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adurowrites · 3 years

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A Percy Weasley Snippet

The lecture hall was quiet, but not perfectly silent. Percy could hear the scratching of quill on parchment, the creak of wooden chairs, and every now and again, a hard exhale as someone met a question they weren’t prepared to answer.

There were twenty test-takers in the room, Percy included. One proctor sat at the front of the room, the other took slow laps about the room, sometimes muttering revealing charms to ensure no one was cheating. The soft footfalls paused somewhere in the back of the room. To the left, a witch coughed, hoarse and rough and momentarily distracting. Some of the test-takers had put silencing bubbles around their desks, wanting absolute quiet to focus on the exam. Percy preferred the ambient noise of the room. It made him think of Hogwarts, of taking his NEWTs in the Great Hall with the rest of his year.

For as much as he hadn’t been particularly popular, or even well-liked, Percy had enjoyed his time at Hogwarts. He’d gotten along well-enough with his housemates, but he had found true camaraderie in the Ravenclaws of his year. He’d often wondered why the Hat hadn’t put him in Ravenclaw. He’d asked for it at his Sorting, even though he’d be breaking a family tradition and the thought of disappointing his parents terrified him. But it was the logical choice, and so he’d politely asked to be sorted into Ravenclaw. Apparently it was that request, and his bravery to buck tradition, that had the Hat put him into Gryffindor instead.

But he was too studious for most of his house, and he’d spent most of his time studying with the Ravenclaws. There wasn’t much conversation, just quiet focus and the sense of belonging. Percy had missed that comfortable atmosphere as he’d been studying for the barrister’s exam. His flat, as cozy as it was, had the tendency to make him feel lonely. He enjoyed peace and quiet, but he also enjoyed company. Rather than sit alone, he’d done most of his studying in the Ministry library, keeping company with the various interns, undersecretaries, and paralegals.

He came to the end of the exam and glanced at the clock. There were four hours allowed for completion, and he’d hoped to save an hour and a half for review. He was behind by fifteen minutes. He grimaced and turned back to the start of the test.

Just before the three-hour mark, a wizard got up and strode towards the proctor at the front. He handed his parchment over and left with a self-satisfied smile. A witch followed a few minutes later, looking a bit disgruntled. Percy figured she had wanted to be the first to complete the exam. He used play such games with his classmates at Hogwarts. Who was the first to finish? Who could write a paper the fastest? He used to think that finishing first was a sign of intelligence. But as he’d gotten older, he’d realized that taking his time with his work was a sign of maturity and wisdom. After all, the quality of the work was far more important than winning a silly race.

So Percy stayed in his seat and reviewed his answers with the time remaining. There were only a few others that stayed to the end with him, although they appeared to have lingered out of necessity rather than patience. One witch looked disheveled, her hands twisting at her hair, and another wizard appeared damp with sweat. Or tears, Percy couldn’t tell. They filtered out into the hall where the other test-takers were waiting. The two who had finished first were arguing over a couple of questions, and they’d created quite a debate.

Percy didn’t join. Instead he grabbed his portfolio from the locker and checked it for any messages. The Ministry knew he was taking his test today, but there were still a couple of work-related messages that had appeared inside - questions about the Minister’s meeting with the court, a few requests for paperwork, and a couple of messages wishing him luck, including one from Minister Fudge himself.

Percy felt a flush of pleasure at the notice. (Yes, his name was spelled wrong, but Fudge was notoriously bad at names.) The personal note meant that Fudge was indeed considering him for position of Assistant. Now, all Percy needed, was just to have passed the bar.

He took a seat on the benches along the wall and responded to what questions he could while he waited for the proctors to tally the scores. it only took half-an-hour, and then the door to the lecture hall opened. There was a rush and a minor traffic jam as the other test-takers raced inside. The results would be posted on the blackboard, and Percy felt a wave of nervousness. What if he hadn’t passed? What if the Minister had wished him well, only for Percy to have to re-take it? There was no harm in retaking the exam, of course. Plenty of barristers and government officials did. But Percy had never failed a test in his life.

....Divination didn’t count.

He got up, hands clutching his portfolio to his chest and slowly walked into the room. He logically understood that he hadn’t failed. He logically knew he’d done well, very well in fact. But what if he’d somehow mixed up his answers? What if he’d forgotten to put his name on the test? What if - ?

The other wizards and witches were crowded around the parchment posted on the board. Some of them were celebrating. Some of them were swearing. All of them turned as he approached, and he saw a myriad of emotions cross their faces as they looked at him. Some were openly envious. Others looked impressed. Some gave him congratulatory smiles.

“There he is!” the proctor said, stepping forward, his hand outstretched. “It’s not every year we have someone achieve a perfect score. Congratulations, Mr. Weasley.”

Percy automatically shook his hand, his eyes going to the parchment, and there it was. His name at the top, and beside it, a 500, a perfect score. He felt a relieved, incredulous, proud smile spread over his face.

“With that score, you’ll have your pick of law firms,” the proctor said. “Might you consider Bolgers and Fawcett?” A card was slipped into his hand.

“He’s not going into law,” one of the test-takers said. “He’s in government. Senior Assistant to the Secretary.”

“I know,” said the proctor. He gave Percy a sly sort of smile. “Just in case you’re looking for something more lucrative.”

Bolgers and Fawcett was one of the wealthiest, most powerful law firms in the Wizarding UK. Percy knew the starting salary was easily triple what he was making now.

He shook his head. “I’m quite satisfied with my current position, thank you.”

“Not if you’re taking the bar,” the proctor said. “You’ve got your sights set a bit higher. Well, when you tire of life as a public servant, let us know.”

“Thank you.”

The proctor left and Percy accepted more congratulations from the test-takers, some given more graciously than others. He responded with his own, and then once he was able, he slipped away, back to the Ministry. He still had work to do.

He did divert by the Ministry’s owlry to jot down a quick message. I passed the barrister’s. A perfect score!

At another time he might have written more. He might have written about how rare a perfect score was, and that less than a hundred people had ever achieved a perfect 500 in the history of the exam. He might have written about the proctor trying to poach him for Bolgers and Fawcett, or about the test-takers recognizing him. But he knew by now that such additions would only be taken as arrogance. It seemed unfair to him, that only his boastings were considered prideful. In truth, Percy may have been boastful as a child, but he’d been forced to speak out about his achievements because no one else seemed to recognize them, or understand how significant they were. He’d grown up insisting on his own merit, celebrating his own accomplishments, and because of it, he’d been labeled prideful. He’d tried to be quieter about it lately, but it seemed even small comments on his success was enough to considered bragging.

“Where shall I send it, sir?” the postmaster asked.

“The Bur -,” Percy cut himself off. He remembered the last time he shared such news with his parents. They ignored the message. They were unimpressed. No, worse than unimpressed. They were disapproving.

His siblings had been happy for him though - they’d gotten him a gift for his office. And his parents had seemed apologetic over Christmas. He could try to reach out again, see if the fences had been mended.

But if they hadn’t... Percy swallowed hard. It had hurt, when no one knew about his promotion, when his mother and father had kept it secret, like they were ashamed of him. It had felt like he’d done something wrong. It had felt like he didn’t belong. If it happened again... Percy didn’t think he could bear it.

“Charles Weasley,” Percy said instead. “The Dragon’s Repast, Romania.”

“Very good, sir.”

Percy left, feeling slightly easier at his decision. Charlie wouldn’t ignore the missive. Charlie wouldn’t disapprove. Percy could imagine him, getting the owl and reading the message, and letting out a big whoop of joy for him. Charlie might even tell his friends about it - how his younger brother had gotten a perfect score on the bar exam. And the next time he came to visit, he’d insist on taking Percy out to celebrate.

Percy nodded. That was enough. As long as he had Charlie, it would be enough.

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(So, I have more head-canon about Percy, but it doesn’t really fit into my fic. I thought I’d plot a bit here on tumblr because I didn’t think it was hefty enough for Ao3, and it was just meant to be a little drabble, a tidbit, a snippet. But it doubled in length and then turned a little angsty at the end. So I may have to put it up on Ao3.

For those folks confused, this is my interpretation of Percy Weasley from my fanfic series The Code, found on Ao3 and FFN. It’s not really about Percy, but Draco Malfoy and Bill Weasley.)

#percy weasley #hp fanfic #the code #harry potter #head canon #fic #it was really supposed to be short #drabble #not a drabble #charlie weasley is the best

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k7l4d4 · 3 years

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Episode 2, Part 1

Hello all, here comes the first part of the second episode to Midnight Striga, my Fairy Tail/Owl House crossover fic! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

With a spine-cracking yawn, literally her spine cracked from doing it once, Eda, the Owl Lady of Bonesburough, woke up for another day of living her life of freedom and liberty from Bone-head’s regime. With a tired sigh, idly wondering where she put the Apple Blood, Eda trudged down the stairs. Unusually for her, her mind was exceptionally clear this morning, something that she usually needed at least two to three cups of Apple Blood to fully achieve. In her musings, Eda’s mind turned to her new housemate, and the nearly mind-breaking revelations she had received the day before.

“So, humans can actually use magic, so our whole belief of it coming from the Titan probably has some holes in it, among other things. Heh, wonder how Lily would take all of this?” Eda pondered, for once not shying away from thoughts of her estranged sister. Letting out another yawn, Eda ambled downward, mind languidly scrolling back and forth, trying to figure out what the feeling of differentness was coming from. Just as she was about to give up, something she does gladly if she doesn’t really care about the subject, her nose caught a whiff of something. Honestly, whatever it was, it smelled divine! Inhaling deeply, a surge of alertness rippling through her body, and making a note to ask the kid about that for later, Eda took stock of her surroundings again, finally nailing what had been confusing her.

Her place had been cleaned.

That by itself wasn’t too unusual, despite what some people may believe, Eda is not a slob, and tries to keep things as neat as she alone possibly can, and she regularly used cleaning house as a way to keep herself busy when her boredom was at its worst. But this was different. The walls were scrubbed, her junk (Treasures! She said treasures) had been sorted and organized, which, she admitted, definitely cut back on the amount of space they took up.

Deciding that trudging all the way to the kitchen or living room wouldn’t be able to satisfy her curiosity, Eda called out. “Hey Kid! Did you go through my stuff?”

“Sorry, Miss Eda!! I was a bit too eager to get started, so I kinda, sorta, got everything settled? I hope that’s okay? Is it okay? I hope it’s okay.”

Eda blinked. That… was odd. The kid was rambling, something that definitely seemed at odds with the cool, level-headedness she had displayed prior. Making her way over, she got a look at the girl, her suspicions confirmed. Wide-eyed, with heavy bags, hair an utter mess, clothes mismatched. Luz was a mess; by Eda’s best estimate, she either hadn’t gotten to sleep at all last night, or had gotten up so soon afterwards it made no difference, and had spent the entire time working on the house.

“Kid?” Eda hesitantly broached. “How long have you been up?”

Luz blinked. “All night. I never went to bed, not really. I mean, I tried to sleep, but then my brain started racing, makes sense, whole new world and all, and so much to do, so much to explore, I can finally read my notes and research!! HOW AWESOME IS THAT!! But it was too dark to read, and I didn’t wanna risk waking you up with a light, so I got started on all the junk you’ve got lying around.” She leaned against aforementioned junk, now neatly sorted into manageable stacks, you could actually tell what it was!!

What Luz was leaning against appeared to be a stack of crystals and devices that had crystals stuck into them. Eda had never really thought about selling them, they didn’t have any of the oddness to them that got her other junk snapped up, but the way Luz was staring so intently at them made Eda feel like she lucked out by holding on to them.

Luz shot forward, an absolutely manic grin stretching across her face. “WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU HAD SO MANY LACRIMAS!?!??!?”

Eda blinked, that feeling of having lucked out screaming through her. She still had no clue what Lacrimas were, but if how Luz was reacting was any indicator, they were something valuable. And she apparently had a LOT of them!!

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Yeah, as much as Eda wanted to cash in on this, it was better to head the kid off while she could, get a little info, than use a sleep spell on her before she did something stupid.

Luz blinked, clearly confused, before responding, slapping a hand to her forehead in realization. “Right, you’d have no clue what that is, different world and all that.” Luz rocked back, her tired eyes clearing some of the crazy out, and gaining some much needed clarity of thought. “Lacrima are basically pure magic condensed into a solid, crystal state. They are used in a lot of ways, but they are typically reserved for high-end stuff, not counting the lower-quality, disposable ones.” She glanced around, getting a better feel of what all she did last night. “I honestly have no clue where or how you got so many, or what the average quality of them all is, but it’s a huge find.” She turned her gaze back to a contemplative Eda. “But that’s not what you actually want to talk to me about, is it?” She mused.

Eda snorted, impressed that the girl had managed to gather her thoughts while as addled as she was. “You’re not wrong, kid. I was gonna ask you to handle my potion deliveries, something I use to keep grub on the table in addition to my stand, but from what I can see, you aren’t in any shape to go off into town.” She arched an eyebrow, almost daring Luz to challenge her. Naturally, Luz obliged.

“Hey, you got nothing to worry about!” She boldly declared, gesturing to the concoction she was currently mixing. “I’m brewing up an energy booster to get me through the day. It’s not my area of study, but I’ve had to make these enough times before to get good results.” She turned a grin towards Eda that under normal circumstances probably would’ve been smug, but just looked sleepy at the moment.

Eda chewed her lip, contemplative. “Okay, if this actually works, you can head out today, but you’ll have to take King with you, just to be safe, got it?” Her snappy tone was undercut by the hint of worry and concern within.

“Yes! Wacked out alternate dimension, here I come!!” Luz cheered, just barely avoiding knocking her mixture to the ground. Putting out a hand to steady it, she carefully spooned out her Pick-Me-Up Potion, patent pending, and deposited the potent mixture directly onto her tongue, wincing at the intensely sour flavor. Any further thoughts were cut off as the Potion started to do its job.

Eda watched, a mix of fascination and disgust playing across her face at the sight before her. The contortions and sounds alone were enough to turn even her stomach, but she couldn’t deny that, when the horrific ordeal was over, Luz certainly looked refreshed and energized. Still, if she never saw THAT again, it would be too soon.

“Ah!” Luz sighed, drawing her arms out in a spine pulling stretch. “Man, that always feels GREAT!!! So, when do I head out?” She asked, oblivious to Eda’s prior disgust.

Shaking off her discomfort, Eda pulled off a grin. “Well, kid, as soon as we get King out of that pile of food,” she gestured to the aforementioned Demon gorging himself on the snacks Luz had prepared in her sleep deprived activity. “You and him can head into Bonesburough to get my potions dropped off and give you a better lay of the land.” Eda finished.

With a beaming grin, Luz rushed over to King, yanking the now frantically squirming demon out of the pile of food, and stood stock still in front of Eda, a gaze shining with excitement burning in her eyes. Getting the hint, Eda rolled her eyes and brought out the sack of potions. Still, Eda couldn’t really fight the grin that cracked at the eagerness of her new tenant.

With a smirk, Eda decided to give the girl a little breather to adjust to her new energy before she headed out. “So kid, before you go running off, is there anything in particular you wanna know about the Isles?” Whatever the kid said, it shouldn’t be too much trouble to deal with.

“Why exactly are you a criminal?” Luz asked steadily, having released King to his meal at Eda’s question.

Oh, so it would be a bit of trouble to answer. With a sigh, Eda dragged her hand down her face. “It’s because I never joined a coven.” At the look of blank incomprehension, Eda decided to head the question off. “And I’m guessing you don’t know what those are, right?”

“You are correct.” Luz knew about Guilds, but whatever a Coven was, it wasn’t anything she’d ever heard of before.

Eda smirked at that, she wondered how the kid would react to what she had to say. “Well, here on the Isles, we follow what’s known as the Coven System. I won’t get into the really complex bits, but the overarching rules are these: firstly, joining a Coven means you can only perform magic that goes with the Coven, secondly, while some exceptions have been made in the past, once you join a Coven, you are stuck with that one for the rest of your life, and finally, joining a Coven is mandatory, and if you don’t join a Coven, you’re branded a criminal and a heretic. A heretic like me, for instance.” She sat back, confident the kid wouldn’t condemn her, but nervous as to how she would react as a whole.

You could hear a pin drop in the room. Luz was utterly still, her eyes shadowed by her hair. Nothing gave any hint as to her thoughts, aside from the tight clenching of her fists. “That. Is the biggest load of crap I have ever heard in my life.” Luz was incensed. What she was hearing was what sounded like one of the most self-serving and oppressive systems she had ever heard of. The only thing she could accurately compare it to was the old system used by the Alvarez Empire, which drafted any and all magic users in the country into their army, whether they liked it or not.

“Trust me kid, you don’t know the half of it.” Eda chuckled bitterly. She couldn’t lie, seeing someone else have that same level of anger at the system was cathartic for her. Who knows, maybe the kid could stir things up around this place?

Luz huffed, her excitement for the day ahead lost in the wake of that wonderful news. “Well now, at least I won’t have to worry about making a good impression with the locals.” Her deadpan comment released a raucous roar of laughter from the Witch across from her.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!! Kid, you have nothing to worry about in that regard. Aside from jackasses like Wrath, people around here are pretty chill for the most part.” Eda replied.

Luz was unconvinced. “Ya sure about that?” She asked, crossing her arms, almost challengingly.

Eda grinned. “Yeah, they are; they might freak out about your appearance for a bit, but after a short while, they’ll just stop caring altogether. Any issues are more likely to crop up from elitists and die-hard conformists like Wrath, or people who actively look down on Humans.” Considering just how big Bonesburough was as a whole, Eda was certain the second was more likely to occur than the first, but even that wouldn’t be too common all around.

Luz snorted. “So, my biggest concerns for the near future are the always fun to deal with local racists. Hooray.” The utterly flat reply sent King snorting from his spot by his meal, with Eda joining him a second later.

King decided now was a good time to pipe up. “Eh, they talk a big game, but anyone who actually gives anything about you being a Human is just blowing smoke, or thinks they're bigger than they are.” While Eda would ordinarily point out the fact that King himself regularly thought he was bigger than he was, she internally conceded that he had a point.

King looked up, pondering everything that had happened yesterday. “Luz, you are crazy strong, even by the usual craziness of Bonesburough. Nothing other than the guards can really threaten you in town, and the guards are only a problem because of their magic, and they aren’t that good at using it as a whole, either.” A great and mighty king of demons he may be, but let none say that King was stupid, nor that he was foolish. “Luz, you shook things up on a level that nobody has done in decades.” He turned to the girl, his eyes gleaming. “Things are gonna start changing now because of it, and I wanna be here for that change. So don’t worry about it, okay?”

Eda grinned, proud of her oldest charge. “I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Before King could start boasting, Eda smooshed his fur, sending him into a tizzy as he tried to fix his “luxurious mane,” and turned back to Luz. “I may not have phrased it all that well earlier, but while things may not be smooth-sailing for you, you’ve got more than enough power to handle nearly anything that comes your way. And if need be, you’ve got the Owl Lady herself in your corner!”

Luz grinned softly at the older Witch, eyes slightly teary. “Thanks Eda, that means a lot.” She croaked out. What could she say, they were both being really sweet! Turning back to King, she found he had settled down, and was waiting patiently, for him anyway, by the door, lightly gesturing both to it, and the sack of potions she would be delivering. Getting the message, Luz scooped the sack back up, gave a quick hug to Eda, much to her surprise, and headed out the door, King eagerly trotting behind her.

Eda sighed. “That kid is gonna get into so much trouble… and I won’t be able to see any of it!” She complained. “Hooty… WHAT ARE YOU DOING DRINKING THAT POTION!?!?”

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king the owl house #magic

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spicynbachili1 · 6 years

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Reigns: Game of Thrones helps us figure out the show

I ended watching Sport of Thrones across the begin of season three, as a result of there have been too many individuals and I couldn’t keep in mind who most of them had been or why something they did may be important (broad exceptions: the dragon woman; the incest twins and their sandwich son; Jon Sner). I don’t actually assume Sport of Thrones interprets nicely to being a recreation of video games, for comparable causes, however Reigns: Sport of Thrones is nice, as a result of it’s a Reigns recreation with Sport of Thrones components, and never the opposite manner round.

Reigns: GoT sidesteps having to cope with canon and non-canon penalties by utilizing the fireplace visions of Melisandre be a framing machine for “what if this particular person was the ruler?” This unlocks off-piste potentialities and provides you the decide of seven favorite characters and one dude I don’t keep in mind in any respect. The final word objective is to outlive the winter. My final objective is determining who everybody is predicated solely on the context this recreation supplies.

Normal factors

The factor is, this recreation (and article) in all probability has a number of spoilers when you haven’t watched the most recent season of the present, however I additionally don’t know learn how to distinguish the latest spoilers from ones that occurred actually years in the past. As an example, all of Cersei’s Jonathan Warburton-esque kids are lifeless. This might be outdated information or an enormous factor. I don’t know. I’ve no approach to inform besides Googling, and that might be dishonest. There are additionally references to the Warfare of the 5 Kings. At my final depend there have been about two, most. My abstract of Sport of Thrones at giant from enjoying this recreation is that everybody who isn’t lifeless is both indignant at each other or are having intercourse. Typically each. There is no such thing as a center floor. Livid snowmen advance to destroy the world whereas the people are thus distracted.

Mainly the world of Sport of Thrones is a complicated and upsetting place for me, so shout out to the devs for making the sport enjoyable regardless of that. Every character has a special backdrop relying on (I assume) their persona and historical past, and distinctive interactions amongst the playing cards. There are many secrets and techniques to winkle out. A cat to at least one character is greater than a cat to a different. However to me they’re all no person.

Cersei

Cersei has a cool quick haircut now, and principally nothing else. She sits on her throne totally alone; everybody left standing hates her, together with her boy-toy Jaime, however she hates them again much more. The hatred provides her power. It doesn’t matter if the white walkers get her, as a result of she is already an ice queen. Cersei’s each look is a bitchslap and he or she has a large perambulatory swimsuit of armour that crushes individuals’s windpipes at her command. In addition to being an unhealthy approach to perform interpersonal relationships, it’s logistically fairly troublesome to play the sport when the whole workers of your court docket desires to depart. Cersei’s aesthetic is Disney Villain And Loving It. She might be my favorite.

Jaime

Jamie has clearly spent a while having odd couple, we’re-different-but-gosh-darn-it-I-respect-you adventures with Tyrion. Regardless of the high-jinks and comedic misunderstandings, on the finish of the day, they solely have one another. They in all probability owned a pub that was a entrance for a detective company. I’d pay good cash for somebody to make a spin-off recreation the place they’re two mismatched buddy cops fixing murders, and each homicide was achieved by a dragon. They put on fedora hats and outdated timey dusters. HBO, I’m obtainable.

Tyrion

Tyrion is alive as a result of he’s the one one individuals appear to truly like. That is truthful, as a result of from what I keep in mind the character solely ever needed to be left alone and get hammered. That is nonetheless the case, however there’s a military of white monsters that needs to be handled first. Massive Temper for 2018, proper? RIGHT??? Proper.

Daenerys

Daenerys has dragons as a defining function. If somebody tries to do a coup on her on this recreation, she will simply wave a dragon of their course and so they assume “really possibly I received’t do a coup simply now.” She is preoccupied with serving to Jon Sner quite a bit, who she undoubtedly shouldn’t be fucking if historical past has taught us something. Sport of Thrones is a nightmare.

Sansa

Sansa is without doubt one of the Starks. They’re grim and northern and have wolves, besides not any extra. Sansa has been married to lots of people, however didn’t wish to marry any of them. Her eyes are unhappy, however steeled by a in all probability determined previous. Her speciality is forgiving individuals graciously but in addition taking no shit, after which whipping her side-pony again with utter contempt. Sooner or later she was put answerable for Winterfell, which implies I’ve completely misplaced monitor of what number of Starks could or might not be lifeless. Additionally what has occurred to Lily Allen’s brother?

Jon Sner

Jon Sner can be a Stark. Or is he??!?! Once you’re not enjoying as him he’s generally known as the King within the North, however after I really moved him to Winterfell from King’s Touchdown everybody received cross and was like “Why? It’s essential to be at King’s Touchdown!” Subsequently calling him King within the North is a grossly complicated misnomer and I’ll have all of them, and him, below the Commerce Descriptions Act.

$:’( ← Jon Sner emote. He has curly hair and is gloomy on a regular basis, it doesn’t matter what. The actor who performs him lives close to me, and my housemates maintain seeing him on this place all of us go to for breakfast generally. I haven’t but, although.

Arya

Arya is one other Stark. I keep in mind her studying learn how to sword battle, the higher to assault typical gender roles. Arya is now a chilly blooded murdering hard-ass. She has pivoted to sporting individuals’s faces like a tiny, indignant model of that dude from the Texas Chainsaw Bloodbath. Her rule at all times begins along with her sneaking into Cersei’s room to homicide her, after which fake to be her. I think about that it’s a extremely unhealthy disguise, as a result of you’ll be able to’t simply lower somebody’s face off and put it on and assume that works. That doesn’t work. All of the court docket should really feel sorry for her and be like “Positive, we’ll do this Cersei,” and Arya is like “Teehee, my plan is working completely! Nobody suspects a factor!” whereas her face masks rots and falls aside. I’d do what she stated, to be truthful, as a result of a lady that cuts faces off, that girl ought to be obeyed.

Additionally she talked about somebody or factor known as Scorching Pie, and I feel I ought to in all probability know who that’s or was. With out additional context I assume it’s both her riot grrrl band or Curler Derby group.

Gendry

Is a blacksmith however apparently a actually vital one. He’s greatest mates with Arya, from his years serving to out because the referee at Scorching Pie’s derbies.

Woman Melisandre

This girl gave beginning to a person made of fireplace, and now she is a few type of prophet. This complete collection is ridiculous. The sport is nice, although.

Disclosure: Leigh Alexander is a author for Reigns: Sport of Thrones, and he or she used to contribute to RPS. Earlier than my time, although, so that you’ve received nothin’ on me.

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Defenders of Magic - Chapter 3

So, fun fact I love the X-Men franchise as much as the MCU so I’m adding some X-Men in this so it extends into a made up multiverse that I so desperately wish were real for the movies and TV shows.

Chapter 2

Once the first years made it inside Hogwarts, a dark-skinned man wearing an eyepatch and a long black duster jacket stood atop a set of stairs clutching the railing, staring down at the new students. Slowly, he released his grip and walked down the steps, the thud of his boots upon the marble floor echoing all around. He stopped a few steps away from the bottom floor and cleared his throat.

“Welcome to Hogwarts,” he spoke crisply and clearly, “I’m Professor Fury and will be teaching you Transfiguration this year and every subsequent year after,” he looked around at the children. “There will be no screwing here, am I understood? Good. Now just beyond those doors,” he pointed up the stairs, “is the Great Hall where you all will be sorted into either Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, or Ravenclaw. Once sorted you will join your fellow housemates in a feast to welcome in the new year and then your prefects will show you to your dorms. Any questions? No? Good, follow me.”

As he turned his duster whipped behind which seemed to be the unspoken signal to get all of the first years to start moving. Trish trailed a few steps behind Jessica as they entered the Great Hall. A collective gasp rang around the newcomers as they took in the sights around them. The ceiling had transformed into a dark blue night sky with clouds moving over it and candles floating above the that acted as stars flickering in the sky.

“I am so thankful for all of our new students that have entered this year,” a man in a wheelchair spoke from the front of the hall. “I am Professor Xavier, headmaster of this fine institution. I won’t take up much of your time as I’m sure you are all famished, so the main thing I want to reiterate since last year a few of you did not heed my advice: The Forbidden Forest is absolutely off limits, the centaurs tolerate our proximity as long as we do not go into their territory. They do not care of age, they will try to kill you,” Xavier let that warning settle into the minds of the students for a few seconds before continuing. “That is all for now, Professor Fury will now sort the first years.”

Professor Fury stood a few feet away next to a wooden chair with a list and a hat in his hands. Clearing his throat, he called the first name, “Luke Cage.”

A rather tall dark-skinned boy made his way through the crowd and hopped onto the chair. The hat was on his head for only a few seconds before it shouted out, “Gryffindor!”

A loud eruption of cheers sounded from the far side of the hall, Jessica turned and saw Thor and Tony standing on the benches clapping and screaming, the sight made her let out a low laugh before she turned back to the ceremony.

“Sharon Carter.”

A blonde girl walked determinedly to Fury and sat slowly onto the chair.

Again, it only took a few seconds before the hat called out, “Gryffindor!”

Another loud eruption sounded and Jessica was slowly getting over the theatrics of the evening.

“I’m going to have a headache by the end of the night,” Jessica muttered into Trish’s ear as another round of cheers sounded out.

“It’s fun Jess,” Trish sighed. “Let loose for tonight, please?”

“Fine,” Jessica grumbled.

Before Jessica knew it, Fury shouted out her name, “Jessica Jones.”

A knot twisted in Jessica’s stomach as she made her way toward the professor. As she sat down she could feel the hundreds of eyes staring down at her; the sensation of being watched making her fidget slightly under the scrutiny she imagined was being thrown her way.

As the hat rested on her head she felt a vibration of magic jolt through her as the hat came to life.

“Ah, a young muggle born, you are a rarity these days,” the hat spoke quietly. “A survivor for sure. There is a need to prove yourself, one of the most ambitious I have seen in quite some time. Slytherin would steer you to the path you seek.”

“No, please, my friend... I can’t leave her,” Jessica whispered. “She needs me, she won’t be in Slytherin.”

“The girl hasn’t been sorted yet?” the hat hummed. “There is a fair amount of loyalty and the need for hard work, but you must operate in the shadows,” the hat paused before shouting, “Slytherin!”

Jessica ripped the hat off before Fury had the chance to grab it, she stomped over to the table where the green and silver tie wearers sat cheering on their new addition. Natasha and Steve were the only two standing on the bench shouting her name as she approached.

“What did I tell you, zmeya? I thought you were going to be a hatstall though, it took you quite a while to agree,” Natasha smiled as she scooted over so Jessica could sit between her and Steve. “Just you wait, Trish will be a Hufflepuff.”

Jessica shook her head, “I can’t leave Trish. The hat wouldn’t let me go with her.”

Steve wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “The same thing happened with me and Buck. He was sorted first and nearly had an aneurism when the hat yelled Slytherin instead of Hufflepuff for me. Don’t worry though you two will still have some classes together and you can still study together and hang out on the weekends.”

Jessica shrugged his arm off her, “Why are you in Slytherin anyway? You seem too nice.”

Natasha laughed, “It’s the game he plays. Pretend to be the nice boy so no one will suspect him of any shenanigans.”

“Not true Nat,” Steve shot back. “In all reality, Slytherin is the best house for getting what you want mainly because you can learn from others around you and you can make some very good connections that will help you later on.”

“Jessica?” Wanda’s voice sounded from behind. “Can we sit here?”

Jessica turned around to see Wanda’s small figure and Pietro’s tall one.

“Yeah,” she looked to see who would move to make room for her two companions. Steve moved over so the twins could sit down.

“This is so exciting!” Wanda whispered to Jessica. “I’m so happy I have a friend besides Pietro in my house.”

Jessica’s eyes widened at Wanda’s use of the word friend but didn’t point it out. “I’m glad I have someone I know my own age.”

“Franklin Nelson,” Professor Fury shouted.

A slightly chubby boy stumbled up to the sorting hat and quickly sat down.

It took barely a minute for the hat to yell out, “Hufflepuff!”

More cheers ensued and Jessica sunk further into her seat. She didn’t dare lift to her head for fear that she would see Trish’s disappointed face. Professor Fury called name after name, the sorting hat shouted house after house, and students screamed, cheered, and clapped as each student was added to their respective house.

“Patricia Walker,” Professor Fury finally called out.

Jessica’s head snapped up as she saw her canary-haired friend, the last one left, make her way to the professor.

As the hat was placed on her head, Trish’s eyebrows instantly scrunched up. She whispered something that Jessica couldn’t hear, and it took all of Jessica’s strength to not leap over the table and sit herself in front of Trish so she could hear it. As Jessica fought to remain in her seat, Trish continued to argue with the hat, her face getting redder and redder. As she opened her mouth once more, the sorting hat cut her off.

“Hufflepuff!”

Trish sucked in a deep breath as she got off the chair and headed off to the canary yellow table. As she passed the Ravenclaw table, she looked over making eye contact with Jessica. She offered up a smile and despite how much Jessica wanted to reciprocate the action, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“It’s not as bad as you think!” Steve yelled over the chatter that filled the great hall as numerous elves burst out of the kitchen carrying piles of food for the students.

Jessica nodded her head pretending to understand that her life was not ruined, that her and Trish’s friendship wasn’t in jeopardy. Slowly she reached for the food that was plopped in front of her as Wanda and Pietro droned on about their excitement and all of the new things that wanted to try. She tuned them out and wished she was anywhere but Hogwarts now.

Chapter 4

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