#montelimar bloom

[carewyncromwell]

“You can paint me any color,

And I can be your clown,

But you ain’t got my number --

No, you can’t pin me down!”

~“Can’t Pin Me Down” by Marina and the Diamonds

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includes references to Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch; Atticus Grimsley and Montelimar Bloom @cursebreakerfarrier; Orla Atkinson @nightmaresart; Io Gordon @drinkyoursoupbitch; and Siyana Devonshire @dat-silvers-girl! 💚

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Aesop Sharp was not a man completely devoid of patience. One truly couldn’t hope to teach anyone -- or even to stay sane, dealing with students like Garreth Weasley on the regular -- if they didn’t have a little of it. But when it came to dealing with fifth year Slytherin Jackson Knightly, Sharp found himself incredibly frustrated.

Jackson had been a late arrival to Potions class when he arrived at Hogwarts for his second year, just like one of Sharp’s personal favorite students, fellow Slytherin Adelia Selwyn. Unlike his best friend, though, Jackson was not at all attuned to Potions. Not only was he enough of a troublemaker that he was perfectly willing to smuggle ingredients to the likes of Garreth Weasley on a whim, he very frequently neglected to take brews off the fire before they exploded or forgot crucial steps in the middle of brewing. Sharp would frequently remind Jackson to stop daydreaming in class (which he was very prone to do), but rather than it snapping the boy back to any sort of attention or making him reflect on doing better, he would almost inevitably lose focus again, not long after Sharp moved on. And the last thing Aesop Sharp wanted to be was a bloody nanny.

When Sharp spoke to his colleague and Slytherin’s Head of House, Abraham Ronen, about his frustrations, Ronen merely laughed.

“Ah, Aesop,” he said jovially, “you have not taught students as long as I have. Young Jackson’s behavior is truly nothing out of the ordinary. Many a student has found themselves more able to focus on those things they have personal investment in over those things that don’t spark their imagination. I would think a fellow Slytherin alumnus such as yourself would be very attuned to that.”

“I am already very well aware of how much Mr. Knightly prefers your teaching style to mine,” said Sharp very coolly. “He is definitely your kind of student. But I am not about to start playing Gobstones with bottles of Shrinking Solution just to try to earn a single student’s favor -- and Mr. Knightly should learn to see the value in all of his classes, however lacking of entertainment he may find them to be.”

Ronen gave Sharp a pat to the shoulder. “Of course. It behooves him, and all of our students, to learn how to work well with a wide array of people. But you know, even we professors need to re-learn that too, once in a while...sometimes through students we find challenging to teach.”

A flicker of amusement seemed to dance in the older man’s eye.

“You say Jackson is my kind of student -- and yes, for certain he is. Talented, amiable, excitable, curious...incredibly witty, and yet surprisingly sensitive -- I’d say Eleazar and Madam Kogawa are just as fond of the boy as I am, and they’re not even his Head of House! But truly, I think you might find Jackson’s a very promising student in his own way...perhaps even in your class. Why, if even Atticus Grimsley can find it in his heart to like Jackson as a student, despite all the trouble he gets up to outside of class, surely you could.”

Sharp was skeptical of this thought process until the day following the invigorating Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor that spring. The Potionsmaster himself had not been present at the Pitch -- he’d had much more pressing matters to research in the Hogwarts library -- but he heard the school matron, Noreen Blainey, complaining to Ronen about it the following morning at breakfast.

“ -- poor boy got that hexed Bludger straight to the face, Professor! It broke his nose in five places! And yet he’s absolutely refused to come to me for treatment!”

“Jackson seems to be doing better now, Madam,” Ronen tried to soothe her, but she wasn’t having any of it.

“Only because he’s off brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions to mask the damage! He barely avoided getting knocked unconscious! That damage undoubtedly went below the surface. And yet somehow Mr. Knightly managed to slip right out from under everyone in the stands before they could send him to me, polished himself up, and now he’s cheerfully acting like he’s fine, despite barely being able to see straight!”

Ronen frowned. “Hm...perhaps I can convince Jackson to get a full physical exam. I’m certain if we emphasize our concern for his well-being -- ”

“Concern!” scoffed the nurse. “Unlikely! That boy wouldn’t even come to me for help when he got burned by Streeler venom, Professor. He’s almost as stubborn as Aesop Sharp, when it comes to accepting professional Healing advice...”

Sharp couldn’t help but cock his eyebrows very coolly at that, but ultimately chose not to join the conversation. It had made some gears turn in his head as it was, so he decided to dwell on the matter alone over breakfast.

Jackson Knightly brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions? Now that seemed thoroughly unlikely. Knightly had never been so competent to brew a potion he could safely ingest without proper oversight. It had to have been Miss Selwyn who helped him with it -- or perhaps Montelimar Bloom: the Ravenclaw did have a tendency to come to Jackson’s rescue, when he was in trouble. Even Bloom’s best friend Orla Atkinson was well known at being talented with healing magic...

Sharp’s eyes flitted over to the Slytherin table absently. He could see Adelia Selwyn and Jackson’s dormmates, Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow, sitting there -- even Gryffindor’s Beater, Io Gordon, had apparently left her own table to go over and talk to Adelia -- but no Jackson Knightly...

His left eyebrow raising with interest, Sharp sidled to his feet carefully, before trudging out of the Great Hall and back toward the stairs leading down to the dungeons.

Blasted leg, Sharp cursed inwardly. His lack of agility would never not irritate the ex-Auror -- he would’ve loved it if he could just Apparate up and down to different floors without climbing so many damned stairs, but the magic within the school’s walls was far too powerful to allow for that.

Eventually, though, Sharp did make it back to his classroom -- and as soon as he arrived, his sharp ears immediately perked up when he picked out the distinctive sound of something bubbling in a cauldron. 

Well, that could easily end in disaster, being attempted by the wrong student.

The image of Garreth Weasley blowing up his third potion that month rippled over Sharp’s mind.

Reflecting back on his old stealth training, the ex-Auror sidled into the classroom as quietly as he possibly could with his clunky leg, easing the door open so carefully that it didn’t give the slightest creak. When his eyes landed on the workstation being used, however, Sharp was a bit startled by what he found.

It was indeed Jackson Knightly. But rather than being in the company of someone helping him, he was working completely on his own, his back to Sharp as he counted out three -- four -- five lionfish spines, and then dropped them one by one into the cauldron. He kept glancing at the potion off-and-on, humming something absently, as he poured himself a cup of tea from a nearby teapot and mixed in some sugar. Once the potion had turned yellow, he tossed in five more spines, as well as some flobberworm mucus. Then Jackson sipped his tea, still humming absently, as he watched the potion turn purple.

Sharp stood in the door frame, his arms crossed, as he silently watched Jackson work. The Slytherin was in his own little world during the entire process -- eating toast, drinking tea, and even reading out of a tiny book that couldn’t possibly be for Potions while waiting for certain reactions to take place -- but he still did every step perfectly, all seemingly from memory. There were definitely points, though, where Jackson had to pause in the middle, close his eyes, and massage his temple as he took deep breaths -- clearly his head was still hurting him.

Sharp didn’t make himself known until Jackson took the potion off the fire at last. Once the potion had started to cool, he actually brought his hands together in a slow clap.

Jackson looked up, startled, as Sharp approached.

“A perfectly brewed Wiggenweld Potion,” said the Potionsmaster.

Despite being taken aback by his sudden audience, Jackson very quickly put on a big grin and gave a sweeping bow.

“To earn a ‘perfect’ assessment from you is high praise indeed, Master Sharp,” the fifteen-year-old said with a dashing smirk. 

“Indeed,” Sharp said airily. “I would hardly have believed it of you, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

The professor’s brows were raised high over his eyes as he considered Jackson a bit more carefully. There wasn’t any cosmetic damage to his face -- but true to what the school matron had said, Jackson’s blue eyes looked slightly unfocused and lacking of light. That lack of consciousness was something Sharp recognized immediately as indicative of a mild head injury.

“...You should take a seat,” Sharp said lowly. “Ingesting anything is best done in a seated position.”

Jackson gave a laugh. “Not when one is drinking one of these on the Dueling Field! My dear Lala -- Orla Atkinson, you know -- she gets competitive enough as it is. If I took the time to sit down and have fairy cakes with my potions, I reckon I’d have to ingest even more of both, once she was done with me!”

The brown-haired boy acted as flippant as ever as he wandered around the table to fetch his teacup. He played off the slight stumble in his step, as well as the slight clumsiness to his settling himself down on the edge of his workstation. Carefully ladling some of his finished potion out of his cauldron and into his half-finished tea, he then gave a long sip from the cup, exhaling lowly as he lowered the ladle and rubbed his temple. Then he plastered a smile back on as he addressed Sharp.

“Would you care for some tea yourself, Professor?” asked Jackson politely. “I borrowed the recipe from my sweetest little unicorn, Miss Devonshire, and it really is sublime...”

“No, thank you,” said Sharp.

“Oh, come now!” Jackson egged him on. “It’s still early morning -- I would think a cup of masala chai would be a good way to start the day off right.”

Sharp cocked an eyebrow. “Perhaps it would -- if it were being enjoyed in the Great Hall, with the rest of one’s breakfast. But you seem to have neglected that.”

Jackson shrugged.

“Wasn’t feeling quite my best,” he said offhandedly. “But no matter -- I’ll be feeling right as rain, with a bit more of this -- ”

He ladled some more of the Wiggenweld Potion into his teacup. Sharp’s lips knit together.

“It might take a stronger potion than that to deal with the aftermaths of a concussion, young man.”

Jackson’s smile flickered ever-so-slightly as Sharp sidled clumsily across the room over to his desk.

“Oh, it -- it’s not nearly as bad as all that,” said Jackson, trying to keep the smile on despite how weak it suddenly seemed. He put down his teacup on the tray at his workstation. “I’ve dealt with far worse than this. Broken bones, glass embedded in my feet, Streeler venom...even got thrown head-first into a stone wall once, and I’m still standing! Dare I say, perhaps better than ever!”

His mouth spread into a brighter white smile. The Slytherin boy’s voice strangely didn’t come across as arrogant or blustering, however -- instead, it seemed almost reassuring: as if he wanted to comfort his professor so he wouldn’t worry.

Sharp, however, was blunt in his response.

“You may dispense with the pretenses, Knightly -- you’re not as good of an actor as you think you are.”

Jackson actually couldn’t help but pout at this.

“Bad form, sir,” he said rather coolly. “Insult my potionmaking, by all means, but to insult my performance ability overall? That is supremely ungentlemanly.”

Sharp actually couldn’t bite back a small smirk of his own. “I have been called worse things.”

Once he eased himself down in his chair, Sharp rested his hands on his desk, clasping them together as he regarded Jackson with a more serious expression.

“...You seem to know this particular brew quite well, to recall all of the steps from memory.”

The professor’s eyes flitted down to the book left open at Jackson’s station. As he’d thought, it wasn’t a book of Potions notes -- it instead seemed to be a book of poetry, judging by the few words he could make out upside down.

Jackson gave another shrug and offhand smile. “Well, as they say, practice makes perfect.”

“Indeed -- for you to brew it so well, it’s clear you’ve practiced quite frequently. Undoubtedly out of a necessity for it.”

Jackson’s dashing white smile became a bit cheekier. “What can I say? Trouble is a friend I run into quite often.”

“I’m well aware,” said Sharp coolly.

He paused. Then, after a moment, he said stridently,

“For the injury you’ve sustained, however, I do not think a Wiggenweld Potion alone would heal the damage.”

Jackson opened his mouth as if to speak, but Sharp cut him off.

“And since it’s rather obvious that you don’t wish a Healer’s input on what treatment would be suitable...allow me to, at the very least, give you some advice on what potion would be a better solution.”

The Potions professor eased himself up and out of his chair, awkwardly stomping over to his own station at the head of the class.

“Follow me,” he said brusquely.

Startled, Jackson got to his feet. He was frozen for only a moment, before he’d hurriedly rushed over to walk right alongside Sharp like a shadow. When Sharp reached his station, Jackson’s focus was abruptly drawn to the other side of the room.

“Your attention, please, Kn -- ”

Before Sharp could finish, though, Jackson had flung out his hand, and in an instant, the closest stool had glided across the room and into his open hands.

Sharp’s mouth was left slightly open, as Jackson brought the stool right up behind his professor with a smile.

“Here, sir,” he said, his charming face betraying some genuine kindness. “Allow me.”

Sharp stared down at the fifteen-year-old boy. Then he very quickly cleared his throat.

“...Ahem -- yes. Thank you.”

He sat down on the stool. Jackson then summoned one wandlessly for himself and positioned it next to Sharp’s.

“How long have you been able to summon things without a wand?” asked Sharp.

Jackson smiled brightly. “Quite a while, actually -- since I was ten, at least. Maybe even nine. I was right on the cusp when I first learned I had magic, you see. I’m not quite as good at wandless Charms as I am with Transfiguration, though -- conjuring flowers and doves is what I did most, in those days...”

Sharp’s eyebrows were rather high as he took this in.

“I know it can be kind of dangerous, to not use a wand to channel your magic,” Jackson said amiably. “Professor Weasley’s warned me of that, a few times, what with the risk of becoming an Obscurus and all. But...well, I was solely among Muggles, back then. Didn’t exactly have the means to go out and buy myself a proper wand, let alone any spellbooks. Truth be told, I....didn’t even own a wand until I returned to Britain, in time for my second year at Hogwarts. And truly, I am very fond of my wand -- she’s a most lovely thing. I just sometimes fall back on old habits.”

Wandless magic at only nine years old? Not only that, but wandless conjuration -- one of the most difficult branches of Transfiguration, largely set aside for students approaching the NEWT level? Despite himself, Sharp was actually rather impressed.

“...Hm. Well...if you can muster up the proper attention span, you could always speak to Professor Onai about such things. Uagadou is well known for teaching its students the art of wandless magic.”

Sharp turned to his station.

“Now, then -- watch closely. This brew is called the Syrup of Asphodel. It’s actually rather simple in its ingredients, but you will have to grind the asphodel root down to a fine powder and mix everything in just the right order, for it to be effective...”

Sharp stopped talking and set to work straight away. In the beginning, he could sense Jackson watching him -- before long, though, the boy once again seemed to drift off, his eyes gliding away toward the far corner of the room.

“Pay attention, Knightly,” said Sharp. “I don’t intend to demonstrate this twice.”

“My apologies, sir,” said Jackson.

Despite this, though, his blue eyes once again were drawn to the unfinished tea service at his station.

“...Sir?”

“What is it?”

“Are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cup of tea? I should think the potionmaking process would be a lot more enjoyable, if one partook in some tea in the midst of it...”

“I’m in no need of distractions, Mr. Knightly,” said Sharp airily, “and truthfully, neither are you. You get distracted enough in my class without adding a pot of tea to the mix.”

Jackson frowned slightly.

“Perhaps...” he granted. “But you said yourself that I brewed a perfect Wiggenweld Potion, while I was indulging in just such a cup of tea. And reading some lovely poems, for that matter.”

Sharp paused in his work to glance at Jackson out the side of his eye. The fifteen-year-old had taken out his wand and used it to levitate the tea service a bit more gently over to a table closer by.

“Forgive my impertinence, Professor,” said the Slytherin teenager as he got up and started fussing with his tea set, while still glancing over his shoulder toward Sharp at his station, “but for me, such ‘distractions’ as you call them are not a hindrance. My mind is prone to wander, as you know -- ”

Sharp gave a low, amused snort at the gross understatement.

“ -- but one thing that prevents that, for me, is constant action,” Jackson pressed on, unabashed. “Channeling my energy into physical activity -- even if it’s simply indulging in a cup of tea or parsing through works of Edgar Allan Poe -- ”

He summoned the book of poetry over to him with another wave of his wand, opening it to a certain page and perusing it before he returned his focus to Sharp’s station again.

“ -- I suppose it anchors me in the here and now, as it were. It gives me a reason to stay here, on the ground -- multiple reasons, in fact, all of which interest me. Whereas such austere silence -- complete stillness and undivided focus...it makes my mind restless. Like a dog being asked to walk around on two legs. It feels unnatural -- makes me prone to twitch about, just to try to get comfortable. And sooner or later, whoosh -- off I go toward a more exciting daydream, and all focus is gone.”

Massaging his sore temple a bit more with one hand, Jackson nonetheless beamed over his shoulder at Sharp.

“I confess -- it saddens me greatly that I lose my focus so easily in your class. You do so seem to love your subject.”

“How kind,” Sharp said coolly. With a tired sigh, he said, “Very well. I shall continue my work on this potion, while you do whatever you feel you must, to stay engaged. But as I said, I have no intention of demonstrating this twice -- so if your method of ‘anchoring’ yourself proves ineffective in helping you internalize my lesson, then that’s solely on your own head.”

Jackson grinned. “Understood, sir.”

And so Sharp continued brewing his potion. As he did, he could once again feel Jackson’s eyes on him, though rather intermittently, since the boy was also rifling through the book of poems, cleaning out spare potion bottles with his wand, and brewing a fresh pot of tea as he watched. At some points, Jackson even asked questions -- good ones, to Sharp’s surprise.

“When doubling such a recipe, would one simply double the ingredients, or just the amount of salt water? If one considers the potential for asphodel poisoning.”

“You would add a pinch more root for every three drops of salt water,” Sharp answered.

“And the best way to safely amplify the potion’s effects?”

“Add a half cup of dittany. It’s a resilient enough plant to not curdle in the face of asphodel when mixed in, and yet it’s soothing enough to not actively conflict with its effects.”

Jackson looked thoughtful. “Hm...would a pinch of ginger not conflict? Ginger’s supposed to be good for one’s digestion -- it might help make the tonic a bit more palatable.”

Sharp glanced back at Jackson over his shoulder with some interest.

“...Not a bad suggestion,” he said.

After a few minutes, Sharp finished off the potion and began to empty the contents of his cauldron into a vial. As he did, Jackson dropped off the second of the cups of tea he’d poured out down on Sharp's desk, not far away from the station he was working at.

“Here you are, sir,” he said politely.

“And there you are,” Sharp said crisply. With the potion vial full, he held it out for Jackson to take. “Syrup of Asphodel -- made up of nothing but salt water and, as one can expect, powdered root of asphodel. Do you remember how many drops of salt water one requires?”

“Three per dosage,” Jackson said promptly.

“And how many times did I stir this potion?” asked Sharp, as he lumbered back over to his desk.

Jackson considered this. He seemed to be counting in his own head.

“Let’s see...once when I sat down, twice before I lost focus -- three when I did. Four after I summoned the tray -- five, six...seven when I reread Lenore -- eight, nine...nine, yes, I believe it was nine?”

“Correct,” said Sharp. He placed his hand down on the desk so as to ease himself down into his chair. “Clockwise or counterclockwise?”

Jackson’s eyes drifted up toward the ceiling thoughtfully. “...All clockwise except for the first and last two.”

“Very good,” said Sharp, and indeed, he did sound rather pleased. “It seems there truly is a method to get you to pay attention to my lessons.”

Jackson grinned that bit more mischievously. “Glad to hear you’ll be more indulgent of me inviting my friend Lord Byron to class with me in the future, Professor!”

“Don’t push your luck,” Sharp said airily. “I’m still not thoroughly convinced this wasn’t some sort of practical joke on your part.”

His impish grin spreading that bit more, Jackson brought the vial up to his lips and downed its contents. Within seconds, he shuddered, but the breath he exhaled was full to the brim with relief and relaxation.

“...Ahhh...” he sighed happily as he brought a hand up to his forehead. “Oh, that does feel better...”

Sharp nodded in satisfaction. “Good to hear it.”

Jackson washed the potion down with the rest of his tea before turning to Sharp with a visibly more relaxed smile.

“Thank you for your time, sir,” he said. “And your lesson -- they’re both greatly appreciated.”

“You’re welcome,” said Sharp. “Now don’t you have some other lessons to get to? One thing I’ve learned is that however poor one’s health may be, one can’t easily justify not going to class, if he intends to not rest in the Hospital Wing.”

Jackson laughed. “No, I jolly well suppose not.”

Sharp indicated the door with a nod of his head. “Off you go, then.”

As Jackson made as if to go, though, he paused in the door frame and looked back with an odd, almost compassionate expression.

“...Sir, I really think you should try the chai,” he said gently. “Miss Devonshire recommended it to me for pain relief. Muggle remedy it might be...I would think it still might soothe some of the pain in your leg.”

Sharp paused. His dark eyes flitted down to the cup of tea in front of him to back up at the kindly boy in his door frame.

Then, very slowly, the Potions professor’s gaze seemed to lose some of its edge. It made his features look much less critical than before, though no less discerning.

“...Mm. I see.”

Sharp gave Jackson a muted incline of his head.

“...Thank you.”

Jackson’s face spread into a bright, charming white grin as he swept out of the room and back up the stairs at a run. Sharp himself also found himself smirking ever-so-slightly once he’d disappeared from view.

Jackson Knightly was certainly not his type of student -- but, Sharp had to admit as he picked up the cup of masala chai and silently enjoyed the soothing scent and taste of the brew -- he was a promising one, all the same. So long as he actually applied himself properly.

#hphl #my writing #jackson knightly #aesop sharp #abraham ronen #adelia selwyn #orla atkinson #montelimar bloom #siyana devonshire #io gordon #my fanfiction #oh my gosh yay I actually got to write some jackson content?! #I've missed my showman boy #yes jackson has undiagnosed ADHD #so moving around and keeping his hands and feet busy tends to help him with remembering things #even just reading things aloud helps him study #jackson and my other legacy era kids aren't 'mc' from the game just for the record #they just live in that era but won't follow any of the game's story #so yeah if you want your kids to interact with them it should be easy since they'll be doing their own thing outside the canon story

[nightmaresart]

Monty: Orla, please keep an eye on Jackson today. He's going to say something dumb and get himself punched.

Orla: Sure, I'd love to see Jackson get punched.

Monty: Try again..

Orla, sighing: I will stop Jackson from getting punched

I'm sorry @cursebreakerfarrier @carewyncromwell I was bored

#harry potter #hphl #hphl oc #hphl mc #hphl quotes #incorrect hphl #incorrect hogwarts legacy #jackson knightly #orla atkinson #montelimar bloom #montelimar ‘monty’ bloom #i am sorry #i was bored okay #and this trio popped in my head again #orla loves jackson but she also thinks he can be a bit of an idiot #but hes one of her idiots

[thatravenpuffwitch]

Character Profile — Adelia Selwyn

This incredible portrait was drawn by the very talented @cursebreakerfarrier

Full Name: Adelia Liliane Selwyn

Nicknames: Addy, Lia, Delia (by Teddy)

Birthday: 14th November 1880

Blood Status: Pureblood

Gender: Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nationality: British-American

Hometown: New York City, New York, USA / Chiswick, London, UK

Additional Languages: French and Latin

Personality

MBTI: INTJ (The Architect)

Strengths: Determined, intelligent, logical, creative, feisty, caring, resilient, confident

Weaknesses: Prideful, vain

Interests/Hobbies: Potions, alchemy, fashion, singing, ice skating

Appearance

Face claim: Dakota Fanning (child-young adult) / Naomi Watts (adult)

Height: 5ft 2in

Build: Petite, on the thinner side

Skin: Fair, clear complexion

Hair: Sandy blonde, usually styled up in a bun

Eyes: Sky blue

Witchcraft

Wand: Walnut wood with a dragon heartstring core, 10 1/2” and slightly springy flexibility

Highly intelligent witches and wizards ought to be offered a walnut wand for trial first, because in nine cases out of ten, the two will find in each other their ideal mate. Walnut wands are often found in the hands of magical innovators and inventors; this is a handsome wood possessed of unusual versatility and adaptability. A note of caution, however: while some woods are difficult to dominate, and may resist the performance of spells that are foreign to their natures, the walnut wand will, once subjugated, perform any task its owner desires, provided that the user is of sufficient brilliance. This makes for a truly lethal weapon in the hands of a witch or wizard of no conscience, for the wand and the wizard may feed from each other in a particularly unhealthy manner.

Patronus: Octopus

Animagus: Snow owl

Boggart:Herself holding a baby, they’re both covered in blood, bruises and inky black seaweed.

Riddikulus: She has trouble getting rid of her boggart, but it would be her older brother Jasper wearing a gaudy, bright pink dress.

Amortentia (what they smell like): Parchment, sea spray, warm apple cider, lilacs

Amortentia (what they smell): Leather, spent matches, honeysuckle, gingerbread

Magical Abilities: Elemental control over water, ability to communicate with Merpeople in their native tongue.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Best Subjects: Potions, Alchemy, Transfiguration

Worst Subject: Flying

Third Year Options: Alchemy, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy

Extracurriculars: Frog Choir, Prefect and Head Girl

Adult Life

Age 18 — 23: Alchemist Apprentice to Nicolas Flamel

Age 23 — 45: Potioneer at St. Mungo’s Hospital, Research and Innovations Division

Age 45 — 65: Professor of Alchemy, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

65+: Retired

Relationships

Father: Reginald Selwyn

Mother: Clara Selwyn (née Bellerose)

Older Brother: Jasper Selwyn

Younger Sister: Cecily Selwyn

Pets: Belle the owl

Love interest / Husband: Arthur ‘Teddy’ Ellison @cursebreakerfarrier

Children:

Lawrence Albert “Bertie” Selwyn Ellison and Violet Mabel Selwyn Ellison and Holly Sylvestra Selwyn Ellison

Friends:

Adelia is always open for new friends/interactions!

Gwen Archeron, Estrid Soelberg ; Jackson Knightly, Bat Varney @carewyncromwell ; Danny Gibson @catohphm ; Teddy Ellison, Montelimar Bloom, Galen Stagg, Benji Gerhardt @cursebreakerfarrier ; Tadhg Lynch, Niamah Kelly, Grant Kennedy @unfortunate-arrow ; Theo Abbott @smarti-at-smogwarts ; Lu Morrison @raes-place ; Siobhan Llewelyn, Bradford Pendleton, Oliver Gerard @kc-and-oc ; Gabriel Saphiea @slytherindisaster ; Roxie Haley, Charlotte Grant, Maura Devitt @weasleysandwheezes ; Roel Leeuwenhoek, Sid Honeycutt @fairywrenn ; Orla Atkinson, Victoria Montgomery @nightmaresart ; Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze ; Ophelia Burke, Héloïse Perrault @the-al-chemist ; Cledwyn Ironwood, Marigold Sterling @that-scouse-wizard ; Leila Hellebore @whatwouldvalerydo ; Rionnach Dagworth @ellie-e-marcovitz

Rival: Cillian Lynch @unfortunate-arrow, Ophelia Burke (a frenemy)

Dormmates: Carolyn Nyberg, Marigold Sterling, Ophelia Burke, Maura Devitt, Leila Hellebore

Additional Links

Adelia’s Playlist

The Blood Curse

The Selwyn Family

The Selwyn-Ellison Siblings

#adelia selwyn #character profile #hogwarts legacy #hphl #hphl mc #slytherin

[clovermunson]

hphl character sheet

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requested tags: @thatravenpuffwitch @lifeofkaze @whatwouldvalerydo

I needed to have at least one stereotypical badass female heroine, so here she is😆

Name: Maura Evelyn Devitt

Nicknames: Evie, Mars, Mev

Birthdate: March 31st, 18–

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Personality Type (MBTI): ENTJ—the Commander

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality: Irish

Physical Appearance

Hair: long, brown, naturally curly

Eyes: golden brown, almost amber

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 117 lbs.

Body Type: average, slim

Skin Tone: fair with neutral undertones

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.):

from childhood:

scar on left knee from an accident

scar on the back of her hand from being cut by a nail

acquired in adulthood:

scars on left side/back and right leg from an Auror mission

scar on the back of her neck from a Grindelwald attack

Background

Hometown:

Dublin, Ireland (from birth-18)

London, England (from 18-retirement)

Family

Mother

Deirdre Eabha Devitt, née O’Sullivan, was the eldest daughter of Aoibhe and Cathal O’Sullivan. she would attend Hogwarts at age 11 and be sorted into Ravenclaw, and would excel at Charms and Herbology. After Hogwarts she would take a job as a freelance Herbologist, later becoming the Herbology Professor at Hogwarts for a brief time.

Father

Eoghan Devitt was the eldest son of Mary and Darragh Devitt. he would attend Hogwarts at age 11, and be sorted into Slytherin. he would excel at Defence Against the Dark Arts, later going on to become an Auror, then Head Auror after Hogwarts. after his retirement from the Auror department, he spent his days at home with his family.

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Best Class: Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms

Worst Class: Divination

Boggart: her family turning on her and becoming dark wizards

Riddikulus: instead of becoming dark wizards, her family becomes circus clowns

Patronus: Bloodhound

Patronus Memory: the first time she heard stories of her father’s Auror missions, thinking her father was a real-life hero, and knowing that she wanted to be just like him

Mirror of Erised: herself, being awarded the title of Head Auror and being praised for her achievements during her time at work

Amortentia (what she smells like): fresh parchment, jasmine, fresh linens, a hint of vanilla

Amortentia (what she smells): leather, smoke, sandalwood, and cinnamon

Career

Ages 11-18: Hogwarts student

Ages 18-42: Auror (appointed first female Head Auror at age 29, but would later step down at the age of 34 and become a regular Auror during the years of Grindelwald’s rise)

Ages 42-60: Administrative work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and work as an author, writing stories about her time being an Auror

Ages 60-??: Retirement

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: family, career, and friends; the safety of her family and friends

Strengths: determination—passion—wit—ambition—adaptability—sarcasm

Weaknesses: stubbornness—impatience

Stressed: during her exams and Auror training

Calm/Comforted: when she has time off and she’s able to be at home

Favorites

Colors: emerald green, black, red, navy blue

Food: Irish Stew

Drink: tea, sweetened with a pinch of sugar and a lemon wedge

Weather: temperate, partly cloudy

Hobbies: reading, writing

Fashion: Maura’s style is mostly dark colors, but during the warmer months she’ll wear lighter shades, usually light greens, whites and blues. while Maura prefers more comfort and ease of movement in her style, she’s come to terms with the fact that it’s nearly impossible for that in women’s fashion.

Relationships

Significant Other: Liore Harewood (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Friends

(Maura is currently open for friendships with others’ ocs, feel free to message me or reply to this to let me know if you’d like for your oc to be friends with her!)

Danny Gibson (@catohphm)

Adelia Selwyn (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Gwen Archeron (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Montelimar “Monty” Bloom (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Galen Stagg (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Arthur “Teddy” Ellison (@cursebreakerfarrier)

Cecilia Balinor (@endlessly-cursed)

Rivals

TBD

Trivia

Maura considered a career as a professor before becoming an Auror

Maura got along better with her father than she did her mother

she often visits Ireland when she has vacation time

Maura’s patronus truly fits with her personality; she is rather gentle, easy-going and has a talent for finding what she wants, as well as never leaving a job unfinished, much like a bloodhound

her favorite season is winter

Maura’s favorite holiday is Christmas

she is an avid reader

#character sheet #hphl character sheet #hphl oc #hogwarts legacy oc #new oc #maura 'evie' devitt #maura devitt

[carewyncromwell]

Either Batticus or Jackmon for the ship ask?! I can’t choose 🥰😂

Choose? As if I'd make you -- let's do both!! 🥰 Starting with Jackmon...

who made the first move: Technically Jackson. Jacko admittedly is a total charmer all the time, and even though he was too scarred by his father John Eglinton's toxic masculinity to be open with his sexuality, he most assuredly acted more than a touch flirtatiously around Monty, even if just subconsciously.

who kissed who first: Monty kissed Jackson first. Jackson had a LOT of trouble admitting to both himself and Monty how deeply he'd fallen in love with him due to his own hang-ups, but it finally got to the point that Monty could tell Jackson's denials were all just bluster, so he jumped the divide between them. As soon as he did, Jackson immediately melted and kissed Monty back.

who started the relationship: Both, once Monty finally got Jackson to face just how real their feelings were and made it clear that he was sticking right by Jackson, no matter what.

who remembers things: Monty. Jacko is ADHD as all get-out, so he's very prone to forgetting things.

nicknames for each other: Funnily enough, Monty is the one person Jackson doesn't use nicknames with -- he loves Monty so much that he won't part with a single syllable of his wonderful name, so he exclusively calls him "Montelimar." Monty will sometimes use Jackson's common nicknames like "Jackie" or "Jacko," but also tends to stick close to using Jackson's name. He will occasionally use modest terms of endearment like "love" or "chere" though.

who is more likely to pay for dinner: Oh, gosh, Jacko. Jacko is big on spoiling Monty financially, so he's the one with the deep pockets.

who normally cooks: Monty, though Jackson loves helping!

who remembers anniversaries: Both, fortunately, but Jackson goes ALL out. Expect breakfast in bed, presents, and flowers every anniversary, Monty dear.

what would they get each other for gifts: Jackson loves giving Monty new clothes, tickets to theatrical productions, books, and especially flowers. Monty also likes giving Jackson books (especially books of poetry), but also gardening equipment and new seeds or saplings that Jackson can plan in their garden, as well as writing supplies for his Ministry work and so that Jackson can write more poems of his own.

most trivial thing they fight over: The arrangement of the furniture. Monty is the sort to like to have the armchairs close to windows and lamps, so as to have plenty of light in the room for reading, and although Jackson loves reading as well, he's very finicky about a room looking aesthetically pleasing and not too crowded.

how often do they fight: Almost never. Jackson doesn't like being angry or sad, and he especially hates knowing he's upset Monty, so even if he's a total diva with very dramatic emotions, he'll often completely decease and desist the moment Monty puts his foot down.

who uses all the hot water: Oh come on, we all know it's Jackson.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Fortunately Monty and Jackson would be well enough off that they wouldn't need to live in a flat...but if something's wrong in the house, I could see Monty being the one to remember to deal with it, unless it's something that bothers Jackson so much that he feels the need to dramatically make a big issue of it.

who leaves their stuff around: Jackson. He's more artistic in how he strews things about than sloppy, but he's enough of a diva that he would not be above dramatically sweeping off his coat or cape and tossing it across the chair after a long day of work.

who remembers to buy the milk: Monty's the responsible one, and he has the good memory, so yes, he'd fill this role in their relationship.

who controls the netflix queue: In a modern, less magical AU, this role would definitely be Jackson. He's very opinionated about the arts, so he'd dictate most of the entertainment he and Monty enjoyed together. Fortunately his tastes match up with Monty's rather well and he has good taste, so Monty doesn't mind one bit.

who steals the covers at night: Jackson, I guess -- though I see him being more of a snuggler with Monty than the blankets.

who cusses more: LOL, it's rare when either of them swear -- Monty because he's such an intellectual and Jackson because of his need to uphold his gentlemanly image.

who does most of the cleaning: Both! Magic makes it quite easy, and Jacko loves cleaning the house with Monty on the weekends.

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Reading books together! Jackson will often sit in Monty's lap while they take turns reading poetry together. 💚

who’s the cuddler: LMAO, definitely Jackson. He's secretly incredibly needy as a lover, and when these two are in private, Jackson is incredibly physically affectionate with Monty.

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Monty is the big spoon -- Jackson is the little spoon.

who’s more dominant: Monty, actually! For however much of a loud, proud diva Jackson is in public, he takes on an incredibly submissive role in the bedroom.

who is the dirty talker: Mmm, technically Jackson? Though it's very muted and softcore. His "bedroom talk" is more on the vocal, submissive side than anything.

what do they do when they’re away from each other: Work, quite honestly. Though if Jackson's away from the UK on a business trip, he'll often daydream about being back at home with Monty.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: Monty is incredibly protective of Jackson -- if anyone were to hurt him, he'd pretty much immediately go into "knight-in-shining-armor" mode to protect him. If anyone hurt Monty, Jackson would immediately rush to Heal Monty's injuries himself, and probably also plot cold, silent revenge against whoever dared hurt his beloved Montelimar.

a headcanon: Jackson and Montelimar's wedding was held at a pavilion in England not far from Jackson's grandfather's estate, but their honeymoon was in Normandy, France.

And Batticus is under the cut!

Ship Ask!

who made the first move: These two's relationship is more on the queerplatonic side in their canon...but even in the Reincarnation AU, where they could be more explicitly romantic, the first move was always Bat's, though he wouldn't have seen it as such. Being demisexual and demiromantic, Bat fell in love by becoming Grim's friend first, and it was through that close friendship that Bat became more extroverted and intimate with his emotions.

who kissed who first: It would have to be Grim, impulsively -- with Bat being demi, kissing isn't something second-nature to him, and if he were a vampire, he'd be a little intimidated of getting too physically close to Grim.

who started the relationship: Both, once they talked the whole thing out. These two are both very cerebral Ravenclaws, so they'd want to not just hash out their feelings, but figure out what they wanted in a relationship and how things would work between them before committing to anything.

who remembers things: Grim. Bat's memory isn't bad, far from it, but he tends to live in the moment, and especially while he's a vampire, time becomes much more nebulous and vague to him.

nicknames for each other: "Bat" and "Grim," respectively. It's exclusively what they call each other in all canons, whether their relationship is friendly, queerplatonic. or explicitly romantic.

who is more likely to pay for dinner: They'd split the bill. Bat is poor in all canons, sad to say, but he would stubbornly and proudly try to pay for himself or just do without, rather than have Grim pay for him.

who normally cooks: Bat. He likes being of service to Grim, so when he comes over to Grim's place in their canon, he'll brew Grim tea and cook him dinner sometimes, if he's not feeling well.

who remembers anniversaries: Grim. Bat honestly doesn't put much weight on such things or even on other recurrent things like birthdays, especially when he's a vampire.

what would they get each other for gifts: Books! Oh god, these two both love giving each other books. Though Bat did also once save up to buy Grim a model train set one Christmas.

most trivial thing they fight over: Money. Bat is a proud, stubborn little bugger who can't stand it when Grim tries to pay for anything for him, even when he can't afford it.

how often do they fight: Not that often -- Bat's pretty chill by and large, so it's not easy to get him agitated. Though Grim does often express disapproval when Bat shares knowledge with their students that's not particularly "appropriate" for their age range, such as Inferi for anyone younger than the OWL level.

who uses all the hot water: Neither of them, really. I don't see either of them being the type to take long showers or baths.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Either one, depending on who noticed it first.

who leaves their stuff around: Both. With Bat, he's likely to leave unfinished woodworking projects around -- with Grim, he's likely to leave half-graded homework assignments and paperwork around.

who remembers to buy the milk: Bat, probably on the fly, while walking past the grocers.

who controls the netflix queue: LOL, in the event that these two watched TV together, I could see them mutually surfing channels and stopping on whatever looked interesting. Documentaries, especially -- the Discovery Channel would get a lot of play, in Batticus's flat.

who steals the covers at night: Neither. Grim is an insomniac, so he never sleeps well. When he's human, Bat isn't the type to get cold while he's sleeping, and when he's a vampire, he doesn't sleep at all.

who cusses more: Surprisingly, Grim! Grim can swear a lot when he's frustrated or surprised.

who does most of the cleaning: Bat -- he loves staying busy and active, and his Quidditch-star-and-veteran-worthy strength actually does make it really easy to move furniture around to do really nice, deep cleans.

what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Going on outings! Especially during Christmas time. Bat loves window shopping in Hogsmeade with Grim.

who’s the cuddler: Neither, really. Grim was raised in a very "proper" Victorian home, so he isn't very practiced expressing physical affection, and Bat as stated earlier is demisexual and demiromantic, so cuddling isn't something his brain and body tend to lean toward. I could see them really enjoying sleeping in the same bed in the Reincarnation AU, though -- even if they didn't end up cuddling, Grim would really like Bat leaning his head on his shoulder as he slept, and would probably be unable to stop himself from brushing some of his hair out of his face.

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Bat as the big spoon and Grim as the little spoon, most of the time, but only because of their height difference. And yeah, this could only be in a universe where Bat wasn't a vampire who would go mad with blood lust, being so physically close to Grim.

who’s more dominant: Bat and Grim are interesting because they're really much more like equal partners, rather than one of them being dominant and the other submissive. I could see outsiders assuming Bat was the more dominant of the two, given that he's taller and stronger than Grim, but Bat is so laid-back so much of the time that Grim calls the shots in their dynamic plenty.

who is the dirty talker: Neither. Grim is too much of a gentleman and Bat is too demi in all ways for either of them to be big into dirty verbal foreplay.

what do they do when they’re away from each other: Do their own thing, quite honestly. In all universes, Bat and Grim love spending time together and they cherish each other deeply, but truly, they're able to function very well on their own as well.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: If Grim was hurt, Bat would go into soldier mode trying to protect him and take down the threat to his safety. Once the threat was negated, Bat would then rush to try to help Grim however he could, whether by Healing him himself or getting him help from someone else. If Bat was hurt...honestly, Grim would ultimately probably do the same thing! Negate the threat to Bat's safety and then do whatever he had to Heal Bat's injuries. I could just see Bat being a bit more physical in his attacks than Grim -- Atticus is an excellent magical duelist, so he'd be using his wand primarily, while Bat I could see throwing a punch, using a weapon, or tackling somebody if he had to.

a headcanon: There were quite a few students at Hogwarts who thought Professor Grimsley and Hogsmeade's vampire scholar Bartholomew Varney had "something going on." Most supposed Bat had used his "vampire glamor" to make Grim hopelessly attracted to him -- an assumption that Grim would always dryly put down if he overheard it, reminding the students in question that vampires were not veela and scolding them for believing such baseless superstitions.

#hphl #ship ask #jackson knightly #montelimar bloom #bartholomew varney #atticus grimsley

[carewyncromwell]

6 for Jackmon?<3

6. when they're so patient and understanding with you (Jackmon)

@cursebreakerfarrier ❤️

Jackson Knightly knew that, compared to some people, his personality could be considered a bit...well, dramatic. Most of the time that resulted in people being charmed by Jackson's flashy showmanship and suave charm -- but from time to time, it also could result in Jackson being a little obnoxious.

By which I mean he could act like a massive drama queen.

"I did not order lilacs -- I ordered lilac wisterias!" Jackson told the gardener in utter aggravation as he gestured to the lilac trees that had been planted around the venue. "Lilac as in the color of the flower!"

The gardener looked very flustered in response to how upset Jackson had gotten and stumbled over his apology. "Um -- begging your pardon, sir...just a simple mistake..."

"'Simple?'" recurred Jackson loudly, flabbergasted. "Simple? Hardly! Lilacs and wisteria have drastically different meanings! Do you truly think I would be declaring budding love to the German Minister? Why, even just getting the wrong shade of wisteria would change my message of hospitality and a desire for unity into one of mourning! For Merlin's sake..."

Jackson appeared absolutely beside himself even as his husband's hand seemed to materialize out of nowhere and take hold of his shoulder.

"Jackson, I'm sure the man simply thought your choice was motivated by what was in season," Monty said soothingly. "Wisteria trees aren't natively from around here, after all. And the lilacs he picked really are quite lovely..."

Jackson whirled on his husband impatiently. "Lovely or no, they are not the message I want to leave the German Ministry with! This is our first meeting since the Muggles started that blasted War of theirs -- I need to ensure that we stay on good terms, and I can't do that if even the flowers I've chosen are sending mixed messages!"

Monty felt the urge to smile out of amusement, but he tried hard to make the expression more patient instead. "Jackson, I'm sure the Germans won't be offended by your flowers..."

"They won't, because I won't let the wrong ones get planted," Jackson said huffily.

The Minister brought a hand onto the gardener's shoulder, holding it in a rather firm grip as he steered him around, out toward the path leading out of the outdoor venue.

"You will go back to the shop this instant and purchase the proper trees to replace these," he said, his faintly haughty voice akin to one you might hear from a governess. "Once we have them planted properly, I'll repay the treasury's funds for these," he indicated the lilac trees, "to reimburse the incorrect purchase."

The gardener still looked rather bewildered and sheepish, but nonetheless gave a slightly cowed nod. "Yes, sir."

With this, he Disapparated. Once the gardener was gone, Jackson immediately set about levitating the lilac trees up and out of the dirt with his wand, repotting them in the pots they'd come in.

Monty offered Jackson a gentler, more reassuring expression.

"Jackson," he said kindly, "I know you're anxious about your meeting with Kanzlerin Maier and her support staff...but you really don't need to worry so much."

But Jackson stubbornly shook his head as he put his wand away and filled the pots with soil by hand.

"This is my first time meeting the woman, Montelimar. First impressions are everything -- I can't afford to be complacent."

"I doubt anyone would think that of you," Monty reassured his husband, indicating the elegantly painted gazebo and violet and gold-draped tables and chairs. "Why, just look at this place already! It already looks very elegant. And you've always been a wonderful communicator...I'm sure you'll be able to make your intentions clear to the German Minister, flowers or not."

Jackson's mouth was twisted into a deep pout, akin to a child's.

"But the meaning of the flowers would be wrong, Montelimar," he said moodily. "I can hardly play the gentleman, if I appear ignorant about my own flowers."

Monty smiled fondly as he bent down next to his husband. He then leaned in to place a quick, chaste kiss to Jackson's forehead, right beside his brown hair.

"Not everyone of good breeding is as well-versed in flowers as you are, my sweet Jacko," he said quietly as Jackson exhaled. "Some try to communicate with them, others...well, they just look at them and go 'ah -- pretty.'"

Jackson's gaze had become much dreamier as he looked up lovingly at his husband.

"Mm...much as I do, looking at you, Montelimar," he murmured.

His blue eyes quickly swiveled around, checking for any possible onlookers. Upon finding no one, Jackson relaxed that bit more, and he trailed the back of his hand along Monty's cheek, leaning in so that their noses touched.

"'Ah -- pretty,'" he whispered playfully beside Monty's lips.

With fondness rippling through his eyes, Monty kissed Jackson full on the lips, which made Jackson melt in his arms, almost swooning as Monty brought an arm around him. Jackson dangled off of Monty's neck, his grinning face as bright and flushed as a sunbeam.

"Oh, Montelimar," he sighed. "You must think I'm incredibly silly, don't you?"

Monty's fond smile widened. "Only because of how much you want to do right by your position."

He kissed Jackson again, a bit more chastely. Jackson's eyes slid closed like a pleased cat's.

"...I should probably tip the gardener for being prompt with fixing his mistake," he murmured absently. "And as an apology for my mood. The lilacs are rather lovely."

"I think that would be a very kind gesture," Monty agreed.

Affectionate Prompts!

#affectionate prompts #my writing #jackson knightly #montelimar bloom

[carewyncromwell]

12 or 15 for Jackmon? 🥺

15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly (Jackmon)

Montelimar Bloom was widely considered to be one of the smartest students in his year. He was always ahead of his classmates in just about every academic subject, having already memorized the Transfiguration alphabet at the beginning of his first year and perfectly sidestepping Chameleon Ghouls while still preparing for his OWLs. He often showcased his intelligence in other ways, though, and one of those types of intelligence was the emotional kind -- most notably, his own emotions. Monty always knew who he was and what he felt, and even in those times he had difficulty expressing what he felt, especially for other people, that didn't change that he still knew what it was he wanted to express.

And oh, and in this moment...he really, really wanted to tell Jackson Knightly that he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, surrounded by and holding several worn old books on top of a tall ladder with his collar undone, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair lightly tousled.

"Isn't it marvelous, Bloom?!" Jackson called over to Monty excitedly, as he swung gleefully off the ladder with the one hand not holding the stack of books against his chest. "All these books, covered in dust -- likely unread since the owners of these portraits were still living -- !"

"Get down from there before you break your neck!" one of the female Headmistress portraits told Jackson anxiously.

"If he did break his neck, it'd serve him right," growled the portrait beside her, "sneaking into the Headmaster's office like some petty thief -- "

Jackson rather coolly blew the dust off the book he'd taken off the shelf right at the portrait, making the man inside sputter indignantly.

"Bleh -- ptoo! The nerve!" he blustered. "You'll regret this, you little churl! When Headmaster Black hears about this -- !"

"'When he hears about it?' Good sir, I'll look forward to the conversation," said Jackson with a suave smile. "Why, it's positively shameful that Professor Black treats his books so poorly. Take these histories, for instance -- I could see quite a few magical historians being appalled, by the amount of dust they've accumulated, especially when they could be so useful to their research. All these books of spells -- how helpful these could be to the staff, for their lessons -- or perhaps the Ministry, these look a touch dangerous for a school. Even these here -- they must be more personal to the Headmaster, for them to be as earmarked as they are. The Mudblood Menace -- Defanged: The Virtue of Vampire Hunting -- Power for Power's Sake: How to Get What You Want Without Working Too Hard...Professor Black really should be more open with his disgusting world views, rather than just hide them away on such grand old bookshelves..."

A lot of the portraits around the books looked visibly uncomfortable. One or two, however, including the portrait who'd expressed concern for Jackson's safety early, was having trouble biting back a smile, and so was Monty, despite himself.

"'Power for Power's Sake?'" the Ravenclaw recurred. "Well, I must say, that certainly explains Professor Black taking on the Headmaster position in the first place. I had trouble believing it was solely due to masochism."

Jackson laughed. "Indeed, my good Frenchman! I suppose when selling one's soul for power, being surrounded by bratty whiffets is the price one pays!"

Monty came over to help take the books from Jackson before he either dropped them or fell climbing down. With his other hand restored to him, Jackson was able to swing down leisurely, clapping Monty on the back before bustling across the bookshelf to the other side to look over the titles on the other side.

"Why, look here, Bloom! One of the Headmasters actually collected the works of Lord Byron!"

Monty couldn't help but smile fondly as Jackson immediately whipped out the book, blowing off some of the dust before eagerly, but tenderly opening it.

"'O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free'..." Jackson sighed through a bright, beaming smile. "Oh, how evil such an archivist is, to start with 'Corsair!' My breath is stolen away, and I've just opened the book."

Monty's eyes became softer and glassier as he silently watched Jackson. The Ravenclaw could feel his cheeks had gotten very warm and hoped beyond reason Jackson wouldn't take notice as he gently put the stack of books he'd taken from Jackson down on a side table.

"Lord Byron is a very talented poet," Monty said slowly.

"Isn't he?" said Jackson excitedly. "I knew you had good taste, my brilliant Frenchman."

Fortunately, to Monty's immense relief, the Slytherin was too distracted with gently parsing through the old book of poems to look up, leaving Monty to happily stand back and watch in peace as he continued to read passages aloud.

"Here we are! Here's my favorite -- 'So, we'll go no more a roving, so late into the night, though the heart be still as loving, and the moon be still as bright...'"

Relationship Prompts!

#relationship prompts #jackson knightly #montelimar bloom #my writing #other people's mcs #fanfiction #phineas nigellus black #yeah I decided to reference him since he's headmaster in the hphl universe #even though jackson's story is going to stay permanently divorced from the canon storyline bc honestly I like mine better XD #god I've missed these two I love them so X3

[carewyncromwell]

“You took a great risk, coming here.”

“Well, what’s life without a little risk, my brilliant Frenchman? ...Forgive me -- your Highness.”

“No. ...Forgive me, but...I never want to hear that phrase out of your mouth again, Mr. Knightly.”

“...Then I shall simply have to come up with others, my prince.”

In England at the start of the 20th century, a soft-spoken, intellectual prince with a love of academics and learning and a flashy, charming vaudeville entertainer with a tragic past carry on a secret whirlwind romance that comes to a head at a fateful royal ball, where the prince is expected to announce his engagement to a foreign princess and the young actor plays his part so well that no one would suspect his humble origins. 

xxx featuring James McAvoy as Jackson Knightly @carewyncromwell and Luke Treadaway as Montelimar “Monty” Bloom @cursebreakerfarrier 

#gaaaaaah this idea wouldn't leave me alone I just had to do something with it #but yeah vaudeville theaters would've been considered rather low-brow compared to more upscale theaters #so this fits for a cinderella-esque story #not to mention we have our two wonderful perfect gay men in a time period when homosexuality was er...yeah a bit frowned upon #I see jacko boy having made a name for himself as a stage magician when he was still under his father's thumb #and then becoming more of a traditional vaudeville entertainer -- magician actor singer dancer -- after running away and growing up #I also see these two having met while monty was visiting the local university #dressing super casual bc plz don't bow and act all weird with me I just wanna read lots of books >//< #so jacko boy originally has NO idea who he's even talking to even though he can kind of suss out he's upper crust pretty easily #and because jackson also is kind of putting on his best face monty at first thinks he's part of -- like -- the royal theater company #partially because of how well-spoken and gentlemanly he acts hahahaha #not that either of them are disappointed when they figure out the truth #aside from the slight 'oh...wow yeah we're from two different worlds' thing #if I wanted to lean into the time period part of this AU I could always reference wwi as a plot point #but not too much -- no tragic ending for these boys no way :I #anyway these two own my heart and I need to do more with them I love them so ;~; #jackson knightly #montelimar bloom #au #moodboard #...I can't even label this as cinderella au because I already did one for carewyn LMAO #would you even believe that cinderella isn't my favorite fairy tale?!? #it just fits these two so well though

[carewyncromwell]

May I ask for some Jackson headcanons? It's mainly bc I miss him and so does Orla

Ohhhh, my sweet, gay Minister showman!! I really haven't done much for him lately -- I so need to fix that! If nothing else, Jacko and Lala’s friendship owns my heart!! 🥰💚

In the meantime, though...headcanons for my dear Jackson!

Resident charmer Jackson had his fair share of admirers at Hogwarts, many of them female. Jackson's first real crush, however, ended up being on his future husband and one true love, Montelimar "Monty" Bloom -- all of Jackson's friends can testify that Jackson is absolutely insufferable, when it comes to expressing that affection. Jackson would gush about Monty's talents, accomplishments, and best traits quite frequently even before he came out of the closet, and once Jackson and Monty became a thing, all gloves were off. Jackson never fails to verbally express his complete adoration and respect for his significant other, however much he still feels self-conscious showing physical affection in public. @cursebreakerfarrier

At school Jackson was a very popular Quidditch commentator. He had such a flair for it that several scouts from the Quidditch League actually approached him about going professional after school, but by then, Jackson had already grown up enough that he knew he would do far more good at the Ministry of Magic. Jackson's favorable impression with the Quidditch League, though, later served him very well as a member of Minister Venusia Crickerly's support staff, whenever he'd have to work with the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Jackson's mother Cassandra -- not unlike Arthur Weasley -- finds a lot of charm in Muggle trinkets and baubles. One of her favorite things to collect are Muggle music boxes.

Jackson absolutely loathes American-style hot dogs. Even as Minister, he silently refused to indulge in any even when offered one at a meeting with the MACUSA's president, though of course he merely feigned lack of hunger and smiled and charmed his way through the entire press conference to try to draw attention away from his disdain for the food being served.

Jackson never got to meet Gellert Grindelwald in person, but he did actually receive a note from Grindelwald at one point during the war against him, "appealing" to Jackson that they were more alike than he thought -- that the world had both done them wrong, and they could remake the world anew much more easily if they worked together, rather than against each other. Grindwelwald even ended the note by cheekily inviting Jackson to attend his upcoming rally in Paris. Jackson was so offended by the message that he strode across the sitting room to the fireplace, chucked the letter in the roaring fire, and then settled himself down into his husband Montelimar's lap so he could cuddle with him for the next hour.

After Jackson was returned home to his mother after being kidnapped by his father, his maternal grandfather Everard took a very strong liking to Jackson. Being a Slytherin himself, Everard passed down an old class ring of his emblazoned with the Slytherin serpent down to Jackson, as both a graduation gift and a blessing of his relationship with Monty. Everard also thinks very highly of Jackson's best friend, Adelia Selwyn -- he solely credits her for Jackson being rescued from his Muggle conman father and returned to his family, which is a debt he thinks will never be fully repaid. @thatravenpuffwitch

Even if Jackson is very charming and by and large dislikes violence, that doesn't mean he can't be kind of immature, when it comes to dealing with fights. He will absolutely sass someone's face off or give them a good verbal lashing, even if they're about ready to blast a wall open, whether out of flat-out amusement or just to "stick it" to them. This is especially true if the person is someone Jackson already doesn't like -- it doesn't matter if that person is twice Jackson's size with muscles the size of melons; Jackson's going to dance around them taunting them anyway, just to rile them up. There have been more than a few times where either husband Monty has had to play knight in shining armor and come to Jackson's rescue or friend Orla Atkinson has had to swoop in to kick the person's arse before they murder Jackson in cold blood. @nightmaresart

Jackson's first familiar was a black cat named Lenore, named after the poem by one of his favorite authors, Edgar Allen Poe. After Lenore died, Jackson was so utterly heartbroken that a week or so later, Adelia surprised him with a brand-new, bright-white kitten, who Jackson named Odo. Odo is a male version of the name "Odette," the main character from the ballet Swan Lake.

As Minister, Jackson developed a very good relationship with the French Ministry of Magic, thanks in part to his knowledge of French through his husband Monty and in part to his overall charm and charisma. The French Ministry was incredibly disappointed by Jackson's successor, Hector Fawley, who they considered both far less talented and far more boring.

One of Jackson's happiest memories working for the Ministry was being able to visit the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary and actually being able to handle and feed some of their residents. Jackson was even able to ride one of them -- a one-eyed Antipodean Opal Eye there called Lukas -- much to his ever-lasting glee. He even sent a picture of himself with the dragon in question to his old school friend Siobhan Llewellyn, just to share how over the moon he was about finally being able to ride a dragon. @kc-and-co

Jackson loves spoiling his friends with gifts, but he also will sometimes express his generous nature in softer ways, such as magically mending some of Orla's injuries after a fight or offering to pin up Siobhan's hair before she enters a formal school event. He's particularly prone to fixing his male friends' ascots or collars -- when he does it with his husband Monty, the gesture is always rather sexually charged, since Jackson often can't help himself from whispering about how much he can look forward to helping Monty "loosen up" later.

After Jackson's death, a collection of the poetry he wrote is found in his husband Monty's old file cabinet. That collection of poetry is eventually reprinted and published post-mortem, under the title of one of Jackson's earliest poems -- Forever in Bloom.

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #jackson knightly #about jackson #montelimar bloom #adelia selwyn #orla atkinson #siobhan llewelyn #gellert grindelwald

[carewyncromwell]

Inspired by @kathrynalicemc doing this…vote for your favorite ship for my MC’s, if you want? I’m honestly just curious to see! 😅 💚

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphl #hpma #polls

[carewyncromwell]

“I know you must disapprove, my Montelimar. My dear Lia’s husband already does...it seems ‘Master Arthur’ views my decision as short-sighted and small-minded. A rather rich sentiment, coming from a Gryffindor alumnus...”

“Jackson. Teddy’s a very amiable chap, and your best friend’s husband besides. Don’t say something you’ll regret later.”

“...You’re right, of course. (sighs) It’s just...ugh! It’s not a choice I’m happy making, Montelimar, you have to know that. But...but the fall-out from allowing witches and wizards to fight the Muggles’ War using magic...that could set a dangerous precedent! How could our Obliviators hope to modify every single Muggle memory, if we allowed our citizens to fly into battle on dragons and broomsticks? To take out German U-boats wearing Bubble-Head Charms and riding on the backs of kelpies? To slash down helpless Muggle combatants in the thousands with well-aimed Killing Curses? Even to heal those soldiers Muggle medicine can’t save with potions and elixirs? If we expose ourselves like this -- make our presence known, in the height of such a conflict...how could the Muggles possibly take that, except with fear? Seeing the kind of power we have at our disposal...what world power wouldn’t take advantage of that, if they could? And if we Brits help our fellows among the Muggle army, what of the French? Will they do the same? And the Germans? Will we have to go to war with German wizards, the same as the Muggles, for no reason at all? The Muggles got into this jam because their monarchs tangled themselves up in this web of alliances and treaties -- ones neither those Muggles nor we had any say in! Are we just expected to fight this War for them? When we feel no animosity whatsoever toward Germany or the wizards who live there? And then what? When the dust settles...how could we possibly rebuild? The Statute of Secrecy would be in tatters -- the whole structure of our entire society would be in tatters. The value of the Galleon would plummet -- all relations with the other magical governments of Europe would be destroyed...and worst of all, the Muggles would know of our existence! I can’t imagine a scenario where they would react positively to their entire worldview being so dramatically upset -- to there being this entire society hiding under their noses in plain sight the whole time, who could rewrite their memories and kill any one of them with just a word! Just as I’m certain we would, if the Muggles ever developed a science powerful enough to rival magic! ...I know that people want to help their families, and I know they think I don’t care, but...but I just can’t give them that approval, as Minister. I can’t.”

“...”

“...Are you angry with me, Montelimar?”

“No, Jackson. I’m just frustrated. Frustrated that you’ve been put in a position where there are no good answers.”

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referencing Montelimar Bloom, Teddy Ellison @cursebreakerfarrier, and Adelia Selwyn-Ellison @thatravenpuffwitch​ xoxo

Was in a Jackmon mood thanks to these two OC asks directed at Jackson, so I decided to indulge a bit...GOD, do I love these two so much!! 💚💙

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #aesthetic #jackson knightly #montelimar bloom #other people's mcs #teddy ellison #adelia selwyn #yeah I've decided I will actually give jackson facial hair toward the end of his life #which is actually kind of a retcon on my part as I imagined jackson not being the type XD #what can I say lord asriel does really work for minister!jackson visually

[carewyncromwell]

✨🌟 for dear Jackson, Bat and Carey-bear?

🌟 = Who is your muse’s favorite family member, why?

Jackson actually becomes rather fond of his maternal grandfather, Everard Knightly. The elderly gentleman had secretly always wanted a son, but he had more than made peace with that wish not coming true after having only daughters, only to end up with the son he never thought he'd have through his youngest, Cassandra. And that grandson ended up embodying the very best of Cassandra (namely her untamed, optimistic spirit) as well as great intellect, ambition, humor, and a genuine caring for other people...plus he ended up in Everard's alma mater, Slytherin house! So after Everard retracts Cassandra's disownment and Jackson is returned to her, the old man dotes on Jackson to no end, introducing his grandson to all sorts of high-society witches and wizards, so as to help him achieve his lofty aspirations.

Bat was always rather close to his mum, Nell Harker, in large part because his father was in the British Navy and died when Bat was young. Nell and Bat are also similar when it comes to their personalities and values -- Nell was always very active in church, but she also was intellectual enough that she strongly encouraged Bat to chase Enlightenment-esque ideas such as tolerance, independence, and understanding the universe’s design. Unlike Bat’s father Jonny, who had been a Gryffindor type who esteemed glory and always imagined his son would become someone great, Nell had a more practical and down-to-earth approach to raising Bat, and as much as he does love and miss his father, Bat ultimately favored his mother’s smaller-scale ambitions to his father’s grander ones. 

Carewyn's favorite family member is her brother Jacob, followed very, VERY closely by her mum, Lane. Thanks to their shared Legilimency potential, Jacob almost instantly seemed to understand Carewyn in a way no one else did, so he always knew what Carewyn wanted or needed before everyone else and could very easily help her get it. If Carewyn was tired, Jacob immediately picked her up and pulled her aside to put her down for a nap. If Carewyn couldn’t reach something, Jacob either picked her up so she could or fetched it himself. And once Carewyn had grown enough that she could start communicating too, Jacob encouraged it to the nth degree, having full conversations with her in baby talk to entertain both himself and Carewyn. Lane taught Carewyn so much and always gave her a lot of encouragement, but Jacob was Carewyn’s first friend and confidante in the world, and he has inspired her more than anyone else. 

✨ = How important is family to your muse?

For Jackson? Honestly, not that important. His loved ones are important, yes, but his family’s never been as close as others, in large part because his mother rebelled against her family when she was young, to the point that his grandparents disowned her when she married his father. And even now that the rift has been mended, Jackson is still much closer to his other half Monty @cursebreakerfarrier and his “found family” of friends like Adelia @thatravenpuffwitch than he is his biological family. 

Family wasn’t that important to Bat until after he fell in love with Loretta. He was always close to his mother, yes, but after coming to the realization of how much he wanted to start a life with Loretta, the thought of starting a family with her -- of being a father and of teaching his own children everything he knows -- really took root. It’s part of the reason he was so heartbroken when his vampirism made him unable to ever see Loretta again or meet his daughter Irene, and why he (by extension) distanced himself from everyone else for so long. That broken dream shaped Bat more than he’ll admit to most others, and it made him cherish the found family he discovered as a vampire, as well as made him subconsciously cherish his loved ones that bit more in his second life as Robert Bellamy. 

When it comes to Carewyn’s immediate family, i.e. Jacob, Lane, her ward Erik, her other-half Orion, and honorary step-daughter Eos, nothing is more important to Carewyn. She will put them -- and the friends she’s made who are close enough to be considered family like Chiara, Talbott, and the Weasleys -- before anything else, including herself. But she also puts considerable distance between herself and that immediate family and her extended family, the Cromwell Clan, for pretty obvious reasons. Blaise Cromwell, after taking over as head of the family with the death of Charles, is persistent in trying to exert some level of control over Carewyn and reintegrating her, Jacob, and Lane back “into the fold,” but is unsuccessful, with Lane only treating him with detachment, Jacob with open hostility, and Carewyn with coldly forced cordiality. 

Family Ask!

#carewyn cromwell #bartholomew varney #jackson knightly #about jackson #about bartholomew #about carewyn #jacob cromwell #blaise cromwell #lane cromwell #loretta harker #montelimar bloom #adelia selwyn #family ask

[carewyncromwell]

💋 for Jackson x Monty??!!

Jackson was terrified of admitting his budding feelings for Monty, even to himself. His desire to escape his conflicted feelings prompted him to drink more at school parties. It took a while for anyone to realize something was wrong since Jackson is a showman first-and-foremost and always tries to put on a charming, amiable face and he's also always been a rather happy drunk. The people who first sussed out something was wrong were -- naturally -- Monty and Jackson's BFF Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch. And when Jackson ended up in the Hospital Wing with alcohol poisoning, Adelia immediately confronted Jackson about his drinking, while Monty tried to pacify her and come at the problem more gently. But Monty's instinct to protect Jackson, even when it wasn't completely warranted, made Jackson more emotional than ever, and he turned into his adder Animagus form and slithered right out of the Hospital Wing.

Monty finally found Jackson up in the Astronomy Tower, a bottle of firewhiskey in hand. After trying to come at the situation gently and getting a full showman-worthy act of being "just fine, just having normal post-Hogwarts anxieties" in response, the Ravenclaw confronted Jackson a bit more seriously, grabbing onto the smaller man and telling him how incredibly worried he was about him. That's when the exchange got a bit more strained.

"Jackson, please -- I know something's wrong. And I want to help you. ...You have to know I care about you. How much I've...always cared about you."

"Stop."

"What?"

"...Just...stop caring about me, my friend. Reckon we'd both be much better off."

Even though Jackson was still smiling, there was a notable tenseness to it, and he'd turned away to avoid Monty's eyes. It made Monty more concerned that ever.

"'Better off?'"

"Yes. All of the condescending looks shot our way -- the knowing smirks, the silent judgment-- all the rumors swirling around us, how we talk, how we interact when no one else is around...it'll only wreck both of our futures. I can't hope to advance in the Ministry, if everyone's gossiping about my social life. You can't very well make your family proud if everyone is giving you the side-eye. Can't very well continue the family line without making a proper match with a lady of good breeding. Can't very well advance in the academic world if you're known more as 'Professor Bugger' than 'Professor Bloom'..."

The words were like knives in Monty's chest, .

"Is that what this is about? Jackson...is this why you've been drinking so heavily? Because you were upset about this? Because...of us?"

"There is no 'us,' Monty."

"There will always be an 'us,' Jackson. Even if not the way I want there to be...the way I...think you want there to be too."

All of the light had left Jackson's eyes. It's like he'd shut down.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do."

"Then stop thinking it. Stop feeling it, stop...feeling whatever it is you're feeling. Discard it and find something better, out in the real world."

"I can't. And I won't. ...I love you, Jackson. I always have."

The confession seemed to have hurt Jackson more than he could properly express. His expression appeared more torn and distraught than Monty had ever seen it, and because of the alcohol, his emotions were big enough that he lashed out. He said a lot of things he didn't mean -- that he felt nothing but platonic friendship for Monty, that he was no such delinquent that he'd be attracted to other men, that he fully intended to marry a well-respected lady after Hogwarts, and that Monty should do the same -- but Monty could tell that Jackson didn't mean any of it: that it was an expression of fear and inner turmoil, more than anything sincere. And so, in the midst of Jackson's flurry of excuses, Monty couldn't stop himself from grabbing Jackson's shoulders and steering him around a bit more roughly than he meant to, so as to force Jackson to look at him. He held Jackson's chin in his hands, holding it mere inches from his own face.

For once, the smaller Slytherin man's face was red for more reasons than just the alcohol.

"Monty, please...I..."

His objections were eroding away despite his best efforts, the longer he stared into Monty's eyes. Jackson's ocean-blue eyes were rippling with longing and desire he tried in vain to repress. The sight was too much for Monty to take -- and in an instant, he'd closed the space between them and covered Jackson's lips with his own.

That first kiss lasted longer than either of them had imagined it would, in large part due to the two men only pausing to come up for air before diving back into the abyss of lust, adoration, and worship that came with burying their hands in each other's hair, trailing their hands along each other's cheeks and necks, pressing their bodies against each other's, and clutching at each other's shirts and faces.

Send me a 💋 + a pairing and I’ll tell you about their first kiss!

#god I love them ;~; #jackson knightly #montelimar bloom #my writing #other people's mcs #adelia selwyn

[carewyncromwell]

May i have 9 & 20 for all your ships? I just cant choose i love them too much (insert heart eyes)

Oh gosh! All of my ships! *deep breath* Okay -- let's go!

9. Have they made each other cry?

Carewyn/Orion ~ Carewyn couldn't keep the tears out of her eyes when she found out that Orion has the same Patronus as her. She'd been so conflicted about her growing feelings, so seeing that their souls were truly that alike was so powerful of a thought that she never had trouble conjuring a Patronus again.

Jacob/Ashe ~ Jacob was inconsolable both when he found out Ashe had died and when Ashe passed on to the next life post-Vaults. His tears on both occasions could've filled an ocean.

Erik/Roxy @mira-shard ~ I could see Roxy getting kind of teary when awkward turtle Erik proposes marriage. Particularly since he'd lean into his inner-Mr. Darcy and give a rather sincere speech confirming the extent of his feelings, even if Erik by nature is much more mind over heart.

Ana/Charlie @drinkyoursoupbitch ~ Sadly, both of these two did make each other cry, and it wasn't just out of joy. Before they got together, there was a very bad misunderstanding between them (classic third-act-misunderstanding, if one looks at the "chick flick" formula these two write out with their romance, LOL), where Ana was controlled by the Imperius Curse by some blood supremacists and Charlie was left wondering if she'd really do those things or not. The true root of the miscommunication, though, had to do with Ana resisting Charlie's friendship for so long only to abruptly stop writing to him out of the blue -- which in truth was because Ana had developed romantic feelings for Charlie and had trouble watching him talk about other girls. Once the two talked everything out, though, and Ana for once was the one chasing after Charlie rather than the other way around, their tears were a lot happier.

Jackson/Monty @cursebreakerfarrier ~ No, unless you count the times Jackson gets watery-eyed whenever Monty does anything particularly sweet.

Bat/Grim @cursebreakerfarrier ~ Grim has never made Bat cry, no -- though there was one significant time that he cried because he was so overwhelmed by the knowledge that he could embrace Grim with no repercussions. I also see both of them crying in the Reincarnation AU when they finally put together their real connection. Sadly I do see two ccasion where Bat made Grim cry -- the first, in their first lives, when he was murdered in Hogsmeade; the second, in their second lives, at the start of their sixth year. Grim's father discovers a letter for his son from Bat, sees that it's a name he doesn't recognize and deduces he's a Muggle-born, and orders Grim to write a letter back telling Bat to not contact him again. Grim reluctantly agrees, but thinks he can explain to Bat later that they can just talk at school, but that his father just can't know they're friends. Bat, however, doesn't take it well. When they return to school, Bat completely detaches from Grim and treats him as coldly as a stranger -- when Grim tries to figure out why, Bat actually shows a bit of cold temper, saying that he may have had no friends growing up, but even he knows his own worth enough to know that he deserves better than a friend who won't stand by him the way he always has his friends. Grim's made it clear what's important to him, he says coldly -- his father's approval means the most to him, and if Bat is such a burden that their friendship will get in the way of winning that approval, then he'll just stop being his friend. Grim was utterly heartbroken when Bat left him alone in the commonroom at the end of that conversation and he couldn't hold back the tears streaming down his face.

Ru/Estrid @thatravenpuffwitch ~ Estrid cried pretty hard when Ru died. Ru cried pretty hard themselves when they were recording their final message to Estrid, Galen, and Siobhan @kc-and-co, thinking of how their friends would be without them.

Farid/Reva @lifeofkaze ~ Both of them got pretty emotional when they came clean to each other about their feelings -- Reva got choked up (and kind of aggravated) when Farid admitted he felt romantic feelings for her after how long she’d stayed quiet about it, convinced he didn’t feel the same way, while Farid got choked up when Reva said that yes, she could see them getting married someday (which communicated to him just how deep her feelings were and made him feel SUCH relief because his were that deep too!!). I also see Farid crying pretty hard when Reva gave birth to their first child, out of joy, of course. He just couldn’t believe he was really a daddy!! 😭

Ed/Regulus ~ Sadly, yes. Regulus cried inconsolably when Ed broke things off between them. Ed, who normally never cries, was just as inconsolable when he found out Regulus had died.

20. What is a promise they have made to each other?

Carewyn/Orion ~ Carewyn's to Orion is on the ring she gave him, when they had their legal partnership ceremony -- "I will always fight for us." (Orion’s wasn’t a promise, but an affirming statement about his partner, namely the magical creatures he associated with her over the years they knew each other: “Snidget, Firecrab, Phoenix, Abraxan.”)

Jacob/Ashe ~ Ashe has promised to look after Carewyn in the past, for Jacob.

Erik/Roxy ~ Erik has promised to protect Roxy on more than one occasion.

Ana/Charlie ~ Both of them promised to have better communication, after they patched things up after their misunderstanding and got together as a couple.

Jackson/Monty ~ I see Jackson and Monty each writing their own custom wedding vows (both written in French! Jacko needed a bit of help to manage that, but it made Monty so friggin’ proud), and one promise they both made to each other was “Je promets de t'aimer pour toujours” -- “I promise to love you forever.”

Bat/Grim ~ In their second lives set in the Golden Era, Grim promised Bat as the Second Wizarding War was getting worse that he wouldn’t leave Bat’s side, no matter how dangerous things got. 💙

Ru/Estrid ~ When Estrid lost her grandfather, she in the height of grief was convinced that Ru would leave, if she set them free. When she removed their “bridle,” though, thoroughly convinced that they’d hightail it away, Ru stubbornly stayed and promised that they would not leave her, bridle or no. 

Farid/Reva ~ The promises these two made to each other largely came down to trying to be flexible and accommodating for the other’s sake -- Reva wanting to respect Farid’s Muslim beliefs and Farid wanting to respect Reva’s Quidditch career and more progressive views. 

Ed/Regulus ~ The last time they saw each other, Regulus swore to Ed that he’d love no one else as long as he lived. As much as Ed said that he was certain he’d never love anyone the way he did Regulus, however, he also said he could see no way that they could ever be together. 

OTP Ask!

#otp ask #...can I just tag everybody here?? LMAO #now you see why i have the tag 'oh boy here i go' on my home blog #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #anastasia read #charlie copper #erik apollo #roxanni kim #bartholomew varney #atticus grimsley #jackson knightly #montelimar bloom #ru ollivander

[carewyncromwell]

🖊️for Jackson, Bat and Carey-bear?<3

🖊 Jackson Knightly

While he was Minister, Jackson received more than a few written and verbal threats. Some of them were from people who hated his stance against wizards getting involved in World War I, but the more dangerous ones came about after he spoke candidly in a press conference about his concerns regarding Grindelwald's "greater good" philosophy. Jackson had started keeping tabs on Gellert Grindelwald ever since he'd caught wind that he may have stolen a priceless and powerful wand from renown wandmaker and casual friend, Mykew Gregorovitch, and Grindelwald's delusions of grandeur did not sit well with Jackson, who greatly distrusted and disavowed the thought process that wizards should come out of hiding so that they could use their power to "rule over" the Muggles. In the press conference in question, Jackson asserted that --

"I was kidnapped by a Muggle at the age of nine -- taken from my mother across the sea and forced to work under that man for years like an indentured servant, with my magic being treated as a commodity that could line that man's pockets. It was a Witch that found me, and 'twere Wizards that saved me from that life that was my prison. I, perhaps more than most, have more than enough reason to hate Mugglekind, for what that one Muggle did to me. And yet I do not -- for that man who stole me was also the man who I was named for. The man who sired me. And as much as I despise the man and am grateful beyond words that he no longer knows my face, if he is still living...I have not forgotten where I come from, nor have I forgotten the many, many Muggles who were taken advantage of, just as I was, by my Muggle father's vindictive cons. And I see this same vindictive con being played out by the man called Gellert Grindelwald -- playing to Wizardkind's vulnerable emotions, in order to advance himself. We are not victims in hiding -- the Statute of Secrecy was a choice our Kind made, centuries ago, of our own free will. If one means to debate the efficacy of the Statute, so be it -- but I abhor the thought that Grindelwald means to rip it and our entire way of life down wholesale, while preaching about freedom."

Jackson received a total of thirty threatening Howlers and several poisoned or cursed packages over that next month. It was something that greatly troubled his husband Monty @cursebreakerfarrier, however proud he was of Jackson for standing up to Grindelwald's growing influence.

🖊 Bartholomew "Bat" Varney / Robert Harker

Upon learning his wife Loretta was pregnant, Robert (later called "Bat") exchanged several letters with her about what names would be suitable. Although Loretta suggested naming the baby after her husband if it were a boy and the baby's paternal grandmother if it were a girl, Robert was opposed to the idea -- his own father, Jonny Harker, had been the third "Jonathan" in his family, and he'd actively broken that tradition when naming Robert, and Robert wanted to do the same, so that their child never had to feel like they were in anyone's shadow. So the two names the couple decided on were Benedict (meaning "blessed") and Irene (meaning "peace"). The second ended up winning out when Loretta gave birth to a beautiful dark-haired daughter, who would go on to attend Hogwarts, have a successful career at the Ministry, and marry into the Abbott family.

🖊 Carewyn Cromwell

Although Carewyn's most common nickname becomes "Carey" amongst her friends and Jacob of course nearly always calls her "Pip" or "Pippa," Carewyn's first nickname -- given to her by her mother -- was Winnie. "Winnie" as a name had special emotional significance for Lane, since her first pet (co-owned with her best friend, Judy Castine, while at Hogwarts) was a yellow tabby cat named Winnie, after the popular Muggle children's book teddy bear, Winnie the Pooh. Even Judy frequently refers to Jacob and Carewyn by Lane's nicknames for them, "Jay" and "Winnie," in her correspondence with Lane. After the Cromwell Clan takes an active interest in recruiting Jacob and Carewyn to R, Lane's siblings end up taking on the "Winnie" nickname for Carewyn as well, most notably Carewyn's uncle Blaise, who becomes attached to the point of possessiveness to his niece and nephew, the same way he is toward his son, Tristan. Carewyn greatly detests whenever her aunts Pearl and Claire or especially her uncle Blaise use her mother's nickname for her, thinking (pretty justifiably) that they have no right to act so familiar with her.

Send me a “🖊+an OC,“ and I will talk about that OC!

#oc ask #jackson knightly #about jackson #bartholomew varney #about bartholomew #carewyn cromwell #about carewyn #lane cromwell #blaise cromwell #montelimar bloom #loretta harker

[carewyncromwell]

“You'll always have my shoulder when you cry... I'll never let go, never say goodbye! You know you can count on me like one, two, three -- I'll be there... And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two, And you'll be there, 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah...”

~“Count on Me” by Bruno Mars

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Happy belated birthday to @thatravenpuffwitch! For your gift, I decided to draw our ultimate BFF duo -- my capricious, overdramatic showman, Jackson Knightly, and your sophisticated, calculating mastermind, Adelia Selwyn! 💚 (Jackson’s outfit is based on this look, while Adelia’s is based on this design!)

Of all of the fun MC relationships I’ve had a privilege to be attached to, the deeply loving platonic relationship between these two I just find so unbelievably special -- cherishing each other as much as they do their respective significant others and being closer to each other than their own families. When Jackson first came out of the closet, he feared Adelia’s rejection more than anything else, and he burst into tears upon her unconditional acceptance. Adelia chose Jackson both as her “man of honor” and as her escort down the aisle at her wedding. And both of them were always undoubtedly in each other’s thoughts every time one of them needed to conjure a Patronus, a fact made evident by how their Patronuses would glide around each other whenever they were both conjured in the same space. If they’d never collided, Jackson and Adelia’s lives undoubtedly would’ve been poorer, but in each other’s company, they truly brought out the very best in each other -- so when Jackson was elected Minister for Magic in 1912, the person he wanted to see most of all was his darling Addy. When Jackson and his husband Montelimar @cursebreakerfarrier​ stopped by the Selwyn-Ellison home for a visit, Jackson immediately threw open his arms and enveloped his first and best friend in the world in a tender embrace.

“I dreamt of New York last night.”

“New York?”

“Yes. The day we met, do you remember?”

“Of course I do. But why? I can’t remember the last time you dreamt of New York, or even brought it up.”

“I hardly know. Perhaps it was merely missing you -- perhaps it was returning to London and the smell of suffocating smoke and smog one can only find in the city. But whatever the reason -- returning to that day, after so long...we truly have come so far, haven’t we, Lia, my dear? Seen so much, done so much -- grown so much, since then.”

“We have certainly grown. Or, at least, you have -- I guess I should just be glad you don’t tower over me as much as Monty! ...But you’re right -- a lot has changed. And you’ve really come so far since then. I’ve really proud of you, Jackie.”

“...Mm, well...I’m not so much a fool to not know...that I wouldn’t have landed upon this roost, if you hadn’t been the wind under my wings. ...Thank you, my Addy -- for your faith.”

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #adelia selwyn #jackson knightly #my art #montelimar bloom #btw I was totally amused to realize how much taller jackson would be compared to addy #he's only 5'9 but when addy is 5'2 this is what happens LOL #oh well we all know it's the small ones you need to fear XDD #jackie loves his precious addy so very much #wub you erin dear!! xoxo