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Fly Boys and Fly Girls

Riverdale Hogwarts AU

Just a short drabble, no pairings or implications of pairings this time and featuring more Jarchie interaction.

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Part Two  

Jughead sighed, looking up at the sky as he held his school issued broom. He got to the field a little early that day for the flying lesson ahead of most of his classmates. He liked his house, he thought it was fun that you had to answer a riddle to get into the common room and he liked how quiet it was. It was a place for introspective people mostly, quiet and weird people too. He hadn’t really connected to any of his house mates though, not like Archie and Betty and it had him disappointed that he had been right about which house she would end up in. It wasn’t as if he lay awake at night, pining after his friends, he was too independent for any of that but still...he couldn’t say it wasn’t lonely. 

He sat down on the grass and pulled out a notebook from his cloak pocket and ball point pen and went to work writing out some notes about what he had seen that day. He was keeping something like a diary, except it wasn’t about him. In all honesty, he thought he was the least interesting thing at school. A shadow crossed over top of him, “what are you working on?” said Archie, behind him. 

Jughead turned at looked up at his friend, silhouetted a bit by the sun. He squinted his eyes and shaded them with his hand. “Just some stuff, how’s life in the world’s best house?” he asked with no small amount of envy. 

“It’s pretty great actually,” said Archie sitting down, putting the broom down next to him and readjusting his black and yellow striped tie. “The people are great,” he said “and there’s always snacks.”

Jughead scowled and looked away, “there’s hardly any snacks in the Ravenclaw common room,” he muttered. 

“All the more reason to come hang out with me and the rest of the badgers,” said Archie, patting his back. 

Jughead’s eyes widened, he looked over at Archie, “that’s allowed?” 

“Yeah,” said Archie, “Hufflepuff house is a little more understanding than the others it seems, we like inclusion.”

“So, you make a lot of friends?” said Jughead. 

“Yeah, Ethel Muggs, Midge Klump, A boy named Ambrose...” he answered, “can’t remember his last name but yeah, they’re all great people.”

“Yeah, especially being great at being poor excuses for wiizards and witches,” came a mocking tome that approached them. The two boys glared at the approaching slytherins. Slytherins were bad news, that’s what everyone said, it seemed that what everyone said was right. The boy who spoke was Reggie Mantle who was flanked by a very quiet Jason Blossom and Check Clayton. At first glance it would seem like it was Reggie running the show but really, it was Jason Blossom. Jason Blossom was like a shadow king and his queen was his sister, Cheryl Blossom who made her way towards the group of first years that was forming, with her best friend Josie McCoy. They were linked arm in Arm. 

“Reggie, that was totally unnecessary,” she said with a smirk, “they know what their place is at the school, no need to point it out to them.” 

Josie sighed and rolled her eyes, “Cheryl, let’s not get involved, okay? It’s beneath us.”

The two girls laughed and walked off a bit from the group to talk alone. Jughead was beginning to feel a little cornered and definitely outnumbered when Betty Cooper and Kevin Keller approached and he almost sighed in relief. Betty had a quizical kind of look on her face as she glanced between Archie, Jughead, Reggie, Chuck and Jason. “What’s going on?” she asked. 

Jason rolled his eyes, “nothing Cooper,” he said, nudging Reggie, “Chuck, Reg, let’s go.” With that they walked off to join Cheryl and Josie. 

“Do you think they’re evil before they put on their green ties or is that house just cursed,” wondered Kevin when they were out of ear shot. 

Archie sighed, “I think they just think they have a lot to prove,” said Archie. “Thank goodness we have a Cooper and a Keller on our side!” he beamed at Betty and she blushed. 

Jughead’s eyes narrowed, “I don’t get it,” he said. Sure Betty and Kevin were gryffindors which meant they were brave and daring but that in and of itself wouldn’t intimidate a slytherin. 

“The Coopers own the daily prophet, the most important wizard newspaper in Brittain, one of the most important in the world and Kevin’s dad is a famous auror.”

“Dark wizard catcher right?” said Jughead. 

Kevin nodded, “yeah, namedropping my dad has gotten me out of more than a few scrapes.”

“So essentially, they’re scared of you because your dad can send them to prison,” Jughead pointed at Kevin, “and your dad can write all about it and ruin their reputation,” he pointed at Betty. 

“My mom,” she said correcting him. 

“Right,” said Jughead with a nod. 

“So...” said Betty trailing off, “do you guys want to practice before class?”

“Isn’t that against the rules?” said Archie weakly, not really invested in shutting the idea down. 

“Well, yeah but I don’t see anyone being bothered by us just raising our brooms up a bit.” 

“Breaking the rules to study, that sounds like Betty,” said Kevin with a smirk, rolling his eyes. 

There was some hooting and hollering amongst the Slytherin group, they turned to see Jason Blossom already up in the air. doing loop de loops. They watched on, admitedly impressed. 

“Well,” said Jughead, “Slytherins suck but I’ll give them this, they don’t waste any time in doing what they want.”

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Out From Under Her Thumb

Betty, Archie and Jughead  Hogwarts AU Drabble 

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Part Three

Elizabeth Cooper loved her family. She loved her mother and her sister, she loved her father and her best friend, the boy next door, Archie Andrews. She opened her heart easily and cared very deeply for people in general, she even felt herself on the fast track to becoming very good friends with Jughead Jones. They met up with Archie in a compartment on the train, they laughed, Jughead ate and was funny and clever. Mostly she found herself distracted by how exciting it would be to hang out with Archie without her mother’s interference. The eleven year old had a crush on him for ages, ever since they met. 

As she grew up, she had this fantasy that she and Archie would go to Hogwarts together, that she would be sorted into Ravenclaw and that Archie would be her brave Gryffindor. Archie would play quidditch and Betty would get good grades and then one day, when school was over, or maybe even before, they could be a couple? Archie was a little on the scrawny side so she imagined that quidditch might not happen and that was fine with her. The rest of it felt completely plausible. 

She stood between the two boys, fidgeting excitedly with the sleeves of her cloak. “Archie, which house do you think Jughead will be sorted into?” she asked him, smiling once at the beanie wearing boy. They were standing in a crowd of first years in front of the long tables belonging to each of the houses in the great hall. In the crowd she spotted a tall boy with dark hair, Reginald Mantle. She also spotted the Blossom twins with their cherry red hair. 

Archie looked over at Jughead and narrowed his eyes, humming thoughtfully, “I think he’d be happiest in Hufflepuff since it’s right next to the kitchen.” 

Jughead nodded, “that sounds like a great place to be,” he said. 

Betty narrowed her eyes and studied him, “I suppose I could picture you there,” she said, “you seem nice...sarcastic but nice.” For whatever reason it didn’t feel like a good fit though. “I’m guessing Ravenclaw,” she said decidedly with a nod. 

“Isn’t Ravenclaw one of the furthest common rooms from the kitchen?” asked Jughead skeptically. 

“Well, yes but I don’t know...you seem too cerebral to be a Hufflepuff, besides, I think it would be fun if we were in the same house.” 

Archie raised an eyebrow, “wait, are you trying to say Hufflepuffs are dumb? Also, what about me? Wouldn’t it be fun if I were in your guys’s house?” 

“No, no!” Betty exclaimed, throwing her hands up, “not at all, hufflepuffs just have a lot of heart is all I mean and I just really don’t expect you to end up in Ravenclaw.”

“But Betty,” said Archie, “you have more heart than anyone.”

“Archie, just because you’re cerebral doesn’t mean you can’t be kind,” she said. 

“We sure are using the word cerebral a lot,” said Jughead dryly. 

“Attention students!” said the bald headed wizard who stood in front of the teachers table. “For those who don’t know, I’m you headmaster, professor Weatherbee. I once stood there like you are today, excited to embark on a brand new adventure. Before we begin, there are a few rules I’d like to impress upon you this year. The first being that the forbidden forest is as forbidden as it sounds, second, starting this year, the third floor is out of bounds as it is in dire need of maintenance. Finally, in light of the recent escape of Arabella Spark from Azkaban, trips to Hogsmeade will be suspended for the year or until she is taken back into custody.”

There was a murmur of disappointment that none of the first years really cared about missing out on Hogsmeade since they weren’t allowed to go. “Who’s Arabella Spark?” asked Jughead, whispering into Betty’s ear. 

“A dark witch, she killed thirty people a few years back, I’ll tell you more about her later,” she whispered back before turning her attention back to headmaster Weatherbee. 

“With that out of the way,” the headmaster continued, “we will commence the sorting ceremony.” He gestured to a stool that materialized next to him, “we will call up our new students one by one, we will place the sorting hat on your heads and you will be sorted into your houses.”

“Archie Andrews,” said an old looking witch holding a scroll. Betty’s heart skipped a beat and she grabbed his arm with a smile, “good luck Archie,” she whispered to him. 

“Yeah,” said Jughead, “here’s to hoping we don’t all get lice.”

The two of them watched as their best friend smiled, rolled his eyes and walked up to the stool where Weatherbee was now holding an old, weathered conical hat. Archie sat on the stool and Weatherbee placed the hat on his head. “Archie Andrews...,” crooned the hat, who’s folds had formed into a mouth. There was a long pause and Betty waited for him to be placed in Gryffindor. 

“Ah yes,” said the hat, “HUFFLEPUFF!” 

Betty blinked, surprised, the students in Hufflepuff cheered in excitement and Betty smiled. Hufflepuff totally suited Archie, he was hard working and kind and very loyal. Just like that her little internal fantasy adapted to fit that and she found herself loving him even more. 

“Hufflepuff is a good house,” she said with a smile to Jughead. 

“Lucky guy,” he said, “maybe we’ll all be hufflepuffs.”

She didn’t say anything to that, she just watched Archie head over to the Hufflepuff table, knowing that her mother wouldn’t be keen on him being a Hufflepuff. She sighed, she loved her family but they were a bit much. 

“I don’t think you’ll be a ravenclaw,” said Jughead suddenly. 

She looked at him with a raised brow as Jason Blossom’s name was called. “What do you mean? How would you know?” She had to be a Ravenclaw, it’s what would have made her mother happy. 

He shrugged, “I just think there’s more to you than your family,” he said. 

The hat declared Jason Blossom to be a slytherin which didn’t surprise Betty. The Blossoms were traditionally Slytherins. “If I’m not a Ravenclaw, which house do I belong in then?” she wondered and Chuck Clayton was called to the front and yet another slytherin was declared. 

Jughead grinned slyly, “I have a theory but I’ll be keeping that to myself.” 

“Will you tell me if I’m right after the fact?” she asked, Cherly Blossom was also declared a slytherin. 

He shrugged, “who knows, offer me enough food and I might tell you.” 

“Jughead Jones,” called the woman with the scroll. 

“Good luck,” she said to him as he walked up, sat on the stool and had the hat placed on his head. 

The hat was silent for a minute before shouting “RAVENCLAW!” 

Betty clapped a little alongside the Ravenclaw house, shooting a look at Jughead, mouthing I told you so. He smiled and rolled his eyes at her. 

“Betty Cooper,” said the woman with the scroll. Again, she felt her heart stop in her chest. She looked over at Archie who watched her expectantly before realizing she was taking too long to step forward. She blinked, shook her head and walked over to the stool. 

She adjusted her skirt beneath her as she sat down, looking out at the sea of faces, finding her sister’s at the Ravenclaw table before the hat was placed on her head. 

“Oh dear,” rang the voice of the hat in her head, “this may take some deliberation...you’re ambitious, yes, a pureblood...” he trailed off. Betty frowned, was the hat suggesting she was a slytherin? “You have darkness in your soul, deffinitely. There is a great darkness in you Betty Cooper, a dangerous combination for a witch of your talents.”  She was glad that the rest of the students couldn’t hear what the hat was saying about her because she was being painted to be some sort of dangerous person. The hat paused for a long time and she chewed on her lip. 

“No,” said the hat at last, “No I don’t think Slytherin...perhaps but likely not...Now Hufflepuff...you’re kind and unwaveringly loyal, that might work...” There was another long pause and her spirits felt brighter, to be in the same house as Archie would have been wonderful. Maybe this was the house Jughead meant...”No,” said the hat, “far too willing to break the rules when necessary.” 

She frowned, that had to settle it then, she was a Ravenclaw, case closed. “You’re very bright, sharp wit...and yet, you do not learn solely for the sake of learning.” She frowned at that, he continued, “you aren’t detached enough for it, you’re different from your mother and father and sister. Difference is a good thing.”

That left one house, at four minutes and forty five seconds in, the hat called out, “Better be, GRYFFINDOR!” The gryffindor table errupted in cheers and she sat there dumbfounded. How? How could this have happened? The hat was lifted from her head as she went to join the boisterous table of strangers. She sat down and immediately searched for Jughead’s face over at the Ravenclaw table as Dilton Doiley was sorted there. He looked back at her but she couldn’t read his expression. 

She slouched in her seat when Kevin Keller, Son of the famous Auror went up to be sorted. “Gryffindor!” declared the hat almost immediately and Betty found herself smiling and cheering along with her housemates. Not as loudly but just as earnestly. Kevin sat next to her, “so,” he said, “you have a nice long chat with the sorting hat up there miss almost a hatstall?” 

She laughed, “yeah,” she said, “something like that.”

A.N.: It took a lot of deliberating but I settled on these houses. Sorting is weird and messy and I totally get if you don’t agree but that;s where I sit on it. For the record, I think Betty makes just as much sense as a slytherin but I think thematically where I’m going with this she’s better as a lion. This was very Archie x Betty heavy for Betty’s part with more of an implied Bughead. These snippets all exist on their own so like, if that’s your OTP this is a good segment for you! As for my endgame...at this point they’re like, eleven so no romance yet but I do see it being Bughead as a super slow burn. That kind of gives things away but I want to be transparent. I think I’ll continue chipping away at this AU. 

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The girl next door was a witch.

Betty x Jughead, Hogwarts AU drabble 

Part Two

Part Three

Forsyth Pendleton Jones the third had arrived at the train station far earlier than he had initially intended. He was excited even though he didn’t outwardly show it. Getting the acceptance letter to Hogwarts had been surreal, he found it hard to imagine that he was a wizard and yet here he was, about to get on a train and go to magic school. He would have said it was a dream had he not been as hungry as he was. 

With a sigh he readjusted his bag straps and walked back along the platform, looking for platform nine and three quarters. He had gone alone, his dad wasn’t really the helpful sort, not that a muggle would have been helpful in this situation anyway. It wasn’t as if he had a bad relationship with his father, he had always just tried to stay somewhat independent from him. His dad got involved with things that weren’t exactly legal, he didn’t want to be associated with that. 

He was beginning to get frustrated when he spotted a family standing near the post between platform nine and ten. There was a stern looking woman, a man with a haunted look in his eye, a very proper looking, taller blonde girl and a shorter one who looked a little like she was suffocating. Despite being only eleven, he had always been able to see the darkness in people. “Alright girls,” said the woman, “Polly,” she said, turning to the taller one, “you look out for Betty at school. I expect she’ll be in Ravenclaw, just like the rest of us so be sure to show her the ropes.”

“Of course mom,” said Polly, the tall one. The shorter one, Betty, was looking right at him. His heart skipped a beat, he had no plan for being caught eaves dropping. He stood there frozen in place, feeling really awkward. She smiled at him, prompting her Polly and her parents to look at him. 

She took a step forward, “Hi,” she said, “my name is Betty, are you a muggleborn?” she asked. 

He cleared his throat, “uh...yeah,” he said, “I don’t know how to get to the platform.” 

“Why don’t you have an adult with you?” asked the woman sharply, a hand on her hip, “where are your parents?”

“Busy,” he said. 

“Well,” said Betty, “you know my name, what’s yours?”

“Jughead,” he said. 

“Jughead?” she said, her eyes widening, “are you...do you happen to be friends with a boy named Archie Andrews?” 

His brows furrowed and he looked between Betty, her sister and her parents. “uh...how do you know Archie?” he asked. He noticed the look of indifference on Betty’s mother’s face when he mentioned the name. He frowned, not liking her attitude about his best friend one bit. 

“Archie lives next door to me and my family,” she said. 

“Uh, no, Archie lives next door to Miss Mckellen, the cat lady,” said Jughead. 

Betty tilted her head back and forth with a conspiratorial grin, her blonde ponytail swishing back and forth. “Technically, we live between the two of them.”

“Magic?” he asked, a smile forming on his face for the first time that day. Magic was the only possible explanation. 

“The Coopers are a well established pure blood family,” explained the man, not in a self important way, “our home’s hidden by more magic than most.”

“Archie was really broken up about not being able to spend another school year with you,” said Betty, “I’m glad that doesn’t have to happen.” Jughead was glad too and he was glad to be meeting the Betty Cooper he had heard nothing about. He would have been mad about that but he understood, he kept his magic a secret from Archie too. 

“We should get going,” said the woman impatiently, “you all won’t get good seats. Betty, you and Jughead watch Polly go through first and then follow her.” 

Jughead was confused, at the same time feeling happy to be included but also annoyed that he was being spoken to in that way. He slouched a little standing next to Betty only to straighten up when he realized that when he did that he was shorter than her. He had misjudged her height at first, thinking her to be shorter than she was, probably because the woman who he assumed was her mother was so imposing. 

Polly backed her cart up and ran towards the wall. Jughead didn’t say anything about how stupid that was, he was speechless really, was he really about to watch a girl crash her cart into a wall on purpose? When the cart hit the wall, there was no resistance, it went right through and the girl did along with it. He looked at Betty and at the other Coopers, “what just happened?” he said. 

Mr. Cooper grinned indulgently, “your turn next Jughead,” he said. 

Betty put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him lightly forward, “good luck,” she said encouragingly. 

He took a deep breath and knit his brows together, “I’m really doing this,” he muttered to himself as he took a run at the wall and burst through onto the platform, taking in the sight of the Hogwarts express for the first time. He was followed shortly after by Betty. 

“You did great Juggy!” she said with a smile, walking past him towards the train. “C’mon, let’s go find Archie!” 

He stood dazed for a moment as he watched her rush ahead of him. He had known her for mere minutes and yet it felt entirely right that she should have a nick name for him. It felt like he had known her for years and it felt like once the two of them met up with Archie, things were going to be as they should have always been. Betty stopped and turned around when she realized he wasn’t following, “come on!” she called, “hurry up or all the good seats will be taken!” 

He smiled for the second time that day and laughed, “Keep yer ponytail on Betts, I’m coming!” he said running up after her towards the rest of his life....

A.N: Should I do a chapter two? A continuation? 

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I remember when every other post in the Bughead tag was spiteful and mean, now I have to scroll through a fair bit before I see any ship shaming. Been on this ship since like, before day one. I always hoped that one day this potential romantic relationship might earnestly explored, since I was little and first reading Archie. Honestly, it’s kind of a dream come true and I’m so glad that there are other people who are keen on it with me. I think it’s fair for people not to like it but it makes me like, sooooo happy. I’m tempted to write a mini fic/ fic but honestly, I don’t know what I’d even write it about. Harry Potter AU maybe? Urban fantasy AU? Fairytale AU? Dungeons and Dragons AU? 

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Gendrya Drabble~ Shameless Contrivances, #1

Gendry would be arriving that day with her brother John and some others. She didn’t care about the others really but she cared about John and about Gendry. She hadn’t seen the blacksmith in ages upon ages. She wondered how much he’d changed and she wondered if he’d notice how much she changed. She wondered if they would even like each other as they were now. It was impossible to say one way or another. 

She was splattered in mud, although she was standing inside, deep in the castle. The whole situation was rather alarming and very confusing. She considered going to the gates dressed as she was but the level of caked on dirt made her uncomfortable. She considered going to wash the dirt off but the narrator told her to do what she was fucking told and see Sansa for help…”

Fearing the narrator, she did what she was told, looking over her shoulder nervously she knocked on Sansa’s door. “Um…hello,” she said. 

Sansa answered, she looked her sister up and down, “I’m not even going to ask,” she said with a sour expression. 

“Someone…important is coming and I’d rather look pretty than be covered in dirt,” said Arya with a frown and a sigh.

 “Wow,” said Sansa dryly, raising an eyebrow, “that’s certainly saying something, I thought you loved being covered in dirt.” 

Arya scowled “shut up,” she said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, “will you help me or won’t you?” 

“And what exactly do you expect me to do? Find you a dress? I have none in your size,” said Sansa, throwing up her arms in exasperation, turning away from her. It was then of course that the narrator realized how poorly this plan was thought up. 

“Oh,” was all Arya could say, “well of course, that makes sense.”

Sansa sighed and turned to study her younger sister, “I do have some dresses still from when I was younger,” she said, “with a bit of hemming one of them might fit...strip off the dirty clothes and go sit on my bed,” she instructed. 

Arya rolled her eyes and did as she was told, “you’re so bossy,” she said, slipping out of her pants and climbing onto the bed in only her undergarments. “You always were horribly annoying for that.”

Despite her back being turned to her, she knew a smirk coloured her sister’s face. “I remember,” she said, crouched over a chest in her room, digging through her clothes. She pulled one out. It was a grey dress with white embroidery along the edges, a fish and a wolf with scrollwork and snowflakes. The styling was simple. “Come try this one on,” instructed Sansa. 

Arya did as she was told. She didn’t usually want to wear dresses but something about Gendry coming made her want to...that and the narrator was being super unnecessary. The dress fit snug around her chest and waist but was loose elsewhere and had sleeves that billowed out slightly. She felt very pretty. Which was new. 

Sansa studied her, tapping her finger to her chin and humming thoughtfully. “We should cut a slit in the side and hem it just under your knees,” she said, “and you should wear needle.”

“I thought a lady wasn’t supposed to wear a sword,” she said with a smile and a raised brow.

“We’re not ladies,” said Sansa with a proud, stern expression that reminded Arya of her mother, “we’re wolves.” She set to work hemming the dress and little by little she began to feel more than just pretty, she felt beautiful and powerful. 

When the sewing was done she wore the sword on her hip and dark grey breeches and boots and a grey, fur trimmed cloak. She and Sansa made their way out to the doors of the keep when her brother’s travel party arrived. She beamed when she saw her brother step through the doors and then her smile faded when she saw Gendry. 

She knew it was him the minute she saw him and he had a look of recognition when he saw her. People began to mill about and she approached, “cat got your tongue?” she teased tentatively, they used to talk like this, could they still talk like this?

He blinked at her and shook his head, eyes wide, “you...” he began. 

“You what?” she demanded, narrowing her eyes at him. 

“You certainly look like a lady now,” he said at last. 

She smirked, “I’m not a lady,” she said as proudly as her sister, hand on the hilt of her sword, “I’m a wolf.” At that moment nymeria stepped out from a hallway to stand next to her. 

Gendry nodded, “Aye,” he said with a small, fond smile, “that you are...”