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lulublack90 · 2 months
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Prompt 6 - Riddikulus
@wolfstarmicrofic March 6, word count 289
CW- homophobia
Remus was getting pulled into an empty classroom by Sirius. This was becoming a common occurrence as James and Peter had walked in on them more than a few times over the past month, and they wanted a bit of privacy. 
Remus had just undone the last button on Sirius’s shirt, revealing the alabaster skin beneath, when their security wards went off, alerting them to someone trying to enter the classroom. 
They both dove into the cupboard at the back of the classroom. 
They peered through the crack in the door and watched as Professor Flitwick walked in and headed straight for his desk. He pulled a bottle of something out of the bottom drawer and rushed out again. They waited to make sure the coast was clear.
A hand came out of the gloom of the cupboard behind them. Sirius turned to see his mother, Walburga Black, standing there glowering down at him. 
“Tainted, blood-traitor, disgrace to the most ancient and noble house of black.” Sirius scrambled backwards out of the cupboard, dragging Remus with him. 
Sirius drew his wand, but Walburga kept coming, screaming cruel words at him. 
Remus pushed in front of Sirius. He’d never been afraid of Walburga, even though he maybe should be. Walburga stopped. She tilted her head to the side in a very un-Walburga fashion, and pop, she transformed into a floating orb that greatly resembled the moon. 
Remus knew what this was. He raised his wand and uttered. 
“Riddikulus!” The moon turned into a chocolate chip cookie and fell to the floor. Both boys burst into laughter, and when they were able to open their eyes again, the boggart was gone. 
“Thanks, Moony. Even as a boggart, that woman is terrifying.”   
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ridiculouspickles · 2 months
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paintbynumberseven · 2 years
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Headcanon: Tom Riddle is Ginny’s boggart and when he appears everybody loses their crap because why would Ginny Weasley be afraid of a Slytherin Boy. As far as students are concerned, no one else but her and Harry really know what Voldemort looked like before. Moody doesn’t even know who he is, because he met him later in life. She can’t use “riddikulus” because as far as Ginny is concerned nothing will ever make that moment in her life funny. He starts saying her diary entries out loud and it’s all coming back. He was her first friend that year and she told him so much. Moody is not caring like Lupin and he doesn’t step in her place but he does banish the boggart when she begins to cry. It won’t be until her 5th year that Ginny can defeat a boggart. 
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meanslackofart · 2 years
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some people are so ridiculous that i wish i could just riddikulus them into a balloon and pop them out
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stabby-apologist · 2 years
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Anything Harry Potter makes it perfect to me
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anijig · 2 years
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Hey y'all! We're back with more dangerous and life threatening adventures of just turned teen Harry and his friends (because Dumbledore doesn't give a crap how old his test subjects are) as we find out more clues about dear old Voldemort and how to destroy him. In our 3rd year at Hogwarts we are introduced to Hippogriffs, prideful creatures, but Hagrid is a big softie (don't blame him) and thinks a level 7 magical creature is the best way to introduce his hands on class learning. But hey, so does Lupin, with a bogart, a creature that morphs into your biggest fear. What better way to teach kids to relive their trauma in front of all their classmates? No? Not for you? Not for me either. On top of all that, we've got a killer on the loose! Hunting Harry (shocker). Who is that you may ask? That's Sirius Black that is! But I wont spoil it all for you here. Tune in and journey with us as we have serious concerns about the safety of these students and the standards of this school as the year go on and just get more dangerous. P.S. Apples are involved. Green apples. And they're juicy P.P.S. Misty hates me for this and that's ok #thesorrynotsorrygenerationpodcast #tsnsgen #podcast #millennialpodcast #bymillennialsformillennials #reviewpodcast #popculture #hogwarts #harrypotter #prisonerofazkaban #timeturner #dementors #siriusblack #bogarts #magic #riddikulus #expectopatronum #spotifypodcast #applepodcasts #millennialpodcast #theboywholived #theladdywhalived #voldemort #hewhomustnotbenamed #youknowwho #wizardingworld #dumbydike #buckbeak #greenapples #applejuicy #dracoandtheapple (at Hogwarts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgRwdUKreG1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Recently I came out as trans, since they wouldn't understand the terms non-binary/genderqueer, to my dad's friend and his family. Their first reaction was, "you don't look trans." How does someone even look trans? If there was a set format to all this, we wouldn't even be here struggling with our identities. 🤦‍♂️ Their next tactic was to placate me saying, "Most females these days dress tomboyishly, so it might just be that. Nothing much to worry about." In the first place, I don't understand what's even there to worry about. I'm just who I am. It's not like being oneself is a huge deal as long as I don't harm someone else. 🤷‍♂️ Finally, the next reaction of their that I recollect now is, "You'll just forget about it once you interact with more people. Socializing will help you get back to normal." What is this 'normal' even? How am I even supposed to 'get back' anywhere when I have always been the way I am, just that I took a bit longer to realize what exactly one would call that? 😪 Each of their reactions was just getting plain RIDDIKULUS!! I'm too exasperated to even comment anymore on this. What about you? How does this make you feel? What has been some your coming out experiences? Comment below. #ridiculous #riddikulus #harrypotter #comingout #comingoutstory #comingoutstories #trans #transgender #transisbeautiful #transgirl #transwoman #transpride #transman #transmasculine #transmasc #transmale #transboy #heartstopper #nonbinarytrans #nonbinarygender #nonbinarycuties #nonbinaryvisibility #nonbinary #nonbinarypride #genderidentity #gender #genderqueer #genderqueerpride #beyourself #beyou (at Malappuram) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdVXBTmJ2uc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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xpapaemeritus · 10 months
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your pocket secondo sending you goodnight kisses.
GHOST - Monstrance Clock (Live at Main Square Festival 2014)
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ofxalectox · 3 months
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Where: Delirium Bar, Knockturn Alley
When: Around 11pm
Who: Alecto and Open
It was an quiet night for the bar. It wasn't that unusual for a night in January. So it didn't worry Alecto. She supposed if her bar was constantly quiet it would be a worry. But she had no concerns that that would ever happen. She'd taken the little run down bar and make it into a successful business. She might have left school with barely any qualifications, but Alecto was a good business woman. And she'd made the bar successful. And if she was honest, a break from some of the more rowdy nights, was a good thing.
She'd sent one of the bartenders home, and was sat behind the bar herself. She was mostly going through new cocktail ideas, whilst being on hand to serve if needed. She looked up as someone approached the bar, and she smirked a little. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight"
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lord-eath · 14 days
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Oh he was running late and without fail it seemed he and Roisin managed to forget her backpack for the studio. He picked her up and sighed. "Alright kiddo, how about we ditch the studio and head to the park?" With the nod he smiled and started that way, putting her down. Right as they got to the park she started running. "Roy! Wait!"
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pxint-it-blxck · 1 month
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Location: Godricks Hollow - Graveyard
Open: Everyone
Precious son, Beloved Black.
The script under his name was odd to read. Precious son. Perious. It actually made Regulus laugh a bit. However, he didn't smile as the amused sound left his throat. Rubbing his hand across his chin, his fingers shaking lightly he looked over his own headstone once more. It was jarring to see. His name is carved into the black stone and those little lies in such pretty script below them. The only thing that had ever been precious about Regulus, at least as far as his parents were concerned, was his ability to carry the Black name forward. Of all his blood relatives, they could be left in the dark about his resurrection the longest. However, if they knew he had betrayed the Death Eaters and played a hand in reducing Tom to ash then they probably wouldn't want anything to do with him. Which, was best for everyone. Lifting his chin slightly, Regulus was about to stop pitying himself and go when he heard the crack of a branch behind him. Looking over his shoulder, his gaze near lazy, Regulus let his green eyes drift to whoever was behind him. "If you are trying to get the jump on me that was a pathetic excuse for sneaking." He drawled. "If not-" Regulus shrugged, "Maybe annonce yourself before wallking up behind someone."
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siriusorionn · 3 months
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Where: Diagon Alley Who: Open Time: Afternoon
Sirius has always been interested in muggle things, at first as a way to piss off his parents but then took a genuine shine to it. The different contraptions they invented to get around magic were quite interesting. It was while walking around muggle London, looking at their way of travel that he’d stumbled upon the motorbike. Of course, apparition was the fastest way of travel, but when he looked at it, it just called to him, it looked like freedom. He had bought one straight away, first testing it out on muggle roads but something was missing. He wanted it to fly… The old wind in your hair feeling could of course be achieved by riding a broom, but he had never taken quite the shine to it that James had. He wanted something different. It had taken some time, some trial and error, things misfiring as he got to know some muggle mechanics but he’d finally managed it. 
He had taken the bike for a ride that morning, getting lost in the clouds, morning turning to afternoon as he finally set it down in Diagon Alley, needing to hit the shops for a few things and maybe pick up something to eat. It was making a bit of a sound and he leaned down to check it out, giving it a tap with his wand and inspecting it afterwards. For the moment it seemed fine but he might have to give it a tune-up later. He looked up having caught a few eyes with the unusual flying machine and probably the sound and smiled. “Never seen a flying motorbike before?”
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pciscnparkinscn · 3 months
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"Pansy, I swear to Merlin…" Ivy grumbled, repositioning the squirming baby in her arms, "If you don't stop, you're not getting fed from the tap tonight. Nope, you're getting the bottle." There wasn't much else she could threaten her with, not that she even understood her, anyway. But, Ivy was getting tired of Pansy doing everything in her power to try to pull her own mittens off or kick off her boots. Threatening to take away her favourite thing may just get her to stop fussing so much.
It seemed as though the threats worked, at least to a bit of an extent, as Pansy seemed to calm down slightly. Glancing down to see if she was okay, Ivy noticed her staring down somebody at the end of the aisle. And that somebody was staring back. Rolling her eyes, Ivy scoffed, "Never seen a screaming baby before? Take a picture, it'll last longer."
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wxrmtxil · 3 months
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Just a Small One || {Open!}
Another day, another knut.
Most would be put off by the drudgery of clerical work but for Peter it was bliss, he left the Ministry with his head down, his shoulder's hunched and was about as close to relaxed as he could get. Turned out he had an eye for detail and was pretty good at his job, already taking on extra responsibilities that made him late sometimes.
Considering he was off tomorrow, maybe he could brave a pub trip... Just a small one, in the corner, with a butterbeer... Everyone kept telling him to get out more. With a quiet sigh, he turned on heel and made his way to The Green Dragon. Given the after work rush, the place was pretty full but he got his butterbeer, an empty booth in the corner and he did have his crossword puzzle book. So far, not so bad.
Of course, such things weren't to look and soon enough a shadow blocked out the light over his book. "O-oh... Umm, hello." he said quietly, a tinge of guilt to his voice as though it were so bad to be caught relaxing by himself.
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rit4skeeter · 1 month
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She shook herself slightly as she came out of the bathroom. She had been flying around for longer than usual, it was harder than one might think to switch between wings and arms. Fluffing her hair, she made her way back over to the main walkway of the Alley, heels tapping along the stones in a steady rhythm as she walked. 
Rita stopped to glance in the window at Flourish and Blott’s - making sure they hadn’t taken her book out of the main display. She smiled as she saw it, satisfied.  Armando Dippet: Master or Moron? A small, satisfied sigh escaped her. “What do you think of a sequel?” She asked the person next to her, tapping her chin. Talking to herself more than anyone, really. “No one’s come out with a good piece on Dumbledore yet. I’m sure there’s loads to be dug up on him.”
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qthebookclerk · 23 days
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CRUNCH. Q heard it and groaned out. Under the foot of someone happened to be Q's glasses that had fallen off his neck. "Please say those weren't glasses."
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