#thanks lockhart. where would we be without you

[ashdreams2023]

Hiii! I'm so glad I came across your blog and I love the snape and sibling! Reader fics so would you mind writing a sibling reader fic where she's the defence teacher in yr2 instead of lockhart and maybe she's an auror ( from another ministry) or sumn?? Anyway she starts a duelling club and brings severus for the demo and they get abit too into it, although no one gets hurt and it ends with a draw. The students are awestruck and asks her how she got so good at it and she's like "oh it's thanks to my big brother :)" ? Just sumn cute and fluffy! Thankss!!

Learned from the best

Summary: your brother helps you teach your first dueling club period

"Wow I can’t believe we’ll actually see real live dueling, I only read about them in books" Hermione said running behind her friends in the hall.

"If the new professor is as good as the rumors have it then it’s gonna be a show!" Ron grinned.

"I heard Malfoy saying she learned from the best" Harry said out of breath as they finally reached the dueling club.

"She was an auror in Russia of course she learned from the best you two!" Hermione huffed hugging her book close.

The classroom was crowded from students from all four houses and you stood in the middle of the room wearing your casual witch robes, except for your teaching robe that you layered over your regular outfit.

You healed your head high and smiled at every passing student till you deemed that the attendance time was over and flicked your wand to close the door.

"Well kiddos I’m so happy you came today! I think this dueling club would be a good opportunity to expand our knowledge outside the textbooks and you all can get firsthand experience at how two real duelist are in the wild" The kids whispered among themselves seemingly excited to start with the session already.

"To achieve that, today I am welcoming my lovely assistant, professor snape" You flicked your hand dramatically as the potion master stepped on the mini dueling ground.

"Snape? That’s out to be interesting" Ron whispered to Harry.

"At first we will demonstrate compact but don’t worry you all will have your heads in place and your precious potion master is gonna come back in one piece-"

"Not quite sure about your defense professor though" Snape cut you off and smirked.

There was silence before you titled your head with. Glint in your eyes "I see our duel should start soon since you’re losing your patience this quickly"

You lifted your wand up and smirked "like the old times?"

He lifted his wand up and arched a brow "Like the old times"

Two steps back then you both went into dueling poses.

The student watched with wide eyes as your wand sparked with your first attack and snape dogged it smoothly like a dance move and fired back.

You knelt to the ground dodging his attack and sent a blow to his leg which knocked his off balance but not enough to make him distracted.

"Professor!" One of the hufflepuffs screamed in panic as a curse hit your shoulder slamming you to the ground, you ground in pain, it didn’t cause any actual damage but it stung like a bitch.

"Come on professor, don’t tell me you’ve given up already" Said snape standing to his feet again and pointing his wand any you like a madman.

You huffed and pushed yourself up from the ground and spin around, sliding back in the battle like your nothing just happened.

Snape matched your speed like it was second nature, his hair matched yours as it flew with each attacked, till it stuck your skin from sweat and both of you stood heaving with your hands clenched in your fists.

You licked your lips then smiled at him, he sighed then you both let go of your wands.

"It’s a…draw!" Harry yelled before the crowds of students clapped in applause and screamed.

Snape stood straight and put his wand back in his inner coat pocket.

You walked up to him and held out your hand.

He shock your hand without hesitation and then turned to face the students who seemed too overjoyed by the whole thing to remember how much they were terrified of him.

"You can ask questions now, just raise your hand" you said breathlessly.

An eco of me me covered the, snape rolled his eyes but you chuckled in relief.

"Ok ok! One by one….you! Weasley, Ronald"

Ron looked at his friends excitedly, almost jumping in place "How did you learn all of that?! Is it true you were in the Russia ministry?!"

Snape snorted, you paid him no mind.

You crossed your arms "Well, yes I did work in the Russian ministry for a while but most of my advanced techniques come from one person, my big brother, your dear professor snape but to me he’s just sev"

The students faces were priceless and for once you understood why your brother liked to bother them this much.

Severus put his hand on your shoulder and nodded "If you find yourself capable of following basic instructions and find determination to actually learned something from this club you might end up half as good as your professor"

"Did you just complement me?"

"Take it or leave it." Then he walked off the dueling area.

"I can’t believe they’re related!"

"Honestly, it kinda make’s sense, he didn’t sneer at her the entire two weeks she was here" hermione pointed out.

"That’s true…that’s so weird still" Harry stared at you as you answered more questions by his classmates, it made him wonder, what sort of person was his git of a professor was actually like outside of school.

"And with hard work you too can be as good as a duelist one day, but of course don’t go crazy challenging my brother, he is the best of the best"

"Yes ma’m!"

#pro severus #siblings #platonic #severus x reader #pro severus snape #severus snape headcanon #severus snape fanfiction #severussnape #severus snape x reader #severus snape #severus #severus snape x you

[pastelwitchling]

Hello, I'm not sure if you've done this before, but would you be willing to write about how everyone else who worked on the Lockheart machine took awhile to be affected but Alex only took 2 days to be on a ledge? I feel like a lot of his mental illness was overlooked on the show. Thank you!

***

              There were certain perks to being married, Michael was quickly discovering.

              Oh, he wasn’t just talking about the guaranteed sex whenever he wanted it, the way Alex let Michael touch him underneath the table whenever they went out for dinner, or Alex referring to him as “my husband, Michael,” whenever he introduced him to his old Air Force buddies. Though those were definitely perks, one of which Michael would be taking full advantage of tonight when he got Alex home and alone.

              But he meant the other perks. The “work” perks, as he liked to call them. The way he got to stroll into one of the most hidden-away, discreet, restricted organizations in the world with his hands in his pockets, uncaring and unperturbed at the fact that he was surrounded by the world’s most brilliant scientists, soldiers, and—for some—assassins.

              The way he got to take the elevator up to the highest level where barely anyone else got to go because his baby had clearance. Mostly, Michael loved being able to check in on Alex, and satisfy any lingering anxiety he still had after he’d come to Deep Sky for the first time to find the man he loved standing on a ledge, almost lost to him forever.

              As usual, something in Michael’s chest settled and the dread that had been squirming in the pit of his stomach dissipated to nothing as he pushed open Alex’s office door (because coming in without needing to knock was another husband perk) and found Alex studying some files at his desk with Eduardo beside him. Safe and sound.

              Without even looking up from his papers, Alex said, “Hey, baby.”

              Michael couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, and did what he’d been itching to do all day. Not caring that Eduardo was there, he slid a hand into Alex’s hair and pulled his head in, kissing his crown, then his forehead. He could never settle for just one with Alex.

              As if reading his thoughts, Alex scoffed, trying to hide his own smile, and failing to will away his blush.

              “All right,” he murmured, “I get it. I’ll just use the bathroom, then we can go.”

              “Hurry up,” Michael said against the shell of his ear, low enough that only Alex would hear. “I missed you too much today.”

              Alex lightly slapped his chest, but still pecked his lips when he stood. Michael grinned like an idiot as he watched Alex walk out, but it fell as soon as he turned to Eduardo and found him staring back, unamused.

              “Tell me,” he sighed, picking up the file Alex had just finished with, “are you capable of restraining yourself for two minutes? I do need my top agent beyond your own horny schedule.”

              Michael raised a brow, unapologetic. “Have you seen your top agent?”

              Eduardo merely narrowed his eyes, then resumed his work in filing away the documents. “How’s he doing at home? He tells me he’s fine, but a Manes man’s definition of fine isn’t the same as a normal human’s.”

              Michael tilted his head, brows pinched. “Why’re you askin’? Does he not seem okay?”

              “Fine,” Eduardo echoed, shrugging a shoulder. “But I confess, after the incident with the Lockhart Machine, I worry for him. If he wasn’t so indispensable, I’d give him a few months off. Maybe a year.”

              Michael shifted a little on the spot, trying to wipe away the horrifying memory that clung to him every time he even thought of Alex working in this place. He pressed his lips together in an attempt to calm himself down before he spoke, but the edge stuck in his voice, “Then I guess you should’ve been keeping a better eye out when you assigned the damn thing, huh?”

              Eduardo stopped what he was doing and met Michael’s eyes. Part of Michael argued that this was Alex’s boss, that he knew Michael was an alien, and that he should probably retreat. Still, he couldn’t deny that there was always going to be a resentful, louder part of him that blamed Eduardo and Deep Sky for where Alex had ended up that day.

              Maybe Ramos could sense that because he leaned back in his seat, and while Michael might’ve been expecting a retort or argument, he merely heaved a sigh. He looked like he blamed himself, too.

              “You’re right,” he said calmly. “We should’ve. Now you, me, and my nephew spend every minute he’s here sneaking glances at him to make sure he’s doing okay.”

              Michael’s anger ebbed at the sight of Eduardo’s guilt. He started shaking his head, to say that it was in the past and Alex was safe and that was all that mattered, but then Eduardo went on—

              “It’s strange though.”

              He paused. “Strange?”

              “All the others,” Eduardo shook his head, “it took them years to fall to the Lockhart Machine. Alex shattered in under two days.” He shrugged. “He lasted longer against its power than any of the others, long enough for us to get to him, but the others didn’t even feel its effects in the beginning.” He pushed himself out of his chair with a groan. “I always knew his father had beaten him down, but it must’ve taken an especially broken mind for the Lockhart Machine to penetrate that easily.” He patted Michael’s shoulder. “Good thing his heart’s always been stronger.”

              Eduardo said this like it was a comfort, like Michael was owed for this strength in Alex. But Michael couldn’t hear him. All he could think about was Alex’s mind, damaged and brittle because of . . . well, it could only have been because of—

              “It wasn’t you,” Eduardo simply as he let go, turning his back to Michael to gather the files.

              Michael blinked, still caught in the dredges of his thoughts. “Huh?”

              “You’re not the one who put him on that ledge,” he said, as easily as though he was talking about the weather. When he smiled over his shoulder, Michael was at a loss. “You’re the one that kept him from falling off of it.” His hands full, Eduardo nudged Michael’s arm with his elbow. “He knows that. Figured you should know it, too.”

              “Are you interrogating my husband again?” Alex asked as he came back in, pulling his jacket on.

              Eduardo didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t regret that instance, he disabled our security cameras and broke into our headquarters.”

              “I had a good reason for that.”

              “You were trying to get Alex a sandwich.”

              “I wasn’t sure he’d eaten.”

              “What do you think we do here, let him starve?”

              “My husband, my responsibility!”

              “Is it also your responsibility to try to have to sex with him in our offices?”

              “That was a storage closet!”

              “It was a high-tech lab, aren’t you supposed to be a genius?”

              “Enough!” Alex snapped, waving his arms to get their attention. “My god, like nephew like uncle.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and huffed. “Can we go now please?”

              “Please do,” Eduardo said, eyes narrowed at Michael. “Kyle did warn me . . .”

              “You Valentis,” Michael smiled sweetly, guiding Alex out of the room with an arm around his waist. He wouldn’t deny he was eager to get him out of there. “Always such a treat.”

              Michael had no idea he’d been silent on the way out until they were by his truck and Alex came around to the driver’s side, fixing his jacket collar. “You okay?”

              He hesitated, searching Alex’s face for any secret discomfort or unhappiness. He didn’t find it.

              “You’re the one that kept him from falling off of it.”

              He cupped Alex’s neck, his fingers buried in the hair at the nape, and he smiled softly. “Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Kiss me?”

              Alex raised a brow and smirked. “You know you never have to ask.” He leaned in and kissed Michael’s lips once, twice, and only pulled away laughing when Michael had started pushing him against the truck. “Not here, Michael!”

              Michael held onto his hips. He didn’t want to let him go just yet. Or ever. Smiling against Alex’s mouth, already eager to kiss him again, he whispered, “Why not? I can just disable the security cameras again.”

***

Happy malex Monday ❤️

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[billsfangearring]

Honestly we (@billsfangearring @mblematic and @tahtahfornow) don't even know where to begin introducing @broomsticks right now. Jackie, you are the most AMAZING gift to this whole freaking fandom, like <3<3<3

First of all, you are a super talented writer with SUCH a gift for setting moods and choosing the PERFECT words and publishing so many beautiful, deeply compelling femslash and rarepair and dark fics! There wouldn’t even BE certain tags (Petunia/Angelina??) without you and your gorgeous vivid imagination. You are out here doing the lord’s work and nourishing some seriously underfed circles of hp fandom <3 and all we can say is THANK YOU, thank you, thaaaank you!!!!

Also you put out some amazing content for the tamer/more basic fans among us lol... your wolfstar?? your remadora?? absolute perfection with a side of magical trademark Jackie uniqueness... e.g. wolfstar from Peter’s pov, e.g. “awoo without plot,” e.g. Luna/Ginny in the garden... etc. etc. we could go on for hours. 

And not ONLY are you an amazing fic writer (!!), but you are, we think, THE kindest, most encouraging, most empathetic, most welcoming and genuinely inclusive/inclusivity-committed person we have had the fortune of encountering in this fandom! Ever! And maybe outside of the fandom too lolol.

You put so much effort and so many spoons (YOUR SILVERWARE DRAWER MUST BE SO FULL) into crafting beautiful, meaningful comments on fics that make all the work of writing SO WORTH IT for your lucky recipients, and also into reccing and boosting your fellow fic writers’ work and making us all feel so seen & appreciated & loved. (Umm Mutuals March?? You have been so kind, so generous with your time and energy, really, ohmygosh)! On top of that, you're a brilliant beta and cheerleader during the writing and editing process! You have so much insight and kindness, which combine into something extraordinary. You make us better people just by being your lovely self and sharing that with us – you truly are a rare and beautiful spirit who lights up this entire corner of the internet like a shining sun. 

And. AND. Your love for fandom itself is an inspiration. On top of all of the above, you’ve dedicated so much time since joining us jaded veterans to understanding the fandom community and its history and envisioning how to improve its culture that we all forget you haven’t been here for years! Your passion and curiosity are unmatched, and it's such a privilege to learn from you in Discord discussions, your tumblr posts, and your excellently curated and tagged reblogs on this hellsite. Thank you for your service ;)

[personally i wouldn’t even be here now if not for you so you have my eternal thanks for dragging me into the hellsite <3<3 and also for being your wonderful, wonderful self. – June]  

[I would probably be here but I’d definitely be sadder!! My eternal thanks for making both tumblr & discord a happier zone that I will never ever ever ever be able to leave. I will continue to come to you for advice p much for the rest of my life probs?? Hope you’re ready for THAT moohaha – Molly]

[I would probably still be here too but wouldn’t have written any of my own fics or nerded out quite so hard on all things fandom, so thank you for saving me from that comparatively lame existence. <3 How is it that you’re younger than me but also who I want to be when I grow up? (Don’t answer that.) – Billie]

Thank you for everything you write and everything you do, we love you so much!!!! <3

Fic recs and more below the cut!

FICS

Please check the tags for any content warnings for these fics! Take care of yourselves!

but tonight your hand is steady (James/Lily, T, 2k) – a genius character study of my (Billie's) girl Lily that showcases Jackie’s incredible economy of language without sacrificing its beauty.

the grace unasked for (Remus/Tonks, T, 17.5k) – the oh-so-lovely remadora chaptered fic! Exquisite!

how i met your mother (Fleur/Gilderoy, E, 300) – this is the Lockhart fic we all needed. Why is this canon now? Somebody get JKR on the phone (jk keep JKR away from the good stuff) 

More Than This (Remus/Sirius, T, 3k) – my (June's) fave peter POV wolfstar! Such a well done ace Peter and the clever outsider pov wolfstar makes me insane!

pleasing her (Cho/Parvati, T, 200) – DARK!FIC CHO/PAVARTI incredible. DARK. I sincerely yelled at my computer about this one, it’s incredibly effective. 

Poster of a Girl (Sirius/Bellatrix, M, 2k) – weirdly lovely mind-bendy (for me, Molly) fic with Blackcest (Sirius/Bellatrix) and Sirius experiencing gender dysphoria. 

sooner or later (it's over) (Peter/Regulus, T, 1k) – a reverse-chronological Peter character study with some brutal turns of phrase and an utterly underappreciated ship!

sssister (Astoria/Daphne, M, 300) – “Molly don’t rec snake sex fic AGAIN” I DO WHAT I WANT

incandescence (i see me in you) (Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, E, 2.5k) – non-HP but hottttttt HOTD fic!!!

REC LISTS

Please check the tags of the recced fics for content warnings too!

leftsidedown's Collections – we would like to point you to the collections Jackie has been very quietly maintaining on AO3 with themed fic recs on top of all the rec lists she posts on tumblr! 

we love butch lesbians in this house – speaking of tumblr rec lists, Jackie always has the most interesting themes, such as multifandom butch rep…

femslash fic recs: ginny + infidelity – …this incredibly specific topic with multiple fics per pairing…

15 het Remus rare ships – …and further showing off her multishipper chops with these het (gasp!) Remus rare pairs.

halloween-themed wolfstar rec bingo – Jackie also does really fun themed bingo card rec lists, like this Halloween Wolfstar one…

dark fiction halloween rec bingo – …these darker and creepier spooky season recs…

wolfstar autumn rec bingo – …and these recs containing all the fall vibes you could ever wish for!

FANDOM ANALYSIS

What was the HP fandom on AO3 writing in 2022?

more miscellaneous stats for HP fics updated in 2022

wolfstar fandom survey results

atyd fic popularity stats

no. of kudos and age of fic: some very confused stats? – more “popularity” over time stats for fics featuring the biggest hp ships

The Fanfic Maverick: Fanfiction History with Talkin' Fanfic PART TWO – liveblogging a fandom history podcast episode with added links!

Fansplaining: Fan Labor, Fan Consumption – liveblogging a fandom meta podcast episode on fan labor!

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Whew! We could go on but this post is already very long (thank you for appreciating broomsticks enough to read to the end!) so we'll leave things here. We adore you, Jackie!

Love,

Billie, June, and Molly <3

#mutuals march #leftsidedown #bfe fic recs #leftsidedown fic recs #hp fic recs #hp femslash #hp rare pairs #fic recs #<3

[the-void-writes]

“if there was anyone ever get through this life/ with their heart still intact/ they didn’t do it right”

Thank you so much for this one! I hope it’s okay that it’s short, since I was just playing around with some ideas lol. This is just a bit of Cyrus’ interactions with his adopted son Marius, who’s been distancing himself over the years because of where he came from and can’t decide whether or not he deserves Hawthorn.

SOLM - Silver Lining

“Heartbreak is inevitable, is it not?” Marius stared at his hands. “Your father, your village, all of Master Val’s life— Living without sorrow is impossible.”

Cyrus closed his eyes, reaching his hand out to his boy’s shoulder, thankful that he didn’t push him away.

“Those sound like the words of a boy who hasn’t found his silver lining yet.”

Marius stared up at him, the confusion in his eyes giving his face a bit of life. “What do you mean?”

“There may be sorrow, sure, but there’s also great joy.” Cyrus gestured to the room around them. “This house would still be rubble if it weren’t for the townsfolk giving their time and effort to rebuild it. They’re as much a part of our family as my parents were. And dear Val and Tristan, they’ve brightened our lives significantly.

“And you, my boy— You’re the greatest silver lining of all. It’s been an honor to help you grow and learn, more than I’m sure your birth parents ever would have. It comforts us all to have you here under our roof… and to call you our son.”

For a fleeting moment, Cyrus thought he saw a tear in Marius’ eye. It disappeared as soon as he blinked and turned his head.

“Thank you, Master Lockhart.”

Each time he heard that name, it felt like an extra weight in his chest. Still, he refused to make Marius call him “Father” if it made him uncomfortable. Cyrus gave his shoulder one final squeeze before he stepped away, leaving Marius to read by the window.

“You’re free to join us for dinner, if you’d like,” Cyrus said. “Or I can get Freya to bring some food up here for you.”

He took the silence as a sign that Marius was lost in thought, or simply too exhausted to answer. That is, until he heard the soft footsteps across the floor, and the boy was suddenly hugging his side tightly.

“I’m grateful to you all—” His voice sounded small and unsure, as it had when he was younger. “—especially you. Thank you for wanting me here, Cyrus.”

It was a small step forward for him, but it made Cyrus so happy to hear the familiarity in his voice. He let his hand fall on Marius’ back, careful not to move it, lest the moment disappear from his grasp.

“I told you, my boy, it’s an honor to call you our own.”

Marius nodded softly. “I think I actually believe you.”

“I hope you do, because it’s true. We love you, Marius.” Cyrus smiled. “And I know you love us, too. You don’t have to say it.”

To his surprise and delight, Marius chuckled at his words. His smile brought the whole room out of darkness and into a warm glow.

“Thank you, sir.”

#writeblr #ask games #wip: secrets of lockhart manor

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1130: Lockhart and Strife's Sparring Class (SSBU X FF7 X Kingdom Hearts)

8:01 a.m. at Smash Gym Center..............

Dedede: (Walking in the Halls with Escargoon While Grumbling) ('Clicks Teeth') Man, I can't believe this. It took me weeks building up visible arm muscles and it all went waste losing that dumb arm wrestling match!

Escargoon: Oh, don't be such a grouch, De. Think of this like a regularly workout schedule that could help get you through the day.

Dedede: (Rolls his Eyes) Yeah. A year long workout schedule with blondie and little miss heaven hands working my ass down to the wire for lord knows how long.....

Escargoon: You only got like, what? Three hours in the morning left? I'm sure it won't last long.

Dedede: Yeah, we'll see.

The duo stops walking for a second as they notice a familiar face walking out of a two divided door in front of them

Lea: ('Sigh') Was not expecting to reach fifteen sit ups today, but- (Notices Dedede and Escargoon in his Point of Voice Before Putting on a Bright Smile) Oh, 'sup, you guys. Good morning.

Escargoon: (Smiles Back at Lea Along With Dedede) Good morning to you too, Lea.

Dedede: Hey, man! What brings you all the way up here?

Lea: (Points at the Doors Behind Him) I promised the teach and Namine that I would join them on their training session in there. (Walks Over to the Water Fountain and Pours Water Inside his Bottle) Kinda wish we didn't have come here this early in the morning, but.....(Shrugs) It's whatever.

Escargoon: (Takes a Look at The Paper Printed Sign that Reads "Lockhart's Training Program 8-11 a.m." Taped on One of the Doors in Front of Him) Sp this is where you guys go for your workout sessions?

Lea: Yep. 'Heard the room itself hasn't been used all that much before Tifa and Cloud came by and use it for themselves. Why, you guys are joining us today?

Escargoon: Nah, just Dedede here. (Forms a Teasing Like Smirk on his Face) He lost a game of arm wrestling to Daisy the other day, so he has to come here and workout with you guys for the rest of the year.

Lea: (Starts Snickering) Seriously?

Dedede: (Glares at Both Escargoon and Lea) 'Ey, in my defense, that girl uses her elephant throughout the whole thing to give her her that edge in the first place. I was robbed and cheated!

Escargoon: Uh-huh. And last I checked, you challenged her when she was ALREADY turned into an elephant from the getgo.

Lea: Yeah, I don't see how that classified as cheating if that's the case.

Dedede: (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms and Turning Away) Yeah, well, I'm still the motion that she only won by luck and handicap. Without either of those in her disposal, I would've beaten her under a minute!

?????: No shame in admitting your losses there, De.

The trio turns to see Cloud, Tifa, Aqua, and Namine walking out of the training room to greet their newest recruits.

Cloud: (Smirks a Bit at Dedede's in Particular) Especially when you still have your end of the bargain to fulfill.

Aqua/Namine: (Happily Waves Hello to the Ex King of Dreamland) Good morning!~

Tifa: (Smiles Brightly While Clasping her Hands Together) It's so nice to have you here with us today, De!~ And here I thought you were never gonna show.

Dedede: Yeah, I wouldn't have missed for the world. Y'all would kill me before I try to do that.

Cloud: (Crosses his Arms while Scoffing) Oh please. We're not that barbaric. We would drag you here if anything.

Tifa: (Pouts at her Boyfriend) Cloud, don't be rude.

Dedede: Yeah, tell 'im, sis!

Tifa: I could easily carry him out of his room to here myself. Maybe use the air horns to wake him up just in case.

Dedede: (Smiles Falters Down into an Annoyed Frown) Nevermind, y'all are made for each other....

Cloud/Tifa: (Smiles Softly at Dedede) Thank you.

Dedede: (Comically Glares at the Couple) That ain't, no way, a complete compliment!

Tifa: (Giggles Softly) Alright, alright. Let's get training session started before we start wasting time here, everyone. (Starts Going Back Inside the Training Room with Cloud Following Behind)

Cloud: The sooner we get started, the quicker we leave, eh, De?

Dedede: Yeah, you better mean that, you no good, cocky.....(Starts Grumbling to Himself as Him and Escargoon Goes Inside the Room as Well)

Namine: (Turns Aqua and Lea) He seems nice.

Few Minutes Inside the Training Room Later.............

Small, but visible sparks begins to fly as Cloud and Lea spar with one another by using their respective weapons.

Cloud: (Clashes his Buster Sword With Lea's Bond of Flame Keyblade) I gotta say, Lea. (Counters Lea's Blade Attacks with His Before Clashing Again) You're not too shabby with that Keyblade of yours.

Lea: Why, thank you, Strife!~ (Effortlessly Dodges Cloud's Attack) Still a bit on the rusty side, but I got most of this this Keyblade Warrior mentality jogged down and memorized. (Tries Taking a Swing at Cloud With his Keyblade

Cloud: (Dodges the Attack by Jumping Himself Back) You sure about that?

Cloud creates a beam like shockwave from his Buster Sword and shoots it towards his opponent. It wasn't long for red haired fighter to slice up the shockwave in half and explodes behind him with one, fiery strike and a flashy, heart-throbbed pose to boot.

Lea: As sure as the blazing, fiery sun, baby!

Escargoon: (Watches Everything Goes Down on the Sidelines With the Other) The wording could use a little more work, but his pose is a nice touch, not gonna lie.

Dedede: (Turns to Namine) Has he always been this cocky?

Namine: (Smiles Sheepishly at Dedede) More or less.

Aqua: (Gives Her Student/Friend a Stern, Motherly Glare) Now it's not the time show off, Lea! Keep focusing on the match!

Lea: (Turns to Aqua While Sparring With Cloud) Will you relax already, Teach? I got this under contr-

Cloud uses his Buster Sword to knock Lea's Keyblade from out of his hands and sends it flying to the other side of the room, causing the Keyblade Warrior in training to nervously turns his had towards his now disappearing weapon before turning back to his smirking opponent.

Cloud: You were saying?

Lea: Uhhhhhhhhhhhh........(Slowly Puts on an Awkward Grin on his Face) Well fought?-Ack!

Lea gets swept under his feet by his opponent, causing him to fall face down onto the flood.

'THUD'

Lea groans a bit in pain as he is then greeted to Cloud looking down at him while pointing the tip of his Buster Sword at his face.

Cloud: Likewise. But maybe heed yor teacher's advice and take it a little more seriously next time, yeah? Without showing off? (Moves his Sword to the Side andvHolds Out a Hand For Lea)

Lea: (Sighs Before Accepting Cloud's Assistance on Helping Himself Back Up on his Feet) Will do, boss.

Cloud: (Turns to Aqua) Oh and Aqua? You mind refraining yourself from all the scolding a bit back there? I know you're his teacher and all, but still.....

Aqua: (Blushes in Embarrassment) O-Of course! (Quickly Bows to Cloud) I'm so sorry!

Tifa: (Gives Her Froend a Sheepish Smile) It's no harm done, really.

................................................................................

Loud, booming noise continously occurs as two new combatants, Tifa and Aqua, sparring one another as they warp back and forth around the room before they decided to stop and take a short breather

Tifa: (Starts Panting a Bit While Wiping the Sweat Off Her Forehead by Using her Arm) ('Whew') You surprise me, Aqua!~ I didn't take you for the tough, straight-forward type fighter.

Aqua: (Let's Out a Sigh Before Forming a Bit of a Sheepish Smile on her Face) I'm not always like this in most battles. I just wanted to give you a worth-while challenge is all.

Tifa: Well, aren't you the sweetest~ (Puts on a Friendly, Competitive Smirk on her Face) As a token of my gratitude, I'll be giving this match of our my all as well, if you don't mind.

Aqua: You're more than welcome to do so by all means. (Smirks Back at Tifa) I'm starting to enjoy not holding anything back for once.

Tifa: Ditto.

And with thay, the two combatants resume back to their fast paced sparring match, leaving almost everyone else on the sidelines dumbfounded by everything's going on.

Lea: What is even happening right now?......

Cloud: I couldn't tell you even if I have tiniest bit of clue.

Namine: (Pays Close Attention to the Sarring Match in Front of Her) They're counteracting each other's attacks.

Lea: (Throws Both his Hands Out With a Surprised, Exaggerated Look on his Face) With THAT much spoed!?

Namine: (Turns to Lea With a Bright, Excited Smile on her Face) I know. right?~ Isn't this an incredible sight to behold?~

Cloud: Incredible is putting it loosely.

Dedede: (Couldn't Believe What is Going on Right Now) I thought this was supposed to be simple sparring match, not some intense Smash bout! Those two are gonna end up breaking something if they don't cool it!

Escargoon: (Turns to Dedede) You're gonna step in and tell 'em that yourself?

Dedede: And get my ass eviscerated out this building quicker than you can say "Yolo"? Hard pass!

Cloud: Let's just form a agreement not to tick either of them off going forward.

Everyone: Agreed.

................................................................................

Dedede: ...........Really? (Turns To Cloud While Pointing at Namine Standing a Few Feets in Front of Him) This is supposed to be my sparring partner?

Cloud: For the time being, yes. (Forms a Bit if a Wise-Cracking Smirk on his Face) Unless you're chicken.

Dedede: (Glares at Cloud) Boy, hush, I ain't no chicken. I'm just want a fair opponent to fight. (Turns to Escargoon) Why don't you come up here and spar with me instead, 'Cargoon?

Escargoon: No can do, De. I'm more of a lover than I am a fighter.

Dedede: (Glares at Old Friend) Lover my ass! I've seen you went to town with that one guy from the bar once.

Escargoon: Yeah, in self-defense. I'm not as fight crazy as you guys in those Smash Tournament you always take part of! (Turns to Cloud) No offense.

Cloud: (Casually Shrugs) None taken on my end.

Namine: (Puffs her Cheeks Up a Little Bit With a Very Determined Look in her Eyes) With all due respect, your majesty, I'm more capable and experienced in fighting than I look.

Dedede: (Turns Back to Namine While Letting Out a Sigh) I know you are, baby girl, but I've been in this tournament business for God knows how long at this point and-

Tifa: (Gives Dedede a Darken Glare on her Face Along With Aqua Next to Her as She Cracks Both her Knuckles Slowly One by One) Dedede.....Are you implying that my very own student is too weak to fight you?

Aqua: I sure hope for YOUR sake, that it's not the case. (Summons her Rainfell Keyblade and Tightens it's Grip)

Lea silently scoots himself away from the potential carnage beside him.

Dedede: (Immediately Gets Startled by the Ladies' Dark and Cold Hearted Gesture Before Quickly Turning Back to his Sparring Partner with a Bright, Terrified Smile on his Face) O-O-On second thought, forget what I was about to say. I'm happy to have you as my sparring partner. In fact, how about landing the first hit on your Uncle De here, huh?

Namine: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) Really? You won't mind?

Dedede: 'Couse, I won't mind. I ain't in no rush to get outta here,so give me ya very best shot, kid.

Namine: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Right! (Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Getting into her Fighting Stance) Okay. (Rushes Over to Dedede) Here I......

Dedede: I doubt you'll do that much of damage on me, but-

Namine: GO!

Before he could finish his sentence, the sharp, feeling of pain begins to wrings it's ugly head towards the forner king of Dreamland as Namine delivers a direct flying kick towards his stomach hard enough to cause send him rolling backwards until he eventually and instantly got back up on his feet in a wobbly, pain-filled sense.

Dedede: (Dizzyily Holds his Finger Up) SeE? NOt a LoT oF dAm.....aGeeeeee......(Falls Back Down on the Ground)

Cloud: (Eyes Widens Along with Everyone Else) Woah.

Namine: (Taken Abback at What Just Happened) I did it......(Smiles Brightly) I've master the kick without losing balance!~

Tifa: (Happily Gotten Up From her Seat and Makes her Way Towanda her Student) Namine, that was amazing!~ Did you came up with that kick yourself?

Namine: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm, last week. I thought about naming an attack involving around it, but I haven't come up with anything yet.

Tifa: I'm sure you'll come up with something worth memorizing. I'll be more than happy to help out if you want.

The teacher and student duo then hears the groaning pain of a beaten down King Dedede.

Tifa: Right after we heal Dedede up first.

Namine: (Quickly Nodded in Agreement) R-Right. We're coming, Mr. Dedede! (Rushes Over to Dedede Along With Tifa to his Aid)

Cloud: (Still Surprised by What Just Happened) Well. That happened.

Lea: I dunno if I should be proud or terrified right now?

Aqua: (Smiles Softly) I would be lying if I say I wasn't a tad bit worried. But it makes me very happy and proud to see how Namine gotten so far.

Cloud: (Smiles a Bit) Yeah, the kid did good. It's a shame I didn't capture all pf this on film.

Escargoon: (Forms a Devish Smirk on his Face While Holding his Phone Up) Don't worry, Cloud. I got you covered. (Presses Something on his Phone) Send.

Meanwhile at The Smash Mansion: Luigi and Daisy's Room........

Daisy: (Bursts Out Laighing at the Video Sent to Her) AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Lilith: (Looks at the Video While Laying Next to Daisy on One Side) Awww~ He's all tuckered out..... (Turns to Luigi) He'll be fine, right?

Luigi: (Gives Lilith a Reassuring Smile While Laying Next to Daisy on the Other Side) I think so. He is the King of Dreamland after all. Or....rather Former King of Dreamland.

Lilith: How did he lost that position as king anyways?

Luigi: I....don't think I remembered why.....Let's ask him when he feels better. And when he doesn't get in a bad mood.

Lilith: (Smiles Brightly) Do'kay!~

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Ch. 12: The Opened Chamber

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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For the next few days, everyone was cautious when it came time to Defence Against the Dark Arts and, generally, of Lockhart himself. It was clear as day (to anyone with brains) that the man wasn't as gifted as one would think when it came to magic. It also meant that since Lockhart wasn't necessarily teaching DADA lesson concepts, anyone actually interested in the class had to go about it on their own.

While Ron overlooked the Quidditch stand rails, Hermione sat beside him engrossed in a book. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were meant to practice for the first time that year.

"Have they started yet?" Romina called from a distance. She and Carolinha Paes were making their way towards the two Gryffindors.

"No, not yet," Ron glumly took a seat beside Hermione.

"What are you reading?" Romina curiously asked Hermione, but the bushy-haired girl didn't respond. Rolling her eyes, Romina came closer. "Hermione, c'mon, are you actually still mad with me?"

Hermione's dark eyes briefly looked up from the book. Her hand passed the page and she went back to reading. She had not forgiven Romina for protesting the points Lockhart awarded her on their first day of class.

Romina thought it was ridiculous. "If roles were reversed, you would have definitely said something about how stupid it was!"

"Maybe we should sit somewhere else," Carolinha suggested, trying to keep the peace. She didn't really like confrontations.

"Hermione, let it go!" Romina exclaimed, completely ignoring Carolinha for the moment. "It was just one of my usual lash outs! I never said you didn't deserve to be awarded. I only said that the situation in which you were awarded in was unfair. The class is Defence Against the Dark Arts, not an 'All about Lockhart' course!"

"Why keep arguing?" Ron looked at the two girls with a crazed expression. "The man's loony. Let's leave it at that."

Carolinha shook her head. "I think he's a total idiot."

"Yes, exactly!" Ron made a 'thank you' gesture at her before doing a double-take at her. "Who are you?"

Carolinha sheepishly smiled. "Carolinha Paes. I'm Angel's sister."

"Right…" Ron distractedly said then looked past her and Romina to the field. He'd seen something interesting.

"Hermione, c'mon," Romina plopped down on the stand. "You know I didn't do it with bad intentions."

Hermione considered the words and tentatively looked up from her book. "I know that…"

"So then why are you mad at me?"

Hermione grudged and snapped her book shut. "I'm not mad, merely upset, that you would protest my points for my House. If I didn't know any better you were trying to make sure Gryffindor didn't get points at all."

"Okay, now you're exaggerating," Romina playfully rolled her eyes.

Hermione shared a blip of a smile with her.

Carolinha had turned to the fields as well with Ron. "I thought your House was supposed to practice?"

"We were," Ron frowned. There were shades of green robes filling the field instead of the Gryffindor scarlet.

"What's going on?" Romina watched Ron hurry down to the fields.

"I think Slytherin is going to practice now," Carolinha answered calmly. She sounded more curious, actually. "Well, at least now it's going to be interesting."

"What's she talking about?" Hermione whispered to Romina.

"Look," Carolinha continued, "I think the Weasley twins are about to go down on Flint. They're always so funny to me."

"My twins?" Romina sighed and got up. Hermione did the same and without saying it, they agreed it was time to head down to the field.

"Romina, where are you going?" Carolinha called after the girls. She had stayed in the bleachers, looking out to the field.

"If the twins are there, then you know there's going to be trouble!" Romina exclaimed.

"What? They wouldn't do anything — oh, look, I think that's Draco too."

"Oh yeah, definitely trouble now!" Romina exchanged a worried look with Hermione. The two girls rushed towards the field then, leaving Carolinha to watch on her own.

"...I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," Draco was in the middle of informing, probably towards Ron who was gaping with a mouth open. "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father bought our team. Good, aren't they?"

For Harry, Romina and Hermione, the 'new brooms' really only seemed different in that they were silver.

"But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."

The entire Slytherin team burst into laughter.

Hermione scowled at them all and decided to clap back. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."

Everyone stopped. Draco set a cold look on Hermione. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"

"Hey!" Romina growled. "You don—"

Both Fred and George didn't do the 'words' and instead lunged towards Draco. Oliver Wood and some of the other Gryffindors tried holding them back while the Slytherins protected their new Seeker. Romina pulled Hermione a couple steps back, actually afraid of what would happen next.

"How dare you!" Ron whipped out his wand. Since the Whomping Willow accident, his wand hung by a string of its core. To keep it together, Ron had tied a piece of tape around it, or rather Hermione had done it. "Eat slugs!" Something green shot out from his wand...but from the wrong end. Instead of hitting Draco, Ron suffered the blow. His body was thrown backwards, landing flat on his back on the ground.

"Ron!" went both Romina and Hermione. They scurried over to see Ron actually belch out a slug from his mouth.

"Eugh," Romina took one step backwards.

Two more slugs dropped from Ron's mouth. Hearing the Slytherin laughter, Ron stood up as if to argue with them, but instead began to belch again.

"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," Harry told Hermione. They took Ron down the field, towards the gamekeeper's hut. Behind them went a first year with a muggle large camera in hand.

"Are you quite done?" Romina remained on the field, tapping her shoe and crossing her arms. The Slytherins had yet to stop laughing. The Gryffindors were beginning to walk away, and seeing that her fellow 'housemates' weren't going to be paying attention to her, she did the same.

"Sorry you have to deal with the lot every day," Fred thought to say as they walked together back to the castle.

"They're actually not bad people—" Romina barely got to say when George scoffed on her other side. "Look, I don't speak for Marcus Flint nor the rest of the older Slytherins, but the people in my year...they're not awful. We're twelve!"

Both twins chuckled.

"Oh Aline, you have a lot to learn," George swung an arm around Romina's shoulder. Hearing her loathed middle name, Romina punched him on the arm.

"Never call me that!"

~ 0 ~

More weeks passed and nothing got better in terms of DADA education. Romina was beginning to dread each time they had to walk into Lockhart's class. She preferred to focus on the other classes that weren't jokes. The homework certainly wasn't.

Romina, Arden and the Paes twins sat in the common room trying to finish their homework on time. Things were going relatively fine until...

"No, if you were to add in that ingredient you'd blow your head off, literally!" Romina leaned over Angel's parchment of potions homework.

"Would not!" the brunette boy argued.

"Would too!"

"You're not going to do this again are you?" Carolinha, sitting across them on the other couch, looked up from her own work.

"Do what?" both Romina and Angel frowned.

Arden, who'd taken her usual spot on the floor, answered their question. "Argue! You've been doing that all afternoon!"

Romina rolled her eyes and went back to her own parchment. "Not my fault Angel's too stubborn."

Hearing her mutter, Angel retorted, "Well it's not my fault Romina's an academic know-it-all."

"Ah!" Romina gawked, letting her quill fall. "How dare you!?"

Angel chuckled at her.

"I-I can't do this anymore," Arden gave up on her homework thanks to the two. She collected her things off the floor and stood up. "I'm going to dinner."

"We'll be there in a bit," Carolinha reassured.

"Yeah, don't be too long. It's my turn to pick on Pansy," Arden walked off with a smirk on her face.

"Is that just something they do for fun?" Angel asked once Arden had gone.

"Well, no, I think Pansy truly despises Arden now," Romina said carelessly. "Before I thought she just found Arden annoying. And because Arden knows this information she has some fun and argues as much as possible with her."

"That's some complicated relationship," Carolinha sighed and began to get up. "But nothing we're not used to. It's the same between Pansy and Daphne, honestly."

"Basically Pansy with anyone," Angel said with a smirk, causing the girls to giggle.

"I'm hungry. Let's go to dinner?" Carolinha asked the two hopefully.

Agreeing, Romina and Angel desisted on their homework for the night and followed Carolinha to the Great Hall. There were great discussions to be had since the first Quidditch game was just around the corner, not to mention Halloween was right behind it. Still, while the discussions went on - and an argument here and there happened - Romina took notice of the Gryffindor table where Harry was once again missing.

She crossed glances with Hermione and Ron but it was easy to tell that neither of them knew where Harry was either. Romina somewhat relaxed when Hermione and Ron got up to -presumably - look for Ron.

"Why do you always stare at that hideous table?" Pansy Parkinson brought Romina out of her thoughts. "One could say you would rather be there."

"If it's away from you then I'd love to join them too," Arden didn't fail to remark. She bit into a biscuit after.

"It's because she wishes she had been sorted into Gryffindor," Draco made his own input, throwing Romina a brief glance. "Isn't that right?"

They sat next to each other so it wasn't that hard for Romina to ignore his look. "Well if it means I get to be away from you, then sure." Arden beamed at her used comment. Best friends did think alike.

"You're still mad?" Draco raised an eyebrow at Romina.

"Mad at what?" Pansy looked between the two suspiciously.

"The word you're not allowed to use—he used it," Romina explained, maintaining eye contact with Draco. She surprisingly had an intense stare. "On Hermione."

"What word?" Arden innocently asked while she munched on a pastry.

Theodore Nott snorted. "I wouldn't ask."

Of course that only made Arden even more curious. She looked at the rest of the group, hoping that someone would give her the answer. Blaise Zabini seemed to be the one until Angel purposely cut him off after one word.

"It's a word that real high class people shouldn't use." He looked directly at Draco.

And as if to defy him, Draco went ahead and answered Arden's question. "I said 'mudblood'."

Arden still remained in the dark. "What does that mean?"

"It means—" Draco was about to explain when Romina punched him on the arm. "Ow! What? I was only trying to explain!"

"Oh yes, and I suddenly have the power to fly," Romina sarcastically retorted. "You're awful, you know that?"

This made no effect on the boy. "What's the big deal?" And just when Romina opened her mouth, Draco decided to keep going lest he want a lecture in the air. "I say things all the time. Don't act so surprised."

"This time you went too far," Romina frowned.

"So you're just going to stay angry with me?"

"Yup."

"Why can't you move on?"

Romina didn't bother to answer. She found much more happiness in her dessert. There was pudding!

At last, the feast came to an end, and the students began to file out of the Great Hall. In all the meanwhile Romina had eaten, neither Hermione nor Ron returned. But she didn't even get to think much about it when they heard some commotion up ahead.

"What the hell!?" Pansy was the first to give signs of trouble. She was crumbling her nose because her shoes had been submerged under water that was covering the hallway.

"Ew," even Arden was agreeing this time. "Sewage water."

The students grew closer to the source of the true problem, and found Harry, Ron and Hermione standing at the front of it all. Mrs. Norris the cat was hanging upside down from a torch bracket with her eyes open and a permanently frozen face. What really drove things home was the cryptic message written across the wall.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED ENEMIES OF THE HEIR... BEWARE.

"Enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!" Draco flashed a malicious grin at Hermione.

Romina stomped hard on his foot. "That! That is why we can't move on!"

Filch had arrived to disperse the band of students and thus interrupted what was sure to be an interesting scolding. "What's going on here? Go on now! Make way…" But the man came to an abrupt stop when he saw his precious cat stunned. His eyes quickly rounded on Harry. "You! You've murdered my cat! I'll kill you! I'll—"

"Argus!" Dumbledore interrupted. He, McGonagall, Lockhart and Snape were right behind him. As soon as Dumbledore saw what was written on the wall he began to send the students away...except for Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Needless to say, the center of conversations for all students became the message on the wall...and just who was the "heir".

"It's definitely a pureblood," Arden was giving her voice of opinion later that week. She and Romina were passing the courtyard to get to their respective classes. "It's got to be. Who else would come up with something as sinister as a 'Chamber of Secrets'." She rolled her eyes at the idea. Since the whole 'mudblood' ordeal last week, she had made it her personal mission to learn more about the wizarding community. She was disgusted with some of the old fashioned thoughts of some people, specifically those who called themselves pureblood families.

"If you think like that then you're no better than purebloods looking down on muggle-borns and half-bloods," Romina said bluntly. "It's a tricky things, these ways. A lot of these customs have dated way back. It's very hard to change people's minds about them."

"When did you get so knowledgeable about this stuff?" Arden wondered.

Romina preferred not to answer with 'Draco taught me' as it would lead to a conversation she didn't want to have. Now more than ever, she was determined to keep her brief pureblood lessons with Draco a secret. She would take it to her tomb, if possible.

"So...who do you think is the heir?" Arden waggled an eyebrow at Romina. The two stopped at the intersection where their classes would separate them.

"I have no idea," Romina truthfully replied, shrugging her shoulders. And she really didn't. Everyone at school were just students who barely knew how to cast spells. The older students probably didn't have the guts and the professors had no reason to 'open' this chamber after such a long time being at the school.

"Hm," Arden's eyes looked to the side. "I'll have to Sherlock Holmes it."

Romina caught sight of the common trio of Gryffindor and hurriedly said goodbye to Arden to meet up with them. She had yet to properly talk with them since the message appeared.

~ 0 ~

"We don't know who did it either," Harry grew tired of repeating himself. He'd already been asked thousands of times before Romina did. "We just found things like they were!"

"You have some luck, you know," Romina made a face. "But that voice you said you heard...are you sure you heard it? You didn't just imagine it or something…?"

"I didn't," Harry also was tired of saying. Ron and Hermione hounded him with questions about it the same night of the question.

"But you also said Lockhart didn't hear it," Hermione reminded, till seeming unsure herself.

"Well, no—"

"But maybe Lockhart was lying," Ron interrupted and sent the girls a sharp look.

Romina scoffed before Harry could get a word in. "Oh please. Lockhart would take anything he could use for his own advantage. Hearing voices in the air would definitely be his number one story by now."

"Plus, neither of us heard anything, remember?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron.

"But it is strange that soon as Harry heard this 'voice'—" Romina made quotation marks with her fingers, —you found the stupid cat petrified? It's just—"

"Hey!" Harry finally got a word in, even going as far as raising a hand to remind his friends he was, in fact, still there and listening. "I want to clarify that this voice I heard is in fact real and I didn't imagine it. Though now I'm thinking I should have told Dumbledore about this that night."

"Are you mad!?" Ron nearly lost it.

"In what world does hearing voices no one else can ever turn out good for that person?" Romina challenged Harry to think about it. "Whether it's the muggle world or the wizarding world, hearing secret voices is not good."

Harry sighed...but ultimately agreed. People were already beginning to form their own assumptions and if word got out that he was hearing strange voices there was no doubt he would become the prime culprit of it all.

~ 0 ~

Transfiguration would be having the students attempt to change their animals into water goblets. McGonagall performed her own example - changing a bird into a crystal water goblet - and then picked Ron to follow. Nervously, Ron tapped his rat, Scabbers, with his broken (but taped up) wand. Scabbers ended as a goblet with a tail.

"You must replace that wand, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall changed Scabbers back into himself.

Hermione's hand suddenly raised a hand. Romina gave her a significant look, knowing that Hermione had understood perfectly the lesson...so what exactly did she have a question about?

"Yes, Miss Granger?"

Hermione seemed hesitant to go ahead and ask her question, but she ultimately spoke up. "Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets?"

McGonagall took a step back, as if the question had physically forced her to. Around the class, the students fell over with silence. Everyone's eyes were glued on the professor. "My subject is Transfiguration, Miss Granger."

"Yes, Professor. But there seems to be very little written about the Chamber of Secrets," Hermione spoke from her endless nights at the library searching for anything having to do with the Chamber. "For those of us with a personal interest in the subject, that is... disturbing."

McGonagall looked at the rest of her students, and seeing that literally no one was planning on listening to her lecture unless she spoke about the Chamber...she spoke. "Very well. You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Three of the founders co-existed quite harmoniously. One did not."

Ron snorted and whispered to Harry, "Three guesses who?"

"Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. In other words, purebloods. Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school. According to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. Shortly before departing, he sealed it until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The heir alone would be able to open the Chamber of Secrets and unleash the horror within, and by so doing, purge the school of all those who, in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic."

"Muggle-borns," Hermione understood and was dissuaded from questioning further.

"Yes. Naturally, the school has been searched many times for such a chamber. It has never been found."

There was utter silence until...Romina raised her hand this time. "Professor, what exactly does the legend tell us lies within the Chamber?"

"The Chamber is said to be home to something which the heir of Slytherin alone can control. It is said to be home...to a monster."

After that, no one dared to ask anymore questions. After class, though, there were many things to be discussed.

"I always knew Salazar Slytherin was a twisted old loony," Ron spoke first on their way out of class. "But I never knew he started all this pure-blood stuff. I wouldn't be in his House if you paid me—"

"Ahem?" Romina shot him a glare that made him gulp.

"You know you're the exception…"

"Mhm," Romina rolled her eyes.

"Hiya, Harry!" first-year Gryffindor, Colin Creavey, rushed up to the group. "Harry — Harry — a boy in my class has been saying you're —" But because of the crowd around, he was taken along with them and never got to finish his statement.

"What's a boy in his class saying about you?" Hermione asked curiously.

"That I'm Slytherin's heir, I expect," Harry glumly responded. Students had already begun to turn the other way when he was around.

Romina scoffed. "Please."

"People here'll believe anything," Ron agreed with Romina's disbelief. He stopped for a moment to think. "D'you really think there's a Chamber of Secrets?"

"I don't know," Hermione murmured. "Dumbledore couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be — well — human."

"Not to mention the fact every single professor has got this face" — Romina made a gesture to hers — "that makes you want to shiver. They're worried. And if they're worried...so should we."

"Because if there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it's really been opened, that means…" Harry would rather not say it outloud, but Hermione didn't hesitate.

"The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is, who is it?"

Ron nearly laughed at how naive they all were. "Let's think," he sarcastically began, "Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum?"

Hermione didn't answer, but she was following Ron's gaze up to Draco up ahead. Soon, Romina and Harry did the same.

"If you're talking about him—" Hermione began, but Ron cut her off.

"Of course! You heard him: 'You'll be next, Mudbloods'!"

"What? No!" Romina actually had a good laugh. "That is probably the most ridiculous thing I have heard up to date. And I've heard plenty."

"Oh, c'mon, Romina," Ron argued, even stopping to get his point across.

"What? I'm being serious," Romina turned to him too, slowly sobering from her laughter. "I mean, I get that you hate him—he's given you good reasons to—but to say that he opened up a secret chamber—" her eyes widened for dramatic effect, "—to get rid of all muggle-borns...that's just hilariously stupid."

Ron huffed and crossed his arms.

"Maybe Ron's right," Harry put a hand on his friend's arm, ignoring Romina's irritated scoff. "I mean, look at his family. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries."

"Hey," Romina pointed at him suddenly, her playfulness gone and replaced with a warning look, "I will not let you disrespect my House like that. By thinking like that you're basically saying that I'm going to grow up to become some dark witch. And—" she spoke just as Harry and Ron opened their mouths presumably to tell her she was wrong, "—don't you dare tell me that 'I'm the exception' because that's just a joke. I'm going to remind you that both my aunt and uncle were also in Slytherin and, contrary to the people who birthed me, they are the kindest people I know."

Hermione looked between the three, unsure of where to speak for and against. "It wouldn't hurt to try and see whether or not Malfoy is the Heir…"

Romina sighed and stepped back, appalled. "You too?"

"We won't call him out, we can just find another way."

"Fine, if you want, I can just ask him and be done with it," Romina turned around to just that task when the three Gryffindors yelled 'no!' and grabbed her back.

"Are you mad, woman!?" Ron nearly shook the girl. "Like he'd ever tell you!"

"See, this is where my name actually does me some good," Romina shrugged. "Oswells have the famous reputation of being evil. For once, that could work in my favor."

"We're not taking that chance," Harry shook his head.

"We don't have to," Hermione said with a new light in her eyes - she had an idea. "We can get Crabbe and Goyle to tell us. They must know the truth."

"Are you implying that Draco would rather tell those two bozos than me?" Romina frowned.

Now both Harry and Ron made horrible faces. "Why does that seem to bother you?" Ron asked with an edge in his voice.

Romina blinked, as if just realizing herself, then shook her head. "No! I just meant...well, Draco does spend a lot of time with Blaise and Theo too."

"Yeah, but trust me, it would be a lot easier to get Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione said with a strange smirk. It caught everyone's attention.

"Why do you say it like that?" Romina raised an eyebrow at the girl. "What are you thinking about doing?"

"I'm thinking that we're going to impersonate those two and in the process break about fifty school rules. Also, it would be very dangerous."

Romina, Harry and Ron all exchanged glances with each other. Had they heard right?

None of it seemed to matter because in the next second Ron demanded to know when they could start.

~ 0 ~

At night while most students were having dinner, Romina was led into the Gryffindor common room by Harry, Ron and Hermione. There was no one in there which created the perfect chance to really look at the book Hermione had swiped from the library's forbidden section thanks to Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Are you sure I'm allowed to be in here?" Romina took in the scarlet and golden room. It seemed very comfortable but...a bit messy with all the furniture and draping curtains. The only thing she envied was the view they got from their windows.

"I've checked—" Hermione said dutifully, "—and there is no explicit rule forbidding students to go into common rooms not of their House."

"Rule-abiding Hermione isn't going to make a visit right now is she?" Ron curiously asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and excused herself for a minute to retrieve the book they needed from her dorm. She returned two minutes later with it and walked over to the couch. Together they began to skim the book for the potion Hermione talked about and with luck they found it within ten minutes.

"Those are some...interesting pictures…" Romina crinkled her nose at the disturbing illustrations on the pages.

Hermione was much more interested in the instructions. "Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform himself temporarily into the physical form of another...'"

Ron had to stop her right there. "You mean, Harry and I drink some of this stuff and we turn into Crabbe and Goyle?"

"Yes."

"Wicked! Malfoy'll tell us anything!"

"Exactly. But it's tricky," Hermione warned. She kept passing her finger down the instructions. "I've never seen a more complicated potion. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed. And, of course, we'll need a bit of whoever we want to change into too."

Now Ron's excitement faded right there "Hang on now. I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it."

"Y'all want to play Sherlock - that's the punishment," Romina said with a clear trace of satisfaction in her tone. "I told you that it would be a lot easier for me to just ask or at the very least try to impersonate Blaise and Theo."

"They're pretty smart," Hermione said, "We can't run the risk of using them and getting caught. Besides, don't you think it Malfoy was the Heir, he would tell someone who wouldn't say a soul? Can you see Blaise and Theo keeping it a secret?"

"No...guess not..." Romina thought that in a moment of spite, either one of the boys would betray Draco. Maybe even just for a joke. "Alrihgt, I get the point."

"How long will it take to make?" asked Harry.

"A month," Hermione answered after re-checking the instructions.

"A month?" Harry gaped. "But if Malfoy is the heir of Slytherin...he could attack half the Muggle-borns in the school by then!"

Romina rolled her eyes, but Hermione took a bit of the warning to heart. "You didn't have to tell me that."

~ 0 ~

The day of the first Quidditch game was a disastrous one from the start. As soon as Romina woke up, she could hear her House chanting for their team, so sure they would win. Romina knew with the brooms they had, it was very plausible. However, here came the problem. If she cheered for her House, her fellow Gryffindor friends would take it as a traitorous behavior because her best friend was their seeker.

"Ron, what am I supposed to do? Not cheer for my own team?" Romina was angrily demanding to know the right answer. She, Arden, Hermione and Ron were making their way towards the audience stands.

"Yes!" Ron didn't hesitate to answer, and with a loud shout. Both Romina and Arden glared.

"Not happening. I can cheer for both," Romina held her nose in the air and walked ahead with Arden.

"She's mad? How can she be mad?" Ron incredulously asked.

"I can't imagine her position is easy," Hermione tried to see through Romina's perspective. "On the one hand, she's a Slytherin and it's only natural she'd want to cheer her own team."

"On the other hand, Slytherins are cheaters. Malfoy just bought them their winning ticket. How could she cheer for that?"

Hermione could understand both sides. Unfortunately, even her quick wits weren't enough to find a solution for the problem.

Romina and Arden found spots beside Carolinha, Daphne and Pansy near the first row. Blaise, Theo and Angel were on the bleacher below them.

Noticing Romina's face, Arden gently bopped shoulders with Romina. "Don't mind what Ron said. I don't know him as well as you do, but he's got a big mouth that says things he usually regrets later."

Romina could agree there. Ron was always saying things he usually only meant in that moment. He wasn't evil, nor rude, but was very impulsive and just not a great listener. "You're right," Romina gave a small nod of her head. "I'm just going to have fun cheering for both teams."

Arden grinned, but Pansy - overhearing - had to comment on similar things that Ron had said. At least with her, Romina could easily deflect such words by simply ignoring her. What Pansy said was not in her care line.

When the game started, it was almost impossible for the Slytherins to see their team. They were like little blurred spots that zipped from one place to the other. The brooms were sure working their magic. Gryffindors were, at times, left wondering how it was that the ball escaped their clutches.

Into the game, Romina noticed something truly strange. She borrowed Angel's binoculars to get a better look at the field. "Is it me or does that bludger seem to have a thing for Harry this game?"

"His team is just not good at fighting them, that's all," Pansy didn't fail to make a shot at the Gryffindors.

"Yeah, but I think Romina might have a point this time…" Angel's head followed the movements of the bludger.

"You're going to make me dizzy," frowned Blaise. "Stop!"

Romina rolled her eyes and continued to watch the game through the binoculars. "Something isn't right," she mumbled. George had smacked a bludger away from Harry, but almost a second later it was back in Harry's direction. Is it possible the bludger had been tampered with?

"Oh, now I see it," Arden commented when Harry performed a series of quick witted moves with the broom to avoid the bludger. "Poor Harry."

"Who cares! Look!" Pansy pointed excitedly. "There's the snitch! And it's so close to Draco! He's sure to catch it now!"

"Something tells me he won't…" Arden snatched the binoculars from Romina to have a look now.

Carolinha tilted her head, confused like usual. "I don't get it. Why isn't Draco grabbing it yet? He doesn't have to move much."

"Because the idiot is probably more focused on insulting Harry," Romina sighed.

Arden was giggling. "You should see Flint's face right now."

"He's bound to get in trouble now," Daphne said, making a face..

"I think...both…" Romina was making a face of terrible fear because now Harry and Draco were flying for the Seeker, fighting each other of course, and somehow one winded up nearly hitting the wall while the latter spiraled out of control after hitting a beam.

With Harry, the bludger finally met him just as he caught the Golden Snitch. He lost control of his broom and went down to the pitch field as well. But, as if that wasn't enough, the bludger appeared to not have been finished with its work.

"Are you serious?" Romina rubbed her eyes just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. But of course hearing Pansy's laughter indicated this was very much reality.

Thankfully, someone from the Gryffindor stand acted fast and cancelled whatever spell that bludger was under.

Arden lowered the binoculars, revealing widened eyes and a gaping mouth. "What...a...game…"

~ 0 ~

Thanks to Gilderoy Lockhart's incessant endeavor to play hero, Harry had ended up in the night wing with absolutely no bones in an arm. Madame Pomfrey sure had her evening cut out for her.

"Will Harry be okay?" Carolinha stopped by the desk Romina was working at in their common room.

The black-haired girl looked up from her work with a smile. "I couldn't get in but I think he will be. I know there's a spell to get bones back in the arm."

"Painful one, probably," Pansy almost sing-sang as she walked by them. Both girls rolled their eyes.

"Hey, you lived," they heard Arden suddenly say.

Those in the common room glanced at the entrance to see Draco coming in with a dazed look, yet there was a gleaming scowl spreading on his pale face.

"Ten points Flint got to you already?" Theo stopped by the blonde with an eager face. "How bad was it?"

The look on Draco's face said it all.

"What can I say, you're a good player if not a bit easily distracted," Angel clapped him on the shoulder.

"Angel I'd take three steps away from him…" Romina had never seen Draco look so mad. She feared for anyone around him.

"Don't touch me, don't speak to me —don't even breathe around me," Draco pushed past him and headed for the boys' hallway.

"Hm...you got off easy…" Theo said to Angel, sounding a little disappointed.

~ 0 ~

In order to do their polyjuice potion, a decent, conserved room was needed. Thankfully, Hermione had found one long before that requirement.

Romina walked in with Harry and Ron and immediately noticed the abandoned features of the bathroom. Walls were from looking, sinks were chipped to the point of falling apart, and the mirrors were slashed. Even the candles lighting it up were guttering. Despite the conditions of the room, the boys were more focused on Harry's recent findings on the chamber of secrets thanks to the house elf Dobby.

"Again? You mean, the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" even Hermione had looked up from her smoking cauldron on the floor.

Ron's eyes widened with realization. "Of course! Don't you see? Lucius Malfoy must've opened it when he was at school here, and now he's told Draco how to do it."

"If Draco had known, don't you think he would've opened it last year?" Romina thought logically.

Even Hermione had to concede at that point. "We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure," she motioned to the cauldron that was billowing smoke.

Ron somewhat simmered from his excitement. "Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?"

Hermione shook her head calmly. "Never. No one ever comes in here."

"Why?"

"Moaning Myrtle."

"She's real?" Romina blinked. She suddenly began to look around, but neither Harry nor Ron knew who they are talking about. "I thought Arden was making it up to scare the crap out of Pansy." She laughed. "It worked by the way."

Before anyone could say anything in response, a loud screeching made them look up in time to see the ghost of a girl appearing through the wall. Her pigtails floated with the nonexistent air and her clothing - while gray and transparent like her - were that of the school uniform.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle!" her squeaky voice rang in their ears. She stopped just in front of Ron, giving the ginger quite a scare. "I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about fat, ugly, miserable, moping, moaning Myrtle?" the girl sobbed and dove into one of the toilet stalls.

All three shocked, Romina, Harry and Ron turned to Hermione. The brunette girl merely shrugged and continued with the potion.

"She's a little sensitive."

~ 0 ~

Days later saw the first student attacked by the Chamber's beast. Colin Creevey - Harry's practically number one fan - had been found on the floor, holding his camera to his fact, petrified. The news spread like wildfire amongst the students. Of course with it came higher desires to find the "Heir".

Rumors started here and there, and most of them were delirious…

"It's ridiculous, really, but amusing to what extent some of these idiots will go to just to 'protect themselves'," Arden told Romina after witnessing a student in their Care of Magical creatures class purchase a talisman meant to ward off any beasts.

Honestly, the thought made Romina want to laugh as well.

"Guys!" Angel called them over to a parchment posted on the wall. He and Carolinha, were already bursting with excitement over whatever the new announcement was.

Romina and Arden came to stand just beside them and both looked up to see a Dueling Club was being formed.

"Can you believe it? A Dueling Club!" Angel exclaimed.

"Could be useful nowadays," Carilonha said with exceptionally wide eyes. With the latest on the Chamber, she had become more cautious and nervous.

"It's eight o'clock," Arden finished reading. "Well, I'll go. If anything, I can see Pansy getting cursed or something."

Before eight o'clock, Romina managed to get the word to her Gryffindor friends about the club. She figured it would be a good idea to learn some defensive stances and spells just in case they actually ran into the Heir.

The Great Hall had been the site for the first meeting that night. Only one long table had been left in the center to serve the professors' platforms.

"Gather round!" Lockhart was, of course, at the center of the platform. "Gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent." He took a long, dramatic pause before speaking again. "In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions - for full details, see my published works."

"My God, he's a walking advertisement." Romina rolled her eyes.

"Well, at least Professor Snape will be there, look," Arden pointed to their Head of House coming up the platform. All Slytherins were excited as Snape came by Lockhart, but of course none of the other Houses agreed.

"Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape…" Lockhart began.

"He is joking, right?" Blaise's voice drew the girls' attention behind them. He, Draco and Angel were pushing their way through the crowd to be upfront. Assistant? Snape?"

"Like Ron said, the man's loony," Carolinha mumbled, causing the girls to snicker.

Lockhart and Snape were meant to give the group an example of how to de-arm each other. Lockhart jokingly promised to leave Snape alive. Snape threw Lockhart back before the blonde wizard could even finish his spell.

All Slytherins cheered for their Head of House.

Lockhart got up to his feet with the fakest smile possible. "Yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy…"

Snape seemed like he didn't want to bother wasting air pointing out how that was indeed not true. "Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor."

Lockhart agreed and between the two put the students in pairs. Things were going fine until Lockhart put Arden and Pansy as partners.

"Professor that might not be a good idea…" Romina tried inputting an opinion but was, of course, not taken into consideration.

"That should be interesting," Draco moved up to stand beside her.

"You mean murderous. Actually, it'd be like if you were paired up with—"

But Snape called over to them and finished Romina's thought without knowing it. "Mr. Malfoy, come over here. Let's see what you make of the famous Potter."

Draco's eyes lit up with a new sense of excitement, "Honestly, Oswell, I might just consider you as a lucky charm!"

"N-n-n-no, don't…" Romina tried to say but Draco happily marched towards Harry, forgetting all about her. "Dammit!"

"Miss Oswell, you can partner with Weasley," Lockhart came by to take the girl to the named partner.

"So it's just killing night, got it," Romina mumbled...because she remembered what happened with Ron's broken wand the last time he tried using it. "Please don't use that on me," she kindly requested from Ron once they were in position to begin.

Ron could only respond with a sheepish smile.

"And bow!" commanded Lockhart once everyone had been put into partners. "Wands at the ready! When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents — only to disarm them — we don't want any accidents — one . . . two . . . three—"

Everything that happened after that went so fast no one could pinpoint the exact time things went awry. In two minutes, Snape had to shout 'Finite Incantatem!' to stop everyone's spells.

Harry could finally stop dancing because of the charm Draco had put on him. Draco, in turn, could finally get up and stop laughing from the tickling charm put on him. Pansy's cries echoed in the room at the last moment when Arden blasted her against a wall. Hermione was in a headlock with Millicent and seemed to be needing some help.

"I'm sorry!" Ron's words caught some attention. Romina was sitting up with a face full of ash but otherwise unharmed.

Other students were actually bleeding from whatever their partners had cast on them. All in all, it was a disaster.

"I think I'd better teach you how to block unfriendly spells," Lockhart quickly thought of, probably to make up for the gigantic error they'd made. "Let's have a volunteer pair — Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you—" but of course that would not be.

"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," Snape interrupted and came over. "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox. How about Malfoy and Potter?"

How that could be any better Romina would never understand. As the two boys in question walked up on stage, the rest of the students started gathering near the stage. Of course when Harry and Draco walked up to each other for the traditional bow, some of the students who knew them wondered if taking a step closer was a good idea.

"Scared, Potter?" The aura of superiority around Draco seemed to burst in that moment.

Harry would not falter against his confidence. "You wish."

The two boys walked to the edges of the stage then turned around, wands ready.

"I can't watch," Romina thought she had whispered until Arden gave an excited 'I can!' beside her.

It came as no surprise that Draco started the fuel before Lockhart even finished his little countdown. Harry blasted backwards and was only down for a second when he jumped back and directed his own spell.

"Rictusempra!" His wand released a silver light that shot directly at Draco, causing the boy to double over in pain.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart seemed tired of the same mistake, but Romina thought he had it well deserved for being so naive again.

"Serpensortia!" Draco delivered the final spell of the duel when a long, black snake erupted from his wand. All the students' jaws dropped at the sight of it.

"Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you," Snape supposedly meant well and started for the snake when Lockhart cut in.

"Allow me!" the blonde wizard moved his wand about but instead of getting rid of the snake, he flew it into the air.

Justin Finch-Fletchley came to be the next target of the snake. The boy was stuck to his spot while the snake slithered towards him. Everyone around him literally jumped to the sides to avoid the snake. But suddenly, Harry called to it...or at least that's what the others thought he was doing. A strange whisper and hissing was coming out of Harry's mouth that no one could understand.

The snake paused to look at Harry but then continued for Justin. Harry once more called to it in the strange language before the snake finally desisted from Justin. Everyone was stunned, as far as Harry could see, and he didn't know why.

"What are you playing at?" Justin demanded from Harry but didn't get any close to the boy

Harry frowned, confused of course, because he had just saved Justin from the snake. But then he started noticing the different looks he was getting from the others. Draco seemed shocked, Neville and Seamus were afraid, Romina was confused, and Ron and Hermione were concerned.

What had he done?

~0~

Because Romina could not catch up with Harry, Ron and Hermione after the dueling club, she was forced to return to the Slytherin common room with the rest of her friends. That didn't mean she wouldn't be learning of the true problem that night.

"I can't believe Potter is a Parseltongue," Angel was discussing it with Draco and Blaise ahead of the group. "I should have seen it coming!"

"Don't be ridiculous, it was a trick, obviously," Draco said, far too fast for anyone who was so confident in their thoughts.

"Funny, you didn't look like that back there," Blaise smirked.

The conversation went on as they walked into the common room. Theo was already in their usual spot, doing homework, but happily put his quill to the side to hear about how Harry Potter had spoken parseltongue. He howled with laughter.

Romina stepped in front of the boys, absolutely confused, and demanded to hear some answers. "What the hell is a parseltongue?"

"You really don't know much, do you?" Blaise raised an eyebrow with a condescending look on his face.

"Shut it and answer my question."

"Romina, a parseltongue is someone who can speak to snakes," Angel gently explained to her much kinder.

"P-p-parseltongue?" Romina repeated the soapy word in her mouth. "That sounds like a kind of cheese. What's the problem? Why is everyone either freaking out or laughing?" She threw eyes at Theo who still had tears in his eyes from his laugh.

"Oswell, the only person known who could speak to snakes was you-know-who," Draco explained and waited for her to reach the same conclusion that everyone else already had.

Romina's mouth parted from her shock, but she immediately rejected the idea. "That's — no! You never know. If there's this stigma around parseltongues then it's natural maybe some people don't admit they have the talent."

"Look, you don't have to convince me. As if Potter could be the Heir of Slytherin," Draco rolled his eyes at the absurdity. "Next joke please."

But as he began to leave, Angel let it slip that the only other person known to speak to snakes was Salazar Slytherin himself. Anyone within hearing distance would now make the connection that Harry could very well be his heir.

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The Wedding Night 3/3

Ari took another drink of wine, to steady her nerves. And looked up as her husband re-entered the room.

He pulled her to her feet. “For our first time,” he said “I think we should keep things simple. But I would love it if you could remove your night clothes,” he added with a smile.

Her fingers trembled with the stays on her nightgown. It was ridiculous, there was no reason for her to be nervous. She had just seen into his very soul. She could bare her body for him.

“Let me,” he murmured, pulling out the stays. He lifted the shift over her head, leaving her completely naked before him. “Beautiful,” he breathed, stepping back to take her all in. He fell to his knees before her, burying his face between her legs, breathing in the scent of her arousal. “Please, please let me taste you.”

“Of course,” she said, running a hand through his hair. He stood and lifted her in his arms, placing her in the chair, where Lydia sat moments before.

“Thank you, my lady,” he said, kissing her thigh. “Thank you for becoming my wife,” another kiss. “Thank you for indulging my uniques tastes,” he ran his tongue down her centre and she arched her back.

“I watched you touch yourself,” he said against her skin, between kisses and licks. “Have you done that before?”

“Yes,” she moaned, without hesitation.

“What do you think of? Late at night, when you touch yourself?”

She gasped as his tongue entered her, she gripped the sides of the chair and started to move against his face. Her head fell back, her whole body was on fire.

“Nothing like this, I could never imagine anything like this,”

“No?” He slipped two fingers inside her and her body rose off the chair.

“Fuck!” She swore.

He laughed against her, swirling his tongue around her as he moved his fingers in and out.

The pressure inside her was rising, the pleasure radiating from her core was greater than anything she had ever felt.

“Let go, my lady, come for me,”

And she did. Waves of pleasure crashed over her and she gasped for breath. He licked her again and she clamped her thighs around his head. He laughed and sat back.

“It’s so sensitive,” she moaned, after a moment she sat up and looked at him. His cock was hard again.

“Do you… do you need pain to come?”

“No, I can enjoy boring sex in the dark too,” he winked.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” she turned away, blushing.

“No! You can always ask me,” he leant forward and grabbed her hands “You are my wife, my partner. You can ask me anything.”

“Thank you,” she closed the distance between them and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “Did I taste as good as you hoped?” She asked, surprising herself.

He groaned against her lips “You are the best thing I have ever tasted. Better than sweet peaches stuffed with marzipan.”

“You’re a liar!” She laughed.

“Never!” He moved into a crouch and lifted her off the chair. “Now, Viscountess Lockhart, it is late, and it is time for us to consummate our marriage.”

He stood, wrapping her legs around his waist, and holding her buttocks.

“I thought the bed would be more suited for this,” he said in her ear, walking back out to his bedroom. He laid her down on the covers.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, running a hand down his cock, and positioning himself between her legs as she lay her head back on the pillows. He took a second to admire her, her soft, beautiful body on soft, dark sheets. Her cheeks were flushed and her dark eyes stared up at him, innocently wide and expectant.

He ran his cock up and down between her legs, teasing at her entrance. “Are you sure you want this now?” He asked. “If it’s too late, we can do this tomorrow.”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “I don’t happen to find you very funny, my lord.”

He laughed and before she could speak again, he pushed into her. Ari swore and rolled her head back.

“Not very lady like,” he said, nipping her lips.

He slowly pulled out and slide back in, as slow as he could he moved in and out. “You feel incredible, my lady, I could do this all night. You’re so tight and warm around me.” He moaned into her neck.

Ari couldn’t find the words to reply, she could barely breathe. His slow movements were exquisite torture. His mouth was on her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses down to her chest, he took her nipple in his mouth. Flicking his tongue over it, softly sucking. And moving to the other. He blew lightly over them, and she moaned his name, holding onto his shoulders.

“I’m going to teach you,” he breathed, as his pace slowly increased, “I’m going to teach you how to find pleasure in my toy cupboard. I want to crawl behind you and kiss your feet. I want to see you fuck yourself with a glass dildo.”

His pace was fast now, Ari could see the strain on his face, he didn’t want to hurt her but he holding back. Her legs pulled him closer as he moved in her. He was going faster, his breathing heavy.

“Come for me, now,” she whispered in his ear.

And on command, he did. He gripped the headboard and moaned up to the heavens as he came, his other hand holding her tightly. The bed shook with the power of it, and they both remained silent as he regained his breath.

He gathered her into his arms, keeping himself inside her as he pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in her auburn curls.

“Thank you,” he said into her neck. “Thank you, my perfect, beautiful wife, for allowing me to find my pleasure with you tonight.”

Ari ran her hands through his hair, sat on his lap her head was just above his, and it gave her a feeling of power she found she rather liked. She tightened her hand on his hair and the smallest moan escaped his lips. “You are most welcome, my darling.”

#Historic romance #Adult story

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#harry potter #harry potter and the chamber of secrets #gilderoy lockhart #jk rowling #thanks lockhart. where would we be without you

[thesquidkid]

Through the clouds, I see love shine

Little fic for @unbearable22, thank you for putting this song in my head while I was doing homework 😆 Hope you enjoy! (Read on AO3)

In my life, there's been heartache and pain

I don't know if I can face it again

Can't stop now, I've traveled so far

To change this lonely life

Michael was sitting on the bed of his truck, leaning his weight on his left arm, legs slightly crossed so he could fit. His hat was off, the fingers on his right hand playing with its hem. He was looking at the man in front of him, who was leaning his back against the truck, a laptop positioned on his thighs. Alex looked peaceful, even if nothing about this situation brought peace, the features on his face were relaxed.

They were somewhere in the mountains where Michael had driven them, following a certain signal, stopping every once in a while under a radio post, allowing Alex to connect the Lockhart machine to the post and observe the frequencies and code something that would lead to understanding the machine better. They had talked about the machine some more after Michael had been allowed into Deep Sky to get a look at it, Alex focusing more on the informatic part of it, whereas Michael was more interested in the mechanics and the alien tech used.

This time, their stop was quite long, Alex seemingly having found what he was looking for. In reality, they both knew that Alex could’ve done this all alone, it didn’t require any of Michael’s special skills, they weren’t after Jones or anyone, anything, particularly dangerous. They were just after radio signals for the Lockhart machine. But the fact that Alex had asked Michael to accompany him meant a lot to the both of them and so they drove away from Roswell.

When they were driving they would mostly talk about the machine, about the different theories they had. But once they stopped, Alex would take his computer out and Michael would sit silently, either next to him, or in front of him, and would think. He would think of Alex, of them together.

They didn’t really get a chance to properly talk after the kiss. They did talk about their relationship, and had agreed not to fall back into old habits. But, then, Alex had gotten Michael clearance to get into Deep Sky and the machine had been their main focus.

“Michael?” Alex said, with a smile. Michael realised that he probably had been talking and stopped seeing that Michael wasn’t paying attention.

“Huh,” Michael asked, bringing his thoughts back to the present, “sorry, you were saying?”

“Are you okay?” Alex asked instead, putting his computer to the side, his entire attention on Michael.

Michael breathed out deeply, gathering his thoughts before answering. They both were making efforts on communication, and Michael wasn’t going to stop there. “I, uh, I don’t want to mess this up,” he said with a faint smile, looking back up at Alex.

“I’m guessing you’re not talking about this very boring mission,” he said, with a smile, closing his laptop and waving to Michael to sit next to him.

Michael scooped himself up smiling back at Alex and sat down next to him, turning his upper body so that they were still facing.

“I don’t want to mess us up either,” said Alex once Michael had stopped moving.

“So what do we do then?” asked Michael, his voice low, barely a whisper, feeling like if maybe he said it louder it would curse them. “Because I know we can do better Alex, I know we can be together without hurting each other.” He breathed deeply and blinked a few times, feeling his eyes sting with the beginning of tears. “I am done with all the pain and heartbreak in my life, I just want to love you, freely.”

He raised his head, as if it was a challenge to the universe. Alex put his hand to Michael’s cheek, wiping the tears there with his thumb, ignoring his own. Michael however, not one to ignore Alex’s emotions, brought his hand to mirror the gesture, bumping their arms and making them laugh a bit, before it died down, and they were back in the current time, in the current conversation.

“I think,” started Alex, “that out of the two of us you’re the one with more experience with free love.” Michael shrugged at that, and Alex decided to move on, neither wanting to reminisce about the past, but rather choosing to look towards the future, their future. “I want you to show me what it’s like, Michael. I want to experience everything with you. I want-” he cut himself with a breath, “I want to know what it’s like to not be scared of loving you, Michael.”

They stared at each other, only now realising that it was the first time either of them said that word in present tense. I love you. Three words that for the longest time have been unspoken between them, and finally, breached the surface.

“And as for what we should do,” Alex continued with a sniff, “how about we start with dinner?” he asked, looking into Michael’s eyes.

“Your place or mine?” replied Michael, with a breathless chuckle.

“How about the Roadrunner Cafe? We could definitely make it there for 8 tonight,” Alex replied with a nervous chuckle. The Roadrunner wasn’t so different to the Crashdown - less good quality, obviously - and it wasn’t something too fancy. But it was different. It felt more important somehow, like there was no mistaking in what Alex meant. Not dinner as ‘friends’, but dinner as boyfriends.

Michael looked at him with a smile, “I don’t know about you but I’d probably feel bad, you know? Cheating on Arturo like that.”

Alex laughed at that, “Fair enough, rumors go around quickly in this town.” He looked at Michael with so much softness in his eyes, his face and his body relaxed, that Michael needed to actively fight his instincts, not to jump Alex and kiss him, right here and there, but he also knew that they couldn’t fall back into who they were before. Not if they wanted them to work out. And judging by the way Alex cleared his throat, looking pointedly at Michael’s lips, he would say he wasn’t the only one in that state.

“So, it’s a date, huh?” Michael asked, wanting to make sure they were clear, on the same page, before they did anything else. “Us, tonight at the Crashdown. And not as friends, right?”

Alex chuckled and leaned closer, “I mean I thought we were friends.” At Michael’s teasing raised eyebrow, he quickly added, “but yes, tonight we’re having dinner in the best place in town, as boyfriends.”

As Alex talked, he leaned in closer and closer, until the final word was whispered, Michael feeling it more than hearing it, the two men crashing their mouths together. But unlike all the times they kissed in the last decade, until the night at the Wild Pony, that kiss was slow. Still burning like fire, but without an expiration date.

In the end, they drove back into Roswell, and parked outside the Crashdown. From the moment they walked out Michael’s truck, until they sat down at a booth, their fingers were intertwined. And once they were seated, their bodies touching, from shoulder to knee, Alex on Michael’s left. They knew that people were looking at them, but neither cared. They were too busy getting to know what being loved felt like.

I wanna know what love is

I want you to show me

I wanna feel what love is

I know you can show me

#this song is 100% a malex song #michael guerin #alex manes #they both deserve all the love #roswell new mexico #rnm fic #malex #malex fic #also lmao as i am typing these tags #wanna bet that this will be more popular than any of my delmanes fics? #😂😂😂 #also please forget anything about science #i do not know what they could be doing here #i just wanted them to talk #thesquidkid writes

[clarawatson]

It Only Takes A Taste (3)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded stuff, but I’m not sure where this is going as a larger work so we’ll say Fem!reader to be safe) Summary: Jack comes for dinner, I guess. W/C: 2345 Warnings: none yet! A/N: this one got a little long, oopsies. AO3 Where am I in this series? 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

The bed had been so warm and comfortable you hadn't wanted to get out, but the thought of seeing Aaron again made your heart grow three sizes. You'd been texting back and forth for the last couple of days, just small awkward stuff. He likes to text emojis. He's precious. Of course he's precious. 

He comes in as you're serving your first customer of the night—a sobbing thirty-year-old man who can't even order his pie without spluttering in tears. Is it favouritism to get excited by Aaron turning up? Yes. Is it worth it? Yes. 

"Hello," you smile. There's a hundred things you could have called him, but he's too cute and your brain doesn't want to work. 

"Hi," he grins back. "Can I have a coffee, please. Here."

"Yes you can." Aaron splits his bill between the counter and the tip jar. "How was your day,  Aaron?" 

"Boring paperwork. Couldn't concentrate."

Concern furrows your eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? No! I kept thinking about seeing you." There's that sunshine smile again. You might even match it yourself. He points to the cake that's still in the display tin. He's in earlier in the night than usual, so there's a lot more range to choose from. "Is that carrot cake?" 

"Sure is. Do you want some?" 

"Please." 

You serve him a slice and let the coffee machine splutter and fight with you. He stabs his cake with his fork and looks like he has an out of body experience the moment the cream cheese icing hits his tongue. That's a face you want to see again under different circumstances.

"Joe?"

"Me! And Joe's recipe. I sort of mixed it together and prayed."

"Then mark me a religious man." Aaron smiles. You can't held but smile back at him.

"It's a bit early for you to be in," you say. It's not an issue, just means you got the earlier shift. Finishing at 1am instead of 7am. Plus, Aaron looks nice in the daytime. Very nice. The afternoon light suits him.

"Didn't have a case," he shrugs. 

You've googled him since getting his business card. “Supervisory Agent Aaron Hotchner, Section Chief of the BAU”. The fuck did that even mean? BAU was the Behavioural Analysis Unit, which was still mainly a mystery, but you think it’s maybe just an over-glorified way of saying ‘they look inside people’s heads and hope for the best’. He’s got a handful of news reports that you’ve practically memorised. 

Okay, that’s a little obsessive. Don’t admit that to him. 

He wasn’t the ‘untouched by darkness’ that you’d thought of him before, his work face held all the darkness his smile did not. You hoped you never had to see the serious man who stood before the cameras. 

“How’s Rita?” Aaron asks. He’s cut the top off his carrot cake, saving it for later. He looks at it longingly every now and then, then he scoops just a little bit of the cream cheese and lets it rest on his tongue.

“She’s good. Restless. She’s happy for the due date to arrive.” She’d also asked you to be the baby’s godparent. Rather forcefully, actually, it had felt a bit strange. That was the only reason you hadn’t jumped at the opportunity. You’d do anything for Rita, but saying yes in that instant would had felt strange. Almost… wrong, maybe.

Aaron knows you’re thinking about it. He puts his fork down and shifts in his chair, waiting for you to continue. He doesn’t fill the silence between the two of you. You think about telling him, but then Lola’s bustling through the door and grabbing her apron.

“Hot stuff, when can I go for a smoke break?” is the first thing Lola says to you. She pulls chewing gum out of her mouth (yes, pulls. She sticks her fingers in her mouth and pulls it out as far as it will go without snapping) and Aaron moves his cake around his plate a bit. Does he not like it? Don’t be silly, he asked for it. Requested it. Whatever. You put his three cookies into a plastic bag and slide it across the counter to him.

“Lola you only just came in.”

“But I want to know,” she whines like she’s a teenager with an after school job, not a thirty-five-year-old woman who works at the diner full time. “Hey, Rita’s been acting weird, right? Is that a pregnancy thing, or?” Lola rubbed her nose on the back of her wrist and sniffs. An action you’re all too familiar with by now, and of course she was doing illegal substances in the bathroom before she started her shift when there’s a legitimate federal agent in the diner.

 “Oh,” Lola says as she looks at Aaron. She looks at you, raises her eyebrows, and nods like she’s impressed. “I take back telling Rita she was a liar." Even without knowing the context of Rita and Lola's conversation, you know Rita had told Lola how pretty/handsome/gorgeous Aaron is. "I’m going to go clean some tables.”

She grabs the cleaning supplies and heads out into the dining area. The door swings open, banging against one of the booths, and you’re immensely glad Lola doesn’t scream 'watch it’ at them. A curly haired blonde woman (gorgeous, mind you) touches Aaron’s shoulder and he sits up straight, smiling, and your heart plummets a little bit. Just the tiniest amount. 

“Jack insisted we switch over here before I go to parent/teacher interviews.” As if on queue, a well mannered, sandy-haired boy sits next to Aaron and grins too much like Aaron. Aaron’s son. You can put two and two together. Profiler or not.

“How was school?” Aaron asks. Jack shrugs.

“It was school.” He learnt that from his dad, there’s no question. 

“Well, in that case. Jack, this is my friend Y/n. Y/n, this is Jack.” Jack extends a hand to shake in greeting and looks really shy about it. You shake it quickly so he doesn’t feel like a kid who’s been roped into doing adult things. There’s a pile of colouring-in pages Joe’s printed off at the local library beneath a cup of crayons that Jack’s eyeing off. 

You grab a sheet and a crayon, raising an eyebrow in invitation as you turn around to Jack. 

“Yes please,” he says, grin growing across his face. “Thank-you.”

“You’re welcome. Wonderful manners.” Jack grins even bigger and you think he, too, might combust just like his dad. Stardust! That’s the movie you were thinking of. When Yvaine sees Tristan she shines, literally, the star inside of her just can’t be contained. That’s Aaron and Jack, and the way they look when they smile. 

Aaron’s sister-in-law looks at you with a cocked head, like a curious cat. Like she’s waiting to pounce. But… curiously pounce. Like she's sussing you out. She extends a hand in greeting.

“Jess. Aaron’s talked about you.”

There’s no response but to look sheepish. This seems to greatly please Jess, who smiles softly and rubs the back of Aaron’s head affectionately. They have a long history together, it’s too familial to be just a relationship born through marriage. 

“I’ll see you later then, Rockstar,” Jess says.

“Bye,” Aaron and Jack say together. Aaron rests his cheek on his hand, watching you as Lola hands you three orders she’s taken while you’ve been talking to Aaron. Jack leans over and whispers to Aaron about his homework (it’s a whisper that belongs on a stage) as you wrestle with the coffee machine. 

It’s been grinding it’s way down to not working for a while now. Ever since you met Aaron, actually. Joe’s said he’s going to fix it, or get a new one, but everyone’s in a state of non-commital until Rita has her baby.You’ve got no idea why, it’s just the way things are. Good luck, maybe? Or luck in general? 

Somehow you get Aaron talking about Shakespeare. It might have been Jack’s doing, to be completely honest, but one moment you’re trying to make the froth… well, froth… and the next you're listening to Aaron talk animatedly about Othello. Jack's young enough to not think his Dad's passion is embarrassing. 

"Have you watched Othello?" Jack asks, a question that Aaron's neglected to ask you. "I'm not old enough to yet." 

"I haven't seen that one yet, but I've seen Much Ado About Nothing."

"Is that the one with the olive gardens?" Jack asks. Aaron frowns, eyes searching for the answer in that big beautiful minds tonight.

"Yes," he says finally. "That was the one with the olive trees."

Jack giggles. "There was kissing in that movie." 

"Lots of it," Aaron agrees. You're not sure you're talking about the same film, but it's cute to see the two of them interact. 

"With the guy who plays Lockhart in the second Harry Potter movie?" You ask. Jack laughs just like his father. It's all light and mirth. He nods in confirmation. 

"His name is Kenneth," Jack says like he's familiar with him. When Aaron smiles, you know Jack's his whole world.

It’s not long before Aaron realised he’d brought Jack in without asking if he wanted anything. The afternoon rush had died down, leaving you in the space between out-of-work and dinner. You make the most chocolate-y hot chocolate you can for Jack when Aaron says he can have one. Well, Jack says the best bit is the froth, so it’s more child-size-hot-chocolate-in-an-adult-mug-full-of-froth. Jack loves it. He slurps at the chocolate, which leaves a giant frothy mustache over his top lip that won’t go away no matter how much he licks at it.

When he’s done you let him come around to the kitchen to wash his face, because no amount of wet napkins is going to fix that mess. Jack can’t reach the sink, so you fashion a step out of old milk and bread crates. Joe gives him cake batter to taste before realising that he actually has no idea who Jack is. Aaron watches from the kitchen door with a smile on his face. You don’t catch it until Jack jumps off the crates and takes your hand, leading you back out. Aaron’s fingers brush your hand as you pass him. Electricity sparks between the two of you that's completely unavoidable. The two of you recoil involuntarily.

Aaron gives you a small smile of apology. You give exactly the same one back. Lola legitimately gasps like she too felt the electricity between the two of you. Surely that was just something that happened in movies? Or in books? That’s not a real thing, right? But Aaron brushes past you again, as if he’s making sure as well, and it’s there again. Only it’s like your whole arm becomes pins and needles, not just a quick lightning spark.

If it’s like that every time you’re with him, your not sure you could even go beyond lusting after him and giving him coffee and meals every now and then. Aaron drops his gaze, then follows Jack to the front of the counter. 

They stay for dinner (because Jack insists, he wants the nachos) but the rush comes early and there’s really not much time to talk to them, so you almost miss them leaving. Almost. You’re serving the angry couple at table three (are they angry at you, or each other? Who knows, you don’t, but they’re taking it out on you) when Jack taps your hip. 

He’s very patient as you finish the order (somehow you figure out what they want between the curse words) and bend down to him. He hands you a folded piece of paper.

“This is for you,” he says. “I did it.” You’re about to unfold it, but he insists that it belongs in your apron pocket until you can look at it with no rush. That’s a kid who knows what it’s like to have a very busy parent. So you tuck it away safely and mess with his hair, which makes him grin from ear to ear.

“See you later!” Jack yells as he runs to Aaron, who’s waving goodbye with a doggy bag full of Jack’s unfinished dinner.and his keys between his fingers. 

“I’ll see you later,” he mouths as the noise in the diner starts to rise. Without thinking you blow him a kiss, which he catches effortlessly and kisses the fist closed around it before slipping out. 

When you get to the kitchen Lola’s already in the midst of teasing you. 

“You like him,” she says with all the confidence in the world. There’s not point denying her, so you just nod. It’s met by a chorus of ‘ooo’s which, to be honest, you really didn’t need. It made the diner feel far too small.

When everything dies down you remember the paper Jack had given you. You wipe the milk and spaghetti sauce off the counter, then make sure it’s dry, and unfold Jack’s page. It’s the generic colouring page Joe’s printed out, but Jack’s tried to make the generic waitress look like you. Well, you if you had purple hair and green skin. It’s a start, you guess, there’s an apology from Aaron on the back. Makes it worth it.

You move a couple of postcards on the corkboard aside and put Jack’s picture there instead. Joe pretends not to notice, but when Lola goes out the back with one of her customers, Joe comes round the front and presses a finger to the page.

“Good kid,” Joe says. He nods a couple of times then turns to you. “You know he and his dad come as a package, right? You fuck up one, you fuck up both.” Joe’s first wife had three kids that weren’t biologically his. He’s still mad at himself for not taking the kids seriously and only turning up for their mom.

“I know,” you say. 

Joe strokes your cheek as he passes and kisses your forehead. It’s all the praise you need. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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#It Only Takes a Taste #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #Diner!AU

[meganlpie]

He’s Not So Bad

Based on this request:  Can I request for you Harry Potter book a Gilderoy Lockhart x female reader.Where the reader is the nice of McGonagall and takes a linking to Lockhart, but she is the opposite of Lockhart. As in he us fully of himself and terrible at magic and the reader always thinks of others and is good at magic.

Here you are! I do not own ANY HP characters. They belong to J.K.Rowling.

Warnings: Fluff? Angst-ish? 

Pairings: Gilderoy Lockhart x fem!reader

Most everyone in Hogwarts couldn't stand Gilderoy. Not you. You actually found him slightly endearing. Sure, he wasn't exactly brilliant, especially when it came to magic, and he could be really conceited. But there was something about him that enchanted you, no pun intended. Opposites really did attract it seemed; something your aunt was none too fond of.

         "Do you think that is wise, Y/N?" she asked over tea one afternoon. You shrugged a bit. "We can't help who we find attractive, Aunt Minerva. Besides, it's not like I have plans to marry the man…yet." She sputtered into her cup, making you giggle lightly. She glared at you, but there was none of the usual sternness behind it.

         "I'm only joking, Aunt Minerva. Truly though, he's not that bad." Your aunt's brow rose as if to say "really?" and you laughed again. "Really, he isn't. When you can talk to him about something other than his books, he is actually kind of…sweet. I don't know how to describe it, Aunt Minerva." She didn't reply, but took another sip of tea. You finished your tea and bid her goodbye.

         You really didn't know how to explain your attraction to Gilderoy to your aunt. Gilderoy was handsome and quite charming, but those weren't the only reasons you felt something for him. He seemed interested in you in a way he wasn't interested in anyone else. He actually spoke with you instead of hyping himself up. Then again, your mind could have been making it up because of your growing feelings for him.

         "Good afternoon, my dear Y/N." You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice. "Gilderoy," you greeted with a laugh as you waited for your heart to stop pounding. He flashed you that smile of his that was supposedly charming. It didn't seem to affect you the way it did other women. "And where are you off to on this fine evening?" he asked.

         "The library." Gilderoy made a noise of disapproval and shook his head. "Oh no, no. A beauty such as yourself has no business being shut away in the library on a lovely night like tonight." You arched a brow and crossed your arms over your chest. "Oh really? And where, pray tell, do I belong?" He beamed again before offering his arm.

         "Why, with me of course! Would you care for an evening stroll before supper?" You laughed at his brazenness. You linked your arm through his, making his grin grow. For a few minutes, you let Gilderoy talk about himself. You knew he had to get it out of the way before he could truly listen to you. You weren't listening as closely as you normally would simply because you'd heard it all before. Maybe that's why you missed something.

         Gilderoy stopped walking and faced you. "Y/N?" You jumped lightly. "Sorry. I'm afraid my mind is elsewhere tonight. What?" Gilderoy's sunny smile never faltered. "I was wondering if you care to join me in Hogsmeade this weekend? I'm afraid I've been asked to keep an eye out for the students. It should be terribly dull without your company."

         You rolled your eyes. "Flattery gets you nowhere, Gilderoy. Not with me." At this, his smile did shrink a bit. You immediately felt a bit badly about it. You didn't want to hurt his feelings. He was really a nice guy after all. You sighed. "Gilderoy, how many times do I have to tell you that  I don't want the 'I need to answer my fan mail' you? I want to see the real you."

         Gilderoy arched a brow. "This is the real me." You scoffed and shook your head. "No it isn't. The real you is the man that is almost rubbish at magic. The real you pretends to be this conceited genius but in reality is an incredibly sweet and adorable idiot. Even if you don't show this side to anyone else, that's the Gilderoy I want to get to know."

         He stared at you for a moment. You were almost certain he was going to deny what you'd said. He had a reputation to uphold after all. "Rubbish at magic? Dear Y/N, I assure you-" he cut off when you gave him a look. He glanced down at his feet for a brief moment. You smiled a bit. It was actually really cute.

         "Your secret is safe with me. I figured it out some time ago and haven't told anyone. I don't care to. Perhaps, in a moment of courage, you were able to perform those great feats of magic in your books. Who am I to say otherwise? But for me…I prefer the Gilderoy that randomly asks me to take strolls when there's nothing in it for him. The one who pulls my chair out for me at meals."

         Gilderoy for once looked speechless, making you have to bite back a laugh. "Gilderoy?" He cleared his throat and looked back up at you. "I must admit that I am at a loss. Most everyone is only interested in my fame. And my smile." You did laugh at that.

         "Well, it is a very charming smile," you admitted and the two of you shared a laugh. "So, what now? Do you still want that date or will you Obliviate me to make me forget all of this?" The next few moments were tense as you saw Gilderoy trying to figure out what to do next. You wanted to give him the chance to prove you right and that he wasn't that bad. That he did have some depth of character. But you were honestly a little afraid that he would erase your memories.

         His hand twitched for his wand and you held back a sigh. You closed your eyes, prepared to hear the words of the charm. It never came. Instead, you felt something warm against your cheek. Gilderoy's lips. Your eyes shot open as he pulled back from you. "Thank you, Y/N." Before you could say anything, he raised his wand and pointed it at you.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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#j.k. rowling #golden trio era #gilderoy lockhart #gilderoy lockhart x reader

[mendesxruel]

heyy!! could you write a george weasley blurb that involved him taking care of the reader in some way? tysmm♡

𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

summary; you going on a broomstick race with your boyfriend george

warnings; one mention of blood

"here you go, sweetheart" he handed you the cup of tea he had just made.

"thank you" you smiled while you drank the hot beverage.

it was not too warm this morning at your house, sun starting to shine through the window, reaching your y/e/c coloured eyes, making you flinch just a bit.

"so, what are our plans for the day?" you asked george, after taking another sip of your drink.

"i was thinking of a race..." he looked at you smirking "i know how competitive we can get, but... it's worth the try."

you smiled "on foot? or on our brooms?", you asked.

"both?" he suggested, as he got up and put the used dishes inside the sink.

as he started to wash them, you got up, placing your now empty cup on the counter. "both would be great", you said, grabbing one of the dishes and helping him clean.

he looked at you, smiling, and placed a soft kiss onto your temple, "both it is, then."

°°°

you grabbed your broom from outside the house and stood beside george, who was already mounted on his. "ready?" you asked. he nodded.

"I'll count to three." he said

"1"

"2"

"3"

as he spoke the last number, you two flew off onto the sky, following the path of a river that went down the small hill beside your backyard.

you two flew side by side, george leaning forward in an attempt to increase his speed. it worked, so he got significantly far upfront from you, which made you slightly angry that he was winning.

blinded by your competitiveness, you didn't notice the big bird flying at your direction, and hitting you right in the nose, making you lose your consciousness.

without you controlling your broom, it nosedived right onto the ground, making you fall on top of a grass field.

it took a while for george to realise you had fallen, since you were behind him. when he noticed you on the ground, he quickly flew down to where you were, kneeling beside you.

your nose was bleeding, which made him even more worried. his breathing started to get faster and shorter. "y/n, what happened? are you okay?" he paused, realising you were passed out. "please wake up, love", he said, as his eyes began to get watery.

your consciousness was slowly coming back to you, as you heard birds chirping around you, and a quiet sob above your face. as you opened your eyes, you could see tears starting to fall off george's closed eyes, and dropping onto your cheek.

"i-i'm okay" you said, trying to ignore the massive headache and pain from your broken nose.

when the red-head took in the fact that the love of his life was [sort of] okay, he cleaned his wet face and hugged you.

he beamed at you as he tried to make up words that could express what he was feeling. he wanted to tell you he loved you, and that he couldn't even think about losing you. you were able to listen to him saying this, without any words coming out of his mouth, but just by watching the look on his eyes.

your first instinct was to kiss him, which didn't end up too well, since the bridge of his nose bumped into your broken one, making it hurt more than it was already.

"i think my nose is broken" you said with difficulty.

"want me to call Lockhart to fix it?" he asked, trying to make your mood better.

you chuckled, "i'd rather get to St Mungo's Hospital..."

he grabbed you carefully and walked back toward your house, carrying your brooms with a levitating spell he casted.

he then took you to the wizard's hospital, where they fixed your broken nose [properly, not like Lockhart attempted to fix Harry Potter's arm], and relieved all your pain.

"we still have to race on foot" you told george, with a smirk on your face.

"who won the broom race anyway?" he asked

"i'd say it was a fair tie"

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[pastelwitchling]

Would you be willing to do a malex story where Alex asks Michael to grab his pain meds for his leg and Michael sees anti-depression meds and thinks back on when Alex said there was only one way for him off the earth and the fact it only took the Lockhart machine 2 days to send him off a ledge and he and alex talk about Alex's mental health? Thank you in advance!

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               It happened when they were lying on the couch, Alex curled up on top of Michael, face buried in his collarbone.

               Michael had just been running a hand through Alex’s hair, down the nape of his neck, his spine, barely paying attention to the movie and instead breathing in his boyfriend’s vanilla scent and keeping him warm, his weight a nice reassurance.

               Then Alex started squirming. It was just a little at first, and for a second Michael thought Alex was trying to touch more of him, but then Michael glanced down and caught the look on his face. Alex was half-asleep, but unable to get comfortable. His brows were pinched as if with pain and his breaths were starting to come in labored as he shifted on the couch, pushing his face into Michael’s shirt to get comfortable.

               “Hey,” Michael whispered into his hair, raking his fingers through the strands, deliberately keeping his voice soft and calm. “What do you need?”

               “You,” Alex murmured, pained, smushing his face in Michael’s chest again. He huffed shakily. “My – my pain meds on the – on the nightstand –”

               “Okay,” Michael squeezed his shoulders just once before he carefully pulled out from under him. Alex whined and reached for him, but Michael just kissed the back of his hand and promised he’d be right back.

               Hurrying into Alex’s bedroom, Michael looked through the few orange bottles of pills Alex had next to his lamp. He looked through the labels and found the ones for pain relief right at the front. He grabbed them, making sure he’d gotten any that Alex might need, and started to turn away when he saw the labels of those pushed to the back, as if eager to keep them in the shadows, almost forgotten.

               Michael hesitated, then picked one up and read its description. His brow furrowed deeper and he picked up another. Depression meds. Anxiety pills. Strong stuff to treat PTSD.

               Michael swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. He’d known, he thought, somewhere in the back of his mind that Alex was depressed, that he had to probably have been taking medication for it. But these pills . . .

               “Guerin?” he heard Alex’s choked breath, and he snapped out of his haze. With one last look at the bottles, Michael hurried back to Alex’s side, got him a cup of water to swallow with the pills, and returned to his spot on the couch, holding Alex tight until the pain in his leg faded enough that he could fall into a deep sleep against Michael’s side.

               It wasn’t until the next morning over coffee, when Alex was working on his computer and Michael sat across from him at the counter, his foot rubbing up and down Alex’s left calf, that Michael decided to bring it up.

               “Private,” he said, staring out the window. “I think we need to talk.”

               “Sure,” Alex said distractedly, eyes narrowed at his screen. “What’s up?”

               “Alex,” Michael tried again, and Alex looked up. He must’ve seen something in his eyes because his brows pinched and without a word, he closed the laptop. He grabbed his mug and took a sip. Michael smiled. One word from him, and the workaholic superhero closed his computer like nothing could’ve mattered less. He was having a hard time not blushing.

               “I love you, you know that?”

               Alex tilted his head, eyes narrowed like he was waiting for the trick even as a smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah? Is that what you want to talk about?”

               Michael shook his head, taking Alex’s other hand, kissing his knuckles, and pressing Alex’s palm to his own jaw, breathing him in.

               A moment. Two. Alex’s thumb brushed his cheek. “Guerin?”

               Michael’s smile dimmed and he sighed. “You remember that first time you came to see me during your leave?”

               Alex’s expression softened and he nodded.

               “It’s like you were numb, Alex,” he said. “You begged me to kiss you, to make it all go away, but . . . it’s like you couldn’t see me. You held on like I was all that was there, but when I held you afterwards, you – you couldn’t see me. You couldn’t see anything.”

               “Yeah, Guerin,” he said gently, “I remember.”

               “You were numb,” Michael said, holding Alex’s hand tighter against his jaw, the memory still making him flinch. “It’s like you were fading and there was nothing I could do. I needed something to do. I needed to know you still needed me for something, Alex.”

               “Hey,” Alex reassured him quietly, “it was a long time ago.”

               Michael clenched his jaw. “I looked it up, the . . . what you had. What it felt like you had. I needed to know everything, every type of medication, every coping technique. I read about every case, from anxiety to disassociation to PTSD to . . .”

               Alex raised a brow, like he thought Michael was cute for not being able to say it. “Depression? It’s okay, Guerin,” he chuckled. “It’s not fatal. I just get a little . . . some kind of way sometimes.”

               “Alex,” Michael leaned forward, serious now. “I know the strong kinds of medication, and you have some of the strongest there is.”

               “So?” Alex laughed.

               “So why didn’t you tell me it was that bad? Those are refills, you’ve had that stuff for years, why didn’t you tell me when . . . when . . .”

               “When you told me you liked Maria?” Alex’s smile was faded now. “Was I supposed to? Should I have told you that you wanting someone else broke my heart? That I needed a refill on my prescription to get through it?” He chuckled, shaking his head, pulling his hand back. He took a sip of his coffee. “Why would I have possibly done that?”

               Michael tensed, knowing that Alex hadn’t meant anything by taking his hand back but panicking about it anyway. “If I’d – if I’d known –”

               “You would’ve what?” Alex raised a brow, still smiling like Michael was the cutest thing in the world. “Stayed with me out of pity? Or – or fear that I would do something to myself? I told you I couldn’t be your medicine, Michael, I sure as hell didn’t want you to be mine.”

               “Stop doing that!”

               “Doing what?”

               “Smiling like you think I’m cute for worrying!”

               “But you are cute!”

               “Alex!”

               “Guerin,” Alex came around the table and took the seat next to him, his knees wide so that Michael was sitting between his legs. Alex took Michael’s hands in his own and kissed up to his wrists. “I love you. I wouldn’t be the same person without you, that part’s true enough. I do need you, but not to fix me. You’re my other half, you’re part of me. I’m strong without you, but nowhere near as strong as I am with you.

“It’s –” he broke off with a flustered laugh, his cheeks pink, like he knew he was saying things he wouldn’t normally say, no matter how strongly he felt them, and was only happy that he got to say them at all. “I’m not making sense, I don’t know how to . . . You’re . . .” He huffed. “I’ve been through too much to ever really stop feeling numb, to ever completely stop feeling . . . broken.”

At this, his smile faltered a little, but he held Michael hands to his lips as if for strength, and kissed them again and his smile returned in earnest. “But right now, in this moment, I’m okay. You give me more of those moments without doing anything, whether we’re together or not. You’ve always given me those moments, since the day I met you. I’m okay. I promise I’m okay. I’ll always be okay, even when I’m not.”

Michael’s jaw was clenched so tightly that it hurt. Alex seemed to notice and cupped his face, pressing their brows together. “Breathe, baby,” he whispered against Michael’s lips before kissing him. “I’m stronger than I look.”

Michael swallowed roughly and kissed Alex once more to feel his heart steadying again. “You look plenty strong already.”

Alex giggled against his lips as Michael pulled him in for another kiss.

When they pulled back again, Alex’s eyes were filled with love and his smile was soft. Michael thought he could melt into this moment and stay here forever.

Then Alex pecked his lips and said, “Which reminds me,” he patted Michael’s thigh and started to stand. “I haven’t taken my pills yet.”

Michael stopped him from rising and jumped to his feet, kissing him fiercely enough that he was pushing Alex back on his stool. Alex laughed and hugged his shoulders to steady them both. Always steadying them both.

“I’ll get them for you,” Michael again decided, kissing Alex once more, and went off to get his medication, his heart considerably lighter.

***

This was so much fun to write, thank you for it.

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[writesowhatnext]

we’re only getting older, baby // george weasley

Summary: enemies // that’s how you and george weasley started out

Request: nee

A/N: this has been in my head a while and essentially it’s a 3-part enemies-to-lovers thing and I am excited about it!!!!! And also Y/L/N is your last name which I usually skirt around but couldn’t in this :)

Reader: female, Slytherin

Warnings: swearing, arguments

enemies // friends // lovers // epilogue

Almost immediately, you could tell there was something wrong with that bludger.

You were a beater, and a hell of a good one at that, and so you had a knack for knowing when a bludger was acting strange. It was your job, really, and you considered the one that seemed to have a death wish for Harry Potter definitely out of the ordinary. Until it broke off the end of Wood’s broomstick and sent him spiralling to the ground, you hadn’t even noticed it and whilst you had absolutely no love for the Gryffindor keeper, or Harry Potter for that matter, you knew that a bludger, especially a rogue one, could do a lot of damage.

Despite the inevitable grief you’d get from your teammates, it was obvious that Potter was probably quite important in the grand scheme of things in the wizarding world and it seemed that whilst you did really want to win the match, you were also pretty fond of being alive. And so, after a few moments of internal debate, you cursed under your breath and set off after Potter, your bat at the ready.

“Y/N Y/L/N, Slytherin beater, is… following Harry Potter?” Lee Jordan shouted over the speakers, garnering a healthy level of confusion from the crowd.

When the bludger came at him, certain to knock him off his broom if you did nothing, you huffed and adjusted the bat in your grip. With a grunt, you smacked it away, sending it spiralling across the other side of the field.

“What- what are you doing?” Potter stuttered; his eyes wide as he looked at you. They turned into saucers when he looked to your right and without thinking, you surged your broom forward and turned, the bludger striking your bat so hard the vibration reverberated right down your wrist.

“No need to thank me, Potter,” you said dryly, looking around for a blur of black in the sky. “Bludger’s enchanted; if you were smart, you’d get out of the sky.”

Out the corner of your eye, you saw Flint and Pucey sandwich one of the Gryffindor chasers, angling her into the Hufflepuff stand. You rolled your eyes at them, already vaguely irritated at the presence of your own morals, their cheating only adding further insult to injury. You couldn’t deny your annoyance that every Slytherin success was surmounted to pure cheating and they did nothing to help the case.

Turning around to reprimand Potter, you groaned when you saw him disappear into the stands followed by a flash of green and white. The bludger soared after both him and Malfoy and you ground your teeth together, reluctantly flying over.

“As Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy search for the snitch, they are followed into the stands by a bludger!” Lee Jordan’s voice rang out. “And Y/N Y/L/N?”

Loud, echoing boos filled the air as you grasped your broom, trying to listen to the sound of beams being broken by the weight of the iron ball. You rolled your eyes, barely stopping in time as the dark object whooshed in front of you, the force of it blowing a gust of wind through your quidditch robes.

As it curved in the air, preparing to circle back into the stands and no doubt maim Harry Potter, you prepared yourself. With your shoulders set back and palms gripping both your broom and bat tightly, you inhaled, watching it gather momentum. Absentmindedly, you contemplated how far Potter would fly if it hit him. Then, with a hefty swing, you sent the bludger over the top of the stands, so far that it disappeared for a few moments in the mist. The sound of your bat cracking down the middle was a horrible one, the wood pinching your palms as you grimaced. You slowied your broom down to a stop and hoped they’d give you a replacement. That is, if you were even allowed on the team anymore, after this stunt.

You only remembered why you’d cared so much about the bludger in the first place when both Potter and Malfoy rocketed out of the stands with their arms outstretched in efforts to reach the snitch you were far too far away to see. A chuckle left your lips as Malfoy hit the ground, rolling over twice before lying still, clutching his side. Potter, however, was a different story and when he tumbled to the ground, your mood soured as in his opened palm, was a shining golden glint that could only be the snitch. Applause and cheers rang out through the stadium along with Lee Jordan’s incessant shouting and you huffed, your shoulders sagging as you lowered your broom to the ground. You’d never hear the end of this, you thought crossly, knowing Flint would more than likely bar you from the team.

Strolling casually over, you didn’t even blink as the bludger soared back from where you’d hit it, never wavering from its desire to pulverise Potter. It exploded in the sky just above him as you dragged your broom across the field, only mildly interested in the swarms of people invading the pitch. You were halfway between Malfoy and Potter when you slowed to a halt, standing your broom up and watching carefully as crowds surrounded them both.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” Flint called; his anger palpable. You clicked your jaw and twisted your head to face him, clutching the handle of your broom tighter at the look on his face.

“What the bloody hell was that?”

“The bludger was-“

“I don’t give a shit! Why weren’t you paying attention to the game?”

“Me?” you said indignantly and probably far too loudly. “I was the only one that bloody noticed that bludger going after Potter.”

“That was fine by us,” he said, shrugging. “With Potter out the way, we’d win the match easily.”

“You’re such a fucking troll, Flint,” you snapped. He lunged at you, only for you to slam your hands into his chest, pushing him back.

“Don’t forget whose side you’re on, Y/L/N,” his breathing was ragged as he got close to your face. “Helping Potter’s done you no favours.”

“Helping?” someone called from behind you. “She wasn’t bloody helping anybody!”

You turned around to see the Gryffindor team collecting behind you, the Weasley twins looking decidedly angry as they glowered at you.

“She was firing bludgers at Harry the whole bloody game,” George said gruffly.

You grumbled, tilting your head to the side, already done with the whole debacle.

“He’s lucky he’s alive!” Fred added, scowling. “What, with her stalking him the whole time!”

“Oh really?” you asked, turning to the twins, the air turning tense. “Where were you idiots, then? He’s on your bloody team, isn’t he?”

“Hey!” George leant forward, his fist clenching at his side. “That’s not-“

“That was blatant cheating,” Wood interrupted, his voice stern.

“Remind me, Wood; isn’t hitting the bludger at the other team the beater’s job?” Flint asked, though judging by the dirty look he sent you, you were inclined to believe that his intention wasn’t to stick up for you.

“This is different, Flint. That bludger-“

“Was enchanted!” you said, throwing your arms up, only to catch the eye of George, who seemed more irked than ever.

“So that’s your excuse, is it? Bloody enchanted, eh?”

“Have you ever seen a bludger behave like that, you moron?” you countered, leaning closer to him, itching to just punch him in the jaw.

“Typical Slytherin,” he muttered, his red brows drawn together. “Cheats, the lot of you.”

You started forward, beyond prepared to start a fight when Professor McGonagall stepped between you, fixing her glare first on you before turning it to George.

“I think we have more pressing matters to deal with,” she said pointedly. “Don’t you?”

You stepped backwards, still simmering with anger as you looked at Weasley, who also appeared barely able to control himself.

“Like restoring Mr Potter’s bones, perhaps?” she stared icily at Wood for a moment. “Or maybe Mr Malfoy’s ribs?”

Her stare trailed back to you and her lips twitched and if it hadn’t been for Malfoy’s overly-dramatic groan, you thought she’d probably have never looked away. With a miffed huff, you turned on your heel and stormed off, muttering under your breath.

You didn’t see George Weasley again until Professor Lockhart’s stupid duelling club. You were peeved enough that you had to be taught by a glorified mannequin, but having to navigate around all the spiders that kept cropping up everywhere was slowly pushing you over the edge. George Weasley was just the icing on the cake.

“You know, Fred,” he started, a teasing grin on his lips. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Y/N was the Heir of Slytherin.”

You rolled your eyes, purposefully stepping backwards to grind your heel into his foot. You were rewarded with a little yelp, but you stiffened when you felt him come closer behind you.

“Careful, George,” Fred said, the smile in his voice evident. “You could get yourself petrified.”

You scoffed, turning around sharply, surprised to see George’s face so close to your own.

“Oh, yes, Weasley!” you whispered rather loudly. “You’ve cracked the bloody case; I just go around petrifying people for the fun of it! Brilliant detectives, you prats are.”

They mocked your words, wobbling their heads from side to side as you whipped back to face Lockhart, suitably aggravated as you crossed your arms over your chest. A Hufflepuff from one of the lower years turned around to shush you and in turn, received the full brunt of your anger as you tutted loudly.

“Oh, piss off, Finch-Fletchley.”

Your mood only soured further when George snorted behind you.

Why George Weasley pissed you off so much you couldn’t say. Your head-butting was indisputably his fault with his catty remarks and stupid pranks and all just because you were a Slytherin. It would’ve been a lie, though, to say that you didn’t return the favour. Justifiably, though, you thought. Ever since your first year, it had always been the same; you and Weasley at each other’s throats, somewhat enjoying having somebody to hate, somewhat enjoying the rush of arguing with someone. Thankfully, though, you didn’t have to think about him a lot; you were rarely in the same classes and when you could, you just ignored him for the sake of your own wellbeing.

When you saw Harry Potter and the youngest Weasley boy, Ron, in the corridor, though, spying on the teachers as they examined one of the messages that had been sprouting up all over the castle, you couldn’t help but think of George. His little sister was missing and despite every insult you’d thrown his way, you felt bad for him. You knew that you should’ve reported them for being in the corridors when they shouldn’t have been, but you watched Ron’s expression go from upset to desolate as his eyes settled on you and with a quick decision you hoped you wouldn’t regret, you turned away. They whispered to each other as you walked in the opposite direction, confused as to why you acted as if you hadn’t even seen them.

You did, in the end, regret your kind gesture, and any other you’d done in the past, when George stormed into Slytherin common room, barrelling past the charms and stopping short right in front of you, panting like a stampeding rhinoceros. You clenched your jaw, standing up so that you were chest to chest.

“Was it you?” he asked, cutting straight to the chase.

You narrowed your eyes, fully aware of the dozens of ears eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Was what me?” you said slowly, trying to contain your anger. He really didn’t have a clue, did he? He never did.

“Oh, you know what,” he spat, joined by his brother Fred. You rolled your eyes, knowing that if everyone wasn’t already staring at you, they sure were now. “My sister.”

You bit back every retort you wanted to spout and instead leant forward, poking at his chest with your finger.

“Weasley,” you said, your voice level, but rippling with barely concealed irritation. “I’m sorry about your sister.”

“Yeah, well, you would say that- what?” he stopped, visibly taken aback.

“I heard about your sister,” you said, dropping your hand and looking at his chest. “I’m sorry she was taken. I didn’t do it.”

Fred, along with the rest of the common room, watched your jaw clench before you exhaled. The toll attempting to be civil to George Weasley was taking on your composure was obvious.

George opened and closed his mouth like a fish and, had you seen, you would’ve mocked him, but you didn’t notice. Your just lifted your chin as you sat down, turning back to your book and pretending that you could concentrate on the words with your heart thumping so loudly in your ears. You didn’t look up until he fled the room, his twin hot on his tail.

After that altercation, you didn’t see much of the twins. The castle seemed to somehow go back to normal, the petrified students reanimated again and the blood washed off of the walls like it was never there. Potter smiled at you in the corridors sometimes as well and though you didn’t mean for it, he always noticed the slight curl of your lips in response.

That particular day, you were lurking near the doorway of the Great Hall, waiting for the house-elves to bring out food for you to take on the train home.

As you dug dirt out from under your fingernails, you watched Granger walk past looking a lot less lifeless than the last time you saw her. She stopped in front of you, her smile faltering slightly under your stare, your eyebrow raised in question.

“I see you’re up and moving again, Granger,” you said offhandedly, hoping she would actually do something other than stare. “Can I help you with something?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at you before she just shook her head, scuttling off to where Potter and Ron Weasley were sitting at the Gryffindor table. You rolled your eyes at her as someone clearing their throat next to you drew your attention. You grimaced at the sight of Fred and George.

“Uh,” George said, his face alone enough to flare your irritation. “Harry told me that the bludger at the start of the year was enchanted by a house-elf.”

You stared at him passively for as long as you could before your anger bubbled over.

“So, you blamed me for the work of a bloody house-elf? Oh, right, yes, cheers, George,” you said sharply, watching Fred scurry away, leaving you facing his brother alone.

“Well-“ George said indignantly before you cut him off, leaning closer.

“And let’s not forget that you also blamed me for what You-Know-Who did in the ‘chamber of secrets’-“

“Right, I’m trying to say sorry here,” he said plainly, scowling.

“You what?” you asked, rather breathless after your little rant.

“I’m trying to say that I’m sorry for being such a git,” he said, the air thick as he waited for any semblance of a reaction on your face. “And to say thanks, you know... for not telling on Harry and Ron.”

George expected many things when you opened your mouth then: shouting, insults, a punch perhaps, maybe even a hex. What he did not expect, was rationality and fairness.

“Alright,” you nodded, your expression still hard.

“Alright?”

“Yes, fine, I accept your apology.”

“What?” he said, the stupidly confused look on his face stoking your rage again.

“Are you thick? I said I’m accepting your apology.”

“I didn’t expect you to accept.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to calm yourself down.

“Well, you don’t know a lot about me, Weasley,” you said, your voice surprisingly soft and almost religiously guarded.

He relaxed a little, strangely curious all of a sudden.

“I suppose I don’t…” he said, a wary grin pulling at his cheeks. “Maybe we could be friends?”

In fairness, he’d said it more to judge your reaction than anything; to test the waters between you.

You stared at his outstretched hand with a deadpan look.

“Don’t push it.”

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[exquisitley-obsessed]

Fiancés, Firebirds, Foxes and Fawns: 3

Author: @exquisitley-obsessed​

Summary: A few weeks after Briallyn's attempt at uniting with Koschei, Lucien opens the door of Lockhart Manor to find Elain, cold from the rain and holding a note from the High Lady of the Night Court demanding her to assist Lucien in building alliances with the human councils. Forced to work together by their exhausted High Lord and Lady, Elain is able to convince anyone to do anything, while Lucien has the acquaintances to go anywhere he likes. Together, they attempt to unite the fae and mortal lands and unravel the deal made between Koschei and Vassa, while Lucien remains haunted by his own promise to Elain's father. ELUCIEN, POST-ACOSF

Pairings: Elain x Lucien, Elucien

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is going to be a long, slow burn fic (hopefully)

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Chapter Four: Playing House

“Who could be calling this time of night?” Vassa rose from her chair, her skirts flowing to the floor.

“Trouble?” Lucien shrugged.

“We can only hope,” Jurian grinned, leaping to his feet with newfound excitement.

“I sent the maids to bed,” Vassa moved to peer out a window where she should’ve had a clear view of the porch, but nothing could be seen through the black rain, “Should I wake the house for guests?”

“We don’t know if it’s a guest, might be something more fun,” Jurian was still grinning wolfishly, now bouncing from one foot to the other, “So…who’s going to open the door?” Both man and male turned to look at Vassa who only scoffed in response.

“Ugh - why me?”

“You’re the queen, princess.”

“How are you going to call me queen and princess in the same sentence?”

“It’s an oxymoron.”

“Oxymoronic more like.”

“Oh Mother, I’m surrounded by children,” Lucien groaned, running his hands over his face.

“The only children in this room are you two. Afraid of answering a door for Cauldrons-sake,” she huffed as she waltzed into the foyer, embellished with russet wood and crimson carpets, Lucien and Jurian on her tail like puppies.

She’d just reached the towering oak doors when something whipped her around, pulling her by her outstretched hand. Turning, Vassa came face to face with Lucien whose eyes were stony with determination.

“I think not,” was all he said, his other hand resting on his belt where his silver sword of Autumn was permanently strapped.

“Why?” Vassa huffed, feeling her heartbeat quicken in response to the intensity of Lucien’s gaze.

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to let a queen open the door to an unexpected guest in the middle of the night, in the middle of a storm, whilst unarmed and being tracked by a Death God.”

Vassa’s wide eyes just drank him in, before looking down at where his hand was wrapped around her wrist. He dropped it instantaneously, as though she had burned him.

“So he does have balls,” Jurian cooed from behind them, but to Vassa, he was long forgotten.

“Fine,” Vassa took a step towards the Fae Lord, allowing her voice to drop a few octaves as she refused to break eye contact, “Go ahead.” She just about purred before turning and walking back to wait at the base of the stairs, missing the confused look on Lucien’s face as he turned to the door.

He should’ve been able to smell whoever was on the otherwise of the door, as well as the Belladonna’s which sat in clay pots on either side of the entrance. But all Lucien was getting, was the smothering dew of the rain, wet overturned earth and the neither-here-nor-there scent of furious winds. He could however hear a soft murmur of voices, from the pitch, female, before a second, shy knock beat on the wooden door. Two heartbeats, and that was it, all the information he could glean given the storm and inches of brick which separated him and his ‘guests’.

With his hand on the door’s iron handle, Lucien’s body felt alive and electric, like a drawn bow ready to fire. There was something in the air, a moment of calm before the storm. Without dwelling on it any longer, Lucien rose to is full height, one of his greatest assets even against other Fae, and yanked the door open.

“Hello?” A small, quiet voice. A voice that haunted his dreams.

***

Touch her. No, don’t touch her. She doesn’t want to be touched. But it is normal for people to touch, people touch all the time, a hand on a shoulder is no affront. Just touch her. But you have no reason to touch her.

That’s what Elain smelt like, or something similar, he supposed.

At first all Lucien could see of Elain was her big eyes, peeking over her purple cloak like beacons. But he’d recognise those eyes everywhere, sometimes it felt as though they were in his room, watching him. She seemed to still as he caught her eye, him standing in the warm orange light of the house, her shrouded in darkness and mystery.

At first all Lucien could see of Elain was her big eyes, peeking over her purple cloak like beacons. But he’d recognise those eyes everywhere, sometimes it felt as though they were in his room, watching him. She seemed to still as he caught her eye, him standing in the warm orange light of the house, her shrouded in darkness and mystery.

In response to the cold and the rain, Elain’s cheeks had flushed a healthy rose. Her eyes were wide, and Lucien could see how the water had darkened and elongated her lashes. If Elain were this beautiful when she was fae, Lucien couldn’t comprehend how magnificent she must’ve looked like a human. Surely there had been suitor after suitor, clawing for a minute of her time, or even a handkerchief or a pearl. Anything of hers to prove to themselves that such beauty was possible – that she was somehow real.

It wasn’t until Lucien had stuttered a meek ‘come in’ when he noticed the second bundle of a person over Elain’s shoulder. When they came into the light of the foyer, Lucien had recognised her as one of the shadow wraith’s that often accompanied Elain in the Night Court. Which one, he could not tell, but she was lesser fae, and lesser fae were always welcome in his home.

Lucien was sure he was in a state of shock, his ears were ringing faintly as Elain entered a polite discussion with Jurian who was smiling enough for the both of them. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, convinced that if he even blinked for too long then she’d disappear, back to the Night Court.

Lucien stood lamely to the side, his posture rigid. Vassa remained at the base of the stairs, whatever her countenance was to Elain’s arrival, he didn’t care for it. As Jurian chatted, Elain had pulled back her hood to reveal her hair of deep gold, soaked entirely, as though she had just arisen from a bath. Lucien dug his nails into his palm.

She was so beautiful, and it hurt to wonder how the Cauldron had ever, at any point of time, believed him worthy of being considered a perfect equal to such a creature.

“Ah, might this be the letter?” Lucien forced himself to tune into the conversation.

“Yes,” Elain’s gentle voice washed over him, lapping across his skin and like magic, it began to soothe him. “From the High Lady of the Night Court. I am to be staying with you for some time it seems, an extra hand to deal with the councils. If that would be alright?” Her voice, unlike Jurian’s or Vassa’s, was consistently soft, and in a strange way, it gave her an aura of power. As though she need not speak too loudly or rush her words, as she knew the world would be listening anyway.

“Ah,” Jurian plucked the sopping note from Elain’s palm, and though he really didn’t care, Lucien watched with intent at how Jurian avoided touching any part of Elain’s skin. Instead, he grabbed the letter’s corner and held it out as it dribbled rainwater across the red and gold carpet.

“Oh, um,” Elain seemed to flush, “I promise you it was a note from Feyre. The lettering might be a bit…illegible.”

“I think we can take your word, Ms Archeron.”

“Elain, please,” she whispered politely with a small curtsey that clearly came naturally. Lucien was so taken aback by Elain that he barely had time to recognise that Jurian was putting on a big show of good behaviour for his mate. If Elain had been anyone else, and if Lucien had been back in the Spring Court manor wearing his fox mask, he would’ve winked and told Elain that she was pretty enough to go where she pleased since kings would most likely fall to her feet anyway, but he just bit his tongue and cocked his head.

He needed to say something to her, he needed to be able to look into those eyes. What was she really doing here? Had Feyre truly sanctioned this? She’d said High Lady, not High Lord. Why had she come in the middle of the night? Why was she here, why was she really here?

“Let me take that for you,” was all he ended up saying, looking from Elain to her cloak then back to her eyes.

Some part of him hated seeing Elain in damp clothes with her hair dripping. It reminded him too much of the first time he’d seen her, as his mate, after she’d just been through the most traumatic experience of her life. He wished nothing more than to wrap her up into his arms and send wave after wave of warmth through her to dry her clothes, to make sure she was never cold and shivering again.

Elain seemed to stare at him for a moment, and Lucien wondered if she could possibly be just as taken aback by him as he was of her. How many of these moments, these little pauses between words, were genuine? And how much of it was the drive of the bond?

“Thank you,” She whispered, her hands reaching up to undo the clasp at her neck. As she did so, Lucien adverted his eyes. Something about seeing Elain remove an item of clothing, even a sopping cloak, felt too much like an invasion of privacy. And then she was holding her cloak out to him, and he just nodded at her, allowing his lips to turn up at the corners as he took the damp material, making sure not to accidentally touch her bare hands.

Behind Elain, the twin appeared to cock her head and glare at him, her message clear – ‘and what about me, huh?’ Lucien ignored her as he folded the cloak over his arm and took a step back towards the wall.

“Well, welcome to Lockhart Manor, Ms Archeron,” Vassa then announced herself as she strode forth from the base of the stairs, her posture stiff and elegant. This wasn’t Vassa speaking. This was a queen. “We have spare rooms in abundance which you’re more than welcome to settle into, since the maids are asleep right now please allow me to take you to your quarters.”

“Oh, um, thank you,” Elain nodded and smiled politely, a faint flush spreading on her cheeks, one that threatened to bring Lucien to his knees.

“No luggage, or are you not staying long?” Vassa inquired innocently enough, and had Lucien tore his eyes away from Elain for just a moment, he would’ve seen the slight glint in the queen’s eye.

“My sister will winnow me my bags tomorrow morning. You see, it was paramount we left the Night Court at a certain time. Unfortunately, this was our best window for travelling, but Feyre insisted you would be awake given…” given Vassa’s curse, her inability to see sunlight with human eyes.

“Are you in danger?” Lucien couldn’t bite his tongue as something began to rise within him – Terror? Anger? Worry? Elain’s big eyes drifted back to his, and once more she seemed to pause before speaking.

“No,” she breathed. Her voice was just a petal in the wind. “At least, only in danger of Nesta finding out I’m missing.”

“You didn’t tell her you were coming here?” If Lucien wasn’t mistaken, that might just be a slightly mischievous glint alight in Elain’s eye. The idea of Elain deceiving her viper of a sister to come across the world to stay with him, seemed far too good to be real, and Lucien couldn’t stop the small grin that pulled at his lips.

“Well, you must be tired after such a journey.” Lucien wished Vassa hadn’t spoken because it pulled Elain’s gaze from his. Lucien also suspected that little travelling had been done since Elain’s companion was a shadow wraith, and able to travel the world via the shades. “Please, let me show you to your room.”

Lucien hated to see her go, as she politely curtseyed to the queen before following her up the stairs and disappearing down a corridor which led to the western wings. It was only when she was, in fact, out of sight, that Lucien felt the reality of her presence collide with him like a pile of bricks.

Suddenly, he was breathing too quickly, no, too slowly. His body was overheating, and his heart was racing. All around him swirled her scent and every cell in his body was screaming at him to follow her up the stairs, to keep her in sight and never let her leave it. Keep her warm, keep her safe.

“Careful Luce,” Jurian’s voice called him back to reality, and he found Jurian peering at him with that god-damn, shit-eating, all-knowing grin, “She’s going to want that back,” was all he said as he nodded at the sopping cloak Lucien had clutched against his abdomen. The rainwater soaking through his linens, and making him shiver.

***

“You say your sister sent you?” Vassa was leading Elain and Nuala down a series of hallways. Elain liked the manor, one she would’ve adored when she was human. There was a crimson carpet that bled across the entire house, embellished with threads of sparkling gold. Deep brown wood covered the walls in panels, and there were candles here, not faelight, which cast the hallways in a warm, watery glow. It felt so familiar, in such a painful way.

“I wanted to be of some use to my sister following Briallyn, she thought I could be of use in working with the human councils given I…well, I…”

“Used to be human?” The queen’s voice was slightly monotonous, almost sounding as though she were somewhat bored, that these things happened all the time.

“Yes,” Elain nodded furiously. She’d been so caught up in the idea of seeing Lucien again that she’d practically forgotten Jurian and Vassa.

“Well, after a good night’s rest you might be able to catch me before sunrise and we can discuss where you’d be most useful.”

“Yes, thank you…what kind of work is there?”

“Meetings with councils and human lords, establishing positive relations between fae and humans which, considering humans were enslaved to the fae a few hundred years ago, isn’t the easiest relationship to manage. There’s also work to be done regarding the human armies, and not to mention the other human queens. We could also use with someone prepared to travel to establish trade routes between the mortal lands and the Spring Court, though, really all of this pales in comparison to cleaning up the mess Briallyn left behind.”

Elain blew out a breath. There was so much going on in the world, in the mortal lands alone, and her family had hidden it all from her. Or had they hidden her from the world? It didn’t matter, she was here now, and she was prepared to make herself as useful as possible.

“Where can I find you, to talk tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll most likely be in the dining room, taking breakfast with Lucien and Jurian.” The Queen swung a hard left and Elain stumbled slightly as she tried to follow.

“Okay…thank you, for everything.” Elain put on her best smile, but the queen wasn’t looking at her.

“You were quite sick the last time I saw you,” was all the queen said in response, and Elain felt as though ice had been poured down the back of her dress.

“Yes, I was,” Elain said quietly, her eyes meeting those of Nuala’s for a fleeting moment. God, where was her room?

“You’re better now?”

“Yes,” Elain practically whispered, not interested in being reminded of those torturous months post-Cauldron. Especially when, technically, she was still in them.

“Good,” Vassa said, and Elain couldn’t read her tone, but then, “Here are your quarters, Jurian’s rooms are just down the hall. If you wish to find me, or Lucien,” she paused slightly, “Then you can find our rooms in the East wing. Just ask a passing maid and they’ll lead you to us.”

Something ugly reared its head inside Elain as Vassa referred to her and Lucien as an ‘us’. And if Elain wasn’t mistaken, judging by the glint in Vassa’s eye, the language had been intentional. But Elain knew this game, knew how to play a courtier, how to manipulate a crowd with a smile.

Interesting, some part of Elain perked up. Maybe she’d gotten herself into more than she was expecting by coming to Lockhart Manor. Or maybe, it was a really, really good thing she’d come at all.

“Thank you,” was all Elain said, letting nothing pass her courtly smile. “For everything.”

***

Nuala had her own room but had stayed with Elain for a while after Vassa’s departure, perhaps reading the slight tension in the Acheron’s shoulders as she perched herself at her room’s vanity. If Elain was rational, then she would be obsessing over Vassa, of what she said and the look in her eye as she spoke. She would try and unfurl the dynamic she was to expect at breakfast tomorrow, when the world was still dark.

But she was thinking of him.

Lucien was different here, and Elain realised that she’d never seen him out of the Night Court. In fact, all at once the chaste meetings they’d had thus far seemed entirely, hilariously inadequate.

He was otherworldly, something about him seemed more fae than the others, even the Illyrian’s with their beautiful wings. Lucien was fire and light in form. His hair, no mortal could even imagine hair like that. In fact, Elain was convinced that even Feyre couldn’t capture it’s essence in her paintings. It was ever-changing, always moving and shifting colours in the light, almost as though it were alive. When she’d first seen him in the Night Court it had been a paler, autumnal orange with what seemed to be streaked with glittering gold. But here, by the candlelight of Lockhart manor, it was the red of rust and blood.

His skin was made of tan plains that rose and fell over the contours of his body in a way that reminded Elain of the deserts she’d seen drawn in adventure books. And then there was his impossible height, taller than everyone, including those back at the Night Court, only beating Cassian by an inch. He had a presence in a room like no other, he demanded intrigue and interest, with his mismatched eyes and brutal scar.

Maybe Elain had only been so nervous of Lucien because of that reason. Because she was used to seeing men who appeared to have not quite come into their bodies, their chins loose with excess skin, their hair wiry and coarse. And Lucien…Lucien looked as though he’d had hundreds of years to hone his body. Tall and sharp, standing with a poise that reminded Elain of a blade. His eyes alert and always moving, and a mouth that quirked to the side, as though there was always some dirty joke resting on the tip of his tongue.

Guilt moved through Elain in a wave. First, guilt over Graysen, then guilt over Azriel. Both men whom she’d also found to be beautiful, in their own ways. The innocence of Graysen, which in hindsight, proved to be a hilarious interpretation. The mystery of Azriel, the way that even when she was convinced he wanted her, she was never entirely sure.

Perhaps it wasn’t guilt that washed through Elain, but rather dread. Because here she was, again, and all she could hear was her mother’s voice echoing in her mind – Foolish girl. Foolish, foolish girl. Her mother would tell her that she never learns.

Or maybe she wouldn’t. She’d only admitted to herself that Lucien was attractive, his eyes searing, looking every bit of the fae prince as he swung open the door, backlit by gold and red light. And the bond was supposed to make her find him attractive, right? She could consult the book she’d brought later. Because that was the problem – what was real and what was the bond? Did Lucien truly care for her? Would he have even looked her way if the bond hadn’t existed? No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t be convinced. Lucien was suited to the bold courage of Nesta or even the quick-wit of Feyre. Elain was brutally soft. Men like Lucien didn’t care for the delicate - right?

“I’m sorry to take you from your sister, Nuala,” Elain whispered, as her friend began to comb through her dripping hair.

“It’s no problem,” Nuala’s voice was like velvet, and in the mirror, Elain could see her eyes were soft and her mouth turned up at the corners. “Sometimes getting away from family can be good for you.”

Elain hummed in response as Nuala began to knot her hair into a crown of elegant braids so that her hair would dry with a curl.

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Mini Fanfic #1094: My Lea (Kingdom Hearts)

11:15 p.m. Inside of Lockhart's Bar.......

'Cell Phone Ringing'

Isa: (Uses the Bar's Phone to Answers the Call) You've reached the Lockhart's Bar establishment. How may we help this evening?

????: (On the Other Line with an Old British Accent) Yes, my wife and I would like to order one of your finest burgers and drinks your establishment has to offer~

????: (Joining in on That Said Line With British Accent of Her Own) And all the crispy fries you could give us, dearie~

Isa: (Sighs as He Easily Recognizes Their Voices) Hello, Roxas and Xion.....

Roxas: Ah man. You already figured us out?

Xion: What gave our it away?

Isa: Your frequent prank calls here are starting to become more predictable and frail as of late.

Xion: (Starts Pouting on the Other Line) Um rude much? Our prank calls happens to be top notch quality if entertainment, thank you very much!

Roxas: Yeah! But no, seriously, are you gonna bring us something back after you get off?

Isa: (Starts Looking Around the Half Empty Bar) Considering how we actually have a slow day for once, I'll see what I can do.

Roxas: Sweet.

Xion: We love you, Isa!~

Isa: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) Yes, yes, I love you too. Now, would you mind telling me what you all are doing at the moment, besides bothering me my line of work?

Barret: (Walks Out From the Kitchen) Dishes are finally cleaned and accounted for, Isa my man. (Notices Isa Calling Someone on Their Bar Phone) Someone's on the line?

Isa: (Turns to His Co-worker) Only Roxas and Xion, making yet another subpar prank call.

Xion: (On the Other Line) Heyyy!

Roxas:: We heard that!

Barret: (Chuckles Lightly) Really now! Tell 'em Uncle Barret I say "Hey" for me, will ya?

Isa: (Points the Phone Towards Barret's Point of View) You can tell them that yourself.

Roxas/Xion: Hi, Uncle Barret!~

Barret: (Smiles Brightly as He Speaks Thru the Phone In Front of Him) Hey there, kids! What y'all doing tonight?

Xion: Watching a movie. And don't worry, Isa, it's not Coco this time.

Isa: (Turns to Barret) Lea gets overly emotional every time he sees it.

Barret: (Snickers a Bit) I don't blame him. That movie can make any grown man shed a tear, me included.

Roxas: Yeah, no kidding. But instead, we're watching "My Girl."

'Record Scratch'

Isa/Barret: (Eyes Begins to Widened) My Girl!?

Xion: Yeah. It's this old movie about a girl's misadventures in the summertime. You guys don't like it or something?

Isa: No, no. It's a good movie, great even, but uh.....Question: How far are you three in the movie exactly?

Roxas: (Looks Back on the Screen) I think we're on the forest part- Oh shit!

Xion: Roxas, what are you- ('GASPS') Oh my gosh!

Barret: 'Ey, what's happening over there?

Roxas: A swarm of bees are attacking Thomas right now!

Xion: He's ALLERGIC to bees!

Roxas: (Franticing on the Other Line) Ah man, there HAS to be some kind miracle to step or- OH GOD, HE'S DIED

Xion: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Barret: (Solemnly Shakes his Head) That poor little boy died way too soon.....

Isa: Kids, where's Lea right now?

Roxas: In the room checking out his phone I think? He suppose to be back the Living room by now.

Isa: Alright, well, whatever you, skip that part entirely before he comes back.

Roxas: Already on it-

'Door Opens on the Other Line'

Lea: I'm back! Sorry I took too long in there, I-......Who died?

Roxas: Uhh....An old....family member?

Xion: Thomas died!!

Lea: I'm sorry- WHAT!? FOUR EYES IS DEAD!? WHEN!? HOW!?

Xion: In the forest! Swarmed by bees!

Lea: BUT HE'S ALLERGIC TO BEES!!!

Xion: I KNOOOOW!

Roxas: (Sighs on the Other Line) Xion, you seriously can't go a minute without telling him all of that?

Xion: I can't help it, okay!? And you know as well as I do that I'm not as good as a liar as you are!

Roxas: ('Sigh') Fair.

Lea: So they just killed that poor kid off.....And the girl didn't know about until now!?

Roxas: What do you- Huh. I guess not.

Lea: Oh God, she's crushed right now......And yeah, where is his glasses?....('Sniff') He can't SEE without his glasses, man, come on!

Isa: ('Sigh') And so it begins.....

Lea: He wanted to be an acrobat.....('Sniff') So bad.....So freaking bad.....

Xion: We know, Axel. We know.....

Barret: Well, damn, that scene already messed him up badly.

Isa: (Hears his Phone Viberating Insode the Pocket of his Pants Before Taking it Out From There) You're about to witness the half the it. (Answers the Call) Hello?

Lea: (Already Tearing Up on the Other Line) ('Sniff') I-I-saaa.....

Isa: Good evening, Lea. I take it you've seen the death scene from that My Girl movie you're watching.

Lea: (Tearfully Nodded)

Isa: And now you're a wreck because of it.

Lea: Thomas wanted to be acrobat growing, Isa......('Sniff') And now he's gone.....

Isa: Yes, it's unfortunate. But life has proven time and time again that it could be a cruel mistress on occasions.

Lea: Yeah...('Sniff') No fooling. ('Sniff') I-Isa?

Isa: Yes, Lea?

Lea: ('Sniff') I don't say it asuch as I should, but....('Sniff') I really do love you, man! ('Sniff') Like a WHOLE lot!!

Isa: (Snickers a Bit) Lea, you already told me that before I left the apartment earlier.

Lea: I know that! I just....('Sniff') Wanted to show how much you mean to me is all....('Sniff') A whole lot by the way!

Isa: (Smiles a Little) And I appericate it sincerely.

Lea: Good. ('Sniff') Now is Barret with you right now? ('Sniff') I wanna talk to him.

Isa: He's right beside me actually. (Gives Barret his Phone) Lea wants to speak with you.

Barret: (Simply Nodded) Got it. (Answers the Call) 'Ey there, Lea! (Let's Out a Chuckle) You doing okay?

Lea: Kind of? ('Sniff') I'm still crying my eyes out, but it'll pass eventually. ('Sniff') Probably. ('Sniff') B-But anyways! I wanted to let you know that you're the most badass poppa bear I've ever met so far and I'm REALLY glad that we're friends!

Barret: (Starts Smiling Brightly) 'Appericate you, my man! I for one, think you're a badass Fire Mom.

Lea: Isa told you about that, didn't he?

Barret: It was your kids actually. I think it suits ya.

Lea: Of course it does. ('Sniff') Well, I don't wanna keep wasting more of your time than I already have, so....('Sniff') If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna call up everyone else right now.

Barret: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion at Isa) Call up everyone else?

Isa: I'll explain later. (Gets his Phone Back From Barret) I wish you the best of luck, Lea.

Lea: Thank you. ('Sniff') I love you! ('Sniff') Again!

Isa: Love you too. Later. (Ends the Call From his Phone and Resume his Call with Xion and Roxas on the Bar's Phone) Make sure Lea doesn't go too overboard on his calls, okay?

Roxas: Yeah, we'll try.

Xion: We love you again, Isa!~

Isa: I love you too. Have a goodnight. (Ends Another Call Before Letting Out a Sigh)

Barret: So what? Does he call everyone he knows and tell 'em how he feels and shit?

Isa: More or less. As random as it seems, it's nice to see him let out his true feelings out every once and a while. It's a shame we're not there to witness it in person. We would've find a kick out of it along the way.

Barret: It supposed to get sillier down the line?

Isa: In more ways than one.

To Be Continued......

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