#hufflepuff model

[lovekipani]

Any Hufflepuffs around here 💛?

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Mattheo Riddle Masterlist

Smut will be indicated with a *

Playlist

Count Them For Me*

Better*

Pretty and Pliant*

Be Quiet*

Anonymous Flowers (Ft Theo)* Pt 2*

Relentless*

You Can Take It*

Yes, No, I Don't Know

x Shy Reader Headcanons

Guide Me*

x Hufflepuff!Reader

Do You Trust Me*

x Ravenclaw!Reader

All Yours*

My Princess

Truth or Dare*

Closer

Don't Tease*

It Started With A Quill

Temper*

x Reader that is just like him

Brat*

Little Bunny*

New Toy*

Tutor

You Fucking Better*

Addiction*

Bet

Domestic Headcanons

Fruit Roll Ups

First Time Headcanons*

Fireworks

Inexperienced!Mattheo x Experienced!Reader*

Professor!Mattheo x Professor!Reader

Jasey Rae

Paralyzed

It Should Be You

Model

Merry Christmas*

Me or Him (Mostly x Theo, but brief x Mattheo)

Vow

Overstim Blurb*

Blackmail* (With Tom Riddle)

Grumpy x Sunshine: Intro Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11

[enha-doodles]

i wanna see the slytherin boys and a muggle reader who loves to crochet things for then and gift them crochet stuff ♡♥︎♡

SLYTHERIN GUY'S REACTION TO YOU CROCHETING THEM STUFF | ✧⁺。

Pairing : (Mattheo , Tom , Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco) x reader

Notes : lmao this one is actually kinda cute and very fluffy , tysm for the request and I hope you like it!! Each one is getting a different crochet stuff so yeah :)

Also if you can plz lmk which reaction y'all liked the most or which guy's part you like the most in whatever reaction you read on my blog so I can write in a similar way 🧸🧸

Warnings : none coz this is pure fluff ><

MATTHEO RIDDLE

Bro is constantly annoying you and trying to get your attention while you crochet . He'd be trying all sorts of stuff like making funny faces or litteraly picking you up , but you'd scold him if you loose the thread and he'd look like a kicked puppy :) After you're done you'd hand him a scarf , similar to your house colors so that if he wears it outside it'll blend with the uniform .

He would be all like "i can't wear that out darling" And when you'd ask why he'd say that he's too manly to wear something cutesy like that and that he has an image to maintain . The next day you'd catch him wearing it while he smoked with his friends 🕺🏻

TOM RIDDLE

Mr marvalo has no reaction whatsoever when you hand him the cute crocheted bunny . He'd just nod and put it in his pocket kissing your head . Doesn't utter a single word . He finds it ridiculous - ridiculously cute but he throws the thought as soon as it comes . He'd rather be called a Hufflepuff than admit that he finds something cute coz pfttt?!?

He's a smartass though so he'd make that bunny - a horcrux . It's the first thing you made by yourself and he loves it so dearly that he splits his soul for it , besides who are you kidding no one would suspect a crocheted bunny to be the dark lord's horcrux .

THEODORE NOTT

He has a greatt fashion sense (that's something for being an Italian man y'all ) and he absolutely . loves . when you crochet him stuff . You often make him sweaters and gloves and he proudly wears it , his style adding charm to your stuff .

He also boasts it to his friends . Believe it or not he'd kinda have a fashion show upon everyone's request . He'd have a blank face (his resting bitch face) while he walks a straight line towards the couch filled by his friends , showing off the knitted sweater pretending to be a model as you laugh with mattheo . Also makes you stand up at last for credits offcourse.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

My guy is in absolute love with you and tries to engage in everything you do so when you gift him a crocheted bouquet , he firstly squeaks like a girl upon recieving it and then tries to make a bouquet for you aswell . Him trying to learn crochet is like a love letter to you .

But in the process of making it , he turns it into a competition 😭😭 when he finshes making it and all your lovey dovey stuff is over he'd joke that his bouquet is better than yours ( it wasn't.) Also hattsoff to him because he bears all the teasing of his friends trying to make it for you . Pure gentlemen istg uggh

DRACO MALFOY

He doesn't like muggle things so he'd go blabbering about why you're doing it on your own when he can just sway a hand and it will be made by itself. ( So much for having a magic wand little boy 😒) Would be grumbling and yapping for HOURS and would finally shut up when you shove his miniature crocheted version in his face .

He be sooo shocked , stuttering and fumbling with his words . Heart eyes for real . Would absolutely love it and he'd keep it with him all the time , he loves you and well his mini self aswell .

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TAGLIST : @sugarcandydoll @helendeath

[ldrfanatic]

fix my weathervane

soft!theo nott x fem!hufflepuff!reader

i know this is real short yall i'm sorry.

finally the long awaited part two of soft theo

part one

song: blue banisters by lana del rey

the air in hogsmeade felt different that afternoon—softer, lighter, as if the world around him was holding its breath, waiting. it was the kind of day that made the castle seem miles away, and the hustle and bustle of students, their laughter filling the street. but the world had narrowed to just you, theo, and the feeling of your warm hand in his as the two of you walked side by side.

theo had waited a long, long time for this moment. and he supposed there was a possibility that he might begrudgingly owe mattheo a thank you. afterall, if he hadn't forced him to speak to you after potions last week, he never would have had the courage himself to ask you out.

the truth was, despite the many rumors of theo's love life that floated around the halls of hogwarts like the feathers of an owl, theodore nott was quite admittedly a complete fool when it came to women. his father had never been too accommodating growing up, and with the stark absence of his mother from age eight, he didn't exactly have too many role models to teach him how to treat a woman right.

even for this particular date, much of what he had picked up came from the dozens of books that he'd scoured in the last 24 hours hoping desperately that anything might give him even the tiniest bit of insight into how to get a girl to swoon.

mattheo had offered to teach him some of the skills that he supposedly used to acquire his own relationship with daphne, which inherently seemed like a bad idea given that daphne and mattheo had their own entire little brand of crazy going.

still, the streams of sunlight seemed to glow on your skin and frame your sundress-clad body in a way that theo could only describe as absolutely magical. in that moment, he was nearly certain that if he didn't say something to you, he would certainly explode.

"b-bellissima."

your head snapped towards his, tilted in confusion and his mouth dried almost instantly. shit. why was the first thing he managed to say this entire time in whole separate language? theo licked his lips, looking up into your eyes with a look he hoped conveyed everything he couldn't speak.

"beautiful," theo gestured vaguely to your dress which you had masterfully paired with your favorite yellow-flower sneakers. casual was truly the only option when it came to hogsmeade fashion, yet still, he knew that he made the right decision as soon as your white converse came into view. "you look beautiful."

you nodded shyly with what theo decided right then and there was the most stunning smile any human could possibly hope to possess.

"do you want to go to the bookstore?"

theo's heart palpitated in his chest. merlin, was this girl even real? his favorite thing to shop for at one of his favorite places on earth with his favorite girl? yes, absolutely. he tried to hide his excitement as he nearly jumped out of his shoes with anticipation.

by the time you'd finished at the bookstore, the sun made it's way into a high noon position, noting to both of you that it was time for lunch.

you settled in across from each other into a quiet corner table at madame puddifoot's, the soft clinking of teacups and murmured conversations settling overtop of you like a warm blanket. theo hoped desperately you didn't pay too much mind to the way he kept glancing at you over the rim of his teacup. his heart was still pounding from the way your fingers brushed against each other's when you both reached for the same book in tomes and scrolls.

"i didn't think anyone else like ancient spells of subtlety." the soft grin you offered him as you stirred sugar into your tea nearly knocked him clear out of his chair.

"i didn't think anyone else knew it existed." his reply shockingly came out rather smoothly. for the first time all day, his voice didn't shake.

exchanged smiles. a shared look. the moment felt more remarkably serene than the sun rising over the black lake.

theo reached for the courage that he hoped was buried somewhere beneath his ribs. "i, um." it took every cell of his being to continue. "i really enjoy this. being like this with you."

your face lit up so completely that theo nearly felt it necessary to reach into his chest and rip it if nothing more than to stop the way that it rapidly thumped against his ribcage.

"so," theo looked down at the menu in front of him. "how do you feel about.... pumpkin pasties for lunch? or should we be proper and get actual food?"

your giggle was better than music. "are you asking me if i want dessert before lunch?"

"no," theo replied, teasingly indignant. "i'm asking if we can break all social norms and live fully."

you feigned a gasp, bringing your hand up to your chest teasingly. "how very reckless of you, mr. nott. what would your father say?"

theo smirked, feeling more himself as the corners of his mouth pulled up mischievously. "he'd say i'm being irresponsible. but he'd also be very wrong."

his hand reached out of it's own accord, brushing a splash of tea from your cheek. "because this feels very, very right."

[that-damn-virgo]

But... he's real || Taiju Shiba

—headcanons. fluff. he's precious ♡

Taiju Shiba sleeps without a shirt and on his stomach with his one hand under the pillow. 

He always walk on the outer side of the road so that nobody can hurt you. 

The one thing that he hates the most besides losing investors is seeing fallen hair make a nest on the drain. It makes him gag. 

His favorite time of the day is afternoon.

Always wake up at 4 am.

Only smokes when he's very, very stressed. 

Got good self-control.

Loves to read. Fyodor Dostoevsky is no doubt his favorite author. 

His love language is Act of Service. 

He once played the Hogwarts House quiz and got Hufflepuff as a result. You laughed very hard that day. 

He's a very strict boss but still his staff loves him for some weird reason.

He always ends up sending the wrong-sized clothes to Hakkai on Christmas. 

Yuzuha is his favorite sibling even though she scolds him a lot.

The only living man he respects the most in this world is Mitsuya.

His favorite flowers are white asters because he thinks they are cute. 

He was the first person Luna turned to when she had her first breakup because Mitsuya wasn't in Tokyo. 

He had no idea how to handle her, but still, he tried his best and drove her to town for ice cream and a new Disney princess movie.

Koko and Inupi are still his sidekicks, and they all meet at least once a month over pizza and their favorite football team. 

He always wanted a Doberman Pinschers as a dog but ended up bringing a lonely Golden Retriever to home. 

He loves to watch cooking shows. 

But the only thing he knows how to make is black coffee and scrambled eggs. 

He wanted to name his restaurant "Amen" but had to change his mind when you said it didn't sound inclusive. 

He always says no to attend Hakkai's modeling shows at first. But when you'll reach the venue, you will see him occupying the front row seat.

Favorite season? Winters. 

Favorite food? Pancakes. 

Favorite word? Family. 

He loves more than he shows. 

And he's not as brave as he portrays.

He tries extra hard for everything.

He hates his hands because he thinks they have done lots and lots of terrible mistakes.

He misses his mother a lot. And visit her grave often to talk to her about his day and about you.

He overthinks texts.

Forgets to eat when he's working.

And keeps too many tabs open—both in his browser and in his mind.

He always wants to do the right thing. 

He's old fashioned. 

His dream is to become a better man. 

He's rough around the edges.

Not perfect.

But... he's real.

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you so much for reading! I think I'm back.

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Tom Riddle x Reader Masterlist

Oneshots

One was enough-Horcrux Toms x Reader-Smutshot

A perfect match- Tom gets love potioned and becomes obsessed with (y/n), thankfully she gets him the antidote but he is now genuinely interested. romance, and murder, ensues.

Switching worlds-(y/n) gets into an accident and ends up switching with a Harry potter version of herself, who is somehow dating the young dark lord. Tom does everything in his power to make sure his (y/n) comes back. smut included

The girl who shattered time-Long fic! (y/n) gets sent back to the 40's by a broken time turner during the battle of Hogwarts. She cant get home on her own, during this time-she develops a rivalry with Tom Riddle, the Slytherin Prefect; then they fall in love, then she finds out he's Voldemort (Happy end)

Through time and space, you're mine.(The girl who shattered time alt end); (y/n) goes back to her time instead of staying with Tom, but he followers her in an unexpected way. But there's no dark lord so....yay???

Through time and space; you're mine (Part 2!); (y/n) eventually meets Core Tom and Thomas(Voldemort and his 'son'), ending up at the Riddle manor for the whole summer. she eventually comes to terms with this new reality and allows herself to love him again. (SMUT)

New perfume? Smutshot- (y/n)'s perfume gets tampered with Amortentia and Tom goes hogwild for it.

A Fathers love-less of an X reader(but still has (y/n) included) and more a story about Mattheo Riddle and his father Voldemort. Mattheo calls out for his dad-needing to be saved. Voldemort doesnt disappoint.

Happy Memory- Tom tries and fails to produce a patronus, its not till his favorite nuisance helps him find a powerful memory to make one that matches hers.

Vamp! reader x Tom- theres a vampire that is lurking around the forbidden forest, Tom doesnt really care until he notices a fellow student looking ill, and has a hunch. smut included.

Salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink.- Tom takes a whiff of Amortentia and discovers a load of scents he didnt know he liked. he figures out all these scents actually belong to his best friend.

Panic- DADA class has a practical lesson with Boggarts. Tom has a panic attack in reaction to his boggart and (y/n) helps.

fuck you(my pleasure) Fem Tom x Fem reader- Tiana Riddle hated (y/n). she really did...right? (shorter fic, smut included)

Stupid with love-more of a funny fic/platonic x reader- Tom thinks love is stupid-he just doesnt get it! (y/n) on the other hand is just like 'dude you're ace, not broken.'

mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mom-; Tom Riddle is a simp for his buff hufflepuff quidditch player of a girlfriend. (blurb)

teaching-(y/n) thinks her boyfriend Tom sucks at kissing. Tom takes it as a teaching moment. (blurb)

Weirdo- (y/n) bites Tom. he thinks his girlfriend is weird. (blurb)

stained- Tom let (y/n) buy new lipstick. big mistake. (blurb)

Cheated- Tom's girlfriend cheats on him with (y/n)'s boyfriend. on valentine's day no less. Tom and (y/n) get their revenge and end up falling in love. smut included.

Craving-smutshot; (y/n) is craving her boyfriend. he obliges.

The bet- (y/n) bets Tom she can make him whimper within 5 minutes. he thinks otherwise.

imagine-you're a fashion designer and Tom is your personal model.(art included :D)

Herbology Detention, smutshot- Tom somehow gets detention and ends up knocking into a plant that is a natural aphrodisiac (wonderful idea in a school full of hormone-ridden teens), (y/n) is with him, and his only option.

imagine-a relationship with Tom. (how you (blank) fic)

Golden hour- Tom is utterly in love with (y/n) before they're even together, and also while they're together. just shit ton of fluff with smut at the end, mostly Tom just being a dork.

Truth or Drink(and spin the bottle), smutshot- Tom gets dared to admit who he wants to snog-he doesn't, but he does get a kiss from the girl hes wanted to snog. he kisses her back. They have sex in the common room.

his musician-Tom overhears the violin music of a fellow student, one he doesn't catch a glimpse of till much later.

Haunted- Tom uses the basilisk to make his first Horcrux-except something else latches onto his diary, and then-to himself.

playing house- (y/n) and Tom meet again after many years, and very quickly-things change in her life.(stalker Tom)

his right-hand woman-(y/n) is Voldemort's closest follower, Bellatrix gets jealous.

meeting the mother - Tom has (y/n) meet his mother.(blurb less than 800 words)

Bunny Bunny- (y/n) accidentally uses bunny hair in her polyjuice potion and gains bunny ears and a bunny tail. Tom cant keep his hands to himself.

Odd Pair- Tom and (y/n) Lovegood are...odd together, but good, her easy going airy demeanor easing his troubles, even when he's buried in school work.

No innocents- The order takes Voldemort's wife in an attempt to make her betray him-to give up information. She refuses. her death results in Voldemort taking revenge for his wife.(inspired by castlevania)ANGST

Morning distraction- Anon request; (y/n) distracts Tom from his morning workout with a kiss.

Once upon a Time- (y/n)'s children request a story about a villain she once defeated.

i would take a bullet for you(just to prove my love)-(y/n) has been murdered, Tom is haunted by the whispers of her voice, mocking him.

Big brown puppy dog eyes- Tom is so down bad for a girl that he lets his followers turn him into a puppy.

Multipart fics

The diary of Tom Riddle(just a link to the main masterlist for that, im too lazy to go through all them lol) 6 parts Total with 3 different endings.

The dark lords Nanny (y/n) becomes Tom Riddle's, or lord Voldemort's, nanny for his two-week old son since no other nanny seems capable of handling the boy, or at least seem capable of NOT trying to seduce the dark lord. as she grows attached to Mattheo, and Mattheo to her, another relationship blooms between her and Tom.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

The summer of 1942 Tom's orphanage chooses to send its children into the countryside for the summer-that includes Tom. He ends up going to a classmates house and they run a dog shelter. He ends up having the best summer ever, making new friends, and developing a new appreciation for animals. And beignets.

Part 1 Part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

Wild Uncharted waters Tom gets saved from drowning by a fellow student-he doesnt remember their face-only their voice. it becomes his mission to find this-siren.

Skeleton-part 2 to wild uncharted waters. Tom found his siren, now its onto (y/n)'s pov. and someones stalking her.

Rumor has it Rumor has it Tom Riddle has a crush, on who? no one knows but him. but it wont stay secret for long. Part two- they're married and in love now and have a kid. so much fluff in both parts.

Not sorry for loving you Tom and (y/n) are childhood friends, they fall in love, but Tom is doomed to have a tragic story, leaving (y/n) to suffer alone.

Part 1 Part 2 Alt Part 2 (happy ending)

How did we get here?(i used to know you so well) Old story! 2023; Tom and (y/n) have a hidden relationship at hogwarts, he falls for her hard, she cant help but to fall for him to, but Tom is doomed for tragedy, and she's forced to watch him fall into darkness, refusing to follow.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

To be regularly updated!

[slut4slytherinss]

Gold Rush

SEND REQUESTS!!

Summary: in which (fem!)reader is in love with Mattheo, but so is everyone else. Reader pushes her feelings deep down, convinced Mattheo, beautiful Mattheo could never love her. In doing so, hurting herself, and a certain curly haired boy.

3,014 words

Warnings: cursing, fighting, slight mention of sexual content, reader being self-conscious, Mattheo being an idiot, Mattheo and his big ego, angst, potentially more parts(???), not proofread bc I don’t have time, a few references to movies IF YOU SQUINT, possibly ooc Mattheo (I haven’t read Everything Black in a hot minute forgive me), use of Y/n, Tom Riddle is Mattheo’s father in this, Regulus is in fact dead (rip my man), Mattheo and reader being a bitch lol, in character-ish Enzo but not headcannon Enzo, THEO IS IN THE SLUG CLUB FOR THE PLOT IM AWARE THAT HE WASNT IN THE BOOKS

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

Your eyes are trained on the dark haired boy, specifically those deep eyes. “I know I’m pretty, you don’t have to stare, love.” Mattheo grins, you quickly dart your eyes away, “I wasn’t staring.” you murmur. He scoots his chair back, the feet scraping against the old library floor, he stands up and walks towards you— not even bothering to push the bloody chair back in. He takes a seat right next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “You really should be studying, y’know? Can’t have m’girl failing her exams.” My girl. You roll your eyes. “I’m immune to your charms, Riddle.” You say, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of that. “Are you, though? I mean, remember in first year when you—“ you quickly cut him off, a foreign red flush invading your cheeks. “I was eleven!” You whisper-yell, his grin widens at your embarrassment. “Okay.” He drags the word out, “Some things never change, badger.” You furrow your eyebrows “Excuse me?” “Y’know? Badger, you’re a Hufflepuff, unless you’re shagging Diggory and stole his tie.” He gestures to your yellow tie, you roll your eyes. “First of all, Cedric is taken and if you call me badger again, I will ruin your pretty face.” “You think I’m pretty?” Another eye roll. “If you keep rolling your eyes at me, they’re gonna get stuck back there.” Before you can reply, a girl you recognize as a Slytherin fifth year, only younger than you by a year, calls for the boy sitting in front of you. “Mattheo! I don’t have all day, c’mon.” He looks back at the blonde girl and sighs, “Merlin’s beard,” he murmurs, then calls out to her “I’m coming Eloise!” Causing you to let out a laugh. He gives you a look, making you laugh even harder. But once he walks away, you realize that he, Mattheo Riddle, is probably hooking up with that girl, that absolute model, making your smile fade. Making you feel like an idiot for even thinking that he’d like you. For thinking you should inflate his ego even further by confessing.

But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

-

You clutch your books close to your chest, dodging the hundreds of children rushing to get to class. Like every other day. A paper airplane comes straight toward you, it’s about to hit you clean in the forehead, you duck just in time— but a hand reaches out and catches it. You look over to thank the person, it’s Mattheo. Of course it’s Mattheo. That damned boy never leaves you alone. “You alright?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned. Of course he does. He always does. “I’m fine, Riddle.” You spit out, fighting back your horrid feelings. He tries to speak but you just walk toward the potions classroom.

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush.

-

You sigh as you walk into the lavatory. Standing in front of the sink, you splash your face with some water. Trying to cool yourself down. “Y/n?” Fucking Mattheo. “I really don’t have time for your bullshit, what are you even doing in the girls la—“ you cut yourself off as you see Mattheo, a girl against the wall, not Eloise, a different girl. An older girl, a seventh year. Looking annoyed as ever. You let out a breath of surprise. Shaking your head you turn back around and walk out of the bathroom. Feeling like an idiot. Like always when it comes to that boy.

I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush. Everybody wants you. But I don’t like a gold rush.

“Wait! Y/n—“ he rushes out of the bathroom to follow you, he grabs your wrist and you turn around quickly. “Let go.” You spit out, he tenses his jaw. “Why are you even acting like this? You don’t need to get so pissed just because you’re jea—“ Slap. Your eyes widen, as well as his, “Did you just slap me?” “No.” you reply quickly. “You just slapped me.” he persists, “No I didn’t.” “Yea, you did.” “Yes I did.” you finally admit. “Why?” He asks, “You said I’m jealous, I’m not jealous. You just have a big head.” “I have other big things.” You slap him again. But this time on his forearm. And, oh Merlin. Why is his arm so muscular? Why are his eyes so deep and brown and beautiful? Why do his oh so pretty brown curls look so pull-able? Why do his lips look so perfect and kissable? Was he always this beautiful? Of course he was. He was always beautiful. You’ve known that since the first time you saw him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos.

-

You walk into the Slytherin common room with Dorothea, one of your closest friends, she’d convinced you to come to this party. And you’d stupidly agreed. You stupidly got drunk. You stupidly found Mattheo. You stupidly kissed him. You stupidly hooked up with him.

You look around the room, Mattheo has his arm under your neck. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself “yeah, okay. I can get out of here.” You roll over a bit, pulling the covers off of yourself carefully. You easily get out of his warm, soft bed. An odd coldness filling your body as you do so. You slip on your shoes and realize that you don’t have your shirt on, you look around his room, which is surprisingly clean— minus the clothes everywhere, on the doorknob, there’s your shirt. How did it even get there? You shake your head and walk over to it, putting it on over you. You hear Mattheo groan and you quickly look over, he’s still asleep, but reaching out in the bed, as if looking for you. It takes you a moment before you realize that you need to leave before him and his charm pull you back in.

I see me padding ‘cross, your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

-

It’s been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since you went to that party. 3 weeks since you found Mattheo. 3 weeks since you kissed him. 3 weeks since you hooked up with him. 2 weeks and 6 days since you woke up in his room and mission impossible escaped. You haven’t spoke to him, or anyone in Slytherin at all. In fear that he told everyone he knows and you’d never live it down. He didn’t. But you don’t know that. You’re choosing out a dress for dinner, you’re in the slug club, but so is Theodore Nott and those two are friends, best friends even. So of course Mattheo was the boys plus one. No matter that. Dorothea suggests a simple dress that shows off your body, but you shake your head, “No, Dor, that— that doesn’t compliment me right.” So you choose a dress that goes down to your knees, it’s long-sleeved, completely covers your cleavage, which was the goal of course. You paired it with some old converse, not liking the feeling of heels on your feet all night. You have your hair done nicely in your favorite style.

“No Mattheo, I really don’t agree with that, you’re so— so contrarian.” You shake your head, “Oh give me a break!” He groans, but you just give him a look, calling him an asshole with your eyes. He’s just told you an opinion on the muggle-world, he’s a pure blood, seriously, who does he think he is? Giggles can be heard from others sitting around you, including Dorothea and Theodore who are sitting next to each other. Slughorn tries to get you two to stop, “O—okay, Mr. Riddle, Ms. Y/l/n, please refrain from arguments at the table.” “This isn’t an argument, it’s a debate.” You correct.

As you’re walking back to your common room, you overhear some girls talking “Oh, wouldn’t they be such a cute couple?” One of them giggles, the other nods in agreement “They argue so much, plus, doesn’t Y/n Riddle sound so nice?” “Oh I dunno, I’m kind of jealous of her.” A third one adds. Your eyes widen as you realize they’re taking about you and Mattheo. You quickly butt in their conversation, “We would not be a cute couple! He’s insufferable and his ego is larger than himself!” You huff.

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit. And the coastal town, we wandered ‘round, had never seen a love as pure as it.

-

“You know that you can’t avoid him all day, right?” Cedric tells you as he notices you staring in Mattheo’s direction in the Great Hall. “I can and I will.” The boy rolls his eyes, “C’mon, when me and Cho get into—“ “Don’t compare you and your girlfriend to me and Mattheo— that’s just.. no!” you mock gag, shaking your head. Cedric just grins at you knowingly, “Why are you smiling at me like that?” you ask, Cedric licks his lips “No reason.” “Shouldn’t you be making out with Cho in a broom closet or something?” you tease, he laughs “Yeah, probably. Shouldn’t you be getting in Mattheo’s pants again?” “Leave it Ced, it will never be.” You murmur as you look down at your tea, mixing it around lazily with your spoon.

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause you know it could never be.

-

“Why are you avoiding me?” You stop dead in your tracks, goddamnit. Why is he everywhere? You slowly turn around on your heels, face reddening, “I’m not avoiding you.” you reply simply with a shrug. “Yes you are, I’m sick of it.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s it matter to you? We aren’t friends.” “What are you talking about? Yes we are.” “No, we’re really not Mattheo, you only talk to me when you know I’m going to leave.” You spit out, annoyed with everything, “No I don’t! I talk to you all the—“ you cut him off “Just leave it, I’m done here anyway.” You say before turning back around and walking away, “Well— don’t come crying back to me when you realize no one else cares!” He yells, letting his emotions and large ego get the best of him. “Fuck you!” “You’ve already checked that one off!”

‘Cause I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

-

He is such an asshole! Who the fuck does he think he is?! He has no right to speak to you— or anyone for that matter — like that. You huff as you walk into the Great Hall, feeling his gaze immediately land on you. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of meeting that gaze. Taking a seat at your own houses table, you can hear his friends laughing loudly, stupid boys. The only time you do look over at him is when you hear his fork slam against the table and he stands up from his seat, to be fair, the entire Great Hall looks over at him. He ignores his friends and clenches his jaw as he walks out of the huge room, brushing right past you and leaving a small gust of wind from where he walked. Your lips slightly part as you watch him, but you look away just as quickly. Refusing to let him get his way. You shake your head as you now look over at his friends — who you now realize are staring over at you. Furrowing your eyebrows you mouth an annoyed “What?” to them, hoping to get any explanation. Theodore just shakes his head at you, and Lorenzo Berkshire mouths back a “Nothing.” making you even more annoyed with these boys. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up, making your way to the Slytherin table where they’re sitting. “Hello, boys.” you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Uh — hey..” Blaise Zabini murmurs, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with that dickhead who just walked out of the Great Hall making a scene?” Draco Malfoy laughs at that “Dickhead? Did you just call your little boyfriend a dickhead?” “He’s not my boyfriend Malfoy!” you exclaim which causes Draco to laugh and Theo to nudge his arm, Enzo speaks up “Um, Y/n he’s just upset you’re ignoring him.” now the rest of the boys groan, collectively murmuring little “C’mon man!”’s and “Enzo!”’s he throws his hands up in apology. Eyebrows going up you look at them, “Seriously?” you scoff “he’s mad at me because I’m not talking to him? After what he did?”

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush. I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

“Why don’t you just make it easy for him and tell him how you feel?” Theo speaks up with a shrug. “Excuse me? And how exactly do I feel Theodore?” you ask, twisting toward him. “You want him, obviously.” “Everybody wants him! I don’t — I don’t like that horrid feeling!” you exclaim loudly, catching the attention of others around you.

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush.

Lowering your voice, you rest your hands on the table, pushing Blaise’s plate away to do so. He stops in the middle of his chewing to give you a glare, then continues slowly chewing. “You’ve liked him since fist year, admit it.” Blaise speaks with his mouth full, so it’s a bit muffled. “Shut it and eat your potatoes Zabini.” you spit out. He shrugs and does just that. With Zabini out of the conversation Draco speaks again, “But really, stop leading our boy on.” “I haven’t led him — or anyone for that matter — on!” now it’s Theo’s turn to speak “Well.. you did kinda sleep with him and then leave the next morning,” “That was a mistake.” “Still shitty.” Enzo says. You huff, “That’s — no! Even if it was shitty, it’s not like I’m in love with him. He shouldn’t’ve expected anything from me.” Draco raises an eyebrow “Wow, didn’t know Hufflepuffs were such—“ “Dude, don’t finish that sentence.” Enzo says with an eye roll before looking toward you, “If you don’t like him, then don’t lead him on, it’s not difficult.” Looking him up at down for a moment, you sigh and your eyes move around the group at a quick pace. “Tell him I don’t like him, and — that I’m sorry or whatever.” Damn. That hurt you to say. Who knew it’d be this hard to get over him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful, with your hair falling into place like dominoes?

-

As you lay in your bed, miserable and alone, you think about Mattheo. Because of course you do. He’s plagued your mind since first year. Rolling your eyes, you silently curse yourself for not realizing how horrible it was to fall for him. He’s got the perfect life, minus the fact his father is literally the dark lord, still, he’s rich. He has hundreds of girls in love with him and multiple in his bed. You aren’t going to be any of those girls, not now at least.

My mind turns your life into folklore. I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.

-

You hear your name called out by a familiar voice, Pansy Parkinson, her loud — but not angry — footsteps reverberate along the stone walls of the castle. You stop walking just as she catches up to you, out of breath. She reaches for your shoulder to steady herself and you grab her arm to help her. “What’s wrong Pans?” You ask once she catches her breath. “Riddle told me about what you said.” You wince at the mention, “Oh.” She must notice the look on your face since she adds a quick, “Don’t worry, I’m not mad, that boy needs to learn that not every girl is in love with him.” As an afterthought. “Never mind that, you are,” you furrow your eyebrows “—in love with him. You’re in love with him.” She finishes, which causes you to stammer out a quick and defensive, “Am not!” In response. “You literally gave him a bouquet of flowers, which you handpicked, in first year.” “In first year! Yeah, but that’s not now!” She rolls her eyes, “Come on Y/n/n, you’re just going to end up hurting yourself if you keep saying that.” She then removes her hand from your shoulder and you do the same, “Okay, I’ve got detention now, see ya later.” Then she runs off. She literally runs off after telling you that you’re in love with Mattheo Riddle. As if you didn’t know that. As if you didn’t sleep with him.

I see me padding ‘cross your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

-

The last slug club meeting of the year before you leave for Christmas. You aren’t supposed to bring plus-ones, but Slughorn likes Theo too much and let him bring Mattheo. You sit slumped in your chair, dressed nicely though. Dorothea is sick so she couldn’t come. And Mattheo has the audacity to sit right fucking next to you. Purposely making those contrarian remarks, to get you to speak, so he can hear your voice again. Annoyed or not, he wants to hear it. But you don’t. You just stand up and move to sit beside Theo. Mattheo swallows and stops talking, looking down at his food.

At dinner parties, won’t call you out on your contrarian shit.

-

You sit by a garden in Hogsmeade, looking at the flowers silently. Of course, thinking about those girls from a few weeks ago at the Slug club meeting, how they were talking about you and Mattheo. Did everyone think that way? That’s impossible, he’s him, you’re just you. You barely know jack shit about each other. Sighing, you lay back in the grass and fiddle with the strings on your cardigan. It will never be.

And the coastal town, we never found, will never see a love as pure as it. ‘Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause it will never be.

-

He stands at your doorframe, knocking on the door rapidly. Hearing you groan on the other side and sheets ruffling. He quickly tries to fix up his messy curls and look at least a hit presentable, you open the door as he’s smoothing out his shirt, he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and you’re — well —in your pink unicorn pajama set, that causes him to grin widely. But then he hears your voice murmur a sleepy “Mattheo?” and becomes serious again. “Um—hey.” He smiles gently, out of character for him. “I know it’s late and all, I just had to um.. talk to you.” You rub your eyes and yawn, “Well?” You ask, eyebrows raised expectantly. “I know we aren’t close or anything, but I really fucking like you. I mean—really like you. It’s so weird for me to feel this strongly over.. well, y’know a girl who I barely know. But you’re just different, you make me feel things—things that no one else does.” He watches you watch him nervously, this is really different than the Mattheo you know. “Anyway.. what I’m trying to say is, I think we’d be really good together. I want us to try it out, if you’d have me?” “Mattheo I—“

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

-

A/N: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THIS TKAING SO LONG TO WRITE(literally ignore my spelling mistakes wtf) ANYWAY YEAH, LMK IF I SHOUKD MAKE A OART TWO OR SMTHING?????

PART TWO

MASTERLIST

[witchyarchives]

Some people aren't going to like this but whatever:

We need to understand that some of the character development in the harry potter series comes from Jkrs bigotry and prejudices.

Harry stayed with their relatives because Jkr had a very specific model of family in mind and the non normative family models weren't considered good for her.

Remus Lupin's condition was a metaphor for aids and his character and Greyback's were portrayed as the duality: the bad werewolf who targets children on purpose, and the good werewolf that doesn't trust himself to be around children. Which is just another derogatory analogy to emphasize that even good people with a disease aren't good enough to be in society.

—This thing really annoys me because Remus was one of the best teachers and had the potential to be the emotionally stable character that provides a safe space for young people (a safe space that he only had with the marauders when he was younger) and helps to combat the idea that discriminated people (an queer people) shouldn't be around kids (The prisoner of Azkaban could have end with all the students fighting to keep Remus as a teacher, even as a tutor or something but noooo). Also him staying in Hogwarts and watching Dumbledore's behaviour towards Harry the next years maybe would have made him change his point of view or even make him doubt if that approach was the correct one with a kid (obviously I would have love for him and Sirius to adopt Harry but not everyone thinks the same).

Every woman got villanaized without exception. The ones that were "too feminine" even when they were teenagers were treated poorly as well as the older masculine woman. Rita Skeeter was described as an older woman with masculine traits targeting minors (which could be read as if you aren't portraying traditional roles you're a threat for children and society too).

Womanhood was only represented by the evolution of the madonna whore complex: craziness or motherhood. The ones that were in the mother role were the good ones and the ones that ended being too awkward, too weird or too crazy were villains. Even Hermione ends up constrained in the mother role and Tonks (who was a really good potential for a non conforming character) has the same end, but even before that she was placed in the big sis role with Ginny and Hermione.

The lack of poc characters is disappointing but the way their personalities are based on racist stereotypes and prejudices is disgusting. Not only the names but the way they could have had a major role in the series and explore a different ending or evolution thanks to their experiences bothers me so much. Kingsley was a great wizard and could have done more things than "follow Dumbledore's last instructions". As an outsider from Harry's family group he could have seen the things way more objectively and argued that maybe a 16 yo child wasn't safe enough and that the whole plan had so many holes. Also him befriending Remus could have had a major impact in the way werewolves are seen and, again, as an outsider from the marauders group, make him see that he was worth it of love and compassion. But no, Kingsley was just there to be the poc character with good morals on screen with 0 character development.

Cho (omg I despise the way she was written and treated) could have been the "emotions are valid" character that pushes their mates to confront their fears. She was placed in Ravenclaw just because of the "smart Asian" stereotype, but as Cedric's love interest it could have had more sense for her to be in Hufflepuff (they shared a common room so they had things in common and spent time together). And in the fifth book, while she was in mourning she could have been a decisive element for Harry's feelings to not be hidden. We all know Harry had severe emotional problems and a character embracing their own and helping a friend to express more than anger would have been so important, especially for a kid that was treated almost as an adult because he was the key for an imminent war. So this bonding could have been a really good one, and with Luna's appearance the stereotypical trio could have had a better relationship with femininity and softness (a thing that could have helped Ron's and Hermione's insecurities too) and Harry could have learnt how to recognise and comfort his two best friends feelings.

I could keep putting examples but I don't want to make this too long. If you're interested in a deeper and extended explanation let me know <3

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hogwarts Robes

In my quest to design the world of Harry Potter, I created a new design for Hogwarts Robes (it's based on my older design, just revamped). So, the idea is modeled here on an old Harry sketch:

The concept is that these robes could be worn over any shirt with the collar up, and that's how everyone would wear them in the opening feast, for example (the two options on the right). And they can be worn with the collar open with a shirt and tie beneath. With a little button to hold the collar in place (the two options on the left). The buttons & belt buckle are gold for Gryffindor, but each house would have a different color (Silver for Slytherin, bronze for Ravenclaw, and black for Hufflepuff)

The lower layer is the black work robe, and during classes like Herbology or Potions (or when it's hot outside), they'll forgo the overrobe/outer robe.

The robes are unisex (although the girls' version tends to be a bit longer) and can be worn with any shoes & trousers situation beneath to allow everything we know about their school robes to make sense. As shown above on Harry, and on Ron, Hermione sketches here:

*The house logos are taken from Hogwarts Legacy cause I got lazy about that

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

PJO Hogwarts AU! Notes below:

- Kronos is Voldemort. Obviously. He was vanquished by Zeus years ago, but is on the rise and can only be defeated by the “Chosen One” (for neither can live while the other survives yadda yadda)

- The “Chosen One” is one of the Big Three’s children—not even just the first to turn 16, just one of them

- The whole point of the AU is people trying to figure out which one out of Percy, Nico, and Jason is the “Chosen One” while all of them are secretly hoping for it to be one of the others

- Death Eaters tracked down and targeted the kids after hearing the prophecy, resulting in Bianca’s death pre-enrolment to Hogwarts. She fended them off while telling Nico to escape 🥲

- Thus, Nico shows up to Hogwarts already having lost faith in the system and edgy and sad asf. But there’s no real reason to blame Percy so they don’t have that complicating their relationship further

- Thalia turned into the Whomping Willow. No idea how or why. She also turns back at some point. No idea how or why. Drops out of school to become an underage Auror? No idea how or why.

- I fully researched Hogwarts house qualities before sorting them. I was so deep into it. Percy’s loyalty speaks for itself. Jason was difficult but I shoved him into Gryffindor. And a friend suggested Nico be in Gryffindor but just be really disgruntled about it, so that’s where he is. He has to deal with the passionate reckless assholes while in denial about being a passionate reckless asshole. (Also Nico & Jason bonding opportunities :D)

- Due to Slytherin being now inhabited practically solely by Hermes kids (who are not all related in this AU), Slytherin has totally lost its reputation as the “evil” house, and now proudly carries the tag of “Prankster House”. They’re like Fred and George Weasley except the pranking is a house-wide phenomenon

- Jason attended Durmstrang where he was held to insanely high standards as a model student/leader. After the Tri-Wizard tournament he decided to transfer to Hogwarts instead (all the Camp Jupiter kids are at Durmstrang.)

- Jason becomes Quidditch captain. Percy is duelling club captain. Percy is a god awful flier and it’s safer for everyone if he never touched a broom. Both constantly try to recruit Nico into their respective extracurriculars.

Some bonus character houses:

Gryffindor: Nico, Jason, Clarisse, Calypso, Grover, Piper, and “the Stoll brothers are in Gryffindor solely due to their lack of fear for consequences”

Hufflepuff: Percy, Will Solace, Meg

Slytherin: Annabeth (fucking fight me on this I dare you) (I’m joking I’m sensitive and I’ll cry) (but I won’t lose bitch square up), Thalia, Luke, Ethan Nakamura, Drew, the whole of Hermes cabin (minus the Stoll brothers)

Ravenclaw: Leo, the whole of Athena cabin (minus Annabeth), probably most of Hephaestus cabin too, I wish there were more specific characters but I cannot think of any rn tbh

(I probably missed some characters but anyway 🤷)

[the-phoenix-heart]

Sorting Hat Chats - The Malfoys

Since the Malfoys have been a bit of a hot topic lately, I decided to give them their sorting post similar to what I did with the Weasleys...3 years ago??? Where does the time go??

Anyway, this is an explanation of the system I am using by @wisteria-lodge.

LUCIUS MALFOY is blatantly a Badger secondary. His methods are to make donations to people, goad Arthur Weasley into a fight so he can slip Ginny the diary, he uses blackmail against the other members of the Board of Governors, calling in favors, and when in the hall of prophecies with Harry and his gang his strategy is to talk him into giving the prophecy over. It's what makes him so effective in the first five books, but is also why once everyone knows the truth about him he is in a constant state of free fall.

As for his primary, I think it's fairly obvious that he's a Snake. He can look like a Badger, dehumanizing muggleborns and joining the Death Eaters, but that's a performance. When the chips are down, what Lucius really cares about himself, his wife, and his son. Snake Lucius is willing to get rid of every association to the Death Eaters he had, and in the Second Wizarding War is not enjoying himself at ALL. He's also clearly got that Snake hedonism to him.

NARCISSA MALFOY née BLACK is an equally blatant Snake primary, although she doesn't appear to even play the part of a Badger. Everything to her is her son and her husband (and her husband takes a backseat to her son usually). Narcissa doesn't even appear to like Bellatrix all that much anymore since Bella is a threat to her family. Down to the end her motivation is always to keep Draco safe, damn the consequences.

As for her secondary, since she's such a minor character you can probably make an argument for any of them. But I personally think she's a Snake secondary, making her a Double Snake. This is a woman who lies to Voldemort's face and doesn't get caught. Who is willing to go behind his back and make back-alley deals with someone like Snape.

I've sorted DRACO MALFOY once before with @awinterrain which you can read right here, but I would like to reiterate it and expand on it.

Draco may be the epitome of Slytherin in the books, and he may hate Hufflepuffs and think of them as "duffers," but this boy is Double Badger down to his bones. This is a boy who cares deeply about communities. He defines himself by them, first as a Malfoy, then as a Slytherin, then as a Seeker on the quidditch team, then as part of the Inquisitorial Squad, then as a death eater (which he doesn't care for). I think at the beginning of the series he's a good case for an Immature Badger primary, where he just IS the group he's into and nothing outside of this.

His Badger primary can look very insular and Snake-like, partially because pureblood culture alienates everyone outside of it, and partially because his family is so Snakey that it colors the look of his Badger primary. Idk if I would even call it a performance or a model, it's more like a flavor.

But he does start to look like a Snake primary in his Sixth Year, where he's single-mindedly focused on saving his family. That's because in Sixth Year he burns after joining the Death Eaters. And it's honestly really sad, but it's because Draco has realized his communities are toxic and not good for him. The Death Eaters aren't good, they're the reason his father is in prison and his mother is in danger. This is the year where he really stops engaging with his peers and is sort of just coasting on his former reputation.

But that Badger shine is still there, and it's in the fact that Draco Malfoy has to kill Dumbledore and cannot do it. A true Snake Draco Malfoy would probably have gone through with it, even if it he felt bad about it. Badger Draco, who spent books 1-5 shit talking Dumbledore at any opportunity, cannot do it. I think it's because 1. He isn't ready for casual murder, and 2. I think Dumbledore for Draco represents one more community that he identifies with-Hogwarts. And clearly he does care about Hogwarts (I don't think the Room of Requirement would reveal itself to him if he did).

As for his secondary, Draco is his father in miniature. Draco is a tattle tail, he has bodyguards that follow him around, he usually goads Harry into confrontations so Harry gets into trouble and Draco can have plausible deniability. What's most interesting to me though is Draco's proclivity for elaborate smear campaigns. The "Potter Stinks" badges are HIS work as is the "Weasley is Our King" song, which is very...mean badgery. Like this is his community building with Slytherin (arguably all of Hogwarts with the badges), and using his powers to bully Harry. It's funny, despite everything. He does perform Snake though, to make everything look quicker or look like his mother.

Even his methods when he has to kill Dumbledore are Badger powered. Working on the Vanishing Cabinet all year, poisoning Professor Slughorn's mead he intended to give Dumbledore, and charming Rosmerta to imperious Katie Bell. But, he still has that influence from his mom where he can lie to someone's face (though not as convincingly).

I think Draco looks at his father's Badger performance, and thus thinks they house match. And it explains why he is so wary of his father after the Death Eater reveal, since Draco has realized he does not enjoy that sort of Badger primary.

As a bonus I decided to sort BELLATRIX LESTRANGE née BLACK as well. Since for some reason the movies always advertised her as part of the Malfoys. No doubt about it she is a Lion secondary. I don't think Bellatrix has every learned the meaning of the word subtle. She never lies in the series, just blasts the truth out whenever, and is always an attack first think never character.

As for her primary, can she be anything other than exploded snake primary? Her everything is Voldemort. She doesn't really care for anyone outside of him, with the exception of Narcissa, who stopped liking Bellatrix when she became a danger to her son. I think at one point she had a Badger performance or model that allowed her to willingly marry someone like Rodolphus who she doesn't appear to like, but by the time she's going to Azkaban she doesn't care. It's honestly such a Black Family sorting. Sirius was a Snake Lion as well, and the culture of the "Noble and Most Ancient House of Black" seems to just be Snake coded in general.

So...

Lucius Malfoy - Snake primary, Badger performance/Badger secondary

Narcissa Malfoy nee Black - Snake primary/Snake secondary

Draco Malfoy - Badger primary, Immature at the start, burns in his Sixth Year, has a Snake performance or flavor/Badger secondary, Snake performance

Bonus:

Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black - Exploded Snake primary, Badger performance/model long discarded/Lion secondary

Sirius Black - Snake primary/Lion secondary

[ravenclair]

In the Shadow of You | Hogwarts Legacy

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Chapter 2: Sixth Year

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“You’re sure I can’t convince you to skip sixth year and stay here?” Sirona begged, hugging you tightly.

You laughed, hugging the witch back, “I’m positive.”

“Fine,” she sighed, releasing you. “But you better be back next summer holiday as well. And the one after that.”

“I’ll be graduated by then, Sirona.”

“Even better. You can stay indefinitely.” 

You smiled, shaking your head incredulously. 

It was officially time to return to Hogwarts for the Sorting Ceremony later that evening. It would be interesting to watch the ceremony this year, as well as see fresh faces around the castle. Although you knew you’d be back throughout the school year, it was hard saying goodbye to Sirona Ryan. 

“Thank you, for taking me in,” you said. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without your kindness.”

Sirona smiled. “Anytime, my friend. Thank you for all your help this summer. Butterbeers on me next time you’re in town.”

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You made your way through the Ravenclaw common room to unpack your things. It was still early, so not too many students had arrived yet. You found the sixth year dormitories and pushed open the door.

“Bunk beds again?” You heard a familiar voice groan in frustration. 

Samantha Dale stood before the sets of bunk beds, the room not too much different than the dormitories you shared previously. She turned upon hearing the door open, lighting up when she recognized you.

“There you are! I knew you’d get here early too,” Samantha exclaimed. “Can you believe this? We must be the only house with such terrible sleeping arrangements.”

Last year, you ended up on the bunk below Samantha’s. You didn’t particularly mind the setup, but you could see why she might be annoyed at having to clamor in and out of bed every day. 

“I’ll take the top bed this year, if you’d like,” you suggested. 

She waved a hand in dismissal at your offer. “No, no, I can’t stand the bottom bunk. I feel like I might be crushed at any moment. Makes it quite hard to sleep.” 

You chatted about your summers as you unpacked your trunks. Samantha gushed about some rare plant species she got to see while on a tour of Ilvermorny and how beautiful Mount Greylock is during sunsets. 

After making your way back to the common room, you ran into more familiar faces. Amit was showing off yet another new telescope. This one, however, was a Muggle telescope he acquired at his astronomy camp in London. His wizarding models were much more beautiful, but he was excited nonetheless. 

As you made your way to the Great Hall for dinner, you heard Poppy Sweeting call your name. She caught up to you, pulling you into a warm embrace. You continued to the Great Hall together, her quickly talking through stories of Romania. You parted ways at the Hufflepuff table, but she promised you would both catch up properly sometime soon. 

Once seated at your own house table, Samantha to your right and Amit across from you, you did a quick scan of the hall. The first years had yet to arrive. Your eyes wandered casually towards the Slytherin table.

You saw Sebastian talking excitedly with Imelda Reyes. Ominis sat to Sebastian’s left, looking bored. 

Samantha noticed your line of sight. 

“Imelda is pretty fired-up about quidditch returning this term. Won’t stop talking about it to anyone who will listen,” she said. “Apparently, Madam Kogawa approached her about it earlier and asked if she wanted to be Slytherin’s team captain.”

You had forgotten about school quidditch. Since last year’s season was cancelled, you had never gotten to see a proper game. You weren’t even sure you fully understood the rules.

“Sebastian was Slytherin’s seeker during fourth year,” Samantha continued, “she’s probably trying to recruit him again.”

During one of your many talks this summer, you recalled Sebastian mentioning his time on the quidditch team. He had recounted an exciting story about his first game as the team’s Seeker. Anne had been a Chaser. 

You smiled fondly at the memory. 

“What’s with that look?” Samantha said, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

You turned toward her, confused. “What do you mean?”

Before she could retort, the Great Hall doors opened, and a flood of first years made their way between the banquet tables. Headmaster Black gave the opening speech, and the Sorting Ceremony was quickly underway. 

It was a decently sized group, about fifty new students. Each time the Sorting Hat shouted your house name, everyone at your table cheered. Ravenclaw welcomed nine new housemates. As soon as the ceremony concluded, the tables filled with food. With the excitement of the day, you hadn’t realized how hungry you were. 

As you began filling your plate with food, Samantha returned to her previous line of questioning. You weren’t surprised. She wasn’t one to let things go so easily. It could be amusing at times. But also frustrating.

Especially when you knew exactly where this particular conversation was headed. 

“So,” she started again, “anything interesting happen this summer that you’d like to share?”

You feigned taking a moment to think. 

“Not particularly, no.”

“Hmm, I see,” she said, nodding contemplatively. “Well, I heard from Abigail Oakes that you and Sebastian Sallow were spotted looking rather cozy at Hogsmeade the other day…supply list shopping, was it?”

You didn’t respond, choosing to instead take a bite of your food casually. She just stared at you, awaiting your response. 

You swallowed. “So? Friends go shopping together all the time.”

“No witch is just friends with someone who looks like that,” Samantha exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “He’s the most handsome wizard in our year! And he somehow got even more attractive over the holiday. Surely you’ve realized that by now.”

Amit coughed awkwardly, suddenly very interested in the potatoes rolling around on his plate. 

Merlin, she needed to keep her voice down. 

“And besides,” Samanatha pushed, “you two were always sneaking off together in fifth year, thinking no one noticed.”

You turned toward her, stunned. 

Had others really taken note of how much time the two of you spent together?

“He’s my best friend, that’s all!” You whispered defensively, desperately hoping that no one else could hear your conversation. 

She looked unconvinced, but didn’t say another word, her curiosity seemingly satisfied. 

For now.

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After dinner was concluded and the Great Hall began to empty, you felt a strong hand pull you away from the exiting crowd. You looked up and saw Sebastian smiling down at you.

“Care for a visit to the Undercroft?” he whispered. “Ominis and I are heading there now, if you can sneak away.”

You glanced back into the crowd and locked eyes with Samantha. She had both eyebrows raised in an amused look. You returned it with a glare. 

“Yes, let’s hurry before the prefects notice,” you replied to Sebastian. 

Once the three of you were safely in the Undercroft, Sebastian’s casual demeanor shifted. Turned serious. You glanced at Ominis, wondering if he knew anything, but you couldn’t read his expression.

Sebastian pulled from his pocket what appeared to be a letter. He took a deep breath. 

“I received this just before dinner,” he started, “it…it’s a letter…from Anne.”

Your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ominis drew in a quick breath. That definitely wasn’t what either of you were expecting.

It had been almost four months since the events of the catacombs and Anne’s sudden disappearance. Four months of silence from Sebastian’s twin. You knew it had been eating him alive, not hearing from her for the remainder of last term. Not receiving a single owl from her for the entire summer. Not having any idea where she was or if she was alright. 

If she was alive.

Although it had pained you to see him suffer from her silence, you understood why she had needed the space. Things had taken a turn for the worst, for everyone involved. You couldn’t imagine the hurt and confusion Anne was going through, but you saw enough of it in Sebastian these last few months to guess. 

Sebastian continued, staring at the letter. “She…her curse. It’s gone. She’s been at St Mungo’s receiving treatment for the lingering ailments and studying medicine with their healers.”

You gasped. Her curse was…gone? 

“Sebastian, what are you saying?” Ominis said, wariness evident in his voice. “You mean to tell us she’s…she’s healed?”

Sebastian finally tore his gaze from the letter, looking directly at you. 

“She says that she began to feel…different, not long before the summer holiday. Better. After you defeated Rookwood,” he said. “She stopped having those daily bouts of pain, and the nurses at St Mungo’s noticed a rapid increase in her health within the following few weeks.”

You were speechless. It made sense, that defeating the curse’s maker would lift their curse…but it seemed too impossibly good to be true. Ominis was shaking his head in disbelief.

“Don’t you see?” Sebastian continued, “You saved her. You saved my sister. She’s coming back to Hogwarts next month once she completes her rehabilitation.” 

Your emotions were an odd mix of overwhelmed and relieved. Somehow, you had done it. You had given Sebastian the one thing he desperately wanted, the thing he drove himself mad for last year. 

Anne was healing. The feeling was too much to put into words. 

Suddenly, Sebastian was closing the short distance between you. You felt his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace.

Still dazed, you heard him whisper with a trembling voice, “I don’t know how I can ever thank you for this. For everything.”

Slowly, your arms came up to rest gently on the back of his uniform shirt, returning the hug. You peaked over his shoulder at Ominis, his head tilted upward towards the ceiling and grinning like a fool. You’d never seen him look so happy.

“I…I can’t believe this,” Ominis said in awe. “Anne is coming back? Truly?”

Sebastian released you, but kept one arm around your shoulders casually. 

“She is, and just in time for quidditch season. Tryouts are in two weeks, and the first game is two weeks after that.”

“Quidditch?” you questioned, wanting to find out how accurate Samantha’s rumor mill was. “Professor Black is allowing it again?”

Sebastian nodded. “Imelda informed me about it at dinner tonight. She said Kogawa confirmed it with Black last week.”

“Imelda Reyes was blabbering about it all afternoon in the common room and the entire walk to the Great Hall,” Ominis chimed in, “boasting about how Madam Kogawa asked her personally to be Slytherin team captain. I was wishing I was deaf instead of blind by the time we sat down for the Sorting Ceremony.”

You burst into laughter at his blunt humor. No wonder he looked so annoyed at dinner.

“Anyway,” Sebastian drawled, turning your attention back to him, “looks like I’ll be living in the quidditch pitch until tryouts. Imelda said she’ll be running practice drills everyday after class for the next two weeks.” 

“Running practices before tryouts?” you questioned.

Sebastian nodded. “She wants to give everyone a fair shot. Let all the former players get back into the swing of things. It’s been a while since we’ve all played together as a team.”

That was rather fair of the usually cynical Slytherin. Perhaps Imelda had a soft spot when it came to quidditch. And she probably wanted everyone at the top of their game for the season. You had no doubt that Imelda Reyes was the type that didn’t take well to losing. 

“Not that I’m complaining,” Sebastian continued. “I haven’t practiced properly in ages.”

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “You should join us! I’m sure the Ravenclaw team is in need of new recruits. Bet you’d make a brilliant Seeker.” 

“I’m not sure…I don’t think Imelda would appreciate a Ravenclaw crashing Slytherin practices,” you answered hesitantly. “And besides, I don’t even know how to play. I’d be leagues behind everyone.” 

“Ravenclaw could use all the help they can get,” Ominis quipped. “They were terrible fourth year. Too many bookworms, that house.”

You shot him a glare you knew he couldn’t see, but he chuckled anyway, knowing he got under your skin by poking fun at your house. 

“Ominis is right,” Sebastian teased, “and Imelda will get over it. She won’t admit it, but she respects your flying talents too much to deny you. I can teach you everything you need to know.” 

It was hard to say no to him, it always had been. Sometimes you wondered if your soft spot for the Slytherin was too obvious. He always knew exactly what to say to sway your mind.

You smiled. “I’ll think about it.”

[hibiscusfairys]

☕️ draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 1 (hufflepuff fem reader)

photo from pinterest

♪ the other woman — jeff buckley

♡ warnings: angst

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

☆

You saw how he looked at her.

Astoria Greengrass — a beauty, no doubt. A head of hair brown and gorgeous, a personality kind and thoughtful, and alluring dark eyes like liquor.

What made it worse, is that she was good natured to you too.

It only made you love her more, but jealousy engulfed you like a blanket, wrapping you warm, yet you were still cold.

You had always admired her.

The guilt was too heavy to weigh.

It was 4th year when you began falling for the blonde boy, when you were paired with him in potions. You couldn’t fathom why or how your feelings for him formed, especially when he had a cruel mouth, in which he wasn’t afraid to open. He was a spoilt, arrogant person. And his family was no better.

You both had obvious differences — you were an ordinary girl, a muggleborn. You were also placed into Hufflepuff, a house unfairly stereotyped for their sensitivity and unwillingness. But you knew they were all much more than what people believed. He, on the other hand, was a Slytherin, a pureblood, and seemingly compassionless.

You faced the many difficulties of working with him. Being disrespected was an often thing, but you persevered through it until he began to unfold. He eventually got used to you, a few remarks were still thrown around here and there however, deepening your insecurities the more you were around him. Every time his gaze landed on you, you felt like sinking deep into an empty hole. Although, you knew a heart was hiding beneath his thick skin.

The unpredictable, and possibly accidental warm gestures he made, sparked something. You began to feel insecure around him, but for different reasons. You wanted to look and feel pretty.

You were normal, to him.

To him, he felt no spark. He indeed, found you exceptionally ordinary, and even quite embarrassing. You weren’t a Slytherin, and you weren’t of high prestige like him. To be caught talking to a Hufflepuff of muggle blood was something he’d usually avoid.

That’s when you asked him to help you pack away the lesson equipment, when his gaze landed on Astoria. You saw his eyes enchant with delight. Of course, who wouldn’t look at a girl like her and not feel something? She was gorgeous.

But it speared your heart deep.

Her perfection only made it worse.

He began to distance himself from you in order to get closer to the girl. Your stomach churned the more he spoke, and the more the smiled. The more his vision lay on her, you were swarmed with envy. You wanted to rid of it badly, due to the guilt of feeling such emotion towards her. She had never done you wrong, and you were slowly beginning to resent her. How immature it was to dislike a girl for being loved by the boy you liked. But you admired her too, a role model who was so perfect it was impossible.

The Yule Ball came around, and that’s when things only got worse. You were waiting, and waiting to be asked, but your heart stood empty. You even asked a few people, but they were already taken. And you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance with Draco, as Astoria was apart of his life. Your impatience began to grow, along with your heartache.

“What’s wrong with you?” The boy asked, solemn. His concern was little in his voice, almost as if he was condescending.

You performed a smile on your face. “Nothings wrong, just having difficulty finding someone.”

Draco looked at you awkwardly. “…Oh.” He was unsure of how to respond, and was cautious about being seen by his friends. The teasing would last for weeks.

You looked up at him, noticing his pale face. “Say, are you going with anybody?” You already knew the answer, but a chance was still there, and you clung onto it for dear life.

“Yes,” He responded, rubbing his neck. “Greengrass’ agreed to go with me.” His lips curled at the mention of her name, his face blushing with a red hue.

“Oh, that’s great then..” You responded, your voice quietened in disappointment.

“What’s with the sad response?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“You were kind of.. the last person I would ask. Everyone else I’ve asked already had someone.” You replied, knowing that, and him loving somebody else also.

“Oh,” He said, guilt not present. “Going by yourself isn’t bad though.”

His cold words were enough to freeze. A lump in your throat began to form, composure slipping. “Yes, it isn’t too bad..” It was a one time experience. Why couldn’t you have the joy everyone else shared? Going by yourself would ruin the entire party, and it wouldn’t be worth going.

“Or maybe, just don’t go.. I don’t know. If you don’t have a date, what’s the point?” He remarked, unknowing of the pain that laced his words. He noticed the usual smile on your face begin to disappear, and your face looked slightly pained. “Come on, you know I didn’t mean it in that way.”

“Maybe you didn’t.” You snapped, your voice wavering. “But what could I have expected from you? That you’d comfort me, and reassure me that it’s alright? That would be delusional.”

He appeared shaken by your response, as if he was expecting you to agree and understand. But this time, you had enough.

“I’m glad you get to go with Astoria, Draco. You are one lucky guy. Do you treat her the same you do me?”

“No, I don’t,” He retorted. “You know I can’t, for one, I like her. I don’t like you like her.”

“I know that!” You hissed. “But at least think twice before you say something, you prick.”

You grabbed your bag, sliding it off of the table. An empty glass vial shattered onto the floor.

“You’re too touchy.” He whispered under his breath, huffing as he followed after you.

☆

thank u for reading!!!! im doing a part two to this too, i want there to be a happy ending cause ik ill be too broken without one lol :(

[rene-hl-trashcan]

Real happy with this version :3

Hufflepuff male model (Gilbert) kidnapped from @honeybadgerdontcare394

Gryffindor male model (Allan) kidnapped from @a-usernamelol

Slytherin female model (Cariad) kidnapped from @starry-slithers

[soursturniolo]

introducing…

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

- a wizarding world!au ft the sturniolo triplets

main pairing: unspeakable!slytherin!nick x tea shop owner!hufflepuff!ex-quidditch player!oc

tags: fluff, humor, misunderstandings, angst, hurt/comfort

𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

thomas avery (oc)

- 24, born October 27th

- hufflepuff

- his patronus is a dog, specifically a st. bernard

- ex quidditch player, played professionally for Appleby Arrows as a beater for two seasons

- now owns Teatering Teas and Apothecary, a coffee shop known for their teas, coffees, pastries, herbs, and common potion ingredients for the everyday witch or wizard

nicolas sturniolo

- 21, born August 1st

- from Boston, Massachusetts, but his whole family moved to england when he and his brothers were 9

-sorted into slytherin, excelled in defense against the dark arts and potion making

- has a fox as his patronus

- works as an unspeakable for the department of mysteries

matthew sturniolo

- 21, born August 1st

- his patronus is a cat

- sorted into ravenclaw, quiet and interested in learning as much as he could during his years at hogwarts. enjoyed herbology, and care of magical creatures, but truly excelled in history based courses

- owns a small bookstore in Hogsmeade near Ollivanders, and enjoys back to school season the most; seeing all the young witches and wizards coming in to his store so excited for what the school year will bring. reminds him of himself and his brothers when they were younger.

chris sturniolo

- 21, born August 1st

- his patronus is a stag

- sorted into gryffindor; independent and brave and stuck strongly to his morals all through their hogwarts years, even when classmates tried to peer pressure him to join them on some less-than-kind pranks on fellow houses or wild parties in the dormitories. he was always a kind role model for younger students.

- much like nick, he excelled most at defense against the dark arts.

- played quidditch all throughout school, was the gryffindor team seeker his last two years.

- when he got out of school he immediately began training to become an auror

[yallthemwitches]

can we get possessive james too, please?

Sure, anon! Here's some secret relationship possessiveness (for a good cause)! Consider it a precursor to the jealous Lily fic I wrote earlier.

I'll also post this to my AO3 collection if you rather read it there!

“My contract is for a reserve chaser until next Spring, but the coach says I’m good for the official team as soon as I can.”

“Right,” Lily says, taking a big gulp of her butterbeer. From behind the bar, Rosmerta snickers and shoots her a teasing wink. Having fun?

No, not at all.

The boy who had introduced himself as Corbin Landon continues to corner her at the end of the bar, rattling on in some quidditch speak she doesn’t much understand or care for. Beside him, two empty bottles of butterbeer and a tumbler of firewhiskey sit empty, their influence making his eyes glassy and roaming.

“You said you’re in sixth year, right? What does that make you? Sixteen? Seventeen?”

Lily frowns, narrowing her eyes. He couldn’t be much older himself—no, he can’t be because she knows for a fact he graduated two years ago as a Hufflepuff. 

“Seventeen,” Lily says in a clipped voice. 

Corbin smiles, his gaze raking down her body to the muggle jumper and skirt she’d thrown on as a fluke. His eyes stall at the short hemline and he seems to do some serious butterbeer-logged mental maths to measure the exact distance he’d find her knickers if he went looking.

“Y’know. I’m in Hogsmeade for the weekend,” he slurs, stepping forward and placing a hand on the side of her waist. “They put us up in the little inn at the end of High Street. If you were interested in some fun, I’m sure the rest of the team would be willing to make room…we could find a nice bottle of Ogden’s and—”

“Sorry to keep you waiting, darling.”

As soon as Corbin’s hand drops from her waist, a more familiar one replaces it. Her head whips around, heart giving that playful swoop she can’t seem to shake no matter how many broom closets they’ve stuffed themselves in in the past month. 

James Potter smiles down at her, a telling eyebrow arching up into his messy hair. 

“I’m sorry I took so long, Alfred over at Spintwitches loves to faff around showing me all the newest models.” 

As natural as gravity itself, James leans down and ghosts his lips against her hairline. It’s not even close to the kind of intimacy they’ve shared with each other in the past twenty four hours, but the fact that it’s in public makes her whole body rattle. 

“Made a new friend then?” 

James juts out a hand towards Corbin, his smile more hostile than anything else. 

“James Potter.”

Corbin looks at James’ hand and follows the arm to the quidditch jersey and captain's badge that gleams on his chest. He reaches for his butterbeer.

“Corbin Landon.”

Around her waist, James fingers wiggle, finding the edge of her jumper and slipping under to press hot into her skin. It should worry her how much it lights up every part of her nervous system—the classic James Potter balancing act between playful, sensual, and safe. 

“Landon…Landon….” James muses, leaning his cheek against the side of Lily’s head. Suddenly, he perks up, the action pressing Lily even deeper into his chest. 

“Oh, that’s right! Corbin Landon! Hufflepuff! You made that dismal shot in the House Cup final a few years back—must have felt like real shit handing the win to Slytherin like that.”

Corbin stiffens, his cheeks going from ruddy to bright red in a matter of seconds. He darts his eyes from Lily back to James, all the sloppy sleaze now missing.

“Yeah well—“ Corbin stutters, debating his next words. 

“You realize your bird’s tromping around like a bloody prick tease?” Corbin spits, face twisting into anger. On her waist, James’ hand tightens but his face remains calm. 

“Can’t imagine you have much of a prick to tease, mate,” James says cooly. “Obviously, since you’re putting moves on Hogwarts’ students. That Cannon’s contract not working on the ladies then?”

It hits both her and Corbin at the same time. He’d been listening. 

Corbin stares at James open-mouthed. After some consideration and sizing up, he mumbles something under his breath and stocks off with his butterbeer, disappearing into the haze of Hogwarts’ students. 

“Sorry about that,” James says once Corbin’s out of sight,  He gives a sort of bashful smile. “I know it’s none of my business but it seemed like an emergency—you really do seem to attract some knobheads don’t you—me included in that, obviously.”

Lily scowls which makes James’ grin grow wider. It doesn’t go unnoticed that his hand remains firm against her skin. 

“Hey Evans?” 

Lily looks up. For the tough, cool guy act he just put on Corbin, the flush on his cheeks makes him look rather meek. 

“Would you…want to have a butterbeer with me? I know you aren’t very keen to take things between us public but—” James’ eyes drop to the hand still around her waist. 

“It feels kinda nice being with you…here.”

Something warm and precious blooms inside Lily’s chest, the room suddenly so much brighter and spacious. Not letting herself think too hard, she stands on her toes and presses a kiss into his cheek. 

“I’d be glad to,” she says, face hovering close to his. When her lips graze the shell of his ear, the hand against her waist gives a squeeze. 

“But remind me to properly thank you later,” she says, skirting her lips lightly over the side of his neck. She feels him shiver, a soft oh wafting from his open mouth.

“I’m afraid it wouldn’t be appropriate in public no matter the circumstances.”