#Merlin Zephyr

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Unfortunately I still have a level of shame when it comes to self shipping that I’m really trying to get over

And the way I’m doing that is making mini comics and art for myself of my self insert oc and Keigo Takami

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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter Seventeen: An Invitation

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Eighteen ☆ Series Masterlist

Description: You and the others search for answers regarding the return of your nefarious classmates. 

Word Count: 5.8k

No one spoke for a long beat, the air charged with your collective bewilderment. You heard nothing behind McGonagall’s door, just the drum of your own heart. Her final words stung, more actually than it would’ve with any other professor given that she was the head of your house. Zephyr was back, as was Mulciber, Wilkes, and Snape, all having planned on poisoning you just two weeks prior. 

“Merlin’s saggy balls,” Sirius said, breaking the silence, “some good that did us.”

“She can’t just— she can’t, can she?” Marlene stuttered, slow to catch up on the complete waste of time this all was. 

James’s jaw was set, turning on his heels to walk back down the corridor. You followed behind, all with the same sulking expressions. 

Lily placed a hand on your arm, offering you the best consolation she could, “If they let them come back, McGonagall must be right. They can’t be a threat anymore.”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure how much you believed her. You knew James didn’t by his short breath, lingering in the hall as he shook his head like a disappointed father. There were no students around, leaving you to wallow in your failure in peace. Like yourself, it was highly probable that the last thing anyone wanted to do was return to the common room, though where you would go was a mystery. 

“Someone ought to tell Remus,” Lily began, linking your arms together. “We’ll go to the Library or something.”

James met your eyes, softer now, though still ill at ease. “I’m so sorry,” he said, opening his mouth a few more times as if to speak further, though he did not.

“It’s okay,” you said, though you knew everyone could tell it was a lie.

You still couldn’t believe Zephyr had been in Gryffindor Tower, and that the others were walking around the castle right at this very moment. It made your skin crawl, your mind running over what you had heard two weeks ago, surrounded by the darkness of the castle in the early morning hours.

“No, It has to be her.”

Lily’s voice broke you from your trance, calm despite the circumstances, “Come on, lets go.” 

She began to walk you towards the Library, Marlene hurrying alongside you, buzzing with continued anxiety.

In a moment, James rushed to catch up, calling over his shoulder to Sirius and Peter, “Go tell him for me!” 

He met your eyes, unsteady behind his glasses. It was understood, at least for the present moment, what he meant by that single look. It would be even harder to shake him now: James, your new shadow. You decided that would allow it, just this once. 

“What a happy Easter,” Marlene muttered, tucked away at a table between the bookshelves. 

There was no one else around, your spot far from the main study areas. Your heart was beating so quickly that all you could manage to do was sit and stare at the wall, forcing yourself not to spiral even further than you already had. James was beside you like a watchdog, his wand in his hand as if someone would come from around the corner any moment, ready to attack you in your state of vulnerability. 

Marlene's head fell into her hand, whispering to no one in particular, “What are they thinking?” 

“There has to be a reasonable explanation,” Lily said, gnawing at her lip. “Dumbledore wouldn’t allow anyone dangerous in Hogwarts un—”

“Seems like he will,” James interrupted, his disgust with the Headmaster plainly evident. 

The silence that preceded was deafening, punctuated by James’s hand tightening around his wand. You didn’t know what to say, caught up in your own internal ponderings. You agreed, at least in part, with each of them. Dumbledore might very well let someone dangerous into Hogwarts, though as Lily pointed out, he must’ve had his reasons. Still, this did little to make you feel safe, even more so considering the fact that no one thought to inform you of their return. Marlene was right, what were they thinking?

You looked at James’s profile, his head down turned towards the table. It was dark in this part of the Library, though not dark enough to conceal the frown deepening on his lips. 

As if feeling your eyes, he turned to you, a resolve creased in his brows. “We’re practicing every day this week,” he said, keeping his voice low, though it did not betray his sense of will, already refuting any of your protests. 

You didn’t answer, your lip pulling on one side, though he took it as you meant it: an agreement. 

Moving through the shelves, Sirius and Peter came around the corner, Remus in tow. His skin was pale, almost gray, as sickly as you expected. There was an exhaustion to him, one that seemed to permeate into his bones, inescapable even with a hundred years of sleep. Instantly, Marlene stood from her chair, offering it to him. To your surprise, Remus took it, placing his hands on the tabletop to help him. 

“How’re you feeling?” Lily asked. 

His eyes dropped, shrugging weakly. “I’ve had worse.”

“You didn’t have to come down here,” you said, the guilt of it all beginning to wear away at you. It was bad enough they all were here, much less Remus, who should’ve been in bed getting his strength back.  

“We tried to stop him,” said Sirius, his face like it always was when he looked at Remus in this state. His eyes held an insatiable longing to help, but without much he could do. 

“So, the Slytherin’s are back too?” Remus whispered, ignoring the fuss. 

“Seems as though,” Lily said.

“Guess they didn’t want them to miss the feast,” Peter mumbled, leaning against the shelves.

“We can’t just go on as normal, right?” Marlene began, her hands splayed out on the table in a fit of partially-controlled panic. “They’re in half of her classes for Godric’s sake.”

You shrunk away a bit, your hands wringing in your lap. You hadn’t thought about that yet, too caught up with the sight of Zephyr in the common room. With another week of no classes, you had yet to consider the fact that at least one of them was in every single one, save for Divination. 

Lily hummed in thought, her bottom lip now red. “We can try to bring it up at the next Prefect’s meeting. Maybe we could ask Annabelle and Quincy what’s going on. They might actually know.”

Annabelle and Quincy were the seventh year Prefects for Slytherin. Each were fairly tame when it came to blood purity propaganda, hence their positions, though trustworthy was a whole other conversation. 

“Some of the others asked as much last week,” Remus began, his throat still a bit hoarse, “but they didn’t seem to know more than anyone else, though they could’ve been lying.”

After a beat Sirius sighed, his hands coming to his hips. “All right,” he said, surveying your sullen group, “looks like we’re going out tonight.”

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With the help of the map, you avoided Zephyr and the Slytherin’s all day, giving James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter plenty of time to make up a plan. It was fairly rudimentary, simple though effective. You all gathered in the RoR late that evening, forgoing the Easter party raging in the common room. Sirius explained that they would sneak into the Slytherin dormitories to snoop around Mulciber, Wilkes, and Snape’s room in the hopes of finding some clues as to what was going on. If this proved ineffective, Sirius had some Veritaserum saved for a special occasion, much to Lily’s horror. 

“That’s illegal,” she scolded. “You can’t just go around spiking people's drinks with a truth serum, you’ll be arrested.”

“Only if they find out,” Sirius said, offended at the notion he was unable to pull off such a stunt. 

“McGonagall is already onto us. It’s too much of a risk to go after them now,” Lily countered. 

“She’s right,” you said, staring between him and James. “Just snoop for tonight, then we’ll figure out the rest.”

Remus looked somewhat relieved when James, Sirius, and Peter nodded, though not without a great degree of disappointment. They were always eager to mess with a Slytherin, far too eager according to Lily. 

“Do you know what room they’re in?” Lily asked, clearly still nervous about the whole affair. 

Sirius cocked his head, waving her off. “Of course we do, we have the map.”

“This is rookie stuff,” said James, smiling in the same way he did before a quidditch match, completely sure of his own success. “I could do it in my sleep.”

“You might have to. What time is it, anyway?” Marlene said through a yawn. 

“Quarter after two,” Lily answered, still far too jittery for someone who wouldn’t actually be going into the Slytherin common room. “Are we sure there isn’t another way—”

“Yes,” James and Sirius said in unison. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll reign them in,” said Remus, unfolding the map. He scanned it over, his eyes darting across it as he flipped a few pages. 

“Are they all there?” James asked, peeking over his shoulder. 

“Mulciber and Wilkes are in the common room, but Snape is in his room.”

“Of course he is,” James mumbled.

“C’mon,” Sirius began, moving towards the door, “let’s hit it.”

Just as James was about to leave, you ran over, stopping him halfway through the door. You couldn’t speak for a moment, caught up in the sight of his eyes, a warm brown in the low light. 

“You really won’t let me come?” you whispered. 

When they explained the plan to you, James had made it perfectly clear he wanted you as far from the Slytherin common room as possible. You had tried to argue, but to no avail. You only hoped your begging would work in the final hour. 

His brows relaxed, looking at you with far too much pity. In that moment, you wanted him to stay forever, here in the RoR, lounging amongst the old, tattered armchairs, dancing through the piles. It was a sweet dream, though they rarely, if ever, came true. 

“We’ll be back soon,” he said, just loud enough for you to hear. “Stay here and wait for me.”

You nodded, your chest aching as he turned to leave. I’m always waiting for you. 

An hour later, the door to the RoR burst open, slamming closed as the four boys threw themselves inside. Peter leaned against it, wheezing as he caught it breath. Remus wasn’t fairing much better, his hands to his knees with his head hung. You, Lily, and Marlene popped up from your chairs, rushing towards them. 

“What happened?” Marlene asked, her voice high pitched and hurried. 

“Filch,” Sirius answered. 

“The bloody cat tried to kill me,” Peter said, looking as if he had seen a troll.

You went over to James, who had tossed the cloak onto the floor, frantically feeling around the pockets of his jeans. “What’s wrong?” 

He didn’t answer, glancing between Remus and Sirius in a frenzy. “Does one of you have the map?”

They all felt around in their pockets, coming up empty. 

“Who had it?” James continued, his eyes narrowed. 

Remus shook his head. “I didn’t.”

“Neither did I,” Peter said quickly, more frightened than you had ever seen him before. 

James’s cheeks began to grow red, his jaw tight as he stared at Sirius. 

“I didn’t have it,” Sirius scoffed, motioning to Remus and Peter. “Must’ve been one of you—”

“Okay, let’s calm down a minute,” Remus said, though his efforts were in vain. 

Sirius took a step towards James with a scowl. He looked like a kettle ready to whistle, the steam just about shooting from his ears. “Maybe you had it.” 

“Keep it down,” Lily hushed. “It doesn’t matter who dropped it. Let’s just retrace your steps—”

“I know it wasn’t me,” James said, his eyes piercing as they stared back into Sirius’s. 

“Well, I know it wasn’t me,” Sirius gritted. 

“Stop it,” you said, trying to force your voice to take on some form of authority, though it did little. James’s eyes were still fixed upon Sirius, who had crossed his arms in defiance.

The only sound was Sirius and James’s short, angry breaths, cutting through the RoR like knives. Peter swallowed, his gaze down towards the floor. 

Remus rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, his sigh breaking up some of the festering rage slowly permeating every corner of the room. “C’mon, lets just look for it.”

James turned away, a hand hanging off the neck of his shirt. 

“Did you find anything?” Lily asked softly. 

“No,” Sirius answered. “Mulciber and Wilkes didn’t say anything, and Snive— Snape was doing homework.”

James looked between Lily and Marlene, soon settling on you. He dropped his hand, his hardened face relaxing just a fraction. “We’ll walk you guys back, there’s no use staying up while we look for it.”

“We’ll help,” you said, knowing it was folly to think James would let you wander around the castle at night given what had occurred over the past twelve hours. 

“You shouldn’t be out now, not without the map,” he said, moving to the door.

Lily gave you a look, telling you it was better not to argue, and for once you agreed. 

“We can go alone. It’s only just down the corridor,” Lily said.

To your surprise James nodded, his shoulders still tensed as you parted ways, casting another glance in your direction before he disappeared into the shadows. An awful feeling brewed deep inside of you, churning in the pit of your stomach. Even as your mind raced, you didn’t miss the look Marlene gave you, her brows raised in an acknowledgment of what she surely thought was an expression of James’s supposed love. You rolled your eyes, turning away with a sigh and very warm cheeks. 

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When you woke up Monday morning, you knew you had to speak with Mary. She had already been made aware that you and James made up, though it didn’t take a genius to see you two spending time together again after your stint of separation. You were sure she must have heard of Zephyr’s return, meaning Mulciber was back as well. Once a target of his malice, Mary had every right to be updated on what was happening. 

You saw her tucked away by the bookshelves in the common room, surrounded by her sixth year friends. Leaving Lily and Marlene, you went over alone, hoping she was faring well despite the circumstances. 

“Hey, Mary,” you said with a measly smile. “Could we talk?”

“Sure,” she said, excusing herself before you led her towards the girl’s dormitories. You went up to your room, the only place safe enough to discuss the matter at hand. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard Zephyr’s back,” you began. “We went to McGonagall yesterday. They all are, apparently.”

Mary nodded, moving to sit on Dorcas’s bed. “I figured.”

You sat across from her on Marlene’s, your hands fiddling in your lap. “She wouldn’t tell us anything, only that they weren’t a problem and we should leave them alone. James asked to speak with Dumbledore, but I doubt that will happen. I don’t know why they let them come back, or where they were to begin with.”

“Do you think she’s right?” Mary asked, her eyes searching yours in a mild desperation, wanting for answers you didn’t have. 

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. You couldn’t lie to her, even if you wanted to. “James is trying to teach me how to duel. You can join us, if you’d like.”

“That's okay, they haven’t bothered me in a while. I think they might’ve forgotten I existed,” she laughed, though it was heavy, lacking any humor. “Thanks, though.”

“If we find out anything, I’ll tell you right away. Last night they went snooping in the Slytherin dormitory, but they didn’t find anything.”

Mary perked up a bit, her smile a bit more genuine. “Did they at least prank them?”

“No, we stopped them,” you said, mirroring her expression despite the hellacious nature of it all. “McGonagall warned us about doing something to them. It’s no use getting in trouble when it won’t do us much good in the end.”

“Still, it would’ve been nice.” 

You shook your head, standing up to walk Mary back down. “Dorcas is rubbing off on you.”

Lily and Marlene were waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, the latters arms crossed as she leaned against the wall, scanning the common room. Mary went back to sit with her friends, still as uneasy as when you found her. 

“He’s not here,” Lily said, glancing over at Marlene, “but she’s on the prowl.”

Marlene sneered as she continued to survey the room like a cat ready to pounce. “Without Dorcas around, someone has to step up. Let’s just hope the ghoul stays where he is.”

“Have you seen the guys?” you asked Lily.

“No,” she said.

Marlene kicked off the wall, rolling her eyes. “This is ridiculous. Yesterday, James was in a fucking twist over you being alone—”

“They’re probably out looking for it,” you said, cutting her off from bringing attention to James’s newfound fear for your safety. Warily, you glanced at Lily, though her expression was unreadable, lost in thought. You hoped she hadn’t put much weight in Marlene’s comment, which you would be chastising her for later. 

Not unlike the previous evening, Sirius, Remus, and Peter all rushed into the common room like a stampede, creating a great deal of commotion for just three people. Sirius’s long hair was in his eyes, Peter pushing him to the side as he tripped over his own feet. Remus watched the two in their struggle, though he was in quite a state himself, stepping around the frenzy to free his legs. 

“Black!” Lily called. 

They all turned to look at the three of you, their eyes widening. Sirius sprinted over, pushing himself between you and Marlene. 

“He’s with Dumbledore!” he whispered, completely frantic. Peter and Remus came up behind him, joining your small huddle.

You tried to think of the reason McGonagall would suddenly change her mind. She wasn’t the type of person to go back on her answers, especially when it was “no.” 

Lily’s brows furrowed, likely with the same thought. “James?” 

“Who else?” Sirius said. 

“When did he go up there?” Lily asked, ignoring his sarcasm.

“A half an hour ago,” Remus said, his voice hushed. “We were waiting for him to come back out by the stairs, but it's taking so long we went to the common room to see if you were here.”

“Wait, why didn’t one of you stay by the entrance in case he came out?” you said, your eyes darting between them.

They looked at each other as well, all considering what you had said with varying degrees of realization. 

“Ugh…” Sirius began, “we didn’t think of that.”

“You never found it?” Marlene asked, moving on to more important matters. 

“Filch has to have it, we just can’t figure out where,” Remus said. 

“He’s getting better at hiding stuff,” said Peter, his mouth pulled to one side. 

“Sir Nicolas found us coming back from searching his office this morning. He’s the one that told us Dumbledore wanted to speak with James,” Remus continued. 

“Where's the cloak?” you whispered, noting the fact that none of them were carrying the rather large piece of shimmering fabric. 

“My pockets are charmed,” Sirius began, “but we don’t have time for this, we have to go.”

“He’s not torturing him,” Marlene said, though it didn’t matter. You all dashed back to the portrait hole, not bothering to notice all your classmates watching your odd group as you left.

You took the seventh floor shortcut to the grand staircase, popping out at the first floor. You went up another story, making the long trek over to the west side of the castle. Students watched as you all bolted past, skidding around corners until you finally made it to the long, vacant corridor.

Remus stopped walking when he saw what was ahead, or rather what wasn’t ahead. 

“Where is it?” you said, running down the corridor towards where the golden gargoyle once stood. Now it was only a blank wall, devoid of any indication this had once been the entrance to the Headmaster’s office. 

“We were just here,” Peter said, walking up beside you. 

“Where the fuck did it go?” Sirius cried, throwing his hands against the wall. He pressed into it, feeling around the edges of the stone, though nothing occurred. 

“Does it change location?” Lily asked. 

Remus hummed, still staring at Sirius’s futile search. “It never has before, at least in my experience.”

Sirius gave it a hearty kick, spinning around with exacerbated huff. “Of course the bloody office has to move now.” 

“Maybe we have the wrong floor,” Peter said. 

“We don’t have the wrong floor,” Sirius droned, beginning to walk aimlessly in circles.

“It was just a suggestion,” Peter said, growing short with Sirius, who had thus far done little to conceal his annoyance. “You’re just kicking the wall!”

“You’re a real fucking git sometimes, Wormtail—”

“Shut it,” Lily said, her eyes narrowed at both of them. “Let’s regroup. Obviously there has to be another entrance, so we should just look for it. Marlene can cover the ground floor, Remus first, Peter third, Sirius fourth and fifth, and Y/N and I sixth and seventh.”

“Why am I with you?” you asked.

“You know why,” Lily sighed. “We can’t have you running around alone, especially now.”

“I can’t avoid them forever. We have classes in a week, and Zephyr is in our house. I’ll have to face them eventually.”

Lily pursed her lips, hesitant despite your newfound confidence. “I still think you ought to—” 

“Lily,” you said, reaching in your pocket to pull out your wand. You held it in your hand, remembering for the first time in a while that you were a Gryffindor. She’s practically useless without someone there to protect her. “I’ll be all right.”

Her eyes darted away as she thought, drifting warily down to your wand. After a moment, she looked back up at you with a single nod. “You take seventh, then.”

You met her eyes, giving her a small smile of thanks before you all began back down the corridor towards the west wing staircase.

“What do we do if we find it, or James?” Marlene asked. 

“We can meet back up on this floor if you don’t find it, or if you find James,” Remus began, “but if you find the entrance and James isn’t there, stay where you are.”

“Bossy today,” Sirius mumbled, though Remus paid him no attention. 

You left Lily on the sixth floor platform, running up another story and down the wing before taking a left towards the tower. The gargoyle was just as you remembered it, imposing where it stood at the end of the corridor. With a great deal of relief you ran up to it, though the wall behind it was closed with no sign of James. You paced before it, trying to remember the password McGonagall had said a few weeks ago, though you knew it’d be a longshot.

“Chocolate cake, chocolate eclair…candy corn?” You shook your head, side-eyeing the gargoyle as its gaze seemed to follow you. You turned away, your fists balling as you racked your brain. “Cherry! It was something cherry, right?” In your excitement you turned to the gargoyle again, though you were only met with its stony face, its mouth resting in a way that seemed to mock your attempts. You continued in your efforts, your feet clicking against the stone floor, “Cherry cobbler, cherry galette? No, cherry clafoutis!”

You jumped back as the gargoyle took a step out of the way, the wall moving open. You were grinning proudly, ready to stride up to the spiral staircase before it began to shift. Fearing Dumbledore himself would walk down to meet you, questioning why you had attempted to break into his office, you whipped around, ready to escape back into the west wing before James shouted your name behind you. 

“Godric!” you yelped, freezing as your hand came to your chest. After your momentary shock, you rushed back towards him, nearly running straight into his chest. “We’ve been looking for you, but the entrance moved—”

“Are we on the seventh floor?” James said, looking around. “And why are you out alone?”

“We are,” you began, “and I am perfectly capable of being out alone. We should go, though, the others are probably waiting for us by now.”

You went to leave, though he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back. “Wait, he gave me something,” he said, holding out in his other hand a chocolate egg, decorated in multicolored foil. 

“An Easter egg?”

James unwrapped it, balling up the foil and shoving it into his pocket before cracking it open. He broke off a few pieces, a small scrap of pink parchment falling onto the floor. You picked it up as he popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth, peering over your shoulder as you went to read it. 

You are cordially invited to afternoon tea at Frank and Alice Longbottom’s, 749 Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, on Sunday, 2nd of July at precisely four o’clock. You are encouraged to bring your closest companions. We hope to see you there.

“Seven forty-nine Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, the second of July, four o’clock” James said, saying it for a second time, and then a third.

You turned to look at him, watching as he mumbled the same phrase around his thumb to lick some chocolate off. “Why are you repeating it?”

“I’d put five galleons on it disappearing,” he said, watching the parchment. 

Just as he predicted, the words slowly faded, the parchment blank in a matter of seconds. 

“Seven forty-nine Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, the second of July, four o’clock,” he muttered, his eyes darting to yours. “Remember it?”

“Seven forty-nine Mandrake Lane, Upper Topton, the second of July, four o’clock” you said, your brows furrowing.  

You remembered quite vividly McGonagall’s complete dismissal of his request to speak with the Headmaster, though it seemed as though she had nothing to do with it, given the fact that Nick had brought him here. Then, he comes back with a message in vanishing ink from your Headmaster, one which appeared to be a simple invite to a friendly catching-up-over-afternoon-tea. 

You handed him back the paper which was now largely useless, save for proof that any of it had happened. 

“Frank and Alice, didn’t they graduate a while ago?” you asked.

“Yeah, I went to their wedding. My parents are old friends with Frank’s.”

Your palms were beginning to sweat, wondering what your Headmaster would have to do with two former students. “Do you have any idea what this is about?” 

James leaned in closer, his breath falling against your cheek. “I think so, but I can’t tell you here.” 

“RoR?” 

He nodded, following you down the corridor towards the staircase. 

“They’re waiting on the second floor. We checked every one for the entrance,” you explained.

He chuckled, shaking his head as you descended the stairs. “I didn’t know it moved, but so does everything in this castle.”

When you all got to the RoR, James explained what had happened with Dumbledore, relaying the note in full. What Dumbledore had actually said to him out loud amounted to very little in the long run. He had warned James not to do something that would cost him his spot as Head Boy, going on a bit about his father when he was a student before wishing him a happy Easter, handing him the egg and sending him on his way. 

When he finished, James was just about the only one who didn’t look as if their brains had been scrambled to bits. 

“Do you have any cigarettes on you?” you asked Sirius, suddenly feeling twitchy and in want of something to do with your hands. 

He stared at you for a moment with pursed lips, grumbling as he rummaged around in his back pocket. Without a word he tossed you the pack, sighing as you took one out and lit it. 

Lily’s foot was tapping on the floor, her eyes far off. “What do Frank and Alice have to do with us? They graduated when we were second years,” she paused, her eyes bouncing from person to person. “Were any of you close with either of them?”

“Not really, but my parents know Frank’s,” James answered. “But they’re both Aurors, bloody good ones at that. You know the rumors about people working on the outside, going behind Minchum and Crouch. After this, I’d bet they’re one of them.” James held up the slip of parchment, folded neatly back up into a square.

“What about Dumbledore? Do you think he’s,” you faltered, the implications too serious to say out loud.

“Probably,” James said, his gaze unwavering. 

When you thought about it some more, it didn’t seem too far off that he would be involved in such an endeavor. You weren’t sure what he thought of Minchum, though the current Minister for Magic wasn’t exactly popular at the moment. Someone like Dumbledore might very well think he wasn’t doing enough to snuff out the Death Eaters, as was the general consensus. 

James didn’t speak for a moment, staring into your eyes. “What’re you thinking?”

“I have no clue,” you said, reeling with the influx of information as you took another long drag.

“Well, I’m coming,” said Sirius, seeming to grow tired of all the talk. “If it’s just a tea party, we can leave early.”

“How can we be sure that's what this is all about?” Lily said, staring at Sirius and James as if they were mad. “What if it’s some sort of trap? You said they were Aurors, for Godric’s sake.”

“It’s Dumbledore,” James said, throwing up a hand, “why would he send us into a trap?”

Remus ran his tongue over his teeth, letting out a long breath. “I’m in.”

“Me too,” Marlene said, standing just a little taller than before.

You turned to James, trying to take in some of his tenacity. “I’ll be there.” 

He smiled, just enough to tell you he was proud. You hated the way you glowed, light under his gaze.

“I guess I will, too,” Lily sighed, crossing her arms as she shot a dissatisfied look around the room. “But if it’s a trap, I’m going to be really cross with all of you.”

“It’s not a trap—” Sirius went on.

You turned around, chuckling at their bickering as you flicked some ash into a vase. As you did, you were suddenly struck with something you had completely forgotten about during the chaos, spinning back around with wide eyes. 

“It’s your birthday!”

James shrugged, not at all bothered that at least you, Lily, and Marlene had neglected to say anything about it to him. “We have bigger problems than my birthday. We can do something when—”

“Absolutely not,” Lily said, turning to the others in shock. While wizards did not tend to place a significant amount of emphasis on the celebration, Lily still took it rather seriously. “Did you remember?”

“Of course we did,” Sirius scoffed. Remus nodded at the statement, running a hand through his hair. 

“I have a gift for you and everything,” you said, frazzled as you remembered it, already wrapped underneath your bed. 

James looked surprised, though that was to be expected. You had never gotten him a gift before, nor had you told anyone else you were doing so this year. It served the dual purpose of acting as a thank you for his help improving your dueling skills. Your face felt warm from the embarrassment of having made your unintended announcement, as you had hoped to keep the matter between you and James, at least for the time being.

“You did?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, wishing you could sink into the floor. “You’ve been helping me out a lot lately and…”

“We’ll give you your presents tonight,” Lily said, walking to the door. “Would you like a cake or something else?”

On everyone's birthday, Lily always went down to the kitchens to politely request a dessert of their choice. She had done it for you, Dorcas, and Marlene since first year, staring with the others when she and James began to date. There was no use in trying to stop her, or do it yourself, so it was best to comply. 

“I don’t want anything,” James said, though Lily was having none of it. 

“He’d like a chocolate cake,” Sirius answered for him.

“That’s your favorite,” Marlene drawled, raising her brows. 

Lily was still staring at James, waiting for his answer. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask for what you got last year.”

James sighed, his head tilting to the side as he thought. “Well, you can’t get me the treacle tart, it’s never as good as my mums.”

“No treacle tart is as good as your mums,” Sirius said, gazing longingly into the distance as if dreaming of Euphemia’s deserts.

“Just get me chocolate,” James said, laughing as Sirius made a show of delight. “Thanks, Lily.”

“My pleasure,” she said, slipping out the door. 

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“Happy birthday dear James, happy birthday to you!”

You all gathered around James in the kitchen, his chocolate cake sitting in front of him at the table. The candles illuminated his face, flickering in the reflection of his glasses. Isby had thrown another fit when you all came down for dinner, since James insisted he would not have his cake without you, though she was eventually swayed. 

“C’mon, mate, make your wish already,” Sirius said, antsy as he eyed the cake.  

Marlene scowled, hitting him on the arm. “You’re always such a piece of work.”

James laughed, his eyes bright as they danced from Sirius to Peter, who was snickering at the argument. They met yours briefly, warm as honey before he closed them, blowing out his candles. 

“Don’t ask me what I wished for, because I won’t tell you,” he said rather seriously.

“What a bore,” Marlene drawled.

Lily shook her head, cutting the cake and giving the first slice to James, despite the fact Sirius had been holding out his hand for the plate. 

“Calm down,” she said, cutting another, “you’ll get yours eventually.”

As a present to yourself, you let your eyes linger on James, teasing Sirius as he took a bite. It was almost two years since you became friends, a year and a half since you started to grow nervous around him, and a month since you admitted to yourself that you loved him. You hoped that cards were right, though it was already starting to feel like they were. You had followed your heart, and now you were collaborating, seeking out the help of others…you would just have to wait and see what came next.

Chapter Eighteen

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Tag List: @floverisland @ilovejamespottersomuch @googie-jeon @tvnile

[imawholeassmood]

What's in a Name

"Oh rao, I can't believe it." Kara works to contain her excitement as she nears the tiny shadowy figure stalking her in the unkempt grass outside her apartment. "This is really happening," she squeaks, "the cat distribution system has finally picked me."

The little void peers up at her with mischievous green eyes, it's backside wriggling with anticipation. Kara crouches and waits for the impending attack.

It comes with a burst of energy that burns hot and fast, then fizzles just as quickly as the black cat halts it's attack and stares at Kara with all the regret and panic of a teenage girl who just told her best friend she's in love with her. Not wanting to scare the cat, Kara hesitates, but the thought of this little cutie spending another minute on the streets compels her to scoop it into her arms and promptly rub her nose into its face.

"Right," she says and holds the cat at arms length, a quizzical gaze on its face. "Bath first."

***

Kara takes care to get the water temperature just right. Scratchy does not appreciate the effort. Claws scrape against her skin as Shadow fights against her, desperate to escape the soapy water. Kara hadn't actually found any fleas on Toothless during her physical exam to evaluate the cat's condition, and for that, she was grateful. She couldn't stand the idea of this baby being in any worse condition. A little prick digs into her finger and she mumbles, "ok, not Toothless."

She rinses the last of the suds and begins to wipe Bones with a towel. While the fight may have ended, Kara can't help but think it's a temporary reprieve, if the look on Merlin's face tells her anything. Those green eyes bite through her, clearly plotting revenge. Kara thinks it might be a good night for an all night movie marathon.

She wraps a dry towel around the still scowling cat and a tiny paw pokes out of the opening near its head, trapped like it got stuck mid escape. A disappointed huff let's out from the wet nose and Kara giggles at the adorableness.

"Here," she says," let me help you with that." She works to tuck the paw in the towel but not before dropping a kiss on the pink toe beans. "Beans," she tests the name. The cat throws a scowl at her. "Well if you have a name you prefer, feel free to share it."

The cat meows at her, and it draws a laugh from Kara whose whole body relaxes and swells with love. She drops a kiss on the furry forehead.

"I'll work on my pronunciation."

***

With Noodle cleaned and dried and now hiding under Kara's bed, licking herself to perfection, Kara works on preparing what amounts to a small buffet for each of them. She sets the takeout boxes on the table for herself and a plate of various wet and dry cat foods on the floor for Zephyr.

"Dinner's ready," she calls out, then wonders if she should take the plate to the bedroom instead. Building trust with cats sent by the universe can take time, and Kara's mind spirals with thoughts of what horrors Anubis might have endured while living on the streets. She's halfway to planning Calypso's catio to ease the transition from rugged outdoor cat to spoiled house cat when she spots the dark figure lurking along the wall. Kara freezes.

She debates her best course of action - does she offer her hand with a pspsps or do nothing? They stare at each other. After a moment where nothing happens, Kara averts her eyes, sending her gaze to the ceiling where she spots a spider in the corner. Great she thinks, let's hope Raven doesn't have an appetite for arachnids.

Kara's pulled from her thoughts by crunching near her feet. She sneaks a peak and sees Shuri ferociously air chomping a mouthful of dry food. A face-splitting grin splashes across her face.

After watching Potsticker test each of the offerings, finishing all but two samples, Kara once again attempts to build rapport.

"You don't have any allergies do you?"

Xena cocks her head and looks at her. Kara swears if this cat were human, there'd be a quirked brow to go along with that look.

"You're very expressive," she muses. "I wonder what you're thinking."

Unice meows at her, and Kara wishes she spoke cat.

***

She's struggling to stay focused on the movie with Ripley hiding away somewhere in her apartment. Kara hasn't seen the cat for hours and worries the progress she thought she made at dinner might have just been her hopeful imagination.

By the time breakfast rolls around, Kara's convinced Peony is plotting to kill her. Neither of them slept. Kara kept an eye out with her x-ray vision and noticed Nala spent the entire night exploring, poking and prodding with her pink-toed mitts at every window, door, latch, hatch, or moving part that might lead to a way out of the apartment. Every few hours, Jynx would check on Kara, looking almost annoyed to find her awake and looking back.

Kahlua's nowhere to be found when Kara's ready to head out to CatCo. She unlocks the door and calls out, "I'll be back soon, Calliope."

A flash of black streaks across the room and knocks into Kara's legs as soon as the door cracks open. Kara catches herself and stumbles into the hallway. Mittens is running around the hall, knocking into door after door. At the end of the hall, she stops in front of the elevator, looks it up and down, then turns back to Kara.

Little Yoda's ribs vibrate with heavy puffs and her eyes are wide. Kara approaches her slowly.

"It's ok, Izzy," she purrs. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Green eyes dart around. As if realizing there's nowhere to go, the fight leaves her.

"I know you're scared," Kara says, "this is a new place and we're still getting to know each other. But, if you'll give me a chance," she swallows, "I promise you will never again know a day without love."

The look on Dotty's face softens and it melts Kara's heart. The cat looks back at the elevator one more time before walking towards Kara. Grace, with all her regal elegance, brushes against Kara's ankle. It's the greatest moment of Kara's life.

***

"What is that?" Alex asks when Kara arrives at the DEO.

"This," Kara says, straightening herself and hooking her thumbs behind the shoulder straps at her chest, "is Griffin." The name is met with an immediate meow of objection. Kara looks down at the cat strapped to her chest then looks back up to Alex. "We're still deciding on a name."

***

It goes like that for a week with Kara toting the cat around with her. Bumblebee tries to run away at least once a day and continues to deny Kara's ideas for names. The day Dino curls up with Kara while an episode of Golden Girls plays on television is the day Kara thinks her heart might explode out of her chest.

With Athena's head buried in the crook of her neck, Kara strokes gently along her side.

"I love you, Tess," she breathes into black fur. A soft thrum purrs against her.

***

Kara enters the DEO panicked and sick with fear.

"She's gone, Alex," she manages to say through garbled, teary heaves. "I have to find her."

"Who?" Alex says and squeezes Kara's arms both to steady her and calm her.

"Ma'am's," Vasquez interrupts, "you might want to see this." She holds out a remote and turns on a television.

A news report shows an aerial view of a glass skyscraper with a large "L" emblazoned on the face. The ticker reads "Missing CEO found safe."

Before Alex or Kara can ask, a commotion stirs near the door. Agents scurry and someone yells, "you can't go in there."

Alex straightens herself to face the approaching party and sets a hand on her hip holster.

Kara wipes tears from her soaked cheeks.

A woman with alabaster skin, jet black hair, and deep red lips marches straight towards her. The tailored black suit commands the attention of every pair of eyes. Pale pink heels clack against the linoleum. Kara swallows the lump in her throat.

The woman stops inches before Kara, uncaring of the weapons pointed at her. Green eyes bore into Kara.

At long last, red lips curl into a smirk and a strong eyebrow quirks. She moves her head next to Kara's, so close Kara can feel the warmth of her breath against her ear when she purrs the words, "my name is Lena."

[pupsmailbox]

MARINE ID PACK

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PRONOUNS︰ ab/abyssal. aby/abyss. aeg/aeg. amph/amph. an/anemone. ang/angelfish. angel/angel. aq/aqua. aqua/aqua. aqua/aquatic. aquatic/aquatic. azu/azure. azur/azur. bay/bay. be/beach. beach/beach. bleu/bleu. bloop/bloop. blu/blub. blu/blue. blue/blue. bo/boat. bottlenose/bottlenose. brim/brim. brine/brine. brook/brook. bubb/bubble. bubble/bubble. ca/catch. cae/caer. cala/cala. carp/carp. cat/cattail. cattail/cattail. clam/clam. cloud/cloud. co/cod. co/coral. coast/coast. coast/coastline. cod/cod. cor/coral. cora/coral. coral/coral. coral/coralreef. cove/cove. cra/crab. curr/current. dae/daem. de/deep. del/del. di/dive. dol/dolphine. drift/drift. drip/drop. ebb/ebb. eel/eel. eury/eury. fi/fin. fi/fish. fin/fin. fish/fish. fish/fishe. fish/fishie. fish/fishy. flo/float. flo/flood. flo/flow. float/float. flood/flood. flow/flow. fo/foam. foam/foam. fwi/fwish. gale/gale. gill/gill. gre/green. hi/hide. ink/ink. jel/jelly. jell/jellyfish. jelly/jellyfish. ke/kelp. kelp/kelp. la/lagoon. lagoon/lagoon. lake/lake. li/light. luu/luu. ma/marine. mako/mako. mar/marine. mari/mari. mari/marine. mari/time. marine/marine. maritime/maritime. mer/maid. mer/mer. mer/mermaid. moon/moon. nauti/nautical. nautical/nautical. nep/neptune. ner/ner. neri/neri. nerine/nerine. oce/ocean. ocea/ocea. ocea/ocean. ocean/ocean. oct/octa. octo/octopus. orca/orca. paddle/paddle. pe/pearl. pearl/pearl. pose/pose. puddle/puddle. puffer/puffer. ree/reef. reef/reef. riv/river. river/river. sa/sand. sail/sail. sal/sal. sand/sand. scale/scale. school/school. se/sea. sea/sea. sea/seashell. sea/seaweed. sea/shore. sea/side. sea/water. seashore/seashore. seaside/seaside. seawater/seawater. sh/ship. sha/shark. shark/shark. she/shell. shel/shell. shell/shell. shine/shine. shoal/shoal. shore/shore. shri/shrimp. sink/sink. siren/siren. snipe/snipe. so/shore. splash/splash. spon/sponge. squ/squid. squid/squid. star/fish. star/star. star/starfish. sting/sting. storm/storm. su/sun. sun/sunbathe. swi/swim. swim/swim. swish/swish. sword/sword. tear/tearself. ten/tentacle. thal/thal. thalassic/thalassic. theo/theo. ti/tide. tide/tide. tre/trench. trit/trit. tro/tropical. tu/tuna. tunas/tuna. tusk/tusk. um/umbrella. urc/urchin. voi/void. wa/water. wa/wave. wash/wash. wat/water. water/water. wave/wave. wha/whale. whale/whale. whirl/whirl. whirl/wind. whirlwind/whirlwind. wind/storm. wind/wind. windstorm/windstorm. ☀. ⛱. 🌅. 🌊. 🌞. 🌴. 🍥. 🎣. 🏖. 🐋. 🐙. 🐚. 🐟. 🐠. 🐡. 🐬. 🐳. 👙. 💧. 🚢. 🛥. 🦀. 🦈. 🦐. 🦑. 🦞. 🦪. 🧽. 🩱.

[feelyoubehindmyeyes]

new chapter 🖤

“Say no. Say you don’t want me too.”

She closes her eyes and opens her mouth as the burning spreads through her like a siege. His breath feels heavy against her cheeks and when she meets his gaze again, his eyes are wrung.

You hold parts of me that no one ever thinks to find.

Her face is pleading.

Touch against lips - a zephyr that dangles luxurious surrender. His hands are urgent. No teeth.

[tasmparkerr]

The Snake: Pt 1

Sebastian Sallow x MC

word count: 2.6k

summary: Sebastian Sallow was arrested in Fifth year after the murder of his uncle, now he's returned to Hogwarts for his Seventh year after tricking the ministry into thinking he's innocent. This story follows Maeve Caillouet (MC) through the struggles of her final year at Hogwarts as she tries to handle her past traumas, a Weasley and a Sallow, her best friends Ominis and Anne, as dark magic begins to sprout once again and escaping Death becomes a lot harder. warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: ope not me posting something, it may not be smut and I may be heading towards a HL fixation but oh well, thought I’d post something that I’ve been writing for shits and giggles maybe I’ll do more, maybe I’ll ignore this account again for a year lol who knows

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It has been two years since Sebastian Sallow was arrested for the murder of his uncle. Not a day has passed without his name crossing my mind. So much has happened since that fateful day.

The memories of that day flood my mind...

. . .

"No! You can't! He's innocent! He's fucking innocent!" I screamed, desperately struggling against the grasp of a Ministry official. "I know he didn't do it. He's a good person, he didn't fucking do it!"

But the truth was, I was lying. I was there when he committed the act.

Yet, I didn't care. I couldn't let them take him away. I couldn't.

Sebastian's eyes held a hollow emptiness as I saw him for the last time. They conveyed so much yet nothing at all. A sad smile played on his lips, a bittersweet farewell.

Just then, Ominis appeared, panting from running. "Oh, Merlin... Sebastian..." he whispered, anguish evident on his face.

I kicked and twisted, refusing to give up. "I will fucking-"

"Maeve," Professor Fig's voice rang out above the commotion, "Stop it. Stop it now."

I stared at him, bewildered. I wasn't going to stop. I was standing by Sebastian, I was there. They didn't know the whole story. They weren't there. Maybe if I...

Professor Fig's eyes flashed with a warning, tapping his temple.

Oh.

If I revealed the truth, that I was there, they would take me in as well. They might want to extract my memories to uncover everything, including the ancient magic. It would put the world at risk and potentially ruin everything.

Sobs shook my body as I succumbed to the overwhelming sense of defeat. The Ministry official released his grip, and I crumpled to my knees. Tears fell onto the cold stone floor of Hogwarts.

"Get away from her," Ominis's voice warned, and I felt his cold hand on my shoulder as he knelt beside me. "It's alright... It's okay. It's going to be okay..."

"No, no, no... He's..." I sobbed, my whole body trembling.

One of the Ministry men cleared his throat. "Alright... I know it's an emotional moment, but we must be off. We can't keep Azkaban waiting."

A surge of rage and hatred coursed through me. His name burned into my mind—Zephyr Mumblethorn. I would never forget his face. Witnessing his magic binding Sebastian's hands together ignited an indescribable bloodlust within me. One day, he would pay for what he had done.

"Sebastian... Sebastian, I promise I'll take care of Anne. I will find her, and I won't let her die. I swear. I will never stop. I swear," I called out to him.

He gave me one last soft glance, and then he was gone. Aspirated from the room. All that remained were Professor Fig, Ominis, and a few lingering students.

I never heard Sebastian say the word 'goodbye.'

. . .

Now, it was the first day of our seventh year at Hogwarts. It was also Anne's first year back.

Walking by my side, her brunette hair longer than when she was last in school, I had braided it delicately to keep it away from her face. She grew stronger with each passing day.

Finding a cure for Anne had been a challenge. Ominis and I had started searching the day Sebastian was taken. We delved into books that mentioned curses, even those unrelated to Anne's condition.

We pored over every healing book, every potions book—everything we could find in the library. But we found nothing.

It wasn't until we looked beyond Hogwarts that we discovered something—a magical item. It was a necklace with a shining diamond at its center. Legend had it that it was one of the most powerful enchanted items ever created. It emanated a protective spell for the wearer, guarding against curses, harmful potions, and poisons. Basically, anything that wasn't a physical attack.

Once we found Anne hiding in an abandoned home on a desolate farmland, we explained everything that had happened and gave her the necklace. As soon as she put it on, the diamond transformed into an emerald green color.

Since then, she has been cured. We don't know what would happen if she took it off, so she never did, and she never will. Anne was destined to live a long life.

But I didn't stop there. I took Anne in.

We lived in a small home outside Hogsmeade. I found a job at the Three Broomsticks, working with Sirona Ryan, who pays me generously for the summer. I also work on weekends during the school year.

Anne works at J. Pippins' shop, following the same schedule as me. Pippins adores her, and her skills have enhanced the quality of his work, boosting his business.

We made our lives work. We took care of each other. And now, we were returning to school together.

As students, both new and returning, streamed into the dining hall, we found our places at the Slytherin table, right next to Ominis. His cloudy eyes brightened when he heard us sit down.

"Hello, Ominis. It's Maeve and Anne," I greeted, pleased to see our friend.

Ominis's face instantly lit up. "Ah, my sweet girls. Welcome back to Hogwarts, especially you, Anne. How does it feel? Are you excited?"

Anne blushed and replied, "Yes, I'm excited, but also nervously anxious. I'm so far behind."

I chuckled, recalling the same feeling when I was a new fifth year. "Oh, I understand. You'll be fine. Omi and I will help you catch up. If needed, I'll speak to Professor Weasley to adjust your schedule, ensuring that at least one of us is with you in every class."

She smiled gratefully, nodding her thanks.

Anne had never fully warmed up to me, and I couldn't blame her. She held me partially responsible for the death of her uncle. I understood her feelings, and if she asked, I would openly admit that I would do it all over again.

I would do anything for him. I would do anything for Sebastian.

His name remained unspoken between us. We hadn't uttered it since that day. The pain was still too raw, too unbearable.

A pair of lips suddenly pressed against my cheek, startling me. I relaxed as I saw Gareth, someone who had been trying to court me since our fifth year. We had gone on a couple of dates, but I hadn't been sure if it counted as dating. Nevertheless, Gareth was sweet, caring, and respectful. We enjoyed each other's company, though I didn't feel the same depth of connection as I did with Sebastian.

"Gareth, how nice to see you. How was your trip to your grandparents?" I inquired.

He smiled and took a seat next to me. "Oh, it was wonderful. The states are unbelievable—so different from here. My grandparents plan to stay there permanently. You should have seen it—the hills, the culture... it's brilliant. The muggles there are a different breed of humans! Maybe next summer I can take you with me?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. Thankfully, Headmaster Black's clearing of the throat signaled the start of the sorting ceremony.

Gareth gave me a small smile and rushed back to his table. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Ominis chuckled.

"When will you let that puppy off his leash? It's not fair to string him along," Ominis commented.

I crinkled my nose. "Yeah, I know. It's just... I don't know. I don't mind him. He's kind, caring, and treats me well, but he's just not..."

Anne shifted uncomfortably beside me. Ominis's lips curved into a sad smile. "He's not who you truly desire. I understand. Believe me, I can only handle so much conversation with Imelda Reyes before wanting to lose my hearing as well."

I smiled, my eyes briefly darting toward Imelda's bitter face. Ever since I beat her flying record, she had despised me. I giggled at the memory.

Ominis brightened at the sound of my laughter. He had taken it upon himself to ensure my well-being, a silent promise made to Sebastian I was sure of it. I had sworn to take care of Anne, and Ominis had made the same commitment to me. I would never forget everything he did for me during our fifth year. The thought of it still sent shivers down my spine.

We happily consumed the feast laid out before us as the first-year students were sorted into their respective houses, the three of us half-heartedly cheering for the brand-new Slythrins. The whole room erupted in gasps and cheers, and I found myself searching for the cause.

"What did I miss?" I asked, my head shooting up.

Ominis stared ahead, his interest piqued. "Quidditch is back this year. Oh, I wonder... It's going to be an interesting year. And it's our last one? How exciting," he mused.

I had never experienced a Quidditch match. My mood lifted, realizing that this year would bring something new. Perhaps Quidditch would become my new distraction.

Anne seemed indifferent, poking at her pudding. We were quickly dismissed and made our way to the Slytherin common room.

Deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts, accessible through a hidden entrance, lies the Slytherin common room. Once inside, it exudes a distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The Slytherin common room is located deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, accessible through the hidden entrance. Once inside, the common room presents its distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The room itself is a spacious, low-ceilinged chamber, adorned with emerald green and silver accents. The walls are made of rough-hewn stone, giving the room an ancient and somewhat foreboding feel. The light is provided by dimly lit sconces that cast eerie shadows across the room, creating an ambiance of secrecy and mystique.

Plush, comfortable sofas and armchairs upholstered in rich green velvet are arranged in small conversational clusters, creating a sense of exclusivity. Dark wooden bookcases line the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls, showcasing the house's emphasis on knowledge and cunning.

The room is adorned with various symbols and decorations that represent Slytherin's traits and values. A large silver serpent sculpture coils sinuously around a marble fireplace, its glowing eyes and flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The snake symbol can be found throughout the room, engraved on the chair legs, woven into tapestries, and even etched onto the grand oak door that leads to the dormitories.

A massive bay window showcases the Black Lake, offering a breathtaking view of the dark waters and the aquatic life that lives inside it. The window is adorned with emerald green curtains that billow gently in the wind, allowing soft moonlight to filter into the room.

I soaked in the familiarity of the common room, the familiar smell of spices and firewood seeping into my lungs. It was always bittersweet coming back here. The memories were almost too much but it was better than living at the shitty small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have such a comfortable space.

I took in the familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of spices and firewood filling the air. Returning to the common room was always bittersweet. The memories were almost too much to bear, but it was still preferable to living in the small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have a comfortable space.

Ominis waved his wand, taking in the surroundings with a contented smile. "Alright, let's change and meet back here in half an hour. We need to compare schedules and make a plan for this year's activities and studies."

Ah, Ominis's annual debrief and game plan. I had been introduced to it last year when he took me under his wing.

Anne chuckled, "Oh god, you still do that? Can't it wait until the Undercroft?"

Ominis looked offended. "Absolutely not! Having a game plan and being on the same page is crucial for ultimate success!"

"Alright, alright... We'll change and meet back. I promise, Omi. We'll be quick," I teased, nodding toward the witch's dormitory. "Come on, Anne."

She followed me up to our room, located conveniently next to each other. We changed swiftly, and as I glanced at Anne. She's a girl with soft features, her face exuding a delicate beauty. Her skin is pale, lending an ethereal quality to her appearance.

Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, have a sunken-in quality that adds a touch of exhaustion to her gaze. Long, flowing brunette hair cascades down her back, framing her face in a captivating manner. She had continued to sport her chopped bangs.

As for her attire, she chose an emerald green nightgown that drapes gracefully around her figure. The fabric is silky and smooth, shimmering ever so slightly in the light. The gown is designed with intricate details, perhaps delicate lace trimmings or subtle patterns of snakes, going down to her knees.

If only she had freckles, she would look just like her twin brother.

My chest twisted. It always did when I looked at Anne for too long.

Turning my attention to the mirror, I beheld my own reflection. Silky black hair flowed in natural waves, cascading down my shoulders and framing my face. The light caught the glossy strands, giving them a shimmering quality.

My bright green eyes, like emerald gems, captured attention with their vibrant hue. Anne often expressed her envy, but I always found them to be a distraction, drawing peculiar comments from others.

Taking in my petite yet curvy figure, I felt a mix of pride and frustration. Anne had made remarks about my body, expressing her desire to look like me, but I brushed it off. While I knew I possessed attractiveness, I didn't believe I deserved to be idolized.

As for my attire, I had chosen a simple and comfortable ensemble. A gray tank top hugged my figure gently, showcasing my slender arms. The soft fabric felt soothing against my skin. Paired with it, I wore emerald green sweatpants that added vibrant energy to my outfit. The rich green color provided a pleasing contrast.

Gazing at my reflection, my eyes fell upon a mesmerizing snake tattoo that elegantly wound its way up my spine. The intricate design began at the base, just above the small of my back, and coiled upward with sinuous grace. The back of my tank top dipped low enough to reveal the initial section of the tattoo.

The tattoo itself was a work of art, its details vivid and lifelike. The scales of the snake were meticulously etched, creating a textured pattern that gave the illusion of real skin.

The snake's body twisted and turned, following the natural contours of my spine. Its lithe form seemed to move with an illusion of life, forever coiling and uncoiling on my skin.

The colors of the tattoo were captivating. Shades of emerald green and deep, rich black blended seamlessly, forming a striking contrast. The green shimmered and glimmered, catching the light, while the black added depth and intensity to the design.

I had gotten the tattoo at the end of my fifth year, as a tribute to my house and my journey. It represented my pride, the hardships endured, and the ancient magic within me. The snake symbolized the cunning and ambition that Slytherin valued.

A sigh escaped my lips as I stretched my arms above my head. Anne sat on her bed, crossing her arms. "Are you done yet? Ominis can't even see you, so who cares if your hair is perfect?"

I laughed. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if his wand could sense the state of my hair. Plus, it would be rude to show up looking disheveled."

Anne smiled. "You sound just like my mother."

We descended back into the common room, where a small group of people had gathered. Among them was Headmaster Black and... his face. My breath caught in my throat, and the air rushed out in a single gasp.

It was Zephyr Mumblethorn.

"Are you sure he's innocent?" Headmaster Black asked, his hands resting on his hips.

Mumblethorn shrugged. "There's no evidence. The investigators at Azkaban couldn't find anything. No proof. We can't keep an eighteen-year-old imprisoned without evidence. He insists it was an Inferius. Swore it under Veritaserum."

Headmaster Black nodded. "Alright... Sallow! Get in here!"

To be continued...

[emeritus-fuckers]

hello i was wondering if i could participate in the match up event?

I am afab and nb, I use any pronouns :) I'm cool with being any gender or being with any gender neither matters much to me

I lov the ghouls and their silly little shenanigans :)

I'm pretty feminine looking, I'm 5'1 and I'm built like a comic book male superhero like broad chest and shoulders but a straight line from the ribs down like a upside down dorito w legs

I'm asian so my eyes and hair are dark, my hair's like a shoulder-length wolf cut ish thing... idk I just hack at it. sometimes I wear glasses, but sometimes I just feel like being blind. When I get dressed I pretend like im dressing up in a fun little costume so my day is more whimsical and silly my go-to is like sailor uranus prince-type girl crush but a wizard or a wizard who is going on an epic expedition to recover lost artifacts but no matter the outfit the key is that I look like I'm secretly a merlin-style cartoonishly evil wizard. So i guess maybe like goth grunge academia something something pinterest buzzword Oh and I have major rbf, and it makes ppl scared of me

I'm an introverted person and I tend to be very logical but. I think different from a lot of ppl apparently. I've been described, to paraphrase, as "sort of ominous and mysterious but actually funny", "uncanny and unsettling in a good way", and "awkward and weird but its endearing" which just sound like insults. I like to live in my head and make silly stories and things to play with. Like every tumblr user I've got fucked up mental health and bad parents so I am kind of like one of those freaky ass chihuahuas that is always scared and shakes and bites people and has digestive issues. I tend to be hard to read or sort of deadpan so I like fucking w people since they can't tell if I'm joking bc i love mischeif and japes. I want to be a silly not-quite-supervillain like Dr doofinshmirtz or like a trickster archetype sort yk

I was a pretty intense synchronized swimmer for like 9 years I competed at like opens and nationals and all that when I was in school but my university doesn't have :( I'm on the rowing team now but I would rather do synchro esp since being my main thing was being flexible and it has no advantages in rowing lmaooo I've been a huge vocaloid fan since elementary school so I've been around in that community for a while (I am so well-adjusted). I like to make vocal synth covers and draw, especially when I'm able to work with producers to provide art for their vids it's so cool hehehehhe I mostly listen to vocaloid music but I like a lot of metal stuff as well that's how I found out abt gonst. I also like 2 play video gamez, I'm so fucking bad at them but I think it's rly funny so I just spend hours giggling and watching myself get mauled over and over.

I love horror a lot but I'm less a slasher girlie and more of a supernatural psychological tormet girlie esp if its got mythology or religions shit involved. Im majoring in history bc all good history ppl like silly metal and I wrote this instead of my abstract that's due in like an hour bc I have no idea what to do for the topic 🥲🥲

- the fuckin wizard

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is... Zephyr

They like listening to you talk about your major and interests. He's a very good listener.

While they might not be the best swimmer, they enjoy the activity and if you want to show off, they'll absolutely let you and be super proud.

He doesn't mind how unique your style is. He probably wouldn't really try to match clothes with you, but they'd try their best to buy you stuff you'd enjoy.

Since he doesn't really walk much, they picked up drawing and started doing it with you. They're surprisingly good at it for someone who just randomly said "I'm bored, maybe I should start drawing".

Also, horror movie date nights! They're also much more of a psychological horror person, but his favorite is of course the paranormal (he finds it hilarious) so you two take turns picking the movies.

Video game dates included, too. He's got a PS3 and the first three Uncharted games, as well as some others. Their favorite is Uncharted 3.

He'll insist you wear your glasses. He knows the consequences of ignoring his health. It's not fun.

~

Written by Nosferatu with the help of the wonderful and of @ask-zephyr-ghoul (ilysm pookie).

[understandableparadox]

wizard posting

THE WIND OF ILL TIDE BUFFETS ME, I HAVE BEEN TARGETED BY A CABAL OF WARLOCKS. THEY SEND THEIR FIENDISH FAMILIERS TO MY NEWLY RENOVATED TOWER OF ARCANE WIZARDERY AND HAVE THEIR STUPID LIL IMPS SHIT ON THE NEW LIME STONE FACADE AND CALL ME NAMES LIKE "NERD" AND "NEPOGRANDPA". JUST BECAUSE MY KIN WAS MERLIN DOES NOT MEAN THAT I DID NOT STUDY HARD FOR MY MAGICAL MIGHT!!!!

AND OF COURSE I CANT JUST BLAST THEM, SURE THEIR DEMONIC ENTITIES THAT DELIGHT IN THEIR CASUA CRUELTY BUT THEY ARE A LIL CUTE SO THAT IS IN FACT BEYOND THE QUESTION.

NO... I MUST GO TO THE SOURCE, I SHALL DECLARE MY RAVENS MESSAGES A "MAGIC SUGERBABY FREE ZONE!"! IF YOU ARE ONE OF MY COLLAUGES AND ARE ALSO A WARLOCK, SEND RAVEN POST-HASTE, UPON THE WIND OF ZEPHYR OR FACE BANISHMENT! FROM MY COMMUNICATIONS OF COURSE.

[kingdomkeykitsune]

KHOC WEEK 2023 DAY 3: FRIENDS OR LOVERS

I will never not love this sketch and I'll pull it out any given opportunity I swear.

So, Kimbri has a LOT of interpersonal connections that mean a lot to her, but a little fun fact I've shared before and will likely share again is that it's thanks to @khoc-week that she has an official ship! Kimbri and Leon's relationship got it's start with the original KHOC Week's AU day prompt where I drew a silly little Shoujo AU where Kimbri had a crush on Leon. (I was a bit late to that prompt, didn't post it until the 6th but I drew it the day before so their anniversary is August 5th!) Things just grew from there, and now I couldn't imagine not having this ship!

Anyway, into the lore! I'll just hit the highlights about who her most important people are. These are listed in no particular order

Leon, of course. The love of her life, her sweet lion. Couldn't imagine a life without him at this point, and thankfully she'll never have too.

Aerith, her best friend and a sort of surrogate sister figure.

Ienzo, since they were both wards of Ansem the Wise she considers him her little brother.

Vega, her biological big brother who went missing during the Fall, he's the one she's searching for.

Cloud, a close friend (and in some AUs an additional romantic partner, poly ftw) She is often frustrated with his constant disappearing acts.

Sora, she basically adopted him as an additional little brother after meeting him during KH1.

Echo, in Sister AU Echo gets the same treatment as her brother, becoming a beloved ray of sweetness and sunshine in Kimbri's life.

Cid, he's been her surrogate father figure for the past decade or so since the Fall.

Vincent, also fills the role of a surrogate father, but in a different way than Cid does.

Rosa, the mysterious woman who ran Traverse Town's only restaurant, she provided a nurturing feminine presence in Kimbri's life that had previously been sorely lacking as all her parental figures since her birth parents passed had been men.

Merlin, he taught her most of what she knows about magic after she lost her memories of most of Ansem's teachings for reasons unknown to her.

Orihime, Sora and Echo's mother. She doesn't meet her until very late in the story but she quickly becomes very dear to her, reminding of her birth mother in the most comforting way.

Ansem the Wise, her uncle and guardian with whom she currently has a strained relationship. She loves him dearly but it's hard to reconcile that with the horrible things that happened under his watch, including her own trauma to do with the Apprentices' experiments.

And then there's a few that haven't been born yet

These are Leon and Kimbi's kiddos, who are of course some of her most precious people! Ariav and Nova are twins!

Ariav, the eldest, Mama's little helper who's always trying to fix things for her.

Nova, the middle child, strong willed and independent her mother is one of the few people who can reign her in without a fight.

Zephyr, the youngest, the biggest Mama's boy in the group, loves to sit and read or learn about magic with her. (He takes after Kimbri's father's side of the family so that's why he doesn't look much like the rest of the family. He also got Mama's "gets cold easily gene poor bab.)

[polarisgreenley]

A Bouquet of New Beginnings Chapter 18: Zephyr Lily

Floriography: Sincerity/Will you help me?

Summary: The date for the Asclepius Record is set, Sebastian invites her to Feldcroft that weekend, and a bit of lightning collection with one Garreth Weasley.

[AO3]

Excerpt of the chapter is under the cut below, full chapter can be read through link above!

Professor Sharp lifted an eyebrow as his quill stopped abruptly. “Miss Loreley, could you repeat that?”

Her thumb pressed into her scarred palm.

“I would like to borrow two warded collection jars, as well as receive your written approval, to harvest arcane lightning during this Friday’s storm,” repeated Artemis calmly.

The sound of cauldron metal being scrubbed ceased.

“Merlin’s left tit.”

“Language, Mr. Weasley,” scolded Professor Sharp as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Atop his desk were two harvested gargantuan venomous tentacula leaves – a show of good faith and proof – and the original Sticky Solution potion with an attached report. The windows behind him were pitch black with the late office hours, and only herself, the professor, and Garreth were there.

The scrubbing started back up at a snail-like pace.

The older man gave a deep, tired sigh before he stood and gestured for her to follow. The moment they entered his office, the door shut and tightly locked.

“And just how were you going to collect this?”

“The Astronomy Tower rooftop, sir,” said Artemis as she pulled out her written proposal. “The latent magic around and within Hogwarts would theoretically provide enough to imbue the falling lightning with enough arcane energy. And with a well-placed lightning conductor and coordinating the warded collection jars into the points drawn in the sketch, the lightning could be contained and gathered with minimal risk.”

“And why do you require arcane lightning? It’s not in any year’s curriculum.”

“Arcane lightning would triple the harvest of Professor Garlick’s greenhouses, which directly impact both your potions ingredient stock as well as for the Hospital Wing. Additionally, arcane lightning would greatly enhance the anti-paralyser potions within the apothecary, and gathering extras would allow experimentation for other possibilities. Mr. Pippin doesn’t carry any, the prices are astronomical, and since it is beyond the standard lightning material, unable to order through the school. I would like to be a bit more… resourceful, sir.”

Professor Sharp lifted an eyebrow. “You do realise there is the very real possibility of electrocution?”

“Safety precautions are outlined on the next page,” continued Artemis as Professor Sharp flipped the proposal. “The tower’s infrastructure has protection runes etched in to prevent storm damage, and the warded collection jars would cease to collect at capacity. A safe distance will be maintained on the nearest platform, as well as don the gear as stated.”

Another long silence followed. Artemis patiently waited for Professor Sharp’s verdict. Of course, it could potentially not storm, but she wanted to be prepared regardless. She’d already gotten a few warded jars for the Hospital Wing and her own stock from the Room, but with the professor’s permission, it would add legitimacy for staying up past curfew if necessary. 

The dull throb continued from her palm through her arm.

“Your material is well-prepared,” started Professor Sharp slowly as he flipped through the proposal once more. “The two jars that you are requesting from me would be for the classroom?”

“They would be for however you deem fit, Professor.”

“I see. Though with electrocution risk, I cannot sign off without at least another person –”

“–I’d like to recruit Garreth,” interrupted Artemis. Professor Sharp lifted an eyebrow. “He is the most knowledgeable at both real knowledge and application for ingredients in our year.”

“You trust Mr. Weasley to assist you with this?”

“Yes.”

“He’s serving detention for exploding his seventh cauldron and nearly destroying a classroom in fire as we speak,” pointed out Professor Sharp.

“I understand, sir, but I trust him,” insisted Artemis. This time, she didn’t shy away from Professor Sharp’s gaze.

Another few moments passed before Professor Sharp let out a sigh. “Call in Mr. Weasley please.”

Artemis blinked twice before she smiled, and gently opened the door.

“Garreth,” called out Artemis as she beckoned him.

Garreth whipped around from the cauldron that he’d been scrubbing. His cheeks appeared pink under the lamp light as he joined them in the office.

“Mr. Weasley, your detention this Friday has been changed.”

“Professor?” Garreth asked, tilting his head.

“You’ll accompany Miss Loreley this Friday, and will adhere to her every instruction. Miss Loreley, I will have the requested jars here Friday. Once the task has been completed, both of you are to report back to me without delay. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” answered Artemis and Garreth.

“Mr. Weasley, you can return to your detention.”

“Yes, sir,” said Garreth.

Garreth’s gleaming peridot eyes met hers before he left the office. She shut the door once more and looked back at Professor Sharp.

“Was there something else, Miss Loreley?”

“Yes, sir. Um – with your latest extra assignment –”

“– the Sticky Solution, yes. It seems you have done a perfect brew; I shall be reviewing the report later.”

“Yes, well… I, would also like to submit this one, sir,” said Artemis as she pulled out her second vial. This one, unlike the coral liquid, was a deep magenta.

Professor Sharp picked up the vial. “This doesn’t look the correct colour.”

“I modified the recipe.”

“Modified it? How so?”

“When testing the Sticky Solution on moving dummies,” started Artemis, carefully hiding the field test on poachers, “I noticed the Solution only envelopes a limited scope, and if it doesn’t land just right would fizzle away. And Diffindo’d easily. This one is modified so it can’t be diffindo’d, and would expand to an extent if the dummy moves.”

Professor Sharp’s eyes widened.

“And what did you modify?”

Artemis held out the copy of the modified recipe. “I adjusted the ratios for the waters, decreased the tree sap and added Devil’s Snare essence.”

“Devil’s Snare…” Professor Sharp repeated as he accepted the copy.

“Yes, sir,” continued Artemis as Professor Sharp started to read through the paper. “Devil’s Snare’s resistant to Diffindo, and with the Devil’s Snare properties, even a few drops land would be enough to stretch to two limbs if the person moves. It’s shrinks down to the original amount with a Bluebell Flame charm.”

“Hmm… interesting. I will review this and will get back to you. For now, focus on your proposed arcane lightning collection. You’re free to go; let Mr. Weasley know his detention for tonight is done.”

Artemis nodded as she left the professor’s office.

“Garreth, Professor Sharp said you’re free to go.”

Garreth sighed in relief. “Oh thank Merlin. Hold up, I’ll walk to you Slytherin.”

“I- alright, sure,” agreed Artemis as she waited. If she had to be honest, she’d never seen the redhead move as fast as he did now putting away the dirty rags.

“Sorry about that,” said Artemis apologetically toward Garreth as they headed into the dungeon hall. The redhead whipped his head toward her, his peridot eyes widened.

“Sorry? Whatever for?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t exactly ask you beforehand if –”

“– Merlin, Snow, do you think I would be upset about gathering arcane lightning?” Garreth rolled his eyes as a grin spread across his face. “That’s got to be the best trade-off! I should be thanking you!”

Artemis blinked twice. “Were you listening at the door?”

“No,” said Garreth too quickly.

Artemis chuckled as she rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “No need for thanks. I would feel better if I had a friend helping me with this, so I’m glad you’re taking it in stride.”

Garreth, if possible, beamed more. “Come on, you need to tell me your secret.”

“What secret?” Artemis asked.

He gesticulated wildly. “How you convinced Sharp to just, agree!”

“Well,” started Artemis as they rounded a corner. “I asked, and gave him a proposal.”

“On actual parchment?”

“Yes, Garreth, on actual parchment. If he’s presented with enough evidence, Professor Sharp’s not going to refuse anything outright.”

“He refused to let me experiment,” grumbled Garreth.

“That’s because you do those ones during class,” tutted Artemis gently. “He’s never really stopped you from experimenting when you come into his office hours, right?”

“I suppose so.”

“Right. I presented that it would be beneficial to harvest the arcane lightning if we could, and that there are steps taken to mitigate the risk of being electrocuted.”

Garreth laughed brightly as his red waves bounced with each step. “Ah. By the way, what are those steps?”

“Staying a safe distance away, doing the prior setup as per diagram, there’s already runes in place so that’s taken care of, the Faraday's cage –”

“– Fara what?”

“Faraday's cage,” repeated Artemis as they stopped in front of the blank wall. “I’ll explain Friday. Thank you for walking me back.”

“Anytime! I won’t let you down, I promise,” declared Garreth brightly. “Good night and don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

“There aren’t any bed bugs…” said Artemis before she gave a fond smile. “But, thank you. Sleep well.”

Garreth nodded, and almost had a skip to his step as he bounded away.

She whispered toward the wall. “Zephyranthes.”

The door shut with a loud thump behind her, and she took her leisurely time to appreciate the descent of the spiral staircase, the serene waterfall, and the soft piano.

She wondered if the Room would conjure a piano, like it did for the warded collection jars or the Healing training mannequins. Her fingers missed the ivories.

Her eyes caught Ominis leaned against the windowed alcove, and Sebastian across from him. As she walked closer, her ears picked up snippets of their conversation.

“Come on, Anne would be over the moon to see you.”

Ominis sighed heavily. “I already told you, I – oh, hello Artemis.”

Sebastian whipped his head toward her, his eyes widened briefly before they relaxed.

“Hello. Any mermaids?” Artemis asked curiously.

“Not today,” chuckled Ominis as he gently shook his head. His eyes matched the blue-green of the Black Lake beyond the window, and the Common Room light danced along the lens. They looked like jewelled marbles or sea glass.

“Leave it to Ominis to sense you. Where’ve you been?”

“Professor Sharp’s office hours.”

Sebastian lifted an eyebrow. “Again? Why you want to voluntarily spend more time in Sharp’s presence is beyond me.”

“He’s really amenable.”

Sebastian pointedly looked at her like she grew a second head. Ominis chuckled quietly as he tilted his head toward the window.

“Anyways, perfect timing,” started Sebastian again as he flapped a piece of paper. “Had to settle for just a day trip, but finally got Ronan to sign off. Not to mention Anne convinced my uncle. You available to come to Feldcroft with me Saturday? Meet Anne?”

“Of course,” answered Artemis without hesitation.

The brunet���s warm chocolate eyes brightened at the quick and smooth response.

“Will you be going as well, Ominis?” Artemis asked.

Ominis shook his head disappointedly. “No, unfortunately I’ve got a… meeting I can’t reschedule.”

Artemis’ eyes flitted to Sebastian’s as the latter shook his head minutely. Right, leave it alone.

“Library tonight, Artie?”

Artemis nodded as Ominis gave a disapproving hum.

“You two with your library outings. Don’t you have enough detention to last you until the end of the month, Sebastian?”

“Damned Peeves,” grumbled Sebastian as he turned toward her with puppy-dog eyes. “It’s always when you aren’t with me that I get caught. Can’t you come more often?”

“Perhaps when I catch up to everyone,” apologised Artemis with a small smile.

Both boys’ expressions turned to a degree of pity, which she shrugged off. Instead, she turned toward Ominis. “Would you like to come with us tonight?”

The blond’s eyes widened even has his head tilted minutely toward her. Sebastian briefly had an unreadable expression flit before he eased into a smile. Then proceeded to throw his arm around Ominis’ shoulder.

“Yeah Ominis, come with us. Sneak around the halls, get into places that we shouldn’t be. Maybe Artie could even sneak out a late-night cauldron cake.”

Ominis grumbled a moment with his arms crossed, but the corners of his lips were upturned.

“I suppose I’d like to witness this famed lockpicking.”

“Fantastic! I’m going to grab the books to put back. You know, a legitimate reason to go in,” exclaimed Sebastian before he nearly skipped his way up toward the boys’ dormitory.

“Ominis?” Artemis started as she kept her gaze forward.

“Yes?”

“Is there anything I could do to help? About the meeting or, anything else.” She got the distinct impression that this meeting was not something Ominis was looking forward to.

In her periphery, she caught Ominis tilt his head toward her as his eyes widened. He breathed in deeply before he sighed heavy, and his dark blond locks shook gently as he shook his head.

“No…no. Though I do appreciate the thought. Actually,” paused Ominis, “try and make sure Sebastian doesn’t do anything ridiculous Saturday.”

Artemis blinked twice. “Like when he accidentally ran into the grate during Crossed Wands?”

Nerida had a right laugh even when she was on the opponent side; Sebastian and Artemis still were victorious.  

Ominis huffed a soft laugh. “He seemed to appreciate you healing up his bruise.”

“I’d be a poor duelling partner if I didn’t,” chuckled Artemis.

Ominis nodded, then his tone became sombre. “Anne’s been through a lot, and though Sebastian’s well-intentioned... Well. You hopefully won’t see it but, he and Mr. Sallow… clash. I heard it got worse this past summer.”

Artemis bit her inner cheek. “I’ll do my best,” settled Artemis genuinely. “What’s Anne like?”

“Why’re you asking me? You’ll meet her this weekend.”

“I like to know your opinions.”

“Ha! Be careful what you wish for. Hmm… well. She’s my best friend along with Sebastian. Less bull-headed but… I daresay much more impulsive, which is saying something, considering. I – I miss her,” said Ominis, his voice fond even as his volume slowly dropped.

“I hope she gets better soon,” whispered Artemis.

“I… me too.”

Artemis looked up at that; she wondered what he had hesitated in saying. A comfortable silence befell between them as the piano continued its nocturne.

“Artemis?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you go to the library?”

Artemis looked up toward Ominis once more. His unseeing eyes were kept toward the boy’s dormitory entrance. She gently leaned against the same alcove as Ominis; he didn’t move.

“I’m worried,” said Artemis honestly.

“Worried?”

“Mm.” A dull pain went through her left arm as she pressed her thumb pad into her scar. “I’m worried he’ll whittle himself to the bone.”

When she went with Sebastian, they snatched up Healing texts. They’d sit by the Common Room fire as they bounced off ideas of potential Dark causes and past Healing examples that seemed vaguely promising. Those nights they came back quickly and talked until one in the morning. She didn’t know when Sebastian returned the nights she was busy with her other projects, but she knew he made it a mission to attempt at least four nights a week. It didn’t matter that Leto agreed to the check-up; Sebastian continued his own research.

She was worried history would repeat itself.

Ominis’ smooth voice cut through her thoughts. “When is Healer Gavin visiting?”

“As soon as Anne gives her consent, he’ll let us know,” answered Artemis.

A brief silence passed between them as Sebastian’s signature brown tousle emerged. She heard Ominis quietly sigh.

“Me too.”

“Hm?”

“I’m worried, too.”

[memorayy]

Things abt my mha oc and him with Hawks that literally no one cares abt

The way I draw their dynamic is literally one of them looking besotted or whatever and the other trying to look indifferent. When it’s in public it’s Merlin looking indifferent, when it’s in private it Hawks

I forgot that merlins are also birds of prey so I accidentally made their hero names match, Merlin is actually named after the wizard

Merlin’s given name is Zephyr Weaver, he’s British because unfortunately I’m cursed with having a level of realism when making ocs and I wanted to make a British hero so badly and I thought it was funny

Yes Zephyr’s name basically means “air bender” and that’s leftover from when I was deciding on a quirk (originally called Amplified Airflow but I got reminded of Inasa (ik people can have essentially the same quirk but I came up with the hero name Merlin long ago))

Zephyr and Keigo met via some commission funded summer exchange program, the only reason Keigo was there was to get him socialised in a closed environment (lol I hate you HPSC)

Zephyr is a trans man so when the two met he didn’t know he was yet and they both thought they were being straight with their flirting (they were not (they both had a gay awakening))

I actually have a whole agency of characters that go alongside Merlin, one of them is called Blue Canary, real name Felix Farzaneh, and his quirk is called Information Overload and I love him he’s a silly guy here he is with two others in the agency who I need to come up with names (drew these a while back so their designs may change)

I’m actually still really undecided on the limits of Merlin’s quirk, I named it Arcane Core and part of me is leaning into the quirk doomsday theory with him and the potential that he cannot handle the full extent of his quirk

Speaking of his quirk, I removed him from the canon story narrative via him being told to go back to the UK because “the world” can’t risk his quirk being taken. He wasn’t happy about it but risked being banned from the country if he stayed

He argued with Keigo about it. A lot.

Merlin has met Tokoyami as he was still hanging around Japan during the internship arc, so I might draw something of them interacting (I just love Tokoyami) because that’s Hawks’ little mentee

Merlin has a silly cloak because he played into the wizard thing but I don’t always draw it as shown here:

Keigo calls Zephyr “magic-boy” because he overheard Felix say it once in a discord call and Zeph hasn’t heard the end of it

Zephyr calls Keigo “shortarse” because he’s 3 inches shorter than Zephyr

They call each-other Hawksy and Merly when they’re paired up and they both hate it

Okay bye!!

[abigailbozarthart]

Bunch of gift arts, art trades, artfight attacks, etc.

Apparition in Starfire for Enzo on Discord

Eda masquerading for Mars on Discord

My character Gavin attempting to befriend the feline Borrower Revelry, artfight attack 2023. https://artfight.net/attack/4663260.i-see-you-like-feathers

and https://artfight.net/attack/6350374.dusk-is-the-dawn-of-those-who-wake-in-dreaming

and https://artfight.net/attack/6380572.sunbeams-and-moths

and https://artfight.net/attack/6432106.eventide

and https://artfight.net/attack/6546924.gilded @doxiedreg

and https://artfight.net/attack/5763024.kaijufest-2023

and https://artfight.net/attack/5685481.golden-strategy

and https://artfight.net/attack/4742733.zephyrs-flight

and https://artfight.net/attack/6934235.they-who-wear-the-stars

and https://artfight.net/attack/7229081.the-reaper-tolls

and https://artfight.net/attack/7172609.mochi-squish-harker

and https://artfight.net/attack/7179187.mochi-squish-sashimi

and https://artfight.net/attack/6529774.the-most-adorable-dolphin-dog-creature-thing-of-perfection

and https://artfight.net/attack/7259605.neon-muse

and https://toyhou.se/7043017.neo

and Merlin for https://artfight.net/~LucaLeone

and Mango for neonovnica on Discord

and https://artfight.net/attack/7248462.libra

and https://artfight.net/attack/7003041.leviathans-gravity

and https://artfight.net/attack/6367075.hunger for @apeldille

[catsloverblog]

"Purr-fection in Naming: 100 Irresistible Male Cat Names That Will Make Your Feline Famous"

Choosing the perfect name for your new feline friend can be a daunting task. Fear not, cat lovers! We've compiled a list of 100 unique and charming male cat names that will make your furry companion stand out from the crowd. From mythological heroes to pop culture icons, there's something here for every cat's personality.

Loki - The mischievous Norse god, perfect for a playful troublemaker

Orion - A celestial name inspired by the hunter constellation

Gatsby - For the sophisticated and charming gentleman cat

Merlin - A magical name for a wise and mysterious feline

Atlas - Inspired by the Titan who held up the sky, ideal for a strong cat

Ziggy - A nod to David Bowie's alter ego, great for a quirky cat

Finn - Meaning "fair" in Irish, suitable for a light-colored cat

Apollo - The Greek god of music and poetry, for an artistic soul

Jasper - A gemstone name meaning "treasurer," perfect for a precious pet

Milo - Derived from Latin, meaning "soldier," for a brave kitty

Oscar

Felix

Leo

Charlie

Max

Simba

Gizmo

Thor

Louie

Oliver

Cosmo - A spacey name for an out-of-this-world cat

Banjo - For the musical feline in your life

Whiskey - A smooth name for a golden-colored cat

Zorro - Meaning "fox" in Spanish, ideal for a clever and swift cat

Rufus - Latin for "red-haired," perfect for an orange tabby

Archie

Bruno

Caspian

Dexter

Edison

Figaro - Inspired by the cat in Pinocchio, great for a tuxedo cat

Gandalf - For a wise and majestic long-haired cat

Hugo - Meaning "mind" or "intellect," suitable for a smart feline

Iggy - Short for Ignatius, meaning "fiery" in Latin

Jinx - A playful name for a cat who seems to bring mischief

Koda

Loki

Mowgli

Nemo

Onyx

Perseus - A heroic name from Greek mythology

Quentin

Remy

Socks

Tigger

Ulysses - For a cat with an adventurous spirit

Vader - A powerful name for a black cat, inspired by Star Wars

Winston

Xander

Yoda

Zeus - King of the Greek gods, for a cat who rules the household

Aladdin

Benji

Clyde

Django

Elton - Inspired by the flamboyant musician, for a cat with personality

Fitz

Gulliver

Houdini

Iker

Jagger - For a cat with rock star attitude

Kobe

Lancelot

Mick

Neo

Ozzy - Inspired by the Prince of Darkness, for a mysterious black cat

Pixel

Quincy

Rascal

Sherlock

Toulouse - Inspired by the artistic cat from The Aristocats

Umberto

Vincent

Waldo

Xavier

Yuki - Japanese for "snow," perfect for a white cat

Zephyr

Ace

Bowie

Cheshire

Draco - Latin for "dragon," for a fierce and protective cat

Echo

Frankie

Garfield

Hemingway

Icarus

Jett

Kuro - Japanese for "black," ideal for a black cat

Lennon

Maverick

Ninja

Odin

Pepper

Quasi

Ringo

Sputnik - For a cat that's out of this world

Tango

Udon

Vulcan

Zeppelin

When choosing a name for your male cat, consider his personality, appearance, and your own interests. A name like "Thor" might be perfect for a large, majestic Maine Coon, while "Pixel" could suit a small, energetic Siamese.

Remember that cats respond best to names with one or two syllables, so you might want to use a shortened version of longer names in everyday life. For example, "Perseus" could become "Percy" for daily use.

Some names have interesting origins or meanings that can add depth to your choice. "Jasper," for instance, is not only a gemstone but also the name of one of the Three Wise Men in Christian tradition. "Finn" has roots in Irish mythology, where Finn MacCool was a legendary hero.

Ultimately, the best name for your cat is one that you enjoy saying and that seems to fit your feline friend's unique personality. Happy naming!

[kafka030]

AFKJ OC - MAGISTER KAFKA'S ORIGIN (PART 3)

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> SNEAK PEAK <

> PART 1 <

> PART 2 <

> PART 3 (YOU ARE HERE !) <

. . .

Note: Don't ask him about this in the "mailbox in the Mystical House of his" (ask)... Please... I don't want him to get hurt...

Another Note: ⚠️ Warning... Quite sad though...

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Magister Kafka had been amongst Mortal for thousands of years now... Fully forgotten their so-called home... Two of their favourite places... The mountaintop at the West Edge of Esperia where the Tree of Life is at the centre of the mountain and... their "Sanctuary Realm"...

Of course they become... Exhausted and tired... Due to be amongst the Mortals far too long... Without heading back to their so-called "Homeland"... Have to solve the Mortals problems at hands for countless of times...

Having trouble mind almost... Most of the time... Although they... underwent Permanent Memory Reset and sometimes... Partial Memory Lost due to the contract... However... They do... still have a troubled mind...

Deep, within them... They longing to just... Drifting aimlessly across Esperia without even worried or cared about the Mortals and the fate of Esperia... Having such peaceful mind and observing the Mortals from afar (from their two favourite places) and near (shapeshift and blends amongst them) in silent...

However, he forgot... Truly forgotten because Full Memory Reset due to the contract... As if preventing them from whining, complaining and at one point... Becomes a rebel and doesn't want to do their duties...

and they sometimes... Underwent Partial Memory Lost due to the contract... as if preventing them to dwell too much on the ancient past self... unraveling the hidden... ancient memories of them...

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Health deteriorating over time:

>> We noticed that Zephyr (Magister Kafka) is prone to get sick in recent years... There's a lot of reasons to it...

>> Due to exhaustion:

- Of course, in the surface... it's obviously because of exhaustion... Carrying the fate of Esperia... Around thousands of years already...

- Accomplish the responsibility of Merlin... To fulfill the so-called Merlin's Destiny...

- Although he undergo Full Memory Reset after accomplish the Merlin's Destiny in each era... His vessel knows... How exhausting and tiring he feels throughout his lifetime...

- Serene Lyceum:

> It's very obvious when they attended a Serene Lyceum... Trying to juggle between being a student and The Magister Merlin roles

> Juggling between both responsibilities... truly exhausted him...

> The headmaster, staffs and even the nearby acolytes kept on giving him side quests... Almost EVERY.SINGLE.DAY...

> Despite his refusal but they kept on pleading, offering the rewards and turn blind eyes if he ever breaks some rules in Serene Lyceum... as if desperate and no other mage other than him this era can clean their mess...

> He ended up agreeing to their requests and do as they requested...

> in return... He gets the flexibility to be outside the Lyceum compound beyond the specific timeframe, giving him the space to not attend some lessons due to running the Errands for them and... Being away for a few days due to... feeling unwell due to exhaustion from those side quests... Recovering at the Mystical House of his...

>> Due to the insomnia:

- He had once stayed up for a week... Ended up losing consciousness in the wilderness...

- He felt restless almost all the time (troubled mind per usual)... For some odd reason... There's at one point, he feels like: "He's here but at the same time... not here"

- his inner core (the true self that he forgot), he can stay awake for months due to his half breed nature...

>> Due to extensive use of disguise spell:

- his inner core (the true self that he forgot)... It's been millennium since the last time he changed to his 3 true forms... either half Celestial half Hypogean // Full Hypogean // Full Celestial...

- he have a slight fatigue due to using disguise spell to stay as mortal for thousands of years now...

- Although General Hogan once said that this "Human appearance" is the "real you"... However... Magister Kafka slightly doubt about it... Feeling ever so exhausted when changing forms a lot...

>> Due to consumption of mortal drink and food:

- consuming Mortals drink and food slightly... Weakened him...

- However... he forgot this side effects and indeed he's quite picky with food and doesn't drink liquor...

- still, he consumed them... If he didn't, of course... he would faint... Where will he get the energy to do his tasks at hand other than consuming the mortal food and drink, since he... Forgotten what he usually consumed..?

>> **Normal consumption (past ancient self):

- They usually eat a dead star and a star that might explode...

- Or swallow the darkness, hypofiends and Hypogeans...

- sometimes, when they are too thirsty, the can drink a lake till dry

- Or devour a whole mountain in one bite when they are too hungry

- They actually... rarely devour and drink the blood of mages... However, they begins to crave for it after the... Forbidden ritual upon them...

>> **Do Forgotten Being... Bleed..?

- They are... Half-breed... Half Celestial and half Hypogean... In ancient times... Oddly they... didn't bleed... However, after consuming the blood and flesh of the Supreme Magister, Merlin (Forbidden Ritual)... they... as if inheriting the traits of a Mortal... Exhaustion... Bleeding... Fainting... Feeling unwell... Needed to consumed food and drink of mortals... Etc...

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This is why Magister Kafka seems to be such a weak, prone to sick, Magister Merlin... He had endure... A lot... For thousands of years now...

However, he forgot... He truly forgotten how long have he lived... His muscle memory does know he has been living... too long to count his age by fingers... He do know that he's "ancient" but didn't say it out loud since he confused whether it's true or not...

He doesn't want to endure everything in the first place... He's been forced to be The Greatest Magister Merlin, to shoulder the fate of Esperia as so-called Magister Merlin...

However... He forgot... He truly forgotten about it... About refusing to do so...

He ended up trying his best to eat medicine from the herbs that Dolly makes and sometimes he makes by himself to regain his health, and fear to consult a physician instinctively (due to questioning his ancient past self)... ...

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[theenchantedecho]

Diana has finally showed her face after her mourning period. Maybe she has come out to finally move on or just take on a lover?

The Zabini Zephyr: Mourning to Mating - The Enthralling Evolution of Dazzling Diana

Fasten your magical goggles, dear readers, and grab onto your Quidditch brooms as we embark on a wild and whirling journey into the life of the captivatingly enigmatic Diana Zabini. Poured out from the cauldron of whispers, I present to you the sensational tale of the enchanting sales associate of Madame Malkin's who's stirred the wizarding world with her scandalous transformation!

Remember Diana, the luminary of Ravenclaw House, who charmed us with her acumen in the Astronomy Club, bewitched us in the Potions Club, and dazzled us with her mesmerising spells in the Charms Club? Oh, who can forget the time she innocently accepted a love potion instead of a cheering charm from her admirer in seventh year? That was a show worthy of Merlin's beard!

But alas, not everything under the moon's glow is as pure as unicorn's blood. Married at a tender age to a man old enough to have graduated Hogwarts before even her dear papa was born, Diana swiftly became the grieving widow when her geriatric groom met his demise after just a few months of wedded…er…bliss. The tale was as tragic as a banshee's wail, as she disappeared into the shadowy veils of mourning.

Ah, but our Diana is not one to be kept in the dark corners of despair! An anonymous little bird, who shall henceforth be known as "the talkative thestral", chirped into my ear that our resilient Ravenclaw has finally emerged from her cocoon of sorrow! Witches and wizards, hold onto your hats because the Zabini Zephyr is back!

So, what's next for our vivacious vixen? Here's where it gets delectably scandalous, my friends. Another unnamed, but ever-reliable, source – let's call them "the gossipy goblin" – has whispered into my eager ears that Diana is potentially prowling for a new mate. Could it be the comforting company of a handsome wizard, or is she merely seeking solace in the arms of a fleeting lover? The possibilities are as endless as a Boggart's forms!

Critics and cynics might snarl that Diana's sudden emergence from the shadows of sorrow is unseemly. But let's not be as hasty as a Hungarian Horntail, shall we? Perhaps our mourning maiden is simply trying to move on and find joy amidst the tangled threads of her tragic past. Can we truly fault her for that?

But of course, there are those tantalising whispers that Diana is merely capitalising on her husband's unfortunate departure to ascend the social ladder. A grim theory, my dear readers, but one we cannot ignore. After all, love and ambition often dance the same waltz in our magical world.

Who can say, dear readers, what lies in the heart of our Diana? Is it a craving for love, a hunger for power, or a labyrinth of both? The corridors of her mind are as enigmatic as the veiled lady herself! Rest assured, I, your intrepid reporter, Rita Skeeter, am hot on the trail of this bewitching narrative. I shall not rest until I've quenched your thirst for the truth…or, at the very least, a deliciously embellished version of it.

Until we meet again, let your wandlights shine bright and your magical meanderings be as thrilling as a round of Exploding Snap. Remember, dear friends, no secret is safe from my Quick-Quotes Quill!

@dianazabini

[adonisthearcher]

Last song: Rock with you by Ninja Sex Party. It’s on my liked songs playlist I usually throw on in the morning when I’m tired and driving to work and don’t want to think about song vibes. Have been listening to my Halloween playlist more recently too though.

Favorite color: purple, literally any shade, all the purple

Currently watching: Merlin although it’s been a lot more sparingly as my grad school studies have been heating up. Very close to done with it. Might try and watch more Demon Slayer and/or Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood next cause I have access to those on Plex

Last movie: damn what was the last movie I watched... I think it might have been Luca. Watched it late one night after my friend gave me her Disney plus. It was very cute and honestly hella resonates with queer themes.

Sweet/savory/salty: 9 times out of 10 my go to snack has some sort of sweetness to it. Love my sugar, might be partially the adhd trying to get that dopamine but sugar is good. Mostly chocolate. Do enjoy a good trail mix with unsalted nuts too tho. The ones with salt usually add too much salt.

Relationship status: single, pretty much too busy to try to date atm as a grad student. Not worried about it. Did break up with my ex about a year and a half ago.

Current obsession: grad school hasn’t left me much time outside of studying, but Pokemon is a bit one i enjoy when I have time.

Last thing I googled: jackbox.tv; went to a friends last night and had a fun bonfire hangout/game session. Unfortunately the only day that worked for all of us was a Sunday night, so we had to leave sooner than we would have wanted but it was still fun! Favorite title we came up with for a drawing on drawfulanimate was octopus serving cunt on the runway.

Tags for peeps who want to do it. No pressure if not: @bluemoonmikado @kimyko14 @zephyre-fantasmic @zitruseis @cactme @orion-the-gatherer @dirtylittlemuse @anactualdeadbody

Also anyone who wants to do it is welcome to!

I was tagged by @cat-dragoness, but the reblog chain was getting long, so new post!

Last song: I haven't actually listened to anything yet today. Last thing I listened to last night was Andrew Peterson's Light for the Lost Boy album, which is my current going-to-sleep music.

Favorite color: Blue or purple, depending on the day.

Currently watching: I've been on-and-off watching FMA Brotherhood, Leverage, Critical Role Campaign 2, Phineas and Ferb, and a Fairy Tail rewatch for a while now.

Last movie: North by Northwest, but that was back in July. Whoops.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet, mostly? But also savory depending on my mood. Never spicy.

Relationship status: Happily single, but also crushing on my own characters and a little bit on Quincy Morris.

Current obsession: There's this book called Song of the Selkies that came out a couple weeks ago, and I read it pre-release, and I only just this week managed to think about anything else.

Last thing googled: How to make a circle cape. Hobby Lobby has fleece on sale, and I've been thinking for a while about making the cape equivalent of my favorite fleece jackets, and I am So Tempted.

Tagging @as-dreamers-do, @invisiblewashboard, and @o-lei-o-lai-o-lord (and whoever else wants to do this).