#merlin: [facepalm]

[wishiwasadruid]

Uther: What is going on here?!!!

Merlin:…Poet-

Arthur, covering Merlin’s mouth: I lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

#merlin #merthur #Leon in the background facepalming #merlin and arthur #merlin incorrect quotes #merlin bbc #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #merlin x arthur #uther pendragon #try guys

[hoarder-of-dragons]

Sighting of a wild oblivious Merlin

Merlin: Oh Arthur brought me flowers....who does he want me to deliver them too?

#Everyone at a distance:*facepalms* #Arthur:*screams in frustration* #i love pining arthur and oblivious merlin dynamic #merthur #oblivious merlin #merthur incorrect quotes #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merlin x arthur #pining arthur pendragon #merlin #merlin and arthur #bbc merthur #adorable merthur #merlin bbc #bbc merlin #incorrect quotes #merlin incorrect quotes #incorrect merlin quotes #incorrect merthur quotes

[adhd-merlin]

#WHY WAS THIS MOMENT SO FUCKING FUNNY #it's arthur's utter confidence while merlin facepalms in the background #(the guy's dead) #merlin #merlinedit #ep 1x02

[heldtogetherwithstring]

Incorrect Merlin Quotes

Lancelot: How are we going to get in?

Merlin: Don't worry, I'm a master lockpicker.

Merlin: *smashes window*

#merlin you literally have magic #lancelot is facepalming #dude the window smashing is unnecessary #merlin #bbc merlin #sir lancelot #knights of the round table #arthur pendragon #lancelot #camelot #magic #two dumbasses #one braincell #lancelot has it right now

[theroundbartable]

I want Uther to be the kinda guy who isn't actually homophobic, but his anti-magic laws made it so impossible to change any law that he ends up having to act like he is. (He'd lose his credibility otherwise that the magic laws cannot be changed, cause duh, they are law, lol.)

This results in him having to manage his bi-sons behavior by pulling him aside every time he says something outrageously gay.

The thing is, Arthur is oblivious to the whole thing.

Arthur: Merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?

*imagine Uther grabbing Arthur by the collar like a cat and facing him*

Uther: son, no.

Arthur: but-

Uther: we talked about this. No flirting with boys.

Arthur: i'm not flirting with him, i'm threatening him. Here, see? "Merlin, i could take you apart with one blow!"

Uther: *facepalms*, oh my god.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merlin bbc #arthur #concept #uther

[morganadeservedbetter]

Merlin: God, if only someone loved me… Arthur: standing behind them with a wedding ring roses Freya: holding box of chocolates Gwaine: has balloons Gwen: holding out a flower crown Mordred: has a card Morgana: bringing him special books Lance: literally just dropped everything he was doing because Merlin needed help carrying things Gaius: facepalms This is sad.

#i don't ship most of these #but it really felt like everyone was in love with merlin #merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #merthur #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #incorrect quotes #king arthur #prince arthur #merlin x arthur #freya #lady morgana #lady of the lake #morgana pendragon #gwen merlin #gwenivere #lance merlin #lancelot du lac #sir gwaine #gwaine merlin #mordred #gaius merlin

[achillesuwu]

BE HOLD : old merlin in mordern era and reincarnated Arthur, Gwen and the knight finding him again and witnessing this :

Arthur went from wanting to hug merlin to wanting to facepalm so fast that even the light has a hard time to catch up.

#merthur #arthur pendragon #merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #bbc merlin #bbc gwaine #gwen bbc #bbc leon #perceval #sir elyan #Lancelot wasn’t with them he is next to merlin holding his bags and Arthur will absolutly #NOT get extremely annoyed about the fact that #he has been living rent free in merlin home for 2 years

[legilimens-library]

Minerva: *fed up with his shit* Now Severus, go over there and talk with Y/N. Start with a cheesy pickup line or something at least!

Severus: *questioning his existence* Fine…

Severus: *walking up to Y/N* I like my partners the way I like my intrusive thoughts.

Y/N: ???

Severus: Fucking me over in the middle of the night.

Minerva: *facepalms* Oh Merlin…

#alan rickman #harry potter #severus snape #severus x y/n #severus snape x reader #pro snape #severus x reader #legilimens library

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Villains Only being able to Speak their First Language to Eachother

Hey fellow Hetalians (No such thing as an ex-Hetalian, y'all know that), remember that post about all the characters only being able to speak their countries official languages for a day?? And the chaos that would've ensued?? This is inspired by that post XD

Imagine the Disney Villains getting hexed by like, Mama Odie or Merryweather or Merlin or someone, so they can all only speak and understand their first language for a month.

Yes. A whole month.

The Toon Patrol are seriously struggling because Greasy keeps talking really fast Spanish at them but the rest have no idea what he's saying. Eventually Smartass decides to lock him in a separate room until this can be figured out and you can just hear banging and vague Spanish coming out the crack.

Ernesto is trying to figure out what some of the English speakers are saying because every 11th word is kinda familiar and they speak slow (Especially the rotund, yodelling fellow) but he keeps getting distracted by this faint Spanish yelling coming from another room.

Hades and Jafar stand off to the side near a wall just watching all the mess. They cant understand each other of course but no one else can understand them either so there's really nothing else to do. Hades will occasionally point something out, like Gaston leaning his sweaty arm on Frollo's shoulder and Frollo struggling to not buckle under the weight, and they'll chuckle. (Yes, laughter. The universal language XD)

Speaking of the French speakers-- they're suffering. Frollo hates his fellow French speakers for all being such sinners, Lady Tremaine hates the others because they're idiots or they have too much attitude towards her (*Cough* mal), Maleficent looks down on them all because they're all magic-less plebs, Edgar hates them because they all have money, and Gaston keeps talking about himself and someone is going to hit him. But they all try to keep it together, keep it classy, though most of them have elected to just not talk except for Gaston.

The oddest pairing is probably Hans and Ursula. She speaks Danish, or a dialect similar to it, and he is either Norwegian or Icelandic. If he's Norwegian, they're trying to figure out what the other is saying. Its mostly Ursula flirting with him and him carefully deciphering her words... and then facepalming. ikke til å tro (Unbelievable). But she keeps making like she has something important to tell him, like how to fix this huge predicament, and he keeps falling for it XD

Hilda and Mother Gothel speak German together and basically check out of this mess- like, do they want to understand what insanity Gaston and Jafar are saying again?? Or Frollo?? Haha, No...

Scroop speaks a harsh alien dialect and Silver's just standing next to him like yeah, yeah... you know i dont understand a word you're saying? *... realises scroop cant understand him either and sighs* Ahhh... *Rubs the bridge of his nose*

Rourke approaches the Horned King, curious why he's just standing there doing nothing and gets a string of growly Welsh and promptly... leaves... Like nope. Not today. That crap sounded like an ancient curse and that is not on todays schedule, thanks.

Clayton claims to have visited half these countries (Truth) and could figure out what many of the other villains are saying if he wanted (Exaggeration) so Cruella's like okay great... go and Captain Hook's like that's marvelous! go ahead then my good fellow!. He goes up to Shan Yu and immediately fails.

Shan Yu is usually pretty quiet around the other villains, so him standing there unreadable though faintly amused by them all is... not out of the ordinary XDD

If you have more to add, please feel free! XD

#Disney Villains #Shan Yu #Captain Hook #Cruella De Vil #Commander Lyle Rourke #Commander Rourke #Horned King #Long John Silver #Mr Scroop #Mother Gothel #Evil Queen #The Evil Queen #Evil Queen Grimhilde #Ursula #Disney Ursula #Prince Hans #Prince Hans Of The Southern Isles #Gaston #Disney Gaston #Lady Tremaine #Judge Claude Frollo #Edgar Balthazar #Maleficent #Disney Hades #Hades #Jafar #Disney Jafar #Ernesto De La Cruz #Toon Patrol #Smartass Weasel

[crackishincorrecthp]

*When Harry "dies" he recieves a third option, which is go back in time and he does that. And when is time for old Voldy to return-* Harry: Cedric, I would love if you could win this shit, but I have to take this fucking thing alone or else you'll die. I'm not even kidding. Been there, done that and it wasn't fun for either of us. Cedric: Cedric: So, you used a Time Turner? Harry: Nah, I died at 17 and recieved 3 options; move on, go back to the moment I died or go back in time...I chose go back in time, sounded more fun and I could fix some shit up. Cedric: Cedric: Okay, I'll just send the red sparks for me then...Good luck, I guess? Harry: I'll need that. *In the graveyard, after Voldy has a body* Harry: *Stuns every Death Eater* Harry: It's just me and you now, Tommy. Voldemort: What the actual fuck? How did you break free?! Harry: That's something that should be between me and Merlin. Harry: And oh, btw? I know about the Horcruxes and I destroyed almost all of them. Harry, putting his own wand on his head: Avada Kedavra. Voldemort: Voldemort, to Harry: Potter? Voldemort, to his Death Eaters: What the fuck just happened? And why are you all useless bitches still stunned if he just committed suicide?! Harry: Because I'm not dead, motherkiller! Voldemort: What the fuck?! Harry: Now you can be killed, but for now I'm just gonna stun you and go back to Hogwarts with you and your little fucked up minions. We'll see from there. *Back to Hogwarts* Harry: I'm back with a few gifts, motherfuckers! The students: The professors: The parents: Fudge: Are those —? Harry, pointing to the DEs: Death Eaters, yes. Harry, pointing to Voldemort: And that's Tommy. Harry, pointing to Pettigrew: Oh and that's the traitor, the one who really got my parents murdered by Tommy, Peter Pettigrew. Fudge: Tommy? Harry: Yeah. Harry, seeing everyone's confusion: Oh, sorry, my bad! I forgot that not everyone knows Voldemort's real name... Harry, pointing to Voldemort: That's Voldemort. Everyone: *Screaming, panicking, fainting, throwing up* Harry: Oh, come on! He's fucking stunned and I could just kill him right now infront of everyone if that makes you all feel better! Fudge: Please, do that. I, as Minister of Magic, give Harry Potter a special permission to use a Unforgivable Curse to kill the one know as Lord V-Voldemort. Harry: Fine. Harry, pointing his wand to Voldemort: I guess it's bye forever now, Tommy. See you never. Avada Kedavra. Everyone: *Relief sighs* Moody/Crouch Jr: NOOOOOO! MY MASTER! Harry: Oh, forgot about you, honestly. That's not Alastor Moody, guys! That's actually Barty Crouch Jr on Polyjuice! Snape: And how do you know that? Harry: I just know. If you don't believe me you can wait until the effect of the potion is gone. Snape: Oh, we will. Harry: Okay, but can I please go to sleep then? I'm fucking tired. Dumbledore: Of course you can, my boy. Harry: Please, grandpa Dumbles, I'm not biologically yours, so don't call me that. Dumbledore: Snape: McGonagall: Flitwick: Sprout: Hermione: *facepalms* Hermione, grabbing Harry: Ron and I will take Harry away now, everyone! He's clearly exhausted... *Gryffindor common room, after Ron & Hermione dropped Harry into the boys dormitory* Ron: Hermione? Hermione: Uh? Ron: Did Harry really called Dumbledore 'Grandpa Dumbles' and got away with it? Hermione: Pretty much, yeah.

#harry potter incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #incorrect hp quotes #incorrect quotes #harry potter #harry james potter #cedric diggory #death eaters #peter pettigrew #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle #cornelius fudge #barty crouch jr #bartemius crouch junior #severus snape #albus dumbledore #albus percival wulfric brian dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #filius flitwick #pomona sprout #hermione granger #hermione jean granger #ron weasley #ronald weasley #ronald bilius weasley

[witchmd13]

but like i want to see how after Merlin is court sorcerer and all they’re facing some kind of enemy and the guy is there threatening camelot and their friends as usual and Arthur’s all we’re doing this by the book. pick up your sword. I’m not fighting an unarmed person and whatever but before he’s done merlin is already between them and his eyes are already gold and he’s all smugness and power like “he might be honorable but I’m not” and the guy is flying through the window with a blink and then you have arthur shaking his head and facepalming in the background

#like just give me this please #merthur

[oneknightstand-if]

The true question right here is: can our trusty broom get turned into an enchanted weapon so that we can still use it while fighting? Peak weapon right there

Well, unlike the gun weapons, at least your trusty broom is guaranteed to not backfire on you! Now if you can convince Merlin that's a worthy use of their magical energy remains to be seen.

Meanwhile Adrian is facepalming in the background.

#oks-asks #But there's still a far superior Cloudcuckoolander weapon out there

[misssugarcat]

Fair Play

Important note: If you like Leander, maybe it's better not to read the following story. 😅 I really can't stand him, so I chose him as an enemy this time. Aesop Sharp x Reader – 5,6 k words

I accidentally blew up a cauldron. Again. I am just a total bummer for potions.

Professor Sharp sighs and rolls his eyes. "Miss Mills, you really need to be more careful. How many times is this now that you've blown up a cauldron?"

"I'm not sure, Sir ..." I say sheepishly. I'd like to be good at potions, but somehow potions don't like me.

He sighs again. "Okay then. How did you blow THIS one up. Come on, I know you know what you did."

"Hmm ... I stirred in the wrong direction?" It's more of a question than an explanation.

Professor Sharp sighs for the third time and facepalms. "How in Merlin's beard do you stir in the WRONG DIRECTION?!"

"Uh … I've got a little left-right problem ..." I'm getting more and more meek.

The teacher laughed dryly. "I hope you don't have the same problem with flying a broom."

"Maybe that’s why Professor Kogawa doesn't like me that much ..." I bite my tongue. I would like to sink into the ground with shame.

He groans. "Miss Mills. I think you'll need to stay after school to keep practicing ... you can't be making the same mistakes all the time."

"In fact, the last time the cauldron exploded, it wasn't my left-right weakness that was the problem." Please, ground, just open up.

He glances at me. "And what was your problem exactly, that you're so reluctant to admit?"

" … wrong ingredient?" He will kill me.

Sharp sighs for the fourth time. "Let me fix that for you: You were not paying attention, and you were being careless. It's not hard to look at the ingredients before adding them to a cauldron, is it?"

Okay, he's not going to kill me, it'll be the next exploding cauldron.

He closes his eyes and places his hands over his face, groaning again. "Miss Mills ... did you even read the recipe?"

"I did, Sir. Really ..."

He just looks at me. "I'm disappointed. You've blown up three different cauldrons before. I hope you're not like this in your other classes."

"At least no plants have eaten me in Herbology."

He laughed dryly. "Well, at least that's an accomplishment I suppose."

"I try to take my incompetence with humour." I shrug apologetically.

"You really should just ask for help, you know. I'm sure if you just slowed down for once this wouldn't be quite as much of a problem."

I leave the classroom with my head ducked.

He facepalms behind me. "Why do they insist on making my job more difficult for me?"

My best friend Natsai Onai is waiting for me in front of the classroom. She puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. She looks genuinely concerned and asks: "Are you feeling alright? Professor Sharp can be a bit harsh sometimes."

I shake my head. "He means well. I know I'm terrible at potions. I just don't have a talent for it. I wish it was different. I wish I was different."

She tries to smile. "It's alright, Amy. Not everyone's cut out for every subject. I'm sure there's something else you're good at!" She frowned. "It is unfortunate that it had to be potions, though. I know how badly you want to be good at it."

I start to cry. Natty hugs me. "Hey now, it's okay ... it just doesn't come naturally to you, and that's okay. There's no shame in that, after all. You just might need some more help than most, and no one's gonna judge you for that, okay?"

I sniffle. "I'm such a loser."

Natsai shakes her head and keeps hugging me. "You're really not. You're kind, sweet and caring. Not everyone's a potions genius and that's fine." She holds me a little tighter and rubs my back. "There will be a subject that clicks with you. I just know there is."

"Not potions, anyway ... at least I'm good at Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, anything to do with practical magic." I'm talented at that.

Natsai smiles. "And that's alright! Don't compare yourself to anyone else, okay? We all have talents, but we also have our weaknesses. Just don't be embarrassed to ask for help, understand?"

I nod. "Thanks, Natty. I'm already feeling better."

"Of course, that's what friends are for!" She smiles again. "We all need a bit of encouragement or support from our friends once in a while, especially when we're feeling down." She squeezes me softly, rubbing my back.

In the evening, Natty and I do our homework. We have to write a multi-page essay on the properties and use of Wiggenweld Potion for Professor Sharp.

I try to be as specific as possible this time, often asking Natty for her opinion and looking things up multiple times. My essay just has to be good this time. I want to prove to Professor Sharp that I can do more than blow up cauldrons.

When I turn in my essay, Professor Sharp is impressed. He didn't say so outright, but I can tell by the twinkle in his eye.

"Miss Mills, this is really well done! I'm impressed. You've clearly done a lot of research and put a lot of care into this essay. I would like to award you this well-deserved 20 points for Gryffindor. Well done."

I beam at him. "Thank you, Professor!"

He sighs and smiles. "Now, you need to promise me you'll be careful with your next cauldron." He laughed dryly. "I'm beginning to think you're trying to kill me with those things, Miss Mills."

I look at him in horror. "I would never dare, Sir!"

"Well, you could have fooled me!" He laughs again. "So, will you promise me you'll be careful next time? I don't want to have to use a potion to re-grow any hair that may have been burned off during your next explosion." He looks at me seriously. "Don't waste your potential, young lady."

The next time we're supposed to brew a potion, I'm very nervous. I just can't screw it up this time.

I am much more careful and precise ... and more importantly, I read the recipe over, again and again. This seemed a sign of improvement. The potion began to bubble as I stir.

"Now be very careful ... and slowly add the next ingredient." Professor Sharp glances around the cauldrons ?" Professor Sharp glances around the cauldrons It is critical to the success of the potion. Understand?"

I turn away to count my Dittany Leaves.

Suddenly Professor Sharp's voice rings out: "MR PREWETT!!! DON'T YOU DARE!"

I turn around, startled. Leander Prewett is standing next to me, a spider fang in his hand. Apparently he was about to throw it in my cauldron. I stare at Leander.

Professor Sharp glances at Leander. "What. The. Hell. Is. Your. Problem?" He looks at him angrily. "Get over to my desk, you little prick. NOW!" He looks over to you, slightly flustered.

"Sorry, Miss Mills. You can go back to your cauldron. I just have some issues with Mr. Prewett here and I'll deal with them personally."

I'm still staring at Leander as he sheepishly walks over to Professor Sharp. Then I'm starting to realize it. HE is responsible for my exploding cauldrons!

Sharp starts slamming his fist down on his desk. He is fuming. "How dare you? What the hell makes you think it's okay to sabotage someone's work just because you hate them? Or whatever stupid childish reason you came up with to do this!"

I carefully continue with my potion. I try to focus on doing everything right. And my work seems to be paying off. My potion is going very well. It was going almost perfectly, in fact. My potion was bubbling and steaming, but the consistency was perfect.

Professor Sharp looks genuinely surprised. "Well ... what do you know? There is a potions genius in between those ears of yours! Good work!" Then he glances over at Leander. "That's the last time you'll be pulling stupid pranks like that in my class. Understand?"

I'm beaming. Apparently I'm better at potions than I thought. I giggle and Natty gives me a smile. I can see how proud she is of me. She leans in to whisper in my ear. "See? I told you that you could do it if you set your mind to it. I'm proud, you did really good!"

As Leander walks past me, he gives me a sinister look. I look at him confused. He's definitely mad at me, and he's really trying to make sure that I know it.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Something is wrong. I have a bad feeling.

I glance over at him. The next thing I know, there's a flash of light that catches my eye. He throws a bezoar into my cauldron. I try to say something, but it's too late.

The potion immediately catches fire and starts overflowing over the sides, and it starts to explode.

Everyone starts shouting and screaming. I take cover. Another exploding cauldron ... but at least this time it's clearly not my fault.

Everyone stares in shock as Leander begins to laugh. Leander is actually laughing – and he doesn't seem to be worried the slightest.

I can see Professor Sharp, who is fuming. "Are you trying to kill someone?! That is NOT funny! Do you know how dangerous that is?!" He screams, looking absolutely furious and disgusted with Leander. "Do you wanna explain yourself Leander?! You've clearly got a death wish if you think this is a good idea!"

Leander has gone mad. Obviously he is out of mind. Sharp is still screaming at him. "You're gonna tell me WHY you just did this, WHY it was necessary to do this TWICE now ... and then you're gonna have to write me a 20 pages essay on the dangers of using bezoars in a cauldron. He slams his hands onto the desk. He was clearly beyond the boiling point right now. "Answer. Me. Now."

Leander looks at me. He smiles. He is definitely enjoying the fact that he was getting so much attention. He clearly isn't worried about the trouble he might be in at all. "What I did was entirely justified." He laughed a little bit. "I just wanted to teach Miss Mills a lesson. I think I taught her quite well, don't you?" He looks at Professor Sharp.

My jaw drops.

"So, you're telling me that you decided to try to kill the poor girl because you were annoyed at her?" Sharp looks at him in disbelief. "How ... dare you. I will be reporting this behaviour immediately. The headmaster needs to know about this, and I would suggest you apologize now for what you did."

But Leander obviously has no desire to follow his instructions. "She's a snooty goat. She thinks she's better", he says suddenly. "She ignored me. Didn't even want to go on a date with me."

Sharp's eyes widened. "What?" He glances at Leander with a look of disgust. "You cannot be serious right now."

If my mouth wasn't already open, my jaw would drop again.

Sharp is baffled. Just a moment ago, he was furious at Leander for being completely reckless in his potions class – but now, he was nearly speechless. "Are you implying that you almost killed her ... because she didn't want to go out with you?!" He looks absolutely shocked.

I stare at them. Leander has really gone mad.

Leander is angry now. "How dare you? How dare you not want to go out with me?" Does this guy even hear himself right now? He sounds like a complete narcissist ... because that's exactly what he is.

I feel dizzy.

Leander continues ranting. He's really starting to lose his temper. "Fine. If you won't go out with me, I guess I'll have to make sure you can't go out with anyone else." He starts to pace, clearly in some kind of rage. I had never seen someone get so upset about me not wanting to be with them ... and yet here I am. I have a front row seat.

"You are such a bitch", Leander looks at me full of anger. Then he spits at me.

The spit hits me. I stare at him. He's totally off his rocker this time.

Sharp is still watching in complete shock. He looks at Leander, looking absolutely furious. "Are you insane?! You just spat on a student because they wouldn't go out with you?!" He was livid. Leander had completely lost the plot, he is completely out of control now.

I crawl under the next table before Leander goes completely insane.

Leander laughs a sick little laugh. He actually thought that my reaction was funny. He's definitely a complete nutjob. He's going to get himself suspended or something else at this rate, and he doesn't even care. In fact, he's almost enjoying the fact that everyone is staring at him.

Then Leander suddenly turns around and leaves the classroom laughing. I stare after him. I just can't believe what just happened. It was like a bad movie. He leaves the room, a look of insane arrogance on his face.

The whole class is staring at me now, everyone's worried and scared. I can see on their faces that this is the first time they've seen Leander explode like that. They were never prepared to see someone as angry, violent and arrogant as Leander just became.

Professor Sharp walks over to me and helps me out from under the table. "Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital wing? You don't look so good ..." He looks at me, worried.

I shake my head. Actually, I just want to go to my dormitory. But I'd have to go through the Gryffindor common room to do that. Where Leander could be ... I stare at Professor Sharp, realizing I'm not even safe in the Gryffindor common room anymore.

He sighs. "Don't worry. I'll walk you to your bedroom. If you really need me to, I'll even sleep outside the entrance to your bedroom so you feel safer. I don't think Leander will be that bold. But he's got a short temper ... clearly. And I'd rather take the precautions than have another incident." He looks a bit worried.

"Yes please ..." My voice sounds strange. Not at all like myself.

Professor Sharp immediately puts his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry. We're gonna get you back to your room, you'll feel better once you're back in there. And I'll make sure he does not follow you in."

He is determined to protect me. He is worried that Leander might try something else, but he wants to make sure that Leander wouldn't lay a hand on me.

On the way to the Gryffindor common room, I take a deep breath. "I actually declined to go out with him. I'm sorry. If I had known he was going crazy, I wouldn't have turned him down."

He sighs. "Trust me, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. He's the one who's gone insane. There was nothing you could've done that would've prevented him from acting like a complete moron."

"What happens to him now?" I ask carefully. Professor Sharp sighs again.

"I would normally just give him a detention. But he's crossed a line here. And you deserve protection from someone like him. He's going to have a lot of consequences for acting like that." He looks upset. "But I'm not gonna let him harass you. Remember: I don't care if I have to sleep outside your door tonight."

He had never acted quite so protective over someone before, even when he and his friends were Aurors.

I smile briefly. "Thank you."

He looks at me, his face soft and kind. He is definitely one of the nicer professors in the school, if a little rough around the edges. "Anytime. You know where to find me if you need anything." He smiles. "Now, let's get you back to your bedroom."

 When we arrive at my dorm, I sit down on my bed. I look at Professor Sharp. "Did Leander hurt you?"

Professor Sharp looks surprised by the question. "Hurt me? No. He wouldn't dare try to hurt me." He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, he didn't hurt me. He's just a little ... unhinged in the head, let's say."

He sits down next to me on my bed. "Why do you ask?" He gives me a strange look.

I explain: "You looked in the classroom like you were about to have a heart attack because you were so upset."

He laughs. "I'm just more shocked by his behaviour. I was not expecting him to act like that. He's never been quite as rude as he was, but I suppose that's his true colours showing?" He looks at me. "Did he actually do anything else to you? I'll be glad to punish him some more if he did. I hate to see a student being attacked for no reason."

"Please don't get upset again." I look at him worried.

He smiles, trying to reassure me. "Don't worry, I'm not too upset. And don't worry, I won't get physical with him or anything. I've got more tact than that." He frowned. "But I'm still gonna have a very serious talk with him after what he did today. And I want you to know that you can always come to me with any concerns. I will always back up my students."

I squeeze his hand. "Thank you."

He smiles again at me. "Anytime. Now, is there anything I can get you to make you feel better? You just had a rather traumatizing experience, so I want to make sure you're feeling alright." He looks at me. "Do you want some tea? I have some relaxing tea. Or maybe you want something else? I've got almost anything you can think of."

"Tea sounds good." I grin.

He grins back. "Sure thing. I'll get that for you. Do you have a preference of flavours? I've got black tea, green tea. I've also got chamomile and some other types." He looks at me politely, just waiting for me to decide.

After I chose green tea, Professor Sharp goes downstairs to the common room to make us some.

Then he comes back upstairs with two mugs full of warm green tea. He offers me one of the mugs. "Here we go. Freshly made." Then he sits back down on my bed and takes a sip from his mug. "So ... how are you feeling? Are you alright?"

I nod. "Better." Then I sigh. "What now? I can't stay here in the dormitory forever."

He smirks slightly. "Of course not. I won't let what he did stop you from living your life." He drinks some more of his tea. "I'm assuming you won't want to be around him at all anymore – and I can't blame you. I'll make sure that you won't have to."

He seems determined to fix this situation. "I'll have him permanent detention and suspended from school until further notice."

"We have many subjects together. After all, we are in the same year in the same house." I frown.

"That doesn't change anything. He will be suspended. You shouldn't be forced to be around him, and I will make that happen. I'll contact his family members as well, and make sure that they're aware of how he's been behaving." He shakes his head. "He's crossed a line. And I will make sure you won't ever have to worry about him again."

We sit together on my bed for a while. Then I repeat: "Thank you." And then I hug Professor Sharp.

He smiles, looking a bit surprised. He hadn't expected a hug. But it was a welcomed surprise.

"You're welcome. Don't worry. I'll take care of you. And I'll make sure he doesn't bother you."

We sit together until the evening, drink tea, talk and play chess – Professor Sharp is indeed a formidable opponent. I lose more than once.

"You're doing good. You're probably one of my tougher opponents, I have to say." Aesop chuckled, sipping his tea and smiling. "I'll admit, it does take me a lot to focus. But you do make me have to work for a victory. But you'll never defeat me." He grins.

"We will see." I grin cheekily.

Aesop chuckles. "I will win. Just you watch." He took a swig of his tea, still looking confident.

"So I take it you enjoy chess? I'm a big chess-player. In fact, back when I was a young student here, I was quite the champion." He smiles. "You know, I won the trophy for chess every year. No one could touch me."

"If this turns out like Potions, I'll be better than you in no time." I laugh.

He joins my laughter. "Not on your life. I was literally a wizard on that board, and I never lost a match." He chuckles again. "I've still got that trophy around here somewhere as well, as a reminder of my greatest victory. It's just a bit nostalgic, really, thinking back to that year." He smiles. "But, you're good for a newer player. You're not too bad. Maybe you'll be a master someday. But I will always be the chess champion."

"Only in your dreams. Someday I will defeat you." I promise him.

Aesop grins. "If that helps you sleep at night, but you're not getting anywhere near my level of chess. I'm un-de-fea-ted." He takes another sip on his tea. "I might let you win the first time, though ... I can see the ambition in your eyes. So, I'll be nice and not crush your dreams." He smiles at me. "I think you could be really good at this. I'd even train you to get to my level."

"Is it an offer?" I raise my eyebrows.

Aesop smiles. He'd actually quite like to teach me. "Of course, I always love helping students reach their potential. And you seem to have more potential than you think. So sure, I'll be willing to train you." He grins again. "But I still can't guarantee that you'll ever be at my level. But I'll at least train you until you get as good as you possibly can. If that's acceptable?"

"Deal." I hold out my hand to him.

He takes my hand and shakes it. "I look forward to teaching you. I've loved teaching this craft to my students, and you're definitely one of my more promising ones. I can't wait to see how well you end up playing."

We look at each other and grin.

"So, are you up for a few more games?" He took another sip of his tea and set the mug back down. "Or are you tired of losing? I'd completely understand." Aesop chuckles, smirking slightly as he looks at me. "You're always free to go if you've had enough. It's up to you."

"I'm ready." I set up the chess pieces. Aesop plays black, I play white.

"And ... go. Your move." My teacher looks over the board, looking for a good move. He is already thinking a few turns ahead.

We play late into the night. Of course, he wins every time. After a while I start yawning and soon fall nearly asleep leaning against the headboard of my bed.

Aesop sighs. "I think that's enough for tonight. You look like you need some sleep.

He stands up, carefully moving me into my bed. "I'll turn off the lights. And if you need anything, you can always come talk to me. Okay?" He smiles. "Goodnight."

The next morning, I wake up early. Aesop is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, reading.

He notices me waking up, and looks up. He gets up from the chair and walks over to me. "Good morning. You okay? Did you get some good rest?" He sits down on my bed.

"Yeah ..." I look around. "Did Leander show up?"

Aesop shakes his head. "He hasn't come in yet. But if he does, don't worry. I'll make sure he never bothers you or hurts you again." He looked determined now. "If Leander comes in here, it won't go well for him."

I look at him. He has deep bags under his eyes. "Did you sleep?" He sighs. "Not much."

He tries to hide his exhaustion. "I just have a lot on my mind. Don't worry about me. Let's not talk about me though. I don't want you to worry about me. I have to take care of you first. That comes first, before me."

I give him a sharp look. "You need sleep. If you really want to look after me, I'll come with you to your quarters."

Aesop looks at me. "Really? You would do that?" He seems surprised. "I don't want to be a hassle though. And I don't want you to miss your classes or anything. Are you sure you want to do that?" I can see that he feels bad that I would want to stay with him, especially with how tired and exhausted he is.

"School can wait. I'll catch up, Natty will help me." I get up. "You need sleep."

Aesop sighed. "Alright. If you really don't mind then I'll let you stay with me. You're a sweet girl." He smiles, standing up as well, and then he offers me his hand. "I really do appreciate it. Come on, let's get something to eat. I still need to eat myself."

After breakfast in the Great Hall, we walk through the hallways to his quarters. Luckily we don't meet Leander.

Aesop opens the door to his quarters, holding it open for me to enter first.

"Here we are. It's a bit of a mess in here." He apologizes, as the room is very messy and stuff laying around everywhere. "I'm not the best when it comes to cleaning, but I hope it's not too bad. Sorry about the mess."

He closes the door behind me. "You can make yourself comfortable anywhere you like, really."

I roll my eyes on him. "Go to bed now. I'm okay."

"Okay. I'll go get some sleep." He goes to his bedroom, lying down and falling asleep as soon as he hit the bed. It was a long night, and he really could use a good sleep.

I grin. Then I go to his couch and sit down. I pick up an interesting-looking book from a stack of books and start reading to pass the time.

I read for a very long time. The hours pass by. The sun sets and the room is starting to get dark.

Aesop is still asleep, breathing loudly as he sleeps.

I yawn and curl up on his sofa. Then I fall asleep too.

When I wake up in the middle of the night I'm freezing. Half asleep I crawl into Aesop's bed. He sleepily wraps his arm around me, his face twisting into a soft smile. His sleep is quite deep, and he hadn't even noticed that I got into bed with him.

Aesop pulls me close into his arms. It was obvious from his sleep that his arm wanted to be wrapped around me. We lie snuggled together in bed and sleep.

Aesop's breathing is soft and steady. For the first time in a long time, he has no nightmares.

His breathing was soft and gentle, and he started subconsciously to pull me closer. I can even hear him mumble "I'll keep you safe" in his sleep – a peaceful and peaceful and quiet sleep. One that he hasn't had in a long time.

By the time Aesop wakes up, it was already a sunny day. The birds were chirping, the trees were blowing in the wind, and the sky was a bright blue. He stays still, feels my body next to him and feels his hand on my skin.

Then he looks at me. He smiles and put his hand on me gently. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

I mumble something in my sleep, open my eyes and stretch. I slept better than I have in a long time.

Aesop laughs. "That's good. Please let me know if I can do anything to help... I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable here. Do you want anything for breakfast? Are you hungry?"

On the way to the Great Hall, we bump into the person I least wanted to see.

Aesop's face changes to one of worry and concern.

"Leander. What do you want." Aesop is quite serious, and he isn't in a very good mood. He was hungry and just wants to get breakfast, but now this.

Leander approaches us. He stops a few meters in front of us. His eyes are on me.

Aesop is annoyed. "What do you want. I don't want to deal with you and your games right now. So just spit it out and leave her alone. And you better leave her alone." Even though he doesn't want to fight, it is clearly on his mind now.

He takes a step towards Leander, his eyes widening slightly. "Or else there will be consequences."

Leander grins provocatively at him. "You know I won't get in trouble ... Sir."

Aesop is obviously beyond annoyed at this point. He moves forward again. "Leave. Now." His tone is cold. He tries his hardest to not lash out. "Don't you dare try to talk to her again, or I will make sure you get punished."

Leander calmly replies: "You won't do anything. The last time it didn't work either."

He just watches him, Aesop's lip curling with anger. He clenches his fists at his side, taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

"Leander. Leave. Now." He is trying not to say something he'd regret. But he is angry, and it was visible.

Leander raises his hand. It looks like he's about to hit Aesop.

I rush between them, trying to stop them before it gets physical. "No, Leander-" Then his punch hits me right in the face. Everything goes black and I faint.

Aesop catches me before I hit the ground. "What the hell!" He yelled, his voice angry. He looks at Leander, a look of fury on his face. "You ... do this again. I swear, Leander. You're not going to like it."

Aesop immediately picks me up, holding me closely while he begins to walk to the infirmary as fast as he could. He would get me there, and he'd get me healed up. But then he is going to deal with Leander. He had gone too far now, and it was time for Aesop to stop him.

When I wake up, I'm lying in a bed. I look around and recognize the infirmary. Nurse Blainey is busy moving from bed to bed.

Aesop sits beside me, his hand on mine gently. He stayed up all night with me, and he looks tired, but he stayed to make sure I would be okay.

"Are you feeling better? Did they give you pain meds?" He looks worried and not being able to sleep all night, staying up with me instead. "How are you feeling? Is anything still hurting?"

I feel like I've been hit by a carriage. "What happened?"

"Leander happened." Aesop's tone is cold, and it is filled with anger in every word. "He hit you. I'm not going to let him hurt you like that ever again. No one should be getting hurt in this school, ever."

He squeezes my hand. "I have already reported to Headmaster Black. Leander is already expelled from school." He sighs. "Finally. I don't have to worry about him hurting anyone else anymore. I'm glad they did something."

He took a breath, and his face relaxed. "Do you want anything? Anything to eat or anything like that?"

I grin. "Fancy a game of chess?" Aesop nods, a smile on his face. "Sure, I could go for some chess I suppose."

He gets up to get the board, and then he set it down in front of me. "How about I give you three extra pawns? Aesop chuckles, and he leaned up against the bed. "How's that sound?"

I shake my head. "I want to win fair."

"Then, no extra pieces." He chuckles again, and then he set up the board. "Alright then, you go first." He waits for my first move.

We play for hours. Time flies by. Eventually, the sun sets behind the mountains around Hogwarts and it becomes dark. Only the moon hangs in the sky.

We move through the game, each of us making our moves, and each trying to outwit and outthink the other.

And then I make my last move. "Checkmate!!!" I grin at Aesop. He stares at me in disbelief. He is shocked, almost looking speechless. His mind is blown. I actually beat him, the great chess champion himself.

"You really did it ... I can't believe it." He shakes his head, shocked. "Well played. You beat me fair and square." He claps his hands together in applause. "I think you deserve something for that."

"How about a kiss?" I grin.

He thinks about it for a second, and then he chuckles. "Alright. But only because you won."

He leans in to me and gently kisses me on the lips. It was a warm kiss, and his eyes were smiling as he did so. "You have me all figured out."

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Percy: Merlin, if only someone loved me… Marcus: *standing behind them with roses* Oliver: *holding box of chocolates* Cedric: *has balloons and a card* Penny: *facepalms* so oblivious..

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Thank you @squintclover for the tag <3 End of the next chapter of 'Line is Drawn'. *facepalms* all around.

When he walked into the Room of Requirement, he gasped and stared in open amazement. It was as if they’d stepped into a large cathedral, with high, vaulted windows allowing light to stream in and illuminate towering walls of objects that had presumably been owned by generations of Hogwarts inhabitants. Towering piles of desks and chairs and broomsticks and books everything imaginable. It was dizzying.  He could understand why Luna believed this was different to the typical use of the Room of Requirement.  “Merlin…” Neville breathed, looking around with an expression of awe that matched the way Harry felt. Luna was preening, looking quite pleased with herself. They wandered the aisles, taking it all in, remarking on anything they found noteworthy. “That’s an interesting tiara,” Neville said, pointing to a table that had a few pieces of old jewelry on it. “It looks like it’s seen better days, though.” “Actually,” Luna said lightly, “I think it’s a diadem.” It looked like a tiara to Harry, but he didn’t think it was worth saying that. Neville and Luna had been drifting closer together, somehow, and Harry was once again getting the feeling of being a third wheel. It was becoming painfully familiar, even though it hadn’t been long since Ron and Hermione had gotten together. Harry came up with another excuse to leave, and glumly made his way back to Gryffindor tower.

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“Love is in the air!” a man hooted, waving a brochure for a newly released rom-com. “C’mon, ladies, get your tickets!”

Rita felt Bellatrix tighten her hold on her arm, bouncing slightly on her toes. “Can we, please?” she pulled her lips into a pout. “Please?”

“If it’s another sappy summer fling, Bella, I swear to Merlin—” 

“Nope!” Bellatrix said with a drunken grin. “Cissy told me it’s apparently a cinematic masterpiece!”

Rita rolled her eyes. “You and your Cissy,” she muttered, suppressing a smile. Who could have known that Bellatrix Black—the terror of Hogwarts—was hanging onto a lowly journalist’s arm, hanging onto her every word?

Bellatrix tried to frown. It ended up as a pout instead as Rita found herself walking towards the man with the brochures. “Tickets for two, please,” she said.

Turning back to Bellatrix, she raised an eyebrow. “Provided you don’t cause any more mayhem for poor Minerva, I’ll make it three. You can bring Narcissa along.”

Bellatrix smirked. “Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t love a movie date with just the two of us, love,” she said as Rita led her away from the ticket counter. “Besides, those—what do they call themselves? The Marauders, yes—they’re the reason Peeves is stepping up his game nowadays, not me.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, moonshine,” Rita laughed. 

Bellatrix frowned at this. “I don’t get it,” she said simply.

Rita almost facepalmed. “Bells, it’s a—oh Merlin, you’re completely, utterly, absolutely wasted.”

“What does me being wasted have to do with you helping me sleep at night?”

Rita fought the urge to kiss Bellatrix right then and there. Instead, she cleared her throat. “That’s not what I m—forget it. And we’re outside. I don’t think we should go around saying—”

Bellatrix’s pout deepened as she swayed lightly, her hand still wrapped around Rita’s arm. “I don’t get that either,” she slurred. “I don’t get why I can’t tell everyone I love you, wherever we are.”

Rita’s smile softened. She pulled Bellatrix closer by her waist. “We will, moonshine,” she said, her eyes running over every inch of her love’s face, memorising every scar, every inch of skin she could see, everything that made her Bella. 

“Promise?” Bellatrix’s voice was suddenly soft, quiet, barely heard even in the silence of the night. Rita could smell the butterbeer still on her lips.

“Like the lovers of that film we’ll see tomorrow, yes,” she heard herself say. “I promise.” 

Bellatrix hummed with a content smile, sidling closer to Rita for support. They had crossed the Hogsmeade station and were near the Great Lake, Hogwarts looming over their shadows.

Bellatrix would never admit it, but Rita knew she loved this place by the Great Lake. Wild, unknown flowers encircled its boundary, nodding gently in the light breeze. 

“Did you know, Bella,” Rita murmured lowly, letting the wind carry her voice to Bellatrix, “a bloke called William Blake wrote a poem about these wildflowers?”

Bellatrix grinned. “A bloke called Blake,” she slurred.

Rita rolled her eyes. “Yes, a bloke called Blake. Isn’t it amusing though, that someone saw these little things swaying in the wind and went: oh, let’s write a poem about this! And then we have these glorious, even terrible things happening in the world but all we really care about at the end of the day is butterbeer and poems about wildflowers.”

She breathed in the smell of petrichor, and a bit of Bellatrix’s cologne. “Isn’t that something?”

Something slipped behind her ear, crackling as it got tangled in a lock of Rita’s hair. She turned to see Bellatrix beaming at her, her already pink cheeks reddening further.

“This is something, too,” she grinned.

Rita felt something soft nudging her earlobe. Bellatrix’s eyes flicked back and forth between Rita’s. “It’s called something like, uh, Diana—Diana gracias—gra—”

“Dianthus gratianopolitanus,” Rita smiled.

“Ah, right, whatever you said,” Bellatrix said, swaying as she stood on her tiptoes and patted the flower into place behind Rita’s ear. “I had to look up the dictionary for that one.”

“I think I remember someone who said she hated flowers,” Rita said. Bellatrix crinkled her nose and it was all she could do to not lean over and kiss it.

“Well, I do love flowers,” Bellatrix said. “I don’t love a lot of things but I do love flowers. And sappy summer flings. And butterbeer. And you.”

Rita laughed as the cheesiest line she’d ever heard was cut off by a yawn. “Let’s just hope you don’t get a hangover tomorrow,” she said, slipping her arm around her waist. “C’mon, back to the dorm.”

Bellatrix pouted. “Can’t we stay outside for a little while?”

Rita sighed, looking back at Bellatrix. “Alright,” she huffed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Bellatrix grinned. “You’re the best!”

“The flower behind my ear suggests otherwise.”

Bella staggered a little, intertwining her hand with Rita’s. “You’re such a flirt, Rita.”

Rita barely suppressed a smile, her hand instinctively reaching up to feel the petals of the flower. It was soft, softer than Rita had thought Bellatrix to be. In this wild moment, with Bellatrix staring up at her with glazed eyes brimming with adoration she thought herself incapable of, Rita couldn’t believe herself. Everything that was hers had been stolen away by cruel fate, moulded by her own bloodstained hands. And then there was her, Bellatrix, who was still hers. Rita could barely feel the shadow of a doubt creeping up on her, and even if she did, she chose to ignore it. She could see it in Bella’s eyes: even if this love destroyed her, it would be a beautiful destruction. 

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Bellatrix’s voice snapped her out of her reverie. 

Rita smiled. “It really is.”

“So is that Diana Gracias.”

“Dianthus gratianopolitanus,” Rita offered. 

Bellatrix smiled proudly at the flower behind her ear. “I used to do this to my mother. I don’t think she liked it very much.”

“Well, I love it,” Rita said. “It’s a mystery why she wouldn’t.”

Bellatrix hummed. “There really are a lot of mysteries—secrets of the universe, huh, love?”

“There are. But we do know a few things,” Rita said.

“Like what?”

“The moon is beautiful, for starters,” Rita supplied. “And you love flowers.”

Bellatrix sighed, letting her head roll back against Rita’s neck. She gazed up at the wildflower and hummed a song she’d heard Regulus sing. “Lots of mysteries,” she murmured vaguely.

Lots of mysteries, truly. Rita smiled. And all of them folded carefully in the petals of a single wildflower, tucked behind her ear.

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