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midnight blue ribbon. - k.tobio

synopsis: muggleborn siblings, (name) and tooru oikawa, were seperated by a divorce, (name), stayed with her father, starting her magic studies at ilvermorny, and her brother stayed home in england, studying at hogwarts. but somehow, her parents work it out, (name) would be a transferee at hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. facing all sorts of new faces, and new obstacles. any obstacle, you would face head on, as long as the crow with a scroll of parchment tied shut by a midnight blue ribbon, keeps tapping at her dorm window.

warnings: foul language, suggestive jokes (of course, these are hormonal teens we're talking about.), fem reader

genres: fluff

notes: SORRY IF THE SYNOPSIS IS TOO LONG THIS STORY IS A LOT.. this is basically a movie-only harry potter fan makes a hogwarts au so sorry if i have misconceptions on how things work in the wizarding world. and for the sake of the story, oikawa and you are 6th years (both are 17), tobio is a 5th year (he's 16). also i have no idea how the dorm rooms will work so i'm freestyling, since j.k rowling did NOT mention anything about how many students there will be in 1 dorm room since how are there 5 gryffindor boys in their year..? this will start out as an experimental oneshot, and if i get asks to make this a series, i'll continue it! (with painfully slow updates), ALSO I'M FILIPINO I GREW UP WITH ENGLISH BEING A SECOND LANGUAGE SO IM SORRY IF I SCREW GRAMMAR STUFF UP!! definitions for unfamilliar creatures, potions and spells will be linked.

you thought silence was bearable. well, in fact, you loved silence, it gave you space to think, and relax. but the silence of sitting in the same compartment as your brother, tooru oikawa, is undoubtedly, uncomfortable. not because of the divorce of your parents, and so many years being apart, but because right in front of you, is a 17 year old tooru. he's grown taller than what you expected, and he's now a man. it's hard to find a topic that you'd think your brother would fully engage in a conversation for. you kept thinking of something to talk about, to break the silence, usually, siblings would chat casually, but you eventually forgot what it felt like having a brother. but before anyone in the room could speak, a group of three boys knocked on the glass sliding door of the train compartment, and welcomed themselves in. the boys are about your and your brother's age. a silver haired boy that's surprisingly tall and buff for a teenager makes himself home to the spot next to you, and the other two, a boy with brown hair and sharp green eyes and a boy with intentional bed hair and a cheeky smile sat at the spots next to tooru, sandwiching the poor guy between them.

"woah, that's rare of you to sit with some girl and not with us."

the one with the rooster hair spoke up, and slapped your brother's back with a little smirk, earning a pained groan from him. the others just snickered.

"heya, honey. i'm tetsuro kuroo, but you could call me yours."

he extends his hand to you, expecting a handshake.

"i'm—"

as you grab hold of kuroo's hand, tooru pinches him, forcing him to retract his hand.

"she's my sister, (name). and (name), the idiot next to you is kotaro bokuto, and this lad on my right is hajime iwaizumi."

tooru smiles at you, like it hasn't been years since you've seen eachother. the train engine makes its loud debut, the horns sounding, signalling that it's ready to go. the train departs the station, and your conversations with the 4 boys continue.

"well, if she's your sister, how come i've never seen her round the castle?"

bokuto examines your face with wide, curious eyes, and with a hand to his chin.

"that must be because her robes are blank. she's a transferee, i think."

iwaizumi just casually crosses his leg over to his other, and relaxes his back onto the cushion of the seat. kuroo smiled, he caught sight of the old trolley witch walking along with a cart filled with sweets, stood up, and bought something for himself. tooru had his head back, clearly fighting his sleepiness, bokuto on the other hand, is busy showing off his chocolate frog cards to you, but all the information just slipped your mind. kuroo returns to his seat, and hands you a cauldron cake in a small, colorful box.

"thought it'd only be right to give you a hogwarts welcoming gift."

you accept it gracefully. this guy's not so bad, not like his hair, at all. you space out, while looking at the box, and you smile at it like it's your first child.

all of the boys in your compartment, slowly fell asleep as time progresses on your trip to your new school. as the morning, turned into noon, nearing sunset. you got a little bored, and started to observe the students walking past your compartment. most were first years, with blank robes like you, exploring around. but one student caught your eyes. A boy with dark hair, slightly younger than you, angrily stomping around with a scowl on his face, a few black feathers flying out from.. wherever. you wondered, whatever could have caused that terrifying expression? but, you decided not to ponder on it a little more than that. you stayed awake the entire time so you could wake your brother and his friends just on time to hop off the train.

the train stopped at its one and only destination from king's cross; hogwarts. you woke the boys up, one by one.

"we're at hogwarts, get up everyone."

the four groaned, and eventually got up, to get off the train, with you following along. a giant man with an equally giant beard named hagrid, guided the students to where they needed to be. in a boat. honestly, it felt like you were in a can of sardines, since the boat you're on is filled with 17 year olds. you looked at the boat that's floating beside you, it's the guy who's running around with feathers up his ass, or something. he's a lot more charming, and a lot less scary than when you first saw him. sitting beside him, is a bright orange haired boy, you could've sworn you saw him as a big, spiky, floating tangerine that someone could've casted the levitation charm on in your peripheral vision. the orange little guy is bouncing around on the boat, causing little ripples to appear in the still water, an older silver haired boy that appears to be a seventh year, holds the boy down, in fear of the boat flipping upside down.

"they're a rowdy bunch, don't mind them, unless you'd love to lend an ear to their extensive, passionate talks about quidditch."

"i don't know about that, tetsu, that little shrimp there's pretty fun to talk to!"

bokuto waves at the boy he's talking about, getting a cheerful wave and a very loud "HELLO, BOKUTO!!" in return, before that same seventh year scolds him. kuroo notices you staring a liiiittle too long at a certain boy, that's now currently yelling at his.. friend? aquaintance? enemy? you don't even know. he chuckles, he's about to say something to tease you for staring, but he'll keep it to himself. for now, at least. the boats start moving towards the large marble castle, built atop an island. the boats dock at a safe spot for everyone to get off themselves, and the first years excitedly glance around, their eyes darting from place to place, with a sparkle of wonder in them. you were about to follow your brother and his best men directly into the great hall, but iwaizumi stops you.

"oh, uh. you're supposed to go with the first years. you haven't been sorted yet, so you'll go a bit later than we're going. and don't fret, transferees get sorted first, it'll be over within seconds."

you nod, and you nervously started to walk in the direction of the first years, nervously waving your new aquaintances, and your brother, goodbye. you follow the tiny children to a hallway, where bags, trunks, the cages and carriers of the students' pets are stacked, up some polished stone stairs, to a large door, which you assume is an entrance to the great hall. a witch stood there, presumably waiting for the first years. which would be the professor, stepped in front of the many tiny witches and wizards, you tower over them, making you stick out like a sore thumb.

"welcome to hogwarts. i am professor mcgonagall, the head of gryffindor house. now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors, and join your classmates. before you take your seats, you will be sorted into one of four houses. they are gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and slytherin..."

professor mcgonagall stood with a graceful, and dignified stature, and continued to explain about the house cup, and its point system, based on the behavior and achievements of the students of a hogwarts house.

"the sorting ceremony, will begin shortly."

she walks away, leaving to enter the great hall. while you wait, you keep yourself occupied with a chocolate frog card, that bokuto gave you earlier on the train while he talked about his full collection. it's a card of godric gryffindor. you were busy assessing the design of the card, when a little girl with a head of familliar orange hair, tugs at your robes.

"i see you have a godric gryffindor card! uh, can we trade? i have a helga hufflepuff one, if you're interested. i have 5 copies of her, so don't worry. i reaaaaally need that one to complete my hogwarts founder cards!"

you smiled, and you gladly accepted her trade offer.

"of course, i'll take you up on your offer. here you go."

she beams, and she takes the card out of your hands, and replaces it with one that's of helga hufflepuff.

"my name's natsu! if you ever have a card of merlin or of ollivander's, you can easily find me if you wanna trade some more!"

"well, i'm (name), i can't completely guarantee i'll get those cards, i'll at least make sure to expand my inventory."

you laughed, and natsu reminded you of your own tiny 11 year old self, cheerfully chatting with your classmates at ilvermorny. professor mcgonagall walks in again.

"we're ready for you now, please follow me."

the professor leads everyone through two large doors, which proceeds to the great hall, where there are four long tables, hundreds— no, maybe thousands of students are sitting at. floating candles dot the ceiling of the hall, you overhear a student talking about how the ceiling is bewitched to look like the night sky. you, and the first years are led to the front of the hall, facing all the hogwarts students in the tables of their respective houses, some looked bored, and didn't bother observing the sorting ceremony, others excitedly waited for their younger siblings to be sorted, and a few people looked interested in the older kid in a sea of first years. you turn to your other side, you saw a long table similar to the tables you've just seen, but a little shorter. there, sat several professors, and professor dumbledore. then your eyes lead you to a small stool, with a hat on it.

"all right, will you wait along here, please? now, before we begin, professor dumbledore would like to say a few words."

mcgonagall stepped aside, for everyone to see the wizard, rising from the main table. it was just something about the third floor being a dangerous place, and about the forbidden forest being.. well, forbidden.

"when i call your name, you will come forth, then you shall be sorted into your houses, but, first, i would like to make an announcement to.. all students."

professor mcgonagall walked up to the center, and talked with a stern, and booming voice, enough to be heard from the end of the great hall,

"before we begin the sorting ceremony of the first years, i would like to welcome a new student from ilvermorny, being a transfer student, i, and the staff of hogwarts, expect you to welcome her with open arms. now, will miss (name) oikawa step forward to have your house sorted?"

you gulped, as you sat on the stool, mcgonagall picks up the hat, and places it upon your head.

"now what have we here?"

the hat spoke. the hat spoke. and you thought your life was magical enough, now there's a talking hat, on your head.

"quite the interesting girl we have.. let me ask you, what house would you prefer to be in?"

"... never thought about it, sorry, sorting hat."

"would you walk a path you create for yourself, or would you walk on the path that others paved for you?"

"... i would rather walk the path i create myself, i guess."

"you'll be great in.. hufflepuff!"

the students clapped, and mcgonagall pointed at the hufflepuff table, for you to know where you now belong. you stared at the helga hufflepuff card you traded your gryffindor card for. would this be some funny coincidence? you sat down at the table, and you were sat beside a blonde girl with hazel eyes, and a boy with long hair, tied into a bun, and facial hair. he oddly looks like an adult.

"i know what you're thinking, with the facial hair, stature, i know. i'm asahi, i'm a seventh year. nice to meet you, and welcome to hufflepuff."

he took your hand, and shook it.

"nice to meet you too!"

you felt like he was easy to talk to, despite his intimidating features.

"and i'm hitoka..!"

the girl beside you, yelled a little too loudly, and students from other tables turned their heads at her. she quickly sits down, and slams her head against the wooden table.

"oh my god, are you okay?"

you panicked, and put your hand on her shoulder, to make sure she's okay.

"god, that was embarassing!"

asahi, from beside you, sighs, and quietly pulls out his wand, and conjures up a spell.

"glacius."

the tip of his wand glowed a cool white, a small blizzard of snowflakes clustered up together, the cold breeze rushing into a cup, freezing the water, and they turn into ice cubes. the silver haired older kid you saw earlier while you were in a boat, quickly pulls out a handkerchief, flattens it onto the table on your side.

"wingardium leviosa."

asahi casts the levitation charm on the ice cubes in the cup, the ice floating seamlessly in the air. asahi lowers it down onto the small cloth that was laid down. he wraps it up, and hands it to the young girl beside you.

"you do this every year, hitoka, that head slamming's gonna turn you dumb, you've already earned a p in your defence against the dark arts o.w.l's!"

"that's because i missed studying for that! i was taking extra classes and i had too much on my hands!"

that same silver haired guy held genuine concern for hitoka, sort of like tough love from a mother. the blonde groans, the faint bruise on her forehead is already embarrassing enough to deal with, but it hurts like hell.

"if you're wondering, the student that is incredibly infuriated, yet worried about poor hitoka beside you, is koshi sugawara, the hufflepuff house prefect and head boy."

asahi introduces you to the student. he's quite the charmer, his face sort of looks.. refreshing. sugawara smiles at you, and opens his mouth to say,

"hitoka's fine, she's always gets like this whenever she meets someone new. last year, she's knocked down a full cauldron of draught of living death, onto a gryffindor student, yu nishinoya. she was partnered with him in potions class. it melted through his robes, and i had to help a prefect carry him to the hospital wing."

sugawara grimaces, remembering the time the potion melted a hole through his robes, and lightly burned nishinoya's skin. the sorting ceremony concluded, and the feast begins. silver platters filled with all kinds of food, suddenly appear at the students' house tables. you, of course, picked your favorites from them, you hear really aggressive muffled yelling from the gryffindor table. you raised you head from your food, and to the source of the commotion, that same duo from the boat, were eating really fast. that feathery, dark haired boy was eating fast, but he gives time to chew, and not look like a mess. meanwhile, the ginger that sat beside him, energetically stuffed his cheeks to the brim with all kinds of food, stacking platters upon platters.

"how the hell does hinata not get a stomachache after his eating competitions with kageyama? i'd immediately surrender within 7 full plates.."

asahi, sort of looked sick. though, you agree with what he said. you can eat no more than a few plates before feeling sick from being full, and begging for the food to digest faster.

"all that food, and none of that goes to his height."

you saw a blonde boy with a brown undercut at the slytherin table, snicker at the two, a boy with grey hair, and the same undercut that looks exactly the same as him, just doesn't bother looking at the two.

"atsumu miya, and his twin brother, osamu. they're slight assholes— actually, maybe a little more that slight, if there's a word for that. atsumu is a loud asshole, and osamu is just a little more discreet about his assholeyness, you know? but they're tooootally monsters at quidditch. maybe them being mean little dudes give them an advantage. oh! and i'm satori tendo, by the way! nice to meet a student from ilvermorny!"

another spiky haired student appears in front of you. and you'd be convinced if someone told you that hogwarts is a magnet for people with weird hair. you just smiled, and shook hands with the guy.

"also, oikawa? would that mean that you'd be the sister of mr. freaky pleasant face?"

tendo squints at you and tilts his head.

"mr. freaky pleasant face? does tooru hook up with girls or something?"

at the mention of his name, your brother turns to your table. he's a slytherin, so he's quite close to where you are.

"no, i do NOT get into those kinds of activities."

he defends himself with a sure and stern voice. and he glares at tendo, the look on his face saying 'if you say anything that's weird and absolutely untrue to my sister, i'll smash your face in with a quaffle.'

"well, he does have lots of girls pining after him, it'd only make sense if he'd done that with some of them. also, hey (name)! shame you're a hufflepuff, i would've loved showing you around the common room."

kuroo waves at you with a stupid smile, but immediately drops it when tooru elbows him in his sides.

"well, that's that."

tendo giggles a little at the situation. later, your house prefect leads you and the new hufflepuff residents to your dorms. sugawara suggests that you should be beside him, so you don't accidentally bump into a shorter first year. your group of hufflepuffs are lead to an underground passageway, the basement of the castle, decorated with lots of paintings of food.

"the paintings are there, 'cause the kitchens and the hufflepuff dorms are kind of in the same corridor."

sugawara says, beside you. this passageway is lit warmly, with torches. despite this being a basement, it gives off the most homely energy. you could hear the house elves behind the shut castle kitchen's doors chatter, and prepare recipes that could possibly be for tomorrow's breakfast. you could smell the familliar scent of baked goods wafting into your nose.

"other students drop by the dorms and common room regularly. it's pretty comfortable, and it feels like home. not just to hufflepuffs, but to all hogwarts students."

sugawara then stops in front of a circle door, framed by pretty vines, a pile of large barrels were stacked in a shadowy recess on the right-hand-side of the corridor. sugawara tapped on the barrel two from the bottom, a barrel middle of the second row in a rhythm that sounds similar to the name of the hufflepuff founder, 'helga hufflepuff'. the lid of the barrel swung open, and sugawara turns to all of you.

"(name), you go first, then i follow. the rest of you first-years, just follow along with us please."

"do i.. crawl through?"

"what else would you do? now go ahead."

you gulped, and entered the barrel, crawling along the sloping, earthy passage that seemed to travel upwards, revealing the common room, in its cozy, yellow glory. the hufflepuff common room is said to 'always feel sunny'. and it really does. no wonder why people love this place, the place has circular windows, that have a view of a vast land of grass and dandelions, the room is just the perfect place to be, the smell from the kitchens are making this place even cozier. there are interesting looking plants, their pots, hanging from the ceiling. sugawara snaps all of you out of your awe, and reminds you that you're here to look at where you'll be sleeping for your stay at hogwarts. the dormitories are reached through round doors in the common room. he opens the dormitory doors, to a stone staircase, one end, spiraling downstairs, and one end for upstairs.

"girl's dorms are up there, boy's dorms are down here. your belongings should've already been brought to your dorms. if there's anything missing, or if there's a mix-up in anything, let me know, and i'll help."

sugawara gestures you up to the girl's dorm, where you find that the dormitory is actually a tower, dorms seperated by years. the sixth years are on the sixth floor, so you head up there, alone. you arrived at what you assumed to be the sixth year girls dorms, there are several circular doors for you to go through, but luckily, there are names on small wooden planks for students and their roommates. you enter the dorm with your name on a plank, and only one other student. 'yui michimiya'. you immediately spot your cat, in her carrier. she must've waited for you, beside your own luggage and trunks, all this time. you immediately free your cat from her confines, and set down her food & water bowl. you notice that your roommate's immediately tucked in for the night, dozing off in her bed.. the lights were dimmed down to adjust to the night. someone knocks on your dorm door. you get up, to open it, and there standing before you, is sugawara.

"madam sprout wants you to be in the common room with the first years, it's mandatory. she'll just hand you the timetable schedules, and some guidelines, and the history of hufflepuff, and what not. i'm sure you already know your way, so i'll just head down to the boys dorms."

he smiles with his lips, and moves out of the way, his arms leading you out of your dorm room, sort of like a 'ladies first' gesture, and you make your way down first, and opening the door connecting the dormitories to the common room. there, you find around 10 first years, the amount of hufflepuff girls and boys split evenly into a 5:5 ratio, sat on the many couches and chairs. you make your way to an empty solo couch, and madam sprout clears her throat to turn the chattering students' attention to her.

"first years, i'm your head of house, madam sprout, and i'd like to welcome to your house, hufflepuff! now, before we go on to hand out your timetables for class, let's go over a brief introduction to the founding of the hufflepuff house, and helga hufflepuff's role in founding hogwarts."

she did exactly what she said, and touched on the topics she mentioned.

"helga hufflepuff was one of four founders of hogwarts, while the other founders, godric gryffindor, salazar slytherin and even rowena ravenclaw chose their favorites or, 'special students', helga hufflepuff accepts all witches and wizards of all backgrounds, whether you'd be a muggle, a pureblood, or a halfblood."

you were trying not to fall asleep immediately, but once the short history lesson ended, she handed everybody their set class timetables. the first years have transfiguration in the morning, and you have potions. madam sprout dismisses all of you, and you and the 5 other hufflepuff girls head into the girls dorm tower, and tucked in for the night. you quietly open your dorm door, careful not to wake your roommate, and you changed into a nightgown, a sleeping garment you thought was corny, but your dad insisted getting you lots of elegant nightgowns, as hogwarts is a castle, and you're a lady, and you'll fit right in like a character from a fairytale. well, he's certainly right about that, looking at yourself in the mirror, it felt sort of awkward, but it also felt right. being a student in a gorgeous historical castle wouldn't be that bad. and with those thoughts, you head straight to bed.

you jolt awake from the sound of metal dropping. you blink your eyes, to adjust to the sunlight, shining from the dorm windows, and you see.. your roommate. yui michimiya. she bent down on the floor, not noticing you, already awake. she picked up what seems to be her ring from the floor with a subtle smile, and proceeds to turn in your direction, and lands her eyes on you, with a shriek.

"good morning.."

you waved at her, a yawn accompanying your morning greetings. what a great first impression. you looked at your pocket watch. 5:24 am.

"merlin, you scared me!"

michimiya puts her hand to her chest, with a slouched pose to make it look like she's seen enough of things that scared her.

"i'm yui, i'm pretty sure you've seen the name on the.. thing?"

she adjusts her tie.

"uh, yeah. why are you up so early? don't classes start at 8?"

"oh, uh, i usually go for a morning stroll, but you could also take that time to freshen up, eat breakfast, and stuff.. sorry if i'm not a good hogwarts tour guide, i just have a lot going on. sugawara usually wakes up earlier than everyone, so he must be in the common room. you could ask him!"

michimiya quickly dashes outside. i wonder what's gotten her like that? you decide to change into some new robes, and get ready for the day.. and maybe make a stop at the kitchens for toast. you adjust your yellow and black tie in the mirror, eyes lingering on the hufflepuff patch on your robes. your first day in hogwarts, ever. you grab your leather book bag, not bothering to check what's in it and you head to the common room, to find michimiya, chatting with an older student in the same house, their fingers interlocking, and they look.. very in-love. you thought she went for a stroll.. but you'd rather not think on it. you find sugawara, on the common room couch by the fireplace, reading a book. he turns to you and he waves.

"good morning, (name)! heading to the great hall for breakfast? i'll come with you."

"i thought i'd need a good meal before doing anything."

sugawara chuckles, and guides you out of the common rooms, from the passageway, to the great hall. only a few students are eating, after all, it's only the beginning of the breakfast hours. sugawara leads you a table where his friends are sitting at. this time, the houses aren't divided by tables, but students are free to come and go from one table to another. you are sat at the gryffindor table, a house where majority of sugawara's friends are in.

"yooo suga!"

a loud student with a small stature greeted sugawara.

"oh, (name), this is uh, nishinoya."

"is.. is that the draught of living death guy?"

"ah, well, yes."

sugawara awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, since nishinoya's pretty embarrased about that incident.

"it's the transferee girl! i'm shoyo hinata, transferees are pretty rare around here. what's ilvermorny like? is the food different?"

the boy with a meadow of orange on his head eagerly asked you so many questions, and his friend pulls him down onto the bench by the robes.

"can't you stay still for a second? don't ask questions all the sudden."

"and this grump over here is tobio kageyama."

hinata pointed at the guy he was referring to. you looked over at him, and you waved with a friendly smile. he just.. didn't wave back? or say anything? he just stiffens and doesn't spare you a glance. sugawara looked at him with a knowing smirk.

"don't tell me.."

hinata looks at the both of them, confused, nishinoya deciding he'll keep to himself, his mouth is busy chewing his food anyway. the gryffindor's breakfast table sort of looked like a buffet, with a spread of all sorts of breakfast food. you let out an awkward sounding fake laugh, then grabbed some toast, and other stuff you like, and you ate your food, in silence.

"where's kei? thought he'd escape bokuto asking for homework answers."

the words of nishinoya's question were muffled, since he stuffed his face with seemingly one of all the food on the table.

"asking? that's borderline harrassment."

sugawara directs his head to a cheery bokuto asking all sorts of questions to an amazingly tall boy, with blonde hair and glasses and a blank face across the great hall, at the ravenclaw table. he makes his way to the gryffindor table, with bokuto sticking to him like glue.

"hey, hey, hey! it's (name)!"

he walks behind you and ruffles your hair. the beanpole sits next to you, and quietly continues eating, silently sending an apology to you, hoping that bokuto's attention would be diverted from him.

"hey, could you ask tooru if he's doing well in any of the subjects? i want him to catch me up on anything."

"oh, sure! nice to see ya again, and enjoy your first day (name)!"

you waved bokuto goodbye, and sighed. you liked his prescence, but you needed a little chill today.

"that was smart."

"thanks..? uh.."

the guy beside you praised your efforts at driving bokuto away, the ravenclaw notices how you were about to call him by name, but you don't even know it.

"kei. kei tsukishima."

"oh, uh. thanks, kei, i'm (name)."

he nods, and continues poking at the fried chicken on his plate with his fork. wow, this guy's pretty hard to talk to. sugawara leans in closer to your ear and says,

"don't worry about him, he's not used to interaction with girls, same with kageyama."

sugawara chuckles, he's a pretty good guide. after you were finished with eating (and chatting with all of gryffindor), you stood up, and pulled out a piece of parchment with your class schedule on it. you had a potions class at seven, it's now currently 6:47 am. you figured you'd get to class early. sugawara, tsukishima, hinata, nishinoya and kageyama got up with you too, all of them, except sugawara going ahead, it's just kageyama lagging behind the group.

"sugawara, could you show me where the potions classes are?"

"oh, i have divination, and i need to get there fast.. hmm.. oh! tobio has potions next, he could show you. tobio!"

he called out to the boy, and he came jogging back, with a menacing look on his face. scary.

"could you lead her to the potions classroom? i have divination, i'll think of something to pay you back!"

he froze up, again. does he really not like you? or is he just like that because you're an older girl?

"... sure."

"i'm counting on you, thanks, dude!"

sugawara ran to the exit of the great hall, waving to the two of you behind him. now, it's just you and mr. girl anxiety. he turns to you with a weird face.

"f..follow me."

merlin, his talking game with women is at rock bottom. compared to your brother, who could charm people to his advantage, this guy's charisma is abysmal. hopefully, he grows out of it. you apologise to him in your head for straight up insulting him. well, maybe his awkwardness is his charm. you two started walking out of the great hall. you're having trouble keeping up, since this guy makes crazy strides with his long legs. you were panting just from trying to keep up with him.

"w—"

you inhale, exhale.

"wait! merlin, you're fast."

he freezes in his steps. you were leaning on the stone walls, sitting on the dusty floor, just resting. he realizes he was walking too fast, and extends his hand towards you, averting his gaze.

"sorry. but we'd best not be late, i'll.. i'll walk a little slower this time."

looking up at him from this angle, he's bloody gorgeous. dark hair, eyes the color of the deepest parts of the ocean, you're almost tempted to dive in. his lips turning into a subtle pout, his unbelievably perfect eyebrows furrowed, disappointed by his mistake. you sigh, and get up, with the assistance of your grip on his hand.

"it's okay."

and this time, he adjusts to your pace perfectly, like you're walking with a reflection of yourself. freaky. you arrive at your classroom, and you enter, to be greeted by the sights of a low ceiling, shelves filled with potions, cauldrons, all sorts of glassware and equipment, and potion ingredients, students bringing out their books and their own cauldrons. professor snape turns his head, he stares down at the both of you, an intimidating energy emitting from him. but really, it's just him applauding the transferee for being early, usually new students would get lost inside the castle before they could make it to class. your wise decision to ask to get someone to lead you to the right place saved you from embarassment on your first day.

kageyama taps your shoulder, pointing at the cauldrons on the shelf. you had your cauldron in your trunk, and somehow its' whisked itself out of it and put neatly on the potions classroom's shelves. you both grab your respective cauldrons and found a table where you could make potions in peace, in the back. kageyama pulls out a chair for you to sit in, and made himself comfortable on the stool beside you. that's kind of him. you looked at the boy beside you, he has his book of advanced potions out, so you grab your book bag, and looked inside. your herbology book, history of magic, DADA and astronomy book were all in there, but.. you realize that you forgot your potions textbook. you look for professor snape in the room, maybe he has a spare book! but, he's quite scary to talk to, so asking him for a spare is crossed out on the list. so you turn to the only option left.

"uh, hey, tobio. could you share the book? i forgot mine back at the dorms, i wanna do some light reading."

"yeah, it's alright, i guess.."

he slides the textbook in your direction.

"don't you need it too?"

"yeah, but i don't find it to be necessary reading before class."

ouch, was that a jab at your habit of reviewing, or is he just this honest? he really doesn't sugarcoat things. you quietly open the book so you could read. suddenly, kageyama places his two long fingers onto the paper of the book, and gently moves it a little towards him. and under his breath, he mumbles,

"i guess i could use some reading."

odd. that's odd. he said that he didn't like reviewing before class, but now he's doing it. pick a struggle, man. you move your chair closer to his, so you could see better. your arms were touching at this distance. kageyama let out a quiet grunt, his eyes narrowing at the words printed onto the paper, his eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be frustration, his cheeks blooming into the subtlest pink. if he's that bothered just by reading, why'd he volunteer to read with you anyways? a few minutes pass by, and class begins, kageyama pulling his eyes away from the book, and sighed in relief. snape warned every student in his class that 'there will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.' and taking turns asking every student questions, including kageyama and you.

"where would you look if you were to find me a bezoar?"

"i— uh.."

kageyama aggressively flips the pages of his advanced potions book, but snape slams the book shut, almost trapping kageyama's whole hand in there, if it weren't for his reflexes.

"take this seriously, mr. kageyama. where. would. you. find. me. a. bezoar?"

"uh.. something about a goat stomach."

"so close, yet so far. you, new student. where would you find a bezoar?"

you jolted, and pointed at yourself with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"who else in this room would i ask?"

"uh— a bezoar is a stone in a goat's stomach.. that can save you from.. almost any poisons?"

"end that sentence with a period, ms. oikawa. but alas, you are correct. five points to.. hufflepuff, and for that poor answer from mr. kageyama, five points will be taken from gryffindor."

snape narrows his eyes at you, before proceeding to continue with his lessons. you put your hand on where your heart would rest, currently beating as fast as a zouwu. and about as fast as a zouwu, the classes end, leaving students with free time after dinner. there was a windstorm earlier today, and the owl post was delayed until tomorrow afternoon. you're just strolling with kageyama and hinata, the carrothead wanted to show you the gryffindor seeker and the gryffindor beater's skills at the quidditch field, and you were making your way there, but a pretty girl with glasses comes up to the three of you, and hands you a poster for a stargazing event to welcome new and senior students to hogwarts.

"you guys should check out if you're interested! now, i've gotta go pass these on to the others!"

the girl ran, she ran at impressive speeds, like she was born to be a track athlete. you stared at the poster in your hands, the two boys peering behind you to see what's up.

'stargazing event for old and new students at 9:00 pm to 10:30 pm at the astronomy tower. food catered by the house elves! (professors agreed to let us do this.)'

there was an enchanted moving picture below the text, the stars were shooting across the night sky, above hogwarts. despite looking so hastily printed, it's still quite impressive. hinata showed amusement and showed amusement at the poster and the upcoming event that happens in an hour.

"ooh.. seems cool! wanna go, kageyama?"

"that's stupi—"

"i'd like to go, free food is free food."

you shrugged, hinata nodded and threw finger guns your way, and anticipated an answer from the boy with hair colored like the night sky.

"... free food wouldn't be so bad."

hinata quite literally jumped for joy, and you three decided to pass the time by slowly strolling to the astronomy tower, since you're pretty far from it, seeing as you're near the greenhouses. you continued talking to both of them, but you notice kageyama stop in his tracks, and he looks up at the both of you.

"i think i forgot something, i'll go back to the divination classroom, i think i'll make it on time if i ever find it immediately, you go on ahead."

as much as kageyama hates being left behind by his rival and friend, hinata, this time he strangely decides to not come along.

"well, you're gonna miss out on everything, since you couldn't even find your quill when you placed it under your book."

hinata commented. he was referencing to the transfiguration class earlier that afternoon, when professor mcgonagall wanted us to take notes, but kageyama couldn't find his quill.

"oh, fuck off."

kageyama huffed, and jogged straight for the divination classroom. when the time came, you were at the charms classroom's entrance, near the astronomy tower. there were already lots of students by the time you got there. hinata's eyes sparkled at how pretty the entrance of the astronomy tower looked. there were floating lanterns, with balls of light that looked like stars in them, and bright ravenclaw blue ribbons and sashes hanging above the entrance. the students seemed to have dates or have brought their romantic partners along. you see familiar faces, like the slytherin twins from earlier, atsumu and osamu miya, with gorgeous girls from the houses of gryffindor and ravenclaw, even kuroo, with a boy that looked like a girl, with short bob hair that looked to be dyed blonde, as the roots of his hair were black. he seemed to be best friends with him, he seemed disinterested in the astronomy event as a whole, since he's just reading.

"woah, good job, g.g.g!'

hinata said, with an impressed voice and crossed arms.

"g.g.g? what's that?"

"gorgeous glasses girl! y'know the girl from earlier?"

you laughed, hinata's got such a creative mind, making all sorts of remarks here and there. kuroo waved and greeted you with a smile, dragging the poor ravenclaw along, the boy grimaces, as kuroo takes his book, and sort of 'confiscates' it.

"heyy, (name)! and of course, hello, shrimpy."

at the mention of the nickname 'shrimpy', the boy beside him, became a little less disinterested, his scowl transforming into a blank face, his eyes sparkling in interest juuuust a little at hinata. you're willing to bet they're really close. hinata wraps his arm around the two tone haired boy's shoulders, and they continue chatting about quidditch, quidditch teams, and if he (pudding head) will continue being a seeker after suffering a major injury. it seems that the pudding haired boy broke his arm in his last quidditch match, and it hit his motivation really badly. but then, it hits you, hinata's distracted, and he's slowly walking toward the astronomy tower without you.

"hey, hinata! hey— ugh, it's no use, he's incredibly distracted."

"haha, when they're talking, especially if they haven't seen eachother in so long, it's almost like they're in their own world."

kuroo crossed his arms, and watched them walk away.

"besides, you've got me now! i'm interesting to talk to, y'know!"

"you're interesting when you're interesting, and that's not right now."

"ouch."

inside the tower, there were tables with roll-top chafing dishes in all shapes, similar to a muggle buffet. the food ranged from salads, pastries, meat dishes, desserts and drinks. the students were at the astronomy tower's railings, admiring the stars, there were a group of students who volunteered to sing on a built stage, dressed in shiny suits and dresses, singing songs in the genre of 'bossa nova'. kuroo had acompanied you in the tower, talking, or rather, complaining about how your brother's a little too charming for his tastes, and about how he's using that charm to weasel away from trouble, and left the blame onto him or his friends. well, that didn't sound uncharacteristic of him, you're speaking from experience, you didn't even bother to resonate with him since it's not like you've never tried to flutter your eyelashes a bit too hard to get yourself out of trouble. like brother, like sister.

but kuroo got a little caught up in the small crowd of his admirers, immediately healing his ego, and let you 'go on ahead'. you're fine with him just talking to someone and staying beside him, but this is still about the third time this has happened that evening. your mind wandered to the location of kageyama, and if he managed to find the item he's searching for, while swishing the party punch you've got in a glass, in your hands. some guys tried to get your attention, but you didn't bother. later, most of the girls in the room with you suddenly squealed. your brother, was fashionably late as usual. 'the best man in the room always comes late.' he always said that as an excuse when he's late for dinner, when he really just was snooping around your mum and dad's stuff from their time at hogwarts. oikawa approaches you, but you notice he has no partner. you look at him, confused.

"thought i'd show some decency and make a good impression on you."

"so you're only indecent when i'm.. not around?"

your brother hisses, obviously embarassed by how you took his words, but he knows you like to joke around.

"i'm surprised you're not in slytherin, seeing how your comments are."

"well, i know my limits."

"you know, we haven't had a proper conversation the entire day."

"i mean, i was busy with adjusting to a new environment."

he nods. then, from his robe's pockets, he takes out a box, one that's old, the printed red color on it is cracked, and he placed it in your hands.

"what's this?"

"the thing you gave me before you left with dad. you told me to return it to you when we meet again, but i couldn't find the right time to."

you look down at the box, and opened it. the specially enchanted mokeskin pouch that your parents had enchanted to share between yourselves, and a note, containing the promise of returning the box to you. you take out the pouch, and you opened it, inside was pictures of the two of you with your parents on vacation in romania, your mother's color changing gloves, and the invisible ink you bought with your first allowance of 40 galleons. your eyes softened at the items, and the memories that came with them, and you looked up at your brother with an emotional face.

"i thought you forgot."

"i certainly almost did."

you were slowly getting used to talking to your brother again, and it felt so warm being with family in an unfamiliar place. you look around, craning your neck to sort out a person in the crowd of red, yellow, green and blue.

"who are you looking for? you have a date or something, eh? eeeehhh?"

your brother squints his eyes at you, curious of who was able to convince his sister, despite your comfortable and chill personality, you usually refuse any advances that involve outright flirting.

"excuse you, i don't have one. just a friend i'm waiting for."

"that's exactly how it sounds like. a date."

"do you actually know what a date is?"

"you're asking the right person!"

you waved violently once you spotted the person you were waiting for—

"tobio kageyama! over here!"

"his full legal name, and everything. also, kageyama? that guy's your date?"

you lower your hand, once kageyama sees you, he was coming towards the both of you, then backs away a little bit once he sees oikawa.

"tobio, it's fine, just pretend he doesn't exist, did you ever find what you were looking for?"

"hey, you're not answering me!"

"oh, good evening, uhm, oikawa..? i never managed to find anything, so i'll have to continue looking before curfew."

"just call me (name), we're both oikawa, so it's kind of weird."

kageyama nods, but the tall toddler next to you is just looking between the gryffindor, and you. sort of like a 'what's your relationship with him???' you completely block your brother's prescence from your sight. he notices, and with a huff, he pushes the two of you away from eachother.

"you ought to stop.. being so.. so... frivolous!"

the chocolate haired boy you call your only sibling, sternly yells, and glares at the both of you, the other students glancing your way.

"what was that for?"

"it's almost to 10:30, so you two best be off to bed in your seperare houses, no boy and girl action shall happen between you kids, you hear?"

"hey, i was born 20 minutes earlier than you, you have no right to tell me what my bedtime is and the professors clearly allowed us to stay up past curf—"

the 20 minute younger oikawa sibling pushes both you and kageyama out of the astronomy tower, from the top, down the stairs, complaining about how he's acting like the older sibling, quite embarassing being babied by your younger by a few minutes brother. he heads back up and on his way up the stairs, he kept glancing at the both of you.

"he's weird."

kageyama remarked. you had nothing to say but you just gave him a nod to say that you definitely agree.

"should we go back up?"

kageyama looked down at you.

"no, i'm pretty sure tooru will stop us."

"fair point, i think that the professors might show up to interrupt to make sure that the party ends by 10:30."

he shrugged. at this point, you two were pretty tired.

"i'll just go to bed then, it's better if i sleep early anyways."

you raised your hand for a moment and dropped it, a lazy goodbye to the gryffindor behind you. but he calls out your name.

"(name)!"

you turn to the boy, a short distance seperates you two. you hummed to acknowledge his calling.

"i, uh.. isn't it rude to let a girl walk alone?"

"no? i don't think it is."

"oh, uhm, see you tomorrow.."

his cheeks were dusted with a light pink, and just awkwardly waved, and he walked in the seperate direction. weird. but you unknowingly turned down kageyama's very vague offer to walk you to your house's common room.

after a long walk from the astronomy tower to the hufflepuff girls dorms, you flop onto your bed, uniform still on, you're not even bothering to change into a nightgown. you rolled around in the sheets for a while, waiting for your eyes to feel heavy and fall asleep while practicing the spells of 'nox' and 'lumos'. the light flickers from the tip of your wand, as you say the required words for the spell to work, you were getting sleepy, your hand slowly letting go of your wand. before it slips through as your hands relax, a loud tap is heard on the glass of your window. you simply dismiss it. then, a louder tap echoes through the room, waking you up.

"oh, merlin's beard! what is that sound!?"

you drag yourself from your bed and assessed the window, the glass has been shaped, and you could barely make up what's outside. all you know is that the culprit of the window tapping is round. you open your window, to see a crow. a very beautiful one, its beak was holding onto a teeny tiny roll of parchment, a cloth rolled into it with very familliar patterns, tied shut into a neat bow, by a midnight blue silk ribbon.

"you got a message for me, little guy?"

you hold out your hand, so it can just drop it onto there and go back to its owner. it did, but it never left your side. you unroll the piece of paper, revealing the hankerchief your mother gave you before you went to america with your dad. the paper under it reads;

'you dropped this, be careful of your belongings.'

and nothing else was attatched. you were wondering why the crow wouldn't leave when messenger birds were usually trained to leave immediately after someone recieves something they brought. you squint at the object reteurned to you, and you look through your pockets to find they were empty. so you really dropped it.

"thank you, feathery friend. you can leave, but before you do.."

you tied the ribbon included with your missing hankerchief onto its neck, and the bird flew away. 'what a strange bird.' you thought. and you decided that was a sign for you to change into your nightgown and not sleep in your uniform.

the next day wasn't so bad, you were a little more familliar with the layout of the school, though you almost were late to charms class. speaking of charms, you just finished the class, and all of you were dismissed by professor flitwick early, since he figured that the next lesson would be too much to fit into one class. you had actually befriended the boys that you sat next to, the miya twins, though they were not your type of people, they were easy to get along with. one of your favorite moments in your first charms class would be when professor flitwick asked if you could magically persuade a pineapple to dance off your desk, and the miya twins just blasted their pineapples off the desk.

"well, professor, ya did say that we'd have 'ta get the pineapples off our desks, magically!" atsumu argued.

"and they did spin 'round a little.. wouldn't that count as a dance?" osamu backed his brother up.

"no, you blasted it using flipendo, and they didn't dance. two points from slytherin."

you chuckled to yourself at their ridiculous behavior. you felt a finger tap at your right shoulder, you turned, there was nothing there, then at your left, still nothing. you frantically turn and find the miya twins snickering at you.

"heya, pretty! ya ready for some lunch? we got great people to introduce ya to at our table!"

atsumu wrapped his arm around your shoulder. but osamu just stays by your side, students pass by, heading to the great hall or talking to their friends. you smile at atsumu, but in the distance behind him, was kageyama, with messed up hair, and a very disappointed professor mcgonagall scolding him for missing transfiguration, while on his way to the great hall. you look at him, he's pretty fucked up looking. his necktie isn't even tied, and he forgot one of his socks. then you notice, a silky, shiny blue ribbon, tied to his pinky finger. that very same midnight blue ribbon that you tied to the crow last night.

".. what the.."

SURPRISE HAPPY APRIL FOOLS I PRABKED U I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS WAHAHAHAHA

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legacyshenanigans · 1 year

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Wizard: *yelling at MC, Sebastian & Ominis, all because Sebastian stole something from a shop*

MC: Nice going Sebastian *furrows brows*

Sebastian: *rolls his eye's* I genuinely didn't think I'd be caught..

Ominis: ...

Wizard: I'm going to have to take your names and report you to your headmaster. I understand YOU two didnt DO anything, but you're with him, and probably KNEW what he was doing..Now tell me, Starting with you *stands in front of Ominis*

Ominis: Ominis..

Wizard: Ominis what?

Ominis: Gaunt.

Wizard: *face drop*

MC and Sebastian: (?!)

Wizard: Gaunt? As in the House of Gaunt? THEE Gaunts?

Ominis: *senses the man's nervousness and smirks slightly* Yes..

Wizard: *glances over at Sebastian and MC, before looking back at Ominis* Perhaps I..I was a little quick..I erm..I won't go to the headmaster.

Ominis: *clasps his hands behind his back, and narrows his eyes and nods slowly* Probably a wize choice..

Wizard: Just..Erm..Don't let me catch you lot around my shop again.

Ominis: *just staring at him*

Wizard: *walks off quickly*

MC: Woah..

Sebastian: Ominis *chuckles* that was brutal to watch, did you see him MC, quivering in his boots, HA-

Ominis: *hits Sebastians arm with furrowed brows*

Sebastian: Hey! What was that for?!

Ominis: I didn't LIKE having to do that Sebastian, but all three of us would of gotten into trouble otherwise..Now come, let's leave.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy drabbles #hogwarts legacy headcanons #headcanon #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanon #drabbles #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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gwendalyn · 7 months

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Sneaking Around.

George Weasley x Reader Fem!

This is a pretty long fic, apologies! Or you’re welcome! I don’t think any warnings are needed.

It was when I was 8 when it first happened. I had just moved to Ottery St Catchpole the day prior. It was an odd place to be, the main village was full of muggles, but wizards were rather scattered around the outskirts. My house was besides a lake, and at the other side of the lake was a tall house, very not structurally sound. By that judgement I knew immediately it was a wizard’s house because no muggle house could be stable with that structure.

Theres something about being a kid, you just go where you want to, not worried about tresspassing or breaking in. Well some kids at least. I sat in my room in front of my radio, listening to the quidditch game. Until I saw a hand by the window. I got scared so I pulled out my smoke bombs I had gotten from a joke store where I used to live in case I needed to make a run for it.

Then another hand appeared, another left hand. Two ginger heads popped up and climbed in the window as if there was nobody there. I saw no threat as these boys looked my age, so I lowered my smoke bomb.

“Woah is that” One boy to the right started.

“A smoke bomb?” The other boy on the left finished.

It wasnt until this point that I realised these boys were identical.

“Wicked.” The one on the left said as they both smiled.

“Saw you moving in yesterday.” Right boy said.

“Thought we’d introduce ourselves.” Left continued.

“Fred.” Right said.

“George.” Left said.

“Y/N.” You say confused.

“Did you forget your name, you don’t seem very confident about it.” Fred says.

“Well hello anyway Y/N.” George says.

“I’m more confused why you didnt just knock on my front door.” I explained. See I wasn’t one of those kids who snuck into other peoples houses.

They both shrug, before letting themselves around my room, looking what it looked like before looking at me.

“Glad you’re a wizard, or else this would’ve been very awkward.” Fred says.

“Yeah. I am.” I tell them.

“Well consider yourself to have wizard friends now.” George says.

“If you remember who’s who that is.” Fred says.

I look at them, then realise the slight difference between them. I point to the boy on the left claiming it to be George, and the boy on the right to be Fred.

“Ok we’re friends now.” Fred says.

“Since you know who we are.” George finishes.

“Even mum forgets sometimes.” Fred says.

The door opens to my room and my mum walks in.

“I thought I heard noises. I didn’t see you two come in.” My mum looks puzzled.

“Oh they did, I said they were here and everything but you were turned around.” I lie to her.

“Fred.”

“George.”

They introduce themselves.

“Weasley?” My mum asks.

“Yeah.” They say in unison.

“Ok. Well thats odd. Anyway I’m sure you’re right.” My mum says, closing the door.

“You must not lie a lot.” Fred says.

“Our mum never believes us coz we do it all the time.” George says.

“Yeah, only sometimes. Our mums have met, and my mum would’ve definitely told your mum that you climbed in the window.” I say.

“Thanks.” George says.

“What are friends for?” I reply, smiling at both, but lingering on George.

Of course time passes. We get our Hogwarts letters a few years later. I’m known as the unofficial third twin for a small while since we pranked all together. Until second year when George and I were alone without Fred for a bit. Thats when one of our classmates pulls out the taunting

“George and Y/N sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G.”

Of course we deny and make a big deal about that bot being the case, but I saw the blush on Georges cheeks, and I’m sure he saw mine when we looked at each other afterwards. George jokes about getting back at the singers.

For a while we made it so we were always with Fred again. To avoid any more awkward moments. With Fred there, it was very hard to taunt us with Fred there, he was definitely more extreme when it came to getting back at people.

That was until 5th year when Fred joined the taunts towards us. Playfully of course. When he saw George sneak into my room the summer before that year.

He came into my room again. This time with permission as both being teenagers we wanted to avoid any awkward situations. Fred was busy doing chores for his mum, so George got bored and walked over, yelling if he could come up.

As he climbed the wood structure at the side of the house and slid through my window, he tossed a newspaper on the floor.

“Back from Egypt?” I ask.

“Yeah it was wicked. Wish you could’ve come along.” George replied.

“Me too. It was boring without you both here.” I tell them.

“Next time, we’ll sneak you in our suitcase. Literally. Not that there’s gonna be a next time, we only just afforded to go because we won that money.” George says.

“Thanks anyway.” I say, looking at the picture of them in the newspaper.

“Got you a present in Egypt. A few really. But Fred wanted to see your reaction on some so we’ll do that tomorrow. Don’t wear clothes you care about by the way. But here.” George said, handing me a small box.

It was a handmade necklace that George bought at a marketstall in Egypt, shaped in a star and made out of coloured clay. It was the opposite of dainty but that’s what I loved about it.

“This is really nice. I love it thank you!” I say.

I feel inclined to hug George so I go through with it. It wasn’t something we did, especially after second year. He froze awkwardly at first, before loosening himself and hugging back. We then awkwardly pull back from one another awkwardly laughing.

“Yeah, I just saw it in the stalls and you really love astronomy so I thought of you.” George says.

Thats when I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I could only imagine how red I was, so I tried my best as I place my hands loosely over my cheeks without it being too obvious. Why was I blushing over George saying he saw something and thought of me? He’s my best friend of course he thinks about me every now and then. Platonically.

I put the necklace on and George smiles.

“Looks wicked on you, seriously.” George says.

We exchange smiles at one another. Saying nothing. There was an awkardness naturally, but it was good. I kind of really liked the feeling. It felt exciting.

The year went on like any other year, however George and I were a lot physically closer. I found myself hugging him when I was happy, and standing as close as I could to him. Now Fred saw how we acted differently, he made fun of us lightheartedly. But he also left us alone sometimes more.

I found myself fixing Georges hair sometimes when it got scruffy throughout the day. He always looked and smiled at me in classes. He pretended he didn’t know how to solve some homework so he asked me. I could tell he knew by the way he said ‘Ohhhhhh’ after he pretended he only just understood. I knew George was actually more stubborn that way, calling things stupid when they didn’t make sense instead of accepting them happily.

He often pointed oit my necklace I wore everyday. Not really when it was under my uniform but I wore that thing proudly every other second. It wasn’t exactly everyone elses style of jewelry, but I couldn’t get enough of it. It being from George made me want to wear it even more for some reason too.

That summer I was invited to the Quidditch World cup with the Weasleys, Hermione and Harry. George insisted on painting four leaf clovers on my face in support of the Irish team. How close he was when he leaned in to paint these made me feel dizzy. In a good way.

He bought me snacks at the stadium, and kept looking at me instead of the game. I kept looking at him when he was watching the game. Studying the reactions on his face throughout the game.

Merlins Beard! I am in love with George Weasley.

I finally realised what had been going on the past year, how I felt about him wasn’t just ‘really close platonic friends’, I was head over heels over him. I realised mid game, and found myself staring at George. Then Fred noticed me staring.

“You finally realised?” He says.

I pretend I have no idea what he’s on about, but I am certain Fred knew I loved George before I knew.

“Whats that?” George said, not hearing Freds remark.

“Oh nothing…” Fred replies with a smirk.

I walk back, watching the moonlight light up his faces silhouettes. He looks back at me.

“You alright? You’re just quieter than usual?” George asks.

“Yes. Im in love with you and I want to get married.” I didn’t say. Instead I just nodded and said “Yeah, fine!”

“Good.” He smiles.

“Y/N’s husband say what.” Fred mutters speedily.

“What?” George says, not hearing a word he said. Of course I heard so I shoot Fred an annoyed playful glare as Fred, Harry and Ron laugh.

“Oh I was just saying it’s a beautiful evening!” Fred says.

“Oh yeah, sure you were.” George responds sarcastically, knowing that is something Fred would not say without a follow up of ‘a perfect night for revenge’ or something along those lines. But he had no idea what he actually said.

The weeks pass by as we head back to Hogwarts for our sixth year. All three of us try to pass the age line for the Tri-Wizard cup for it to backfire. Fred however was not as present around me and George as previous years. He left us when it was just us two alone. George always saying that Fred was trying to pull Angelina so that’s why he wasn’t around us at much.

Then the Yule Ball was announced in the hall by Professor McGonagall. She instructed us to dance with a partner as practice. George shoots a smile at me immediately, asking me across the room to dance. Of course nobody interfered with our plans to dance with each other, seeing that they somehow knew our feelings about one another before we did.

George dances with me as we get the hang of things pretty fast. As everyone else is dancing he leans in to whisper something in my ear as we dance.

“Wanna go to the Yule Ball with me? I already know you’re the one I wanna ask so might as well do it early.” He whispers, before pulling back, to see my reaction.

“Yeah, of course.” I say through a grin.

He sways more with me after getting that answer. As if it was something that he needed to get out and now he had he was relaxed.

The night of the Ball approaches and he waits for me and lights up upon seeing me in my dress.

“You, you look great!” George says, as he looks at me. We exchange a stare at one another.

“You look great as well!” I reply.

We stare at each other for a few seconds, which is great for us, but awkward for Fred, who has not met yet up with his date. So he decides to stir the pot.

“Y/N. I forgot to tell you, he’s in love with you too.” Fred says out loud, before fleeing so we couldn’t verbally harrass him for that.

“Dont mind him.” George says.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been not minding him for 8 years now.” I tell him.

“Try 16.” George laughs.

We try to brush off that moment, but the thing is. Fred wasn’t lying and we knew that. Now we knew how we felt about each other. The night only seemed to get better from there, as we danced close the whole time.

From that night onwards we were inseparable once again. As we always were. But this time it was different. It was more romantic. He often passed me notes in classes, saying things like my hair was nice today. I spent my time when we were hanging out leaning on his shoulder. We hung out together, which Fred called dates since we were always alone.

February came along, that’s when George told me to meet him in the common room on Tuesday night. Alone. So I did just that. Only to find him not there yet. So I waited, looking at the room. A hand grabbed my hand and I jumped. It was George.

“Why do you insist on scaring me like that!” I say.

“Because you’re cute when you jump.” George says with a smile.

You roll your eyes with a smile, dying inside about the cute remark. He keeps a firm grip on your hand.

“Harry let me borrow this, get under.” George said, pulling out an invisibility cloak.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” George says.

We sneak around the castle until we exit, once we get out, we go down to the black lake.

“Why are we here? Its freezing!” I say.

George naturally wraps his jacket around me. But then he pulls me in for a hug. I wasn’t expecting it so im frozen for a second before I hug back. He pulls back, with me in his arms still and looks up to the sky, so I join him.

A few seconds later fireworks erupt in my favourite colours in the shapes of hearts. I look back at George whos looking at me.

“Happy Valentines day.” He tells me.

“Oh George…” I say.

Then immediately I pull him in for a kiss. A passionate kiss which felt like I could hear a string orchestra playing as the fireworks went off. He kisses back with urgency, his hand holding onto the back of my head and the other being used to hold me as close as possible as we melt into one another.

Once we pull away he places his hand on my face.

“Well thats great, because I was gonna ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” He says.

“Of course I do George. I’m mad about you.” I admit, smiling.

He moves his hand from my face to hold the necklace he had gotten me from Egypt.

“I can’t believe you still wear this.” He says

“It’s my favourite. It reminds me when I began to love you.” I say, before realising what I just said.

“I love you too.” He says with a smile.

“Fred was right then.” I laugh.

“He knows too much for his own good about us.” Fred responds.

I nod. Before I kiss him once again.

Time progressed, now me and George were officially together. That summer he climbed in my window back home more often. Some nights its so we could have a snog, other nights just to hang out with me. A few nights so he could sneak me out too, out for little walks at night, once to the beach in the town not too far away.

But he continued to sneak into my room until he didn’t need to anymore. In a new place. When all he needed to do was open the door. Since he lived there with me.

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley x reader

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austinsastrology8991 · 10 months

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> Duplication glitch > Interceptions P2 <

Duplications are what makes your interceptions easier to deal with. If the interception is the blade, then your duplications is the handle > So handle it; every chart is unique to another, and you need to learn how to interpret your chart; on your own. Duplications/interceptions warrant massive insight inside any chart - and im not your hoe I ain't reading yours - I will later maybe; I need to set it up

Aries / Libra Duplication > You are great at asserting yourself and charming others > you know how to come off strong, but also know when to compromise. Taurus / Scorpio Duplication > You are naturally sensual/seductive and this grants you a perception of value/power to others and you should be developing this for yourself, at a considerable rate Gemini / Sagittarius Duplication > Your a natural communicator and your mind is that of a crazy genius. An expert of being mindful of what you say. And those of others. Cancer / Capricorn Duplication > You know how to live tha chill life but also know when and how to work your ass off and live up to your potential. Perfect combination for finding comfort at being the top. Leo / Aquarius Duplication > Your a born star; uniquely visually stunning. Your great at catching everyones attention, and getting everyone to feel apart of your party Virgo / Pisces Duplication > You are so effective/efficient at what you do, it allows you to minimize distraction, and attract less harm to your spirit. You should have an easier time feeling fulfilled with what you do and nourishing your spirit.

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1/2 and 7/8 > You should present yourself well,(1) and be diplomatic (7) you should also be someone worth a lot (2) to the eyes of others (8) This combo is likely extremely attractive (mars/venus/pluto) and thus making you a high value person to the eyes of probably anyone you meet. 2/3 and 8/9 > You should be someone constantly growing (2) especially within your intelligence (3) and this gives you respect/power (8) from your gifted mindset (9) this combo is makes a high value person > especially because of your intelligence 3/4 and 9/10 > You should be an intellectual (3) that is good at comforting others (4) your clear vision (9) allows you to be a boss (10) This combo is a smart Eminem that works hard and gets respect/talked about easily 4/5 and 10/11 > you are very comfortable to be around (4) and your so funny/creative (5) you'd make a good ceo (10) because you incorporate so many (11) into your corporations This combo is brutally honest but people love it because they are funny > respect da hustle 5/6 and 11/12 > You are so creative (5) and your practical in your application (6) of your creative juices > you have a lot of people surrounding you (11) and its because your imagination/intuition is solid (12) This combo makes a creative artist that doesn't turn too alternative to become unpalatable. and their mission is to benefit others >souls<

6/7 and 12/1 > You are a practical person (6) who has others best interests (7) you have a good soul (12) and you present yourself well (1) so people should have an easier time appreciating your existence This combo is practical in their application towards giving to others, and it's because they just adore being a spiritual wizard

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woah its dun > just a reminder you should apply the qualities of your houses to the signs governing.. but given the overlap of the 'duplication' there should be much overlap between the two doubled houses of whichever sign.... 1 more post left > with intercepted planets > Side note shout out to everyone who has an interception > But to everyone who doesn't have one >> check your persona charts HAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAA okay bye

#astrology blog #astro community #astrology #astrology notes #astrology observations #astrology placements #house placements #astrology houses #astro observations

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dduane · 1 year

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One of the things that really impressed me about your Young Wizards work is how you explored the ins and outs (and zits!) of going from 'kid' to 'ready to be an adult' over the span of the books. I'm curious: as the author, what was it like aging up your characters? Did you ever freeze up and think 'woah, is my audience ready for this?' Did that ever scare you as you wrote your characters into various ages?

All the time! (And to the best of my knowledge, most writers are freaked out a lot of the time over one thing or another. But then making stuff out of nothing is always a bit of a challenge. Ask God.)

I've routinely had to remind myself that I've been all the ages I'm writing about... and if anything, my target audience is smarter at all those ages than I was when I reached them. So I look around me and think each given situation through: then write. If I'm in a serious quandary about something age- or time-period-sensitive, I'll seek out someone of the age in question and have a talk with them about whatever the issue is.

As for "are they ready for [a given something]", normally my rule is: "if they're old enough to ask, they're old enough to find out." (Because I remember how intent I was on finding out when i was in my teens, and how infuriated I got at books that would not tell me what I was desperate to know.) In this regard, Tumblr can be unusually useful for finding out whether people of that age were asking (or at what age they started).

HTH! :)

#Young Wizards meta #aging characters up

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charcadett · 1 year

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How would the Gym Leaders and the Elite Four react to holding a baby for the time? Plz and thanks

I am not a baby expert in the slightest. The last time I held one was, like, five years ago and for five seconds. Ended up making this holding a baby, but also babysitting scenarios.

Gym Leaders And Elite Four Holding A Baby For The First Time (Sort of. Kofu and Rika have experience)

Katy

- She’s a natural. At first, she’s a little nervous, so she handles the baby as if they’re made of glass. After about a minute, she’s got the baby swaddled in one arm as she sprinkles powdered sugar on a new batch of donuts. Between reading orders, she has small conversations with the baby. “Woah! Don’t want to over mix.” and “Do you think we need more strawberries in this? I think so too.”

Brassius

- Very awkward about the entire situation. He’s fine to babysit if it’s an emergency, though he’d prefer if whoever asked didn’t make a habit of it, but he has no idea what he’s doing. He resigns himself to not getting much sculpting done today, he worries he’d accidentally leave the baby on a pottery wheel, so he finds a bench and sits with the baby in his lap until their parent comes back. Incredibly stiff the entire time.

Kofu

- Kofu is 100% a well-seasoned veteran of taking care of kids. I can’t imagine a scenario where he doesn’t know what to do. He has a baby carrier at the ready and will continue going about day-to-day life with the baby sitting at his front. He engages with them a lot, casually pointing out the sights of Cascarrafa, mixing his responses with mimicked baby babble or full sentences.

Larry

- Really doesn’t know what he’s doing. He tries to mimic the way he’s seen on television but ends up holding the baby on his shoulder, too used to Poppy’s insistent piggyback rides. Takes the baby to work with him and responds to emails by taking the baby’s hands in his and pressing random keys on his keyboard. It works out well because they start laughing. When it’s time to feed them, he tries the baby food himself. He thinks it’s gross and feels bad for making the poor kid eat it.

Ryme

- Another person who doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she does well. Like Larry, she brings the baby to her job, with carefully placed sunglasses over their little eyes. When she goes on stage, the baby is settled comfortably on her hip. Midway through, she’ll hold the microphone to the baby's lips and the crowd goes wild as they let loose a string of giggly gurgles.

Tulip

- She has absolutely zero experience with children, especially not babies. Awkwardly holds the baby against her chest, her arms making an X across their back, with her phone held between her shoulder and ear. Tulip talks to the baby like they’re an adult, which is endearing to watch, as she tries her best to take care of them. Breathes a sigh of relief when their parent returns.

Grusha

- He holds the baby by the armpits, far from his body, as he tries to stutter out an excuse. It doesn’t work, his friend has already hurried off down the mountain. Grusha awkwardly shuffles the child into his arms; it’s uncomfortable for the both of them. He hurries inside out of the cold. Ends up watching children’s shows with them as if he’s watching a reality show. “I can’t believe they didn’t like Rarity’s dresses. Twilight Sparkle looks like a wizard.”

Hassel

- Surprisingly, and contrary to his raw grandpa energy, has almost no experience holding babies, though he’s more than happy to babysit. He spends the first few hours reading a parenting book he got from the Academy’s entrance hall so the way he holds the baby is exactly as recommended. Plays peekaboo and gets his hair pulled the majority of the time. He’s a good sport about it despite sporting a missing chunk of hair on his scalp.

Rika

- Another baby-holding veteran. I headcanon her as Poppy’s cousin, and I can easily imagine Rika frequently babysitting for her when she was little(er). Holds the baby on her hip as she meanders about her apartment getting some chores she’s been putting off done. Very playful with them, her favorite thing to do is blow raspberries on their belly. Poppy always burst into giggles when she did it and this baby is the same.

#pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #elite four larry x reader #pokemon x reader #gym leader grusha x reader #gym leader brassius x reader #gym leader tulip x reader #gym leader kofu x reader #gym leader katy x reader #gym leader ryme x reader #elite four rika x reader #elite four hassel x reader #not technically x readers ig because. baby. but for navigations sake ig???#i will never know how to tag oogah

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zitrovee · 1 year

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ONE OF THE LAST ONES I SWEAR. Woah im so happy i found these w good quality again. Bunch of sketches, old drawings too, some OC stuff, mostly silly self indulgent stuff

like look at this its so cool i miss trying out stuff even tho it doesnt resonates lots with me. it was my very first IT fanart that was like. actual fanart and not me doodling in my notebooks for myself. insane.

stuff from the book 2 swap au

cringe but free headcanon that simon used to change his hair for grace

oc stuff lastly

plus this i made when i found out simon’s VA also voices the wizard guy from cookie ruin

#zitro vee sketches #vee archives #infinity train #infinity train fanart #infinity train book 4 #infinity train book 3 #infinity train oc #please ignore the captiosn abt the simon ones i was like 16 at MAX drawing these i WAS CRINGE #it made me happy tho look at him in his pastel colors who would have toughths his main color is red and green #until this day idk what to feel abt the rymin as catradora one cause like its ok but i find it kinda ugly? i guess its the try at render #i was reaaaally fixated in rendering at the time omg i have some super old ones where i was trying REALLY HARD AT EVEYRTHING #it was cool tho i was so brave nowadays im scared of experimentation again lmao #i found them ALL yk what i may post them all since theyre mostly gone from my twt account this is my blog after all muahahaha #rymin #rymin fanart

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panandinpain0 · 1 year

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So I've never done a request before, but could I get a Cedric X Male ravenclaw reader. I just finished reading "good luck charm" and im in love

Being Best Friends with Cedric Diggory

Hey! So sorry this took so long, I've been... avoiding my requesting section tbh.

But I'm so glad you liked "Token of Good Luck"!

Me from 10 minutes later: Okay, I can't for the life of me think of a plot for this, so I'm going to do headcanons(ish) of being his best friend/falling in love with each other.

I'm really sorry, idk where any ounce of creativity went but it's left my brain.

Requested by: Anon

Cedric Diggory x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Reader is a muggleborn :)

Warnings: Lots of physical touch (Sorry, its my love language)

(Y/N) and Cedric had met during the sorting ceremony

(Y/N) was terrified-

It made sense, seeing as he had only been introduced to the wizarding world, what

a month ago?

So he was visibly unsettled

His hands were sweaty and his face was flushed

His hair was ruffled from having run his hands through it

And Cedric took pity on him

"Hi! I'm Cedric Diggory! What's your name?" Cedric asked, smiling as he held out his hand.

"Uh- I'm (Y/N)... (L/N)," (Y/N) hesitated, his hand shaking as he took Cedric's hand.

Cedric could feel the sweat on his hand as he shook it, but he shook it off.

"That's a cool name! What house do you think you'll get sorted into?"

(Y/N) didn't know, nor did he care

He just cared about going back home to normal school

And he told Cedric this

Causing his face to heat up as Cedric laughed

"You want to go back to normal school? Why? It sounds boring to me," Cedric had said as you waited for McGonagall to call the new students into the Great Hall.

"You're right, it was really boring. But it was less nerve wracking than this." (Y/N) gestured vaguely around them.

Cedric had offered his hand as a comfort

and (Y/N) took it

And that was probably the most defining moment in their friendship

Of course they only got closer through the years

And their friendship was very physical

The two of them were constantly touching

Holding hands

Hugs

Arms over each other's shoulders

Etc.

You get the point

So naturally (?)

People assumed they were dating

"Hey Cedric," another Hufflepuff came up to him, sliding into the seat in front of him with a flirty smile.

"Hey Axel!" Cedric greeted with a smile. The truth was, (Y/N) and Cedric were hardly apart, but (Y/N) had been pulled away by another friend.

"How would you feel about going out with me?"

Cedric was a bit shocked by the bluntness of the question, but was even more confused as one of Axel's Slytherin friends came up and hissed a whisper.

"Axel, I already told you- Cedric and (Y/N) are dating!" said Slytherin scolded, trying to pull Axel away.

"Wait, what-" Cedric's brows furrowed.

"So sorry about that, he doesn't know what he's doing," Axel's friend apologized, laughing nervously and pulling Axel away.

Cedric was left absolutely puzzled as (Y/N) rejoined him.

"Sorry about that, Ced. Woah, are you okay?" (Y/N) asked as he adjusted his blue and silver tie, looking at Cedric with concern.

"I think people think we're a couple," Cedric revealed, looking at (Y/N) with concern.

The two promptly burst into laughter.

Of course, they were both hiding the fact that they really did want to be a couple

But they'd never tell each other that.

Until Hermione Granger shoved them into a broom closet together.

"Hermione, let us out! I was in the middle of my painting!" (Y/N) shouted, hitting the door a bit for extra dramatics.

"Not until you two spill your guts!" Hermione shouted back.

"We have nothing to spill, Hermione, we're best friends!" Cedric shouted back.

Both boys waiting a moment before realizing Hermione had walked away.

(Y/N) groaned and twisted around, dragging himself against the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"So, what famous painting are you working on now?" Cedric teased, sitting next to his best friend of six years.

"Uh- another landscape," (Y/N) chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He was clearly lying, but Cedric didn't question it.

Instead Cedric picked up (Y/N)'s hand and played with his fingers, noting the brown paint covering them.

"What were you painting that required so much brown paint?" Cedric snorted, noting the amount that (Y/N) was sporting.

"...Dirt?" (Y/N) sheepishly tried. ((Y/N) was very bad at lying, and Cedric knew this.)

"Seriously, what are you painting?" Cedric was genuinely curious now.

"...You."

Cedric's gaze darted up in surprise, eyebrows raised with a smile growing on his lips.

"You're painting me? Why?" Cedric asked with a laugh, whispering now.

"Because you're really pretty, why wouldn't I want to paint you?" (Y/N) shrugged with a smile, avoiding Cedric's gaze and hoping he couldn't see his rosy cheeks in the dark of the closet. "I'm not sure I'll be able to do you justice, though. The reason there's so much brown paint is because I'm trying to find the right shade for your hair- which surprisingly won't match your eyes."

Cedric brought his hand up to (Y/N)'s neck, using his other hand to turn (Y/N)'s face to look him in the eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Cedric asked, eyes bright as he smiled widely.

"What?" (Y/N) gasped, blinking a few times.

"Can I kiss you?" Cedric repeated with a small laugh.

"Uh- yeah," (Y/N) stammered, and Cedric swooped in to steal a kiss.

As they parted, (Y/N) sighed, blinking his eyes open.

"Pinch me."

"What?" Cedric laughed, shaking his head.

"Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming."

You can imagine majority of the school's surprise when they realized the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw boy had just gotten together-

and hadn't, you know, been dating for the last couple of years.

End

Sorry if this didn't turn out like you expected, but I hope you liked it!

Thank you so much for requesting, anon! Hope you're having a great day!

-Author Max <3

#cedric x y/n #fanfiction #writer #x reader #reader insert #x male reader #fluff #headcanons #gay mlm #fandoms #cedric x reader #cedric deserved better #cedric x male y/n #cedric diggory x male!reader #x male y/n #male reader

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galebrainrot2024 · 3 months

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GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 10

Hey-o! Next chapter for our two rival wizards. Hope you enjoy! Half is written from Tav's POV and the other is from Gale's POV

Tav's POV

“Karlach?” Tav’s voice rose as she rifled through her bag. She pushed aside the various potions, arrows, and scrolls to no avail. She couldn’t find it. “Do you still have that ring I gave you?” Tav stopped searching, confident that her memory was serving her at last.

She let Karlach borrow it during a particularly sweaty battle with Auntie Ethel and was meaning to ask her for it since they arrived in the Underdark a ten-day ago. Tav knew there were countless foreign creatures they’d be up against and Karlach had looted enough gear to be well protected.

The emerald ring was one her father gifted to her after a particularly long journey away from home and it was imbued with incredible Magic. The ring crackled with the Weave and it gifted the wearer protection from being both magically and traditionally restrained, blinded, and paralyzed.

It was one of the last things she had from him.

“The, em... the magic one?” Karlach asked, and Tav tilted her head to the side when she noted the strange drop off in Karlach’s voice. Karlach was rubbing the back of her neck and avoiding Tav’s gaze. Her stomach felt sick, her gut gnawing. She took a deep breath, scolding herself for assuming the worst.

If the worst was true, though, Tav knew she could only blame herself. Karlach had no idea the value of it beyond its magical properties. Karlach was known to misplace things now and again. There were more than a dozen backtrackings needed to find her returning pike, even though it was built for that very purpose. It happened enough that Tav often wondered how Karlach had managed in the Blood War. Tav was more than happy to help her friend, though, as there were more pressing things in their brains than a bit of forgetfulness. When Karlach forgot something, she always brought it up in this same voice she was using now.

“That very one.” Tav said in a slow, somber tone that threatened to erupt at any moment. She swallowed and felt her nails dig into her palms.

“Well, you see solider funny story…” Tav’s heart sunk as Karlach began to speak faster than usual and black dots clouded her vision. Tav was unable to breathe as her chest tightened and blood rushed to her brain. No, no it can’t be… “You know how you and Gale had that stalemate going on, and you know how he has that thing -“ the rest of Karlach’s words were lost, the world collapsing into silence as soon as the realization slapped her. Her once black vision displaced with red.

He fucking ate it.

Tav felt the rage ruin her as she fumed, her arms erratically swooping through the air. “He fucking ate it?” The agitation and distress in her voice was evident and her entire body seemed to quake with fury. Her fists clenched into tight balls. “FUCK. KARLACH. WHY DID YOU FEED IT TO HIM?” Tav burst into tears.

Karlach raised both of her eyebrows, lips pursed. Karlach felt the piercing gaze’s of her companions, the rustling to come and check on them. Karlach’s voice grounded Tav and wrapped her in a soothing balm, “Woah, easy - you know as well as I do if he doesn’t keep that orb in his chest fed he could wipe out this part of Faerûn and more besides. I was trying to help.” Karlach sighed and waved away Astarion and Lae’zel creeping ever closer to their conversation. “This ring obviously meant a lot to you. I’m sorry. Had I known, I would have given him something else. If you’re going to be angry at anyone, be angry with me. It’s not fair to Gale and you know it. He wouldn’t have needed it if the two of you had been talking in the first place.” Tav struggled to regain her composure. She knew Karlach was right and yet her emotions twisted and wrapped their wrath around her, focusing their attention on Gale.

“Is everything alright? Can I help in anyway?” Gale said as he walked over, his hands clasped behind his back, one eyebrow cocked.

Tav froze. “Easy there, soldier,” Karlach said, her voice warning but it was too late. The outrage boiled over and began to spew everywhere, Karlach caught in the crossfire.

Tav turned, her face red and puffy with tears. She brushed her hands against her cheeks almost roughly to wipe them as a jagged breath ripped through her. Gale stepped closer to her, the look of concern on his face invisible to Tav and he reached out to put an arm on her shoulder as if to steady her. She pushed him back, her eyes dark. She was losing control. “You.”

Gale started and he held both of his hands up, frowning. “Hey -“ he pointed a finger towards Tav, his eyes flashing. “Hands to yourself, especially when I don’t even know the reason why you’re resorting to violence to begin with. Not an hour ago you were cracking jokes at my expense.” Gale turned around to go, the irritation in his voice matching hers.

“That ring wasn’t yours to have.”

“What?” Gale stopped and turned to face her, shaking his head with exasperation. His genuine confusion didn’t register because Tav was singularly focused. Gale had consumed one of the last tokens from her father. He must have known, had to have felt, the strength of the magic within it. Wearing an item long enough as a Wizard allows the Weave within it to become part of them, an extension of their abilities.

“Stop lying! It is exhausting! I know you had it! Why did you have to have that one! Why did it have to be that…” Tav was beside herself, the emotions drowning her, and tears began to pour out again as she fell to her knees, pounding her fists against the dirt. Her cry was visceral, born of a place of grief and loss that she balled tightly and locked away for the most part. Now, it was coming undone. It felt like Tav lost a part of him, one of the final pieces of his memory. One of the last things he touched. All of the rage and pain that festered within her aching heart was released tenfold as she cried.

Tav didn’t feel anything then. The world went cold and black.

Gale’s POV

He had seen her like this once before. The memory haunted Gale and he had never escaped it’s clutches.

During their time at Blackstaff Academy, Tav and Gale garnered the elusive attention of Mystra, Goddess of magic. Both were able to compose the Weave as elegantly as master harpists and accessed it at a rather young age, an anomaly for those studied in magic. Their abilities were miles ahead of their classmates and many of their instructors.

As they progressed through their studies, it was clear was Gale set on a path to be groomed as one of her Chosen and Tav as a High Priestess. Mystra was not known to take women as her Chosen apart from the Seven Sisters. It was with hindsight Gale understood why - mortal men were her amusements, nothing more.

It was one of the last times Gale had seen Tav. It was their final year at the academy, both hoping to gain the attention of Wizards offering prestigious apprenticeships across the seven realms. To culminate their final semester, each student was expected to prepare a demonstration and deliver a thorough examination of their chosen field of magical studies. The demonstrations were known to be brutally competitive, the spots most coveted only granted if you were exceptional - beyond exceptional. Mystra’s air would need to be about you, as it was for Gale and Tav, so many of the most renowned Wizards would be attending their demonstrations.

Gale would later reflect on that day, one tainted by darkness and malice. One that he swore never to repeat.

Gale swallowed hard, returning to himself as he heard Shadowheart cast calm emotions. Shadowheart was kneeling on the ground next to Tav, a hand on her back, telling her to breathe. Shadowheart turned to look at Gale, “What did you do? Every time she's upset, you seem to be the source.”

“Oh for the love of Gods…” Gale huffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest. “I asked if she was alright and then -” he gestured at Tav who seemed to be half asleep on Shadowheart’s lap now as her body continued to quake.

Karlach sighed heavily, “It's not his fault okay? She was upset with me, really. Gale just… happened to be caught in the thick of it.”

Shadowheart’s look of confusion forced Gale’s tongue: “When I was in need of an artifact Karlach gave me one since, well,” Gale gestured and chewed on the inside of his lip, “Tav wasn’t speaking to me at the time.”

Karlach interrupted, “It was a ring she gave to me - remember? During the fight with the hag? How she chucked it behind and it nearly blinded you?” Shadowheart frowns but smirks and then nods, brushing some of the hair out of Tav’s eyes. “I gave it to Gale, to have so he didn’t - you know - fucking explode. Tav asked me for it…and well...” Karlach held her palms up as if in offering.

“It must have been important to her,” Shadowheart said and she shot Gale a look. "You didn't think it might be a good idea to double check?"

Gale held up his hands again, his nostrils flaring. He took a breath, lest he lose his temper. Still, there was no reason for him to be yelled at - he tried to turn the ring down and Karlach insisted. How was this his fault?

“Had I known, I wouldn’t have absorbed that particular item. Neither of us knew. Besides, I will not apologize for not dying on account of her stubbornness. She could have asked about my condition at any time - you could have too, for the matter. Karlach was the only one who bothered to ask, and it was already over-hungry. I could hardly string a thought together. I'm not the villain, here, despite what you might think.” With that, Gale stormed away to continue to prepare dinner.

The memory still nagged at him, pulling at the edges of his mind, the guilt and shame renewed and raw seeing her the same way now.

#gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #bg3 brainrot #gale #baldurs gate 3 #gale x tav #gale romance #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav

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racfoam · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for tagging me @loneamaryllis!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 12 works on AO3!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

435,768 words. Woah.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Harry Potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

not you, not now - Female Harry, Snake Face Voldemort Soulmate Soul Marks AU

be proud - not you, not now AU Voldemort captures Harry in the graveyard

Harry Quits - A One Shot fic where Harry has had enough and leaves the wizarding world.

the v-neck - Harry notices the change in Voldemort’s robe and grieves over the loss of Voldemort’s v-neck. 😭😭 I'm happy to find this got a lot of kudos!

The Capybara Pond of Harrymort & Tomarry Snippets - A work where I put fic ideas and AUs.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why? Why not?

I always try to respond to comments. I love talking with my readers!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

be proud, maybe. I say it's got the angstiest ending because Harry remains trapped with Voldemort.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Harry Quits. Harry finally has had enough during the Atrium fight and he announces he is leaving. He ends up opening a flower shop in New York and Voldemort is a frequent visitor and they marry at the end! Just a very happy, short fic!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I recently got a hate comment on not you, not now that ended up failing in its task and made me laugh instead. 😂Otherwise, not at all.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write smut, but I haven’t officially published any yet. I write dark smut, non-con, dub-con, tender soft smut. I like writing everything.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I wrote a crossover with Naruto and Harry Potter where Naruto and the other teens end up in Hogwarts but never published it. This was when I was 17 or sth so take it with a grain of salt.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Don’t steal writer's fics, or else… 🔪

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, but a reader asked my permission to translate not you, not now in Chinese if I remember correctly? Anyway, I hope they tag me so I can see it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I did with an online friend but we haven’t published it.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Harrymort. I prefer Snake Face Voldemort with Harry, but Tomarry & Tomarrymort also shares first place.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Maybe be proud… mostly cus of all the smut scenes I need to write. It's planned for 10 chapters max yet I can't seem to get to writing them... 😔

16. What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions and emotions.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue! Curse you, dialogue!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's cool, especially if you do a pop-up translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially, Harry Potter.

20. Favourite fics you’ve written?

It has to be not you, not now. I am so proud of the graveyard and everything else. I put my all into this fic, it's the best of my writing and keeps pulling out the best stuff from me. It was my first ever fic and I am so happy so many people like it. I made so many friends with this fic and I am so happy I published it and I love writing it.

I also love be proud because it explores what would have happened had Voldemort managed to capture Harry on the graveyard.

Tagging @limonium-anemos @cindle-writes @mayfriend @isalisewrites @mosiva @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @mishqua @shouldertallabyss @maidenwychelm @purplewitch156 @ginnruin @skaelds @latteloves @duplicitywrites @mrmxlemons @itsevanffs @cannibalinc @monsieurclavier @liquidluckandstuff @aglassroseneverfades @cordeliawrites @pinktom and whoever wants to join!

#tag game

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emotionalsupporthufflefluff · 1 year

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fancy plans that invite disaster

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (MC = Eliza Fig, Gryffindor) part eight of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: The group begins to plan, until the plan becomes too dangerous to Ominis. You find out there will always be consequences for your actions.

A/N: shorter chapter, sorry, but a lot happens! Hope this doesn't seem too rushed or not detailed enough, but I'm pretty sure this is paced well enough. I hope the sequence of events isn't confusing as well, as the timeline sort of jumps around!

“Azkaban?” Garreth exclaims, a panicked look crossing his face. He begins shaking his head quickly, raising his hands in mock surrender, “Woah, woah, woah. Now hold on just a moment. We’re talking about a student, someone our age. Not some random poacher or dark wizard!”

“Technically,” Poppy inserted with a wince, “She is a dark wizard, and she’s not going to be a student for much longer.”

“And she’s not a child,” Natty inputs, placing her hands on the table in front of her. “She may still be a student like us, but she’s eighteen already. She’s an adult, and she should be tried as an adult.”

You were quiet amidst the back-and-forth, biting your lip in contemplation. Did Eliza really deserve Azkaban? Although, that’s what the whole prison was made for, and the spells were called Unforgivables for a reason. You begin to nervously tap your foot, then feel Ominis pull you closer to his side in reassurance.

“Sure, but guys- we’re talking about Eliza right now. The woman who defeated Ranrok in her fifth year, the same year she discovered her powers. Everyone loves her, she’s extremely powerful, and who knows what kind of allies she has inside the Ministry at this point! Merlin, even her own father worked closely with the Ministry, if she didn’t have someone on the inside then I’d eat my sock!” Garreth’s rant came to an end with a huff, and everyone fell silent as they thought it over.

“Then we have to make it beyond a reasonable doubt that she needs to be arrested.” Natty’s voice was serious as she spoke, looking up to lock eyes with each member of the group one after the other. “We have to get her to cast an Unforgivable in front of an Auror.”

“How in Salazar’s name are we meant to do that?” Sebastian finally spoke up in disbelief, crossing his arms impatiently.

"We know her motivations," Natty begins, looking down at the table in thought, "That she hates poachers, thinks they deserve it."

"Are we really advocating for her using another Unforgivable?" Poppy bites her lip anxiously, fidgeting with her hands. "I mean, to get her caught she has to cast it. That means that someone would be tortured just to get her arrested."

"I hate the idea too, so if anyone has a better one then let me know." Natty scans the group of friends once more, expression solemn. No one speaks up, and you wrack your brain for any other answer. Surely you all weren't trying to get someone tortured, then you'd be the same as her.

"Wait," You whisper, nervously glancing at Ominis before looking back at the group. "I have an idea…"

“Natty!”

You’re head shot up in fright at the sound of her voice, and you watch as Eliza lands a broom in the middle of the Transfiguration courtyard, running over to where you stood, arm-in-arm, with Natty. You had been passing through on your way to Herbalism class together when she practically appeared out of nowhere. She had a tendency to do that.

“No,” Natty murmurs, pulling your arm with her as she speeds her walking, pushing toward the Central Hall with renewed vigour. “I’m not ready.”

“Natty, hey wait!”

“Nat, maybe we should-”

“No,” Natty repeats with emphasis, practically dragging you along now. You tried to match her steps, then were yanked back by that same arm. You turn to notice Eliza’s hand around Natty’s other arm, a confused expression in place.

“Natty, please talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“But,” Eliza turns her attention to me, her face falling into an intense expression, “I thought you said-”

“They did tell me, Eliza,” Natty inputted, taking her arm back from you to instead step in front of you. “They told me how you stood by and let that happen.”

“Natty, no, please. Just let me explain!” You could see Eliza’s face over Natty’s shoulder, her eyes beginning to tear up.

“There’s nothing more to explain.” Natty’s voice sounded final, devoid of emotion. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to hear her sound like that again.

“Yes, there is. Please, just-” Natty ignores Eliza’s pleas, turning and pushing her way into Central Hall. You stood there, shell-shocked at the scene that had just happened before you. A tear slipped down Eliza’s cheek, but she no longer looked sad or desperate. She looked furious. “You.”

“Eliza, I told her as you asked-”

“It’s you. I don’t know what you said, but to take her away? To take the love of my life away?” Eliza walked forward and roughly grabbed the front of your robes, dragging you in closer. “I didn’t know someone so evil could walk the halls of Hogwarts, but by Merlin, I will make you regret ever stepping foot in this castle.”

You swallowed roughly, breath coming in pants. Fear tightened your stomach, and you tried to stutter out a response, “Eliza, listen to me, I told her what you said but I don’t control Nat. No one can control her-”

“Fine,” Eliza pushes you away, snarling at you, and continues as if you didn’t even speak. “If you want to take the one thing I love away, then I’ll do the same to you. You’ll regret ever crossing me.” Your eyes widened at the threat, reaching forward to try something, anything, to get her to change her mind. Your hand misses its mark as Eliza takes a step back and twists on her heel, disappearing in a flash.

“No,” Ominis interrupts, turning to face you completely. “You are not going to use yourself as bait.”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense, really.” You huff out a breath, seeing the disbelief across the faces of all of your friends. “I’m not going to advocate for more Unforgivables to be cast, especially if we’re going to make her cast it just to get caught. If she’s to get caught, she’s going to get caught casting it of her own will.”

“Yeah, we’ve agreed on that much,” Sebastian inserts, walking slowly around the table. “What we don’t understand is why it has to be cast on you.”

“Well, I’m not going to lead her to some random poacher to get tortured!” You huff, crossing your arms. “Look, I was told about what happened in the Scriptorium. If I let myself get hit by it-”

“No,” Ominis repeats, shaking his head quickly. “If anyone of us is going to sacrifice ourselves, it’ll be me. Anyone but you.”

“She won’t hurt you. Any of you.” You meet each of their eyes- aside from Ominis, whose hand you take instead. “She’s not mad at you. She considers you friends. But me?”

“This is a bad idea, Y/N.” Sebastian’s voice sounded final, but finally, someone else spoke up in your favour.

“I can see it,” Garreth begins, holding a hand to his chin. “Tempt her, make her think everything is their fault.”

“That won’t be difficult,” Natty inserts, straightening up and crossing her arms, “She already does think that.”

“This does not need to be discussed,” Ominis tries to interrupt, but you move to stand in front of him.

“Exactly, so we do something to push it even farther. What else does she have? What would push her over the edge?”

“I’m not sure,” Garreth begins before Natty interrupts once again.

“Me.” You nod, locking eyes with her.

“Yeah, she was pretty adamant that you, especially, are one of the people I tell. She wanted things to be better between you two.”

“So we let her know that I just hate her even more.” Natty shrugs, eyes falling to the table.

“Would she really blame Y/N just for that though?”

“Eliza doesn’t need to be blaming Y/N for anything,” Ominis begins again, coming to stand next to you. You squeeze his hand in yours, taking a deep breath.

“So I take her place.” They both look to you again to continue, and you nod along. “Eliza thinks I’m here to take her spot, essentially, right? So I do that. I walk Natty to classes and hang out with Garreth more. I don’t know- be friends with more Gryffindors?” You chuckle blandly, “It’d help if I knew anything about the woman.”

“She likes Transfiguration class, I think she’s friends with Garreth’s aunt.”

“Stop!” Ominis yells out, pushing you away from the table and stepping between you and the group. He leans in close to whisper, panic etched across his face. “This is absolutely too dangerous. We don’t know which Unforgivable she’ll use in the first place, and you don’t need to be anywhere near any of them to begin with.”

Your chest tightens in guilt, scanning the obvious worry on his face. You wait too long, choking on the words that you need to do this, you’d likely do it even if he didn’t know- Ominis eventually takes both of your hands and raises them to his face, placing a gentle kiss on each. Your shoulders fall slowly, and your next words are whispered for him.

“Ok, I won’t do it.”

You were laughing with Imelda and Garreth in the Central Hall, walking outside with brooms slung across your shoulders. Eliza was rushing past, and you back up quickly once spotting her. Garreth grabs your arm, forcing you to halt your retreat. He sends you a look and you gulp, nodding. Imelda hardly even noticed the interaction, only slowly enough to let you catch back up and then continue on. She was running commentary on the last Quidditch game, trying to decide which manoeuvre she needed to practice with more.

“See, my feint was pretty horrid- but that was against Ravenclaw. It’s Hufflepuff this time, and I don’t think feinting will be the strongest- hey, are you even listening to me?”

“Of course we are, Imelda,” Garreth reassured her with a pat on her shoulder, stretching from your other side. You tried to walk forward with a poker face, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to think up any response to Imelda’s Quidditch talk while also trying to project false confidence.

“Wow, Imelda.” The three of you turn at the same time, your eyes locking with Eliza. This was the middle of the Central Hall- she wouldn’t try anything here, right? “Mucking with the mudbloods now? How would your family feel about that?” The slur was a spear to your chest, and sure you’ve heard it before but not recently. Not since starting this year and becoming friends with your current friend group. Looking over at Imelda, you could see hurt and confusion all laced together across her face.

“Wait, Eliza? What-” She moves to stand on her other foot, seeming off-balanced. “I thought you were different than that? Granted, I’ve only ever met you on the track.” She shakes her head, looking to see you, then lifts her gaze toward Garreth. “C’mon guys, no use wasting time on this worthless person.” She then just turns and walks away, as if it were that easy.

With Garreth nudging you to follow, you turn as well and begin to walk away. There’s something there about turning your back on your enemy, but it actually worked. It really was that easy, to turn and walk away from Eliza. Maybe if you were Imelda or Garreth. Luckily, you had both of them flanking you. However, from then on you could spot Imelda sending you concentrated looks, almost as if she was trying to figure something out.

Breakfast in the Great Hall was a relaxed affair, and with such you’ve been able to eat your breakfast at the Slytherin’s table every morning since befriending Ominis. Sebastian always sat across from you, Ominis to your right, and Imelda right across from him. The four of you would always joke, and Imelda would wait for the newspaper to fall from the owls before immediately scanning the sports pages like her life depended on it. The rest of you hardly ever got mail- aside from Sebastian’s once-a-week letter from Anne. She was currently living under constant mediwix care nowadays, and Sebastian was anxious to graduate so he could more easily follow leads that could give him the cure.

A letter dropped in front of Ominis, halting the conversation between you and Sebastian. Imelda was already absorbed in her papers, and Ominis had frozen the moment the letter had touched the table. From your spot next to him, all you could really see was the fancy script and Ominis’ name.

“Ominis, you know there’s-”

“Yes, I know Sebastian.” Ominis slowly reached forward, taking told of the letter and pulling it under the table. He retrieved his wand from the table, bringing it under as well. You turned a confused expression toward Sebastian, who was quick to explain in mumbles.

“Ominis does this when he doesn’t want anyone sneaking a peek at his letter. He’ll just tap his wand to the letter and have his spell read the words into his ear.” He falls silent and you both wait, anxiously looking over to Ominis to try and discern any type of reaction. Finally, Ominis sucks in a harsh gasp, and Sebastian widens his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Did something happen? Who sent you the letter Ominis?” Your questions were quick, and you could hear the panic in your own voice. You couldn’t regret it, though, when Ominis’ face looked so stricken.

“That was my mother,” Ominis whispered, eyes staring blankly forward. He sounded both breathless and confused, then started shaking his head. “She- but she told me before-”

“Do we need to go somewhere safe, Ominis?”

“She told me she wouldn’t be setting me up. That I was too defective for- but then who requested me?”

“Requested you?” You question him more, reaching a hand out to grab his arm. “What are you talking about?” He finally turns his face in your direction, expression falling into something grief-stricken.

“My mother has arranged for me to marry.”

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt #gender neutral reader #hufflepuff reader #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #poppy sweeting #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow #oc: eliza fig #natty onai #natsai onai

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