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made-by-moon · 6 months
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Who the FUCK choose James Potter to be the mother of the group?! Have you seen the man?!?!? He has an attention spam of a five year old and caught angsty fever from Sirius. He has creepers and jitters from ADHD. As a representative of this group, I am here to announce that we lack basic survival skills. HE would be the friend that jumps from the window and your mother questions you if you'd do the same. Plus he actively ignores his bisexual nature. HE IS NOT READY TO TAKE CARE OF OTHER MENTALLY UNSTABLE QUEER TEENAGERS. While we are at it, none of them are. Lily and Minnie are the ones who keep them alive. And it's still a miracle they all died after 20.
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apparently its not common knowledge that Walburga Black and Tom Riddle are the same age?
well let me blow your mind even more: Walburga Black is 10 years older than Minevra McGonagall.
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Names and the living
Request: Yes/No
Warnings: mention of afterlife/ taking place in the afterlife, mentions of old bullying, Sirius being the usual hothead, our favourite Gryffindor head of house dead.
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Authors Note:
A special one for @lovenonymously I saw your reblog and the tags. I hope you like it!
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"Minnie! I'm so glad you could make it." Sirius Black grinned, with a teacup in hand. His long fingers and large palm made the little porcelain cup look petite. It was eggwhite, rose pink flowers scattered across as a motive.
"Dear Merlin. I'm with you in life and now I'm stuck with you after it." She groaned half heartedly.
"What's the latest news? It's kinda hard to keep up." James Potter smirked, handing his old teacher a cup, steam rolling out of it.
"How's Harry?" Lilly Potter smiled at the lone thought of her boy.
"Yeah, how's Potter?" Fred smiled at his old head of house.
"He's got three children you know?" Minevra let the warm water to her lips.
"Three?? That boy's producing more than he can handle then!" Sirius blurted out.
"There, there Padfoot. Show the man some respect." Remus Lupin calmed, the messy brown locks sprawled over the much taller man's shoulder, head resting on his chest.
"What's their names?" Albus Dumbledore couldn't help but show his curiousness as always.
"The eldest boy, is named James Sirius Potter." Minevra said in her usual tone.
"Awesome!" James exclaimed, proudly looking over at his wife.
"Hear that Moony? Sirius! He remembers!" He grinned happily.
"Albus Severus Potter."
"Hear that Severus? You've got a precessor." Dumbledore hummed, secretly pleased.
"Why was I grouped with you?" Severus sneered slightly. "Who even names their child 'Albus'?" He muttered ever so slightly.
"And Lily Luna Potter." McGonagall ended.
"Wow, poor Ginny. She really didn't get much to say, did she?" Lilly said, a light tiny of pink on her face. Her son, her boy, her Harry had named her grandchild after her. She almost squeeled out in joy.
"Why'd he put down silver beard's name and snivelling snivellus name but not my Remy??" Sirius burst out.
"Sirius, we promised everyone and eachother not to use those names. We're adults." Remus scolded, pulling the seething Sirius back down into the armchair. The small fire place emitted a cozy light. The atmosphere was light and the evening continued with more updates of the living world.
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nosonofcrouch · 11 months
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So... the plan hadn't gone the way he'd planned or thought it would. No matter. The most important thing was done and what happened to him was nothing but another great favour, no; service, to The Dark Lord. Barty had felt the Verita Serum flow in his veins for some time, making him lightly woozy. He'd spilled everything he'd done to Dumbledore before the old man had gone with the Potter boy. Seated in Mad-Eye's chair, with his old professor Minevra McGonagall pointing her wand at him, he kept fighting the serum to regain his mind enough. The tip of Snape's wand was also pointed straight at him. Severus Snape... a fellow Slytherin, an old 'friend' and another scum and disgrace of a Death Eater to leave his Lord.
Eventually... Barty smirked towards the potions master, and parted his lips to spit out insults when the air became cold and filled with terror. He heard Fudge, and knew who accompanied him. Dementors. It all happened fast. Fudge stormed in, pale and sweaty of fear at seeing the young Crouch. McGonagall and Severus was for a moment unfocused on him while looking to Cornelius and the dementors, which was when he saw his chance. His only chance. Breaking free, snatching a spare wand he'd stored in the office, then called out;
"Expecto patronum!" A large, bright raven emerged and while the Dementors fled from the patronus, Severus, Fudge and Minevra blinded, Barty had thrown himself out through the window.
First, he went to the graveyard. But of course none of them was lingering behind. Then he apparated, and NOW, the man all had believed to be dead, grinned mischievously at the blonde, silky hair that walked up the Malfoy manor's steps to their doors.
"Lucius, ...been a while."
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Bohemian Rhapsody, A Maruaders Prank
Minervra Mcgonagall was sat in her warm office one Saturday afternoon, grading papers and catching up on work since the previous week, the first week of april, she had spent chasing around her four Gryffindor boys, trying to stop their April fools pranks.
Mid afternoon, during the time all the students would be in the Great Hall for lunch, an owl swooped in through the open window and dropped a letter, before flying out again. Minevra picked up the letter and saw her name in a neat but unfamiliar. She flipped the envelope over in her hand, there was no seal. Minevra slipped the letter out and unfolded the single piece of parchment. Written in a different writing from what was on the envelope was five, unusual words;
Mumma, just killed a man
Minevra froze for a moment. Deciding it was probably just a prank or a mistake, she sat the letter to the side and continued on either her work.
A few minutes later, in swooped another owl. The writting on the envelope wasn't the same as the one before or the one in the writting, so she assumed it wasn't the same people. The letter wasn't sealed so she slipped the parchment out and unfolded it.
Put a gun against his head
This time, fear coursed through her. A gun? Surely not. She wasn't an auror or muggle police, this wasn't her job. So, she sat the letter aside and continued with her work.
An hour went on with no letters. Minevra sat in her office, listening to the fire while trying to work but her mind kept returning to the two pieces of parchment on her left.
Suddenly, another owl swooped in, dropped a letter and flew off. The name on the letter, her name, was written by the same person as who wrote the last letter. Still no seal. Minevra took a breath and slipped out the letter.
Pulled my trigger now he's dead
Before she could react, two more owls swooped in an dropped two more letters.
The first of the two said
Mumma
And the other
Life had just begun
Minevra played the words over and over in her head. They seemed familiar. But where from?
As she thought about it, in flew another owl. The letter in this, the same as the last few, said
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
That's it! The professor jumped from her chair, knocking it to the ground. She transformed into the tabby cat and made her way to the owlry.
As she climbed the stairs she heard a bark of laughter and knew she was in the right place. There, sat in the owlry, amongst pieces of parchment and envelopes, sat the four Gryffindor boys she'd adopted, unofficially, as her sons, laughing and giggling as James Potter scribbled down the words Remus Lupin was telling him too.
"Minnie's going to be so mad!" Peter grinned.
"Nah, I think she'd like to be delivered the lyrics of bohemian rhapsody, line by line." Sirius said sarcastically.
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the-second-tonks · 2 years
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Congrats again. Your celebrations are the BEST!
🧟
Haunted school (use what you know about me)
I am your evil twin
Say cheese and die
the curse of the mummy tomb
be careful what you wish for (romance and thriller are the only two genres, anything else is also fine, just your fav book)
the scarecrow walks at midnight.
That's a lot, i am so sorry! I couldn't help myself. Congrats again dude! You deserve this so much. Sending so much love and support!
Hello!! Thankyou!!
Haunted school — I think you best fit into Harry Potter tbh..it's just that yeah .. you really fit into that thing . I feel like you'd ace over there and probably get sorted into ravenclaw or something lol .
Your twins —
Minevra Mcgonagall from Harry Potter
Eva Paige from The Scorch Trials (maze runner series)
Susan Pevensie from Narnia
The goosebumps villian you could be is Iris from Revenge R Us or phantom from the phantom of the auditorium. They're super smart and sneaky .. and a bit mysterious.
The goosebumps horror you could live through is ‘the headless ghost’ book . There's these two kids who swear they saw a real ghost..but turns out the person who wasn't believing them had a mysterious secret to him lol . I think you'd fit right away
Thriller could be The Maze Runner books trust me they are pretty different from the movies and the Kane Chronicles is a bit thriller but i don't read romance so I'll just recommend the classics 😭
most randomly i associate you with a pencil because i always use a pencil despite having pens because it's easy to sharpen and reuse it whereas.if the ink of the pen gets over you can never use.it again . I think if pen and pencil were humans .. pencil would be kind , strict and smart meanwhile pen would be perfectionist , cunning and ambitious.. so i associate you with pencils
Join my celebration!
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"Ok, but I'm just saying. Pop music is so much better."
"Pop music might be good, but depressing songs are fire."
"No, love songs are the best."
"Definitely, pop."
Marlene nods. "Yeah, pop."
"Marls, it's definitely upbeat songs that are better."
"Upbeat and pop are the same thing."
"No, they're not."
"Yes, they are."
"Emotional songs are better."
"Emotional songs are like every single song ever created."
"No."
"Ok, but what about rap? Rap is so good."
"No, alternative pop."
Barty rolls his eyes. "No, definitely the angry ones."
"Definitely angst."
"Angry and angst are the same thing."
"No, they're not."
"Happy songs are the best."
"Happy and pop are the same thing, too."
"I don't like pop, but I like happy."
"It's definitely country."
"Musical."
"Musical is its own category?"
"Yeah. Because they're the best."
Lily walks in. "What are you all fighting about?"
"What the best song category is."
Lily sighs. "Why this?"
"I don't know. It just..... happened."
"Well, the best category is motivational."
Everyone gasps. "Lily Evans wants in on the fight?"
"I don't want in. I want to stop this."
"Minnie would agree with me."
"Minnie, would what?" Minevra walks in the Gryffindor common room.
The Slytherins aren't allowed in the Gryffindor common room. Minnie forbid it with how much chaos ensues when the whole group is there. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are allowed, just not Slytherins.
"Hey, McGonagall."
"Macdonald is a suck up!"
"Mr. Potter, I told you the Slytherins aren't allowed in here."
"I - um."
Minevra holds up her hand. "No, don't. You're going to say something stupid. Just don't." She sighs. "Don't ask me how I knew they were in here, but Slughorn is looking for you. House meeting."
"But we haven't settled our debate."
"What is this 'debate'?"
"What the best song category is."
"What are your options?"
James smiles. "Pop, depressing, upbeat, musical, love, funny, country, angst, angry, emotional, rap, alternative pop, and motivational."
"Motivational."
James gasps. "Minnie!"
"Now, go." The Slytherins sigh and stand up. "Miss Evans, the Slytherins aren't allowed in here." Lily nods at McGonagall before she leaves.
"I can't believe Minnie betrayed me."
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daddiesdrarryy · 2 years
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Hermione: Look, I got another O on the test!
Pansy: Why do you have to be on top of the class when you can be on top of me?
McGonagall: Miss Parkinson, we’re still in class
Pansy: ...right, sorry Professor
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lily evans wore a name badge for her first week of hogwarts and tried to make everyone else wear one
james immediately wore one to impress her and coaxed sirius, remus and peter to aswell
she tried to get severus wear his, but whenever he did it mysteriously got hexxed to read "smelliest snape" (before the ingenuious "snivellus" was thought into existence)
marlene and mary would doodle hearts and flowers onto theirs, and gave lily a little lily flower in the corner of hers. eventually they convinced sirius to draw his constellation on his
and soon the name badges became a competition for who can get the most flamboyant, most decorated badge
it definitely made it easier for mcgonagall to give out detentions to James F Potter for his badge that exploded with fireworks anytime anyone read it, and Lily J Potter, who's badge grew actual lilies when you said her name
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mrssnivellussnape · 3 years
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Drunken Bliss
Requested my fav friend who still sent in an anonymous request 😂😂: ‘Hey girlie !!! I love your writing !! Can you please write something where the reader is really REALLY drunk and Severus has to take care of her and she acts really goofy. Thanks !! 🥰’
An: Idk how to feel about this one tbh. Writing a drunk reader is sooooo hard omg!! And this also became wayyyyy longer than my usual hcs… so yea 😃. But tell me how you feel about it and if you enjoyed it 🤷🏽‍♀️!! ❤️
Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader
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- Severus Snape prided himself on many things
- He was one of the best potioneers the wizarding world had ever seen
- His ability to act as a double agent and deceive the Dark Lord well enough to be in the highest ranks
- Of course, one couldn’t forget how calm and collected he could appear to be even in the face of danger
- Yes, Severus was good in many things that required him to keep his composure
- Except, you being absolutely hammered
- It was a Saturday night - more specifically the night after the famous Gryffindor vs Slytherin quidditch match
- Gryffindor had won and, Dumbledore being his usual self, had decided to throw a staff party in celebration. Hagrid had openly shown his excitement for the triumph, and Minerva overtly boasted to Severus and bragged quite proudly
- The night had started at a fast pace, everyone was ready for an enjoyable weekend. Some people were conversing, others were enjoying the snacks, but you - along with three others - had started a friendly competition
- You should’ve stopped at the 3rd shot, or the 5th, or definitely the 17th; but now you were 23 shots in. Your head was swimming and you felt like you could walk on water at the moment
- You’d promised this was going to be your last round but you were losing and already dreading the bitter taste of Firewhisky. Minerva had an all too cocky smirk on her face and you mentally cursed the witch. The urge to openly hex her became stronger when she placed down a 10-J-Q-K-A…
- Royal Flush
- “Fucking hell.” You groaned
- “Read them and weep.” She’d simpered. “I must say, Y/n, your persistence impresses me.”
- You mumbled something inaudible and she asked you to speak again, “Y-you’re just lucky I wasn’t trying to p-play to win.”
- “So wha’ were ye’ playin’ fer?” Hagrid asked
- You tried to think of something but you were dizzy and the answers weren’t coming out of your mouth.
- Without missing a beat, Severus spoke for you, “If you could refrain from asking Y/n questions right now, that would be appreciated.” The drawl of his voice made you feel warm. “I’m going to get your cloak.”
- You nodded and let your head loudly fall on the table
- You didn’t know how long it would be before he came back, but you were certain that you had enough time to take a small nap. Cuddling closer to the table and hugging yourself felt so good as you felt the comforting embrace of sleep creep upon you. You felt yourself smile as you dozed off
- “Y/n.” Severus shook you. “Y/n, wake up.” He repeated. Seeing as that wasn’t working, Severus shook your shoulder rather harshly, emitting a groan and fluttering eyes from you
- You squinted at the bright lights, “What day is it?” You dumbly questioned
- “November 12th,” he scoffed. “The same day as it was before I walked off. Come on.”
- You nodded and abruptly stood up. You instantly regretted it when the heavy sensation of spinning rushed through you. Your balance was off and you were having trouble standing still. You tried taking a brave step forward and would have immediately toppled over if Severus hadn’t quickly grabbed your arm.
- “Be careful.” He warned you. “The last thing we need is you falling and injuring yourself.”
- “‘M not a child, S-Severus. I know how to walk-k.” You shook him off of you, feeling confident in your ability to walk. Again, reality had checked you when you felt yourself lean dangerously to the side. This in turn made Severus roll his eyes and help you as you two left.
- You were in a buzzed state of feeling. You were well past tipsy and now there was almost a faint tingling feeling in your core body. Sounds were currently a bit blurred together through no fault of your own, and you heard everyone speaking louder. It made sense because surely everyone was having a hard time hearing over the steadily rising music.
- Your inhibitions were reduced at this point, you felt your body moving to the beat and pulled away from whatever had a hold on you. You danced to the dance of sound that was lowly playing in your head and knew in your heart that you looked amazing while doing so. You were unaware of everyone hiding their snickers at your lopsided dancing and offbeat sways.
- You opened your eyes as you spun around, seeing your colleagues staring amusingly at you, and smiled in return. You slowed down and started a rhythmic rock in time with the music and noticed Dumbledore’s mouth moving while he looked at you. You nodded slowly and happily, agreeing with whatever he was saying.
- “Albus,” you heard a muffled version of Severus voice. “I would prefer it you not speak to my girlfriend while she’s intoxicated.”
- “Oh, Severus, he’s merely having fun,” Minerva interjected. “Leave him be.”
- “Of course you’d say that, you’re the reason she’s like this.” He argued.
- “Minerva?” Dumbledore laughed incredulously.
- Severus, nor the other two, had been paying attention when you walked off closer to another Professor. It wasn’t until Hagrid had interrupted their conversation, telling them that you’d gone and gotten relatively comfortable with Professor Quirrel.
- They all watched - Severus indulging for just a bit - as you danced around Quirrel, nudging him closer to you and pushing into him. You gave him a goofy grin while wrapping your arm around his torso and twirling the both of you to the beat. The poor man looked nervous and you looked unsteady when you stopped spinning.
- Due to your equilibrium being off balance, you tried to steady yourself. That’d failed as soon as you grabbed onto Quirrel and used him to catch your wobbly form. You pulled onto the front of his robes, and because he hadn’t caught you in time, you fell forward, knocking him into someone else and making those two fall instead of yourself.
- “S-sorry,” you slurred. “I didn’t see y-you there.” You drunkenly giggled, finding the ordeal amusing. You covered your mouth at the angry faces from the fallen victims.
- You looked over and up when you felt your upper arm being pulled, “Let’s go.” Severus ordered.
- You shook your head in return, “I don’ want.”
- He raised an eyebrow at your seemingly finished sentence, “We’re leaving, Y/n.” He firmly stated. You’d started pulling his hand as he dragged you along and childishly tried shaking it off of you, “Stop it, Y/n.”
- “No, l-let me goooo.” You whined.
- He felt you trying to weigh yourself down and grabbed your waist. “You’re acting like a child, Y/n. Quit it.”
- Something in you made you drop to the floor in encouragement at his words. Your sudden movement made Severus jump in surprise and he let go of your waist in order not to fall with you.
- “Get up.” He told you, voice leaving no room for argument.
- You humphed in defiance, sitting on the floor with your arms crossed, “I d-don’t want toooo! The fa-loor is my f-friend…”
- Pinching the bridge of his nose, Severus bent down to your level, “Y/n, get off of the floor and up here before I do it myself.” He warned. He watched as you ignored him and made a move to get up and run. You weren’t going to let him stop you from having fun.
- He sighed and, ignoring the entertained crowd, picked you up and over his shoulder. He overlooked your whines and pleas to let you down, as well as the feeling of your fists lightly hitting his shoulder in demand to let go of you. They weren’t hurting him and you weren’t that hard to carry, despite your body being slightly heavier due to your drunken state.
- He’d ignored Albus and Minerva’s gleaming eyes and barely suppressed snickers as he quickly strolled past them, he didn’t have time to acknowledge them with how much you were squirming to get down.
- When he’d reached the large oak doors of the staff room, Severus stopped just outside of them while they closed. “If you stop hitting me, I will let you down.” He offered. He felt you nod and shook off what he thought was a little sniffle.
- Though, when he’d put you down, he couldn’t deny that it looked like you’d been crying. He set you over to the side and cradled your face, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
- “I- I wanted to stayyyyy.” You sobbed. “You s-said that I had to get up and t-that we were leavingggg.” You continued on, “IjustwantedtostaySev. Why couldn’t we s-stay!”
- Still reeling from the fact that you were actually crying, he tried answering your hysterical questions, “You’re drunk, Y/n. Surely you aren’t upset about not staying?”
- “Of c-course I am!” You stomped. You swayed a little at your own sudden movement and stopped his hand from helping you, “You’re the reason ’m sad!”
- He sighed. “How about I get you back to your chambers, help you get dressed for bed, and we sleep the sadness off?”
- “Am I ugly?” You suddenly asked.
- Severus was surprised at the question, “What? No! Why would you ask something like that?”
- You shrugged sadly, “You n-never say no to me, a-and now you did. It’s j-just… you think I’m u-ugly…” You broke out into another wailing fit, startling Severus completely.
- “Y/n, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He assured you.
“So you do think I’m ugly!” You cried.
- “I didn’t say that!” He exasperated. He let out a tired breath, “I think you’re the most bewitching woman I’ve ever known.” He promised you, sealing the swear with a kiss on each cheek.
- You smiled shyly (something Severus found endearing) but it quickly vanished when you remembered you set your wand down. “My wand! ’s on… table.”
- “Why would you forget your wand?”
- A hiccup escaped you, “I was playing a game, you… d-dunderhead.”
- Severus rubbed his face in frustration at your actions. He wasn’t upset, but he was becoming annoyed. “I’ll be right back. Stay… right… here.” You we’re about to protest, “I mean it, Y/n… do not move.” He commanded.
- “I get it, f-father.” You sarcastically replied. Seeing that you were going to listen, he stood up and left you there.
- You were quiet for a minute before deciding that you weren’t done speaking to him. You got up on shaky knees and looked for him. You were moving too fast for your inebriated mind and your vision swam while trying to focus. Your eyes spotted a figure and you squinted to make out Severus’ form. You thought he’d gone back into the staff room, but apparently he hadn’t. It almost confused you how he was near the other side of the wall.
- “You k-know what, Sev?” 
- No response
- “I’m a grown… w-woman, if I want to drink, then that is myyyy prerogative. Who are you to tell me otherwise…” you swayed side to side
- No response.
“Oh, loosen up, S-Sev. You’re such an uptight ass… you don’t get laid enough. M-maybe I should re… medy t-that.” You smirked - or at least tried to - and waited for his witty response.
- Yet nothing came
- He continued to stand there and look at you as if you were one of his students. You hated that look. It was one of the blandest yet fiercest looks he could give someone and it infuriated you.
- “Would you stop staring at me like a damn sta… tue!” You shrieked.
- “I would if that was me.” Severus’ voice came from behind you… right where the doors to the room were. “I see you’re making friends, darling.”
- You squinted at the real Severus then back to what you thought had been him. The figure was actually a tall knight statue, one that was holding a sword and shield.
- “When you said I was your white knight, I hadn’t thought you meant so… literally.”
- He’d walked over to you, going to hand you your wand but deciding against it with your current state. He was forced to hold you at an arms length when you’d started to try and excessively hug him, proclaiming how much you loved him because of it
- Severus had thought that getting you to stop crying was tiring, but it compared nothing to trying to get you back to your chambers
- Safely
- The constant winding and moving of the stairs had knocked your balance off even more
- Severus had to catch you several times
- The last time, he made sure to keep an arm securely around your waist. You giggled the entire way there and he was trying not to find amusement at your stumbling about
- It appeared that he was going to get you back to your chambers far later than he liked. And when you’d reached the hall, you’d gotten the sudden urge to be rather loud. The alcohol that had just been festering was now hitting you full force
- “S-Sev, dance with me.” You stammered
- “No.” came his clipped reply
- “Pleaseeee.” You pleaded. Not even a man like himself could deny that look
- Severus sighed and rolled his eyes, “One dance.” He said.
- The ‘dance’ was horrible. You stumbled over your own feet and stepped on his at the same time, you pulled on his robes to steady yourself, and at the end, you’d ended up falling and bringing him with you
- “Dammit, Y/n, get up!” Severus’ patience had left by now
- “No, thank-k you. Me and fa-loor… fr-fiends…” you felt yourself getting sleepy and wanted nothing more than to stay there, “Right, fa-loor…?”
- “Blasted woman.” Severus had half a mind to drag you to your room and with the way you were behaving, the idea sounded better than anything
- “BlAsTeD wOmAn…” you mocked him, giggling to yourself
- “Stop it” he told you
- “StOp It…”
- “Y/n!”
- “y/N!”
- Having had enough, Severus conjured a silencing charm on your mouth. He shook his head when he saw you moving your mouth.
- You didn’t like not being able to hear yourself and soon Severus noticed that it looked like you were screaming
- “Stop it and I’ll end the spell.” He bargained, taking the spell off when you nodded slowly
- As soon as the spell ended, you screamed bloody murder
- “Ahhhhhhh!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, “SOMEBODY H-HELP MeEeEeEeee!”
- Severus quickly put his hands over your mouth but it did nothing to muffle your shouting and he was worried that you’d wake up everyone at Hogwarts in a matter of seconds
- You writhed wildly beneath his hand but he still held onto your mouth. The next thing you did, was lick his palm with a big amount of saliva
- It’d given you the reaction you’d wanted and he quickly retracted his hand from your mouth, wiping his hand with the nastiest scowl he’d ever given you
- He stalked closer towards you and you squeaked out a noise of surprise. You quickly stumbled to your feet, getting up, and running off
- Running while intoxicated felt so good to you. It was harder and your breathing felt heavier, but the pain felt good in an odd sort of way and you wanted to feel more of it
- So you picked up your speed
- Severus knew that alcohol dehydrated you and also running while dehydrated was not exactly good for your body, so he moved in quick strides to catch up with you
- Why you were running as fast as you were, he didn’t know; and your rapidly increasing speed was worrying him. So much so, that he too was now fully running just to catch up with you
- You hadn’t been paying attention - how could you? The part you were advancing on had an imbalanced portion on the stone floor and it had been too late
- Your foot skidded across the hump and you flew frighteningly high into the air and back down
- Severus released an audible sigh and a layer of worry marred his face
- “Y/n… Y/n?” He approached you, voice gentle as he spoke. “Merlin, Y/n, say something!”
- He resisted the tempting urge to snidely ask you if the fa-loor was still your friend but refrained from doing so
- You rolled over onto your back with a wide smile and looked up at your boyfriend’s angry expression
- This time, he didn’t say anything. He grabbed your hand, making sure you had a firm grip on him, before he pulled you up and ushered you to your room. He didn’t give you time to argue or say no
- Finally reaching your chambers, he let go of you and watched you wobble in
- “Go sit on the sofa while I find your sleepwear.”
- “M’not tir-red…” you stepped away from him
- You didn’t feel like walking anymore, so you dropped to your knees and started crawling. You’d just made it to your room before you collapsed and fell onto your stomach with a hard ‘humph’
- “I would prefer you’d lie in your bed, but that works too…” Severus remarked
- Your lips mumbled a response into the ground, “Sleep-py…”
- “I know, darling,” he replied. “All I ask is for one moment.”
- Severus was quick to get your clothes so that you could properly rest, but when he came back into the room, you weren’t there
- He was getting ready to search when he heard your piercing scream reverberate through the walls, “S-SEVERUSSSS!” Running swiftly on his two feet, he rushed to find you
- What he’d seen when he got there was laughable
- You were hiding behind one edge of the mirror and looking frightened… while also stark naked
- “What… What are you doing…?” Severus struggled to keep his composure
- You rushed him over to you with a frantic hand and relaxed when he obeyed. “There’s a-a wo…man over thereeee…”
- This made him snicker, “Really?”
- “Yes… and she keeps miming me, l-like I did wit’ you.”
- “Mimicking, darling.” He corrected. “I think she left, care to come out now?”
- “Only if she’s g-gone.” You agreed.
- He inclined his head and offered you his hand but you saw the woman again. Instead of jumping back, you glared at her and crossed your arms
- “S-stop copy-ying me!” You demanded
- ‘S-stop copy-ying me!’ She demanded
- You placed your hands on your hips, “I said s-stop it…!”
- She placed her hands on her hips, ‘I said s-stop it…!’
- You looked at Severus in an incredulous manner and failed to notice his amused chuckle, “Make h-her stop!”
- She looked at Severus in an incredulous manner and failed to notice his amused chuckle, ‘Maker h-her stop!’
- “Sweetheart, she is your reflection.” He informed you.
- You looked back at the woman - yourself - and studied her. Through your hazy mind, you could make out the similarities: your hair, your eyes, your figure
- Maybe she was you
- But the constant copying your every move was rather annoying
- “Come, let’s get you dressed.”
- You turned back to look at your reflection and swore you saw her wink at you, but Severus hadn’t reacted so you ignored it
- You’d both left the bathroom and by the time you reached your vast canopy bed, you felt exhausted
- But you were hanging onto your last bit of energy by a thread, “Wanna see me s-wing off this…?”
- “I’d rather not.” Severus shot that idea down. “Stand still so I may put on your gown.”
- He’d dressed you expeditiously in case you acted against it but calmed when he realized you were falling asleep while standing
- Softly ushering you to the bed, he helped you slide in. He watched as you got comfortable and snuggled deeper into the sheets, but you didn’t look satisfied just yet
- He waited until he saw your breathing even out, stepped away from his spot, and readied himself to walk out
- He hadn’t been able to do that, because your soft voice caught his attention, “Stay with me… p-please?” You untucked yourself from the covers and looked up at him with big eyes
- Severus knew he wouldn’t have been able to walk away even if the Dark Lord himself ordered him to do so. Your expression was too warm and he couldn’t handle being the reason it broke
- “As you wish.” He too climbed into your bed now
- You still didn’t look as content as you could be just yet. So, Severus pulled you into him, cradling the back of your head and, although he wouldn’t admit it, cuddled you to his chest
- You smiled with your eyes closed and he knew he’d done the correct thing
- “I love you…” you yawned
- He looked down at you and noticed the peaceful emotion on your face, “… I love you too.”
- It had to have been no longer than 20 minutes when you slowly opened your eyes and looked into his. Unsurprisingly - and kind of creepily too - he was already staring down at you
- “I’m happy you stayed, Sev.” Your voice was quiet, and despite you being able to taste the stale, bitter tang of liquor on your tongue, the effects of the alcohol were already easing away
- “Why is that?” He indulged you
- “So you can hold my hair back when I sick up in the middle of the night.” You wiggled closer to him now, intertwining your legs with his
- That was okay, he’d dealt with nastier bodily fluids - from an array of ghastly creatures 
- He couldn’t wait to tell Minerva what you’d done, said, and how you acted tonight
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Headcannon that on Christmas one of the muggle born students get a coffee machine and decides to bring it to Hogwarts, cuz they NEED it to function. Within a week, they are running a black market on coffee. Dumbledore and the other teachers say they don't know anything about it, but McGonnagall is always there at 8:00 to pick up her gingerbread latte. And Dumbledore I is always there for his Caramel Macchiato.
How did it not know I wanted this?.
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simpforsnape · 3 years
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Severus Snape x Reader
wordcount: 662
warnings: uncomfortable comments, minor errors.
requested submission. Enjoy.
The day before Halloween, Hogwarts hosted a feast. After the banquet had finished, it was guaranteed that a staff party would be held.
There you were, standing amongst the other teachers holding an adequate conversation. It was mostly about the students.
Since it was Holloween, you took it upon yourself to dress up. Along with some of the other teachers.
Your costume was simple and sexy and you made sure it wasn't all that revealing. Yet, you felt a pair of eyes glues to your back the entire time you were there.
In the corner of your eye stood Severus. Your lover. The two of you have been dating for a while but decided to keep the relationship to yourselves. Everyone didn't have to know about your personal life, of course, that's what Severus stood by.
“My, don't you look dashing?” An uneasy voice called out to you pulling you from your thoughts.
Your eyes met with the unsettled blonde, Gilderoy Lockhart. God, the man never gave you a break. Every time you turned the corner there he was!
“Gilderoy..” You voiced with an annoyed tone. He had already sensed your irritation by now. But quickly brushed it away dashing his usual smile.
“May I help you with something?..” You questioned again.
The smile on his face broadened.
“Oh, there are many things you could assist me with, Ms. L/N..”
For a moment you thought you busted a vein. How... ‘Eager’ must you be?!
While the other women around you fancied him you simply walked over to a different group of teachers, chiming into their conversation. You had to confess, his actions did bother you.
Severus noticed your change of behavior. Your common smile turned into a scowl. It wasn't like you. Only if something or someone was bothering you, you wore the attitude on your face.
While he stood amongst Dumbledore and McGonagall, he couldn't help but overhear the loud voice that was speaking.
“Ah yes, Ms. Y/N.. I would say that's she's into me..” Lockheart boasted amongst the gentleman as he continues.
“With the snap of a finger, I could have the woman all over me. Performing every imaginable thing to me..” There was a funny smirk formed on his.
“Severus? Are you alright?” McGonagall questioned the bothered Severus. The cup in his hand was suffocating.
He was talking about you. Disrespecting you.. Of course he wasn't alright!
“Just think about.. Her luxurious skin, rubbing against mine. And her-”
Severus couldn't hold his anger anymore.
With a swift move, his wand was withdrawn and quickly pushed against the neck of the blonde.
“Don’t you dare. Utter another word. About Y/N.”
His words were bitter and devious. His actions caught the attention of everyone in the room, including yourself.
“S-Severus?! Whatever are you doing?” Asked the nervous fraud.
“Protecting my Companions name..” He conceded with his wand piercing the blondes neck. At this point, no one even bothered to pull Severus away from Lockheart.
“C-Companion?!” The man quivered in fear.
“If I ever hear another foul and disturbing thing utter from your lips about my Y/N, I guarantee your demise.” His monotoned voice addressed the man who quickly fled from the scene.
Severus’s wand was pocketed. Of course all eyes were on him. He pushed past some of the teachers going to you grab your hand along the way as you both left the staff room.
You both stood in silence. Your hand was still intertwined with his.
“Y/N, I-”
You pulled Severus into an abrupt kiss now throwing your arms around his neck finishing it off with an embrace.
“Thank you.. You didn't have to do that...” You mumbled as he pulled away cupping your cheek. There was a civil smile on his face.
“I was only protecting you, my love. If he ever tries anything else, do not hesitate to tell me..” You only returned the smile, pressing your forehead against his.
“I doubt that he'll try anything now~”
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Dumbledore: I love the kids at this school
McGonagall: Name 4
Dumbledore : Uh well there's Harry Potter..., His ginger friend, his girl friend and uh John
McGonagall: There's no child called John at this school
Dumbledore: Then I've been calling a child by the wrong name for 4 years!
McGonagall: *sigh*
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hogwarts-pastry · 4 years
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i sense a pattern here
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slytherinsarentevil · 3 years
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Underrated Harry Potter characters
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HONORARY MENTIONS!!!!! :
Charlie Weasley (can't believe I didn't put him in)
Filius Flitwick :)
Fleur Delacour <3
Teddy Lupin (I think he needs more attention)
Peeves (!!!!)
(McGonagall and Regulus just don't get the praise they deserve. It's SADDENING and I'm mad. And yes. Dean's photo is on purpose. )
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McGonagall: they're here. I can feel it in the air.
Dumbledore: what do you feel?
McGonagall: chaos. terror. mischief.
Flitwick: *panicking* no. no. no. no. no! we're not ready yet!
Slughorn: *wiping the sweat off his face* I can't do this. I can't go through this again. they blew up my potions lab twice!
Dumbledore: we must. remember: stand our ground. be brave. we can do it.
Madame Pomfrey: I can't go through all that again.
McGonagall: We must!
12 years old James and Sirius busting down the door of Hogwarts: we're back!!
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