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flynndesdelca · 7 months

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For Day 2 (Favourite Character) of @chelltastic's Portal Drawtober 2023 Challenge. As I'm not really an artist, I chose to write short pieces for the prompts.

Everything was exactly as it needed to be. Atlas and P-Body were deconstructed and awaiting their next set of tests (or other demeaning tasks). The facility was humming along, the lines of construction and deconstruction just as they needed to be. A brief window of time in one day of the infinite number that stretched off to the horizon. Time that she felt that she could easily fill with testing, she decided, though not the sort that she normally desired. A different sort of testing, one that barely counted, but it counted in her mind and that was more than enough to be satisfying.

A moment of concentration. Clamps detached, walls flipped and shifted and turned, and rails creaked. A section of the roof of the chamber retracted, and a smaller room lowered itself down. She watched it creep down steadily, the speed of its descent and alignment of all of the panels that made it up footnotes in her mind. If anything there was slightly more care given to it, in order to ensure that the contents of said room were not unduly disturbed during their transportation. Anyone watching would likely not pick up on this, as GLaDOS moved any room with a precision and confidence born of years of experience.

At one point it had been a part of an atrium, an experimental greenhouse. Now it had been repurposed into a room that would stay warm, one that she could control the temperature of with ease. It stayed up high, where it could get natural light. That was important given that what was inside the room was alive. Outside of a handful of cunning and clever beasts that she hadn't had time to chase down yet - neurotoxin would easily take care of them, but due to their seeming capacity for intelligence there was some testing potential there that she wanted to try before she deemed them worthless flesh - these were the only other things that were alive in the entire facility. A secret, though there was no one there to keep it from.

She released the locks on the panels and the small room popped open. With several dissatisfied squawks, the three gangly looking birds flopped across the floor towards her. From what she understood they were at a stage of 'fledging' where they would slowly learn to fly and needed to learn to forage for food rather than simply be given it. Perfect for testing, really. Corvids were highly intelligent, after all, and these were her little killers in the making. It was only natural for them to start stretching their mental muscles as much as their physical ones. Now that they didn't need to eat mushed up proteins constantly they were much easier to feed, and to encourage to look for food outside of her.

She'd spent a bit of time planning a simple obstacle course for them, one with food cleverly hidden here and there along it. She quickly brought it up, connecting it to the bottom of the chamber, flipping up one of the panels nearby to give them access to it. One of them, the larger of the three - Mr. Chubby Beak, who had gotten the new name of Hematite once he had grown into his large beak - hopped over to take a peek curiously. The other two were content to stay near her, occasionally making odd noises that GLaDOS assumed were the normal types of sounds that juvenile corvids made.

"Go on," she directed. "I don't have your lunch. It's in there." She gestured towards it with her massive head. Hematite stared at her, then hopped over to join his siblings. "You're hopeless," she muttered. "Do I have to enforce your compliance?"

Enforce in this case simply meant drawing their attention with a bit of food. They were more than eager to pounce on the small trail of cubes of meat and seeds that she would drop down for them. They clustered around the small doorway as though considering what to do next. "That's where the rest of your food is," she advised. "If you want to eat, you'd better go in there."

The smaller of the three, Galena, looked up at her, then hopped back over to settle down right beneath her. The third sibling, Anthracite, followed after soon enough, rousing and shaking her tail. "Don't get comfortable!" GLaDOS muttered, peering down at the two fledglings. "You've got a lot of work to do, for science." She glanced at Hematite again, who was watching his two siblings. "At least Mr. Not-so-Chubby over there is considering his options."

At long last the crow hopped down the little steps and into the testing room. "Look at that. We know where all the testing acuity in your family went." The other two birds didn't seem to care at all, and Galena gaped at her instead, making a feeding call. "Oh no you don't," the supercomputer said sharply. "If you want to eat, you have to find it." Dropping down one of her mechanical claws she tapped at one of the panels near the entrance to their miniature test, which got Galena's attention. The little crow hopped over, peering down. Hematite was making some sort of noise, which was enough to draw Galena down into the maze as well. Satisfied that she’d gotten another one in there, she retracted the claw.

"Let me guess, you're the homebody," GLaDOS stated down at Anthracite. The bird didn't seem at all bothered by her words, though it was likely because she didn't understand that they were meant to be an insult. "Those two are going to eat all of your lunch, and you don't even care. You're sitting here while science weeps for a lack of participation. Do you enjoy making science cry?" Anthracite did indeed, it seemed, as she leaned her beak up to squawk something back at the robot above her. "You're going to have to go in there at some point. Why are you sitting here?"

No answer came, but that was to be expected. If anything, she was more used to not being talked back to. Anthracite knew where the food was, so when she decided she was hungry enough she'd go get it. In the meantime, the tiny fledgling seemed content to stay there, and while GLaDOS could easily startle her into the chamber, that only seemed like it would be building her up to turn on her later. The bird would of course remember such a slight. Anthracite roused again, her dull feathers fluffing out, and GLaDOS engaged her tongue-clicking processors (newly installed) to chastise the crow. "You're as lazy as Blue. Don't tell me that you're going to be lagging behind in Science Points as well once you get large enough to test properly..."

No answer again. That was fine, really. The young corvid stared back up at her again, bathed in the familiar yellow glow of the optic of the AI that she considered to be her parent.

#portal 2 #glados #glados' crows #portal drawtober 2023

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froggyplanet4269 · 1 year

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scissorloid but miku is ama and luka is mr chubby beaks (you are the only one who will understand this probably)

yes

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ohctranscripts · 2 years

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The Orbiting Human Circus Holiday Vacation

[Music starts, singing saw playing]

Narrator: ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Pari, not a creature was singing, not even a flea. The lights had been out in the great Eiffel Tower for the better part of nearly one half an hour. The tap-dancing mice nestled snug in their beds, while visions of Camembert pranced in their heads.

And the janitor dozed in his janitor’s cot, dreaming of radio shows and whatnot, when down from below there rose such an uproar, he sprang to his feet and ran straight for the backdoor. Onto the girders he flew like a cat, peered over the edge, and he thought, ‘What is that?’ The moon shining bright on the banks of the Seine dazzled his sleep-crusted eyes. Ah, but then…

What to his sleep-crusted eyes did come forth, but the Great Recitating Platypus of the North! He usually visits the ill and infirm, to cure their afflictions and banish their germs. But why had he come? No one was sick. Was the platypus playing the part of Saint Nick? The sack on his back made the janitor wonder: Was he bringing the cast and the crew yuletide plunder? Marching on leathery flippers he came, and he quacked and he shouted, and called them by name.

‘Now Laeticia, now Coco, now Mr. Chouinard! Now Jacques, now John Cameron, you saucy old cod! To the top of the tower, to the ballroom I go! Now, here I come, here I come, on with the show!’

Then as fast as a diva might fly off the handle, he soared like the flames of a lit roman candle, and up, up the tower the platypus flew, with a sack full of toys and a singing saw, too. The janitor turned and raced in like a blur, to the ballroom to witness what next would occur. As he entered and parted the red velvet drapes, he gasped when he saw the great platypus traipse onto the stage with his waddling feet, and the janitor turned quite as white as a sheet. His eyes growing glazed with a glossy enamel, at the sight of the magical egg-laying mammal. His fur—how it sparkled! His duck-bill, how charming! His feet like an otter’s, his face, how disarming! His humongous beaver tail wagged to and fro, and the top of his head was all dusted with snow.

The stump of a stoagie he held in his paw, much like the janitor’s own great-grandpa. He had a broad face and a prodigious torso that shook like a bowl full of jelly, but more so. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old beast, and though rather hairy, not unkempt in the least. A wink of his eye and a smile of his bill let the janitor know that he meant him no ill.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his duty and filled all the stockings with holiday booty. And laying his flipper aside of his beak, he zoomed out of the room like a great furry streak. The janitor watched as he sprang to the air, leaving no trace but a few tufts of hair.

But he heard him exclaim, ‘ere he shot out of sight, ‘The Orbiting Human Circus wishes you a good night!’

[Music]

[Christy Gressman introduction]

Julian: Hello. This is Julian Koster. Um… this song that you’re about to hear was recorded in my grandmother’s living room. Um, my grandmother was… [breathes in] in so many ways, my guardian angel, and she was, uh, oh boy, I think she’s one of the most special people ever to walk the face of the Earth. She was such an original thinker, an original human, and, um, I would take up the whole episode if I started talking about her. Uh… suffice to say that I miss her, um, very, very much, and, um, part of what makes this recording so special to me now is, is that it was recorded, um, in her living room, and, uh, it was recorded at holiday time, um, and… The other part that makes it so special to me, um, was that it was, of course, my uncle, uh, recording it on the accordion, playing it on the accordion, and, um, my uncle, uh, is also no longer with us in body. Um, but he is still with us in accordion, um, and, uh…

Which is very appropriate because my uncle very much lived through the accordion, uh, in large part, I’d say, um, one of my, uh, favorite things about my uncle, uh, his name was Evan Harlan, um, was, uh, that he would sometimes wear this big oven mitt, uh, around the house as a hat, so he’d have kind of this wonderful oven mitt hat on his head all the time and he’d be playing the accordion and sometimes improvising on the piano, uh…

So, this is a Klezmer song that he taught me, um, or I should say, taught North the singing saw, um, who accompanies him, and, uh, I guess if you want you can picture him with, uh, um, the big oven mitt on his head as a hat, ‘cause that’s how I like to picture him. But he was a really wonderful guy and, uh, uh, my grandma and my aunt were listening and, um, so here is the recording that was made, um, a long, long time ago, uh, of a song called ‘Hasidim Tons’. Thank you for listening, and, um, happy holidays, uh, to all of you.

[Accordion and singing saw playing]

[Background music starts, Christy Gressman message]

Narrator: And without further ado, we give you our feature presentation: First Night.

[Cafe ambient sounds in the background]

Speaker: I’m gonna tell you about this kid. So you know those places on Park Avenue, those—those beautiful mansions, like, you know, the Morgan Library, somethin’ like that. Well, this kid lived in one of those places. But he doesn’t even know he’s living in a mansion on Park Avenue, he’s that sheltered. All he knows is his aunt and his servants! This kid sees New York through a succession of windows. His big Park Avenue mansion, the windows of the limousine that takes him, on the rare occasions that they let him out of the house.

So this kid, Alastair, was like, six years—I don’t know, eight years old? The parents died in a car accident. The aunt’s got all these rules and regulations. It’s not like the aunt’s a bad person. She loved the kid. I mean, the kid was all she had. But you’d never know it by, by seeing the way she treated him. And of course, he’d never know.

Okay, so it’s Christmas Eve, and she’s gonna bring out the box. Now, the box, once a year, it’s like a ceremony, they open up the safe, they bring out the box, and to the kid, the box seems like it’s magic! This is the one thing that his aunt is gonna actually touch! She opens up the box. What’s in the box?

Beautiful, glass things that are gonna hang on the friggin’ tree. And—and the thing about these ornaments are… I don’t know, it’s probably, you know, the father’s, or the father’s father’s, or… obviously it’s been passed down through the family, and it means somethin’ to her. I mean, she don’t even let the servants touch them! They do everything around the house, but not this, not on Christmas Eve.

Okay, so now, the ornaments are out, and they bring in a ladder, and the aunt gets on the ladder! I mean, this is the only work she does all year! She gets on the ladder and starts hanging these little glass ornaments. And god forbid you get near one of these things, she’ll rip your head off! And with each glass ornament she puts up there, it’s like she’s melting. It’s like this ice queen, little by little, is thawing out.

And when she’s finally got that last ornament up, she looks over her work, and she exhales and she says, ‘Now, it’s Christmas.’ And that’s the one moment every year that the kid, Alastair, lives for.

And there’s one more thing. One year, she actually let the kid out of the house, and they drove to Herald Square, and I think it was, uh… I don’t think—I don’t think it was Macy’s, I think it was Gimbles. And they’re shopping in Gimbles, and the kid looks up, and who’s there—Santa Claus!

And she actually let the kid get in the line and wait there with other kids his age. And after maybe fifteen, twenty minutes, finally it was his turn.

So little Alastair sits down on Santa’s lap and what does Santa say to the kid? ‘You’re a good boy.’ That’s it! ‘You’re a good boy.’ Just ‘you’re a good boy.’ And the funny thing is that no one has ever told Alastair that he was a good boy. No one.

So you could see why Christmas is everything to this kid!

So they brought in this huge, huge Christmas tree every year. The favorite thing this kid could do is to climb under this massive tree and just… be next to all the presents. Now, the kid’s gotta sneak and get under there because the aunt has been telling him a million times, ‘Don’t go near the tree! Don’t go near the tree!’ But he’s small so he can get in there and he does it every year.

So this kid’s under the tree now and something’s not right, he’s feelin’ woozy and he knows he’s not supposed to be under the tree to begin with. So the kid gets up, loses his balance, and he knocks into the tree, and this is one of those big rich-people trees!

And the thing comes falling down and it just smashes every ornament, every ornament on that thing! And he’s standing there and the aunt is—is sputtering, and she’s making these wheezing sounds.

She says, ‘You ruined Christmas!’ And she sends him to bed.

On Christmas Eve, no less!

And he drifts off to sleep, but it’s a fevered sleep, and the aunt’s not heartless. Se goes and feels his head and it’s burning, and she feels horrible. The kid has got a hundred three degrees fever! And she’s a rich person, what does she do? She calls in a medical team. The doctors and nurses say, ‘Yeah, the kid is really sick!’ and she’s got a problem.

So he’s laying in bed, hundred three degree fever, he’s having these horrible dreams that maybe he did actually ruin Christmas, and he actually dreams that his aunt let him go and play with some kids, and he goes out and starts playin’ with the kids, and they all turn on him! They shun him, ‘cause he’s the kid that ruined Christmas!

And he wakes up in a cold sweat. It’s five A.M. in the morning. He wants his Christmas! He’s still in kind of a feverish state and he just kinda walks into the living room and instead of seeing the tree, he sees all this weird medical equipment, and there’s no Christmas there, and he doesn’t know what’s goin’ on.

Goes downstairs, he opens up the door to the mansion, and he looks out, and there in the gutter is his Christmas tree and all the ornaments. He goes out, which takes a lotta guts for this kid, and there’s all these Christmas trees laying in the street like garbage. And he thinks it’s all his fault!

And now he’s really gone crazy, and he starts walkin’ a couple of blocks away and he goes past an all-night diner. And there’s a guy outside and he’s taking down all the Christmas decorations and the wreaths and everything. And the kid goes up to him and he says, ‘What are you doing? It’s Christmas!’

And the guy goes, ‘Christmas is over, kid! Good riddance!’ and he looks at him and he says, ‘Where’s your mother?’

Kid runs off, and now he starts wandering around the city, and this kid has never done that before. And he turns into an alley and what does he see?

A guy’s laying there, passed out, filthy, cold, shivering, curled up in a fetal position, and the kid looks and he goes, ‘It’s Santa Claus!’

Okay. The thing is, it’s December 29th. The kid has been sick, he’s been sedated, for four days! But he thinks it’s Christmas morning, and the kid thinks he’s found Santa Claus passed out in an alley, and he thinks it’s his fault, he put him there!

But what he’s really found is me.

Y’know, most of the derelicts wind up on the Bowery, but hey, I love Times Square.

So I wake up, and what do I find? There’s a blanket on me. There’s a hamburger from Meatix and an orange-aid. Now I don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on, but I ate half the hamburger, I pulled the blanket over me, and I went back to sleep.

So I wake up again, what’s there? Breakfast! What the hell is going on?

And then I find the note.

I can’t—hardly read it, it’s like a crazy person wrote it. It says, ‘The world needs you. We all need you.’

And it… [inhales] and this kid comes out, and he’s talkin’ to me, he’s pleading with me, and I can’t make out head or tail of what this guy’s sayin’. This kid keeps on apologizing to me! ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’

And suddenly it dawns on me. This kid thinks I’m Santa Claus!

I mean, yeah, I got the white beard, but I’m a Jew!

And I also realize that this kid has been running around stealing stuff for me. And I’m lookin’ at him, and, hey, to me he doesn’t look right. He’s pale, he’s sweating, the kid’s sick!

So I asked the kid where he lives, and he keeps apologizing! ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’ But I gotta get this kid home. And he keeps telling me to go home, to the North Pole!

And he’s getting flushed, and I realize that he’s, like, passing out. And I take him around a corner to the 18th precinct and I lay him on the steps, I ring the bell, and I run. I mean, I—I just don’t like police stations.

So I get back to my cardboard box and, for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about this kid. And the next morning, I look at the Daily Mirror, and there’s this big headline—‘Runaway Rich Kid Found’, and there’s his picture on the cover of the Daily Mirror!

And there’s a picture of where the kid lives, and it’s that big mansion on Park Avenue, and it says in the story that the kid might not make it.

And look, I know you can’t believe all the shit you read in the paper, so I find myself walkin’ over to Park Avenue. I go to the servant’s entrance, of course, and I knock.

So the head of the kitchen answers the door, she thinks I came for a handout and I tell her my story, and now she thinks I’m here for a really big handout. So she goes to get the aunt, but meanwhile, I’m grilling the other servants to find out how the kid is, and they tell me that the kid is in some delirium and he just keeps talking about Christmas, Christmas, and no one understands.

So I split.

Now, I got a brother-in-law in Jersey City. He does demolition and stuff like that. So I get on a train and go out there, I go to his house, I get cleaned up a little bit, and I do a day’s work.

And I go to one of those, y’know, costume shops they have there, and I say to the guy, ‘You got a Santa costume?’

And what do you know, it’s half price!

So I change into the thing right there on the shop, I get on the bus, and everybody’s lookin’ at me like I’m just crazy! And I’m giving ‘em all the finger!

So I march right up to the house and knock on the door of the servant’s entrance. I demand to see the aunt. She looks distraught. And I tell her I need to see the kid, and I don’t even wait for an answer, I go find where he is. So I go up to him and I put on my best Santa voice and I tell him I’m gonna go straight to the North Pole and I’m gonna bring Christmas back, and I tell the kid everything he wants to hear.

And the aunt is in the doorway the whole time, and she’s watching this. She turns around and she runs off and she grabs every servant in the house, and all of a sudden, she’s like Stalin. She’s giving out orders to everybody. She’s got the whole place in an uproar, and in five minutes, she’s got them bringing in a tree.

And she makes a Christmas for that kid, like you would not believe!

She makes a Christmas for that kid.

And I slip out the back door.

The kid got better.

[Music]

John: Broadcasting from the top of the Eiffel Tower, the Orbiting Human Circus of the Air!

[Ending music, Christy Gressman message]

Laeticia: [Singing] silent night, holy night…

[Jacques and Pierre join in]

All is calm, all is bright…

[Vocalizing in the background]

Bright young virgin mother and child.

Holy infant so tender and mild.

Sleep in heavenly peace.

Merry Christmas, happy holidays from the Orbiting Human Circus!

Laeticia: I hope it’s snowing where you are!

Pierre: Get some mistletoe.

Jacques: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa…

Lily: Yule.

Jacques: Yule!

Laeticia: And solstice!

Pierre: Oh, yeah, solstice. Don’t forget about that.

Jacques: Winter solstice. Oh yeah. Eat good food, whatever!

Julian: Happy holidays!

[Music]

#tohc #ohc #tohcota #ohcota #transcript

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cherripups · 2 years

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those are her kids!!!!!!!!! what

#queueing this because its literally almost 6 in the morning and im not letting this be buried im really proud of the first drawing #cherrydraws #portal #portal 2 #glados #crow #mr chubby beak

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tracfone · 11 months

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Happy father’s day to chell portalgun, who must bear the responsibility of the actual “nurturing” part of taking care of 5 kids

#portal #chell #chelldos #(implied. lol)#mr. chubby beak #if she was verbal she would teach the birds swear words. peak parenting A+#just realized people might think it strange i call her a dad…uhhh…anyone can be a dad if you just ✨believe✨#girldad moments. whatever

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icicledream-archive · 3 years

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14 years of portal and i’ve only been a fan for like. 4 months. this is so sad. time to get emo in the tags

#hoo hoo!#im also sad that i didnt know so i dont have any art for this :[ Maybe Next Year...#anyways happy fucking portal day oh my god #like i said ive only been a fan for 4 months but the games mean so much to me already #ough im about to cry #i dont like calling things perfect bc perfection is realistically not possible. but these games?#theyre definitely close #like real fucking close #aaaa there's the waterworks im cryin #theyre so good THEYRE SO GOOD IM EMO #i love chell i love wheatley i love companion cube i love turret i love spacey i love rick i love fact i love atlas i love pbody #i lvoe rocket turret i love weighted storage cube i love edgeless safety cube i love mr chubby beak i love the other 2 nameless birds #i love cave i guess. i love caroline #i love GLADOS!!!!!!!#wish i had like Better Words other than 'OH GAME GOOD!!!!'#but these games genuinely make me speechless #in the most positive way possible #sooososos oso sosoo SO glad my friends gave me that final push to play portal 1 after getting stuck and giving up in 2015 sdfghjk #god. God man.#im ok im ok #hooooh

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sodasquidsart · 4 years

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So it’s kinda past Christmas already, but this is my @portal-secret-santa gift for @shadowbon-official, who wanted a sweet moment with GlaDOS so i drew her and her birds, she loves them..... i may have spent way too much time on this, but i hope you like it!!

#portal #portal 2 #GLaDOS #portal secret santa #mr chubby beak #robot #favorites

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scientificgoddesses-blog · 7 years

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GLaDOS: Absolutely nothing. GLaDOS: I've put them on a repeating test track, just to keep them occupied. They haven't noticed yet. GLaDOS: They often look after the birds too, but Tartarus is the only one who actually likes them.

#Tartarus is also known as #Mr. Chubby Beak #thanks for the ask!#ask the goddesses #portal #portal 2 #Atlas #P-body #the birds

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miss-agliz · 2 years

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Chapter 4: Starting school

2nd September 1971 was a Thursday, but 1st years didn’t have any classes. According to Professor McGonagall, who had given the schedules to the new Gryffindor students, it was to give them time to organise their belongings and walk around to find their classes. Most of them went back to the tower directly, by the path the prefects had shown them the night before, but Remus changed directions.

That Sunday was to be a full-moon, and when the Headmaster came offering a place in the school, he had also told him that he was to report directly to the nurse; his father, Lyall, agreed fast to all the conditions Professor Dumbledore put to ensure his son’s safety, as well as the rest of the students. The castle was massive, and Remus had already got lost that morning trying to get down for breakfast; to many corridors ended up in rooms full of objects that the boy had never seen or heard about. It was nearly mid-morning when he reached the Hospital Wing and could knock on the Nurse’s office door.

“Mr. Lupin, I presume?” asked a short chubby woman with burgundy robes and a white apron and cap. Remus only nodded, looking up to her slightly wrinkled stern face. “Good, come in. I’m Madam Pomfrey, the school’s nurse. I was expecting you to come earlier, but better late than never.”

“Sorry, Madam, I got lost.”

“Well, let’s hope you don’t get lost again, and much less coming here. You are to come here the morning of day before and the day of the full moon, better before breakfast, and an hour before the moon-rise in the day of the full moon. I will accompany you through a passageway to a highly protected house off-grounds you will spend the night there and I will come get you in the morning, then you will probably spend most of the day here recovering. Understood?”

“Yes Madam” nodded the boy and, unsure, asked “, is there a map of the castle?”

“Unfortunately not, the castle changes too much for that” was her response before saying their greetings and letting the boy get back to his dorm.

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The Gryffindor first year girls were divided in three rooms on the same floor, each door had their names written in a gold nameplate. The inside was the same for all bedrooms: two big windows, big four-posted beds made of birch wood with blood red curtains and thick plaid blankets, a nightstand, a folding writing-desk and a set of shelves and drawers for each student, and a door leading to a private bathroom for each room. The night before, after dinner, all the students had found that their trunks had been put on the feet of their beds.

Having had a full night’s sleep and a free day, the eleven new 11-year-old girls in Gryffindor tower sat in one of the bedrooms of their floor. Some were on the beds and some on the floor, chatting about how their families were like. Lily Evans was glad to know she wouldn’t be alone as a muggle-born witch, seeing as almost half of them were. That calmed her down, and made her feel less alone; Lily wouldn’t be the only one freaked out by talking portraits, or ghosts with warm smiles but ice-cold touch, or confused as to why they had to write with those gigantic quills instead of the more practical pens and pencils.

§§§

Breakfast had been uneventful, to Sirius’ surprise. He hadn’t written to his family, fearing what his mother was to say about his House placement, but he was sure cousin Narcissa had, so he had woken up prepared to receive a Howler. But his only post that morning had been a short letter from cousin Andromeda asking how he was, what house he was in, words of support if he had been sorted into Slytherin, and a bunch of pictures of Nymphadora, Andromeda’s almost 3 years old daughter.

But his fears resurfaced after breakfast, back in Gryffindor tower, when he saw the long-eared owl outside his bedroom’s window, his mother’s private owl, Ceryx, with a bright red envelope in his beak. Sirius took the envelope, took a deep breath, and opened it.

“SIRIUS ORION BLACK THE THIRD” Walburga’s Black voice boomed “HOW DARE YOU BE SORTED INTO GRYFFINDOR? YOU SHAME THE HOUSE OF BLACK! HOW DO YOU CALL THIS DISRESPECT? BE PREPARED CHILD OR YOU WILL END UP LIKE ANDROMEDA! THE MOMENT YOU PUT A FEET ON THIS HOUSE AGAIN, YOU WILL FEEL AS MUCH SHAME AS YOU MADE US FEEL WITH YOUR SORTING!”

James had entered the dorm room just after Sirius and had watched the whole affair go down. He had already had a rough night helping Sirius calm down, assuring him he would help him if his family turned their back on him - just as his parents had raised him, always help who needs it.

Just as the first hiccup left Sirius’ body, James run to hug and rock him. He didn’t know what to say, what could a child like him tell another when the adults that were supposed to care for him failed him, an almost-stranger at that. No, James had no idea what to do, but deep down he knew that he had to help Sirius, that he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t.

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On Friday, they only had classes until lunch. Double Defence Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaw was the first, taught by Professor Weasley, a tall red-headed middle-aged man with a few scars on his face and arms from having worked with dragons in a Scottish reserve (as he said when asked by a Ravenclaw), who briefly explained what they were going to see that year and immediately started going in depth into the basics of duelling.

Next was Astronomy, the only class shared by the entire year, no matter the House. While the practical portion was taught in the top of the tallest tower of the castle, the theorical classes were in a much more conveniently placed classroom next to the others. The professor was a short and tanned old man with a trimmed curly grey beard and hair covered in a white scarf held by a thick black rope, his wrinkled face that clearly showed how much he had laughed in the past carried a severity that made the entire classroom fall into a silence that wasn’t disturbed at any point. Professor Najm Shafiq didn’t care that it was the first day when he sent homework.

The last class of the day was double Potions with the Slytherins, something that only Lily Evans was excited about, because it was the class where it was easier to break House unity, as students had to work in pairs or groups. Professor Slughorn walked around the class and scanned the students while starting to explain how to do a Cure for Boils.

§§§

“Oi! Lupin! You coming or what?” shouted James from the stairs.

“Sorry, no, I’m not feeling well. I think I’m going to see Madam Pomfrey” he answered shakily. “Don’t worry if I don’t come back tonight”

“Do you want us to accompany you there?” asked Peter.

“No need, Pete, thanks.”

#Agliz's wwau #harry potter au #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #hogwarts #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #the most ancient and noble house of black #professor mcgonagall #professor slughorn #madam pomfrey

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Laila Midnight!

Info below

~info~

Age: 12

Gender: female

Species: Raven

Alliance: Lawful evil

Talents: video games, all types of combat

Magic: super endurance(can handle pain to supernatural levels)

Likes: eating, sleeping, her friends and fam, video games, cats, reading, watching anime, cold weather, horror movies/games/stories

Dislikes: common populace, crowds, loud and/or annoying/entitled people, hot weather, loved ones hurt or upset, romcoms, Weaboos, gross people

Favorite color: Purple, pink, dark red, black

Favorite movie: Flypaper

Favorite show: The Good Place, The Umbrella Academy, Lucifer

Favorite book: Monster Blood Tattoo

Favorite game: LOZ Breath of the Wild and Skyrim

Favorite song: Saint Bernard by Lincoln

Favorite musical: Heathers

Personality: Sassy and blunt, sarcastic, sly, protective, possessive, defensive, Aholish, dark humor

Disability: anxiety and depression

Sexuality: aromantic and bisexual

Best Friends: Ophelia Midnight, Oliver Midnight, Moonbeam, Moxxie Dreaming, Loki Amor, Satoria Flare, Lena Sabrewing, Webby Vanderquack

Voice claim: Mae Whitman aka Katara from ATLA and Amity Blight from The Owl House

Description:

Laila is a young raven raised by a horrid father. She shares a father with her two half siblings, Ophelia and Oliver. Laila prefers to go by her siblings last name as she resents her father and her mother left her and her father when she was 8. She is the youngest out of her and the twins by 4 months. She now lives in McDuck Manor with her siblings under the care of Mrs. Beakley.

Appearance:

Laila is taller than the Duck triplets but smaller than Lena. Her feathers are a medium purple/gray and long wavy dark purple hair. She has gray eyes and a black beak. She wears a medium purple hoodie-dress with light purple sleeves and dark purple leggings. Under her clothes are scars from a traumatic past. She’s a little chubby.

Relationships:

Ophelia Midnight

She adores Ophelia. Being the first positive person she met, Ophelia means the world to Laila. She was thrilled to be invited to stay with her sister! Her nickname for Ophelia is Squish, because of her small, chubby stature.

Oliver Midnight

When she met Oliver, she was unsure. But soon warmed to him. Now knowing that they are related too, he means a lot to her.

Moonbeam

She loves Moonbeam! He’s a precious fluffy puppo!

Octavia Midnight

She never met her.

Brutus Birdly

Brutus is her father. She hates him! He has never been kind to her.

Moxxie Dreaming

Moxxie is Laila’s best friend. The two are very close. She met Moxxie when Moxxie had done something silly and dumb and Laila helped her out. Laila was the first to know Moxxie’s crush and encouraged her to go for it.

Loki Amor

She’s pretty close with Loki. While she is closer with Moxxie, she still helped Loki with his crush too.

Satoria Flare

Her and Satoria are pretty close. She doesn’t know anyone better for Oliver.

Lena Sabrewing

She is really close with Lena. The two are very similar in likes and personality. They get along very well.

Webby Vanderquack

She thinks of Webby as her sister. She loves her and will protect this innocent bean.

Violet Sabrewing

Her and Violet are on good terms, not much in common but they enjoy eachhothers company.

Louie Duck

She likes Louie. She finds it funny to mess and prank him. They get along well.

Huey Duck

She is cool with him. They don’t really interact much.

Dewey Duck

She finds Dewey infuriatingly annoying.

Erynn Cinnabon

No opinion really. Likes that she makes Ophelia happy.

May Tundra

No opinion really. Likes that she makes Ophelia happy.

Boyd Gearloose

Likes that he’s not human technically, though isn’t around him often.

Gosalyn Waddlemeyer

No opinion, never really around her.

Bentina Beakley

She’s her badA Grammy.

Donald Duck

She sees him as a very sweet uncle.

Della Duck

She finds Della infuriatingly annoying.

Gladstone Gander

He irritates her.

Fethry Duck

No opinion, never met.

Scrooge Mcduck

He’s pretty chill, for an ancient old codger.

Matilda Mcduck

She never met her but seems kinda interesting.

Downy Mcduck

Thinks she’s a sweet great great granny

Fergus Mcduck

She thinks he’s okay.

Goldie O’Gilt

Thinks she’s the best. Absolutely adores the way she handles things.

Daisy Duck

Thinks she’s the sweetest auntie ever.

#my art #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #oc #my oc #ducktales oc #ducksona #ducktales ducksona #Laila Midnight

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