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Short story, Hogwarts teacher

Early in the year, when the weather is biting cold, there sat Ms. Stelely. Now Ms. Stelely was a teacher. Teaching where you ask? None other than Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardry. Ms. Steley taught the subject of Astronomy. Teaching mostly during the wee hours of the night, although today was different. Ms. Stelely had been awake far longer than she would have liked. Sitting awake in the afternoon chills while grading some star maps her students had turned in the evening prior. Holding her hot latte with knitted mittens, bundled up in the winter chill. Using a bit of magic to grade her papers. The patio she was on had one round table with a quaint little stool which she sat upon. A bit of foliage surrounding her sitting area. Some knitting working itself a few feet away, looking like its becoming a nice scarf. All was well until Ms. Stelely heard a rap at the door inside. Setting down her papers and latte, Margot Stelely rose from her stool, walking in from her patio through her staff bedroom. Going by her open living space, a large fluffy floor cushion right near a princess style canopy bed. Across from the bed lining the wall sat her vanity dresser, a large mirror adorning the top. Margot Stelely stopped to check her appearance before greeting her mystery guest. Margot smoothed some of her pitch raven hair down behind an ear. Fixing her button down shirt and smoothing her knee length pleated skirt. Another few knocks at the door before Margot walked over to her front door, opening it was a pleasant smile. "Oh hello Minerva, what is it?" Ms. Stelely welcomed Prof. McGonagal into her personal chambers, Stepping aside as Minerva walked in. "Oh Margot, it's that dreadful Delores Umbridge" Minerva sighed exasperated, shoulder slumping in momentarily. "She's just forced Harry Potter off the quidditch team. That woman-" Minerva clenched her fists and held her tongue. Margot Stelely raised her eyebrows and listened to her co-worker rant. Letting Minerva get her frustrations out. "I mean shes only from the ministry. What power does she think she has" Minerva looked Margot over finally, sighed and smiled. "Thank you, Margot. I just needed to do some good complaining before heading back to teach" Minerva reached out and gave Margots arm a small squeeze before continuing. "I'll see you for supper, my girl" . Then Margot Stelely let Minerva go, closing her door. She sighed and let her head roll back. "Alright Margot. Its time to get ready. You can't hide in here forever" While giving herself this pep talk, Margot walked about her room. Slipping her house shoes off and stumbling around getting her pointed toe heeled boots. Searching for her favorite buttoned over coat. Black in color of course, to match her black boots. One quick glance in her vanity mirror, sighing heavily. "It's alright Margot. He's only going to be at the table... Sitting right beside you" She tapped her pointed toe and bit her lip. Hands on her hips. She groaned and stomped towards the door to leave. Grabbing her wand, bookbag, and room keys, before quickly shutting the door behind her. "Good afternoon Ms. Stelely" Said a deep rounded voice from down the hall. Margot closed her eyes and took a bracing breath in. "Hello Severus" Margot spun on her heels to face Prof. Snape. Who was grinning in her direction, with his hands clasped behind his back. Margot slung her bag over her shoulder and made to walk by Severus. Who snidely stepped in her way "Cold this morning?" He asked pointedly, glancing down at her hands which still had the mittens on. Margot blinked a few rapid times before slipping them off and stuffing them into her bag. "Yes, Severus. I spend quite a bit of time outside. Made them myself" Margot rocked back on her heels, raising her shoulders in a shy defensive manor. Snape found himself smiling before looking sharply to the side, inhaling through his nose and exhaling the same. "Anyways, Ms. Steley-" Severus loved how she squirmed under his gaze. "-l'll see you after the festivities"

Later on that very evening. Margot found herself very tired. Dumbledore had thrown a fantastic dinner party for that valentines day. Everything was pink and heart shaped. During the dinner Minerva was talking Margots ear off. Though of course Margot couldn't listen to a single word. No of course not. Not with Severus keeping his watchful eye on her the entire night. Not with how he made eyes at her every time she found her eyes wandering in his direction. Margot found herself during that dinner, unable to eat a single bite. So after that encounter, trying to teach her room full of tired students anything, quite impossible. She was starving physically and metaphorically. Now after all this, Margot felt like just slumping down and sleeping a few days straight. Though when she got to her teachers chambers, Severus was there waiting, with a plate of food in hand. "I noticed you hadn't taken even a single bite of food this evening. I thought to myself what kind of... Friend would I be if I didn't take it upon myself to make sure you got something in your system" Snape was a good foot taller than Ms. Stelely, and found it very amusing to look down at her while she stared up dumbfounded. He glanced at her room door and back her. Waiting to be let in. Margot stammered and then nodded her head quite fast. Searching her bookbag for her room keys. Now, the rest of that night is up to Ms. Stelely and Snape to share. Snape left Margot sleeping peacefully on her canopy bed. He had made sure to close the patio door. Shutting the main door behind himself, tucking something into his cloak pocket. Making it back to his own room admiring his little piece of thievery. Some black lace fabric of covert origin. Smiling smugly, he placed the lace item on his dresser top. Getting himself ready for bed. For tomorrow held another day of longing looks shared between the two. He was excited, for once in his 30+ years, to wake up the next day.

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we're so back

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Im going to actually start exploding myself every time something goes mildly wrong

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me when a character who was completely powerless gains power and proceeds to lose themselves in the intoxication of it before coming to and being horrified by their own capacity for bloodlust

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Looks like something Alice Cullen would ~slay~

La Lune | NO SEASON 2024 - Planet 2 (pt.2) - Lookbook

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It ain’t much but it’s honest work

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Will life ever feel worthwhile? Or feel worth living?

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So so so love the way this is written

Loner

Pairings: Edward Cullen x Reader Warnings: None really A/N: I’ve had this posted on Wattpad for a while, and I decided to post it now just because. This was a request that I got that I had a lot of fun writing with. I hope you enjoy it, thank you!

Edward’s eyes once again wandered to the girl sitting alone in a cafeteria full of tables with open seats. Her body hunched over the surface of the table, her eyes downcast as she stared at a book she held in her lap. There was a frown on her face, though not as deep as the one she usually wore along the halls of the school.

He delved into her mind, which was a creation of the words she was reading, pictures and images of characters and their actions as she mentally played out the scene she read. His curiosity reached its peak when his own face popped into her mind, it seemed she had chosen him to take the face of a character decorated in a fond light. He assumed it to be for the same reason others usually found him and his family interesting, a pretty face for a pretty person.

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I so need some good luck please

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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How I long to understand what cannot be understood. How I wish to be content. How I know I never will be. This life is so short yet I always want to be with you. In every lifetime. In every instance. You are my world yet a mystery. You are me

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Anytime I have any issues with myself I want to talk about with people I never can. Anytime I did in the past I always got immediately shut down and told I shouldn’t think that way. Well how am I going to change my way of thinking if I never get another perspective. How am I going to have a better mind set if I only have myself.

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I feel like I think about you every single day. There’s not a moment in time you’re not running through my mind. You deserved so much more than what you were offered. You should have been given more time. A tremendous amount of time. But you only had 14 years. 14 wonderfully beautiful years. You would have been 20 this month. I’m so sorry. I loved you more than you could imagine. I will grieve you forever.

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I wish I could stick around

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