#og lente post

[lente-ment]

Soo, Midnight Mass is good, huh?

It's messing with my brain in the best of ways. Save me vamp content, save me.

#i should be working on both chapter 33 and my tomorrow's Chicago by Night game #but brain is mush and just wants to consume content #i think i already shared this fun fact before but i have IWIDCY notes doc #and as I'm about to add some more notes to it I noticed it already has 59 pages what the fuck #og lente post

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for Halloween with Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: FORGOT I WAS WRITIN THIS. LATE HALLOWEEN POST. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY.

prompt:

you were spider-man for halloween (of course)

“really?” -peter

“there’s no better costume i could have picked” -you

peter was…iron man

“don’t tell mr. stark about this. ever” -peter

“too late” -you, taking a picture

you sent it straight to tony

and he called almost immediately

“you could have told me you were gonna be me, im flattered. i could have lent you an old suit of mine so you didn’t have to wear that cheap mask” -tony

“that’s so kind of you, but i dont know how safe it is to wear a military grade weapon to any halloween parties or like, on the street” -you

“well, you guys wouldn’t be on the street. you could fly!” -tony

“thank you, mr. stark. i just think i’ll fit it better with this stuff!” -peter

“well, suit yourself. cheaply.” -tony

you guys took so many pictures together

remaking all kinds of poses and such

(you colored a paper plate to look like captain america’s shield and did the spider pose on peter’s bed)

you both recreated the peter/tony picture together

“can i draw the goatee on your face” -you

“it’d be my greatest honor” -peter

it was sloppy but it was a fantastic addition

“‘FRIDAY, how many hours of sleep should the average human being get each night?’” -peter, mocking tony’s voice

“‘eight hours, mr. stark’” -you, mocking FRIDAY

“‘no, you’re wrong FRIDAY. the answer is two hours every two days’” -peter

fighting the urge to go trick or treating

“i mean—aren’t we a little too old for that?” -you

“i don’t really think there’s an age limit” -peter

“yeah, but like, i was thinking more of a party and some scary movies afterwards” -you

“…i have to call ned” -peter

ned showed up to peter’s house dressed as a spider

“we coordinated this. im the spider that bit you” -ned

may was basically babysitting you guys with a camera during all of this, too

constantly snapping candids

“guys, squeeze together so i can get a few more” -may

you guys ended up finding a party thrown by a midtown student and it was…

okay?

not exactly your speed, you know?

ned actually was kind of into it though

“shots! shots! shots!” -the crowd

ned did one shot

“UGHHHHHH” -ned, hating every second of it

“told you” -you and peter

okay, so maybe the party was a blow

(you guys stole a bunch of candy out of a bowl and left)

the neighborhood had really cool halloween lights, you were able to wander and check out the decor

“that’s so me” -you, every 60 seconds

“no, that’s me” -peter

“no, that’s you” -you, pointing at an inflatable spider that had been deflated

when you got back to peter’s, you found may obsessively baking “halloween treats”

“hi guys! okay, so i have witch finger pretzels, ghost marshmallows, pumpkin cookies—oh! and those tiny pumpkins with paint. go ahead, take some stuff!” -may

you all three squeezed together on the couch and turned on the halloween movie (og of course)

“no one draw any more spiders!” -peter

*you and ned freezing and trying to cover the spiders you just painted*

“oops” -you

cracking up the whole time

peter trying to poke you with the witch finger pretzel

then pretending to pick his nose with it and eat it

“ew, peter! stop!!” -you

“hey, did may just stick some sprinkles in this marshmallow and call it a ghost?” -ned

“yeah. it’s a ghost.” -peter

“yeah, ned. are you too good for it?” -you

*ned quietly eating the marshmallow*

every once in a while you’d start paying attention to the movie again

“gross. fake. dumbass. ew.” -you

eventually you guys all crashed (on the couches, of course) and may made sure to give each of you a blanket so you had a good night

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴

description: In which dagný's girlfriend surprises her with a sudden move and wonders how she didn't pick up on all the hints previously

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dagný brynjarsdóttir x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously, i am in no way saying Dagny is bi-sexual!

warnings: language, bad google translation, cuteness and so much fluff - so much

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y/n blár hefur alltaf verið minn litur, hver vissi að tárin væri það líka?

blue has always been my colour, who knew claret was too?

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username1: JESUSSSSSSS 😍😍😍😍😍

username2: HOW????? 🔥🔥

username3: I feel like she is too hot to be a footballer?!?!?!!! 😱

username4: UGGHHHHHH 🔥🔥🔥

dagnybrynjars: Ég er heppin kona 😍😍

i'm a lucky woman

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y/n: Ég er heppnari elskan 😘

I am luckier baby

clarewheeler: OMG!

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y/n: hehe my new fav dress!

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karen_holmgaard: I don't blame you! Beautiful!

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y/n: xoxo

alexandraj18: móðir! 🔥🥺

mother!

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y/n: barnið mitt! 😊

child of mine!

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dagnybrynjars: okkar!

of ours

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y/n: okkar, afsakið elskan 😚😚

of ours, apologies baby

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username5: omg this is so cute! ☺️

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username6: what did they say???

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username5: Alex called y/n mother and y/n called her 'child of mine' and dagny corrected her saying 'of ours' and y/n responded with 'of ours of sorry baby!'

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username6: omg they are the cutest!!!!

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username7: AWWWWWWWW 🥹🥹🥹

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y/n hammer time!

(Vil taka það fram að ég á mjög erfitt með að vera DIY kærasta.)

(Would like to point out I am very much struggling being a DIY girlfriend.)

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username1: I love her so much 🥺🥺

username2: I am loving all of her west ham puns atm!! 😂

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username3: RIGHT?! but they are making me wonder...

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username4: omg do you think?? 😶😶

username5: HAHAHAHA

dagnybrynjars: þú gerðir frábært starf elskan! ❤️

you did a wonderful job baby!

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y/n: Ég grét þrisvar og fékk mér tveggja tíma lúr - bölvaðu aukaæfingunni þinni! Elska þig tho! ❤️

I cried three times and had a two hour nap - curse your extra training session! love you tho!

mackenziearnold: DIY SOS - proud of you!

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y/n: awwww thanks Mac! ☺️

hawacissoko23: Go on y/n!! Stick it to the mrs! 👏

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y/n: no ring no Mrs ! 🤷‍♀️

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kirstysmith.11: @dagnybrynjars

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dagnybrynjars: not mrs yet... 😏

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username6: 😱😱😱

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username7: omg omg OMGOMG

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Dagny waited for their new arrivals with the rest of the girls, some of them were passing a ball between them while Dagny watched her phone, confused her girlfriend hadn't texted her.

A vibration makes the skipper look down and Dagny sighs when she sees it is just a new post from West Ham women, welcoming their new signing.

Flicking her phone open, Dagny lets out a call of shock at her girlfriend's face staring back at her, Mackenzie laughs, having known about the transfer and spins her skipper to face her girlfriend.

y/n was lent against the tunnel entrance, the new signings of Riko already talking to others with her translator. y/n looked fantastic in the hammer's shirt and Dagny could feel the breath leave her.

How hadn't she known, how hadn't she'd guessed? All the hints obvious now, her Hammer puns, her change in colour for her wardrobe.

"Ertu búin að ná þér, ástin mín?" y/n asked her girlfriend with a chuckle.

caught up have you, my love?

"Ég er þvílíkur hálfviti." Dagny gasps.

I am such an idiot

"Hálfvitinn minn." y/n hums making Dagny smile softly.

my idiot

The skipper sighs at her girlfriend and moves forward the two meeting in a soft kiss, still aware they were in public. The sound of gagging echoes.

The two pull away and turn to the team who are all mock gagging and y/n rolls her eyes before Mackenzie grins widely and runs at her happily.

"Macca!" y/n laughs as the woman scoops her up tightly and spins.

"Skipper's mrs!" Mackenzie yells and there is an echo of laughter.

"No ring no mrs!" y/n yells back as she is finally placed back on her feet the rest of the team coming to greet her.

Dagny only smiles softly at her lover before the group are called away ready for training.

"You're here." Dagny hums as she takes her girlfriend's hand softly.

"I'm here." y/n reassures as they join the group.

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y/n think she finally caught on...

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username1: COME ON YOU IRONS ⚒️⚒️⚒️

username2: so excited to have her omggggg!!!

username3: allll the puns make sense now! 😂

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username4: how did we not see the hints???? 🤨

dagnybrynjars: Took me a while, but I'm there!

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y/n: xoxo

mackenziearnold: I KNEW ABOUT IT HA 😁😁

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kirstysmith.11: So did I kenzie, you're not special

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mackenziearnold: :(

username5: AGHHHHHHHH ❤️❤️❤️

username6: she does look good in claret tbf

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username7: HOT! 😛

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dagnybrynjars she does look good in claret

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username1: 🥹🥹🥹🥹

username2: Yes she does...

mackenziearnold: you two are so cute it makes me feel sick!

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kirstysmith.11: icky

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y/n: you want me to hand out receipts ??? 🤨

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mackenziearnold: omg you guys are so cute! 😅

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kirtsysmith.11: I agree so cuteeee! 😊

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y/n: that's what I thought 😏

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username3: hahahahahahahahah 😂😂

westhamwomen: Happy to have you y/n!!

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y/n: ❤️

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dagnybrynjars: happy to have her too honestly!

username4: I love her so much omg!! 🥺

username5: I miss her already (everton fan here!) 😭

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username6: I know she was so lovely and so good! We are going to go down without her! 😭

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username7: she's a snake for leaving Everton honestly 🖕🖕

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username8: why???? because she wanted to be with her girlfriend of 8 years? because she was offered a massive contract with West Ham for great money and better exposure?? She gave six years to Everton, she is allowed to move! 🙄

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username10: loving the fact this is black and white lmao 🤣

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love this woman

AND LOVE THIS FCKING TEAM xoxox

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Queenie xx

#social media woso #woso #woso x reader #woso x y/n #woso soccer #woso community #west ham women #everton women #dagny brynjarsdottir #dagny brynjarsdottir x y/n #dagny brynjarsdottir x reader #dagny brynjarsdottir imagine #mackenzie arnold #kirsty smith #hawa cissoko

[excalibutt]

I got tagged by @hey-must-be-a-devilbetween-us (eyyye sis!) but the OG post was getting really long, so I made a new one!

Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people.

Eat Your Young—Hozier

Whispers in the Dark—Mumford & Sons

Francesca—Hozier

Люди Надоели—Molchat Doma

In My Head— We Are Scientists

Lent—Autoheart

Lover's Eyes—Mumford and Sons

Come on Baby, Cry—Orville Peck

The Boxer feat. Mumford & Sons and Paul Simon—Jerry Douglas, Paul Simon, Mumford & Sons

Fire Escape in the Sea—Sea Power

No pressure tags>>>>

@permian-tropos, @inkpot-demigod, @sadvampboy @farrenlux, @bangage @arradraws @her-champion @srrrokka @awesomesnowdude06, @darling-shrike

#go go go go #yeah okay I might have skipped a few because I do listen to Babel and Unreal Unearth A LOT #Apart from me repeating those albums like crazy when I try to focus on things... #but I wholly recommend like all of these #plus there was like that stretch of 4 days where I listened to NOTHING but Push from the Barbie Albums

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hi bestie I’m 17 now

Have any oc or welcome home ideas u wanna share?

I’m curious to know more about your ocs ^^

🥺 my ocs? u want to know my babies??

fr tho I have SO many but surprisingly not too many Welcome Home ocs (outside Howdy and Eddie's family) haha. I shall talk about two of them! Under Read More tho bc this is Long

First up is CJ Chronicle! I've shared an opposite au version of him for jace's au but never shared the og!

BOOM Here's my boy!! His bio has most info but some extra stuff:

25 years old!

Height is between Frank and Eddie's

Pansexual, crushing on Frank and Eddie. He wants to hold both their hands

He and Frank can talk literature for Hours. Frank lent them some books for writing inspo and that's when they fell.

CJ and Eddie also talk a lot! I hc that Eddie likes to read too and showed interest in CJ's published books. Then he Actually Read Them. CJ was baffled and smitten.

History nerd. He will purposely point out historical inaccuracies in Sally's plays to get under her skin.

on that note he gets along with everyone but Sally and occasionally Barnaby. The dog can be very distracting and he needs quiet when writing.

I'll keep it at that for now! I need to make an official post for him haha

Next up is Valerie Viola! She's a bee from New Jersey and a bad bitch! But also very sweet! I don't have an official art for her cuz I Suck at fem body types (working on it) but I have picrew lol.

Trans mtf, she/her. Biromanitc, Demisexual.

27 years old!

shorter than Howdy, up to his shoulder in height

Rides a motorcycle

Was born hard of hearing, can't hear jack without her hearing aids. Her whole family knows sign!

Architect! She makes building plans and also dabbles in interior design

In a long distance relationship with Howdy! They met in college and kept in touch as they went down their own career paths

They met up again few years later when Howdy was visiting family and confessed feelings they've both had since college!

has four arms, and only two legs. Plus little bee wings that she can use to just slightly lift herself off the ground. High enough to kiss Howdy but that's it lol

Has a pet rat named Stink! He's a little goober

Wants to live with/closer to Howdy but struggles with the idea of leaving her home city.

Has talked to Barnaby over the phone and thinks he's the funniest guy (next to Howdy).

She's joked that if Howdy cheated on her with Barn she wouldn't even be mad. (poly? maybe.)

gets along with everyone else, but Julie can be a lot for her at times

Uuuh yeah I'll leave it at that lol

I need to get to work on getting Val some official art but hhhh high effort art is a struggle rn. Either way I hope you like my babies!! Thank u for letting me show them off sigh I need to talk about them more. Especially Valerie, poor girl got left at the store for a bit lol

#woah 17!!! Sick bro ur almost done highschool then yeah? #god i sound old saying that. im gonna dig myself a hole to lie in brb- #jk jk #I'm only like 3 years older than u #ik my bio says 19 but thats gonna change in like a month yikes #anywho sorry this post is long. But i love my babies and needed an excuse #Seriously I will make official post for ocs i just need the time and motivation lol #welcome home #welcome home ocs #my ocs #neon child #dizztalkstoomuch #not using character tags bc this is technically just about ocs #if u want to hear about non welcome home ocs lemme know #<3 #dizzy ocs

[krys-loves-otome]

OC Brain Rots #2: Miri, Magical Ancestry, and Mortality

Welcome back to OC Brain Rots, where I go off about an OC of mine and whatever it is that caused them to tickle my brain at the moment.

For this brain rot, I'm gonna be focusing on my Obey Me MC Miri since it's Nightbringer's one year anniversary (Happy Devil Day, Obey Me: Nightbringer, congrats), so it's a timely occasion to talk about her. Spoilers ahead, of course, as I'm gonna be going in depth about her ancestry (about Lilith and her history) and on a little more somber topic about her aging, since I've thinking about it ever since a light-hearted chat came up in game.

For basic info about Miri and my other dating sim OCs, check out the intro post here! For the previous brain rot post involving Abby and Thea and some of the events of Ikevamp's interlude, check here!

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For context, this line of thinking began with a chat with Luke and a dream he had of escorting Miri through town. He was older and taller and all those things he wants to be to impress her and be a cool angel and all that. They then make plans to make the escorting adventure happen for reals, as their current selves and they both had a good, cute, sweet time.

Then this sparked my brain into thinking of how aging works in this universe, especially with supernatural beings vs humans.

For Luke to be adult-sized, how long would that take? Do angels start as babies that mature eventually? I feel like I've seen a post before about how angels were created, not born like humans are. Maybe their appearance changes once they go up in rank? Or maturity is just a lot slower as they are (technically speaking) immortal?

Anyway, back to the topic at hand, when Luke gets older, so does everyone else, including Miri, our sorcerer with angel ancestors.

Technically.

Lilith had been reborn as a human, likely retaining some of her angel powers innately according to OG Lesson 16 (though not as powerful as when she was a full on angel), so I'm thinking that some of the longevity that angels have likely stayed some as well, making her lifespan longer than that of normal, non-magical humans. How many more years? Game doesn't specify, but I like to think that means Lilith's line had longer lifespans than most normal humans. 100s probably weren't a problem for Lilith to reach. Maybe even a bit longer? And this is also considering there isn't any other magical interference in her life.

Fast-forward a few generations and we get to Miri, a once ordinary human thrust into Devildom to take part in the Student Exchange Program at RAD. She gets her first rush of power when she makes her first pact with Mammon. As she gains more pacts, she gains more power. Around the time she's getting Asmo's pact, Solomon had lent her some of his power so she use it for a mission so she could earn Asmo's pact on her own. She uses this borrowed power to help Mammon, Levi, Beel, and herself escape Henry 1.0 by summoning Asmo and drawing out his power to charm Henry.

Asmo comments later that though she was on borrowed power, Miri drew out a lot more power out of him than Solomon had ever done and that was interesting, so he agreed to the pact after failing in her initial task because he was impressed by her innate power.

Her power grows so much in later lessons, it threatened the balance of magic between the three worlds. Solomon suggests she cut her pacts with the brothers, but she refuses to separate from the brothers. She eventually gains Lucifer's Ring of Light that dampens her power to a more manageable level. Solomon then takes her on as an apprentice so she can learn to use her power more effectively.

All this to say, Miri isn't your average human anymore (though she never really was, even from the start because of her ancestor Lilith).  So, her lifespan has likely been affected because of the influx of magical energy that human Lilith most likely didn't have. How much it has affected her remains to be seen.

So, if she hadn't had this magical boost from Lilith, the brothers, and whatever else comes along to affect her, she probably wouldn't live to see grown up Luke and he wouldn't be able to escort her through town like he wants to. Miri as of now? There's a chance for it now! Could she reach Solomon's age because of her power? At what age will she start getting wrinkles and grey streaks in her hair? 200s? 300s? Who knows!

Now the image of Old Lady Miri being escorted through town by Luke isn't such a sad image to me anymore. How before all the powers she gained, it would look like a young boy escorting an elderly woman through town, excitedly talking back and forth about baking and puzzles, to now leading to the image of the cool, older angel Luke that's taller and stronger escorting an older Miri with maybe some grey streaks in her hair but is still youthful in her eyes, excited for a day in town and all the things he wants to show her, both still talking excitedly about baking and puzzles.

And that's about it for this brain rot. Hope you guys enjoyed this little thought experiment and I hope to see you for the next brain rot session!

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #oc brain rot #obey me #obey me oc #miriam (obey me oc) #luke (obey me) #luke may be older than her but she still treats him like a younger brother #a very platonic relationship #he thinks she's cool and wants to impress her even though she's a human #it's his human friend/big sister! #it's a very sweet relationship #but now I'm thinking again of luke not aging like humans while Miri gets to old granny age and they have tea and cookies together #maybe Simeon comes along too #haven't gotten very far in season 4 but does he remain human? #does he get to age with Miri? #while Luke Solomon Raphael Thirteen and the demons watch them age while they stay the same? #an interesting thought to ponder #hmmm

[kitspindles]

Some Will-Centric Tidbits

since my Nico post is doing pretty well

He basically saved Annabeth's life in The Last Olympian by healing the poisoned stab wound in her shoulder

He's not fond of theft ("There's a Duane Reade on Fifth. Normally I would never steal--"/"I would," Travis volunteered./Will glared at him. "Leave cash or drachmas to pay, whatever you've got, but this is an emergency..." (The Last Olympian, p. 197).

He became head counselor pretty young, basically during the war with Kronos since Michael Yew, the former head of the Apollo cabin, died in the battle on Williamsburg Bridge

He's friendly with Annabeth and even lent her the Apollo cabin's chariot ("'Annabeth!' A guy with a bow and quiver on his back pushed through the crowd. 'I said you could borrow the chariot, not destroy it!'" (The Lost Hero, p. 36).

He's the one who showed Leo around camp in The Lost Hero

Will has a sort of calming presence ("'She's right.' Will Solace, head counselor for the Apollo cabin, put his hand gently on Clarisse's wrist. Not many campers could've done that without getting stabbed, but Will had a way of defusing people's anger. He got her to lower her dagger" (The Blood of Olympus, p. 135).

Nico described him as "a lanky cat stretched out in the sunshine" but also noted that Will was brave under fire despite his lax appearence, having personally seen him in action healing people during the Battle of Manhatten

He's a fan of sci-fi films, most notably the og Star Wars trilogy and Star Trek ("Will whistled appreciatively. 'I bet many Bothans died to bring us this information'" (The Tower of Nero, p. 126) and ("'Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything.' Will put a hand on his shoulder and steered him off toward the cabins" (The Lost Hero, p. 39).

His full name is William Andrew Solace (thanks, Nico)

His mother is Naomi Solace, an alt-country singer, and he was born in Autsin, Texas. Yeehaw.

His magical Apollo ability is being a human glowstick

He's an adept healer, but claims to suck at Apollo's other gifts-- archery, music, poems, etc.

Alluded to the fact that he's seen/spoken to Nico before their joint appearence in The Blood of Olympus, recognizing him on sight (Nico was about to attempt it when a voice behind him said, 'Nico?'/He spun, his sword instantly in his hand, and almost decapiatated Will Solace" (p. 417).

Will "flip-flops and jeans/scrubs" Solace

Poor guy delivered a satyr baby all on his own

He's a year-round camper

He's beyond proud of Apollo for accomplishing what he did as Lester. He loves his dad. Similarly, Apollo is just as proud of Will and his other children.

His one musical talent is an ear-splitting New York taxi cab whistle

He cares for Nico and his wellbeing (since they're bfs, and Will is in training to be a doctor), but Nico reciprocates these feelings and supports Will in the same ways. It's not one-sided ("Will changed his surgical gloves and glared at the woods. 'We will find them. We have to.'/Nico di Angelo gave him a canteen. 'Drink. Right now, this is where you need to be'" (The Hidden Oracle, p. 179).

He managed to stop a collision between the Greeks and Romans with his horrible taxi cab whistle ("Will Solace saved the day./He put his fingers to his mouth and did a taxicab whistle even more horrible than the last. Several Greeks dropped their swords. A ripple went through the Roman line like the entire First Cohort was shuddering./'DON'T BE STUPID!' Will yelled. 'LOOK!'" (The Blood of Olympus, p. 433).

Will and Rachel (and Nico) are buds

There's probably more. Feel free to add more. And hopefully we get more insight on his character in the Solangelo book.

#will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #the last olympian #the lost hero #the blood of olympus #the hidden oracle #the tower of nero #rick riordan #riordanverse #trials of apollo #solangelo #annabeth chase #rachel elizabeth dare #apollo #my stuff #toa #hoo #pjo hoo toa

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Since part 2 of chapter 6 is coming in 1 day do you have any predictions?

Also do you think yuu will play a part like in chapter 3 ?

Will them wearing pomefier uniform come up yo something?

Also in the end of chapter 5 after taking a picture of mickey yuu vision glitched what's up with that

Also sorry if there is any mistakes English isn't my first language

I vaguely speculated about some chapter 6 predictions in this post, but I honestly have no clue what direction it’ll actually go. Chapter 6 has been one big roller coaster ride, and I just can’t wait to be king for the conclusion 😳 I want to see Idia (and possibly OG!Ortho?) OB HNNNNNNGHHHHHH

Not gonna lie... in recent chapters, I think Yuu has become less and less important in the main story 😂 Like, they’re still there in chapters 5 and 6, but they don’t contribute a lot to actively move the plot along. It feels like Yuu is just the friend of a friend that tags along/invites themselves on a trip that the other characters/main group of friends were already planning, if that makes sense? It has similar vibes to that, especially with our two closest human friends (Ace and Deuce) out of the picture for the climax of chapter 6.

I don’t think Yuu being given the Pomefiore uniform will play an important role in the plot (but hey, if the writers do find a way to make it relevant 👀 I’ll be impressed); I think the uniform was presented to Yuu as more of a symbolic gesture more than anything. Crowley made a big deal about how Yuu can help “bring the students together” in the prologue, so I think the uniform being lent to them is supposed to be the payoff for that. Rook is acknowledging Yuu as part of the group, and later leads everyone in a rallying group cheer (even if it disgusts the others); I believe these moments are to demonstrate to the player that you’ve had some kind of an impact on the NRC students, however small it may be. It’s the start of something new the boys changing for the better.

They’ll probably explain the glitching thing as the story progresses. I believe (in the context of the scene) it’s supposed to be Yuu experiencing a bunch of visions at once, which overstimulates and disorients them. Can’t rush perfection, you know? 😌 (Though I think the TWST timeloop theorists had a field day with that scene!)

#Idia Shroud #Ortho Shroud #Ignihyde #twst theories #twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland theories #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #Yuu #HSM and Lion King references snuck in bc I said so that’s why 😈

[misc-obeyme]

hi i LOVE your threads that bind series (and all ur other work). i was curious about if you had any more info on arsenios? like, his power seems to be persuasion through song, is it in like a siren kinda way or? and any other tidbits if youd like to share *insert marge simpson 'i just think theyre neat' meme* <3 also every demon ever being 100% done with solomons shit before he even opens his mouth lmao

asldfjkaskldf anon... you have no idea what this means to me lol.

I will be posting the next chapter of The Threads That Bind tonight! It really kinda took on a life of its own when I started writing it, but I actually like how it turned out. It means so much to me that other people are enjoying it!

As for Arsenios, well... I have a lot of info on him lol. It just happened that he fit in with this story so I decided to include him because I am fond of him and I really wanted to write about him more. Being asked about him makes me sooo happy!

So to explain his power a little more, it was initially inspired by the concept of human musicians making a deal with the devil in exchange for musical talent. The ones who come out of nowhere and play amazingly well, but then die young tragic deaths. I figured it made sense that the demon who was making those deals would be good at music themselves and maybe their power was rooted in all things musical.

Arsenios spent a lot of time answering summons from humans that wanted to make deals to gain musical talent. He had to make pacts with them and in that way lent them his power in the form of skill. Of course, these were just regular humans and not immortal sorcerers, so they did inevitably die young, thus releasing Arsenios from whatever pact he had made with them. And of course he got their soul out of the deal.

Something really terrible happened to him, though, and changed his whole life, so he doesn't actually do that anymore. It happened some time after Lucifer and his brothers fell, but before MC showed up in the OG.

Now he mostly spends his time performing at gigs in various places throughout the Devildom. He's not super famous, just kind of a local musician, but he's busy enough that he needs a manager to book things for him. He only goes to RAD sporadically because of this and he only goes at all because Barbatos talked him into it.

He can choose whether or not to weave magic into his song and he rarely does it. But it is kind of like a siren song when he does do it. Depending on the intention, he can persuade people to do things. But it's kind of subtle, he was really going hard in The Threads That Bind lol. More often, he uses it as kind of a suggestion and he only needs a handful of notes. He can use instruments to do it, too, but because he often doesn't need much, he usually just sings.

I had him singing in what I called the "ancient language of demons" because I didn't wanna make up lyrics lol. But the lyrics can have an impact on the power of the song. For instance, if he sings in a language that the person being influenced can understand, it lingers a lot longer in their mind and can be more powerful. He's nervous about doing this to humans because he doesn't want to drive them mad by accident, so he sticks with demonic for them.

Arsenios could write entire songs that weave complex spells if he really wanted to, but he has no such ambitions, so he doesn't bother.

And you know it's so funny because I LOVE Solomon, but Arsenios only barely tolerates him and it is so fun to write. I think they could become friends eventually. Arsenios actually respects his power and he's secretly impressed by it, but good luck getting him to admit it lol.

Anyway, I didn't mean for this to get so long! But I felt like some context was needed about where the idea for his power comes from. And of course I could write about him all day lol.

Thank you so much for asking and I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! <3

#I mean of course I'm fond of my own oc #and I could write so much more about him lol #anyway #I'm thinking about writing him his own story #haven't decided yet #obey me #obey me oc #misc oc arsenios #the threads that bind #anon asks #misc answers

[palebluenoblesse]

some rambles about my project sekai swap unit, moonbeam arcadia!

crossposted from my twitter ... but i also wanted to post something here!!

moonbeam arcadia consists of mafuyu, ichika, toya, and haruka. in this universe, ichika never got the chance to reconnect with honami and shiho despite her and saki's best efforts (this is also mainly why saki decided to team up with emu in momoiro parfaits (another swap unit) og duo.) she becomes more and more disconnected from her peers, only focusing on her schoolwork and saki (occasionally). she still makes music and listens to miku in her free time, though. mafuyu stays the same. haruka after suffering from severe stage fright decides to quit being an idol and her fear starts developing even further, slowly but surely becoming agoraphobia. even when she met minori, haruka felt like she could never be seen as a proper idol in the eyes of her fans and her friends again. haruka turned to making music and uploading it to a nightcord music server anonymously to help her speak the things she's too scared to say. toya has the same story, but he never got the support and validation that vbs and akito gave him. coincidentally, ichika (1) owned the nightcord music server that all of the other members were in. ichika really liked haruka's (penguin) usage of vocaloids in her songs, so she invited haruka to make songs with her and teach her how to tune miku. touya (bluewillow) also enjoyed haruka and ichikas music and started making piano covers of the songs, drawing the others' attention. at the same time, mafuyu (yuki) was also making songs of her own and uploading them, and ichika (1) also invited her to the music circle (in a separate server. ichikas server name was also something miku related because i have to keep the girlflop in there. they make electropop music and the starter vocaloids are kaito and miku. their sekai is an underground metro station. there are shops littered around it, and you can get on the train to travel to another station. if you take the second train and drop by the 3rd station, the 4th shop to your right is a shop that sells your memories. a bottle of moonlight from that night, all the pens you've lent someone but never got back. and the cashier is no other than yourself, or rather, another version of yourself. ichika sees herself in the main storyline where they formed leo/need, toya sees himself in the main storyline where they formed VBS and haruka sees herself in the main storyline where they formed MMJ. mafuyu sees her past self. there's also a ramen shop and ice cream shop as well as vending machines. and a 7/11. and everything and anything you need. miku is laid-back and doesn't talk much, but she cares a lot for moonbeam arcadia's members and tries her best to help them. her hair is its original color but fades to dark blue at the ends. she has headphones that light up whenever she uses them (gamer headphones) and a tetris t-piece hairclip (don't ask). she wears an oversized jacket over a black crop top and loose high-waisted jeans. she also wears black converses with a white heartbeat pattern embroidered on top. she can often be found at the station arcade playing tetris 99 or beating the shit out of the maimai machine. she chews gum and has a seemingly endless supply of blueberry gum always on her. kaito wears a sleeveless hoodie and black arm coverings (think: mafuyu zozotown gloves). his hoodie has a little screen on it that changes based on what he's currently feeling (it changes to an angry face when he's pissed, sad face when he's sad, etc.) so even if he tries to lie about his emotions, he can't. his pants have a shit ton of pockets on them and has chains attached (think techwear). he also wears ankle high sneakers. kaito is less expressive than miku but is quick to anger, and any emotion, really. he tries his best to help moonbeam arcadia...but these don't end well sometimes. SOMETIMES. he's trying his best, okay.

miku got headphones for her and kaito but accidentally ordered kaito cat ear headphones and hes too embarrassed to wear them, but he still wears them in secret because as embarrassing as light-up cat ear gamer headphones are, theyre really high quality with good noise canceling. miku has a picture she snapped of him in secret wearing the headphones. he would EXPLODE if the others saw (they have, they're just sworn to secrecy). miku uses the picture as blackmail sometimes to get kaito to buy her free stuff sometimes.

kaito tried to beat miku in tetris 99 once and failed miserably. the only person that has been able to beat miku in tetris is toya and she has sworn herself to beating him someday. mafuyu also plays and is nearly as good as miku, but nowhere as good as toya.

miku tried the "dipping ice cream in ramen" trend once and kaito is trying his best to not get violent. he's shaking and so fucking close to combusting while miku is enjoying the ramen and trying to get ichika to try it. he tries to stop ichika from trying it but doesn't get there quick enough. and to his surprise and devastation, ichika enjoys the ice cream ramen.

once luka arrives at the sekai, she immediately catches air about kaito's cat headphones (somehow.) she proceeds to get him a whole cat set with ears and a tail and everything. like the cyber cat kaito module. kaito is FUMING. face is RED and theres SMOKE coming out of his ears. hes so mad the emotion screen is going to catch on fire with how much it's overheating. kailuka chase ensues through the station.

kaito has started to hide but luka keeps finding him and dragging him back to the main station. every time. he has started to check his clothes for hidden trackers because how the heck can she find him Every Single Time like that.

even more chaos will ensue once meiko appears, or at least that's what kaito thinks. meiko actually manages to calm down luka's shenanigans by occupying her time (thank god.) but kaito has to admit, he misses luka's constant pranking.

#project sekai #colorful stage #proseka #pjsk posting #kailuka #vocaloid #vocaloid miku #hatsune miku #moonbeam arcadia

[lente-ment]

I guess it's not surprising that after a week of hyper productiveness between christmas and new year I went the other way around into a sort of slow-down. Like sure it's great that I'm an adult who works on her mental health, has friends, attends events, meets new people, tries new things, but like.... is it all worth it if I can't properly focus on the vampires?

Okay actually maybe the biggest issue is that Iriam is confused and if she's confused then I'm confused. Writing from Laura's POV doesn't seem to be helping either. She's in deep denial about most of the things in her life... Ah, whatever do I do with those vampsbians...

#og lente post #i may have slowed down but i AM working on chapter 30 #guess i could post ch29 one of these days

[serrasfineting]

Brief 8 (eller 9?): Opplegg med teknisk museum

I semesteret siste oppgave ble vi delt inn i grupper på fire. Jeg kom på gruppe med Fabian, Herman og Nicolai.

Prosjektet startet med et besøk på teknisk museum hvor de presenterte planene sine for en kommende energiutstilling. Etter det presenterte HG briefen:

"Brief 9:  Energi utstilling, November 2023 

Samarbeidspartner: Teknisk museum

I grupper på 4 skal dere designe interaktive læringsopplevelser for elever på ungdomsskolen som beriker besøket på Energi utstillingen på Teknisk Museum. 

Prosjektet skal utvikles iterativt, gjennom testing og prototyping. 

Resultatet skal være interaktive prototyper med formål om økt læringsutbytte før/etter utstillingsbesøk. Løsningen skal dokumenteres med en film."

(besvarelsen skulle også være delt i to deler. En del før besøket og en del etter. Man skulle vektlegge en av disse)

Vi startet med en post-it metode fabian viste oss. Vi skrev ned alle tanker, store og små hver for oss i noen minutter og kategoriserte dem etterpå. På denne måten kom vi opp med åtte-ni ideer.

Etter å ha presentert ideene først i klassen sto vi igjen med tre ideer som vi tok med oss til teknisk museum for å få deres feedback.

Brettspill inspirert av Settlers of Catan hvor temaet er å illustrere forskjellene i verden når det kommer til energi: forbruk, tilgang osv.

Vi tok utgangspunkt i en historisk hendelse, kampen mellom Edison og tesla og forestille oss en duell satt opp i klasserommet med noen slags strøm relaterte utfordringer

Energidebatt hvor elevene bruker ting de har lært fra besøket på teknisk museum samt kort med argumenter på til å ha en debatt om temaet energi.

Vi fikk god tilbakemelding på den tredje ideen som allerede var vår favoritt så vi gikk videre med den.

I starten sleit vi litt med å komme igang og ble sittende mye å bare teoretisere hvordan det burde bli. Vi skjønte etterhvert det ikke tok oss noen vei så vi begynte å skisse opp litt og lage et bibliotek med argumenter i miro.

Etterhvert som dagene gikk begynte vi å få opp tempo og arbeidet ble disponert.

Brukertest

Vi brukertestet på klassekamerater, fikk ikke tid til å brukerteste på målgruppen. Vi hadde jo en besvarelse som lente seg ganske mye på besøket på utstillingen som enda ikke fantes så hvis vi skulle brukertestet på ungdommen hadde det å utforme den brukertester blitt et lite prosjekt i seg selv

uansett

I brukertester på klassekamerater lærte vi noen ting: Noen av kortene argumentkortene var for sterke i forhold til andre, det var altså et balanseproblem.

Noen av argumentene var også formulert rart så vi jobbet mye med det senere.

De klagde også på at introduksjonen av spillet var rotete og de sleit med å komme i gang. Når de etterhvert gjorde det ble de veldig engasjert.

Besvarelse

Besvarelsen ble levert i form a en presentasjon på teknisk museum som også inneholdte en video.

Presentasjonen får jeg ikke vist her på Tumblr, men jeg synes hverfall den gikk fint!

Her er også bilder av alt materiell som er del av spillet: Argumntkort, motargumentkort, lagkort og instrukser til læreren.

Det jeg bidro med i sluttproduktet var innholdet, altså tekst, alle strektegningene i presentasjonen og filmen, og manus og stemme til filmen.

Alle på gruppen bidro i dette prosjektet tross sykdom hos alle på forskjellige tidspunkt.

God sommer!

#brief 8 #brief 9 #brief8 #brief9

[purplewinterstache]

Almost all of the OG Pixar franchises up to 2006 (Toy Story, A Bug's Life, Monster's Inc., Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, Cars) have had some sort of sequel, short film, or show to expand on the story post-movie. All except one. I'm of course talking about A Bug's Life. At first I used to be a bit upset but now I kinda understand.

One of the biggest reasons we haven't had an A Bug's Life sequel has everything to do with a man named Joe Ranft. He was one of the OG Pixar employees who is credited for Co-Writing the story for Toy Story, A Bug's Life, and Cars, and commonly lent his voice to characters in Pixar films.

Two of his best known characters were Wheezy (Toy Story 2) and Heimlich (A Bug's Life). So when he passed in a tragic car accident in 2005, the other employees knew that the man was irreplaceable. I mean, it's just not A Bug's Life without Heimlich, right? Cars and Corpse Bride were the last two films he worked on before he died, and they were dedicated in his memory.

So if you've ever found yourself looking at all the Toy Story and Cars shorts on Disney+ and wondering "Why haven't they made A Bug's Life 2?", then now you have some context.

#joe ranft #a bug's life #toy story #pixar #sequels #disney

[navollidiot]

— lyubov stolitsa, “lent”

12 märz, dienstag 11:39

#og druck #druckedit #matteo florenzi #amira thalia mahmood #druck s3 rewatch #my work #quote edits #matteo #amira #writing #lyubov stolitsa #haha get it bc it's lent right now #apparently lent 2019 started on 6 march wow #my internet literally had to go out at the exact minute this needed to post LMAO

[carewyncromwell]

[Ficlet] How to “Get” a Quidditch Tryout in 10 Days

...I have no excuse for this. None at all. 😅 But I never ended up doing a play-through of Quidditch season 1 for my OG girl Carewyn Cromwell, so I just decided “what the hey” and wrote this part out, which is based on the beginning of Quidditch Season 1, Chapter 5, AKA MC first meeting Orion Amari. (I may or may not add another part or two to this later.) 

A few things to keep in mind about Carewyn’s canon regarding both Quidditch and where she is in her character arc at this point --

Carewyn is in her third year. Her hair, which was a very short pixie cut in her first year, has now finally grown long enough to be tied back in a short ponytail only a little longer than Charlie’s. After having dealt with the Ice Vault the previous year with Bill Weasley and Ben Copper, Carewyn has just started to get some confidence, but she’s far from the poised, collected Mama Bear most of you might know her as. At this point, she still has some trouble keeping a lid on her sensitive emotions and is more likely to lose her temper and get impatient. This year, however, she’s started to get both into Quidditch and fashion, thanks in large part to her new friendships with Charlie (who she’ll become very close to and eventually see like an “unofficial twin” in their later school years) and Andre (who she’ll nurture a romantic crush on as this year goes on and eventually date in fourth and fifth year). It’s after Carewyn’s returned to school in her fourth year that she makes the most strides in her dramatic transformation and becomes much more sophisticated and cool. 

Orion, Skye, and McNully are all Slytherins one year ahead of Carewyn. Orion is the oldest, having been born in early October, so he’s newly 15 even if he is a fourth year. (And, naturally, he’s incredibly mature and wise for his age, hence why he was picked to be the new Slytherin captain at all!) Erika Rath is in their year too, though in Ravenclaw. 

Carewyn ultimately will only play in one match this year -- the match against Hufflepuff -- thanks to a falling-out with her teammate and “coach” Skye Parkin surrounding the whole “Rath rumor” fiasco. If you’d like, you can read about Carewyn’s “grand return” to the Slytherin team in the Quest for the Quidditch Cup gameplay I did, set in Carey’s sixth year and Orion’s seventh!

As many of you probably know by now, Carewyn and Orion -- post Hogwarts -- actually end up in a committed romantic relationship. With these two being at ages 13 and 15, though, one can expect there won’t exactly be a lot of romantic sparks just yet, especially since I headcanon both these two as being on the asexual spectrum. 

Hope you enjoy! 💚

x~x~x~x

The first day was bright and sunny, without a cloud in the sky. A perfect day to make a good impression. 

Carewyn felt like her insides were tied up in knots as she took her broom out to the Quidditch Pitch. Even though she’d gotten plenty of bumps and bruises practicing with Skye that last week and had stayed up almost all night reviewing the Quidditch strategy playbooks McNully had lent her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still a longshot, to be considered. She wasn’t a traditional build for a Chaser -- she and her school rival Merula Snyde were the shortest kids in their entire year, and Carewyn herself wasn’t exactly the traditionally toned Quidditch player. Not to mention she struggled with a lot of the strength exercises Skye had thrown at her. 

‘You’ve prepared for this,’ she reassured herself. ‘You put in a lot of work. McNully and Skye can see that. Hopefully Slytherin’s Captain will too.’

Carewyn had yet to meet Orion Amari, but she’d heard plenty. It had been a little hard to believe that a boy only one year ahead of her could already have become Quidditch Captain, but Carewyn knew Snape well enough to know he wouldn’t have trusted their house team to just anyone, so he no doubt had to be talented. From what McNully said, Orion was the youngest Quidditch Captain in over a century (exactly 104 years), and from what Skye said, he was an oddball sort that didn’t let just anyone join his team. 

Steeling her nerves, the third year Slytherin looked around the Pitch. Within a moment, she saw that a young man with shaggy dark hair and dressed in worn brown robes, pants, and fingerless gloves was already there, hovering on his broom in mid-air. 

‘So that’s the Slytherin Quidditch Captain?’ Carewyn thought. 

Upon getting closer, she gave a visible start. 

 ‘…How is he balancing on his broom like that??’

For Orion Amari wasn’t just hovering there -- he was actually standing on top of his broom on one leg, his eyes closed and his hands clasped in front of him as if he were meditating. 

Feeling a bit intimidated despite herself, Carewyn nonetheless put on her bravest expression and flew right up to him.

“...Orion Amari?” 

The Slytherin Quidditch Captain slowly opened his eyes and looked down at who had interrupted him. His face was rather mask-like and calm, but his black eyes ran over her face, examining her critically. 

“Forgive me for interrupting,” Carewyn said quickly. 

Fortunately Orion didn’t seem perturbed. 

“All things have their time,” he said in a rather mellow, pleasant voice. “Clearly my meditation’s time has come to an end...though for what reason, I’m not yet sure.”

‘Great, so he was meditating,’ Carewyn thought guiltily. ‘Way to muck up that first impression!’

She swallowed, but kept her face as stoic as possible. 

"My name’s Carewyn Cromwell -- I’m here to ask about tryouts, for the open Chaser position?”

Orion’s face didn’t shift, but his eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly. Sensing that he was sizing her up, Carewyn pressed on with as much assurance as she could manage. 

“I may not have that much experience in Quidditch yet...but I’ve been practicing hard in Quidditch friendlies with Charlie Weasley and Andre Egwu. And Skye Parkin’s coached me on improving my physical skills. And Murphy McNully gave me a crash course in Quidditch strategy too, so -- ”

“Neither physical nor strategical skills will ultimately determine which way your path will wind,” Orion cut her off very cleanly without raising his volume or hardening his tone at all. 

Carewyn blinked. ‘Path? To a Quidditch tryout, I suppose...’

“What will, then?” she asked.

“Balance,” said Orion simply. 

Carewyn frowned in slight confusion. “Balance? You mean between my studies and Quidditch, or...?”

“Balance,” Orion said again, very coolly. “On one leg. On your broom.”

Carewyn felt like her stomach had crumpled up in her chest. 

Oh, great. She knew she had adequate reflexes and she’d always felt rather comfortable on a broom, but balancing on her broom on one foot? She’d never once thought she’d have to do something like that! If she had, she would’ve practiced ahead of time...

Carewyn looked from her splintering Shooting Star to up at Orion. His expression had not shifted once. 

‘This is a test,’ Carewyn thought to herself. ‘If I back out now, then that’s it.’

She hated the thought of doing this without having practiced first. She just knew she was going to make a fool of herself in front of the Slytherin Quidditch Captain, and she absolutely dreaded that. But, it seemed, there was no other option. 

So, taking a deep breath, Carewyn inched herself off of her broom, little by little, and tried to just stand on it.

She lost balance and fell right off, landing on the ground a few feet below with a painful THUMP. 

Carewyn winced as she eased herself up. 

Fortunately Orion hovering overhead didn’t look at all amused or derisive. His eyes were locked on her, as unreadable as ever, but he made no move as if to help or even ask if she was all right. 

The ginger-haired Slytherin averted her eyes, flushing in humiliation. She knew she’d look completely incompetent!

Exhaling through her nose, Carewyn mounted her broom, flew back up into the same position she’d been in before, and tried again. 

She wobbled for only a few seconds before falling off again. This time she scraped her fists when she threw them up in front of her face to protect it from colliding with the ground. 

Her third time, she landed face-first in the dirt. Her fifth time, her Shooting Star went flying and she had to dash across the pitch to get it back. Her tenth time, she cut open her chin and had to force back tears of pain and shame. 

‘This is impossible!’ Carewyn thought furiously. 

She couldn’t even look at Orion Amari anymore. Part of her hated that she’d even bothered coming at all -- hated that she’d wasted her time on any of this, just to look so pathetic -- 

‘Jacob would never have had so much trouble,’ she thought bitterly. ‘He never struggled with anything at Hogwarts -- he wouldn’t be getting himself hurt over something so stupid -- ’

As soon as she thought that meaner thought, however, she faltered. 

Sure, this exercise seemed stupid...but what it was for was not. 

The devastated face of the wounded Slytherin Chaser in the Hospital Wing when she failed to convince Madame Pomfrey to let her play in the upcoming match rippled over Carewyn’s mind again.

‘Slytherin can’t win the match against Hufflepuff with only two Chasers,’ she thought to herself. ‘Maybe I ultimately won’t be good enough, but...well, how could I live with myself, if I didn’t at least try to help? Especially with how much help everyone else has given me...’

Just thinking of how disappointed Andre, Charlie, Skye and McNully would be, after how much faith they’d placed in her...it made Carewyn feel sick. 

So clenching her teeth and avoiding Orion’s eyes, she powered through, got up, and tried again. 

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again. 

It took over an hour for Carewyn to just stand on top of her broom without falling off. It took longer still for her to do it while standing on one foot. Several times she managed to catch herself before she fell off completely by snagging the broom with her ankle, leg, or hand in mid-air, but other times she fell back or face first into the dirt. She had to take out her wand and use Episkey and Scourgify to clean herself up several times, as well as fix her ponytail once or twice. But she kept getting back up. 

‘Now that I’ve pushed myself this hard, I can’t stop now,’ Carewyn thought fiercely. ‘The only thing worse than looking like an idiot would be to fail after looking like an idiot.’

The entire time Orion watched her in silence, his face impossible to read and his own balance never shifting. Carewyn avoided his eyes the entire time -- she hated feeling his judgmental gaze on her when she knew she wasn’t at her best, and she worried that if she looked him in the face or spoke to him, her temper would get the better of her and she might snap at him. 

At long last, when the sun was starting to set, Carewyn finally managed it. She kept her arms out on either side of her rather than clasped in front of her, balancing as if she were a circus performer on a wire. 

Breathing heavily, she finally looked back up at Orion. His lips had spread into a very small smile. 

“You have achieved balance,” he said. “Congratulations.”

He spoke as patiently as if the last three hours hadn’t even happened. 

Despite herself, Carewyn felt herself flushing with some pride. 

“...Thank you,” she muttered.

‘I wish I didn’t waste so much time, but...at least I finally did it!’

“Now we can communicate on the same level,” said Orion. 

“Then...does that mean I can get a Quidditch tryout?” Carewyn asked, sounding a bit more hopeful than she’d intended. 

“Can anyone really get a Quidditch tryout?” asked Orion in return.

Carewyn considered this. 

“...Well...no, I guess not,” she said sheepishly. “I mean, you’ll need someone to fill your Chaser’s spot, of course...but one would have to earn the chance to prove themselves first. Right?”

Orion’s face flickered with some interest. 

“Your mind works in complex ways,” he said, and he sounded rather pleased. “A Quidditch tryout is not something one can ‘get.’ It is something one...experiences. And yes, as you said, not everyone earns the privilege of that experience.”

Carewyn straightened up slightly, and her broom wobbled a bit under her. She quickly corrected her center of balance by pretending there was a string tied to the top of her head holding her up like a doll, like she used to when she was first learning how to hop on one foot when she was in grade school. 

“What must I do to earn such an experience, then?”

Orion’s black eyes sparkled with some mischief. “Let’s just say that when we next meet, we shall meet again.”

Carewyn frowned in confusion. “What?”

Rather than answer, Orion deftly leapt off his broom down to the ground, hoisting his broom up over his shoulders. 

“H-hey!” said Carewyn, as she quickly tried to get back on her broom and land properly. “Wait -- ”

But Orion had already strode off the pitch and disappeared. 

~~~

The second day was a bit more cloudy, but the same mild temperature. 

Carewyn once again found Orion balancing on his broom. He had his eyes open this time and his arms resting on either side of him absently, so she flew right up to him. 

“Good afternoon, Orion,” she greeted him politely. 

‘At least he’s not meditating this time, so I’m not interrupting anything.’

Orion didn’t respond. He seemed to be waiting for something. 

Carewyn felt a prickle of discomfort settling on the back of her neck. “...Orion?”

He once again didn’t respond, his gaze still almost expectant. 

Carewyn glanced down at his single leg balancing on his broom and then back up at his face. 

“Do you...need me to ‘communicate on your level?’” she asked. 

Orion’s eyes grew a little smaller, but remained rather pleasant. “Not my level -- our level. We are all equals on the Quidditch Pitch.”

Despite herself, Carewyn couldn’t help but smile a bit. ‘Well, that’s a nice attitude for a Captain to have, not to be condescending to the people he might lead.’

Taking a breath, she eased herself up onto her feet on her broom and carefully balanced. She wobbled slightly, trying to correct her posture so that she was standing up straighter. 

“It’s rare that someone shows such fire, when trying to balance for the first time,” said Orion.

Carewyn blinked. “‘Fire?’”

“Yes. You fell off many, many times yesterday. And yet you kept getting back up and trying again.”

Carewyn glanced away, off toward the stands. 

“...I probably wouldn’t have fallen off so many times, if I’d been able to practice ahead of time,” she muttered self-consciously. 

Orion’s lips actually spread into a very small, wry smile. “Ah, but would that have taught me anything about you?

Carewyn frowned deeply. “I think so. Hard work always shows through.”

“Naturally -- but you already stated you’d worked hard at your Quidditch skills, before balancing. And given that you led others to successfully break the Ice curse last year, it’s already quite clear that you both work hard and are a planner. What I did not yet know, however, was how you respond under pressure.”

Carewyn tilted her head slightly to the side. “...I see. And...did my response meet your expectations?”

Orion’s black eyes sparkled with slight amusement. “I think the better question is whether they met yours.”

Carewyn couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. “Of course not. I fell off my broom over a hundred times in the span of three hours.” 

“Many others gave up long before you did.”

“It doesn’t matter what anyone else did -- I know I could’ve done better, and I should have...”

Carewyn caught herself. She probably wasn’t making the best case for herself right now.

“...That’s why I’d like to have a chance at a tryout,” she said firmly. “I’d like to make up for that first impression and show what I can do.”

Orion’s eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, losing their amusement and becoming much more placid again. “Interesting. Your posture is modest, and yet your expectations seem to rest somewhere in the stratosphere.”

Carewyn wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, but she felt that she’d opened herself up to Orion more than she’d intended. It made her instantly feel uncomfortable, and she once again found herself wobbling slightly on her broom as she avoided his eye. 

“...I suppose so,” she muttered. “So...will you tell me what I have to do, to earn the chance to ‘experience’ a tryout?”

Orion closed his eyes. 

“Find your center,” he instructed her. 

“My center?”

“Your emotional and physical center. Find it and hold onto it -- make it your anchor, and let all imbalances and distractions fade away.”

“Will that earn me -- ?”

“There will be time for questions later. For now, we’ll find our center.”

~~~

The third day the clouds had darkened and a slight drizzle had started.  

Carewyn found Orion balancing again, and didn’t even speak to him until she was already balancing on her broom the way he did. 

“Hello, Orion.” 

“Your balance has improved,” commented the Slytherin Quidditch Captain. 

Carewyn nodded. “I practiced some more on my own time.”

“Such tenacity is to be commended.”

Orion closed his eyes and started to meditate. Carewyn once again felt uneasy, not wanting to be rude and interrupt him, but feeling like she didn’t have much choice. 

“...Should I...come back another time?” she asked.

“Now is the time,” said Orion patiently without opening his eyes. 

‘So he wants me to meditate with him some more,’ Carewyn deduced. She couldn’t help but feel slightly frustrated. Was he ever going to tell her what she needed to do to earn a tryout?

But she thought to herself, maybe this was the point. Orion was still clearly testing her -- not in the way Skye or McNully did, with shows of physical strength or recitations of Quidditch facts, but from an emotional perspective. He’d commented on her “fire” and “tenacity” -- therefore what seemed to matter most to Orion Amari wasn’t physical skill or Quidditch strategy, but one’s emotional state while flying. 

‘If that’s the case,’ Carewyn thought gloomily, ‘losing my temper or getting impatient would probably be the worst things I could do.’

Inhaling in through her nose and out through her mouth, Carewyn closed her eyes. The silence irritated her like a fly, so she soon started singing a song to herself in her own head, to pass the time. 

‘Here comes the rain again...falling on my head like a memory...’

The drizzle soon came down as a fuller rain, and Orion put an early end to their session and headed indoors. 

~~~

The fourth day, it rained all day. 

Carewyn didn’t find Orion near the Quidditch Pitch at all that day, nor in the halls of the school. Naturally he was a year ahead of her, so they had no classes together, but they were still both Slytherins, so she would’ve thought she’d see him at their table during mealtimes, at least. And yet, no. No, she did not.

'Does he do anything the way a normal person does?’ Carewyn couldn’t help but think to herself, baffled. 

~~~

The fifth day, the rain had cleared, but the sky was still very cloudy. 

Carewyn came to the Pitch and balanced alongside Orion as usual. What was not usual, however, was the swarm of Pixies that appeared out of nowhere and flew right at them while they were meditating.

Carewyn wobbled around on her broom, trying to whack them away without falling off. Orion, however, didn’t move an inch -- instead, all he did was recite random magical creatures under his breath. 

“Fire Crab, Flobberworm, Kneazle, Niffler...”

Although Carewyn just barely avoided falling off, it required all of her concentration. It was only once she’d finally managed to shake the Pixies off of her back that Orion spoke to her. 

“You did not ask me about Quidditch tryouts.”

Carewyn couldn’t completely fight back a frustrated glare. 

“Well, I was a little preoccupied,” she said sarcastically.

Orion raised his eyebrows. “Really? I didn’t notice.”

Carewyn felt her temper steaming. She was reminded of when Jacob would tease her about being a long-lost kelpie who their mother found and adopted as a baby, just because she put salt on everything. 

‘Even then, though, you knew Jacob only said those things because he wanted to get a rise out of you, not because he didn’t care,’ Carewyn reminded herself. 

Her heart ached at the thought of her brother. She would have him tease her for the rest of her life, if only he, she and Lane could be a family again...

Taking a deep breath, Carewyn fixed Orion with a more stoic expression. 

“...I’m surprised you didn’t. The Pixies were flying around you too.”

“Yes,” granted Orion. “But when focus meets balance, one can let Pixies be Pixies.”

Carewyn’s expression grew more thoughtful. “...I see. You need to block out all distractions and focus solely on your goal, if you have any hope of achieving it.”

Orion’s lips spread into a pleased smile. “Indeed. Playing Quidditch in its purest form means leaving one’s personal ‘Pixies’ off the pitch.”

‘I think I understand now,’ Carewyn thought. ‘This guy is a philosopher. He doesn’t want me asking about what I have to do to earn a tryout -- I have to find that out for myself.’

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed slightly and she nodded.

‘All right, then, Orion Amari...I’ll prove myself on your terms. Or rather, ours.’

~~~

The sixth day, there was a notable chill in the air. 

Carewyn bundled up in one of her warmest sweaters and found Orion at the Pitch balancing on his broom, his eyes closed while he meditated. Once she was balanced too, she tried a different tack. 

“Orion...what helps you balance?”

Orion smiled without opening his eyes. 

“Fire Crab, Flobberworm, Kneazle, Niffler,” he answered vaguely. 

Carewyn was baffled. “...Magical creatures?”

“Yes. You’ll want to remember those magical creatures.”

“What makes those creatures significant?”

“All creatures are significant.”

“Well, yes,” said Carewyn begrudgingly, “but what do they have to do with Quidditch?”

“What do any of us have to do with Quidditch?”

Carewyn just barely fought back the urge to sigh in frustration. ‘Now he’s just being obstinate!’

The memory of her brother Jacob’s cocky smile as he backtalked a wizard who had referred to him and Carewyn as “the bastard Cromwells” when they were in Diagon Alley hovered over her brain. The image oddly soothed her temper. 

‘All right, then,’ she thought decisively, ‘if he doesn’t like giving straightforward answers, then I’ll twist around him.’

“Fire Crabs, Flobberworms, Kneazles, and Nifflers, right?” she recurred. 

“Yes.”

Carewyn considered this. Then she smiled. 

“...Nifflers are like Seekers, aren’t they?”

Orion actually opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he considered her. 

“Nifflers can smell out gold from a mile away -- and Seekers have to be good at that too, if they want to go after the Snitch. And Fire Crabs...well, they’re aggressive and fierce. Sort of like Beaters! And Kneazles...well, they’re protective of any owner they’ve got, kind of like a Keeper protects their hoops. And Flobberworms...”

She trailed off with a frown. 

“Yes?” Orion prompted. He actually sounded very curious to hear her answer. 

After a moment, Carewyn deduced that she had no idea how the Hell a Flobberworm related to a Chaser. So, feeling at a loss, she nonetheless put on her bravest, wryest smile and channeled her brother as best she could. 

“...Well, I suppose we’ve moved about as far as a Flobberworm, whenever we’ve been balancing together.” 

Orion blinked. Then he actually laughed. It was a very quiet sound in the back of his throat, but a warm one -- it kind of reminded Carewyn of her mother Lane’s soft-spoken voice. 

Carewyn bit her lip to hold back a self-conscious giggle of her own. “...Did I...that is, did our thought processes match up at all?”

Orion smiled fully, his white teeth very bright. “No.”

~~~

The seventh day was even colder. 

Once again, Carewyn met Orion at the Pitch, this time wrapped up in her Slytherin scarf. Even when a rogue Bludger almost whammed into them, Carewyn was able to stay balanced enough to shimmy her broomstick out of the way with just her foot, taking out her wand and pointing it right at the Bludger.

“Finite Incantatem!”

A blast of white from her wand slammed into the Bludger and made it stop abruptly in its assault, hovering helplessly in mid-air for a few seconds before it dropped like a stone to the ground. 

Orion smiled, clearly pleased. Carewyn glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Was that another ‘Pixie,’ meant to distract me?” she asked him.

Orion’s black eyes twinkled. “Perhaps.”

Carewyn smirked broadly herself. “At least you only threw one Bludger at me -- Skye once surprised me with three.”

“Really?” said Orion amusedly. 

“Yes...though I daresay she would’ve seen me using my wand as cheating.”

“You will not be able to use it during a match,” Orion reminded her.

“Of course not,” said Carewyn. “But you already lost a Chaser thanks to a rogue Bludger -- I wasn’t going to just let it take you out too.”

Orion actually looked slightly taken aback. Then his expression softened. 

“...You express a lot of loyalty, for someone not even on the house team,” he said lowly. 

Carewyn sniffed in mild disapproval. “It was the right thing to do. We’re both Slytherins, aren’t we?”

Orion’s smile broadened, becoming more wry. “Indeed we are.” 

~~~

The eighth day was just as cold as the last. It was also the day that, once the two started balancing and meditating in silence together, Orion initiated conversation first. 

“Tell me, Carewyn Cromwell,” he said pleasantly, “what helps you balance?”

Carewyn blinked in surprise. Then she looked away, suddenly very uncomfortable. 

“Well...” she mumbled, “I sort of just...sing in my head.”

Orion raised his eyebrows. Carewyn felt her face flushing in embarrassment. 

“...Music helps me think,” she admitted sheepishly. “But well, radios and cassette players don’t work here -- so I’ve gotten used to just singing songs in my own head, whenever I’m working on something.”

It sounded really stupid when she said it aloud. Orion, however, considered her answer carefully. 

“...Will you sing the song you’ve been singing in your head aloud?”

Carewyn knew her face had to be a bright pink by now. Closing her eyes, she held her head up high as proudly as she could and, once she’d taken a breath, sang quietly aloud. 

“We...can never know about the days to come... But...we think about them anywaaaay... And I wonder...if I'm really with you now... Or just chasin' after some fiiiiner day...  Anticipation -- anticipaaation is makin' me late! ...Is keepin' me waaaaitin'... And I tell you...how eaaasy it feels to be with you... And how right...your arms feel around meeee... But I -- I rehearsed those words just late last night... When I was thinkin' about how right tonight might be! Anticipation -- anticipaaation is makin' me late! ...Is keepin' me waaaaitin'... And tomorrow...we might not be together... I'm no prophet -- and I don't know nature's waaaays... So I'll tryyyy...and see into your eyes right now... And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days!  These are the good old days! And stay right here...'cause these are the good old days! These are the good old days...these are the good old days... These are the good old days... These aaaaaaaare...the good old days...!”

When Carewyn finished, she waited. She didn’t know if she really wanted to open her eyes -- her breath control and pitch were hardly her best, considering she was doing it while balancing on one leg on her broomstick.

She was a bit surprised, therefore, when Orion responded,

“...In the future...please feel free to sing whatever song passes through your head, when we balance together.”

Carewyn opened her eyes. Orion had also opened his eyes and was smiling. 

She smiled back wryly. “Any song?”

“Preferably something to encourage peace and serenity,” Orion corrected himself coolly. 

Carewyn giggled. “No Bohemian Rhapsody, then.”

~~~

On the ninth day, the sun had peeked out of the clouds in a vain attempt to warm the Pitch. It was just as well, as it was filled with far more people than normal. 

Carewyn came to the Pitch as usual, only to instead find it swarming with other Chaser hopefuls, all practicing for and likely seeking out Orion to request a tryout. 

‘Orion wouldn’t be able to meditate at all in this mess,’ she concluded. ‘And knowing him, he’d probably want to dodge anyone who came just to ask him for a tryout, like he did me.’

She sighed. There was no way he’d have stuck around, seeing the assembled crowd. Still...she knew she really aught to practice. So she got her broom out, stood on top of it, and balanced off to the side, being careful to dodge any players working on the Porskoff Ploy and Reverse Passes. Once she’d taken some time to find her balance and focus, she felt better prepared to jump into practicing the Parkin’s Pincer and Thimblerig Shuffle with some of the other Chaser hopefuls.

Little did Carewyn know that Orion was there at the Pitch that day, watching from the commentary box out of everyone else’s view.

~~~

The tenth day -- a sunny day with a biting wind -- was the official day for Quidditch tryouts. 

Orion arrived at the Pitch a good hour before the tryouts were supposed to be held. He honestly didn’t like the thought of even having a specific date or time by which he had to select a candidate -- it had been Snape’s determination that Orion had to have a full team line-up ready five days before the next match, and even though Orion wasn’t much one for deadlines, he had to agree with the sentiment behind it. After all, a team couldn’t hope to strike a proper balance and fly as one without at least a little time to practice. That didn’t mean that Orion didn’t dread the flood of pushy students that would no doubt arrive even without an invitation to try to pressure him to pick them for the new Chaser spot. 

When Orion arrived, however, he found that he was not alone, as he had both expected and hoped. 

Standing on one foot on her broom was Carewyn Cromwell, her ginger hair up in a ponytail as usual and dressed in her Slytherin scarf, a collared shirt with her Slytherin tie tied neatly under a buttoned-up black cardigan, and a pair of jeans tucked into a pair of thick brown winter boots. She was already balanced perfectly, and at the sight of Orion flying up to her on his broom, she smiled.

“Good morning.”

Orion kept his face very neutral as he inclined his head to her. “Greetings, Carewyn Cromwell.”

He thoroughly expected her to ask about tryouts. She had met with him just about every day with the expectation of earning one, after all. But instead, she merely looked from his hands on the broom to up at his face with a small smirk, almost expectantly.

Orion, his face breaking into a wryer smile himself, nimbly leapt up onto his broom, balancing on it with ease. Carewyn beamed. 

“I’m sorry you weren’t able to meditate yesterday,” she said sympathetically.

Orion clasped his hands in front of him and closed his eyes. “Everything has its time. That time was simply not the best one for meditation.”

Carewyn nodded. “That’s why I thought you’d probably want to meditate a little earlier than usual. If it was that bad yesterday, I can only imagine how crazy it’s going to be today.”

“Like a flock of Snallygasters stalking prey,” said Orion very coolly.

“Mm...”

Orion opened his eyes. Carewyn’s eyes had drifted away, but her expression appeared oddly sad. 

“Your eyes have become rather cloudy,” said Orion curiously. 

Carewyn looked up, blinking in surprise. “Huh?”

“They’re swirling with thoughts. Might I know what they are?”

“Can you truly know another’s thoughts, even if one tried to describe them?” said Carewyn with a smirk, unable to resist the urge to poke fun. 

Orion fortunately took it in stride. “Can one truly know anything at all, description or not?”

Carewyn giggled behind her hand, before speaking more seriously.

“It wasn’t much, really, it’s just...I’m sorry you’ve been put under so much pressure,” she said quietly. 

Orion gave a mild shrug. “Three Chasers are needed, in any game of Quidditch. Where else must the pressure of those decisions fall, if not on one’s Captain?”

“Well, yeah, of course it’s your responsibility,” said Carewyn, “but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. I mean...Skye was really upset, when your Chaser got injured. She was really upset too. I heard her in the Hospital Wing, talking to Madame Pomfrey, and...she just sounded heartbroken. Like she felt like her injury was going to let you all down.”

Her blue eyes grew more solemn. 

“And...well, you don’t feel like that unless you really, truly care. Unless there are people who really rely on you and who you really don’t want to let down...because you know they’d feel the same way, if your places were switched.”

She couldn’t meet Orion’s eyes, but her expression was rather self-assured and confident as her gaze rested on his shoulder. 

“So I reckon you must have been really upset when she was hurt too. And if you were...I honestly don’t blame you, for not wanting to pick someone to replace her, even if it is only until she feels better. It’d probably be hard to find anyone who could take her place.”

Orion found himself feeling oddly speechless. He hadn’t expected to hear something like that. He certainly hadn’t given any indication of how upset he was about a member of his Quidditch family having been injured, not even to his own teammates, as he knew he’d have to put a strong face forward for them. For Carewyn to think so deeply on the matter and try to place herself in his shoes...it was a mark of remarkable empathy, something he had little experience with, but picked up from her very quickly, when she immediately caught on to his way of thinking and actively tried to speak in a way he understood. 

“She’s the one you should pick, Orion,” Skye had urged him the previous week. “I trained her myself. She’s resilient, she’s capable, and what’s more, she’s really determined. She might get all sappy and sensitive sometimes, but well, I reckon I’m not the best judge of that...” 

“She is a rather sensitive sort, Carewyn Cromwell,” McNully had commented to Orion earlier that week. “I’m about 95.5% sure that’s why she’s so determined to be Chaser at all. When we met, she said to me, ‘They’ -- that is, the Slytherin team -- ‘probably were really shaken about having lost their Chaser right before the match.’ And I said, ‘Yeah, I suppose so.’ And then she said, ‘If Orion cares so much about loyalty, then I reckon he probably cares about his teammates just as much as I do my friends. I don’t know if I’ll be good enough, but well, I’d like to help them if I can.’”

After a long moment, Orion’s face broke out into a full smile. 

“...You are the very first person who has ever expressed such a concern. And after how much I’ve dodged your pointed questions from the start...that takes a respectable amount of patience.”

Carewyn laughed. “Good of you to notice! Patience isn’t always easy for me...”

“You’re well on your way to mastering it,” said Orion, and his black eyes flickered with approval. 

He lowered himself back down onto his broom, his eyes never leaving her face.

“Meet me in the Changing Room. I believe I owe you something.”

~~~

Carewyn thoroughly expected some sort of note or invitation which would maybe give her a different location and time for tryouts or something. What she found instead, lying on the bench in front of the lockers, was a folded set of brand new, unworn, emerald green Slytherin Quidditch robes. 

Carewyn stared at them. When she turned around, she found Orion striding up behind her, beaming from ear to ear. 

“Congratulations, Carewyn Cromwell,” he said proudly. “Welcome to the Slytherin Quidditch team.” 

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