surprised by how much he looked terrified of acromentulas, not that you could blame him, these giant spiders were scary as hell.
“You okay there, bro?” He didn’t answer and was so pale you thought he was going to faint. You tried to comfort him but he was frozen.
The professor, not giving a care about what was happening in front of his face, decided to show some photos of acromentulas and as if it didn’t trigger Jisung enough, he eventually showed a real one in a big cage. From what you’ve seen in your books, it was nearly a teen so it wasn’t that big compared to his adult size but it was still big enough to scare the hell out of Jisung. He literally fell off his chair and the sound made the professor pay attention.
“Jisung? What happened?”
“He’s really scared of acromentulas, sir. Can you please put it away?”
“Oh. Yes, of course.”
While the professor finally put it away, you helped Jisung sit back.
“You okay?”
“Not really. That shit’s so grim.”
“I know, take deep breaths. It’s gone, everything’s alright.”
His breathing was unsteady for a few moments but he quickly got his composure back.
“I’m sorry Jisung, didn’t mean to frighten you. Class’ dismissed. Except you, Jisung.”
Everyone left except Seungmin, who checked on his friend, Jisung and you.
The professor went to his office and came back with chocolate.
“Here, eat this, you’ll feel better. I didn’t know it was this horrifying for you.”
He accepted the chocolate and ate it slowly. “It’s okay, you couldn’t know. Arachnophobia isn’t cool.”
“I won’t show any spider in this class from now on, I promise.”
“Thank you sir.”
“You can go now, drink water and rest.”
As you left class, Jisung whispered in your ear. “I don’t need water, I need a good butterbeer.”
You both chuckled and, after saying bye to Seungmin who certainly left to go to the library to do his homework, went to the Three Broomsticks using the secret passage beneath the one-eyed statue by the stairs of your last class to drink one or two mugs of butterbeer.
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Two months before the end of the year, Jisung had the baddest yet boldest idea so far. It was remarkable how he never failed to impress you.
“I’m going to use this potion on Jaemin, he’ll definitely leave you alone after that.”
“He left me alone after I put a rat onto his head but suit yourself, bro.”
You were hiding behind stairs on the third floor, waiting for Jaemin to walk down. Jisung was holding his flask tight in his hand. When you heard people talking, you discreetly looked up and saw Jaemin. Jisung didn’t hesitate and before you could react, his flask was emptied on Jaemin’s head. His hair slowly stood on end but it wasn’t all, it also turned into candy apple red. He somehow added Colovaria to the hair-rising potion and you were about to congratulate him when you got a glimpse of Minho upstairs.
Jaemin left, horrified, to the nearest bathroom to see the damage while Minho was casually walking down the stairs. Jisung lost his smile when he saw him and swallowed hard. Once arrived at your height, he opened his mouth.
“Rules are put in place to prevent hundreds of magically gifted hormonal hazards from accidentally turning themselves into sharks or losing an eye, or provoking the wrath of a giant spider, or blowing themselves up, or whatever. But here you are, trying to break every single one of them.” You almost felt relieved he didn’t scream at you.
“Look, I’m stupid, okay? And stupid people do stupid things. That’s a fact.”
You could have laughed at his excuse if Minho wasn’t staring at both of you like he was about to end you. He wasn’t generally scary but he was a prefect so when you did something wrong… well, let’s say you better not be seen by him.
“Do you use this lame excuse every time you do shit?”
“My other excuse is that it was Y/N’s idea but no one buys it.”
You looked at him in disbelief. Of course no one bought it, you were more like his sidekick than the mastermind.
“Not surprising. Anyway, fifteen points from Ravenclaw. I would have taken twenty but adding a transfiguration spell to a potion was really clever.”
He asked Jisung for a favor, talking privately in the nearest classroom for a few minutes. Then Minho left and Jisung came back to you with a big smile and you high-fived him. The Marauders Map usually prevented incidents like this and he wasn’t near this place when you last checked the Map. Minho literally came out of nowhere.
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On a fine and warm day, as Jisung and you successfully pranked Jaemin for the umpteenth time that year, he turned to you still laughing.
“You know what’s the strength of a duet? It’s to be two.”
“Thank you for your encouraging words. I now know you need me,” you winked.
The laughter slowly died down and the atmosphere became somehow serious. He sat on a bench and you joined him.
“Are you kidding? I’ll always need you.”
“Always? Sounds like a really long time,” you chuckled, more to tease him and put aside the fact that you need him just as much.
“Just wishing we’ll stay together forever,” he blurted out, his eyes concentrating on his shoes.
“You’re sweet. I would love that too.”
He lifted his head and looked you in the eye.
“Really? No need for the Imperius Curse then?” You blinked a few times, about to smack him when he smiled wildly. “Just kidding, I would never.”
“Anyway, go train for the match against Gryffindor, wouldn’t want Mark to catch the snitch before you, would you?”
“Won’t happen.”
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eucalyptus, chamomile and lavender
written for @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt: kind | cw: mentions of blood, mentions of off screen violence
but it’s mostly fluff | wc: 1840
I was going through the old prompts and felt inspired. this idea took root in my brain and kind of ran away from me so this is not really micro. i hope you enjoy anyway
read on ao3 or below
“Expelliarmus!”
Draco watches helplessly as his wand, as well as those of the Ravenclaw seventh years towering over him, fly into Potter’s outstretched hand.
Potter is furious. His green eyes are piercing and hard, his jaw tense. The magic is pulsating around him. He’s so powerful. He’s fucking frightening. The war hero the papers all make him out to be.
All Draco can do is push himself closer to the wall, the other two had already pushed him against. If he wasn’t on the floor by now, he’d probably fall, as his knees turn to jelly.
Potter separates Draco’s wand from the other two and gives those back to their respective owners. Draco’s wand lands somewhere in the folds of his robes.
“Now scram,” he orders and even though they are almost a head taller than Potter, the Ravenclaws leave.
Potter must want Draco all for himself. He’s already alone, on the floor and bleeding. He thinks his lip must have split where the taller of the Ravenclaw boys’ fist had connected with his face earlier. There might also be a bruise forming on his cheekbone. He can’t really tell. Everything feels kind of numb.
Draco nervously licks his lips and tastes blood. Definitely a split lip then. But that’s going to be his least worry once Potter is done with him, he reckons.
Potter is fuming. His broad shoulders are tense and his magic is crackling wildly around him, almost visible. Draco can taste the petrichor smell on his tongue.
Potter takes a few steps toward him, until he stands over him. Part of Draco wants to close his eyes, wants to hide his face. But he can’t. Instead he looks up at Potter with wide eyes, waiting for the blow – magical or physical, he doesn’t know (or doesn’t care at this point). But the blow never comes.
Potter holds out his hand, palm up, his features schooled into a softer expression.
“Come on, Malfoy,” he prompts, all the hardness gone from his voice.
As if in trance, Draco takes the offered hand and feels himself being pulled up onto his feet.
“Did they punch you?” Potter asks incredulously. As if that’s not what Potter himself is about to do. As if it isn’t what’s been happening to Draco almost daily since they’re all back at Hogwarts two months ago.
Draco just nods. He’s not sure what his voice might do if he tried to speak.
“Hmm.” Potter looks at him, his forehead furrowed. He takes Draco’s chin between his forefinger and thumb and turns his face right, then left.
“We should get you to the Hospital Wing. Let Madam Pomfrey check you out.”
Potter hasn’t even finished the sentence as Draco feels the familiar panic rise dangerously close to the surface. His eyes widen and he shakes his head vehemently. He can’t go to the Hospital Wing. He hasn’t been able to since sixth year. Since he spent awful days there while Severus, aided by Madam Pomfrey, knit his chest back together over and over until the healing charms finally stuck. The smell of blood was ingrained in his brain and more than once the sole subject of his nightmares.
“Okay, okay,” Potter gives in easily. He puts his hands on Draco’s shoulders and the warmth and weight of them weirdly ground him. “To the common room, then. In front of the fire. You’re shaking like a leaf.”
Draco lets himself be led by Potter’s arm around his shoulder and his warmth pressed against his side.
The 8th Year common room is located in one of the previously mostly unused towers of the castle, close to Ravenclaw Tower. And since Draco has been on his way back to the dorms from his late night studying in the library as the Ravenclaw boys cornered him, they aren’t very far away.
Potter doesn’t let go until they’re right in front of the fireplace, where a fire is always burning to keep the draughty tower warm.
Draco’s set down in one of the comfortable armchairs, he usually doesn’t even dare look at. He doesn’t deserve the nicest seat, the one closest to the fire, when the common room’s packed with decent people. But now it’s late enough that the common room is mostly empty. Only Longbottom is in the corner by the window, tending to his plants. He takes one look at them entering together and leaves with his eyebrows raised.
“Here you go,” Potter says as he lets go of him and plops down on the sofa across from him.
“Ditsy?” Potter calls softly and barely a second later the house elf pops into existence. Her gigantic eyes are trained at Potter and her ears flop with every movement.
“Yes, Mister Potter? What can Ditsy do for you, sirs?” She quickly glances at Draco before turning her whole attention back to the golden boy.
“Tea?” Potter asks and it takes Draco a moment to realise he’s spoken to him. “Or perhaps rather hot chocolate? Given the hour?” he adds with a look at the clock on the mantel.
“Um, yes, please. Hot chocolate sounds good,” Draco whispers.
“Can you bring us two hot chocolates, please, Ditsy?”
“Yes, sirs.” Ditsy bows and disapparates with a loud pop.
Potter wordlessly levitates another log into the fire, then leans back with a sigh. Others might believe him relaxed. But Draco has spent too much time watching him. He doesn’t miss the tilt in his shoulders, the watchfulness in his eyes. He just can’t quite decipher what they mean. Ever since the war ended something has been … different about Potter. Draco doesn’t really know what it is, has no idea how to pinpoint it from afar. And it drives him fucking insane.
Draco jumps as Ditsy returns with a loud plop and a tray floating behind her, filled with not only two huge mugs with hot chocolate but also a mountain of different biscuits. She sets the tray down on the coffee table next to Potter’s knee.
“Thank you, Ditsy. That will be all.” With a deep bow, Draco suspects the elf’s long nose might brush against the carpeted floor, Ditsy disappears again.
“So, Potter begins as he takes a biscuit and bites into it. “Does this happen to you a lot?” he asks with a half-full mouth.
“Having hot chocolate at night with a war hero? You tell me.”
Potter snorts inelegantly. He actually smiles at Draco before continuing.
“That’s not what I meant. And you know it.” Of course, Draco knows what he means. It is rather obvious, isn’t it?
Draco wonders why Potter even has to ask, though. Surely he knows. Not even ten minutes ago Draco has been sure Potter would be just as glad to hurt him as all the others. But now he is ordering him hot chocolate and sitting with him in front of a warming fire.
Draco sighs.
“It happens … occasionally,” he gives in, finally.
“I see.” Potter looks at him. Really looks at him. As if his piercing green eyes could see right through him.
“Please, help yourself.” Potter takes one mug and gestures at the other one. And the biscuits. Draco lets his eyes linger on the sweets. He has skipped dinner as it was easier to avoid the big crowds. He isn’t giving anyone the opportunity to follow him if he is not there.
Draco takes the mug and a chocolate digestive. He winces as he bites into the biscuit. His split lip is finally catching up to him and starting to throb once the delicious flavour fills his mouth and crumbs stick to the halfway dried blood. He licks the crumbs away, trying not to cringe as the metallic tang of blood mixes with the chocolate.
“Your lip’s bothering you.” It isn’t a question. Still Draco shakes his head and shoves the rest of the biscuit into his mouth, before Potter can get the idea that food might not be the best decision for him right now, and take the treat away from him.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Potter exclaims and sets his own mug back down before standing up and coming closer to Draco. He kneels in front of Draco and leans in, between his knees and very close, to get a proper look at his face. Draco tries very hard to not move at all. He might have stopped breathing. He isn’t sure. He suddenly feels very lightheaded as Potter’s fingers gently ghost over his face.
The first touch is light on his cheekbone then his jaw. His skin tingles in their wake but he only realises what Potter is doing as he touches his split lip, too. The calming scent of healing magic fills his nose. Eucalyptus and chamomile with a trace of … lavender?
“You healed me?” Draco asks incredulous. His voice is barely more than a whisper, but feels too loud in the confined space between them.
“Sorry, I,” Potter sits back on his heels, his green eyes impossibly wide behind the glasses. “I realise I should have asked. Sorry,” he repeats.
“It’s okay,” Draco reassures quickly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, really. I just wondered …” Draco swallows, dreading the answer, but he can’t possibly hold back the question any longer. “Why are you being so kind to me?”
Potter’s eyebrows shoot up and disappear under the array of curls that fall into his face.
“Is that … is that a real question?”
Draco feels himself blush. He nods.
“Don’t you think you deserve a little kindness?”
Draco can only stare at him. At the earnestness in his jade green eyes. For a moment he wonders if he is dreaming. But then he remember the barely past throb and sting of his split lip and the bruises Potter healed. No dream, then.
“I see how hard you try,” Potter explains gently. He looks at him with nothing but kindness, honesty. There’s nothing resembling pity in Potter’s eyes.
“I know you’ve apologised to everybody and you’re trying so hard to unlearn and to change. You have changed already.”
Potter’s hand disappears in the folds of his robes and he pulls out a tissue, which he promptly offers to Draco. Draco takes it, without thinking, only then realising, that there’s a single tear running down his cheek. He wipes it away. Others might follow but he doesn’t notice. He doesn’t really care either.
“Sorry I almost forgot,” Potter says with a sheepish expression. What can Potter possibly still have in store for him? After everything that has happened in the last half hour? Potter reaches into his pocket somewhere and finally pulls out Draco’s wand. How could Draco possibly have forgotten about his wand?! Perhaps he should go to the hospital wing and let Pomfrey check out his head…
“To new beginnings,” Potter holds out the wand, handle first.
Draco feels weirdly reminded of an offered handshake, long ago, that wasn’t accepted. He smiles. His fingers brush gently against Potter’s warm palm as he takes his wand.
“To new beginnings.”
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Hogwarts Legacy as stuff I heard real people say (or Incorrect Quotes Part 6)
Somehow it turned out to be mostly teachers' edition.
Professor Fig [if we roleplay as evil]: MC, of course, I wanted you to socialize, but not so fast and not using this obscene language.
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About Sebastian's questline: Where there is amor (love), there is also sangre (blood) and muerte (death).
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Professor Hecat [to Sebastian and Leander]: The percentage of how much you both show off doesn't interest me like at all
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[About the fact that there's no romance in the game]
Some people are like Aurora Borealis: beautiful and unattainable
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My Hufflepuff!MC *trying to break into Ravenclaw common room*: This quest is certainly NOT for Dora the Explorer
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Any of our classmates [at any moment]: Today my inner demons are especially unsinkable.
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[When Professor Fig distracted the Hedmaster so that we could impersonate him]
And so they went to have a drink and lie face down in one and the same bowl of salad...
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Keepers' portraits, if they visit their smaller portraits: My astral body doesn’t fit in here
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Ominis: Where is my wand? I don’t know, where the people who irritate me are, so I can’t direct my hate accurately enough
[A few moments later]
Ominis [about Duncan Hobhouse]: Finally, the object of hatred is located
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Keepers' advice to MC before the trials: Die, but don't surrender.
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Professor Binns: And from now on all mistakes will be part of your own biography
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My Hufflepuff!MC [about the House-Elf Recipe Book near Common room entrance]: I have a food encyclopaedia which I reread whenever I'm feeling down.
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MC, after completing Merlin Trials: After you complete each of them, you'll master Zen and understand, what it all was about
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[About lack of curfew and the fact that teachers' assignments require us to do very morally questionable things]
They were very children-oriented but if a child went to the Forbidden forest it was NOT a problem
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Professor Fig [whenever Headmaster Black gives him another task]: Would you mind if we cancel the lesson?
Students: We mourn and run away.
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MC, about some of the puzzles: It's like teaching Chomping Cabbages to play gobstones on a snake-like instrument
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MC, sprinting past prefects: I'm not running, I'm being late
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Ominis: Have you finished your homework?
Sebastian [after training Confringo]: Not yet. Magma is flowing in my veins. Wait a bit.
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MC, to Sebastian and Ominis [after their questline]: I wish us to be friends till the end of death.
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🔥 The Slytherin Common Room Chaos (SCRC)
Staring: @kiwiplaetzchen as Nosy the Niffler, @adallegra as Clementine the Golden Retriever, @ask-wren-zhang (@wrenegade-accio) as Wren Zhang, @ask-sebastian as Sebastian Sallow, @olivierdumont as Olivier Dumont, @ask-elland-n-will as William Abbot.
Time: afternoon.
Location: inside and outside of the S. common room.
Turn: We are done!
Last updated: 11.08.2023
This chaos might be over, but the CHAOS is never over 🔥
Main Thread Summary
Clementine (Allegra's temporary forster dog) comes into Sebastian's dorm room, wakes up Nosy (Seb's niffler). They have fun, Nosy launches himself at Clem, rides her. Clem jumps all over the bed, Nosy's trinkets scatter all over. They dash all over the room making a huge mess. A curtain is torn down from one of the beds and it falls onto the heater in the center of the room, catching on fire. Clem smells the smoke and runs out of the room, barking to attract attention, Nosy on her back. Art by wrenegade-accio.
Side thread break
Outside of the common room. A student runs past Sebastian and Olivier screaming "Fire!" Olivier asks Seb if he should do something about it. Sebastian looks in the direction of the SCR door: "I could always check, I suppose." Both are still outside.
Main thread
Wren uses Bombarda to blow up a hole in the SCR wall. She is determined to save Clementine and gets in even if she's a Ravenclaw. Art by wrenegade-accio [x, x]. Will wakes up smelling the smoke, his room next to Seb's. Checks it, and douses the fire. Follows the barks since he's a prefect and needs to sort this out. Watches the wall blow up in his face. Clementine tried to shield Nosy, then sniffed Wren and jumped at Sebastian happily. Nosy runs out of the common room and jumps onto Olivier. Steals his Fizzing Whizzbees and eats the entire pack! Wren checks on Clem, wants to fix the wall and then notices Will. As a prefect he tells other students to leave, deducts points from Ravenclaw for being in a wrong common room, tells Wren he can hide the situation from the teachers to help her avoid detention if she agrees to owe him a favour. They fix the wall, Wren asks what it is Will wants from her. She will decide later if she wants to do what Will asked her to do. Olivier doesn't let the niffler fly away, carries him in his arms and gives Nosy belly rubs until Nosy dozes off, no longer flying. All is well!
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The Secret - Chapter Seven
CW: swearing
I am awoken by shouting and the bickering of hormonal teenage girls. It's Yule Ball day. Great. Groaning, I stretch lazily under my blue silk quilt and bury my face in Merlin's soft fur as I pet him, feeling purrs emanate from his fluffy form.
"Get up, lazy bones! I know you're awake" Charlotte exclaims, jumping on to my bed and scaring Merlin. He lets out a low growl before jumping off of the bed and scurrying to the other side of the dormitory. I glare at Charlotte, quickly pulling my quilt off of me and standing up.
"Why'd you do that? You know that Merlin's easily startled" I sigh, straightening my quilt before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Yawning loudly, I stretch slowly and bend down to place my slippers on my feet.
"You told me to wake you up early" She speaks, feigning innocence and holding her hands up in defence. I roll my eyes and stand up once more, shuffling over to the door. "Where are you going?" She calls after me, hurriedly standing up and walking over to me.
"To breakfast" I reply. A low rumble emanates from my stomach. Her eyes widen in realization and I turn to walk down the stairs with her following me. We quickly walk through the common room and clamber through the portrait hole into the cold stone corridor. I tighten my dressing gown slightly and continue to walk down the corridor.
We chatter about nothing until we reach the Great Hall and locate seats at the Ravenclaw table. I'm about to plate myself some food when Cho Chang, a fellow Ravenclaw in our year, abruptly interrupts me by sitting opposite us.
"Is it true that you're going to the Yule Ball with Draco Malfoy?" She questions in a hushed tone, as she starts placing some beans and toast on her own plate. I nod slowly, slightly in shock. It's not that I'm not friends with Cho it's just that we rarely talk anymore. Cho, Charlie and I were an inseparable group until halfway through third year when she just stopped hanging around with us as much and started dating my brother. Nowadays we rarely see her even in the common room or dormitory. "Wow!" She smiles, tucking into her food. "I mean, I knew you liked him but I didn't know you guys were dating now" Cho adds, through a mouthful of toast.
"Um... we're not dating" I reply, placing a croissant and two crumpets on my plate. Cho's brown eyes widen as she looks at me.
"Well, not yet but if I get my way they'll be together by Christmas. Anyway... Cho, aren't you going with Toria's big brother, Cedric?" Charlie pipes up, elbowing me in the side. I grimace slightly, almost choking on the piece of croissant in my mouth, as I'm reminded of the fact. Cho's face instantly turns a shade of puce. We both stare at her and she fumbles with her words, only a few ums and errs escaping her mouth.
"You know, it's chill. Date my big brother. He's quite a catch. Just don't ghost me and Charlie, and then come back trying to act all buddy-buddy, okay?" I raise a single eyebrow at her, as she continues to almost choke on her words. Probably sensing that her presence isn't particularly wanted, she quickly grabs her plate and makes an exit.
"Damn... Toria, that was ice cold" Charlie speaks through a mouthful of granola. I shrug, listlessly eating another croissant and staring into space. "Draco's staring at you again" She squeals in delight, causing my eyes to flick up instantly and land on the blonde sat on the other side of the hall. His hair is messy and unbrushed, his eyes still full of sleep and he's wearing grey plaid pyjamas. How does he look this good so effortlessly? I smile, waving timidly at him. A grin instantly etches itself onto his lips and he waves back, before grabbing a piece of parchment from the table and quickly folding it. He picks it up and blows what looks like a paper bird. It soars over the tables, catching the attention of nearly every student and teacher, before landing on my lap.
Hurriedly, I pick it up and put it in my dressing gown pocket before Charlie can take it. She whines about wanting to see it whilst I finish my breakfast. I assure her that once I've read it I'll let her dissect every word of it. Once I've finished my food, I hurry out of the Great Hall and find an empty corridor. Leaning against the wall, I pull the paper bird out of my pocket and slowly open it to reveal Draco's scrawl.
Meet me at the bottom of the Grand Staircase at 6:30pm. I'll be the handsome blonde in dress robes.
Draco
P.s you look beautiful.
A smile spreads itself across my lips as my eyes scan over the words. I clutch the piece of parchment to my chest, happily. Just as I refold it and put it back in my pocket, hands cover my eyes, restricting my eyesight.
"Guess who?" Draco's deep, velvet voice gives him away instantly and a stray giggle escapes my lips.
"Is it by any chance Drakeypoo?" I laugh, when his hands drop from my eyes and I turn to face him. He smiles gently down at me, running a hand through his tousled silver locks.
"Congratulations. 100 points to Ravenclaw for your use of wit, Miss Diggory" He chuckles at his own joke, clapping his hands.
"I deserve those points for putting up with you for the past decade and a half" I respond, watching him for a reaction. His eyes widen before he cracks into loud laughter. I hurriedly shush him. "Shhh, Draco. Somebody will hear you" I whisper.
"What? Do you think a teacher will reprimand us for this?" He asks, gesturing at the situation.
"Well... no, but there's been rumours going around about us and I don't really want to add to them" I reply, twirling a strand of hair with my hand nervously.
"What rumours?" He questions, slowly stepping closer to me. My cheeks flush slightly as he towers in front of me.
"That we're dating and stuff" I mumble, dropping my gaze to my feet and steadily stepping backwards as he continues to near me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that" He teases, chuckling lowly. My back hits the wall and he's still inching towards me.
"Draco, we both know you heard me" I retort, sassily. He's right in front of me now. I try to sidestep away from him, but he places both of his arms on either side of me, blocking my chance of escape. I glance up at him, only now noticing that his face is mere centimetres from mine. I swallow nervously, blushing so heavily that it feels like my face is on fire.
"Well, let them talk. Who cares what people think?" He asks, bluntly. His warm breath cascading over my heated cheek.
"You don't have to deal with teenage girls giving you death threats and saying nasty things about you" I speak, lowering my eyes to the floor. Draco's hand gently lifts my chin up so that my eyes are level with his. My brown eyes meet his blue orbs hesitantly.
"I won't let anyone hurt you, understood?" He speaks, confidently. His voice strong and determined. I nod in response and his lips quirk up into a crooked half smile. His tongue glides over his plump bottom lip and he slowly leans in. My heart beat picks up and I can hear it beating loudly in my ears, almost deafening me. His lips ghost over mine. My breath catches in my throat.
"Mr Malfoy! That kind of behaviour is not acceptable at Hogwarts!" The angry voice of Professor Sprout echoes through the corridor. Draco reluctantly pulls away from me, letting out a dissatisfied sigh. He groans loudly as he spots Professor Sprout marching towards us.
"Shit!" He mutters under his breath. Suddenly, he grabs my hand and drags me down the corridor in the opposite direction at a run. We run through many different corridors and up several sets of stairs until we reach the third floor corridor, which is empty due to everyone being in their dorms getting ready for the ball. We come to a halt and I lean against a wall whilst I catch my breath. Draco is leaning against a windowsill, panting heavily.
"Wow, that was fun" I mutter, sarcasm heavy in my voice. Draco laughs quietly as he tries to recompose himself. Eventually, he saunters over to my location, positioning both arms on either side of my small frame once again.
"So where were-" He goes to speak, but is interrupted by Charlie whom is walking in our direction with a face mask on.
"Where have you been?" She shouts, looking at me. She's unable to frown due to the hardened clay face mask.
"Well, I was downstairs, but now I'm here" I answer, earning a chuckle from Draco as he steps away from me. Charlotte glares at the pair of us before grabbing hold of my hand and dragging me back to the Ravenclaw common room. "Mate, you really know how to cock block".
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🌟 Hogwarts part 2 is also finaly done. Time has come after very long time. I would like to represent this finished and renovated old project! I finaly finished it with more details and more CC , many items which are used here are converted by me from Harry Potter games, other CC are from other creators. It’s mostly based on movies but I wanted to put there every room what I find on Hogwarts locations wiki, some are decorated by my taste.
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A Lesson in Companionship
Part Three of my Hogwarts AU one-shot series.
“Accio!” Rosaline whispered, a large Gobstone flying down from the trophy room rafters and into her hand. This one fit just perfectly in the cup of her palm and the iridescent green hue darkened and lightened as she rolled it around. A third year Ravenclaw girl had asked for help retrieving her collections of Gobstones after a few overly competitive students had hidden them all over the school. When Rosaline had discovered that Imelda had been one such culprit, she had guilted her friend into revealing their locations.
Rosaline wasn’t a fan of the game, she often leaned towards her feminine side, and being sprayed with smelly liquids, magical or not, was not a pleasing notion. However, she simply refrained from playing the game, finding enough enjoyment from watching other players put their daily hygiene at risk. She reprimanded Imelda for her behavior, reminding her that if she decided to enter competitive play, she should take her win or loss with grace, rather than playing sore. Imelda was thoroughly chastised, and revealed the Gobstones hiding places, and wile rounding up the stones had taken a bit of time, it allowed Rosaline the chance to explore the castle and make herself familiar with the areas she did not visit during her day-to-day activities.
Zenobia was still lurking around the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower when Rosaline returned, her eyes lighting up upon noticing the older girl’s approach. She was hopping on the balls of her feet, a smile spreading on her face. “Oh! Please tell me you were able to find my Gobstones!” Zenobia called, a few wandering students turning towards the sudden yelling. Rosaline chuckled and held up a small blue pouch and shaking it, the tell-tale tinkling of Gobstones echoing down the corridor. “Oh, how wonderful!” Zenobia cried again, clapping her hands, “I knew you would be able to find them! Can I please have them back now?”
“Of course,” Rosaline said, though she did not lower the pouch to Zenobia’s waiting hands just yet, “On one condition.”
“Oh,” Zenobia’s face fell just a little, and she reached into her pockets, pulling a few Knuts out and lifting them towards her, “I’m sorry this is all I have. I hope its enough.”
Rosaline was still for a moment, staring blankly at what must have been the girl’s allowance before shaking her head and pushing Zenobia’s hand away, curling the younger girl’s fingers over the offered money in the process. “No, that is not what I mean.” Rosaline said and Zenobia was quick to stash the money away again. “I was just thinking that maybe we could work together to make you Gobstones a bit more…pleasant.”
“More pleasant? I’m not sure that’s possible,” Zenobia snorted a little as she talked, her doubt evident.
“Well, let me see if I can work something out, and if I do, will you work with me?” Rosaline stretched her hand out, ready to make a deal with the third year despite her lack of confidence.
“Hmm,” Zenobia eyed Rosaline before shaking her hand slowly, “I suppose it can’t hurt.”
“Great,” Rosaline smiled and deposited the bag of Gobstones into Zenobia’s palm.
“Oh, I am so glad to have these back!” Zenobia opened the pouch and examined her collection before tightening the drawstring, “Maybe I’ll go see if anyone on the common room would play!” Zenobia was just turning around when Rosaline stopped her one more time.
Sorry, just one more question.” She said, “Do people often ask for money in exchange for favors here?”
Ah,” Zenobia said, glancing around, her voice lowering to whisper, “I can’t say for sure. I just overheard a Gryffindor girl refusing to Help Cressida Blume with something about her diary because she didn’t have any money. I’m sorry for assuming you’d want something too.”
“That’s alright. I was just curious.” Rosaline said before sending the young Ravenclaw on her way, mind running a mile a minute as she meandered to the Great Hall for dinner.
***
Rosaline was the first of her small group to arrive at dinner, but she didn’t wait for them to start eating. Autumn had only just begun falling over the highlands of Scotland, but already Rosaline was feeling chilled, so the sight of pots of steaming potato soup was a temptation to great to resist as Rosaline scooped herself a large bowl full. Rosaline had never been a picky eater, but even she had to agree that the caliber of the food at Hogwarts was truly beyond compare. The soup was thick and creamy, lacking any of the grittiness she often found a bit distracting in such thick broths, and each piece of potato was a perfect; hot, fully cooked, but tame enough to be bitten into without burning her mouth. Suffice to say, by the time Natty, Imelda and Poppy sat around her she was scooping a second bowl and cutting herself a piece of bread as well.
“Someone is enjoying themselves,” Imelda teased as she sat, though her smile quickly faded as she laid a hand on Rosaline’s shoulder. “Were you able to find all of Zenobia’s Gobstones? I would have looked with you but if I turned in another Arithmancy assignment late It’s have been detention.”
Rosaline waved her off, “It was no problem. But you owe me one!” Imelda laughed and agreed before piling her plate with fried potatoes and ham with gravy and medley of steaming autumn vegetables.
“Aren’t you going to have anything else?” Poppy asked, a bit of concern lacing her voice as she eyed Rosaline’s bowl of soup.
“I doubt it,” Natty said, though she too was serving herself a healthy portion of the potato and cream delicacy, “Rosaline is always cold recently, she needs to warm up!”
“Oh! Poor thing!” Imelda teased again, a wide smile on her face, “Do you need someone to warm you up?” She then proceeded to wrap her arms tight around Rosaline’s shoulders, nearly knocking the last of her bowl to the floor.
“Be careful what you offer,” Rosaline said, “Or I’ll wake you up in the middle of the night for some of those cuddles.”
“You would not,” Indeed, Imelda had seen the number of quilts piled on Rosaline’s bed. The girl was thoroughly warm even in the deepest of night, and Rosaline smiled at Imelda’s cheek.
“Perhaps not,” She responded, her challenging grin only growing. “But I might forget to wake you up for your morning constitutional.” One of the greatest advantages to their friendship, if you asked Imelda, was Rosaline’s penchant for waking up early in the mornings. The girl seemed able to function at the earliest hours, never mind the time she finally found herself asleep.
Imelda gasped, her mouth hanging open like a fish, “But you’d be up anyway! Come on!” Rosaline did not deign to respond, only taking another bite of her broth-soaked bread with an impish smile. Imelda sighed, “Fine. You are perfectly normal temperature, and everyone should stop bugging you about it.” Rosaline heard the girl grumble more under her breath and she chuckled.
“Oh, hey,” she said, getting the attention of all three girls, “have any of you seen Cressida Blume recently?” All three looked around, unaware that Rosaline even knew of the mild-mannered Gryffindor. Cressida kept a very small circle of friends and none of them ran in the same circles as Rosaline’s growing group of companions.
“I did not even think you knew her,” Natty replied, lips pursed.
“I don’t,” Rosaline shrugged and wiped at the corners of her mouth with a napkin, “But I heard someone might be trying to extort her for money. Something about her diary? I was hoping to speak with her about it, but I don’t know where I might find her.”
“Isn’t extortion a bit… harsh? We’re only students after all” Poppy inquired as she ate. Her face was concerned, and Rosaline knew Poppy was worried about Cressida, but the sweet Hufflepuff girl tried to see the best in every situation.
“Extortion is extortion, whether carried out by a fifty-year-old man or a sixteen-year-old student.” Rosaline replied with a shake of her head. “I just want to help her if I can. Goodness knows I’d hate for my diary to go missing with no way to get it back.”
“That would be devastating!” Poppy agreed quickly.
“I am not sure how willing she will be to accept your help, though,” Natty said as she too finished her meal. “Slytherins don’t have the best reputation, especially with Gryffindors,” Natty cringed a little, shooting Rosaline and Imelda apologetic smiles.
“We know,” Imelda said rolling her eyes.
“We might all be in different houses with grudges against the others,” Rosaline began, “But at the end of the day we are all still just teenage witches and wizards, and I am not going to let house politics stop me from helping a fellow girl in need, especially when she needs help with something so sensitive.”
“You’re right,” Natty agrees quickly, having always possessed a strong sense of justice and she was followed quickly by Poppy who, despite her initial misgivings was quick to help a fellow student.
“I won’t pretend to get it,” Imelda said with a shrug, “But I’ll help too I guess.” Rosaline bumped the other girl with her shoulder a goofy smile spreading her cheeks.
“You wanna help!” Rosaline sing-songed, “You just don’t won’t admit it!”
“And I never will.”
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So for my Hogwarts AU I’m thinking of these being the houses the Bridgertons and their love interests are sorted into:
Anthony - Gryffindor - the most jock-like of his siblings, star player of the Quidditch team, gets a little big-headed with all the attention he gets from the girls until Kate Sharma comes along and puts him in his place and turns him into a massive simp, joins the school orchestra just to get close to Kate (spoiler alert he’s just as bad a trumpet player as she is a flutist), ends up becoming Quidditch captain and Head Boy
Benedict - Ravenclaw - creative and artistic, inspired by the peace and quiet of Ravenclaw tower not to mention the stunning panoramic views, becomes captain of the Art club in his later years (also attends the Poetry club but keeps it secret, not wanting his brothers to take the piss out of him), on the reserve team for Quidditch as goalkeeper despite not trying out (generations of Bridgertons have excelled in the sport and Benedict is no exception)
Colin - Hufflepuff - with the common room located so close to the kitchens Colin was elated to end up sorted into Hufflepuff and regularly helped himself to the food after befriending the house elves, his laidback and fun loving nature made him the quintessential Hufflepuff student, becomes a beloved commentator for all Quidditch matches when he’s not participating as beater for his team, is a natural at charms and becomes captain of the Charms club
Daphne - Slytherin - driven and ambitious, once she gets a goal in her head she sticks to it until it’s achieved, part of the planning committee for the Yule ball as well as helping to organise the festivities around Halloween and Valentines Day, becomes captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and to some people’s surprise the captain of the Duelling club (the surprise subsiding once people witnessed her execute a perfect Bat Bogey hex on Nigel Berbrooke), as well as becoming Head Girl
Eloise - Slytherin - had set her sights on Ravenclaw but once it occurred to her that her best friend Penelope would end up in Slytherin like all of the Featheringtons had she shoved the Sorting Hat on and demanded to be put with her friend (she would never know that the Sorting Hat was always going to put her in Slytherin regardless - no other house was better suited for her strong-minded nature), is one half of the most tenacious pair of beaters alongside Daphne, editor of the school newspaper and captain of the Debate team
Francesca - Ravenclaw - only Bridgerton with a functioning brain at any given moment so of course she’s in Ravenclaw, quiet and studious and never misses a trick, becomes seeker for the Quidditch team in her second year and never fails to get the snitch and secure a win, takes extra curriculum activities that she can gain muggle qualifications in to allow herself to have as many future prospects as possible
Gregory - Hufflepuff - wasn’t sure ahead of the sorting what house he would end up in, sort of wanting to follow in Anthony’s footsteps but also Colin had rhapsodized about the Hufflepuff common room’s close location to the kitchens, and when he ended up sorted into the same house as his older brother he realised Hufflepuff was a good fit for him as much like Colin he’s friendly and easygoing, on the reserve team as a beater, captain of the Magical Creatures club and Gobstones club
Hyacinth - Gryffindor - Anthony used to wrap his red and gold scarf around his baby sister when she was little and boast about how awesome it was to be a Gryffindor and ever since she wanted to be sorted into the same house as her big brother, the Sorting Hat barely touched her head before it proclaimed she was in Gryffindor thus fulfilling her dream (though seeing how daring Hyacinth is she was always going to be sorted into the house regardless), and just like Anthony she became a star chaser on the Quidditch team
Kate - Gryffindor - brave and protective of those she loves, she was sorted into Gryffindor even though she had hoped to be Ravenclaw just like her dad, member of the Art club and Hogwarts orchestra (even though her flute playing left a lot to be desired), makes the Quidditch team in her third year as chaser and instantly becomes Anthony’s frenemy, is a mother hen of a prefect who dotes on and looks out for the younger years before eventually becoming Head Girl
Sophie - Ravenclaw - born half-blood and raised without knowing her magical status, she meets and makes her first friend in Phillip on the Hogwarts Express who tells her he wants to be in Ravenclaw, the Sorting Hat takes a while to consider what house she should be in before declaring she would be in Ravenclaw after she hesitantly requested to be put in the same house as Phillip so she could stick with her only friend, is a hard-working dedicated student and loves every moment of her time in Hogwarts, is on the reserve team as seeker, member of the school choir and part of the Muggle club where she presents various muggle items and concepts to intrigued purebloods
Penelope - Slytherin - resourceful and determined just like her mother, Penelope was always going to be in Slytherin (not to mention that the Featheringtons being sorted into Slytherin went back generations), excels in all of her subjects, joins the Charms club to be close to Colin (and pretends to not be any good so he can be her tutor), by the time she graduates in her seventh year she has conducted a successful business by anonymously publishing the Whistledown newsletter and earning herself a handsome sum of money
Simon - Slytherin - hadn’t wanted to be sorted into Slytherin just like his father as he associated the house with the negative connotations that his father continued to push but after some counselling from Professor Danbury Simon forges his own path and realises being in Slytherin doesn’t make him a bad person, becomes goalkeeper for the Quidditch team and eventual captain, joins the Boxing club after muggle-born Will Mondrich introduces it to the school as well as secretly attending the Gobstones club
Phillip - Ravenclaw - reserved and always with his head in a book, Phillip knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d end up in Ravenclaw, of course he becomes captain of the Herbology club and much to his friends’ surprise is the star boxer of the Boxing club, on the reserve team as goalkeeper for Quidditch, reluctantly spends a lot of his time as a pseudo-lawyer in trying to explain away Colin and Michael’s misbehaviour to the professors
Michael - Hufflepuff - jovial and the life of the party, the Sorting Hat hadn’t even touched his head before proclaiming Michael would be in Hufflepuff, charms his way into everyone’s good books (there are rumours that he’s part Veela, something which Michael lets people believe much to his amusement), lead soloist of the Hogwarts choir, sneaks in Stirling Screech - the Stirlings have famously been distilling liquor for hundreds of years - and sets up a speakeasy in the Room of Requirement for older students
Gareth - Gryffindor - adventurer and thrill-seeker, Gareth was thrilled to be in Gryffindor, enjoys being the seeker on the Quidditch team as much as he loves being a member of the Gobstones, Wizards Chess, and Muggle Board Games clubs, came across his grandmother’s diary written in Ancient Runes and with Hyacinth’s help they track down an ancient family relic his grandmother had hidden away in the school many years previously
Lucy - Hufflepuff - pleasantly genial and dutifully loyal, Lucy Abernathy loved being surrounded by her like-minded house members and cherished her time at school before she had to endure the summer holidays back at home with her controlling uncle, for the first few years she felt under pressure to achieve perfect grades in order to please her uncle’s high expectations but as she got closer with Gregory, Hyacinth, Felicity, and Gareth, she learned to unwind and do things to obtain her own happiness such as joining the Muggle Board Games club, the Food Tech club, and Magical Creatures club
#bridgerton fam#bridgerton spouses#harry potter au#bridgerton hogwarts houses discussion#it took me a while but this is what i've settled on#of course the sorting of the characters are all up for interpretation these are just my own thoughts
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PT. 7 Third Wheel
Word count: 1.7k (7 mins read)
Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Livia Novik, Ominis Gaunt.
Summary
Sebastian introduces Livia to Ominis. Ominis is roped into his friends' schemes to steal a relic from headmaster Black's office, while Sebastian senses this quest is only the beginning of a journey that is utterly and solemnly up to no good.
Read the seventh chapter below.
Sebastian | Hogwarts, Late August, 1893.
It is well past curfew when Sebastian and Livia make it to the Slytherin common room. Aside from the occasional glance around, Livia appears unbothered by the fact they are trampling through a few rules.
Drifting from her, the same perfume that trailed Sebastian into his dreams last night. It bled out into the morning, too, as if a piece of her had been wedged between gum and teeth for him to pathetically suck on when the need for another hit arose.
What is it with this girl?
Is it the cutting wit? Her wand game? The hint of a Slavic accent leaching out when she speaks his name? The way her scant smiles feel deserved—earned?
Sebastian needs to focus on something else than the itch she leaves in his mind… And avoiding being caught is just as effective as a cold shower.
The living room is empty, save for the hiss of flames, and Sebastian steers left towards the stairwell. Together, they tiptoe up, silent as graves, and come to the dorm Sebastian shares with Ominis.
He opens the door and peers inside to find his friend sitting at the desk, hunched over a pile of books.
“Late, as always,” Ominis chides him. “You’ll be grateful to know that while you were playing with your wand, I located the book you were after in the restricted section.”
“Playing with my wand?”
The innuendo snatches a smirk from Sebastian. Next to him, Livia’s lips curl upwards likewise.
Ominis turns on his chair, and for a moment, Sebastian thinks he can smell his shirt’s burned fibers or the irony tang of blood on it, but it’s neither the fire nor the blood Ominis sinks his teeth into… “Who are you with?”
How does he know? How does he always know?
Livia’s back stitches itself to the door, as if she regrets outstaying her welcome.
In response, Sebastian slumps on his bed hoping to iron out the pleats tension has made in the Ravenclaw’s composure with his nonchalance. “Livia Novik, this is Ominis Gaunt. Don’t let his blind guy act fool you… He only does it to soften womanly hearts.”
“She shouldn’t be here,” Ominis hisses. “She’s not Slytherin, and it’s way past curfew.”
Sebastian cannot help but roll his eyes. This, too, Ominis has learned to taste on the air. “Haven’t you realized after eight years that the argument about breaking rules isn’t really a deterrent to me?”
“I’m well aware you’re a lost cause, but maybe she isn’t.”
“I feel a little embarrassed to say,” Livia chimes in gingerly, “but I don’t mind either.”
An odd pride shrugs into Sebastian’s chest. Livia’s clay is soft for the crime, and he wonders just how far she will go to get what she wants—how much her aspirations shape her.
“Fuck’s sake…” Ominis sighs in exasperation. “And here I thought this eighth year would be a quiet one. Should’ve insisted I’d bunk with someone else…”
“Oh, stop whining,” Sebastian derides him. “You’re embarrassing me in front of our guest.”
“A guest that shouldn’t be here…”
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Ominis.” Livia’s apologetic tone finds the dents in the wizard’s armor and he sheds it swiftly, rising from his chair and extending a hand in her direction.
“I didn’t mean to be rude,” he says. “Please forgive me.”
To Livia’s untrained eye, the gesture might seem friendly—almost penitent—but Sebastian knows better.
The little Gaunt boy that hunkered down through his family’s relentless spates of magical torture has found an inclination of his own for the meek and the complacent.
An ironic penchant Sebastian has kept himself from bringing before Ominis’ attention or else jeopardize their friendship.
Unaware of the wicked thoughts that, Sebastian is sure, don’t fail to materialize in Ominis’ mind, Livia shakes the hand offered and parts with a coy smile. “No harm done,” she says candidly before turning to Sebastian. “Now I believe you had me risk detention for a reason?”
“There are many reasons I’d have you risk detention,” he says playfully. “The first is so I have company. The second, to make good on my promise to include Ominis in my adventures, and the third being to have a private place where we can discuss the allegedly brilliant plan you enticed me with earlier, Livia Novik.” He stretches on his bed, his hands cradling his skull. “How does the saying goes? To zap three birds with one spell?”
“To kill two birds with one stone,” Livia and Ominis correct him in unison.
“See?” Sebastian sneers, “You two are already getting along like two beets in a pond.”
“Two peas in a pod…” Ominis feels compelled to rectify.
Sebastian waves him dismissively. “Whatever… So, what’s this plan of yours, new girl?”
Livia leans against his disorderly desk. Will the pages of Sebastian’s notebook drink her scent and torment him with it when he expects it the least? Livia gives this thought no leeway to swell in Sebastian’s mind when she asks him: “Will you call me new girl for much longer?”
Ominis disgorges a sarcastic chuckle. “He will.”
“Another clause to add to our contract, then,” Livia adds.
The word takes Sebastian by surprise. “Contract?”
“Spilling all my secrets before two Slytherin boys seems like a very asinine thing to do, wouldn’t you agree?” She crosses her arms before her chest, her eyes steeling. The stare she drags on Sebastian electrifies his chine. “I will reveal the plan to you as we go and if you prove trustworthy. We jest, we caper, we banter, and it’s all in good fun, but I’m not in Hogwarts to fawn over the Quidditch team, fuck through a cortege of boys or to learn how to cast myself out of a paper sack… I’m here to resurrect my brother, and if you two are all talk no walk, I’ll find the Promissum Mortis on my own.”
Ominis frowns. “Resurrection?”
So does Sebastian. “A cortege of boys?”
Livia is all ice and no honey. “Are you with me, or did I risk detention for nothing?”
“I was with you the moment you cast that Confringo on Reyes, new girl.” Sebastian cracks his knuckles with a smirk. “I know now, it would be unwise to anger you.”
They turn to Ominis, both their gazes cutting enough to make the Slytherin’s brow hike. “I’m not as eager as Sebastian to walk on smoldering charcoals, but I’m not a snitch either. Time will tell if you’re likewise trustworthy, Livia Novik.”
“Acceptable terms,” she replies.
“So?” Sebastian uproots himself from his bunk bed, smoothing his trousers. “It seems like the perfect hour to snatch headmaster Black from the arms of his wet dreams, wouldn’t you say?”
* * *
The Grimfire, Livia Novik tells them, is a silver candle bristling with sharp needles. A thing you can only hold while wearing the Grimweave Gauntlet.
However comical the artefacts’ monikers seem to Sebastian, they aren’t half as absurd as the plan the Ravenclaw comes up with.
“Can you remind me why Ominis is so instrumental to your plan when he wasn’t even slightly enthused about the prospect of stealing from the headmaster?” He asks her as she discards her cloak and leaves it on Sebastian’s desk.
“Are you envious, Sebastian?” Ominis asks him, and his tone is enough a taunt to force Sebastian to inhale deeply through his nose.
“I’m merely questioning your motives, Ominis…”
“You are quite vocal about your detention record and how… visited it has been,” Livia explains. “Black will believe me too fast if I pretend you nearly assaulted me after you got drunk.”
“Besides, I’m a Gaunt,” Ominis remarks, hammering on the nail of Sebastian’s coffin. “The headmaster won’t risk angering my father without trying to defuse the situation first, whereas he’d commit you to Azkaban without an afterthought if you as much as sneezed on her.”
“Don’t be so smug, Ominis,” Sebastian scowls. “Your bravery will deflate the second Black’s blade hovers above your neck.”
“How you underestimate me…”
“Boys,” Livia interjects, scissoring through the thread of their budding rivalry in one quick snip. “I’d love to be surrendered back to my feathery bed before the dawn rolls in, so could you focus a little?”
Sebastian graces her with a cynical smile as he kiss-feeds her plan back to her to show his assiduity. “Ominis tries to force his way on you. You make a scene and wake half the castle with your shouts, so Professor Weasley will have no choice but to bring you two into Black’s office. As Ominis wields his threats about like Ashwood would his dick, you steal the relic, and while you two are having a blast, I sneak into the restricted section to get my hands on Dovetail’s book. Seems to me like I’m the one doing all the heavy lifting…”
“Perhaps you’d choose Azkaban?” Ominis suggests. “The result would be the same for us, except we wouldn’t have to contend with your whining.”
Before Sebastian can think to retaliate, Livia clears her throat. “Or I could run to Black myself and tell him both of you sequestered me here. You already have my cloak in your possession and it would be a trifle for me to tear holes in my own clothes, muss my hair and make my eyes water.” She flaunts a triumphant smile about. The kind Sebastian aches to stare at as she twists it around his cock. “Which one will it be, chaps?”
“You do have the mind of a Slytherin,” Ominis remarks. “At least it’s one thing Sebastian didn’t lie about. Shall we?”
Leaving the dorm, they traipse through the common room, then spill out into the deserted corridor.
The moisture of the dungeons clings to Sebastian’s nape and raises hairs on his arms. Somewhere deep inside of him, something rouses. A disquieting unrest that settles in his skull, like a viper in tall grass, waiting for a trespasser to sink its fangs in.
The walls have eyes, perhaps, and there, between the cracks in the timeworn mortar, sidle half a thousand secrets. Hogwarts’ secrets.
His mother’s voice carries from a moment long lost. The shade of a reminiscence that, in its slow trickle, is more potent than any strychnine:
There are wonderful things hidden behind Hogwarts’ skin, if you know only where to find the loose stitch. But there are sinister things, too. For there could be no light without darkness, and no gold without its weight in coal.
#sebastian sallow#hogwarts legacy sebastian#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fic#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy ominis#ominis gaunt
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party styles by house:
gryffindor - days long, buckets of candy and crisps, stasis charmed coolers of butterbeer stashed around the common room, legendary games of spin the wand and truth serum or dare, weasely provided decorations
Ravenclaw - partys are mapped, planned out, astrologically auspicious and stocked with chilled/mulled wines and charcutier boards they bribed the elves into making, must owl RSVP on time or else won’t get in, all they really do is argue and play wizard chess
hufflepuff - organic get togethers, like a drum circle if enough of them gather in one spot it becomes a whole thing and keeps evolving, actually sometimes there is an enchanted drum circle, they have their own game: puff puff pass
slytherin - the best for last, full bar for the fifth years and above, butter beer for everyone else, wizard wireless boring? my daddy owns the station we can play whatever you want to hear, barrels transfigured into hot tubs, location is fidelius charmed to keep snape out, and the general rabble... spin the wand? childsplay, spin the lust potion, those too scared to play get locked in the make-out iron maiden with their crush... oh and pansy spiked the punch, dunno with what but she seemed pleased with herself
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Astronomy ✨
Every Thursday after practice, I had gotten used to having my best friend waiting for me outside the quidditch field. I often wondered how long would it last, being surrounded by so many interesting fellow Ravenclaws I’d assume Eirwen would rather enjoy their company instead of hanging out with me. But there they were again and again, and they wouldn’t complain about me stinking or falling asleep while they tried to help with my charms assignments. This particular afternoon, while we were working on the library, they were looking a bit distracted, so I asked if something was wrong.
“Oh it’s nothing, just thinking of something Amit mentioned last night.” they answered.
Last night… of course, they had been at the astronomy tower as usual, gazing at the stars together. How I wished to be in his place, but there was nothing I could offer Ei instead. Amit had such knowledge it would have them in awe, claiming gasps and looks of wonder. Those I could hardly ever pull from their beautiful icy eyes.
“He told me of these astronomy tables, and how they’re placed all throughout the Highlands. I only saw the one he showed me at the school grounds, but I’m curious to see more!” Eirwen was definitely excited about this, so I indulged them for a moment.
“Do you know where the others are located?” I asked.
“Not exactly… they could be anywhere really, the problem is… No, I would never.”
“Never what? What’s the problem?”
They seemed hesitant, but answered at last “The thing is, they activate only at night. And I’m not built for wandering out in the wild in the dark on my own.”
“Well perhaps you can draw one for me and I can search for them?” I suggested. But they instantly shook their head and patted me on the back.
“You have better things to do. Like your potions homework!” was their final statement, and pulled their quill up to my face. They had already completed the assignment, in perfect handwriting, putting my empty piece of paper to shame.
During dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking of our talk. They really loved gazing at the stars, the whole thing was fascinating to them… how could I compete with star filled skies?
I tried to discreetly peek at the large table behind me, where all the Ravenclaws were dining. And I noticed Amit talking to Ei once more. A fire was burning inside me. It sparked in my chest everytime I saw them together. I should feel happy for my… best friend, to see them fit in so perfectly, to let them fly- that was it!
Right after everyone left to their common rooms, I grabbed my broom, took a quick look at the mirror in my bedroom to check my hair wasn’t a complete mess, and ran back outside.
My first instinct was to check the astronomy tower, so I jumped on my broom and flew all the way up there. But no, there was no one around there. It was a beautiful summer night with a full moon, so it seemed strange to me. Perhaps they were going to bed already? No… Eirwen would either read something first, or gaze at the stars from her own window. So that was my next move.
I flew to the top of the Ravenclaw tower, where I couldn’t really access. So I checked from my broom, trying to find them through the glass. I took some rocks from my pocket, and threw them gently at the glass window, hoping someone would notice. Right before I could throw a third little stone, Eirwen opened the window with a confused expression.
“Rammy? What are you doing here?”
“I thought we could go for a little ride? It’s full moon tonight, meaning…”
“Werewolves?”
“No, silly. We’ll have plenty of light to search for those tables from my broom! I thought you Ravenclaws were smarter…” I sentenced with a smug smile on my face.
“You… you want to help me search for them?” their expression changed to surprise.
“Well, you couldn’t ask for a better person to fly you all over Scotland.” I flew my broom closer to the edge of the terrace, leaving us face to face. “I’ll have your back, as always. What do you say?”
Eirwen blinked and recovered their usual coolness. “Alright but… just a little round and we come back to the castle.”
“We’ll be here before sunrise, I promise.” I said, and scooched a little closer to the tail of my broom, leaving enough space for them to sit in front of me. They carefully sat in their spot, and grabbed firmly to the handle. “Hold tightly” I said, and placed my hands firmly on top of theirs, commanding my broom to lift up and away.
I knew they trusted me, but still tried to make them feel safe as much as I could.
“How are you hanging in there?” I asked, but the look on their face, trying to absorb the wonders of the sky above us, was enough of a good indication.
“This is amazing! The stars look so pretty up here!” their smile made my heart skip a beat, and I felt the need to drive my gaze away before I made them feel weird about it.
“If it’s not too scary for you, I want to show you what flying with the best really feels like…” I said with my usual confident aura.
“The best?” they snorted with a chuckle. And that was enough for me to grab on tighter to the broom under our hands and make us free fall like a roller coaster ride. They screamed from the sudden fall, and bursted out laughing when I pulled us back in time before hitting the lake beneath us. The reflection of the white moon bounced against us, and the water sprinkled our feet as we flew swiftly just above. I took us up up and away in a rush, and made us spin in the air, making sure they were safely tucked under my chest at all times. Their hair was dancing uncontrollably, matching the pale clouds right in front of us. And with a kick of my feet we went right through them, revealing a clear sky with a giant full moon in front of us. I slowed our pace almost to a stop, and got absorbed by the sight before me. The moon was beautiful, yes, but the way the beams of moonlight shined on their eyes… I had to clear my throat before speaking.
“So? Will you still question my flight skills? Or need more convincing?” I asked while I played with one strand of silver hair in my fingers.
When they turned around to face me, our noses touched. But they didn’t even flinch.
“No. I’d rather stay like this…Ramses,”
After hearing them say my name… like that, my heart started pounding harder in my chest. Was it my imagination or they meant it that way? What would happen if I kissed them right there? I did not want to ruin the moment, but I didn’t know what to say… and then I noticed a shiver in their skin.
“You’re cold. Sorry, I took you too high Ei.” I had nothing to offer but my own warmth, so I leaned towards them and pressed my body against their back, resting my chin on their shoulder. Then I took us a bit lower, even if it meant losing that amazing view, I would not have them feel cold or uncomfortable. Fortunately, I could feel their cheek getting warm against mine, so I was doing a good job at that.
“T-thank you. I think we’re getting closer.” they mumbled.
“Closer?”
“To one of the tables”
“Oh, right! The tables…” I had already forgotten them.
“There! I think that’s the one!” they exclaimed seconds later, and pointed towards a stone surface in a cliff. We descended right there, and I let them inspect the thing thoroughly.
“Let’s see… Amit showed me to spin it like this… and this…” they murmured while looking through the telescope. “Merlin! there it is! Ramses, look!”
“What? What should I be seeing here?” I asked, looking at the group of stars.
“It's Cerberus, see?”
“Ohhh… now I see.” I couldn't see anything, but I didn’t want to seem dumb.
“Amit won't believe me when I tell him!”
“Amit these, Amit that… what about the guy who took you up here?” my words left my mouth before I could think them through. But instead of getting mad, they laughed.
“Oh… don’t tell me the great Ramses Bakari is jealous of another boy?” They teased me with a smirk, balancing on the tip of their toes.
“First of all, I am not jealous.” I lied, “...and second, I'm not a boy...” I said, while I grabbed them by the hips and pulled them towards me, “...I'm a man.”
Their fragile hands were resting on my chest, and their icy eyes fixed on mine. I could never decipher what they felt when they looked like a startled deer. We stayed there quietly until I asked: “Did the cat eat your tongue?”
“Tongue…” they repeated quietly. “I mean, alright alright I get it. No need to get all cocky now. But… you're right, you did get me here. And I had an amazing night.”
“Hm.” I replied, and let go of my grip.
“Thank you…” they replied timidly. And my defenses fell to the ground when I saw a faint blush on their pale cheeks. Gods, they were so beautiful…
“Ready to go back to the castle?” I asked, patting their pretty head.
“Yeah, alright… I guess we should.” They answered with a hint of disappointment in their voice.
While we were flying back, I assured them:
“We can do this again any time you want, you know?”
“Really? You don't mind?”
“Of course not! You say when and I'll be there!”
“Ok then, I take your word.” They sounded less disappointed after that.
As we approached the Ravenclaw terrace again, I descended carefully so they could land safely on their feet. They climbed down with the help of my arms, and turned back to face me with their hand guarded in mine.
“I had an amazing time today, Rammy. I owe you.” They said.
“You owe me nothing silly, you already put up with me everyday.”
“No, I really want to do something for you. Anything.”
“Hmmm be careful what you promise Eirwen.” I teased and smiled mischievously.
“I will think of something. Goodnight, Flamey.”
I lifted the hand I was holding up to my lips, and kissed it.
“Goodnight, Snowy.”
I let go of their hand, and pulled back my broom. I left my little dove safely in their nest, and flew back to my room. But not before spinning around with joy, the joy they left in my heart was bigger than my ego. And I was too full of it.
My snow angel, if only they knew…
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For the hp ask thingy 7 and 16?
Ooo thank you for the ask 🥰
7. Would you have joined the Order in the first war?
I want to say yes but probably only as like an informant or safe house keeper or something, I definitely don't think I'd be doing any actual fighting.
16. Which magical location represents your aesthetic the best?
Oh the Ravenclaw common room 100% I picture it looking sort of like a little library with lots of study spaces and cozy spots to read and all blue and copper 😍 lots of rugs and lamps and a balcony since they're on a tower
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Fanfiction For A Friend - Spin The Bottle with a splash of Hogwarts drama
Basically I had written this fanfiction for a friend and thought maybe other people would like it? It's quite long and all over the place but it's definitely a fun read, in my opinion
Me and my friend were just trying to put the most self-indulgent drama into this as much as possible and this was not meant to be top of the line writing, it was for laughs
Summary: Two best friends delve into drama while being in their own respective love triangles at Hogwarts School* of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 10.2k
Pairings: Gryffindor!MC x Lorenzo Berkshire, Gryffindor!MC x Fred Weasley, Ravenclaw!OC x Mattheo Riddle, Ravenclaw!OC x Theodore Nott
*this is a university AND modern interpretation of Hogwarts
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Guinevere was dragging me across the courtyard and through the halls of Hogwarts up to the astronomy tower where the Ravenclaw common room was located. My robes were disheveled and my hair was messily twisted against my head with a claw clip. I was up late the day before studying for a potions exam that was happening in a week. Guinevere, who was good at potions, was helping Theodore Nott study for the same exam at the time and had bailed on me because for some reason that involved her saying “he begged me to help and I promised I would before you asked, and I feel like as a gryffindor you would understand not breaking promises.” I responded with something along the lines of “that’s bullshit. I don’t think breaking promises has anything to do with being a gryffindor.” I knew Guinevere felt bad about the break up that had happened between her and Theo last year. I think she was trying somehow to make it up to him. Especially now that she was dating Mattheo. Even though I could barely risk it, as Snape was out for my neck not only just for the fact that I was a gryffindor but I was also best friends with the Weasley twins (we don’t just prank students you know), I let her ditch me.. I was falling behind on classes. Badly.. I know if Guinevere knew of my situation, she would’ve helped and blown Theo off without another thought but I decided to suffer in silence..
So here we are. Me having slept no hours, wrapped up in the drama that is circling Hogwarts like dementors and being pulled by one of my best friends up to her dorm because she was insisting I go to a party. I gave a wave to Luna as we walked into the common room but was hastily grabbed by Guinevere and hoisted up the stairs and thrown onto her dorm bed. I let out a huff as I sat down. I had been late to a lot of my classes that day and I was already exhausted but Guinevere was really excited about the party and I knew Fred, George, and Lee would be there so I begrudgingly decided to go.
Guinevere turned to me, already taking off her Ravenclaw robe and undoing her tie. “So? How are you feeling?”
I looked at her. “Like shit.”
“I can tell.” She deadpanned as her mouth slowly turned into a grin. I couldn’t help but smile back. She was one of the people I was closest to at Hogwarts and I know for a fact that we just get each other. Our friendship makes sense. Just as much as my hatred of Draco Malfoy does.
“How was studying with Theo? Any making out behind Mattheo’s back?”
She laughed it off as she turned to her mirror and started applying makeup, “He’s kind of hopeless. He’s worse than you for that matter. I think either I’m terrible at tutoring or he’s just untutorable.” She paused then added. “Also Theo is one of my best friends but I love Mattheo. For now-”
“-love versus forever love. Yes I know.” I finished for her. I took off my own robe, although it was Gryffindor, and laid it on her bed. “You ever think maybe he’s just pretending to be bad at it so he can spend time with you? He's insanely smart.” I took out my claw clip and ran my fingers through my hair. Guinevere’ room smelled like nice candles and fresh parchment. I took in a whiff. “Also thanks for ditching me.”
“You’re welcome.” She turned back to me and smiled. “How do I look?” Then she squinted at me. “You know what I think I’ve rubbed off on you too much don’t answer that. I’m always too honest.”
I smiled and leaned back and rolled my eyes. “You look great.” I started playing with my cuticles. “So…about this party.”
Guinevere looked at me expectantly. “If you’re going to ask if Fred is coming I already told you he is.” She picked up her wand and started twirling it in her hand, a habit that she’s formed. “I also know a certain Berkshire that’s going to be there.” She looked at me with a smirk. I know she had been trying to set me up with Lorenzo forever but I had my eye on someone already. And even though she probably knew, I wasn’t going to admit it out loud.
I facepalmed. “Don’t start with this Lorenzo bullcrap again.”
“Okay okay fall in love with him in your own time. We have to get ready.”
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I pulled my skirt down a little as I looked in the mirror trying to fix it so I didn’t show off too much of the goods. My hair was down falling long below my shoulders and I squinted in the mirror trying to decide if I hated how I looked or not. Guinevere was sitting behind me on her phone as she laid on her bed. She was wearing an outfit similar to me, only with an added leather jacket which I’m sure she stole from me, although I didn't say anything. She was notorious for stealing her friend’s clothes. I looked at her through the mirror. I could already hear the music coming from the common room. Ravenclaw doesn’t host many parties but when they do they are bound to leave you with a lot of memories. I think it’s because gifted kid burnout gives a lot of motivation to let off steam. “Tell me if it looks ugly.”
She locked eyes with me through the mirror and without hesitation she said, “You look beautiful.”
“That sounded fake.” I laughed, brushing a piece of hair from my face.
“You always say that.” She said as she stood up and took my hand and led me down to the party.
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The first person I spotted in the crowd was George. I had lost Guinevere to Mattheo the second we walked down, he had grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him and led her away without a second thought. She blushed and mouthed sorry to me which I just responded with a smile and a shrug saying, “you gotta do what you gotta do”. I think she knew what she was doing, leaving me alone to find the twins. She knew when I wanted to be alone with them. Even if it meant leaving me to fend for myself at a Ravenclaw party. Of course I spotted George first because he was one of the tallest boys there. I waved him down which was pretty hard because of my height and finally met up with him at the edge of the party.
“Where’s Fred?” I asked.
George looked at me and laughed, “No love for the other twin? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Fred’s the charming one. Always gets the ladies.”
I hit him on the arm, hoping he didn’t catch the quick blush that flitted over my face. “You’re charming too George.”
“So you admit that he’s charming?” George laughed. I hit him on the arm again.
“Admit that who's charming?” I felt someone behind me say. I knew that voice so well. It was a voice I was so familiar with I could recognize it anywhere. Okay yes, I had been talking to his twin just moments before but somehow I could hear the differences in their voices. Like they weren’t even related at all. Fred.
I turned, almost spilling my drink on his shirt but he caught me. “Whoa there. The party has just started and you’re falling all over me already?” He straightened me up and I hadn’t even realized that I was halfway leaning on him.
I could tell I was blushing but the lights were dim and I was almost hoping Lee would pop out of nowhere and say something wildly inappropriate but very funny in the way that he always does that ruins moments at the perfect time. Without even thinking I asked, “Where’s Lee?” I looked around the crowded common room but couldn’t find him through the crowds of people. What I could see was Theo sulking in a corner staring, and once I followed his gaze I knew at what. Mattheo and Guinevere were dangerously close with Mattheo’s hand trailing Guinevere’ back. I sighed. Theo was my friend too and although I was team Mattheo all the way it hurt to see him hurting. I looked back at him and noticed another pair of eyes staring at me. Lorenzo. He smirked when we made eye contact but I looked away almost immediately. I spoke up again not realizing no one had answered. “Guys seriously? Where is he?”
Fred pointed above my shoulder just as a group of fifth years moved away. “I think he’s snogging that prefect boy from Hufflepuff.” I saw George immediately look down. I knew his crush on Lee ran deep and I placed a quick hand on his forearm. I saw Fred’s eyes trail to my hand on George’s arm and I pulled away quickly.
Fred looked down at me, “Why so worried about Lee? Got a secret crush I don’t know about?”
George didn’t hesitate and said, “Oh you don’t even know the half of it.” I hit him again. “That’s the third time I think that qualifies as abuse.”
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. It was bitter and it burned but I swallowed it anyway. I was hoping my shock would fade if I drank all my problems away.
Fred looked at me, his eyebrows raised. “So you do have a crush? And why does George know but I don’t? That’s kind of insulting. Do you have a favorite twin?”
“Merlin, no. I just-” My eyes trailed back to Theo who was walking over here. I stopped talking as he made his way over here and Fred and George followed my line of sight, “Hey Theo.”
Fred and George smiled at him and before Theo could speak, George asked, “Still moping over Guinevere? You got it bad, mate.”
Theo looked down. He obviously didn’t want to talk about it. Mattheo is a very touchy person. There isn’t a day that goes by that Theo isn’t reminded that she’s with Mattheo now. And Mattheo knows it. My eyes flicked back to them and Mattheo was whispering in Guinevere’ ear. She was blushing (like she always was around him) and he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Now that they were sitting down, she was dangerously close to sitting on his lap. As much as a jealous person as Mattheo is, when he’s around Guinevere he isn’t worried about Theo or about anyone else. He just sees her.
Theo finally spoke and broke me from my gaze of my best friend and her boyfriend, “We’re about to play spin the bottle if you guys want to join.”
Fred looked at me, then at George, gaging our reactions. He shrugged and smiled, carefree as he ever will be and said “Sure.” and pulled me away, George following close behind.
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Pansy explained the game, even though we all knew it already. Except she changed the rules. It was now spin the bottle and get seven minutes in heaven. Great. I was seated across from Fred and next to George. It was a big group that was playing and while I knew everyone’s names I don’t know if I’d want to spend “seven minutes in heaven” with them. I was hoping I would get someone easy, like Lavender, so we could just spend the time talking. I spied Guinevere and Mattheo in the corner, probably making fun of people that they didn’t like. I caught her eye and she gave me a thumbs up. I could spot her wand in the jacket of her coat. It made me nervous. She was a talented witch. And I had pranked her last week. Who knows what she had in store for me. Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps. My best friend wouldn’t be too harsh would she? She winked and I looked away as she nuzzled closer to Mattheo from the other side of the room.
The first person spinned and landed on Harry. I could sense Ginny’s face fall and he walked into one of the closets that held the quidditch equipment with Padma. I waited patiently as George made small talk next to me. He was upset that Lee wasn’t playing and I was nodding along to whatever he said. I was hoping the bottle wouldn’t land on me as I listened to him talk. The game went on for a couple more rounds and more people joined. Pansy spinned and landed on Lorenzo but I could see her roll her eyes. They were just friends and I knew that they wouldn’t do anything. If anything Pansy would insult his breath and tell him to fix his hair and his outfit and go talk to a girl that’ll actually put up with him. They came out of the closet looking bored and pristine, like they hadn’t laid a finger on each other. Then it came to Lorenzo’s time to spin.
My heart skipped a beat. Lorenzo and I were friends. And sure he was cute. He made me blush from occasion to occasion. But he was a flirt. And he was not…how do I put this? Fred Weasley. Guinevere was always crossing between team Fred and team Lorenzo. Mostly team Lorenzo. I think she gravitates towards slytherins. Everyone has their flaws. Anyway, for some reason I looked back over at Guinevere, who was not even using her wand but I could see her lips moving, eyes focused on the bottle. And then it stopped spinning. I could feel eyes on me. Guinevere smiled as she turned her attention back to Mattheo.
I turned back. The bottle was facing me. I let out a small breath I had been holding. Of course. I cursed Guinevere under my breath and managed to look back up at Lorenzo. He smiled at me. I couldn’t tell if he was blushing, but Theo was looking between me and him. Lorenzo stood up and walked over to me. I looked over at Fred for a split second. His face was unreadable. I expected rage. Surprise. Shock. Anything. Lorenzo held out his hand and I felt like lead. I managed to raise my hand to meet his and allowed him to pull me up from the floor. We walked silently to the closet, his hand on the small of my back. I looked back once more before Lorenzo led me to the closet. George looked conflicted. His eyes flicked over to Fred and then to mine before turning into the closet and pulling the door shut.
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The closet wasn’t as small as I thought it would be but the equipment that was stuffed in there had pushed me and Lorenzo together. His hot breath was on my face and it surprisingly smiled minty and fresh. I looked up at him hesitantly and he gave me a sheepish smile. I tried my best to give him a smile that wasn’t feeling as awkward as I was. He took a step closer to me and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, something I’ve seen Mattheo do to Guinevere a million times over. I understood now why she liked it. His hand lightly brushed against my cheek and we locked eyes again. He hesitated before saying, “Is this alright?” Another step closer.
I was so lost in the fact that I couldn’t know if Fred liked me. I couldn’t be sure. There have been times where I thought maybe that there’s a possibility. But I just kept replaying his face when the bottle landed on me. I couldn’t help myself from thinking. Indifference. That’s what it looked like. And George didn’t look shocked for Fred. He looked shocked for me. Maybe I had been making it up. All those flirty looks. Those stares he held when I looked at him. Those little jokes he said that pulled on my heartstrings. All the times I caught him looking at me. All the times he laughed at my pranks or jokes even if he was the target. Maybe we were just friends. If he liked me, why hadn’t he made a move already? We had been friends for years. What was he waiting for? For a split second I let go of the maybes and the doubts and I looked at Lorenzo and thought he is right here. He is in front of me and he is looking at me like I want to be looked at and he is touching my face in the way I want to be touched. And for just a second I forget about Fred.
I stepped closer to Lorenzo so that now our bodies were touching. “Yeah,” I whispered, knowing that he could hear me. “This is okay.”
His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips a couple times before he leaned in and kissed me.
It was like he had been waiting for this moment. His kiss was soft and yearning and the moment our lips touched I could feel us both melt into it. My hands found his hair and it was silky as I ran my hands through it. His hand left my cheek to pull my waist closer to him as the kiss deepened and I could feel his warm body heat against my own. His hands were cold at the small of my back where my short top had rode up and I almost flinched at his touch but I relaxed into his hands quickly after the sharp contact.
We pulled apart to breathe and he pressed our heads together. HIs hands didn’t leave my waist and mine didn’t leave his hair. I breathed out a little and I was hoping my breath didn’t smell bad. He smiled and he spoke softly, “Is this okay?” We were practically on top of one another, pulled so close together we were almost one mess of a person, and he was still checking if I was okay with this. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him harder. Yes, I said with the kiss, deepening it. Yes this is okay.
I wasn’t expecting to be kissing Lorenzo today. I wasn’t expecting to be kissing Lorenzo, I don’t know, ever. But here we were. It made me forget everything. Falling behind. Potions. Homework. Fred. Oh Merlin, Fred. Get him out of my hand while I’m snogging Lorenzo. I don’t know if I even fancied Lorenzo. He was a good kisser. An amazing kisser. I don’t think I’ve ever thought about him this way. I mean, sure, Guinevere seems to think we’d be great together, but I haven’t actually thought about him like this until now. But maybe I was looking in the wrong direction. He had been right there and I had been, what? Pinning after a Weasley I never knew was going to be mine? I don’t know if this felt right (I mean surely the kissing felt right) but it didn’t feel wrong either.
Then the door swung open.
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I heard Pansy stifling a laugh before I even realized the door had opened. We had stopped kissing, eyes wide at the group staring at us, but we were frozen still tangled up in each other’s bodies. I could tell my hair was a mess and so was Lorenzo’s. I looked at him and he looked just as startled. Like we had forgotten we were even playing a game. The blush on my cheeks was obvious. Lorenzo’s hands were still at my waist and his cold touch brought me back to reality. I pulled myself from him awkwardly and fixed my hair and my skirt. He started fixing his hair and his shirt too while I could feel the eyes on us. The music was still loud and the lights were still dim but the group that was playing the game was silent, every head turned our way.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed. Like a switch going off in everyone’s heads. We heard whoops and cheers from our classmates as we stepped out from the closet. I looked around the room, trying to find someone who could help free me from my embarrassment as I smiled awkwardly out of pure adrenaline. I spotted Fred. In the back of the room. Away from the game. Away from Lee. Away from George. Just sulking. Downing a drink. Staring at me. My smile faltered. Was he mad at me?
He looked at me. His eyes flickered to Lorenzo. Rage. Just for a second. If you didn’t know Fred like I do you would’ve missed it. Like it didn’t even happen. He looked at me again. Then walked out of the common room downing another drink in his hand.
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I quickly walked towards him, ignoring Lorenzo calling me over the loud music, and followed him out into the corridor. “Hey!” I yelled after him, trying to catch up. His legs were a lot longer than mine and he was already a couple yards away. I jogged to catch up with him but he kept walking. “Why are you pissed at me? I don’t know what I did but you have to talk to me. We’re-” I grabbed his arm but he shook me off violently.
“Friends.” He spat and stopped suddenly. He looked at me and I could tell he was seething. I had never seen him like this. He ran his fingers through his hair, something he did when he was trying to calm down. He breathed out and I could tell he was trying not to yell. “You just let him kiss you?”
My eyebrows furrowed. I wasn’t expecting that. “So what if I did? What do you care?”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I don’t know. I don’t care.”
“Obviously you do.” I spat back at him. “What? What is it? We’re just friends, Fred. I don’t get the big deal. We’re not anything.” The words hurt to say them out loud. I was hurting myself because saying it out loud made it true.
He didn’t saything. I paused, my mouth laced with venom. “Yes, I kissed him. What? You wanna hear all the gory details about how his hands ran up and down my body or how he pulled me close to him or how I played with his hair? You wanna have a little sleepover where we gossip like schoolgirls about all your hookups?”
His face twisted. “No, I don’t want to hear that.” He stepped back and paused then thought for a moment before speaking again. “We’re not anything? Are you fucking serious? Do you seriously not know anything?”
“No apparently I do not. Because here you are slut shaming me for playing a stupid game. What would’ve happened if you went in there with Angelina? Huh? You think you wouldn’t have done the same things?”
Another step back. “No. I wouldn't because I don’t have feelings for Angelina.”
“Who says I have feelings for Enzo?” I crossed my arms.
“I don’t know, maybe your body tangled with his. A sight I never needed to see by the way.” Fred’s voice was filled with anger.
“I have to remind you, Fred. We’re not anything. I can do what I want.” My heart broke again as I said it. I wanted to tell him. Say I choose you. Please choose me. I wanted to play with his hair and lay in bed and tell funny stories by the gryffindor fireplace. I didn’t want to be having this fight.
Fred stopped. Looked at me and sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair again. “You’re right. We aren’t anything. We’re friends. That’s it.” He paused, trying to gauge my reaction but my face was stoic, then continued. “Go back to the party. I’m going back to the dorms.” He was still mad at me. He was trying to play it cool, to let me have the night without worry. But I could tell. He was still seething. Underneath his eyes showed anger. Showed a deeper fight left in him. Something he was dying to say. Then he walked away.
“Fred, wait-” I called out as he started walking but he just ignored me. My heart broke.
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I was furious. I was filled with adrenaline. From the fight. From the kiss. I didn’t know what to think. But I knew that I was mad. And maybe shifting my anger onto someone who wasn’t myself was the only thing I could do. I couldn’t blame myself right now. I couldn't even tell if I did anything wrong. Everything was jumbled. I didn’t want to go back to the party to face Enzo. But I know someone I did want to see. Guinevere.
My eyes found her quickly. She was over by the drinks pouring herself what looked like fruit punch. She took a sip and made a face. She usually doesn’t drink. When she spotted me, I waved and faked a smile. If we were going to play games. I was going to win.
“Hey,” she said as I walked up to her. “How was spin the bottle?” She moved a piece of hair from her face as she talked and I noticed her leather jacket was missing.
I changed the subject. “Where’s my leather jacket?” I looked around the room as I talked and couldn’t find Mattheo anywhere. It was kind of odd since he usually hangs around her, especially at parties. He gets clingy. And overprotective. Drunk people and pretty girls don’t always mix. I saw Theo on the couch and smiled. I looked back at Guinevere before she could notice anything.
She frowned. “That was yours?”
“Who else do you steal clothes from?” I laughed.
She started to pretend to count on her fingers as if she was actually calculating an answer but then shook her head and smiled. “Lost count. I am a little bit of a clothes kleptomaniac. But I don’t think it becomes a problem until people start asking questions.”
I smiled as much as I could while still reeling from the argument with Fred. I looked at her with fake seriousness, “If anything happened to that jacket I will literally kill you.”
Guinevere feigned hurt, putting her hand on her chest, “I’m hurt. You value a jacket over me?”
“I value a lot of things over a lot of people. It’s how the world works. You didn’t think you were special did you?” I picked up another cup of fire whiskey and brought it to my mouth, downing it in one sip. Guinevere looked at me with her eyebrows raised but didn’t say anything. I held out my empty cup to my friend and asked, “Hey can you throw this out for me real quick?”
Guinevere looked me up and down and rolled her eyes, “Sure. But it’s not like you don’t have legs that are just as useful at taking you to the trash can yourself.” When she walked away I got out my wand and whispered “accio” and thought of the leather jacket. It flew into my hand from near the stairs to the dorms and I smiled. Theo was talking to a couple slytherins near the couches and I quickly made my way over to him before Guinevere could see me. I stuffed the jacket under one of the couch’s cushions and then turned to Theo. “Hey Theo.” I smiled at him like things were normal. I’m sure he had left the game soon after it started. The person he wanted to kiss was already busy. I grabbed another drink that was resting near the edge of the couch and took a sip.
“Hey,” He smiled back at me. “What’s up?”
I pointed to the couch and sat down, motioning for him to do the same. He was sitting right where I had stashed the jacket, with just a little of the sleeve sticking out. Enough for Guinevere to notice. “I have to talk to you about Guinevere.”
His face turned serious and he nodded and took a sip of his own drink. “Yeah, of course. What’s going on?”
I looked back to where I had been standing with Guinevere a couple minutes earlier and noticed her looking for me. She spotted me quickly and I waved her over. “I think it’s better if she tells you herself.”
Guinevere walked over with a smile on her face. “Theodore Nott, what a nice surprise. What are you guys talking about?” I rolled my eyes, she didn’t know what she was doing to the poor boy. In her mind they were just friends. That’s it. In his, he still had a chance. She sat on the arm of the couch on my side.
Theo spoke up and smiled at her, “You, actually.” Just then I spotted Mattheo a few yards away from us talking to Blaise. He looked genuinely interested in the conversion. Blaise was on the quidditch team so they were probably talking about the upcoming game. I could also tell he was also trying to subtly look for his girlfriend in the crowd. I don’t know when they separated in the party but it seemed like he was trying to find his way back to her side.
Guinevere laughed, “Me? Oh Merlin what for?” Her eyes looked at each of us for an answer when she suddenly looked behind Theo and spotted the jacket. “Hey I was looking for this. Can I?” She looked at Theo and he nodded as she leaned over him to pull the jacket from the couch. It only took a little push to have her fall in his lap. He stood up suddenly from shock and spilled his fire whiskey all over her shirt and skirt. She gasped from the cold, backing away from Theo. At first she looked mad, but her face softened when she saw how horrified Theodore looked.
Theo was apologetic and immediately started ushering apologies to her. He started to pat the areas where it had spilled but I think that just made the situation worse because now he was practically groping her.
I grabbed the jacket during the commotion and slipped it on. It smelled like Guinevere’s coconut shampoo. Which only made me feel a little bit guilty.
I just watched as she started to tell Theo it was okay and that it wasn’t his fault. I looked back at Mattheo who had just glanced over. His eyes immediately focused on his girlfriend. And then on who was touching her. Guinevere and Theo were huddled close; one trying to apologize and the other saying that it was fine. Mattheo’s face changed immediately. It turned angry. Scary. And he started towards us, pushing others out of the way.
I stepped back from Theo and Guinevere and watched as Mattheo made his way towards them. Neither of them noticed my lack of presence and I kept drinking, picking up someone’s long forgotten drink from another table. I wasn’t relishing this, per say, but I wasn’t about to not let it happen. I could tell I was drinking more than I usually do, but it felt better than nothing.
Theo looked up first, before Mattheo even got to them, and he stiffened. Guinevere followed his gaze and furrowed her brows together. She wasn’t used to seeing Mattheo very angry. It wasn’t a side he showed to her often. Mattheo didn’t even look at her. He stared right through Theo, like all he was seeing was rage. A sight I had seen earlier through a different pair of eyes.
“You think you can just grope my girlfriend?” Mattheo spit. I could tell he was holding back in front of Guinevere. His hand was twitching at his side and it looked like it was about to curl into a fist. “So you like to touch girls without their permission? Maybe that’s why she left you in the first place.”
Guinevere opened her mouth to speak but before she could, Theo punched Mattheo in the stomach. Mattheo curled as the blow to his stomach hit him and as he looked up at Theo he had a smile on his face. At least he could say he didn’t throw the first punch.
It all happened so fast. The boys pounced on each other. Like it was second nature. Like they had been waiting for this. It turned into a blur so fast. People started cheering and rooting for sides. Guinevere stood there for a moment, frozen in shock. Her face flitted through different emotions, none I could pinpoint. I took sips of my drink, slowly backing away, pouring more into my cup. Maybe she didn’t deserve this. Maybe, just maybe, I felt bad. But that feeling subsided quickly as images of Fred flooded my brain.
Quickly, Guinevere started moving. I wanted to grab her arm. To tell her she can’t possibly stop what was happening, but I stopped for a second. The world seemed to slow down. Was what I was doing wrong? Before I could think of an answer, Theo was on the ground and Mattheo was on top of him. They had been throwing insults at one another but I hadn’t been listening. Guinevere tried to grab Mattheo’s arm. To stop him. And instead of the blow landing on Theo, his elbow hit her directly in the face. She fell back for a second and then held her face in her hands. Tears escaping her eyes.
Mattheo stopped almost instantly and looked back behind him to his girlfriend and his face fell. He started towards her but she backed away. When he raised his hand to her to comfort her she flinched back. You could tell he broke behind his eyes. Theo was on the ground, watching the scene unfold. He got up slowly and brushed himself off. At first he looked like he was going to walk towards Guinevere but then thought better than it. He walked immediately out of the common room.
Someone in the room yelled “Riddle me this, who’s crazier than Mattheo? His dad.”
Then the party was over.
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I was already drunk by the time everyone had filed out of the party. George was holding me up. I don’t know where he was during the fight but I know Lee had left the party early. He would’ve made commentary on who was winning just like he does during a quidditch match. I was stumbling through the corridors of Hogwarts, trying my best not to fall while I leaned against George. The Gryffindor common room wasn’t that far from the Ravenclaw common room so it was only a little bit of a walk.
I didn’t get a chance to talk to Guinevere about what happened. She had run up to her dorm crying and I didn’t know if I had the capacity to comfort her after that. Especially after I had caused it.
Suddenly George spoke. We were outside the common room. The Fat Lady was staring at us. “Why’d you do that?”
I played dumb, slurring on my words. I don’t know how much I drank but it was a lot. I drank a lot of cups that were laying around. Didn’t really check if they were laced with anything. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I pushed his face away from mine playfully and he rolled his eyes.
“I mean with Lorenzo. You know he followed you out in the corridor but couldn’t find you. He didn’t come back to the party. But you did.”
“I don’t know.”
“You totally know.”
“I’m drunk.”
“Even drunk you knows how to answer a question.”
“George.” I looked at him in the eyes and frowned. “I did it because-”
“Because what?” George was mad now. I frowned at him and he sighed. “I don’t mean to be mad but it was just a stupid thing to do. You’re playing with people’s feelings. Lorenzo’s. Fred’s. Your own.”
“Fred doesn’t give a shit.”
“Okay I think we should talk about this when you’re not drunk.”
“Mmhmm.” My eyes were closing and George had to pick me up to get me into the common room. I was surprised the Fat Lady didn’t say anything. Usually she doesn’t mind her business. Maybe George had bribed her to stay quiet.
The minute we walked into the common room I fell onto the couch. George didn’t argue. He knew how stubborn I could be. So he pulled a blanket on top of me and made sure I was laying on my side so I wouldn’t choke if I threw up. He walked silently up to his dorm and left me in the common room. I liked the quiet. It calmed my headache. I was about to fall asleep when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
Fred came down the stairs and rubbed his eyes. “What are you doing up?”
“I think I’m a bad person.” I mumbled. Fred was still my best friend. I decided in my drunk haze it was better to tell him how I was feeling. I sat up on the couch and pulled the blanket around my shoulders. Without the fire it was a little cold in the common room. Fred came to sit next to me and yawned. “Couldn’t sleep?” I asked.
“Why do you think you’re a bad person?” He said after a minute of silence.
“I did something bad.” I sighed, and rubbed my eyes not caring if my makeup turned me into a raccoon look-alike. Fred had seen me looking worse.
“Then apologize. You can always come back from mistakes.” Fred looked at the wall, thinking.
“I’m sorry.” I sighed, it came out quiet and hoarse like I hadn’t spoken in awhile.
He laughed and looked at me, then nudged me with his shoulder. “Why are you apologizing to me?”
“What?” I turned to him with raised eyebrows. “We got into a fight. And George says you’re upset.”
He sat for a second looking at me. Studying my face. After a while I looked away. “Why’d you say we weren’t anything?” He asked.
“I’m drunk.”
“Not then you weren’t.”
“I just-”
He sighed again. “You don’t have to answer.”
“I think we’re everything.” I whispered.
My eyes started to feel heavy and I leaned against him. I was starting to fall asleep.
“Me too.” Fred replied. He put his arm around me and hugged me closer but I was already gone.
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I woke up and Fred was gone. I was cuddled up on the couch and my neck hurt from not using a pillow. My hair was a mess from moving around in my sleep and I ran my fingers through it in an attempt to fix it. My eyes hurt and my head hurt and everything hurt. I checked my phone, which was tucked into my pocket. It was around four in the morning. I sighed. Guinevere had texted me around three, about two hours after the party ended. It read, “Need you. ASAP. Staying awake for a while.”
I sat up straighter and pulled myself from the couch. I didn’t bother going up to my dorm to change. I knew Guinevere would have clothes that I could borrow. I thought back to a couple hours ago and my heart dropped. I didn’t know what to do. Fred said to apologize. She doesn’t even know I was involved. She had been sitting on that same couch with Mattheo. She probably thought she had left it there. She wasn’t suspicious. She just needed a friend.
I worked up my courage to go to her dorm room. I walked through the corridors hoping no teachers would find me out of bed this early in the morning. Gryffindor needed points and I wasn’t about to be the one to lose some for our house. I knew Luna would be awake so instead of answering the riddle to the common room door I just knocked a couple times. She barely sleeps. I don’t know how she gets anything done.
She opened the door for me and smiled. She wasn’t at the party. She doesn’t really enjoy them and instead spends her time at the library reading issues of the Quibbler. I doubt she even knew what happened. People probably recorded the fight but I doubted that she follows any of the people that would post that.
“What can I do for you, friend?” She said softly.
“Here for Guinevere.” She nodded at that and let me in. I walked up to Guinevere’s dorm and knocked on the door softly. Then louder when she didn’t answer.
“Go away Theo.” I heard her yell from inside the room.
“Not Theo.” I replied.
I heard footsteps from inside the room and then the door opened. Her face had been washed from makeup and her eyes were red from crying. Near her left eye was a bruise starting to form where Mattheo had accidentally hit her. She rubbed her eyes, wiping away her tears like it was embarrassing for me to see her cry. She crashed into my arms suddenly and at first I was too shocked to hug her back. But I melted into her hug quickly. When we pulled away I studied her face and touched her bruise with my fingers. She flinched away from my touch. “I’m sorry.” I said quietly.
She shrugged. “It’s not your fault.”
I looked away from her face. “Can I come in?”
“I did text you to come, didn’t I?” She laughed. It was a sad kind of laugh. She was trying to lighten the mood.
I walked in and sat on her bed, my gryffindor robe had been moved to one of her chairs and I stared at it thinking about hours before all this happened. I sighed. “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” She repeated as she sat down beside me. She was wearing one of Mattheo’s shirts and it was worn out like she had slept in it a lot. Which was probably true. It still smelled like him too. It had probably been spelled to always smell like him. That’s totally something he would do. And when she put her face near her chest I could tell she was trying to silently sniff it.
“Have you talked to him?” I asked, nervous about what she would say. I knew she knew who I was talking about. She pulled on the seams of the shirt as I said it.
Her hand shook a bit as she played with the shirt. “No.”
“Has he even come up here?”
“He’s been blowing up my phone but I turned it off. I think he doesn’t want to scare me. I just kinda wish he would show up. But at the same time I don’t. I don’t know. The only person I’d want to comfort me is him. He’s like my safe place. I just want to bury myself into his chest. But now I just…I don’t know. The only person I want there is him.” She talked fast like she was nervous it wouldn’t come out right or that she wouldn’t have the guts to say it. Like she just wanted the words to be over with.
“But when I came to your door you thought it was Theo.” I looked at her and she buried her head further into her shirt.
“Yeah.” Was all she said.
“Did you talk to him?” I questioned, a little nervous at her answer.
“No” She sighed again. “He kept coming to my door but I just didn’t want to see him. I felt bad. I felt like it was my fault. I don’t know. I feel like I never even meant to hurt him in the first place and now it’s just so fucked.”
I put my head in my hands. Words just started spilling out of me. “I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what happened. I was just mad. And you spelled the bottle to land on me. And then I fucked up. Like a lot. I kissed Lorenzo and then Fred got mad for who knows what reason. And then I don’t know, it just got away from me. I didn’t think it would get that far.” I was talking fast. I wasn’t even sure she could understand me.
I could tell she was looking at me but I didn’t meet her gaze. “What?” She muttered softly, shocked.
“I did it on purpose. I knew Mattheo would get mad. That’s what I’m saying.” I stopped talking and looked at her. Hoping she would speak. “Please say something.”
“Okay…” She started. “I don’t really know what to say.” She paused again and we made eye contact. When she looked away, her hand went instinctively to her bruise, touching it lightly like she was thinking. Her hand went down, back to playing with Mattheo’s shirt, a nervous habit, and looked at me when she asked, “Are you okay?”
My heart stopped. That wasn’t what I was expecting. “What?”
“I’m just asking if you’re okay.” She sniffed her shirt again. I could tell she was about to cry, but she didn’t want me to see it. “You just don’t seem okay. I know if I did this, I would want someone to ask if I’m okay. Because I would only do this if I didn’t feel okay.” She motioned for me to sit next to her, which just made me feel worse. “Is it your dad?”
I sighed. “No it’s just-” I breathed in. “Maybe. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with looking for his approval. He’s a death eater for crying out loud.” I ran my fingers through my messy hair. “It’s not like I even want to go home to him for winter break. But I can’t help but hope things will change.”
Before I could say too much, Guinevere put her hand on my back and said, “He’s still your dad. It’s natural to want that.” She took a shaky breath, “Me and Mattheo were going to America for winter break, if you want to join. Though I don’t really know if he would like that anymore. Maybe a girls getaway? If you’re not going to the burrow?”
I let out a small smile. I was glad she wasn’t mad at me but my heart still sank as she was being overly nice to me. “Do you even hear yourself? Of course he still wants to go.” I looked up from my feet, I was still wearing my boots and they were starting to get uncomfortable. “And yeah, that would be nice. You know, if the twins don’t invite me to sleep on the floor of their room at the burrow.”
She laughed. “Always putting me second to the Weasley’s. How typical. I feel hurt.” She touched her chest again, feigning hurt for the second time that night. “And they would rather sleep in the chimney than let you sleep on the floor.” She thought for a second. “Maybe they’d make Lee sleep on the floor, though.”
I laughed at that. “Yeah that’s probably true. He’d try to talk his way out of it though. 50/50 chance of that working though.” I looked at her again, my eyebrows furrowing. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
She nudged me with her shoulder and smiled sadly, “I’m your best friend. It’s kind of my job.” She looked at my feet, “Aren’t those uncomfortable?”
I breathed out a laugh. “Oh Merlin yes.” I started taking them off but it took a little more effort then I could when I was still half-drunk and half-hungover. Guinevere stood up and made her way to the dresser, picking through her clothes. She was wearing a pair of gryffindor pajama pants I had lended to her last week. I hadn’t even noticed. I decided to not make a comment. She can keep them.
“You want the regular?” She held up a pair of pajama shorts and a shirt with a graphic that said “free the house elves” which I’m sure Hermione had gifted to her. She looked away after giving them to me, even though we’d changed in front of each other a million times.
“Yeah.” I said, pulling off my old clothes and changing into Guinevere’s.
I saw her put her hair in a bun for sleep. I copied her, putting my long hair into a messy ponytail at the back of my head and crawled into her bed.
She made her way over to the bed as well and sat on the edge. “So I’m going to assume you’re staying over.”
My eyes were already closed so I mumbled something like, “That’s kind of obvious.”
“Goodnight.” She said, and I felt the weight shift as she crawled into bed with me.
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I woke up to my phone ringing. I yawned and looked at the time before answering and pushed the hair from my face. Guinevere was still sound asleep and only slightly moved when the phone was ringing. She was taking up most of the bed and her legs were spiraled across the whole bed. In her sleep she had managed to push me to the edge without actually pushing me off the bed. Her snores were light and she looked peaceful. I debated whether or not to take her picture as blackmail but thought better of it. Though I’m sure even she would find it funny.
I yawned again and answered the phone without looking at the caller ID expecting it to be Lee, Fred, or George. Though I doubt they would be calling at this time unless it was concerning a prank and I didn’t know of any they were planning. Usually they included me in their evil mastermind plans. “Hello?” I groggily spoke, my voice hoarse.
“Hey,” I heard Lorenzo on the other side of the phone. His voice was deeper than usual and sounded tired. “I was just wondering if you were okay. You kind of got blasted.”
I didn’t think before speaking, still half asleep, and laughed as I said, “Like my mom?”
He let out a small laugh, “Do you ever stop mentioning your mommy issues?”
“You sound like Guinevere.”
He let out a deep breath, I couldn’t tell if he had just woken up or if hadn’t been sleeping. I was curious if it was the former. Why would he wake up and immediately think of me? “Seriously answer the question. Are you okay?”
I feigned a pout, “Are you worried about me? Did you really get that attached over a kiss?”
I could almost hear him roll his eyes over the phone. “You do know that we’re friends, right? I think being worried about you gives me some points either way. Kiss or no kiss. Which you have to admit was pretty good in itself.”
I scoff. “Okay fine. I’ll answer the question if you stop talking about the kiss. I think I’ll die if you mention it again and my head already hurts-”
“A hangover will do that-”
I cut him off, “Shut up. I think I’m fine. I’m sleeping in Guinevere’ dorm-”
“I kind of figured. I went to check on your dorm earlier before turning in myself but I didn’t get any answer so I just figured you were asleep.” So it was the former. He had woken up thinking of me. “How is she by the way? I heard about what happened. Mattheo has shut himself up in his dorm and hasn’t talked to anyone. And I think Theo has been wandering the castle. I’m surprised Filch hasn’t found him yet.”
“Maybe if you stopped interrupting I could tell you. But it seems like you only like to hear the sound of your own voice.” I paused, thinking he would say something to that or interrupt me again but he stayed silent. “Anyways, I thought we were talking about me. Although if you really want to know, I think she’s a little shaken but otherwise okay. And yeah, Guinevere told me Theo has been by her dorm multiple times. Probably to apologize. But I’m surprised he didn’t go back to his dorm after she refused to talk to him.”
“He probably just doesn’t want to run into Mattheo.”
I rolled my eyes, changing the subject. “Now, back to me. I would like to know why you’re so worried but we can put that on the backburner for now.” I heard him sigh. I also heard Guinevere move in her sleep, and I was hoping she wasn’t secretly listening to my conversation. It’s something she would do. Sneaky bitch. “I’m kind of all over the place, honestly-”
“Is it your conflicting feelings for me?”
“You lasted two minutes. Saw that coming. Now I’m going to need you to stop for at least ten minutes. I’ll even time you.”
“Do I get another kiss if I do that?”
“No.” I deadpanned. I breathed in. Usually Lorenzo wasn’t this flirty. To me at least. I was going to pretend to blame it on sleep deprivation and fire whiskey. “Anyway, I feel like maybe you’d be one of the only people I can talk to about this.”
“Okay?”
“I’m afraid I’m turning into my dad.” I spit it out. Like poison. It burned my mouth to say and I didn’t want to cry. “Guinevere pulled it out of me. I haven’t thought about him in forever and yet here we are. He’s practically dead to me. But again, I just feel like a shitty person and he’s a shitty person so maybe the apple hasn’t fallen too far from the tree.”
He didn’t hesitate to respond. “You aren’t a shitty person.”
“Yeah like you haven’t thought the same thing about yourself.” I gasped, guilty. “I didn’t mean that I’m sorry.”
I heard him shuffle on his bed, the sheets moving under him. “No it’s okay. I get it. We can start a death eater dad hate group. Draco, Theo, and Mattheo can join.”
“Barf.”
“Oh right. Your hatred for Draco still stands firm.” He smiled. “I bet he has a secret crush on you.”
“Double barf. I will use the killing curse on you, you know.”
“Anyway, what brought this up today?” He asked.
“I kind of orchestrated the fight between Mattheo and Theo.” I hesitated saying it, my voice quiet.
It was silent for a moment. Deafening. For a second I regretted saying anything. It was one thing to say it to Guinevere. There was no doubt in either of our minds that we would always forgive each other. But here I was blurting out my secret to Lorenzo. Who could go run to Blaise or Theo or Mattheo or even Draco about what I did. Or even Pansy. That girl has the biggest mouth. She’d tell everyone she saw. No doubt the whole school would know in seconds. People would probably send each other howlers, spreading the gossip. And I would sit at the Gryffindor table in the great hall with my head hung in shame. I don’t even know if I would confess this to Fred. He wouldn’t understand. So why am I here, sharing it with Enzo?
He started laughing on the other side of the phone. Loudly. I had to pull my phone away from my ear. “What’s funny?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. He couldn’t be making fun of me, would he?
He composed himself and the laughter subsided. “Okay, it’s not that funny. But you did that? You must hate Guinevere. And Mattheo. And Theo. What did those poor souls ever do to you?” He stifled another laugh, trying to hide it. “I mean yeah sometimes they have the asshole gene but everyone has flaws.”
“Okay, don’t be mad at me.” I breathed in.
“No promises.”
“I got mad at Guinevere for spelling the bottle to land on you.”
He paused for a second, then responded. “First of all, I’m hurt. Second of all, she spelled the bottle?”
“Yeah,” I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. “She’s kind of been wanting you and me to get together.”
“And what’s bad about that?” His question was instant. Insecurity hiding underneath confidence.
“I-” I thought for a second. There were a lot of things bad about it. Because I didn’t want him to get hurt. Because I didn’t want to hurt him. Hurt myself. Hurt Fred. Fred. That’s what’s bad about it. Because never for a second before this night had I had doubts about Fred. About wanting Fred. For him to be the one I’m stuffed into the quidditch closet with. For us to be the ones kissing, hands and body parts tangled together. But I thought for a moment. Just a split second of wondering. That maybe Lorenzo was right now. Sometimes all you need to survive is to hang onto the present. Fred could be forever. But Lorenzo was right here. Right now. And thinking about that put me at ease. “I don’t know, maybe nothing.”
He ignored what I said, and moved on. “You’re the opposite of a shitty person, by the way. I hope you know how much you mean to people. To Guinevere. To the Weasley’s. To me.” He sounded sincere and I heard him move around again, probably sitting up. “Nothing could change that. You aren’t turning into your dad. You never could. You’re you. Just you.” He paused again, thinking. “You might not see it, but we all know who you are. And that person is someone you should be proud of. Because I know your mom would be.”
I released the tension in my shoulders and said, “Thanks Enzo.”
He yawned. “I mean it.” He hesitated before saying, “I have to go, we have quidditch practice before classes tomorrow and I have to get some more sleep. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. But before you get too cocky know that Gryffindor will kick your ass. Bye.”
“Thanks in the most insincere way possible. Bye.”
I hung up as Guinevere stirred in her sleep. In an attempt to wake myself up after trying to sleep for a few more minutes, I got up and walked to the window as the cold air blew in and I slowly closed it as it creaked shut. It was the beginning of December and the weather outside was freezing. Usually I liked it cold while I slept but the goosebumps forming on my arm proved otherwise as I walked around my friend’s room, now without the protection of warm Ravenclaw blankets.
I sat at Guinevere’ desk for a couple minutes, looking through instagram and tiktok, suddenly bored with no one awake and classes ahead of me, when I heard knocks at the door. I assumed it was Theo, as Guinevere had told me he had checked on her a few times earlier in the night, and swung open the door while Guinevere was still asleep on the other side of the room. “What do you want, Theo?” I asked instinctively. Instead of Theo, I saw Mattheo standing there, his hair a mess in a worn shirt and sweatpants. He looked tired, and had bags already under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept at all and his eyes were slightly red. His face was dry though, but I had never seen any evidence of him crying. Ever.
He looked at me in surprise. For a second anger flitted across his dark brown eyes but he shook it off quickly. “Why would I be Theo?” He asked in a hoarse voice.
I shrugged, trying to think of something to say. “He definitely didn’t come to check on Guinevere a few times after the party.” Shit. Think of something better to say, I told myself. “She didn’t answer or open the door for him though, so no worries, right?” Safe for now.
“Right.” He answered slowly. He seemed exhausted and wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight with me like he usually would. We banter. In a non-sexy way. He can get on my nerves sometimes. “Is she here?” He asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. He looked around the dark room searching for a sight of her, but I blocked his line of sight.
I heard Guinevere’s groggy voice in the background, just getting out of sleep. “Who are you talking to?” She half-whispered. Of course she wakes up for Mattheo and not for the entire time I was talking to Enzo. It’s like she can sense when he’s near. It’s a useless superpower. She wouldn’t be able to even classify herself as a superhero.
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