#qudditch through the ages

[reese-weasley]

[ character bio - Reese Weasley; intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings. ]

Character Basics

Character’s full name: Harrison Reese Weasley  Meaning of name: Reese; fire, passion.  Character’s nickname: he goes by his middle name because he was named after his godfather and doesn’t go by it for that reason since they sound similar. Birth date: July 1st, 2000 Age: 31 Zodiac: Cancer

Nationality / Species: English; wizard Languages Spoken: English, French, Spanish Orientation: heterosexual Blood Status: half-blood Army Affiliation: The Resistance 

Physical appearance

Height: 6′2 Body build: tall, athletic, muscular Eye color: blue Hair color: auburn Type of hair: messy curly/wavy, he has no idea because he never leaves it alone Glasses or contacts: glasses but he never wears them Face claim: Chris Evans Tattoos: a lot, but the more recent ones are Marcie’s wedding vows on the left side of his chest with their sons’ birth date and times beneath it and an owl on the other side that matches Hugo’s. Voice / Accent: English

Personality

Good personality traits: dedicated, genius, open-minded, trustworthy, wise. Bad personality traits: extremely introverted, hardheaded, proud, know-it-all, sarcastic. Personality Type: ISTJ, “the Logistician”  introverted, reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life. Character Label: The Polymath Patronus: hawk What would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil: anything related to Death Eaters. he got really paranoid after Marcie was attacked. If granted one wish, it would be: to never have to go to a social event ever again Character’s soft spot: his niece

Eight Song Playlist

Whatever It Takes; Imagine Dragons Sign of the Times; Harry Styles Soldier; Fleurie  Cardigan; Taylor Swift Yellow; Coldplay Just One Yesterday; Fall Out Boy Up in Flames; Ruelle Rise; Katy Perry

Past

Hometown: London, England Dream Job: Minister for Magic Education: Hogwarts / Cambridge  House: Slytherin

Present

Current location: London, England Currently living with: his wife and their identical twins Pets: their dogs, Olaf and Pumpkin, and cats, Henry and Mistletoe  Occupation: defense attorney / part-time law professor

Family

Wife: Marcelina Graves-Weasley Sons: Gene and Toby Graves-Weasley  Mother: Hermione Granger Relationship: he’s very close to his mother. he’s most like her and gravitated towards her growing up Father: Ron Weasley Relationship: he was never particular close to his father for no real reason growing up, but after his parents’ divorced, their relationship got a little strained

Siblings: Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley Relationship: he has a close relationship with his sister and brother

Grandparents: Molly and Arthur Weasley, the Grangers  Relationship: he’s close to both sets of grandparents, but spent more time with his mother’s parents because the Burrow was usually crowded and chaotic.

Other important family members: the Weasleys, the Potters, Ilsa and Lucien Malfoy-Weasley (niece and nephew).

Favorites

Color: blue Music: he listens to a mix of a lot Literature: he can go through books weekly, sometimes daily.

Habits

Musical instrument: piano Sport: qudditch Smokes: no Drinks: not a lot, usually only at dinner Other drugs: no Extremely skilled at: his job, magical and muggle law, flying, teaching Extremely unskilled at: being in social settings

Traits

Optimist or pessimist: pessimist Introvert or extrovert: introverted Daredevil or cautious: cautious Logical or emotional: logical Disorderly or methodical: methodical Prefers working or relaxing: working Confident or unsure of himself: confident Animal lover: yes, specifically dogs and he would adopt 50

Relationships with others

Love interest: Marcelina Graves-Weasley Best friends: Jasper Travers, Emmett Rowle, Teddy Potter Close Friends: Alice Davies

Short Bio

Reese was always ahead of other kids intellectually. Before he went to Hogwarts, he’d already read his way through most of the required reading for his first year’s curriculum. The Hat wanted to put him in Ravenclaw because of his high intellect, but his drive for perfection and ambition won out. Reese always hung around the older kids at school, and kept to himself most of the time, preferring to be around a smaller group of close friends. He was prefect and eventually Head Boy, and played quidditch. After graduation, Reese went to muggle university to study law and he teaches there now part-time when he’s not working as a defense attorney. 

#&& bio. #― musings. #[ pinned. ]

[slaughter-books]

Day 30: BFTbookchallenge: July Wrap-up

My July, 2017 book wrap-up!!

As well as reading the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them screenplay, I also, finally, got around to watching the movie & it was amazing!!

#bftchallenge #bpcforthoughts #booksforthoughts #july 2017 #book wrap up #fantastic beasts and where to find them #the original screenplay #the movie #tales of beedle the bard #qudditch through the ages #j k rowling #the crane wife #patrick ness #red rising #pierce brown #now i rise #kiersten white #jurassic park #michael crichton #wreck #fleur ferris #truthwitch #susan dennard #akarnae #lynette noni #the beast #i love books

[malfoysstilinski]

girl in the mirror pt2 | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

SUMMARY: part two of girl in the mirror. draco meets his soulmate for the first time. she’s pretty cool for a muggle, but reveals something that has him heading back to hogwarts a little less than happy. 

WARNINGS: none i think?  

A/N: i dont think americans have houses and i assume most of my readers are american,, so in case its confusing obviously theyre like harry potter houses, but jk rowling made it ten times more dramatic and a main part of her story. we dont really care about houses irl. 

Explaining to you that Draco was a wizard was one of the most frustrating and hardest things the blond boy had ever had to do. Only hours later were you starting to reluctantly believe that he was telling the truth. He’d been reluctant to tell you, but since you were his soulmate, you were allowed to know. You had the right. 

The pair of you hadn’t even realised how much time had gone by, sat on your bed as you stare at him unsurely. 

“You look as though you still don’t believe me,” Draco says. “I’ve shown you my wand.”

“Yes, but you’ve not shown me any real magic, have you?” You raise an eyebrow, folding your arms across your chest. 

“I told you, I have to wait a few months ‘till I’m seventeen,” Draco reminds you with a roll of the eyes. “Then I’ll show you something.”

You sigh, not wanting to believe him but having a funny feeling that he was telling the truth. I mean, how else could you explain the fact that he had literally fallen through your mirror? 

“So... We’re soulmates,” you repeat from earlier, before the two of you had fought over whether or not Draco was really a wizard. 

“Yeah,” Draco whispers with a nod. “You know what that is, right?”

“I guess,” you mumble, hugging your arms closer to yourself. “But why is your soulmate not... magic as well?”

Draco shrugs. “Happens sometimes,” he says. “Never ever to a Malfoy...” He looks a little paler as he says so. “But I suppose there’s a first for everything.”

You wonder why it’s a big deal for a member of his family to be put with ‘a Muggle’ as he had called you before. 

“Enough about me,” Draco claps his hands together when he sees the clogs in your brain turning. “Let me find out about you. Please. I’ve been wondering about you since the day I turned thirteen.”

“There’s not much to say,” you sigh. “I guess I just go to school... come home... homework... maybe hang out with friends sometimes.” 

Draco seems interested despite your negative mood, sitting up straighter with an eager look behind his silver eyes and an encouraging small smile on his face.

 He looks odd sat on your bed. He truly does look like some sort of magical being with his pale features and icy hair, and the black suit and turtleneck and polished shoes make him look like he belongs truly where he says he’s from-- a castle or something. Not your bedroom that screams twenty-first century teenage girl.  

“Well, tell me about school,” Draco suggests, glancing you over. “Your tie is red. Is that your house?”

You glance down with a frown, pulling at your tie. “Hm? Oh, no. I’m in Austen. The yellow house.”

Draco frowns. “Is that good or bad?”

You frown back, raising a brow at him. “I mean... we won the most house points last year? Not really a big deal. Oh, and we won house games, like, two years in a row.”

“Not a big deal?” Draco scoffs. “Well done, Y/N! That is a great deal.”

You stare at him like he’s grown two heads. “Thanks? I’m assuming houses are a big deal at your school?”

“Well, of course,” he says rather arrogantly. “I’m a Slytherin. How were you sorted into your house? Do you take personality quizzes in the Muggle world?”

“No,” you giggle slightly and Draco’s heart skips a beat at the sound. “You just get put into whatever house depending on what tutor group you’re in. I switched from green to yellow half way through secondary school because our tutor group got full.”

Draco had never looked so confused. He wonders how Muggles are even motivated to do well when their house points don’t even really mean anything to them. 

He knows a few things about Muggles-- he knows they definitely do not play Qudditch on flying brooms and would much rather play football. He guesses their house games are like that. 

“My tie’s red because I’m a prefect,” you say and reach into your bedside drawer, producing a red badge with ‘prefect’ written in gold on it. 

Draco’s grin brightens, taking it from you as he scans it over. “Oh, they look just like ours!”

You laugh at his eagerness. “That’s good.”

There’s a moment of silence and Draco peers at all of the records placed on your wall. He stands and moved to look at some of the vinyl covers, pointing at your The Neighbourhood one, releasing a huff of air past his nose and glancing over his shoulder back at you. 

“You listen to this one all the time,” Draco states. “I like the one about jumper weather or something.”

You laugh and nod. “Sweater Weather. It’s a good song...” You trail off. “You know, I don’t really understand your music. You only seem to listen to classical.” 

“That’s me,” Draco says, scratching the back of his neck. “Playing the piano. I don’t- I don’t really listen to music much. I never really have to when you listen to it 24/7 anyway.”

You look away with a small blush on your face, bashful. “Sorry.”

“No, no, no,” Draco moves to sit beside you on your bed. “I love it, actually. It makes assemblies less boring and sleeping in a dorm far more bearable.” 

“I’m glad,” you say. “Do you want to listen to something now?”

Draco’s breath hitches because it’s all he’s ever wanted. He nods slowly, scared that you would laugh in his face and take your suggestion back. You grab your phone off of your bedside table and press shuffle on a playlist. Draco can’t believe how weird it is to hear your music playing but not have it muffled in his ears as if he was underwater. 

He watches with parted lips as you slide down so you’re laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Draco looks at you like you put the stars and the moon in the sky. You might be just a Muggle, but you’re magic to him. The true definition of it. 

Slowly, unsure if he’s crossing a line or not, Draco slides down so he’s lying beside you on your bed, on his back like you. You both stare at your ceiling and he notices that you have constellations painted on it. He nearly melts when he sees ‘Draco’, one of the biggest ones. 

He slides his hand down the small gap in between you and hesitantly holds your hand before guiding it up above your heads. It’s not like real stargazing, but Draco likes it. Maybe one day he would be able to sneak you to the Astronomy Tower and show you the same sky he stares at most nights. 

“That’s Draco,” he says. 

You smile as you turn to face him and Draco shuffles to face you too, the only sounds being your small breaths and an Arctic Monkeys song playing behind you. 

“Maybe I always knew?” You suggest. 

“Maybe,” Draco chuckles back and turns to look up at the ceiling. 

You spend a few seconds admiring his side profile; his sharp jaw and the strength of his nose. It’s hard to be scared of the stranger when he’s so beautiful and feels so familiar. Like a puzzle piece you’d been looking for. 

“You’ve only been playing sad songs recently,” Draco says quietly after a little bit. “Is everything okay with you? I was worried... so I asked my friend to teach me how to do the mirror trick.”

You frown a little at the reminder and immediately grow embarrassed. You’re not sure if you should make up a lie or try to change the subject, but Draco seems really concerned and you’d feel awful lying. 

“My... Well, um, my boyfriend broke up with me,” you say awkwardly. 

You feel Draco stiffen beside you. He sits up after a few seconds. He knows it’s not really your fault but he can’t help feeling jealous and angry. He swallows as he stares at a spot on your carpet, unsure how to feel knowing that his soulmate had been with another person. 

He needed a moment to think. He didn’t want to scare you with his harsh words or looks.

“I should get back,” Draco mutters, trying to make his voice sound strong as he stands.

“Draco, I--”

“It’s nearly what? Four in the morning? I should of been going ages ago anyway,” he forces you a grim smile as he heads towards the mirror. “I’ll try and talk to you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You watch with a saddened expression as Draco slips his hand through the glass or your mirror and is suddenly gone. You push yourself up from the mattress and rush over, your fingertips brushing it but coming to a dead end. You blink back tears, wondering if you had just imagined the entire thing. 

You stare into the mirror, unaware that Draco is sadly staring back. 

...

i know it’s a lil dramatic but that’s draco for you and teen love in general tbh 

#draco malfoy #draco #malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #dracomalfoy #harry potter #harry potter imagine #imagine #draco malfoy x muggle!reader #draco malfoy au #draco malfoy soulmate au #harry potter au

[steampunkserpent27]

Occipital

CW: Angst, attack that leads to, severe injury, permanent disability, Angst w bad ending, hospital setting, temporary confusion Harry leaned forwards against his broomstick, waiting for the match to begin. He had decided to join the Quidditch team again after the war ended. There were so few things that still gave him joy and he missed the thrill of flying.  Today he was playing against the Slytherin team. It was the second match of the season. He knew Draco was watching him from the bleachers. He had refused to try out for the team, saying that no one would want to play with or against a death eater.  Suddenly the balls were released and the match had begun. Harry lingered near the edge of the pitch keeping an eye out for the Golden Snitch. For the most part he ignored the other players.  A flash of gold caught his eye and he shot off after it. Exhilaration filled his chest as he streaked through the air, wind ruffling his messy hair. The Snitch dove downwards in a playful spiral so Harry changed course to follow it. Diving after the Snitch the wind filled his ears and pushed against him as he descended rapidly.  A loud whistling hum suddenly filled the air and before Harry could even turn his head to look a heavy force slammed into the back of his skull. Searing pain shot from the base of his head towards his eyes and a loud crack filled his ears.  And then it was all gone.  -      -        -         -         -        -          -          -          -         -          -        -       - A persistent ringing filled his ears as he woke. His head throbbed with every beat of his heart and a quiet groan escaped his lips.  He didn’t dare open his eyes. He could scarcely imagine what the bright light would do to his headache.  Someone shifted next to him and he felt cold fingers brush along his flushed arms. Slowly he opened his fingers and grasped for the hand he so desperately wanted to hold. Without a moments hesitation the cool skin appeared and squeezed his hand gently.  Harry didn’t have the faintest idea of what happened. The last thing he remembered he’d been getting dressed for his Quidditch match. So why did he feel like his skull had been cracked open.  His hand was slowly lifted and warm lips were pressed against his knuckles as the cool skin grasped his hand tightly. After a moment the lips were removed (to Harry’s disappointment) and a soft but thick voice whispered next to him,” You scared me so badly.”  Even as quiet and gentle as the voice was it still sent sharp stabbing pain throughout his head and he winced.  But still, he wanted to hear that comforting voice again. He needed it. It made him feel safe and warm. He shakily raised his free arm to try and get the voice to start talking again. Only it didn’t. A gentle hand took his other arm and held onto it as well.  This wasn’t what Harry had intended but it was nice too. It made him feel grounded, it kept him from floating away.  The warm embrace of sleep was tugging at him and he found he didn’t have the strength to fight it for long. He just hoped the cool hands would be there when he woke.  -    -     -     -     -    -    -    -     -     -     -    -    -    -     -     -     -    -    -    -     -     -     - When Harry woke again his brain was slightly clearer than before. Although he still wasn’t sure what had happened he knew he must be in the hospital wing. He still didn’t remember playing Qudditch but he knew he must’ve. Something must’ve happened on the pitch that landed him in the hospital wing.  Harry wondered how long he’d been out for. He hoped it’d only been a few hours. Suddenly he remembered the cool hands which he now knew belonged to Draco.  Was Draco still waiting by him?  He opened his mouth and whispered,” Dr-”  He cut off and let out a gasp of pain as the pounding increased into rattling explosions that shook him to the core.  A chair shifted beside him as someone got to their feet and hurried to his bed. A soft cool hand rested across his forehead and he let out a sigh of relief. The cold skin felt so nice against his hot clammy face. The pounding subsided slightly and he leaned into his hand further.  The sound of liquid being poured caught his attention. Footsteps approached and the familiar voice of Madame Pomfrey filled the air,” Do you think you can swallow a potion? It will help with the pain.”  Her voice wasn’t necessarily loud but it still sent fresh explosions off in his temples.  He nodded slightly not wanting to jostle his head too much.  Hearing Madame Pomfrey approach he opened his mouth and felt the edge of a vial place against his lips. The liquid was warm and sappy with a sickly sweet after taste. He swallowed and hated how much he shook as he did.  At least he hadn’t choked.  A soft tingling sensation started at the base of his head and quickly spread towards his temples and into his eyes. It was an odd feeling but it was significantly preferred to the throbbing pain.  After a moment he hesitantly tried to speak,” W-what happened?”  It still stung but it was manageable. He was surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded.  It was Draco who spoke this time,” A bludger hit you in the back of the head.”  Harry swallowed and spoke again,” H-how?”  Draco took his hand and caressed it gently,” Someone.. Someone sent it after you. We don’t know who yet.”  Harry shook his head. Why? Why would someone attack him like that? He couldn’t think of anyone who hated him so much. Not anymore at least.  Mrs. Pomfrey walked around the length of his bed,” I was able to mend the fracture to your skull when you arrived here. Can you tell me the last thing you remember before you were brought here?”  Harry took a shaky breath. Skull fracture?  “I.. I was getting ready for Quidditch.” He gasped out after a moment of pause.  “Alright. Can you feel this?” She asked.  Harry felt her poke his thigh,” Yeah.”  She moved down his legs until she reached his feet. Once she was convinced he hadn’t lost mobility of his legs she sat down next to his head.  “There is significant damage to your occipital lobe. I can mend bones and muscles easy enough but your brain is entirely different. It is a sponge of information that grows and learns as you age. I can’t just fix that with a spell. Can you open your eyes for me?”  Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had brain damage? What the hell was that supposed to mean? He felt fine. He understood what was going on. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d beaten Voldemort he was supposed to not be in danger anymore.  After everything she said fully registered he nodded shakily. Of course he could open his eyes. He was fine. There was nothing wrong with him. She was wrong. She had to be wrong.  He repeated the simple action he’d done a million times before. He opened his eyes.  A terrified whimper escaped his lips and he froze up in horror. Everything was still black. His eyes were open but everything was dark. He couldn’t see.  Draco grabbed onto Harry’s hands,” Harry?” He breathed out. He sounded scared.  Harry flicked his eyes in the direction of Draco’s voice. Was he even looking at him or was he looking over his shoulder?  Oh god. He was blind.  He fought to even out his frantic breathing and eventually gasped out,” I can’t see.”  He hated how scared his own voice sounded.  Draco gasped his breath catching in his throat.  He wanted to disappear. He didn’t want to do this. He wanted to go back to sleep and wake up and go back to how things were.  This was just a bad dream. It had to be. He just had to wake up.  But he couldn’t wake up.  Deep down he knew this was real. All of it.  His sight was gone.  And his future with it. 

#harry potter #drarry #sad drarry #angst #drarry angst #drarrystory #injury #blindness #angst with bad ending #quidditch #hospital wing #confusion

[fred-george-fic]

In the Middle Pt. 2

Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (Eventually)

A/N: This is kind of a large chapter, but if I didn’t include the date, it would’ve been an extremely short chapter. So, I hope you enjoy! (P.S. As always if you have any questions or suggestions, feel free to comment or message me!)

Summary: Back to Hogwarts we go! Plus a first date with a special someone. 

Pairing(s): Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Slight angst? Snogging?

Masterlist:~Part 1~

Back to Hogwarts

You stand there on platform 9 and ¾ with the Weasley family, Harry and Hermione. Everyone is saying their goodbyes to Arthur and Molly, thanking them for everything they did for you this summer. As you take a step back, you see Cedric and his father out of the corner of your eye. Cedric notices you looking over at him and gives you a slight wave. You return the greeting, tucking your hair behind you hear and return your attention back to the group.

You and Cedric had been sending each other a few letters over break and since you were staying at the Burrow, George and Fred constantly teased you about it. The contents of the letters were typical chatting, mostly just a way to keep it touch after the horrors of the Qudditch World Cup. He originally sent the first letter just to make sure you were okay, but you had continued to send them back and forth.

“Y/N! Let’s go! If we want to get our booth, we have to get on now!” George yells while walking towards the train with Fred. Molly grabs your shoulder before you begin walking towards the train to stop you.

“Please do your best to keep them out of trouble, dear. Who knows what hijinks those two will get into this year” Molly says pulling you into a large hug. “And be safe yourself, you’re more than welcome to stay with us again.”

“Thank you, Molly. I’ll do my best!” You return the hug, give her a slight wave and run onto the train, finding George and Fred in your usual booth.

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You sit in the Great Hall, wedged between Fred and George, watching the first years get sorted into their respective houses, cheering whenever one gets picked for Gryffindor. After they get sorted, Professor Dumbledore announces that there will be no Quidditch this year, due to a special event. This causes a lot of yelling in the Great Hall, especially from you and the twins. Dumbledore quickly continues introducing the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mad-Eye Moody, who continuously drinks out of a little flask. As he continues on, he announces the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament which will begin at the end of October on Hallowe’en giving the winner fame and one thousand Galleons. But, that no student under the age of 17 will be allowed to participate.

“That’s rubbish!” George and Fred shout in unison, riling up other students around them. Soon, murmurs and shouts continue throughout the hall. Ever since they won their bet and were never given the money, the twins knew this could be their last resort for opening the shop.

“SILENCE!” Dumbledore shouts, quickly quieting the entire hall. “The rules of the tournament are final. There is no room to discuss them any further.” With that, Dumbledore turned around and took his seat at the table.

As you leave the Great Hall, you hear your name being called from behind. “Cedric?” You asked as you turned around, just in time to see the yellow and black robes rounding the corner.

“Y/N.” He said with a brilliant smile but just continued to look at you

“Yes?” You looked at him, confused on why he was just staring. You waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you alright?”

“Sorry, I just got lost in thought” He shook his head. “How would you feel about going to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

“Like a date?” You smile and look up at him.

“Exactly like a date.” He smiles back, looking extremely pleased.

“I would be delighted.” You blush. 

“Great, I’ll meet you outside your common room around 12.” He waves goodbye and turns around looking back at you with a smile before returning to the first years to lead them to the Hufflepuff common room. You could hear their murmurs about dating outside the houses and if you were his girlfriend. You hear him say “I’m working on that part” before rounding the corner.

“Did Pretty Boy Diggory just ask you on a date?” You look behind you and notice Fred and George leaning against the wall.

“We’re already becoming second best, Fred.” George says shaking his head.

“Didn’t even notice us coming out of the Great Hall.” Fred exclaims, throwing up his hands and walking towards the common room. 

“This is what happens when I don’t have two boys hovering over me.” You laugh and follow behind them.

“If you wanted that then you shouldn’t have sat in our booth during our first year.” Fred teased.

“You really should’ve planned your life better six years ago.” George retorts.

“If I would’ve know you two were this annoying, I just might have.” Your laughing continues as the boys look at you with false hurt in their eyes. “Are you two upset about the tournament?”

“Oh, don’t worry we have a plan.” They both looked back at you with a mischievous grin.

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The weekend came quickly, as the castle continuously buzzed with excitement over the Triwizard tournament. You, Hermione and Ginny were all up on Saturday morning. Both of them trying to help you pick out what to wear. You settled on your nicest jumper and a skirt. You thank Ginny and Hermione and make your way down to the common room to eat before Cedric came to pick you up. The moment you reach the end of the stairs and go into the common room, you see both Fred and George relaxing on one of the couches. As you attempt to walk by, they both notice you immediately.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Fred says, getting up from the couch, putting an arm around your shoulder to stop you from leaving.

“I was trying to go get some breakfast.” You say rolling your eyes, weaving out of his arm. “Do you two care to join me?” 

“Gladly” George says getting up from the couch and following you out of the common room. 

“So, Timber. Did you get all dressed up for Diggory?” Fred teased. You rolled your eyes and blushed slightly, trying to hide it.

“Busted!” Fred laughed and George followed suit.

As you walk into the Great Hall, you immediately feel someone staring at you. As you look over at the Hufflepuff table, you meet Cedric’s eyes. He was in the middle of a conversation and immediately stopped. This caused his friends to look over and notice you as well. Cedric beamed, giving you his brightest smile. You felt your face getting hot and began walking quicker to the Gryffindor table. You sneak one last glance over at Cedric, whose smile has fallen, staring directly at the Weasley twins, as his friend whispered something in his ear. You let out a sigh as you sat down at the table and began to grab a small portion of breakfast. 

“Alright, what’s wrong?” George asked, nudging you with his elbow.

“My relationship with Cedric is over before it even began.” You motion with you head towards the Hufflepuff table, where Cedric has continued his conversation, occasionally casting glances at the three of you. “He thinks I fancy one of you or vice versa.”

“That’s mad!” Fred says sharing a glance with George, that you do not seem to notice. “On the bright side, he hasn’t come to cancel your date, so you should have time to clear everything up.”

“I guess you’re right.” You play with your food, occasionally taking a bite as the boys change the subject and chat among themselves.

“What’s wrong with her?” You hear Ron ask as he sits across from you with Harry, Hermione and Ginny. You groan and the twins tell the group what had happened that morning.

“I mean; you do spend an awful lot of time together.” Harry says grabbing a portion of food. “Not that it’s a bad thing or anything! But it can be intimidating.”

“We’re a package deal!” Fred and George say in unison, both putting their arms around you.

“Yes, the host and her two parasites.” You laugh as the twins put their hands over there heart in mock heartbreak. 

“Fred, how will we ever recover?” George teased.

“I don’t know George; this may be permanent damage.” Fred replied. Both twins immediately started laughing.

“Well, while you’re trying to recollect your pride, I am going to head back to the common room and wait for my date.” You get up from the table and start making your way to the common room. 

As you got out of earshot from the group, Fred immediately turns to George “You’re just going to let this continue? I thought you had a plan?”

“She obviously likes Diggory, I am not going to ruin that by sharing my own feelings.” George states, looking over at Cedric to ensure he can’t hear.

“But Geo-” Hermione starts.

“No.” He quickly says and shrugs “As long as she’s happy, I’m happy.” The others quickly drop the subject, with Fred glaring daggers at his twin knowing that he could make her happy if he’d just put himself out there.

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It’s almost twelve o’ clock now and you’re waiting outside the common room by yourself. It took some convincing, but you managed to get it through George and Fred’s heads that if they waited outside the common room with you, it would only make things worse. You hear the clock ring throughout the castle signaling that it is officially twelve. After about ten minutes’ pass by before you begin to worry that Cedric isn’t going to come. You’re about to walk back into the common room, when you hear loud footsteps approaching.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” Cedric claims as you turn around to face him, noticing him holding a pinkish flower at his side.

“Is that Vervain?” You look at the flower and then back up to Cedric.

“Is that what it’s called?” Cedric looked at the flower and then held it out to you. “I was late because I asked around what your favorite flower was. Hermione and Ginny didn’t know but remembered you picking the pink ones that looked like bells.”

You take the flower and smile down at it. “That’s so kind of you Cedric. These flowers actually have healing properties, specifically for mad dog bites. Let me go put it in my dorm, just a second” You quickly run upstairs, placing the flower on your chest and meet Cedric back outside.

“Ready to go?” Cedric holds out his hand to you.

“Absolutely.” You take his hand and begin walking towards Hogsmeade.

Once you arrive at Hogsmeade, you could see a number of students walking around, going in and out of shops. “I was thinking we could go to Honeydukes first and then head over to the Three Broomsticks for butter beer?” Cedric asked.

“Sounds lovely.” You respond and make your way over to Honeydukes taking in the various colors of the shop. 

“What’s your favorite?” Cedric asks, grabbing himself a liquorice wand. 

“Personally, I enjoy the glacial snowflakes.” You say grabbing a box off the shelf.

“I excepted some type of chocolate.” Cedric laughed and held out his hand. “Here, I’ll buy them for you.”

“Or, I can buy yours.” You say walking up to the counter with a grin on your face.

“No, I got it this time, maybe you can get the next.” He pays and hands you your box of glacial snowflakes, your fingertips brushing against each other lightly. “Shall we?”

You began your walk towards The Three Broomsticks with Cedric. While walking and having a pleasant conversation. He casual grabs your hand, you try not to focus on the warmth radiating into your cheeks and you continue the conversation. “So, next time? Are you implying that there will for sure be a next time?” You say looking over at him.

“Well, I at least hope there will be.” Cedric smiles at you as you reach The Three Broomsticks. “How about you find us a table and I’ll grab two butterbeers?”

As you enter inn, you notice a few students that you recognize from different classes scattered around. You find a table in the corner and Cedric quickly returns with the drinks. “Thank you.” You say grabbing the drink from him and he slides into the booth besides you.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles and takes a sip of his drink. “I really do have something to ask you.”

“Okay, what do you got?” You had a feeling you knew what this question was going to be about the Twins, but you did your best to keep a smile on your face.

“Do you fancy either of the Weasley twins? I just- see you with them all the time and my friends say they often see you laughing and flirting” He looks down at his drink, visibly embarrassed that he had to ask such a question, but you knew it was bothering him.

“Cedric-” You grab his hand. “They have been my best friends since our first year. You have nothing to worry about. They have been there for me in the darkest moments of my life, especially their family.”

Cedric turns to face you head on. “I’m sorry. I just saw you with them today and I grew concerned. You are just the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen; so I couldn’t imagine what other guys might be thinking.”

You blushed heavily and looked back down at your hands, your fingers interlaced with his. After finishing up the Three Broomsticks, you and Cedric walked back to Hogwarts hand in hand. As you both reach your common room, you turn to face each other. “Thank you. Today has been wonderful.” You say, smiling up at him.

“Y/N, do you remember at the quidditch world cup the conversation we were having before we were interrupted?” Cedric asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer.

You begin blush, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes?”

“Well, there was something I was going to do.” He says and starts leaning in closer to you. Just then his lips grazed yours, softly brushing against them sending shivers through your spine. You smiled and took a step away from him. “Goodnight Cedric.” You say with a slight wave and slide into the Gryffindor common room.

Once you enter, you notice Hermione sitting on the couch near the fireplace and plop down next to her. “Someone had a nice time.” She said looking up from her book and raising an eyebrow. You sigh and lightly touch your fingers to your lips.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #the weasley twins #george weasley x reader #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagines #george weasley imagines #the goblet of fire #cedric diggory #george weasley

[swanqiu]

——— for @atomancy, continued from here.

“ Don’t say that to me, Viktor. Not you, of all people. ”

Viktor’s smile is a little lacking when he offers it. It’s bittersweet at best. He doesn’t take any pleasure in the fact that he’s given up his dream, that he’s retired from Qudditch without taking the World Cup for Bulgaria. He enjoys sharing this news even less, especially after the last match he played. He was three inches from victory only to lose a second time and had quit on the spot in tears. It was all over the papers, and at least she’d had the decency to ask if it was true. You are hearing right, he’d told her. I gave up. Bitter words for a bitter time. He sighs and shakes his head. “Sometimes it is better to be letting things go,” he tells her quietly. “I am.... tired. So very tired. I have been working since I am thirteen. It is time.” It’s half his life already come and gone, and he’d technically been working before that too. “It is better to be giving it up now.”

He feels like he’s disappointed her, and he knows she’s not the only one. Hell, he feels like he’s in mourning himself, abandoning his dream. He’d been so close twice and can’t bear the thought of failing a third time. “And anyway...Aleks is needing me. He is still only a baby. Ah--my nephew. I am...raising him. For now.” He says that, but the child is two and his mother shows no signs of getting better or having any intention of trying to parent him herself. She hasn’t even seen him since he was six months old. Viktor’s not even sure if she’s still in the country. “Not all dreams are meant to be working out, I suppose. I will... I will find a new dream. It is no matter.”

Viktor Krumov has always been Krumov— Krum— to anyone who has watched him play. Krum is a steel-cut chant, a cheer, that increases in volume as he gains speed on his broom, hurtling through the air toward an unsuspecting Snitch. Krum is a condensed reflection of who he is, unbending and to-the-point. Walking beside her now, though, is Viktor. Viktor she has known for a much shorter time than she’s known of Krum, but Viktor is whose company she’s grown to appreciate and savor over the years. Very few people have the ability to make silence comfortable, and even fewer people have the gift of perceiving others without anything really needing to be explained, but he accomplishes both of these things effortlessly. A rare find, in an acquaintance. In a friend. 

Still, for his sake, the sting of realizing that he’s giving up his dream doesn’t really fade. It’s one thing for Cho to hear him say it and to hear him admit it, but it’s another thing for her to see the almost painful expression he wears and to fully accept that this is truly what he wants. She’d seen the headlines— bold block letters with baited buzz words that underestimated his tenacity. She’d attempted to read the opinion columns— half-baked, formless gossip pieces from so-called Quidditch analysts who relied too heavily on ‘advanced’ stats and age as a factor for win production.

She doesn’t tell him that she thinks he deserved— deserves— better from the League.

Cho is quiet for a moment, pursing her lips as the scuffle of their footsteps temporarily fills the silence. When she does speak, it’s preceded by a sigh. “You know, I cheered for you that year, at the World Cup. In— what was it— ‘94? Yeah?” There are things she doesn’t talk about often, that school year, specifically, being one of them, but she’s aged enough now and distanced enough from that time to swallow its bitter pill without crying. “To think that Cho would also have the privilege of seeing Viktor Krumov at the tail end of his Quidditch career?” Cho’s subsequent smile is one that attempts to tease and muster up her full support despite whatever else she might feel about his announcement. “She’d be short with me, owing to the fact that I never tried to pester you into introducing me to the Tornadoes.”

Outside of the unlikely friendship they’ve slowly built over the years, she has mainly ever known of Viktor through Quidditch— Quidditch and the Tournament and Cedric— so it’s a bit of a blank slate for her to imagine what the next steps for him might look like. A small smile settles over her lips at the thought of Viktor and Aleks, though— of Viktor with a child whose mere mention makes the shadows leave his face temporarily. “Your new dream, huh?” she muses aloud, keeping her observations to herself for the time being, before turning back to the path ahead. Always pressing on, the both of them. “Not that I think you don’t deserve to rest for a bit— for a while— before you go on and pursue whatever that might be, but... any ideas?”

#atomancy #lol aj this is approximately 12309516 days overdue but let it be known that the magic and the GIFT of u blessing me with a dad!viktor thread #is truly top tier material. unrivaled. the purest form of serotonin possible. #i STILL haven't gotten over it. thanks i love it!!! 😭 #anyway @ all the reporters and sports journalists who made his retirement even worse with all of their speculating and blaming: 🔪🔪🔪 #anyway x2 sorry for all the italics in the first paragraph and if they make anything hard to read :( #anyway x3 the vibe here is very much viktor is hannah montana minus the sneaking around #anyway x4 there is never any obligation to reply esp if this is so far out from when you wrote the og starter and you lack muse for this one #but this post is mainly because *I* WANTED TO RESPOND WITH SOMETHING <3

[bookishtickles]

Short but sweet :)

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Harry lay on the bed, half on it, half laying upside down off the edge. He isn't quite sure what motivated him to lay like this, but as he read Qudditch Through The Ages, he could feel his stretched out and exposed belly, but didn't care. It's not like a person was coming to tickle him

Sirius comes in and grins at the sight. "Oh dear," he chuckles as he sits beside Harry

"Hello," Harry says, not thinking about his belly still. Silly boy

Sirius grins and sprawls his fingers out on Harry's belly

Harry gasps and giggles. As he drops his book, and tries to cover his tummy and get up, Sirius smirks, "So what do we have here," as he starts scribbling before Harry can protect his belly

"STAHAHAHAHAP!" Harry squeals, blushing. His belly being stretched out is only making this tickle so much more, and he was already incredibly ticklish

"How can I resist when your tummy is just begging for it?" Smirks Sirius as he squeezes, chuckling at Harry's yelp

"It's noHOHOHOHOT!" Harrys laugh is loud, high pitched and very cute as he cries out when Sirius vibrates in to his stretched, skinny belly

"Why else would you be laying like this?" Sirius smirks, shaking a hand in now and vibrating. He knows this really gets Harry without his belly being stretched out and can only imagine how much it's tickling him now

From all of Harry squirming, it's lucky that Sirius was holding him on to the bed, otherwise Harry would have slid off. But Sirius can't have that, he needs Harry's belly to stay where it is to tickle

Sirius draws lazy circles on Harry's belly, slowly zerioing in on Harry's belly

Poor Harry is giggling very nervously, how much would this tickle now that he can't arch his back, it's already like that, and how much it would go in for

Harry got the answer quickly as Sirius circles in to his innie with a smirk, wriggling in

"OHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOHOD!" Squeals Harry, if he had the energy, he would lift his hands up to slap his godfather and his mean fingers away, but he couldn't

"Cootchie cootchie coo," Sirius sings in an evil tone as he tickles the innie with no possible protection, gleeful that his godson is so vulnerable to tickles, and the position is only adding to his vulnerability to tickles

"PLEEEEASE!"

"Okay, okay, I'm a bit hungry anyway," Sirius smirks, taking his hand away and leaning down

Harry thinks that he's about to be helped up, not putting two and two together, and so he shrieks when suddenly lips are blowing on his belly

"OHOHOHOHO NOOOO!" Squeals Harry, crying out in his adorable laugh. He is soon squealing with loud laughter again when he feels another one being blown, and than, still giggling from residue tickles, feeling his cheeks hotten quick when Sirius says:

"You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a tummy pie, and it's still so yummy," in a growly voice as he noms all over Harry's belly, making mean nom sounds and very predatory growls like a parent whose pretending to eat their kid would

Right as Harry thinks he will pass out, he feels himself being dragged back up in the bed to lay properly. Harry keeps his arms pressed to his sides as he lay down, looking up at Sirius shyly, still giggling, still blushing, and his glasses barely still on. Harry's not even aware that his belly is still showing until Sirius pins his arms to his sides the way they're laying and says, "This doesn't have to be mean I'm not eating my tummy pie anymore," and goes back to blowing on Harry's belly and chuckling as Harry squeals loudly

#harry potter tickle #ticklish harry #ticklish harry potter

[ashes-and-ashes]

Quidditch Matches

eg a Professional Quidditch au

~

Sirius never gets sick of the roar of the crowd.

He feels it; the screaming, the yelling, feels the energy coursing deep in his bones. It’s infectious, the thousands of people filling the stands, the air so cold it hurt his lungs. He breathes in deeply until his lungs hurt, flexing his fingers at his side.

When he hears his name - Black, Sirius! he steps onto the court, broomstick slung carelessly over his shoulders. The crowd goes wild - he’s always known how to do this, the cocky smile and the raised eyebrows, head tilted just so. A lifetime lived in the harsh gleam of the cameras and Sirius knows he can’t let the mask drop just for a second. He gives the crowd a two-fingered salute - they scream their approval and Sirius laughs as he goes to join the rest of his teammates.

“Done posing?” James asks. His hair is even more ruffled then usual - Sirius smirks to himself as he remembers James’ locker room rant, pacing up and down the rows of benches as he tugged at his hair. Lily stands next to him, her helmet tucked underneath her arm, hair a fiery red against the dark blue of their robes; she shoots Sirius a fierce grin.

“Who knows? Maybe he’ll retire from Qudditch one day. Become a porn star.”

“Tried that,” Sirius counters, ducking under Benny’s outstretched arm and slinging his hand around Dorcas to join in the huddle. “Didn’t work. See, the lenses weren’t big enough to capture my - “

James clears his throat. “Look guys. It’s the deciding match. Whoever wins this makes it to finals.”

“Semis,” Lily corrects.

James rolls his eyes. “I have good news and bad news. Which one?”

“Good,” Sirius says, and the others murmur their assent. James nods.

“Good news is that Mulciber is out. Turns out Peter hit him a little bit harder then he intended to.”

Peter shrugs, his beaters bat slung casually over one shoulder. “Bruised?”

“Broken,” James replies, and Peter’s eyes widen. “He’s done. He won’t be in for another season at least.”

Benjy snorts. “That’s probably good. I was this close to killing him after what he did to Caddy in playoffs. That body check was illegal.”

Caradoc rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Fenwick.”

“Oh, make me Dearborn - “

“Bad news,” James says, speaking over them, “Is that they have a new player. Looks pretty good from what I can see. He’s a seeker.”

Sirius feels all eyes turn towards him. He shrugs - Sirius was the best in the league for a reason, with a perfect history of catches. “Is he any good?”

“Guess you’ll find out.”

Sirius smirks. “Don’t think so.”

“Careful,” Lily says. “Don’t want to get cocky.”

Sirius gives her a mock bow. The sound of horns startle them all out of their bickering - their heads all snap up, watching the doors at the opposite end of the court. Schooling his face into a neutral expression, Sirius watches the familiar parade of their rivals.

The names drone in his head - they had practically memorized the order by now. It had started ages ago, when they had managed to beat them 280 - 300 at their first ever finals and the rivalry still was going strong five years later.

Longbottom, Frank! Bones, Edgar! Fortescue, Alice!

Sirius smiles to himself - Alice and Lily had a known rivalry as the two best Keepers in the league. He stifles a laugh as Lily clenches her jaw, eyes burning.

McKinnon, Marlene!

Beside him, Dorcas lets out a long sigh. “If she wasn’t on the other team I might have thought about banging her.”

Sirius shrugs. McKinnon was a Chaser, notorious for her perfect aim. “I can see it,” he says, and Dorcas shoves him.

He nods as the announcer calls out Prewett, Fabian and Prewett, Gideon - the twins were legendary, arguably the best beaters in the league. Sirius watches Peter and Dorcas size them up, bats at their side.

He glances up at the magical whiteboard, the names magically erasing from the surface, and Sirius finds himself holding his breath -

Lupin, Remus!

He can’t stop himself. Sirius leans forward, interested to see who his new opponent is when Lupin steps through the door and Sirius’ heart stopped dead.

He’s not some inexperienced schoolboy - Sirius has seen plenty of beautiful people, cold elegance and haughty arrogance. He’s grown up with them all his life, black lace and pearls, the glint of gold in earlobes and at throats, rings and bracelets and pins.

So he doesn’t know why his heart stutters, why his breath hitches when his eyes fall on Remus Lupin. He was different - all long limbs and curly hair, his hands tucked over his broom. There was something different about him, a keen sort of awareness that filled his body - Sirius suddenly knew with sinking certainty that this Remus Lupin would be a nightmare on the court.

There’s no time to ponder this though - Sirius realizes with a jolt that everyone had already gotten into their starting positions. He swallows hard, casually slings his broom around his arm and saunters over to check Remus.

Remus’ eyes narrow slightly as Sirius comes closer. He’s leaning against his broom; Sirius can see the silver letters imprinted on the wood, R. Lupin. He grins, all teeth, savage ferocity in his eyes.

“So you’re the new Seeker.”

Remus raises an eyebrow. His eyes are gold, true gold, sunlight on amber and streaks of bronze and Sirius wonders if he could ever paint them. “No,” Remus says, his voice smooth and even. “I actually just polish everyone’s brooms.”

“Oh really?” Sirius smirks. “How do they like their brooms polished?”

Remus shoots him a flashing smile, one that let Sirius see past the calm exterior and into the raging fire at his core. “Extremely well,” he replies, then turns to watch James and Fabian Prewett shake hands. Sirius follows his gaze, shaking his head - Remus Lupin was obviously a Class-A Asshole.

He tunes out the post-game speech - his head is pounding, adrenaline filling his body. He barely even waits for the starting whistle - at the first tweet he’s off, the lights in his eyes and the air around him.

He’s always loved flying, ever since he was a kid, used to weave his toy brooms around trees and through rocks, ducking down so low he could brush the ground. He remembers falling off his broom once, snapping his wrist - he tried out for the team in a cast.

His broom turns smoothly in his hand; Sirius grins as he yanks it up, executing a perfect hairpin turn above Remus’ head. Remus levels an unimpressed look at him.

“You going to play the game like that?” he calls - Sirus’ hair is a wind-tangled mess, all curls and knots.

“Mind your own business, Princess!” Sirius yells back. He does take a minute though to scrape his hair up into a bun - the crowd behind him goes wild. Remus just rolls his eyes, settling into position, golden eyes scanning the pitch.

When the second whistle blows he’s off - the Snitch is a blur of gold against the clashes already happening below him, near-invisible against the frenzy of balls and bodies. Sirius laughs, dripping down to weave in between the broomsticks, eyes roaming the field for any hint of gold.

He glances up just in time to seen Lily casually intercept a ball, tossing it to James as he swooped by. Alice bats his shot away without blinking an eye - Frank Longbottom pulls into a long swoop to reach it before James did -

“Crap!” Frank hisses; Peter had aimed a Bludger at his head. He had to spin to avoid it, giving James plenty of time to reach the Quaffle; he passes it to Benjy who managed to slip it into the hoop behind Alice.

The crowd roars - Sirius’ heart swells with triumph as he spits the magical whiteboard blur, a huge 10 appearing. He can hear Benjy’s whoop from across the pitch - Sirius smiles. “Let’s Go!” he screams.

“Losing focus, Black?” Sirus whips around - Remus is hovering a few feet away from him, tone mocking. Sirius replies back easily, the humor in his voice not quite masking the venom.

“Just trying to give your team the chance to win,” he replies. “You know. Cause they need it.”

Remus gives him a small shrug and God, if he wasn’t such an asshole, if his eyes weren’t so bright and his body so lean -

“Heads!” Dorcas shrieks - Sirius barely manages to swerve to the right before she’s bashing it, sending it careening towards McKinnon. She’s aimed it perfectly - the ball smacks right into the Quaffle, narrowly missing McKinnon’s fingers.

“You fucker!” McKinnon shouts, already diving for the ball. Dorcas blows her a kiss.

“Stop flirting with the Seeker,” she tells him, and then she’s plunging back into the fray below. Sirius looses a long sigh, pulling his broom down into a steep dive - the Snitch was right by James’ ankle -

There’s a blur of purple in front of him - Sirius just barely manages to hold on as Remus crashes into him, sending him careening away from the center. He swears, fingers digging into the wood so hard that he feels his nails bend, pressing back into the skin.

“Asshole,” he mutters. Remus ignores him, swooping into an inpossibly sharp dive. Sirius shakesthe dizziness, follows him -

The only warning he gets is the soft whoosh of the ball; Sirius flattens himself to his broomstick as the Bludger flies inches away from his head. He spins, dragging his gaze up to see Gideon Prewett’s grinning face, his bat dangling in one hand.

“Sorry Black!” he calls and then Sirius is accelerating forward, towards Remus who was swooping for something and the crowd was going wild -

Sirius grit his teeth, out on an extra burst of speed and body-checked Lupin away from the Snitch. He lunges for it but it’s too far away - he sees it disappear into the mass of bodies. There’s another scream from the crowd - he looks up at the board.

70 - 80. They were losing - only by 10 points but losing all the same. Remus shoves him, hard enough to send him spinning and crashing against the walls of the stadium.

“Fuck off.”

“Make me.”

“I’ll punch your teeth out. Will that help?”

“I was going to say you could gag me but - “

Remus rolls his eyes. They’re circling each other, high above the scuffle for the Quaffle down below. He studies Sirius for a moment then gives him a fleeting grin - full of light and electricity and that forever-stubborn determination that Sirius had. “You could stay out of my way.”

“You need a telescope? Maybe you’ll actually see he Snitch then.”

“You need some safety charms? Maybe you’ll actually learn how to fly.”

Sirius shoves him again; Remus just laughs as he lets himself be pushed backwards. “Better step up the trash talk. You sure aren’t good at it.”

Sirius rolls his eyes, diving down into a deep dive. He can hear his teammates down below - James’ frantic orders, Lily’s calm responses, Benjy’s insults and Caradoc’s booming laugh. He can hear Peter and Dorcas too, the voices of his family and teammates and best friends in the world and he knows he can’t let them down.

McKinnon swoops over him, blonde hair shining under the harsh lights. She intercepts the Quaffle with a grin, winking at him before tossing it up. Sirius can tell from the roar that she must have scored. He grits his teeth - he can’t see Remus through all the bodies, and he has no idea where the Snitch is -

He spots it just as Remus does - right in the middle of the court. Sirius leans forwards, urging his broom to go faster, to out face Remus -

His hands are almost around it when Remus knocks him away. Sirius grits his teeth and shoots forwards, pinning Remus against the wall, his broom blocking Remus’ broom and his face too close to Remus’. “Let - go - “

“Give me then damn Snitch,” Remus hisses - Sirius again can’t stop noticing his eyes. “Bastard.”

“You - “ Sirius breaks off - he spots the Snitch at the exact same time that Remus does. They both reach for it, so fast he doesn’t know -

An ear-splitting siren fills the room, making Sirius jump with shock. His pounds as he scans the room, the scoreboard - both sides were at 130, which meant that...

“Hey,” he says. His voice sounds hoarse, rough and raw from yelling. “Who - “

He looks down. A wave of disappointment runs through him - “Shit!”

“How did this - “ Remus begins, then falls silent.

The two of them stare at their interclasped hands, palms pressed together. In the center lay the Snitch, caught in the middle by the both of them, wings still fluttering slightly.

“Fuck,” Remus says. “It’s a tie.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar quidditch au #wolfstar fanfic #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin fluff #sirius black fluff #remus lupin quidditch au #sirius black quidditch au #remus lupin fanfic #sirius blacl fanfic #james potter #lily evans #peter petigrew #dorcas meadowes #caradoc dearborn #benjy fenwick #frank longbottom #alice fortescue #edgar bones #marlene mckinnon #gideon prewett #fabian prewett

[angelinaweasley]

October 27, 2020 

To my Puddlemere United family (and all of you sneaky outsiders reading this, I see you!), 

Thank you all for the wonderful birthday wishes. You know, I always brag to everyone I meet that Puddlemere has the best fans, and you never cease to amaze me. I mean, seriously, how am I going to ever make it up to you? When I walked into practice today, our publicist was carrying a stack of presents up to the ceiling. I mean, it really did touch the ceiling, and we’ve got some high ones here in the stadium. I swear I stood there, jaw dropped on the ground, for a good two minutes, just looking at everything and how amazing it all was. And then I said, word for word, “Is this for me?” and they said, “Who else is turning 42 today?” Which was a very fair point. It was all fun and games for a little while, with the songs and celebrations and all those electric birthday festivities, until they asked me where the announcement was. Little do you know, you’re holding it in your hands right now. 

I’m just going to say it: at the end of this upcoming season, I am planning to retire. You know... put down my broom, at least professionally. I’ll still be around, of course. I can’t afford to fall off the edge of the earth when I’m much too desperate for your respect and high praise. As it stands right now, I’ll be working with Ron Weasley to coach young quidditch professionals to be (and future Puddlemere United fans, of course) over at the Junior Premiere League. Don’t fear, I’ll be partaking in other quidditch related activities in the coming months, well, years, really. After all, quidditch is a lifetime sport. You’re never too young to start and never too old to stop. 

Now, I know that this isn’t a shock. I keep up with the news. You all just love talking about me, don’t you? Even if that talk is about me wrapping up my time here at Puddlemere. I want you to know that this was not a sudden decision. I’ve been thinking about this for a good amount of time now, I promise. At the end of the day, this is the best thing to do. 

Having the chance to be a part of this amazing team since I was 18 has been the opportunity of a lifetime. I will forever be in debt to you all, my fans. You make the game. Me and this sport would be nothing without you. You’re the reason why it’s so hard to walk away. But Puddlemere has been doing great this last decade (that time we won the European Qudditch League Cup six years ago makes my eyes itch a little bit, if you get what I mean) and there is only so much I can physically contribute at my age. For the betterment of the team, I have to walk away. 

Trust me, this is the last way I wanted to celebrate my birthday. Tonight, I will definitely be scarfing down my cake while sobbing. It will be dramatic and glorious and humbling and sad simultaneously, just as the end of all quidditch careers are. Before I wrap this letter up, I just want to thank my family for inspiring me from within, my friends to holding me up even through the toughest of seasons, and my first and best flying teacher, Madam Hooch, may she rest in peace. And I’d like to thank you too, reader. You are as essential to the Puddlemere family as those of us who are lucky enough to fly on the pitch, and you are the reason I continue to play even after all of these years. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope I’ll continue to make you proud this season. 

Hey, you’re not crying, are you? Stop that, you’re going to make me tear up too.

Forever yours, 

Angelina

Angelina Weasley 

Order of Merlin, Third Class

#self paras.

[shallowgravesrp]

“quote to be picked by player.”

Fabian Prewett

Age: Twenty-Two

House: Gryffindor

Affiliation: Order

Career: UP TO PLAYER!

aesthetics: fifteen.

what we all know: From day one Fabian was too smart for his own good with a heart desperate to help everyone. Born into this world with a purpose there was never a question what he was going to do--he was going to help people by any means necessary. Joining the Order wasn’t just the right choice it was the only choice as far as he was concerned. It confused him why Gideon didn’t see it like that but he didn’t bother pushing his brother into anything. Instead, he just focused on making sure that he was doing the right thing for himself and making the world a better place.

biography to be written by player

GIDEON PREWETT, MOLLY PREWETT - There was nothing Fabian wouldn’t do for his brother and sister. Together the three have an unbreakable bond, it doesn’t matter that they all keep their secrets but what does matter is that they’re present when one of them needs the other two.

MARY MACDONALD - He knows that Mary did a lot joining the Order, if anyone found out she would likely make herself more of a target to the Pureblood supremacy. But he still doesn’t understand why she keeps looking over her shoulder like she does.

TILDEN TOOTS - As an avid Beater on the Qudditch team it was Tilden’s voice who most often narrated his years through Hogwarts. Past that he isn’t sure what to think about Tilden Toots and truth be told, he doesn’t know what the guys up to these days. 

CONNECTIONS THAT FABIAN PREWETT IS MENTIONED IN

Fabian Prewett is currently a OPEN role with the faceclaim of (UP TO PLAYER).

#marauders rp #lsrp #marauders roleplay #hp rp #fabian prewett #open #openm #o #order #fabianprewettbio #mention: gideon prewett #mention: molly prewett #mention: mary macdonald #mention: tilden toots

[slaughter-books]

Day 15: C.Y.S: Endpapers

Some of my favourite endpapers!

#challenge your shelf #fantastic beasts and where to find them #qudditch through the ages #Harry Potter #the philosopher's stone #hufflepuff #illustrated edition #the chamber of secrets #the cursed child #J K Rowling #all fall down #see how they run #Ally Carter #the rest of us just live here #release #patrick ness #i love books

[freyaflint]

TASK 001: CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

Full Name: Freya Francesca Flint

Nicknames: Frey

Place of birth:  Wolverhampton, England

Current location: London, England (home); Hogwarts (school)

Sexual/romantic orientation: Pansexual, Panromantic

Preferred pronouns: She/Her

Sex: Female

Gender: Cisgender

One personality trait they’re proud of having: integrity 

Insecurities: her work isn’t good enough, she’s not truly as “just” as she presents herself as

Positive traits: compassionate, forgiving, optimistic, intelligent, dedicated 

Negative traits: indecisive, defensive, too honest, hypocritical, judgmental

Other people’s opinions of them: Most people see Freya as very driven, if not a little too single-minded in her future desires. Freya’s advice is often sought after, due to her ability to remain reasonably impartial and provided genuine help. Many of the purebloods (especially those who she’s grown up with) view her as a rather large question mark as she’s neither a loyalist nor blood traitor, which is why many members of the Liberation are equally as unsure what to make of her. 

Three words to describe them: willful, hardworking, loving

One major turning point in their life: Being sorted into Hufflepuff. Freya had a pretty sheltered childhood growing up in a pureblooded family where she rarely came into contact with muggles or even muggleborns, for that matter. Arriving at Hogwarts and being sorted into Hufflepuff, as opposed to Slytherin where most of her childhood friends went, forced Freya to branch out and meet all sorts of people who she quickly came to love and understand, in ways her family had always discouraged. 

If they could time travel, when would they go?: Freya would go back to the 1800s to the time of Minister Ottaline Gambol who was able to solve numerous problems by looking towards muggle ingenuity. Freya is greatly appreciative of using unprejudiced, forward-thinking to solve problems and would enjoy having a cup of tea with Minister Gambol to pick her brain. 

Ideal romantic partner: Kassius...Someone who is understanding of her situation, who doesn’t push her to make a decision before she’s ready. Freya seeks out someone with ambition, with a goal-- someone with the capacity to achieve those desires. But above all, Freya is attracted to someone with a genuinely good heart, someone who displays kindness and courage even in the face of adversity. 

Favorite way to waste time: Quidditch-- if one had to guess where Freya is at any odd hour, the Qudditch pitch is a solid guess. As captain for her team, Freya’s stress relief often comes from practicing blocking charmed Quaffles. 

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?: Freya would write, likely something regarding a Wizenmagot court case, arguing for or against one of the decisions that was passed. 

View on home and family?: Complicated. At the end of the day, Freya loves her family, but disagrees with their views. She’ll spend hours playing Quidditch in the backyard with her father but can spend equally as long arguing politics with him. 

Any secret stashes?: Chocolate Frog Cards! She’s been collecting them for ages and has amassed quite the stash which she keeps in a tin beneath her bed.

How do they express themself?: Through writing! Freya is a much stronger writer than speaker and beyond religiously writing her heavily protection-charmed diary, Freya is probably the only person in the world who looks forward to writing History of Magic essays.

What did they want to be when they grew up?: Chief Warlock of the Wizenmagot

What do you like most about them?: I love Freya’s tenacity and her commitment to being just, rather than good. I think it’s a really unique character trait that’ll be really fun to explore, especially as the dynamic of the rp continue to get more and more hectic!

One or more plots you’re dying to have: I would love to explore a relationship that challenges Freya’s neutrality-- something or someone that forces her to pick a side, for better or for worse!

#leviosatask #about #bio

[risingphoenixrp]

Hestia Jones | 18 | Gryffindor | Half-blood | Member of the Order| FC:Keke Palmer |

Date of birth: 1960, Wales

Occupation: Beater for the Holyhead Harpies

Set ship: not set

Biography:

Hestia Jones has always been good at three things: making people laugh, getting into trouble, and flying. She discovered, from a young age, that getting on the back of a broomstick was a sure-fire way to do all three. Flying is in her blood as her muggleborn father, Georgie, played for the Falmouth Falcons well into Hestia’s childhood, retiring the year before she left for Hogwarts. Getting into trouble seemed to be in her genes too-her mother had caused quite the scandal in marrying her father. Gaia Travers had been set to marry one of the Yaxley brothers pretty much since birth, and she’d disgraced her family name to marry, as her sister was quoted as stating in the gossip section of the Prophet ‘a silly Muggle idiot on a broom.’

Because of her family, Hestia is more than comfortable in the spotlight. While most of her classmates approached the Great Hall and the Sorting Hat with caution on their first day, Hestia bounded towards the hat and the stool with a level of confidence that caused it to shout Gryffindor within seconds of being put on her head. Making friends was easy for Hestia-though she did sometimes ostracize people with her confidence and occasional arrogance. School proved to be a bit harder. While her friends were taking notes in class, she’d be doodling Quidditch maneuvers. She got on the team as a Beater her second year and is still only a little bitter that James beat her out for Captain-Hestia simply didn’t have the grades. Still, putting all her eggs into the Quidditch basket would soon pay off-she was recruited for the Holyhead Harpies right out of school.

Now, Hestia’s living the dream-the reporters following her are for her, and she gets to contribute to her dad’s legacy. It only took two games and few fantastically placed hits on a bludger for the papers to start referring to her as “Hestia Jones” instead of “Georgie Jones’ Daughter.” Fame, though startling, is almost old hat for Hestia at this point-though she did have a scary incident where a fan managed to break through her sub-par security spells and get into her flat. Something about that scare stuck with her, and it resulted in Hestia going to classes put on by the Auror department regarding defensive-and offensive spells. After a an ill-fated short fling with older fellow Beater, Ludo Bagman, Hestia was even more thankful for the newfound strength behind her spells. Not only did the classes make her stronger, but it made her even more acutely aware of the conflicts brewing in the Wizarding world. Hestia hadn’t paid too much attention before-talk of blood purists surely just had to be talk-but hearing stories shared by Aurors in her defense classes made Hestia realize just how real the threat truly was. After speaking about her concerns with her friends, Lily took her to her first Order meeting, and Hestia’s been hooked ever since. Her spell casting and dueling skills get better every day-turns out flinging a spell at someone was almost as easy as hitting a ball towards them, if she does the arm movements just right.

Balancing her new position in the secret society with her blossoming Qudditch career is getting harder and harder to maintain-but Hestia’s pretty sure she can manage. It’s an old game tactic-occasionally, one has to pull away, fly a bit higher to see everything happening down below. And only then, once everything is laid out before you, does victory seem a bit more easy. Hestia hopes the same can be applied here.

Connections:

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Alice Prewett-Fortescue

Lily Evans

James Potter

Emmeline Vance

Sirius Black

Dorcas Meadowes

Lucinda Talkalot

Current status: Open

#hestia jones #hp rp #marauders roleplay #harry potter rpg #harry potter rp #keke palmer #order #ordero

[roonilwazlibimagines]

Fred Weasley Imagine - The New Chaser

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count: 2567 Request: Fred x ravenclaw!reader, she loves to read, and is the new chaser for ravenclaw. The next qudditch game is gryffindor vs ravenclaw, gryffindor don’t know who the new chaser is and checks out the competition before the game, Fred is totally smitten . end in a kiss with Fred Blurb: They have been friends for ages, yet she is keeping this a secret from them, she wants them to be completely shocked when they find out she is the new chaser. However, she never expected it would lead to unwanted kisses. Author’s Note: So I kept the ending the same, but added a little twist. 

MASTERLIST

You sighed as you flicked over the page, only ten more pages to go.

“Well if it isn’t our favourite Ravenclaw.” You heard a familiar voice say as you lifted your head up.

“Fred and George, in the library?” You teased as they sat down at your empty table. There was only one other person in the library and they were sat on the other side of the room,.

“Well, it is the only place to find you.” George shrugged, placing his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands.

“Yeah, what book are you reading?” Fred asked, picking the book out of your hands and looking at the cover. You chuckled and shook your head, trust them to come and disrupt your reading. But it was okay, they had been doing this for the past five years, you were used to it now. You had been friends with the twins since your second year at Hogwarts, which was quite surprising considering you were very different people. The twins were out there, they were loud and energetic, whereas you were quiet and much preferred to spend your time in the library, reading. You took the book out of Fred’s hands and found the page you were up to.

“So, what brings you two to the library?” You asked, bookmarking your page and putting it aside.

“We just wanted to remind you-” George started.

“That Gryffindor is versing Ravenclaw next Saturday,” Fred continued.

“And Ravenclaw is going to lose.” George whisper shouted. Another factor that made your friendship unlikely was the fact that you were in two different houses. You were a proud Ravenclaw, while they were proud Gryffindors. You hummed in response, trying to contain your smile. It was unknown to the twins that a few weeks ago you had tried out for the new chaser position on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. You had always loved Quidditch and you decided to try out, it was a good way to show house pride and have fun. However, you didn’t really want to tell anyone about this because you would be quite embarrassed if you didn’t get the position.

“Are you ready for them to lose?” Fred asked, placing an elbow on the table and leaning his face against it to look in your direction.

“Please, Ravenclaw could beat Gryffindor in their sleep.” You teased raising an eyebrow in a threatening way.

“Yeah, okay, sure,” Fred said sarcastically rolling his eyes playfully.

“Well, maybe if their new chaser is better than the old one,” George said, laughing to himself.

“Ravenclaw is getting a new chaser?” You asked, acting dumb. You didn’t want them to find out at all.

“Yeah, their old one was shit.” George laughed and you tried to stop your smile. It was true, your last chaser was not good at all and it was the best decision your captain had made to get a new chaser.

“I wonder who it will be,” Fred said as the twins thought about it.

“Do you know?” George asked.

“Yeah, tell us so we know who we are up against.” Fred smiled as you playfully rolled your eyes at them.

“I didn’t even know they were getting a new chaser.” You exclaimed, trying hard not to show you were lying.

“Well, whoever it is better be good,” Fred said.

“Yeah, they need to be better than Gryffindor.” George continued.

“And that is not easy.” Fred finished as he moved his elbow from the table to slouch in his chair.

“Whatever.” You scoffed, biting your lip to prevent yourself from saying anything else.

“Want to go get some lunch?” George asked, also removing his elbows from the table.

“Sure.” You shrugged packing your book away as the three of you stood up and walked into the Great Hall. Giggling and talking as you went along. You couldn’t help but hope that you got the chaser position just so you could see the look on their faces when they saw it was you.

The next day you were sitting in the library again, you had started a new book and you were already three-quarters through it. Today there was a few more people in the library and you could hear their faint talking.

“So,” you heard a familiar voice say

“We heard Ravenclaw picked their new chaser.” Another voice continued.

“Did they?” You asked, putting your book down.

“They did,” Fred said as they sat on opposite sides of you.

“Who is it?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We don’t know,” George said.

“That’s why we came to find you.” Fred winked as you shook your head.

“Sorry to say guys, but I don’t know who it is.” That was the biggest lie you had ever told. Of course, you knew who the new Ravenclaw chaser was, it was you. You were ecstatic that you got the position, but you weren’t planning on telling anyone. You wanted it to be a surprise and the captain wanted to keep you a secret until the game to try to put Gryffindor off their game.

“How do you not know?” Fred exclaimed earning a ‘Shh’ from Madame Pince. You shrugged not really knowing what to say.

“I mean I know you’re not into Quidditch all that much, but still?” George asked and you tried desperately hard to keep your mouth shut. No one really knew how much of a Quidditch fanatic you were. When people thought of you, they thought of books and libraries and studying, no one ever thought of Quidditch. This was also why the captain wanted to keep you a secret. No one would ever expect it to be you, no one knew about your love for Quidditch and how good you actually were at it. This would make Gryffindor stunned at the game and they would think you weren’t any good when in actual fact, you were one of the best players on the team. Ravenclaw Captain’s words, not yours.

“Well anyways, whoever it is, they better be bloody brilliant.” Fred sighed as George agreed.

“Gryffindor has the best team, they better be ready for some hard competition,” George added.

“Well, we will see you tomorrow when Ravenclaw loses.” Fred stuck his tongue out at you and you stuck yours out back.

“Bye losers.” You smiled picking your book back up and continuing to read.

It was the day of the match and you knew you shouldn’t be, but you were freaking out. You knew the twins were just joking around, but you felt the need to win, to prove them wrong. If Ravenclaw didn’t win then it would be pretty embarrassing and you knew it would be your fault if they lost. You were at the Great Hall eating breakfast by yourself when the twins came over.

“So we heard a rumor about the new chaser.” George teased as they stood on either side of you and bent down to your height.

“Yeah?” You asked trying to play it cool and continue eating. You hoped they had been given the wrong information and were still clueless to the fact that it was you.

“Apparently, it is Edwards,” Fred smirked, talking about a boy in the year above you.

“Is it now?” You asked, you tried to stop yourself from smiling, but it came through anyway.

“Yeah, which is great because he sucks!” George exclaimed as you rolled your eyes. Lucky Edwards didn’t hear them over the loud chattering of the rest of the students.

“Why do you look so nervous?” Fred asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t know what to say and instantly shrugged your shoulders.

“Poor thing, she is worried about Ravenclaw losing.” George fake pouted and you gave a sarcastic laugh.

“Well anyway, hope to see you in the crowd when Ravenclaw loose,” Fred said as they walked away. You nodded at his statement, but it only made the nerves worse.

As you got dressed and ready for the big game you got a lot of ‘good lucks’ from your team mates. You thanked them with a small smile, convinced you were going to throw up if you actually said something. You took a few deep breaths and gave yourself a quick pep talk, as Lee Jordan started commentating.

“Ravenclaw will be coming out first today, showing off their new chaser for the first time. They have kept this new position a secret and we are all dying to know who it is.” Lee said and you were sure your knees were going to go weak as you walked onto the pitch. The crowd cheered as you all walked out.

“You got this.” The captain mouthed at you and you nodded. You did have this.

“And I don’t believe it. Wait until Gryffindor find out who the new chaser is.” Lee exclaimed. You smiled to yourself, at least you were going to get to see the twins expressions when they saw you were the new chaser.

As Gryffindor walked out you saw all of their heads immediately look over at the Ravenclaw team, trying to spot the new chaser. However, you were hidden behind all of the taller players who stood in front of you. As everyone moved out to their positions you looked over to the Gryffindor team. All of them were shocked and you couldn’t help but smirk. You looked over at Fred and George who had a look of confusion on their face. You smiled at them and waved, maybe your captain was right and you being chaser would put them off their game.

Everyone’s shocked reactions only made you want to win more and fueled a fire that made you determined to win this game. Madame Hooch blew the whistle and everyone flew up.

“And there goes Y/L/N with the quaffle, and she dodges and she scores again! The new chaser is definitely making a good first impression.” You heard Lee say as Ravenclaw cheered. The score was currently 190-30 with Ravenclaw winning. You had scored about seventy percent of those goals and you were proud of yourself. You were proving most people wrong and putting them into a further state of shock. It is a wonderful feeling when people don’t think you can do it and you prove them wrong. Which is what you were doing right now.

“And it looks like Potter has got the snitch and he has caught it! The game has ended with a score of 190-180 with a win to Ravenclaw. And I think they can thank their new chaser for that.” You heard Lee say as the crowd cheered. Everyone got off their brooms and the rest of the team congratulated you. As you were going to thank the Gryffindor team you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.

“‘I don’t know Ravenclaw is trying for a new chaser’, she says, ‘I don’t know who the knew chaser is’, she says.” You heard Fred say as he mimicked your voice.

“Hey, I sound nothing like that.” You defended smiling up at him.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were the new chaser?” George asked as he stood on the opposite side of you.

“I wanted to keep it a surprise.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

“Well, you sure surprised us, and the whole school.” Fred chuckled as you nodded.

“That was the plan.”

“Who knew you were so good at Quidditch.” George shook his head.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were so good?” Fred asked.

“I don’t know, it never came up.” You finished the sentence as more of a question than a statement.

“Well, you were the best player on the team.” George said, “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” You said laughing.

“You are the best player in school,” Fred exclaimed making the three of you chuckle.

“Well, I need to go and get changed, see you around.” You got out of Fred’s grip and smiled and waved as you walked away.

As you got dressed you took a big sigh. You were proud of yourself, you had done an amazing job and Ravenclaw beat Gryffindor. Now you could tease the twins about them having the losing house.

The next day you were in the library, doing some studying. It was late at night and there was no one else in the library. It was quite dark and you needed a lamp to see what you were doing

“Here is the best chaser in the school.” You looked up and put your quill down as Fred came and sat next to you.

“Where is George?” You asked smiling at him. He shrugged his shoulders as he sat next to you. Fred had been acting quite strange ever since the Quidditch match. Both him and George had been congratulating you all week, which was nice of them, but Fred seemed to do it more often. He was always with you and always talking about how great you were. He kept stuttering and fumbling over his words which you thought was strange.

“Not sure.” He replied as you nodded slowly. Over the years, a few people have thought that either Fred or George had a crush on you, no one really knew which was which and therefore didn’t know who. But you never believed it, you guys were only friends. And plus, you had never thought about them in a romantic way, and you didn’t think you ever could.

“So what brings you to the library?” You asked leaning back in your chair.

“Just thought I would come say ‘hi’.” He smiled sitting up and leaning his elbow on the table to rest his head in his hand.

“Hi.” You giggled as he smiled.

“You know, you truly were amazing on that broom, I never thought you would be that good.” He said.

“Thank you, I think.” You giggled and he smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” You asked, poking his shoulder and he shrugged.

“Shouldn’t you?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you shook your head.

“So what homework are you doing?” He asked, leaning over to see what you were doing.

“Potions.” You sat up in your chair as Fred looked at your work.

“Oh, that question was hard.” He pointed to the question you had just finished writing.

“Well maybe if you listened in class, you would know.” You teased, the answer was easy to write when you went off the notes you took in class. Fred breathed out.

“See your, good at Quidditch, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, is there something bad about you?” He asked leaning into you. You smiled, not really knowing what to say. He kept leaning in, but you didn’t want to move away and seem rude. But before you could stop anything, his lips were on yours and he was kissing you. You didn’t know what to do and softly kissed back.

“I-uh, I gotta go.” You whispered as soon as he pulled away. You got all of your stuff and ran out of the library. What just happened? It was a good kiss, you weren’t going to lie. And yes you did feel bad about leaving Fred like that. But you just weren’t interested in him like that and you were taken off guard and needed to get out of there as soon as you could.

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