#garreth weasley drabble

[5sospenguinqueen]

Sebastian: I have a crush... on MC.

Garreth: Same.

Sebastian: What?!

Ominis: Get with the times, Sebastian. We all have a crush on MC.

[hollowwrites]

❤️ Garreth Masterlist ❤️

✨ Main Masterlist ✨

🔞 Garreth Headcanons 🔞 - Headcanons for everyone’s favourite Weasley

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(Chronological Order check me out all fancy)

To Hogsmeade - Rewrite of the Hogsmeade quest

The Gardener and the Alchemist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

- Garreth being a beautiful dumbass, but he’s our beautiful dumbass!! Very cute, hopefully spicy at some point!

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(Separate Garreth stuff that isn’t really canon to my other stuff)

What do you Propose? - Garreth proposal fluff

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Little reference for my Garr

[eternalremorse]

Modern!Garreth Weasley would absolutely share a milkshake with you and just stare into your eyes the whole time whilst drinking it.

[itissarah]

Leander: Any last words, Sallow?

Sebastian: If you blast me, your dick is small!

Garreth: Ohhhh

Ominis: I told you, he will always win his duels, no matter what.

[slytherinzz]

Sebastian: “Let’s make a pact: if either of us gets expelled, the other will smuggle us back in.”

Ominis: “If you get expelled, I’ll personally escort you out.”

[slytherinsprincesss]

Sebastian: Hey MC, are you busy Saturday around 3?

MC: No? Why?

Sebastian: What about you Ominis? Are you busy Saturday at 3?

Ominis: No Sebastian, I’m not.

Sebastian: Perfect, because I am! You two go ahead to get butterbeer without me. Enjoy your date ;)

MC: did he just-

Ominis: yes, he did just set us up.

**I feel like Sebastian would be a great wingman to Ominis (when he really tries)**

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

AMIT: Has anyone seen my sextant?

MC: *trying not to smile*

OMINIS: ...?

SEBASTIAN: *hides his face behind his book*

GARRETH: *snorts*

POPPY: *tearing up from holding in laughter*

AMIT: What? ..oh for Merlin's sake, ITS FOR CELESTIAL NAVIGATION YOU PERVERTS! *Storms away, blushing wildly*

EVERYONE: *laughing their asses off*

[btsbabe7]

A/N: a spontaneous semi-spicy drop of a draft that’s been sitting since April 1st, and now that I just watched Challengers and it’s pretty much on brand with this, that’s the mood I’m in. I also didn’t edit this, but I will post it anyways. 🙃

Words: ~2k, (Mature, 18+)

Pairing: Sebastian x Ominis x reader

Natty and Poppy teamed up to put together a small get-together with certain members of your class; however, words and owls got around, and a party of ten had turned into fifty. Overwhelmed, but determined to make the best of the situation, Natty and Poppy were able to get things under control, from snacks to Butterbeer and entertainment, it turned into a literal house party.

You find yourself sandwiched between the two boys you’d managed to get close to over the past few years, Sebastian and Ominis, both surprisingly enjoying themselves, thanks to your presence.

“Wanna try this jelly bean I made?” Garreth exclaims, scaring you from behind while nudging your arm. He stretches his arm between you and Ominis, out towards the light, where a single jelly bean is hoisted between his fingertips.

“Not tonight, Weasley,” you giggle and shrug his arm away. “I’m not in the mood to have smoke coming from my nostrils or other extremities again.”

“Suite yourself,” he replies with a shrug before trailing off to find another potential victim.

You watch Garreth walk over to another girl, one you know to be from Gryffindor, whose name is completely unknown to you. You watch her giggle as he holds his hand out and offers her a tiny red bean. The one he’d offered you had been yellow, for Hufflepuff. Her polish red nails pinch into his palm as she grabs the bean and pulls it between her lips with a teasing smile.

You see Garreth grin softly, but he turns his attention away quickly, right back to you in fact.

“He fancies you,” Sebastian states as if he’s already right and knows it all. “You have him wrapped around your finger.”

“As if you’d know, Seb. It’s not like you’re consulting with a Gryffindor.”

You hear Ominis’ snort, clearing getting a kick out of it too. You watch Sebastian’s cheeks grow ruby red in annoyance.

“I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious. Offering you yellow jellybeans as if the rest of us don’t realize what he’s doing. As if we don’t see how he acts around you in The Great Hall, in class... Always showering you with gifts…”

“Well… I do love Garreth’s gifts,” you hum in amusement now that you’re on the subject. “Jellybeans aside, he did have his owl deliver a beautiful bouquet of daises and roses about a week ago.”

“H-he sent you flowers?”

You can hear the disappointment in Seb’s voice. Because why hadn’t he thought to send you flowers? Is the tone that laces his voice and gains a pat on the shoulder from Ominis.

“Even as a Slytherin, this conversation is becoming awfully dreadful. Care for a dance, Y/n?”

“Yeah, let’s dance!”

Ominis smiles deeply and stands to his feet to reach out for your hand. Sebastian tries to slap it away, but you take it before he can.

“Sorry, Seb,” you whisper mockingly.

You and Ominis find a spot in the corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of Sebastian or Garreth, a spot where they’d have to look if they wanted to find you.

“Sebastian‘s right, you know?”

“Oh, not you too, Omi… Garreth and I, were friends.”

“Friends fall in love. We all know that’s not quite uncommon here,” Ominis states, knowing he’s right and that any protest is just an excuse from you at this point. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, which makes you smile into his shoulder.

“Friends can fall in love, but that doesn’t mean I’ll fall for Garreth. No matter how cute and sweet he is.”

“You find him ‘cute?’”

“Omi!” You giggle loudly and smack his shoulder playfully before falling silent and twirling around with him. It had to be Poppy’s idea to throw a slow song into the mix. “I think Garreth is adorable, admirable even, but he’s not Seb… He’s not you. And I see how miserable Seb is when Garreth is around.”

Ominis smiles, a very telling smile, and you nuzzle against the crook of his neck.

“We can’t invite him. He wouldn’t understand.”

“He may be a Gryffindor; however, that doesn’t make him stupid… or less understanding. The point is freedom from understanding. It’s for fun.”

You know this, but you don’t press further. Omi always wins in the end anyways and if you press it, you’ll find yourself more than sandwiched between your three favorite boys.

He sways you around the livingroom, one hand at the small of your back and the other placed firmly against your mid-back, and your fingers find comfort in the thickness of the sandy blonde hair that sits at the nape of his neck.

“Do you still think about it?”

Your whisper is so low, you almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. You wish you didn’t still feel the electricity coursing through your chest when he touches you, when he’s near. You try to cool it when Sebastian is around, but most of the time it feels as if you’re fighting your own being to keep the peace between friends.

“Well, you certainly made it memorable,” he replies softly and leans his head on your hair like he had the very first time the two of you danced together.

You find yourself pulling back ever so slightly until his gaze meets yours. You find yourself fluttering again, lost in the beauty of his pearlescent eyes, his tiny sprinkled moles, and the soft look of his pink lips.

“Omi…”

His hand pulls your chin upward and he stops mid-turn, your back against the wall and his to the party, concealing you as his your lips find each other’s. You can’t remember the last time you had Ominis’ lips, and his alone, without Sebastian needing you at the same time. It takes your breath away just as it did years ago.

A soft cough breaks your kiss and you and Ominis pull away with reddened cheeks.

“Am I interrupting something?” Poppy laughs sarcastically. “I mean of course I’m not, my best friend would’ve told me if she were dating a Slytherin, or you know, dating in general?”

“Poppy, it’s…”

“Exactly what it looks like,” Ominis breathes. “I asked Y/n to keep it between us. After all, Sebastian has feelings for her too.”

“Ominis…”

“Sebastian has feelings for you? And you’re okay with kissing his best friend in the same room?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples as if everything will soon come apart at the seams. You’d expect this reaction, this level of immaturity from Sebastian, not Ominis. Why would he admit that after you’ve all been hiding it so well?

“He may have feelings, but I’m… I’m in love.”

You choke, dropping your arms from Ominis’ neck in disbelief. If he were in love with you, there would be signs. There were signs, but why would he admit it here?

Poppy notices your distress and pulls you by the hand.

“Gonna borrow her for a moment,” she calls, pulling you further away from the sad looking boy. She pulls you into a room, banishing everyone out before slamming the door behind you both. “Y/n, are you… insane? I mean of course you aren’t, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known, yet you deliberately got involved with not one, but two Slytherin boys. Nat and I told you to be careful since day one!”

“I know,” you breathe and kick your shoes off before bringing your knees up to your chest on the bottom of her bed. “But it’s Seb and Omi, they’re harmless.”

“Harmless?” She scoffs. “That man just said he betrayed his friend, who has a crush on you. I mean you two were snogging! As if it’s completely normal. The way he said he loved you as if he meant it, as if he’s been completely enraptured by you. How did this even happen?”

“We… spent time together. We’ve been friends for years now.”

Poppy places a hand on her hips, believing only a small portion of what you’re admitting. She takes a deep breath and settles on the bed next to you.

“What’s really going on between you and Ominis, Y/n?”

You deflect from her prying eyes, all your steady thoughts and chaotic ones overlapping and tangling with each other in your mind as you do. You can’t tell a lie without part of the truth. And if you tell the truth, you can’t lie. Not to her.

“Poppy… Ominis and I have been seeing each other.”

“Seeing each other?”

“S-sleeping together,” you mutter softly. Your hands go cold and the coldness travels up your shoulders and washes down your body, all the way to your toes under your striped lime and cherry blossom knitted socks Ominis gifted you with last Christmas.

“Sleeping together? Like in his dorm?”

“No,” you sigh. “Like sleeping together… sex.”

All color in her cheeks flush and she shoots off the bed like a rocket.

“You’re sleeping with Ominis!?”

You can’t bring yourself to repeat it. It’s not like you’re embarrassed, you just knew your girl best friends would react this way. Garreth would react this way or say he somehow already knew. But Sebastian’s always the one you’ve been scared of hurting.

You nod.

“And Sebastian?” She dares to ask with widened eyes.

“I… we... I don’t know Poppy. He and I, we’ve done it once. Two Christmas’ ago when he took me to meet his family in Feldcroft. I told Ominis about Sebastian, but I can’t tell Sebastian about Ominis. It’s happened too many times with him, Sebastian would never forgive us,” you cry.

“Y/n… I, for once don’t know what to say.”

“There’s not much you can say,” Sebastian groans, coming from the connected bathroom with a scowl.

“Why’re you in here!?” Poppy yelps.

“Other restrooms were taken. But that’s beside the point, Y/n, you betrayed me? You and Ominis went behind my back? Didn’t think to tell me, to just let me know? I had my suspicions, but I… I didn’t want to believe that my two best friends would go behind my back.”

“Seb, it’s not like that. It’s—“

“It’s what? You’re in love with him, aren’t you? That’s the only reason you wouldn’t tell me? You couldn’t bear hurting my feelings, so you just hid your own?”

You climb off the bed and walk over to him, tears still in your eyes as Poppy steps out the room to give you two privacy.

“Sebastian, I love you both, truly. But what I feel with Ominis…”

“You don’t feel with me?”

“Seb, what I feel for Ominis, I can’t keep hiding. But I love you too. Since our first night together, I’ve always felt something.”

Sebastian’s features fall as if everything in his life has come to a halt and has never been in his favor. You know this was never fair to him since the beginning, since his interest had been you, but yours had been in his best friend.

“I should’ve known, I tried to ignore the signs,” he sighs and falters a bit.

You reach out for him, wrapping your arms around him as he sobs into the crook of your neck. You want to say words, but they would change nothing. If anything, it’d probably make matters worse for the three of you. You don’t know what admitting your feelings will do to your friendship, but you can’t afford to lose either of them, not after having them this long.

Sebastian trembles softly in your arms as you rub his back.

“I don’t want things to end this way,” he mutters against your wet skin.

“Nothing has to end,” you reply and pull back to look at him through tear blurred eyes. “We don’t have to end anything.”

“But if you’re in love with him, it won’t ever be the same.”

“Sebastian… please.”

He shakes his head as it begins to settle in. As it does, Ominis steps into the room. You hear the lock snap shut and a soft sigh from Sebastian’s lips.

When you glance down at Sebastian, the smirk of his lips is what makes you uneasy. You’ve seen this smirk before, back in the living room of his uncle’s house in Feldcroft.

“Seb—“

You’re cut off by his lips pressing hungrily into yours. His palm massages into your curls and the other into the flesh of your ass under your short dress.

You moan softly, almost forgetting about Ominis who stands sheepishly near the door.

“Care to join?” Sebastian mutters into your neck before licking a stripe up the length.

“Perhaps somewhere more private.”

Sebastian chuckles, ready to take you anywhere as long as he can have you right now in this moment. He kisses you deeply, his own moaning sending vibrations throughout your lips and straight to your core. He’s inching closer to Ominis with each twist of his tongue, and once you’re close enough, you grip his shirt at the shoulder and apparate to the one place where you know you’ll have all the privacy in the world.

Your Room of Requirement.

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[butternutt613]

“If you would only…”

A little drabble to the prompt above. Put me in my feels.

CW: Loss, Grief, Implied Death, Funeral

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You always loved the rain, dancing in the warm summer evenings, curled up next to him under a thick blanket with a piping hot cup of tea. Today should be one of those cozy autumn days. You should be here holding him, kissing him, being with him.

But instead, the rain hammered against the earth, seeping into every crevice and turning the marble headstone wet with the tears of the sky. He stood apart from the others, head bowed in mourning as the mahogany coffin sank gently into the ground. The finality of the act, of the soil falling atop the wood, pressed against his ribs, a void so vast it stole the air from his lungs.

Someone spoke, a priest or maybe a member of your family. He wasn’t sure. The words were meaningless.

What comfort could they possibly offer?

His fingers twitched at his side, aching for something… no, someone that was no longer there. The weight of cold fingers lingered against his palm even now. Fingers that had once so easily fit between his own.

You were gone.

You were gone and he was there.

Standing over the hollowed earth, rooted in the moments you shared, in his final goodbye, the last whispered tender mercies of your love.

The rain would fall, the earth swallowing its offerings and covering what was left.

The world moved on.

And yet he remained. And in the stillness, he whispered to no one.

“If you would only return to me…”

[legacyshenanigans]

Sebastian bumping into Garreth after his 10 years in Azkaban

Sebastian: *leaving some dive bar in a town somewhere*

Garreth: Sebastian?

Sebastian: *turns* Weasley?

Garreth: Oh my god.. *Approaches him and gives him a hug*

Sebastian: *surprised by the hug, but hugs him back*

Garreth: *pulls away* You look like shit.

Sebastian: Heh...Cheers.

Garreth: Sorry *chuckles* How are you?

Sebastian: Not great, Garreth..Not gonna lie.

Garreth: Yeah, that was probably a stupid question..Where are you heading?

Sebastian: I...I dont know.

Garreth: I live nearby *smiles* Wanna come over? Get you cleaned up, make you some food, offer you my spare room for the night? *grins*

Sebastian: ..Really?

Garreth: Of course *smiles*

Sebastian: *staring at him*

Garreth: ....Yeah? No? *warm smile*

Sebastian: *tear rolls down his face* I'd like that, Weasley..

Garreth: *pats his back* Come on then, pal.

~

[5sospenguinqueen]

Garreth: So, what do you bring to the team?

MC: I possess ancient magic.

Natsai: I’m an animagus.

Ominis: I make good choices.

Garreth: That doesn't seem...

Sebastian: No, he’s the most important one.

[hollowwrites]

What Do You Propose? - Garreth

Ominis and Sebastian here

Summary - I’m feeling some kind of way lately so…this is the last in my how the bois would propose and honestly it’s my favourite.

Not sure if I’ve mentioned Garreth and Maeve’s Hideaway but I have more on it soon with my Garreth fic which I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT I PROMISE!!

Sorry for using my MCs all the time I’m just so in love them. Replace with Y/N or MC if you want.

Warnings - None, Just Cutesy Proposal stuff if you dont like that sort of thing

Word Count - 1521

Garreth

This was torture.

Maeve didn’t know of course.

She sat happily at the end of their makeshift dock, tucked away in the One Eyed Witch Passageway, delicately pruning the leaves of a mandrake she cared for. He watched her lovingly snip the yellowing leaves on her favourite plant and listened intently to the tiny hums and coos that fell from her lips.

Garreth found himself falling more and more in love with her by the day.

Which made his predicament more and more infuriating.

The past month had been filled with unsuccessful attempts to propose. He was just thankful she remained blissfully unaware.

The first attempt, even he would admit, was rather weak.

They were taking a casual walk along the edge of the Black Lake. Her bag bulged with their shoes and socks as they trudged through the crystal clear water of Hogwarts Lake. She paddled about in the low water picking at pretty stones and collecting the leeches along the embankment. The small fluctuations of water and light tide lapped at Garreths’ shins as he waded out into the water to follow her. She babbled on about growing Gillyweed and how the Slytherin Common Room must be wonderful, humid environment for growing plants…but Garreth wasn’t really listening.

For whatever reason, he thought it was a fantastic idea to propose at that very moment. He carried the ring around in his pocket on the off chance the perfect moment presented itself.

To him, this peaceful oasis before him…was perfect.

He fiddled with the ring in his pocket turning it over and over in his fingers. The sun started to set over the Highlands casting an ethereal orange glow over the lake. It seemed to set her hair on fire.

This is it.

Pulling the ring from pocket, he attempted to lower to one knee and ready himself for the question that would change his life.

…then he slipped on a smooth rock, and hurtled the ring into the lake.

A quick Accio saved the ring from the perils of the lake but his hasty movements and muttered voice drew her attention.

“Did you say something?” Maeve called, her shirt sleeves rolled up as she rooted through rock pools at the lakes edge. She looked over at the drenched Gryffindor, his face was beet red…for some reason.

Surely he’s not embarrassed to have fallen over in the lake? I’ve seen him do worse

“No no!” Garreth hastily pocketed the ring, resigning this whole thing a failure. “Just…fell over some…grass”

She smiled warmly and approached him. The way the water seemed to part for her and she glided effortlessly through made Garreth sigh dreamily up at her.

“Shall we call if for this evening? You’re a bit wet…” she giggled softly running her hand through his sodden red curls.

“Yeah this has been a bit of a disaster…”

“Oh” She grinned “I wouldn’t say that” she gave her basket full of various potion ingredients a quick smack before offering him her hand…

…Unfortunately for Garreth…not in marriage.

That was fine. The attempt was weak and he knew it.

This time he’d go big.

The event had to special and the day had to be special. So why not their anniversary?

He’d spent the whole day preparing the One Eyed Witch Passageway to be an emaculate escape from Hogwarts. He’d gotten quite proficient at Transfiguration with how much Detention he’d spent with his Aunt. So the dilapidated and neglected cave had been adorned with ornate gold filigree all the way down the stalagmites which more resembled candle holders. Which was lucky due to the sheer about of candles he had spent hours lighting. The whole cavern radiated warmth and felt oddly like home.

Just like her.

He led her down to their homemade haven, blindfolded by his tie, he had to wrestle her into.

“You know I’m not stable on my feet at the best of times” she said reaching for the tie around her eyes once more.

“Just…” he punctuated with a gentle slap to her hands “…trust me” his voice barely a whisper. His hands guiding her down the pathway where he had laid out a picnic blanket for them.

It was there where his plan would really come into action.

See, his last visit to Hogsmeade involved a rather inviting and silver tongued salesman who told him of ‘trained fireflies’.

They’re enchanted to say whatever message you wish, he had said. Perfect for a romantic gesture.

Brilliant.

So as he uncorked the tiny jar and watched as the fireflies escaped into the far corners of the room, his heart sank.

“Oh Garr!!” Maeve squealed. Whilst he watched his galleons fly off into the cavern, adorning the ceiling like constellations, she’d removed the tie. “You did all of this for our anniversary?” she cooed hugging his arm tight to her chest.

“Yeah…” he sighed once more. At least she was happy.

So simple didn’t work.

And fancy didn’t work.

He only had one other option…

And that was silliness…

The day after the Firefly attempt was their weekly potion experimentation time. They stood back to back, Garreth brewing and Maeve chopping and prepping ingredients for him. They worked like a well oiled machine, her handing him the immaculately prepared ingredients before he even had to ask.

Until the time came…

His showstopper.

He brewed a relatively weak potion. Just a little something that would make her fingers tingle…and he dropped the ring into it. Holding up to the light, he inspected the ring as it fell to bottom of the beaker, the clear blue of the liquid highlighting the red stone of the ring beautifully.

“Alright, Mae, it’s ready” he turned triumphantly holding the beaker aloft, a smug grin spreading across his features.

“Bottoms up” she exclaimed. Without even looking at it, she took the bottle and chugged it in one.

Garreth watched in horror as the ring fell down into her mouth, followed immediately by his beloved coughing and spluttering as the ring shot across the room.

“Bloody hell, Garreth! What was that?!” Maeve croaked

“Must’ve…snapped off the cauldron or…I’ll get it” Garreth scuttled about after the ring and after falling to his knees to reach under the potions tables, he retrieved it. He walked back to her side, the ring safely in his pocket, where, as far as he was concerned, it would stay forever.

“What was it?” She asked cocking her brow after watching him pocket the item.

“Just a bit off the ladle. Sorry. Are you okay?” He asked softly, taking her chin in his hand and tilting her up to him.

“Yeah I’m fine” she smiled up at him warmly “Shall we head back to Hideaway?”

And there they were…

The walk over had Garreth thinking and overthinking. He had been unusually quiet whilst she tended to her plants, the usually background chatter they shared completely gone leaving the Hideaway feeling empty in its silence.

Of course her soft humming helped calm some of his more ridiculous trains of thought like:

What if all of this is just a sign from the universe?

What if I’m a coward and never do this?

What if she leaves me?

But that didn’t mean they didn’t affect him.

He raked his fingers through his crimson locks, getting more and more angry at himself for his stupidity and inability to perform a basic task.

Eventually, it niggled at him to point where he had to say something.

“Maeve please…will you just…marry me? Please?” He practically begged, head in his hands and voice strained. He heard the sharp sound of scissors snip as she pruned away.

“What?” She blinked

“You have no idea how hard I have been trying to get that out. The lake, our anniversary, earlier today with the potion…it just…it’s all going so wrong and I just…want…you” he sighed heavily. This wasn’t at all how it was supposed to go.

“Oh Garreth…” she said softly, rising from by the water to shuffle closer to him “…you could propose to me via owl with parchment covered in troll bogeys and my answer would always be the same”

Her tiny hands reached out hold his face up off the floor. He looked so tired. So exasperated. So cute.

“And that answer is?” Now he was almost hopeful…but with his track record maybe he shouldn’t be.

“Yes…obviously. Dummy” The smile spreading across her face registered with Garreth before her words did.

“Really?” He clambered off the little crate he sat on, kneeling on the floor with her. “I have a ring wait…hold on…”

He pulled the ring from his pocket, still sticky from the potion and subsequent trip across the potions classroom floor.

“Oh it’s so pretty, put it on me, put it on me!” She squeaked holding her hand out for him to shakily slide the ring on. “…Garreth wrong finger, you know what, it’s fine”

When the ring was safely on her finger, incorrectly, she tackled him to ground, peppering tiny kisses over his face, one for every freckle she could find.

Turns out he just needed to ask.

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[blood-jewel]

My Headcanons for Leander Prewett for Hogwarts Legacy:

• He comes from a large and prominent Pureblooded family that’s part of the Sacred 28. He’s the middle child out of six children. He’s doted upon by his parents and is held on a pedestal. His father being a successful businessman in Diagon Alley, while his mother is a homemaker.

• His rivalry with Sebastian goes all the way back to their first year. How it started no one really knows as so many stories have been started between their rivalry. They’re always butting heads with each other and try to out best each other on who’s the better wizard.

• He’s a very proud Gryffindor and in usual fashion thinks his house is the all time best one and doesn’t trust Slytherin’s. Claiming that Gryffindor’s fight with honor compared to Slytherin always being sneaky.

• He is best mates with Garreth Weasley and Eric Northcott. They share a dorm room together. He and Eric are always one of the first test subjects to Garreth’s concoctions.

• He’s very cocky and competitive but if the right challenger beats him at his own game he’ll be humble enough to admit defeat unless it’s to deal with Sebastian.

• Sometimes others will confuse him for a being a Weasley due to both families being widely known for their red hair. Little does he know down the line that their two families will be related to each other.

• He is a prat in his Hogwarts years but he matures later on and becomes a better version of himself as he realizes how much of a jerk he was in his Hogwarts years and does the most to right his wrongs.

• Underneath all the bravado he is deeply insecure of himself to various reasons. Being the middle child in his family as his eldest siblings have already done over beyond and that his younger siblings are catching up to him at a faster rate than himself. He has to compete with Sebastian to boost himself up.

• He sometimes struggles with broom-riding as he doesn’t have a good sense of balance and has a little bit of vertigo but he overcomes it eventually.

[slytherinsprincesss]

**MC staring longingly at Sebastian across the room being idiotic**

Poppy: So why aren’t you and Sebastian dating again?

MC: Because I’d destroy him…

Ominis: Trust me, he’d definitely be into that.

[saja-paramour]

Garreth Weasley making out with his significant other, both getting unbearably aroused and things are getting hot and heavy when he suddenly stops and drags himself away, red faced, panting and turned away.

MC *Flustered* - "W-What's wrong? I thought you wanted this as much as I do?"

GAR "I DO! I JUST, it's...my father always said that a gentleman would never bed someone until we're married!"

MC *Stares at him, fluster turning into soft adulation* "So marry me already, Garreth Weasley."