SHE'S ABSOLUTELY SURROUNDED BY TOWERS OF BOOKS; TOMES ON ARITHMANCY AND CURSE-BREAKING AND TRANSFIGURATION PILED HIGH AROUND HER. Hermione works on one, eyes flitting across the page as she drinks in the information, teeth sunk into her lower lip with thought.
Thought that is insufferably interrupted as @dcmoniism slides in on the seat beside her. "Go away, Nott. I'm busy," she scolds, focusing on gliding her pen (because quills really are utterly impractical) across the pages of her notebook with notes to brush up on later.
Filler post, ignore the terrible anatomy I drew this before I started studying it 😭
But anyways, that's a random idea I had, I don’t have a spidersona but I thought it would be fun to turn modern Lucy into a cool green spiderwoman !! I took inspo from the metallic green jumping spider, it just suits her too much
@luposcainus said: “You dropped this Evans.” (for Lily)
Glancing at the small little book he held in his hands, she readily accepted it back, giving a sigh of relief and holding it to her chest. "Thank you for telling me, Caspian. This book is special to me." She said, holding it out and flipping through it's pages to show him what was inside. "It's a book about floriography--or as better known in the Victorian era-- the language of flowers. My mum got me into it, but Sev was the one who got me this book as a birthday present." She pauses, smiling at him. "What are your interests?"
“please don’t tell me you’re laughing because of me.” ( @serpentinebrando for the hp verse )
@serpentinebrando
Technically Zacharias wasn’t laughing, it was more of a very light chuckle which he was trying to play off as a cough. Guilt was already riddled across his face when his professor picked him up on this, the Hufflepuff could not lie to save his life, so a slow shake of his head was the only response. Zacharias would hate to lose house points, popularity wasn’t exactly his strong suit, while being called out in class was already enough embarrassment. The Werewolf Code of Conduct had simply tickled his funny bone. To think mangy mutts following rules and regulations, who wouldn’t laugh!
O projeto Bookverso, surgiu são histórias de alguns grupos no universo de alguns livros... Eles vêm em formato de Headcanons, Reactions e histórias entrelaçadas (entre seus membros). Aproveite!
BTS x Harry Potter
Uma série de histórias sobre os estudantes da escola de magia Hogwarts. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jung jungkook...
Okay but imagine after the Battle of Hogwarts and some time for healing Harry gets handed a toddler and is basically told to become a godfather.
So he does.
He has the full toddler sling around his chest as he helps with repairs. He and Kreature baby proof all of one room of Grimmauld before it is mutually decided that maybe getting a flat less coated in dark magic and cursed artifacts is a better idea at least until the baby is less likely to try to eat a poisoned dagger and Merlin why is that even in here? He learns how to love cooking because now he has someone who actually enjoys it, and sure Teddy got banana purée in both of their hair but he’s also laughing and babbling away and his hair is a happy blue so Harry knows it was appreciated.
The problem is is that Harry… doesn’t know what reasonable expectations of a child should be? He just knows what he’s not going to do because of his own childhood and some anecdotes from Siri and Kreature from how the Black family raised their kids and just kinda wings it like he’s done everything else in his life. I mean he stole a dragon and ended a war so parenting can’t be that hard right?
So Teddy ends up like six and fully fluent in ancient runes because Hermione and Bill keep buying him coloring books with them. He’s trilingual before he’s four because Fleur and Viktor adore him and they didn’t get to help their littlest champion/pseudo brother before but they sure can now that Harry’s nineteen with a whole ass toddler. Teddy memorizes the recipe for poly juice potion at the same time he masters pancakes even though Harry won’t let him near a cauldron or a stove top. He can name every magical creature in the Forbidden Forest or at least the ones willing to come to the edges because Harry refuses to go back among those trees, but that’s okay because Hagrid and Fang are good babysitters as long as they have some direction. Teddy is flying before he figures out how to get his limbs that never feel quite right —like hes made of rubber bands stretched a bit too far — to cooperate enough to not fall constantly and is the most terrifying beater imaginable for a three year old.
All this to say by the time Hogwarts rolls around and their (because it’s their now and while their limbs still feel stretchy and weird they at least have the piece of knowing that Harry will love them even if they’re his child instead of his son) core is stable enough to actually cast magic they are eleven casting a patronus charm that is (unsurprisingly) a wolf cub and could take like half of their owls from jump except for the boring ones that Harry knew wouldn’t help them if things went wrong.
And Teddy grows up being an incredibly loved terror of a powerhouse and Minerva swears up and down but the time the first Weasley is old enough to join them in Hogwarts she is going to retire.
Harry wakes up in the dungeons with no memory of who he is or how he got there. While exploring he comes across a woman attacking a girl and acts on instinct. His instincts are... rather violent.
Hermione would toss and turn and huff, with eyes squeezed shut as she desperately tried to will herself to turn off her brain and go the bloody hell to sleep. Usually it took the exhaustion that came with the early hours of the morning before she managed to get her wish. And even then it was haunted by nightmares. Phantom shadows in the recesses of her mind that hungered to reach out and snatch her, the face of those that had been lost, frozen in the shock of death. Some nights, she doesn't even bother to try, preferring to sit by the fireplace with a book and read until she went cross-eyed and the words became jumbled before slipping away altogether as unconsciousness would take her.
She's thankful to Professor McGonagall for having the foresight to stick the few returning students of her year into their own little wing of the castle, understanding that perhaps they would be battling demons that it's best to shield the younger students from, or that privacy may be their greatest solace. It meant the common room was quiet more often than not, especially at this late hour.
Hermione grabs for her book and a knit throw blanket, tossing it around her shoulders before heading for the comfort of the blazing fire. Only, an empty common room is not what she's met with, and she seems to be frozen in place as she stares at the back of a familiar platinum head.
"I might've taken you up on that but I don't think it's actually me you're offering that to."
Naturally, I am sending you ☕& 🧥because everyone needs coffee and a warm coat... and a PSL for (Dana, give that back!) you.
Dana has run off with the PSL but that's okay. She deserves (and likes) it more than I do. Speaking of her...
☕ coffee or tea: describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.
Dana loves nothing more than sitting in her friend Saffron's (@the-al-chemist) vegan café in Diagon Alley, looking out at the bustling street (preferably) covered in colourful leaves and enjoying a PSL from the Gryffindor mug especially reserved for her.
Dylan's comfort spot is on top of a mountain - any mountain - with his dog Hendrix, maybe Dana, and all other people faaaaar below him.
Reva doesn't know chill but Dante's bed is a good start.
🧥 warm coat: share a happy or fuzzy scene from your wip!
They set off toward the Manchester Metropolitan campus still engaged in banter. It was a good hour’s walk to the university grounds, but Lizzie found that time was flying by. It being early on a weekend, the streets were mostly empty, aside from the occasional runner or people walking their dogs. For a moment she worried that the café might be closed for summer break, but when they passed beneath the old trees of All Saints Park and the small terrace with its wicker chairs came into sight, the doors stood wide open, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeting them from afar.
“You go on ahead,” Orion said as she was about to enter the café. He’d taken his phone from his pocket and begun typing into it. “I’ll join you in a second.”
“I was banking on your employee’s discount.”
“Those were the days.” He glanced up at her, a flash in his eyes. “Ask if you get something for hanging on the wall of fame.”
“The what now?”
“Did I never tell you? We printed out pictures of our most loyal customers and stuck them to our lockers to worship.”
“And what would I be on there for?”
“Being a notorious cherry iced tea fiend.”
“You just made that up.”
Orion motioned toward the door, already engrossed in his notes again. “Only one way to find out.”
@dcmoniism said: “ You’re wearing my colors, love.” [ from severus to lily ] // 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
Lily glances down at his green scarf she's undone and wrapped around herself in a symbolic way. A mischievous smile briefly graces her face before feigning innocence. "Oh, am I?! Well, isn't that fitting, what with me being yours after all." she says playfully. "It gives everyone a clear message that I already belong to someone...even if they may not exactly know who that someone is. That is what you want, right, Sev?"