superconductivebean - Tumblr blog

superconductivebean · 18 hours ago

Text

#1700: Julia V. Wright: Her Quenta Card

I cannot believe I am posting this at last!! My HL MC, Julia Wright.

#fic tag || spotify playlist || pinterest board || #her own tag || shitpost

Wall of text ahead. Mandatory warning: English isn't my first language.

Basic Information

Full name: Julia Vivienne Bouwens / Viljormurdottír / Wright / Sharp being of the Dutch-Faroese descent, a Half-Blood, and after two adoptions, she acquired a menagerie of last names. She can add Imelda and Poppy's last names to the roster after they got together. Goes by Viljormurdottír past a certain point in life. Nickname: Julie-bee [1], Princess [2], Wright [3], child [4]. [1] — by Poppy [2] — by Imelda, de Vries, and Maurice [3] — by Vera, Aesop, Imelda, and basically everyone else [4] — by the Ashwinders Gender: female Species: human Date of birth: 22/04/1875 Nationality: Dutch-Faroese She was born on her father's trading sail somewhere in the North sea whilst it had been heading south, to the Netherlands, past coasts of Yorkshire. Blood status: Half-Blood Her father was a muggle seafarer from Faroe Islands, her mother was a Master of Potions of some notoriety from the Netherlands. Wand: Rowan, 10", Surprisingly Swishy.

Appearance

Hair colour: Auburn Hairstyle: Wavy locks, styled to look barely governable. Used to wear long hair, but had to shave it to scalp after had a headful of lice few months prior starting Hogwarts. Eye colour: Grey Skin tone: Pinky pale to sickly pale, depending on the day, time of year, lighting, her well-being, and what she’s doing. Her skin is also quite thin; sometimes it acquires blue-ish tint. Height: around 1.6m in school, 1.8m in adult years. The very last hit of pubescent growth caused her to become few more centimetres taller (however, Nurse Blainly blamed her potions experiments for it). Julia doesn't look particularly healthy because of this change, and it made her susceptant to cold more than she already was. Weight: around 74kg in her 20s. Clothing style: Usual wizarding wardrobe: robes, half-suits, hats. Julia likes to mix them with muggle clothes; she often dresses eclectically. Accessories: Weaves flowers and jewellery in her hair – if she has the time. Other distinguishing features:

Potions lock. A discoloured strand of hair Julia is never bothered to change to its original state because the discolouration was the consequence of constant exposure to potion vapours; the strand has been infused with magic. It reacts with magic. It sits at the front of Julia’s head – very convenient to use.

The crescent scar on the left side of her face. The Ashwinder named Maurice gave it to her around her first week at Hogwarts. Julia thought at first, it was for the kneazle rescue, but it became apparent very soon: the scar made it impossible for her to blend in or hide among crowds.

Personality

Traits: Wisecracking and utterly unbearable with her understanding of this word, Julia can be wry, sardonic, if not downright bratty or sassy, grim, and scarily observant. She prefers to let her whimsy overwhelm her, though, and, generally speaking, her main trait is empathy; its also the foundation for her volition to act on what she presumes is the correct way to resolve a situation. Has mama instincts, in a sense. Brings blankets and hot drinks for the all-nighters in the Common Room. Shushes away the bullies—by all means necessary. Never backs away from the droplets of boiling water when she cooks pierogi. Can talk back at a teacher or at other figures of authority on someone’s behalf – can respectfully, or not so respectfully, disagree. Likes: Pumpkin fizz. Tame cute fairy tale beasts. Potions. Old books. Hoarding pretty items like she's a magpie. Danish pastry. Pester local ornery potioneers for knowledge. Broom races. Insulating homes. Dislikes: Sweets. Loud noises. Back aches. Cold. The tax office. British Ministry for Magic. London. And dragons. Two of her most favourite people are working with dragons and regularly see them, often asking Julia to accompany them. One of these people is married to an entire family of dragon keepers. Julia can never escape her worst nightmares. Good at: Potions. Transfiguration magic. Cooking, tailoring, woodworking, masonry, blacksmithing. Securing deals by accident. Bad at: Astronomy. Charms theory. Family reunions. Holding herself from imploding sometimes. Hobbies: Potions. Broom racing. Tailoring. Book binding. Colouring photographs. Daydreaming about women and writing bad poetry about them. Fears: Abandonment, Rookwood, and her uncle – Reynard de Vries. Ambition: Do everything in her ability to expose Ministry's ineffectiveness in seemingly anything besides very specific research in the 'non-troubled' fields, and to bring order in the school curricula at least on the supplement level. Also, to make enough money to be cut from all monetary obligations or dependencies—or promised inheritances.

Family & Social Standing

Julia has a huge extended family, I will only mention a small handful.

Father: Viljormur 'William' Bødvarrsson. Seafarer. An aspiring merchant. Was fascinated with Vivienne and her family. Mother: Vivienne de Vos* (Vivienne Andrée Claudia Bouwens) is a Master of Potions and a bookwriter (wrote extensively on the topic of Applied Potions in Divination Practices), and also a guerrilla war aficionado. And a terrible alcoholic. * Pseudonym. Was believed to be dead from Rookwood's Gang hands for some years until she resurfaced to silently kill what was left of the gang after it’s demise. Uncle: Reynard de Vries. The patriarch of the clan of traders which includes members of his own family and few smaller trading families from northern Germany, Frisia, Normandy, and Denmark. Killed few English wizarding aristrocrates in pursuit for Rookwood, in addition to killing the Malfoy scion over a historical grievance, and lived to tell the tale. Has a fortune and no heirs, and severe PTSD. Wants to reconcile with Julia but to no success. A goof. Auntie: Annie. Wanted to become a shepherd but ended up marrying a dragon keeper of the McFusty clan from Argyll. Loves her dragons as much as her sheep, but can’t comprehend why hasn’t she seen any dragons back on Faroe. Cousin: A yet to be named young man who killed a few Ashwinders with an axe, swore a vow of silence as a trauma response, and learnt telepathy to let people and fellow kinsmen he is alright. Pet:

Samuel the kneazle. A large sable black kitty Julia saved in her first week of school.

Sliptongue the Common Welsh Green. She doesn't know how.

Other noteworthy relatives: British wizards are aware of her Dutch relatives but rarely speak of her as an association with them. They know and refer to her as that girl of the Sharps: she was adopted by them, and she an apprentice to both Aesop Sharp, Hogwarts Potions Master, and his older sister, Vera Sharp, one of the head constructors at the Diagon Alley’s Construction Bureau and the Builder’s Guild representative at the Ministry for Magic. Social standing: Well-known in the Quidditch business (networking and supply chain), relatively known in the construction business (fastest constructor in all wizarding Britain), and barely known to the wizarding high society. Her family, at the other hand, is as old blood as they give, and are largely welcomed in places Julia might or might have not helped to build, but wouldn’t ever be invited at.

Individual Magic

haven’t touched this section much at all sorry for the silly mistakes and incoherent narration Wand reaction when first held: A surge of overwhelming warmth engulfed her with a strange sense of otherwordly power like a stake fire.

Suddenly, her hand could draw reality and erase it in a matter of fractions of seconds. She could blast to pieces and mend the mess back seamlessly. Bring into existence a spark of light and stomp it and away to its primordial homely voids of nonexistence – only to sparkle back, and forth, back, and sit it at the table corner for eternity.

Julia didn't know was it her intention – or wand's own amazement to finally have an owner it could aim; it has chosen her after all, and Mr. Olivander certainly knew more than her in that regard – and frankly, everyone did; claimed the Day of Connection is as important as the day of baptism, birthday and Christmas.

Did everyone feel the same; that joy, that warmth, as if the Sun had never touched upon her skin ever in her life and a wind never grazed the hairs of her nape until this very second.

Thoughts were filled with prickles of magic like needles, as if the wand sprouted its invisible routs through her veins and rushed to her very conciseness—but stopped as abruptly as it has just been eager to read her mind. Was it the absence of intent that stopped it – or did it feel it, too.

The magic. The ancient fleur of it. The bottomless reservoirs of power and a realisation it has all belonged to it to channel and transform; perhaps it was the reason other wands reacted as violently or cautiously.

Lumos was a simple spell.

The wand produced the most pristine spark Julia had ever seen.

Seemingly responsive of her every command, awaiting as a loyal ally-in-arms; a servant; a menace; a friend; a tool – most powerful and capable of all she had ever touched in her life.

For a moment, the wand and her were mutually curios of each other as a pair of long lost siblings would.

And then, nothing – nothing sharp anymore. Only calm and steady, like a promise never to let go or away. Boggart: Kelpie -> Victor Rookwood -> Reynard de Vries # Julia used to fear kelpies after her father died.# Victor once was very close to reveal who Julia really was—a long lost daughter of his prey, enemy, and an impossible prize that he couldn’t let live on her own. Such talent ought to work in his favour, not oppose hi,! A promise that man had was too alluring, yet he knew Julia would never agree to have anything from him his hand, he did not feel hesitation to disclose her every last bit of her biography. He was perfectly aware it's her old wound and her weakest spot – and a rupture of her backbone. Julia did not know who de Vos was, but missed her mother Vivienne terribly, and he knew it. # Reynard nearly killed her; refused and dismissed the thought and Julia’s own word that she was indeed Julia (pronounced Yulia*), his niece, and not a conveniently shaped impersonator. Patronus: Rattlesnake. Animagus (regardless of if able to transform): Magpie. Polyjuice: Liquorice. Amortentia: It smells to her like the brisk air of winter – it invokes the ache for the warm embrace at a cosy house filled with scents of pastries and flowery ghost of a smell of Poppy’s pomade. It is love as a feel and experience trapped in a bottle as Julia remembers it, and she hates that potion for how *exploitative* this potion is, for how truly evocative – if that word is even applicable – it draws images in her head, and that drinking it will never bring these musings to life. That being said, one sniff at amortentia means Poppy is dealing with an especially clingy Julia.

What Could’ve Been Without Magic

Even if Julia was never to wield magic, her family had a place for her nonetheless.

She could stay in the Netherlands or move to Denmark, or to anywhere she could want, but she would have a job, a family, a future secured within the both worlds, because it wasn't magic that had to circulate in those veins – it was the skill and family business first and foremost.

However, Rookwood Gang's activity and its strive to steal wizarding children and children of magical descent to use their resource for automated thievery from everyone for the benefit of an one unsavoury man – Victor Rookwood – brought this prospect to ruination.

Julia’s family fought back.

So they killed her father when Julia was 7.

The gang created a rift between her mother and her, in a sense, too.

Vivienne, engrieved, wished to hide Julia until her 11th birthday somewhere safe – in England – supposed the gang was too busy with the Continent to sail home even for Christmas.

She hid Julia for years, but after no letter from Hogwarts arrived (neither did the letter from other schools), Vivienne lost hope. Her child was not magical; Hogwarts, Aurors, not even herself could protect Julia under the magical law – and chose being effectively a nobody in a foreign country, Vivienne jeopardised Julia’s class privileges. She wasn’t a scion to an immense wealth and status associated with it anymore – she was a regular, ordinary muggle girl with a few skills and talents that did worth something but only so much in contrast to what could have been.

Vivienne staged her own death from the scarlet fever (so her 'corpse' couldn't be exhumed) and fled the country, leaving Julia to a family of Exeter merchants – the Wrights – whom she bewitched rather than befriended, and convinced to sign up Julia for a kind of descent muggle school.

Vivienne’s plan never included the possibility Julia could come to magic late. She assumed Julia was either a squib, or non-magical at all. So it would go like this:

Julia would be found by the rest of the family after she would receive Vivienne's wedwand on her 17th birthday – to prevent the Trace from catching on the magic of her wand.

Vivienne hoped, by that time Rookwood Gang would become no more slain either by her own hand, or Reynard’s, and they could be reunited thereafter.

Until then, Julia had very scarce and sparse memory of her life before her 7th birthday, and she didn't remember much of anything from that point on besides the Wrights and Exeter.

But.

Julia gets enlisted to Hogwarts shortly after her 15th birthday, and she receives the wand on her 16th birthday as a gift from her adoptive parents (they sensed Julia is not coming back to Exeter and wanted her to have her things at where she was).

The plan went awry – and wait, it gets worse (c). Vivienne had never contacted Reynard: she hoped he was less devastated about her vanishing and she supposed he could never hurt Julia.

Years at Hogwarts

Fifth year

Best subject: Potions & Transfiguration. Julia has a very steady hand and she isn't prone to experiment until she knows enough. Besides, she enjoyed cooking; potion-making felt the same except less predictable. Although she didn't know a lot at first and had to rely heavily on what Sharp and others could provide, managed to pass the O.W.L. with flying colours and not forget what she had so painstakingly studied over the course of this tumultuous year. It only meant she was set for more work, though. Naturally gifted with Transfiguration. Non-verbal form impressed the examining committee so much that they nearly offered Julia a job without waiting for her grade to be finalised in their heads. Favourite subject: Potions, DADA, Beasts. Favourite teacher: Professors Garlic and Sharp. Worst subject: Astronomy. Too much theory, too much practice, and Julia had time for neither. She passed only because and thanks to 1) her reads on cosmology and its relation to potion-making, 2) remembered a few things about stars from what her father used to tell or sing her (he did that in Faroese; Julia weeped trying to translate or play match-the-word). Least favourite subject: History of Magic. Least favourite teacher: Professor Shah. Julia deemed her demands unreasonable for a student of her evident lack of knowledge. Julia could try and pull of something if she would've been a third or a fourth year but being in her fifth, she had barely any time for something as complex and unyielding. Not to mention she had Charms and DADA to sit through and learn as much theory as she could. Quidditch: nan but she loved broom racing. Friends: Poppy, Imelda. Natty, Everett, Garreth; Danny @catohphm Amara @boxdstars Aubrey @thriftstorebabayaga mentioned. Hogsmeade: Absolutely in love with the hub of capitalism village and was glad to secure a shop with the home security pre-installed. Christmas holiday: Was too busy doing everyone's bidding (didn't regret Natty's and Poppy's one bit) and the Third Trial to celebrate. Other: Was adopted by Sharp by the end of the year. Sharp was once hinted at the fact Julia had nobody to legally protect her, considering how the Wizengamot looked at her; they could become hungry vultures soaring over her dying body one day, and that day could come rather fast if she’s all alone. He also learnt about Vivienne, Ancient Magic, Ranrok, and basically everything he could about Julia not to become her confidant. So he became. It was his duty. Julia hated duty, pity, obligation, debt, and other words Sharp tried to use to describe his need to help her; Julia was nevertheless adamant that he was letting his cop to talk to her – and willing to be needlessly formal about it – and not his real self: the blunt and awkward mancoward he really was. All that was better than to watch such a brilliant student wane and wither, Sharp thought.

Sixth Year

Best subject: Potions & Herbology Favourite subject: Herbology Favourite teacher: Professor Sharp Worst subject: Charms Quidditch: After its reinstatement around the latter part of the 1890/91 school year, Julia was flung on the Pitch by Imelda went for the tryouts and was selected as a substitute for the Seeker position for her House’s team. During the events of the sixth year, Julia had to eventually claim the position – for the Hogwarts School Quidditch team, that is. She was one of the fastest flyers in the entire school, and some believed she could secure Hogwarts a victory in the interschool Quidditch games during the Triwizard Tournament. Friends: The same roster + Amit and Leander. Poppy becomes her Very Official And Not Secret Girlfriend around the end of the 5th year and Imelda has a secret massive girlcrush on her starting… at some point in the Autumn. Hogsmeade: Began to work as a shopkeeper. Her licence, which she acquired during the summer break with a little help from the newly found family, allowed her to sell basic ingredients, non-alcoholic potion bases, simple remedies and other silly small things. Certain Mr Pippin and Mr Teasdale weren't happy but their irritance was the only thing Julia faced from them. She was taught methods of The Fair Competition TM. Christmas holiday: Missed Exeter dearly but was afraid to go there because of the scar. Everyone was also unavailable for the holiday so she thought she'd spend it in the castle – just like the last year, but in lonely silence. She was almost ready to accept it until Aesop noticed she was sulking in the corner of his class and was willing to stay after class more often than usual. So he offered to visit a few places during the winter break – including Exeter and Vivienne’s grave (at this point in the story, Julia doesn't know she is alive, and Aesop only suspected as much; he found it hard to believe, that a mother would just… leave her child stranded like this, he was in denial and didn’t want to emburden Julia with any of this). Other: Her uncle nearly kills her around the last Quidditch match between the schools. Julia won that match. However, besides other things, Imelda’s girlcrush drama had been brewing, and finally escaped containment after that match. Julia’s catch was front page material; she stole everyone’s attention by: sliding few long meters on the slippery grass on her back holding the snitch in her whitened grip. Julia didn’t want that fame. If not for Imelda, they wouldn’t be able to end the match just in time to claw the victory score at just 10 points difference. And yet. Imelda scolds Julia for being such a princess who knows not a single truly bad day in her life, besides the obvious, and can’t even acknowledge something has been wrong in that press conference. Julia, upset, leaves the Pitch to spend some moments alone and to ugly cry. Imelda felt like an idiot at first. Then Imelda felt like a murderer after she learnt her hysterical demeanour lead Julia to the deathtrap. They did mend the friendship and all afterwards, but what happens with that drama is, essentially, Julia broke the silence by scaring the entire hate campaign shitless with her candid regret to have ever risked her life for such a vile, presumptuous, and cruel lot that took it upon themselves to spoil the blood of her dear friend over something they had not a iota of an idea about. These words weren’t met cordially and kinda burnt the bridge between Julia and professor Weasley, because her words were an indirect attack on her pupil management.

Seventh Year

it's a wip Best subject: Potions Favourite subject: Potions Favourite teacher: Professors Garlic, Sharp, and Weasley -# Her and professor Weasley’s relationship were strained again, but Julia knew the professor wouldn’t set her up for a fail at the Transfiguration N.E.W.T. Worst subject: Charms Quidditch: Played as a substitute Seeker for the rest of the year. Friends: Same roster + Antoine, the champion of Beauxbatons (an aspiring alchemist). Developed the throuple affair of her, Poppy and Imelda over the course of the year, which was strange, but also felt like a dream – a very good one at that. Julia was uncertain about the whole thing but never felt so safe, happy, serene and hopeful in her life, and by the end of the years, wished to keep it. Hogsmeade: Renovated the shop after learning some neat construction techniques over the summer. Had installed the second floor, a stove with a chimney Continent-style, did some zoning. It was a small house but cosy. Certain Amara Ambrose was invading the cellar once a month. Christmas holiday: Met with Imelda's family. Got scolded for not being the perfect fit for their daughter. Gained Imelda's abuela's support, because that woman knew every single Imelda's girlcrush and hoped her mija would find her best one day. Was pleased to know she was that to Imelda – albeit neither thought they were, quite, working yet, especially that they were three and not two, and were only beginning to build their sapphic heavens and most importantly: establishing boundaries and finding trust. To calm the storm, Julia played the Rich Uncle card. She never intended to cash it out, though, but sensed anything could go towards to make Imelda’s family certain their daughter didn’t pick mindlessly at the moment. Pick Mindlessly(c) was a drama of its own as Imelda And Her Girlcrush was usually the tea of the family. Other: Her favourite and easily the best year at Hogwarts. She misses it dearly.

#днявочка #eng tag #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #utlitd brainrot #damn wright #julia wright #aesop sharp #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting

5 notes · View notes

superconductivebean · 4 days ago

Text

HL Patronus Headcanons 4: Who Let the Profs Out 🐾 🐾 🐾

Oh look! It’s time for the faculty meeting from hell.

That’s right, folks! This one’s just the professors (all dem Profs except for Fig & Weasley since they were already mentioned in Part 2).

The staffroom is open, the tea is cold, and their Patronuses are about to tell on them harder than Peeves with a megaphone 📣👻

Alright cuties, the time hath come. Release the professors, release the Patronuses, release the CHAOS! And most importantly…

*Liam Neeson voice* RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!!! 🐙🔥

Professor Aesop Sharp -> Bear

Let's talk about Daddy—*ahem*I mean, Professor Sharp. (…listen. No, don’t look at me like that. You know as well as I do you think the same thing. 🫵 Sit down and listen.) Anyway, a bear is the perfect Patronus for him. Bears are symbols of raw power, solitude, and enduring loyalty. They don’t roar around picking fights—they mind their own business, keep to themselves, and you’d be smart to leave them be. But the second you threaten what they protect? It’s over. Settle your affairs. Scarred, gruff, and very much not here for your nonsense, Sharp's whole vibe is quiet authority. He’s a man who’s been through hell, endured it, and came out the other side with patience, strength, and exactly zero tolerance for bullshit. The bear Patronus mirrors that: immense fortitude, loyalty that runs deep, and a guardian’s instinct that’s all the more profound because it was hard-won. So yes, call him intimidating, call him unapproachable—but you know if a Dementor showed up, his spectral bear would step between you and the dark like an immovable wall. Strong, scarred, steadfast. Daddy—sorry, PROFESSOR Sharp..........🥵 And yes, this is me calling back to my own Proud Patronus Headcanon from Part 1: Garreth’s otter vs Sharp’s bear is the most unintentionally comedic pairing in Hogwarts. The otter, alchemy-proof mischievous, dragging you into potions heist after potions heist. Like the time he asked you to snag a Fwooper feather from Sharp’s office so he could experiment and it spectacularly backfired into fireworks RIGHT IN FRONT OF SHARP! And Sharp (bless him) just breathes like he’s fought this war before, delivers the withering callout, claws off some Gryffindor points, and reminds you he’s the immovable bear in the room. (Four prior years of Garreth’s buffoonery have worn him down more than the Ministry. I tell you, that man’s probably got a countdown scratched on his bedroom wall of when Garreth finally graduates and leaves him in peace.)

[link photo 2]

Professor Dinah Hecat -> Adder/Viper

Listen. If anyone at Hogwarts was born to have a snake Patronus, it’s Professor Hecat. (LITERALLY, if not for any other reason, simply for her sass levels! Absolutely dripping venom, no mercy, whoever’s on the receiving end completely burned to ashes.) and I'm not talking about a flashy basilisk or boa constrictor or some shit. I'm saying a BLOODY adder. Small, coiled, efficient. Patient until the exact second she strikes, and then it’s over before you even realize what happened. That’s her whole teaching style. She’s not here to coddle you, she’s here to weaponize you. She’ll drill you on rolling, blasting, countering, until your wand arm aches, because her entire philosophy is survival > spectacle. And the quote that sums it all up: “Perhaps you’d be good enough to blast each other to pieces on your own time. I get new students every year, but I only have one Hebridean Black skull.” (So extremely done with Sebastian & Leander's baboonery! 🤣 Like, you wanna be absolute dimwits and kill each-other? That's fine. Just don't bother me with it. I have a class to teach. Pure venom-laced sass from a woman who has seen some things.) Canon has her as Ravenclaw (of course), rumoured Department of Mysteries alum (also of course), and it shows. Everything about her screams: observe, calculate, strike with precision. She doesn’t waste time, she doesn’t waste words, and she absolutely does not waste hexes. Hecat isn’t drama. Hecat is survival. And if you’re smart, you’ll take notes before she decides you’re not worth keeping alive.

[link photo 2]

Professor Mirabel Garlick -> Bumblebee

OKAY HEAR ME OUT! The bumblebee is not flashy or menacing but it is absolutely essential. The fluffy buzzy is a damn pollinator! Quietly moving life from place to place, making everything around her grow. That’s Garlick to the roots. She’s Muggle-born, Hufflepuff, and pure greenhouse sunshine — the professor who literally says the most important thing cultivated in Herbology is knowledge. Her whole story is growth coded: London city kid, didn’t feel at home till Hogwarts, then blossomed and found a wild affinity for magical plants. Now her flowery language charms half the castle while students worry she’ll one day run off to some other greenhouse because she’s just that good. Always working, always nurturing, always in demand. But don’t confuse gentle with weak. This woman is also the same woman that hands you an assignment that basically says, “go field-test a Venomous Tentacula and then Mandrake-scream a crowd of enemies.” Queen bee logic much? So yeah, a glowing bee that hums like sunlight, tends the beds, and only unsheathes the stinger when it has to. Warmth, diligence, community. The quiet kind of strength that keeps the whole garden alive. WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT YOU MY QUEEN!!! 💛🐝💛🐝💛🐝

[link photo 2]

Professor Abraham Ronen -> Panther

Panthers are stealthy charm with claws. Graceful, magnetic, and (on occasion) a little bit mischievous. And Professor Ronen? He teaches like a panther moves: light on his feet, smile first… and then suddenly he’s five steps ahead of you and you’re learning without realizing you’ve been outplayed. Canon receipts? Sure! He literally bakes games into Charms class — Accio through Summoner’s Court is his whole “learning = play” manifesto. I honestly believe his personal motto (What's a motto? Nothing what's the motto with you?) is "make it look fun, then strike clean." The twinkle and flourish isn’t an act either, it’s a learned trait. Strict upbringing? He turned study into play to survive it, got obsessed with Gobstones, and even met his wife during a lively tournament. He’s also a former Slytherin, which explains the sly grace under all that warmth. Cunning without cruelty. Dignity without the ego trip. Proving once and for all Slytherins aren't simply manipulative arrogant narcissists. Some use their smarts to actually connect with students and teach them with love. Sleek in the shadows, protective when it counts. The kind of guardian that pads alongside you, purring through practice matches — and then, when the danger shows its teeth, answers with quiet, surgical ferocity. In Ronen’s class, cleverness and kindness walk hand in hand… right up until he wipes the board with you at Summoner’s Court and calls it “excellent progress.”

[link photo 2]

Professor Mudiwa Onai -> African Fish Eagle

This one’s basically another Marauder-style case where the Patronus and Animagus share the same form (talked about this is part 1 for Natty) . We been knew. But she deserves her own moment, because wow. 🥹 The fish eagle is rare and majestic, soaring with clarity of vision and an almost unnerving calm. A watcher between worlds—sky, land, and water. The fish eagle waits, watches, and when the moment’s right, dives like a spear. That duality is Onai in a nutshell: serene on the surface, lethal when the strike comes. (As a mother does because we all know, ALL MOMS ARE SECRETLY RAPTORS — even the tiniest, gentlest, soft-spoken ones, like my own tiny mommy🥹, will go full MEDUSA if their family’s threatened OR they’ll spear you just as fast the second you slip up. Which is EXACTLY what we get a front-show seat to as MC to watch Professor Onai hand Natty her entire ass on a silver platter💀.... Love you Mom, you're the best.) Professor Onai taught Divination at Uagadou, built her life around her Sight, and yet tragedy still blindsided her. Her husband was murdered while she was away, a vision never came, and the grief shattered her. She left Africa for Hogwarts, carrying that weight — and here’s the heartbreak detail — she stopped transforming into her eagle Animagus after. The bird that once meant freedom became unbearable. So the fact that her Patronus still takes the shape of a fish eagle? That’s everything. It’s the part of her soul that refuses to die with her grief. The same fierce raptor who guards Natty, guards her students, and sees truths others miss. The eagle says: yes, I’ve known loss. Yes, I’ve been broken. But I will not stop watching, I will not stop protecting, and I will never stop striking when it matters. Honestly, in my opinion, one of most badass Patronus/Animagus combos in the entire wizarding world. 🦅✨🦅✨🦅✨

[link photo 2]

Professor Bai Howin -> Occamy

Occamys aren’t just pretty serpentine birds — they’re absolutley fantastic beasts! (Catch the pun? 🤭 *Ba-Dum-Tsss*🥁) They're choranaptyxic, meaning they literally resize to fit the space they’re in. Newt Scamander famously baited one into a teapot with nothing but a cockroach. They’re elegant, almost whimsical, until you go near their nest, and then it’s surgical aggression. They don’t waste fury; they save it for the eggs, whose shells are made of purest silver. Poachers foam at the mouth; Occamies foam at you. That vibe is so Howin coded. She’s Hogwarts’ Beasts professor with a reverence for magical creatures and a pragmatic streak: creatures are to be protected, respected, and used responsibly (gear, ingredients, even wand cores) NOT slaughtered for Galleons. She loathes poachers, and it all goes back to her youth. She tells us that she once witnessed poachers killing an Occamy for its silver eggs, and the horror of it marked her forever. Watching such a magnificent creature cut down for greed lit a fire in her. From then on, she swore she’d dedicate her life to teaching that magical beasts are more than their parts. That moment with the Occamy didn’t just shape her career, it carved her entire moral compass. And I think that alone would mark her Patronus shaping itself into an Occamy. I feel like Howin'll literally coo over Puffskeins and then assign you homework that reads like, “handle those claws properly or lose a hand.” Wonder and ward, in one professor. If you walk into Beasts class thinking creatures are plushies, she’ll choranaptyxically expand your perspective in about five seconds flat. All in all, Occamys wrap their wings around the precious and makes sure it stays precious which is exactly what Howin does for her beasts, her students, and the magic they share.

[link photo 2]

Professor Satyavati Shah -> Snow Leopard

*David Attenborough voice* The mighty Snow Leopard… known to many as "the Ghost of the Mountains". Solitary, elusive, and honed for survival where little else endures. It does not roar like their African counterparts. Instead, Snow Leopards watch in silence, calculating, waiting for the precise moment to pounce. Able to jump fifteen meters in a single bound, gliding across the void effortlessly. A predator of shadows, shrouded in mystery, and yet a marvel of balance, vigilance, and rare strength. GUESS WHO'S GOT THAT AS A PATRONUS? That's right, ya girl Professor Shah! (aka the Ghost of the Astronomy Tower. Beauty by day, annihilating your star chart by night.) Shah is Ravenclaw, raised around Muggle science, and she treats Astronomy like… actual astronomy. Literally roasts Professor Onai to us by saying, “Astronomy is not Divination… if you devote yourselves to persistent and painstaking observation, you might catch a glimpse.” That’s her whole thesis, and you feel it from the moment she clocks you for showing up without your own telescope and sends you down the rabbit hole of Astronomy Tables with Amit. Critical thinking > vibes. Evidence > tea leaves. She’s also got that quiet, relentless scholar energy off-hours: writing to her Squib sister about Muggle astronomers revising their meteor-shower math, planning a nerd trip to Jantar Mantar in Delhi… Tell me that’s not a snow leopard picking a perfect ridge line to see what nobody else can. Vigilant, independent, and miles above the noise. Snow leopards also have this almost celestial presence—pale coats flecked with rosettes like stars on the night sky, drifting along ridge-lines where the air thins and the heavens feel closer. (I feel like a damn poet). They’re crepuscular (i just learned that word and had to flex. It means most active at dawn and dusk), that magical twilight when earth blurs into starlight. And dig this folklore layer: across the Himalayas and Central Asia, snow leopards are revered as guardians of the high places, spiritual messengers, and symbols of purity, protection, and transformation. In Tibetan culture, they’re seen as patron spirits whose favour can determine a community's well-being, or its danger. And in Mongolian and Buddhist traditions, they’re viewed as divine messengers or bringers of good fortune All this to say a Snow Leopard is SO in tune with Shah's entire vibe and her beliefs about and love for astronomy. She guides her students to read cosmos with the same vigilant authority a snow leopard brings to its mountain domain. My GOD she's so amazing. RESPECT PROFESSOR SHAH OR GET YEETED OFF THE ASTRONOMY TOWER! 💫🐆

[link photo 2]

Professor Chiyo Kogawa -> Pheonix

Here we go again, another professor with a fantastic beast as a Patronus 🤭 (I know, I know, I’m lame. Ba-dum-tsss 🥁. Okay I'll stop with the puns...maybe). But honestly? None could fit Kogawa better. Phoenixes are LIVING FIRE! They burst into flame, reinvent themselves, and aren’t stopped by death. Their tears heal basilisk venom, their song inspires courage, and they can carry weights ten times their own like blazing freight trains. They don’t just survive... they fucking transform and transcend the natural world. That’s Kogawa to her core. Raised at Mahoutokoro, trained with the legendary Toyohashi Tengu, she burned bright as a Quidditch prospect until betrayal knocked her from the skies. And what did she do? I"Ll TELL YOU WHAT THIS BADDY DID! She rose from the ashes, broom in hand, fiercer than before and became a damn amazing Hogwarts Professor! (Biggest 🖕 to all them naysayers) And you feel that in her flying lessons: precision drills, sharp reprimands, and then unshakable encouragement when you push through. She projects across the pitch like a flame in the wind — fierce, commanding — but when she sees your effort, there’s nothing warmer. Just ask Everett Clopton, who barely survives being flambéed alive every time he opens his mouth or touches his broom wrong! (woops...that sounded....YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! Y'all nasty, get your mind outta the gutter.) And if you want proof she’s pure phoenix fire? Just look at that quest where we polyjuice into Headmaster Black. She marches right up, hand on hip, and absolutely unloads on “Black” for cancelling Quidditch. No flinching, no fear, just volcanic fury at the injustice. EVEN GOING AS FAR TO THREATEN HIM, TO HIS FUCKING FACE, ABOUT TAKING MATTERS INTO HER OWN HANDS AND GOING TO THE MINISTRY!!!! Watching her spit fire in the face of the Headmaster was like actually the most amazing thing ever, I liiiiiiiiveee. Fully convinced she’s got pure lava in her veins instead of blood. If this isn’t the most Fawkes-ionable flying instructor in Hogwarts history, I don’t know who is. 🥁🔥 (OKAY OKAY 'M SORRY I COULDN'T STOP MYSELF! Don't @ me!)

[link photo 2]

We interrupt your regularly scheduled dose of Duncan Slander™ with Headmaster Mockery!

Phineas Nigellus Black -> Peacock

LET. ME. TELL YOU ABOUT THIS OTHER BITCH I HATE JUST AS MUCH AS DUNCAN!!! A PEACOCK! OF COURSE IT’S A FUCKING PEACOCK! The most vain, screechy, empty-headed bird in the entire animal kingdom. All feathers, no fight. Its whole survival strategy is “look at me, aren’t I pretty?” while being completely useless otherwise. If you’ve ever heard a peacock scream, you know it’s basically the avian equivalent of nails on a chalkboard (don't believe me? click this and turn your volume down) — which, funny enough, is ALSO what listening to Black monologue about himself, his "prestigious family" 🙄, and pure-bloods feels like. This man is canonically the least-liked Headmaster Hogwarts has ever had in history (DUMBLEDORE LITERALLY BEEFS WITH HIS FUCKING PORTRAIT IN THE BOOKS ALL. THE. TIME!), and gee I wonder why. He openly despises students, cancels Quidditch “for their safety” (aka because it made him look good), and struts around the castle like he’s Merlin reincarnate when he can barely manage basic human decency. He’s a pure-blood elitist, lazy as hell, and the only time he shows passion is when he’s complaining. Man’s Patronus doesn’t even protect — it just shrieks “NOTICE ME” and collapses. THIS MAN ALSO OPENLY CONDONES BULLYING IN HIS SCHOOL! Have y'all ever walked past that one NPC ambient clip of him? Here I'll link it for you so you can rage with me: Black being a grade A A-HOLE 😤😤😤😤 Honestly? A spectral peacock fanning its feathers and screaming at Dementors while doing nothing of value is the most accurate possible metaphor for this pompous balloon of a man. LMAO, Ominis literally has a random ambient line where he goes "I don't mind saying that I find it hard to comprehend that Black has a wife. What sort of witch would take that man's hand in marriage? I suppose, on the other hand, it means there's hope for us lot." THAT FUCKING SENT ME! I was cackling for like a whole 10 minutes when I first heard that, couldn't play the rest of the game 🤣🤣🤣 The ONLY positive thing I will ever say about Phineas Nigellus Black is that Simon Pegg voices him and absolutely KILLS every line. King ate. Served. Devoured. Love you Simon ❤️❤️❤️, hate your bird. 🦚