#pomfey

[pomfey]

deltarune tomorrow! can you believe it? just 12 hours away!!

[elipoms]

btw mutuals i am doing artfight this year i just am waiting until i feel comfortable to pick a team (i am having issues with exhaustion and memory). most likely doing team werewolf

[zachbiller]

Madam Pomfrey: I'm keeping you in overnight. You shouldn't over exert yourself for a few hours. Harry: I don't want to stay here overnight, I want to find McLaggen and kill him. Madam Pomfrey: I'm afraid that would come under the heading of "over-exertion".

Madam Pomfey be like murder is okay as long as you don't hurt yourself

[night-in-star-light]

Is it normal to wake up in the middle of the night with something like the Shadow Monster standing over you? And not being able to move during it, too

That would be sleep paralysis. I think you should let Madam Pomfey know.

[catgirlcommiee]

@pomfey

[themangylioness]

Fuuuuuuuck I fell back into the McPop hole........... Excuse me while I go write...

[fanficwritinggirl]

Get into bed

So even when he was sick he would be out there playing and it did my head in. I mean you are going to be sick for longer if you just keep overworking yourself but my usually very smart boyfriend couldn't get that into his head.

I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room when George Weasley came in to paint. I look at him with my eyebrows raised. "You alright George. Shouldn't you be in practice? '' I asked him. He puts his finger up to signal to give him a minute to regain his breath before he stands up and turns to me. "Oliver is sick. Like I mean he has the chills, runny nose and all" he informs me and I groan putting my book down. "I told him to take the day off but did he listen. No ''I complained before grabbing my jacket and walking with George down the quidditch pitch.

When I get there I see Oliver at the side of the pitch coughing and whipping his nose. Fred sees me and waves over to us. "I had to force him to take a break for a minute. I think he should probably go and get a potion from Madam Pomfey" he tells me and I nod at him. "Thank you both. I'll look after him. Go back to practice ''I tell them. They give me a nod before getting back on their brooms and flying away. I sigh and turn to Oliver who is now looking at me.

"Where in me saying take the day off did you not get Oliver" I asked him as I put my head on his forehead. He sniffs. "I'm fine," he says, pulling his head away from my hand. "Yes well the fact that i can feel a temperature coming off of you is telling me otherwise Oli. Come on all you have to do is come with me to Madam Pomfey, get a potion, take the rest of the day off and you should be fine in a day or so. You are making this harder than it needs to be '' I try to reason with him. And he just groans and puts his head on my stomach and I rest my chin on the top of his head and give it a quick kiss.''I have a match in a few days against Slytherin. I can't take time off" he tries to explain but I shake my head. "I don't care about babies. And i don't think anyone else cares about that '' i say and lift his head by his chin and make him look at me. "All they care about is that their captain is healthy and able to play to the best of his ability and you certainly are not that at the moment" i try to joke. He chuckles a little before resting his head on my stomach again. "Come on. Lets get that potion and then we can stay in bed all day" i say. He nods and stands up with me.

When we get to Madam Pomfey she scolds Oliver for not coming to her sooner. "You Oliver Wood are too stubborn for your own good. Going out there in the cold to practice you are causing more damage than good" she scolds as she walks over to us with a potion in her hand. "I've said that to him Madame but he doesn't listen now does he? '' I say and he shakes his head at me with a grin on his face. "Yes well thank you for getting through to him Miss L/N someone needed to talk some sense into him" she thanks and i smile at her. "Now" she starts and puts a bottle out of Oliver. "Take this 3 times a day for the next 2 days in order to make sure that you definitely have all of the cold out of your system but i think you will be better before the match just as long as you don't overexert yourself anymore young man" she instructs and i giggle. "He won't Madame. Not on my watch ''I tell her and she nods. "Good. Now off with you two I have things to do" she says and we both laugh and stand up. "Thank you" we both say and leave.

One thing Madame Pomfrey had forgotten to mention was that the potion was going to make him very loopy. And I mean very loopy. "Oliver Wood, would you sit down for one minute so that I can take your shirt off so I can put on your pajamas? ' ' I tried to reason with him. He giggles. "Oh baby, I know what you are hinting at," he says, grabbing my waist and bringing me closer to him. I shake my head. "No Oli, I am not hinting at that. I just want to get you into something comfier ''I tell him. He smirks.

"What now Oliver?" I asked him. He shakes his head. "Nothing, just the fact that you look really good right now," he says and starts to mess with my clothes. I push his hands down and giggle. "No Oli we are not doing that now come on let's get you into bed" i instruct. He groans. "Cock-Block" he calls me and I laugh. He starts going toward his bed but turns to me and starts to suggest "maybe just a quickie" he says and I groan. "Oliver gets into bed" I scold and he scoffs and gets under the covers. I make sure that he is fully covered before leaning up and staring at him. "Ok you comfy" I ask. He gives me the look and I know what he is hinting at. I shake my head. "Now nothing like that Oli. Anything proper you want ''I ask him and he shakes his head. "Ok i have some work i need to get on with so i'm going to be down in the common room. I'll be up later now and go to sleep, Oli . ''I tell him and he nods his head before turning over and going to sleep. I sigh before leaving the dorm room and going downstairs to do my potions homework.

I went up later that evening with dinner for Oliver as he was still in bed. I knock on the door before opening it and walking in. I see Oliver lying down looking at the ceiling. He turns his head and sees me and smiles. "Hey you" he says and I grin while closing the door behind me. I set the dinner onto the bedside table and sit down next to him as he sits up. He looks at me and smiles. "So what have you been doing since I last saw you?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. "Well I did my potions homework and started some of the rest but besides that not really anything. But one thing i can say is that i am happy to see you are not that loopy anymore" i say and he nods. "Yeah i don't remember much after taking the potion but i do remember saying that you look good" he recalls and i laugh. "Yes you did say that alright. More than once ''I tell him and he grins. He moves a piece of my hair out of the way and leans closer to me. "And let me tell you now you look very sexy right now" he compliments and I smirk knowing what he was implying. "Oh, am I Oliver?" I ask. He nods and learns close enough that our lips are almost touching. "Yes. Yes you are" he says before kissing me.

The kiss was heated to say the least. I could feel every cell in my body waking up and feeling like I was drunk. He pulled me closer to him to the point where I was pretty much on his lap. He groans and moves his hand down to my ass and pulls me even closer. I rise up on my knees and take my shirt off giving him a view of me in my bra. He gasps and grins. "So fucking beautiful" he says before fliping us over. He kisses my lips as he pushes me down into the mattress. He moves his lips down my neck as I moan at the touch of him on my skin. I put my hands on his lower back and pull it up over his head. He had a good set of abs. Not super defined but still there. I kiss his abs better and he moans. He lifts my head by my chin and I look at him. He moves his mouth down to mine again before grabbing my trousers and pulling them down then just leaving us in his sweatpants and my underwear. He moves his hand down my stomach and towards my core. I feel him put his fingers down under my underwear and stick 3 fingers into me. I groan. "So fucking wet" he whispers and starts to pump them in and out of me. I am a moaning squirming mess. He keeps pumping until I almost cum. He moves his hands away from me and I gasp. "No no please don't stop making me cum Oliver make me cum" I plead and he shakes his head. "You don't cumming unless it is on my dick baby" he says huskily and I groan. "Yes. Give me your cock Oliver. Give me your cock" i pleaded.

He gets off of me and moves his sweatpants and his pants down in one swift motion before he is back on me. Oliver takes his cock in his hands and inlines himself with my entrance before entering me. I gasp at the pleasure and put my head back. He starts to pump into me quickly and swiftly, making me arch my back in pleasure. As I get closer to my climax he grabs me and sits up with me in his arms. "I want you to ride me, baby. I want to see your face" he says and I nod. He moves backwards until he is on his back and I'm sitting once again on his lap. I start to move my hips grinding on his cock and he hisses. "Jesus baby that feels so good keep going" he pleads and I grin before starting to jump on his cock. We are both a moaning mess. I feel myself go over the edge and I fall forward grabbing the headboard and screaming his name. "Oliver" I scream as he groans my name and cum. "Y/N" he gasps and I fall fully with my tits in his face. We sit for a second regaining our energy before getting off of his cock and falling next to him on the bed panting. He looks over at me and laughs. "You are a phenomenal baby," he says. I laugh and turn over, putting my head on his chest and listening to his heart. "If you say so" I say before closing my eyes and going to sleep.

Not too long after I am awoken by gasps and howling. "Oliver you naughty boy" a voice says and I groan. Should have cleaned up.

[bunk12bear]

Attening the dead

Not the best title i must admit, im open to sugestions. anyway I saw a tiktok about how Madam Pomfey was likely the one to declare the dead after the battle and thst got me thinking. Most of the people who died had likely been patients of hers at one point so i wrote this. I realise now I forgot sbout snape but I dont like him so meh. Fair waning this one is SAD.

trigger warnings grief, blood, death of a minor, discusion of injuries war and death.

Poppy Pomfrey didn't sign up to be a war medic. When she had been hired to be matron of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she hoped to avoid some of the grizzlier aspects of healing. The first war had been devastating of course, losing so many of her former students had taken a toll but even through the worst of that war she never imagined the conflict would end up in the school she loves so much.

The dead are everywhere, laying amongst the rubble that used to be the Great Hall surrounded by their weeping friends and family. She stedies herself for a moment. Rationally she knows it's her job to attend to the dead but that doesn't make it any easier.

The first body she attends to is Colin Creevy, still only sixteen. If it weren't for the blood matted into his blond hair you might think he was asleep, he looks so very young at this moment.

She remembers 5 years before when he had been discovered petrified, his precious camera still in his hands. She remembered the letter she had sent his parents promising them that he would be safe, that Hogwarts wasn't normally this dangerous. She didn't think she'd ever hated being wrong more in her entire life. She hoped the bad news wouldn't be delivered via a letter again, they deserve to learn of their son's death in person, especially because they likely haven't seen him in months.

She moved on, winding her way through the wreckage, stopping to confirm what most of the weeping witches and wizards already knew. She hated seeing them all in pain; nearly every combatant at the Battle of Hogwarts had been a student during her time at the school and although she considered herself A top-notch Healer, she couldn't do anything about death or grief.

When she sees the body of Fred Weasley she nearly drops to her knees. Given their reckless nature, the Weasley twins had been frequent patients of hers. The only thing worse than Fred's too still body is George. He's sitting there, Fred's head in his lap absentmindedly stroking his hair. Tears slip slowly down his face, his eyes as dull and lifeless as his twin's.

She remembers the very first time Fred had ended up in the hospital wing. A prank had gone wrong and he would need to spend the night, just to make sure he was fine.

Both boys' demeanor changed instantly. Fred's injury had not stopped them from laughing and joking but the moment they found out that they would have to be sleeping separately the smiles dropped off their faces.

George's eyes begin to well with tears, "Wait does that mean I'm going to have to go back to my dorm without him?" He had asked, his voice shaky.

"I'm afraid so, only patients after hours" she had replied putting a hand on the 11 year old's shoulder.

"But that's not fair," Fred had protested, "We've never slept apart, never ever!" He looked over at his twin who is still doing his best not to cry, "can't you  bend the rules this once there's an empty bed right there I promise I'll be on my best behavior." 

She likely could have but  both boys needed the sleep and she knew from their dorm mates that they had a tendency to keep each other up.

George had been there first thing in the morning bouncing on his toes nervously. Both twins were overjoyed when she told them that Fred was being discharged relieved at the thought they wouldn't have to spend another night apart.

She thought again about those little boys so worried about the prospect of sleeping in separate rooms, now they would never share a room ever again; the thought felt a bit like a stab to the heart.

She goes through the motions quickly and efficiently with Fred not wanting to keep George from his brother's body.

Nymphadora Tonks or was it Lupin now was another frequent visitor. She was clumsy, enthusiastic and, much like the Weasley twins, had a tendency towards mischief.

Her very first visit to the hospital wing had happened within days of her arrival to Hogwarts. She had been slightly too enthusiastic getting something out of her trunk and smacked herself right in the nose with the lid. Eventually the girl had ended up in the hospital wing with so many minor injuries that Pomfry had hunted down all of her friends to teach them how to cast episkey, a spell she had used so many times that morning that it had long since stopped sounding like a word.

While it had been gut-wrenchingly heartbreakingly difficult to attend to any of the dead the worst was the man laying next to Dora.

She had taken care of Remus Lupin once a  month for seven years, even coming to his home after every summer full moon. She had spent many an hour carefully tending to his wounds hidden away from the prying eyes of his curious classmates.

She had adored him when he was a student. She knew she shouldn't pick favorites but even if he hadn't had to visit her Hospital Wing once a month he would probably still be one of hers. He was sweet, kind and smart but with a wicked mischievous streak. She remembers the impish sparkle in his eyes one day in 1975 when he had revealed to her that he had replaced Cassius Nott's writing set with Zonko's invisible ink quills.

Then there was the year he spent as defense against the dark arts teacher. In her opinion he was by far the best person in the position in years, decades even though she might be biased. That year she had not only helped him after the full moon , an easier prospect with the invention of wolfsbane potion, but they had built a real friendship. They had tea in her office every week and frequently chatted at the staff table. She had hoped that after the war, if the whole Voldemort cursing the position business was true,he might return for a permanent position on the Hogwarts staff. Now that would never happen.

She took a moment to run her thumb along the scars on his face one last time before moving on with her solemn duty.

[faithwounded]

&&&. Petals unfurl and reveal the delicate smile flowering on angelic features, pale cheeks painted with gentle brush strokes of an English rose. Infatuation is luminous sunset, both in eyes of beholder, and tint of enraptured gaze. Narcissa understands intimately then, the wonder of teenage boys, enchanted by the notion of something holy in her generous favour. Keen observation notes too the softening of edges at mention of her own precious confidante. Elation concealed behind chipped china incongruous in immaculately manicured fingers, herbaceous flavours apparently lure warmth from her own expression, rather than intriguing and gleefully acquired morsel of information.

If redheads were the pyre upon which he would scorch himself, at least this healer seemed pious. He deserved to be joined at the altar of the faithful by one equally devout. Perhaps unfair to compare young woman radiant with life to a grave flower. Dulcet tones reminiscent of the comforting songs of finches in the attic that heralded her transition from girhood to womanhood.

Surgical precision and elegant grace returns cup to medicine trolley currently imitating tea-service with barely a chink. Icy rigidity seeps down the ramrod steel of her spine, creates flinty sheen over azure irises. Lips never falter, retaining perfectly sculpted passivity. Languid movements ensure fragile ivory is suitably obscured; gold threading remains secret that would be violently defended if required. An oversight not to include a vow of confidentiality, though had no reason to doubt Severus' discretion. He guarded much knowledge without threat. Moment of insecurity encases the witch in frigid cold, though demeanour is artfully contructed to mantle hostility in unquestionable civillity, even pleasantness decorates the edges of painted smile. Trust dissipates like sugar insufficent to temper bitter leaves in brewed beverage, will be harder won than doe eyed bashfulness.

"To assume the role of patriarch in a house such as ours is no small feat, and not traditionally expected of a pup not yet a wolf." Glance wanders to the window, studying snow fall and fighting to rid her mind of the images of blood-soaked purity. Irony is a brutal and bitter thing. Draco would be denied the commiseration of his peers for the loss of a parent, and yet enemies might provide some comprehension to the grief due to the acts of his father. Nights are plagued by images of golden locks encrusted with crimson, grey eyes turned to gravestone, and her sisters' melancholic pity a malignant echo. Pure blood feels caustic.

"School yard quibbles no doubt feel insignificant. An isolating position at a crucial juncture in youth." Resentment at her position burns veins, thaws glacial disquiet, and draws focus once more into the room. Hand forced, decision made by anothers affections, and it rankles. Unwilling to designate object of 25 years friendship as a fool, more potently unable to allow that association to creep insidiously through self-perception. Turbulence requires conviction, no freedom to falter. Role of the woman to dance on knives and simper graciously as she bleeds through elegantly executed steps.

"I'll wager then, that he finds some solace here, which would infer a degree of comfort with you. I can assure you, I know bluntly his opinions of Madame Pomfey; with all due respect to her skill - her bedside manner has remained consistent since I was in school. As stated, I am willing to endorse this fondness if it places him in the orbit of another woman with good instincts. My duty then, is to ensure paternal reputation will not interfere with those instincts."

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ ... ] even when uttered in a voice like antler velvet, ( 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 ) the imagery alone twitched upon reed's painted lips until her expression blossomed gracefully into the first genuine smile exchanged between them. it was subtle enough, noticeably softened around the edges and only barely dimpling into seraphim cheeks. severus' dedication as it was labeled by @faithwounded was as enigmatic an ideal as the rest of him proved time and time again to be, and was quite similarly shrouded in darkness. even now after he'd been rewarded the post to lecture on the defense against the dark arts, he was tight-lipped and strict .. but observant, and attuned to all that went on around him. like a prey animal foraging along a busy road. that very conclusion in mind, the matron thinks narcissa was rather correct; she couldn't exactly argue.

not so long ago now, that same man had pulled her ravaged body from the snow [ ... ] balanced upon the vague recollection, her expression began to falter.

as the phantom chill of winter wound around her spinal column, reed pulled her shawl tighter around her neck. she could feel every centimetre of the scars that marked her face. suddenly she felt less like a bride of spring concocted by schoolboy fairytales, and more like a pile of bones peeking through the snow when warm weather had begun to condemn it back into soil. in an attempt to thin out the creeping fog of her own vulnerability, reed's eyes instinctually fall upon the other witch's wrist as though she could see the forbidden oath glittering there like a bangle over her sleeve. she hadn't meant to do it, really ── so when she realizes where she'd begun staring off at, she quickly adjusts her gaze down to the hands in her own lap instead. the wordless surrender to her own bashfulness, maybe, or shame of self and how broken she must look to something so pristine. likely something right in the middle of the two.

❛   ────i'll admit, i take great pride in knowing i am oftentimes the one students feel comfortable enough with to confide in when something is amiss in their lives. usually its a row with friends, anxieties over exams, quidditch matches .. th'normal lot. draco himself has certainly been the less loquacious of his year. with me its no surprise, but this behaviour even extends to his friends, from what i've been able to observe.  ❜ (it was true, her first few years had struck a proverbial match beneath the kindling of students feigning illness in order to loiter about the infirmary. every now and again the trend resurfaced, but less so since the incident.) it didn't take a great deal of intellect to know what she had become. she was far less conventionally beautiful now as she was reminiscent of a grisly crime scene to stare at as you passed it by.

❛   trust me, if i could assume the blame, i would do so. unfortunately, i think there is more at work here than something so simple as a schoolyard crush.  ❜

[pomfey]

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[specialagentlokitty]

Fred x reader - Careful

Hello there may I ask for a request?? Could you plz write a fred weasley x plus size professor reader?? She is a vampire but refuse to drink from humans. She is a calm Person and lost her smile. Her lesson got disturbed by Umbridge. This is the first time where Fred noticed a difference in her face (annoying cause of Umbrindge cause she insist to talk to her) hope you now what I mean. The vampire professor also make it to be right in time to save Fred whenever he is about to have an accident by catching him by his arm or waist. And someday she needs to bring him to Madame Pomfey (its up to you why) and Fred tells her that she is one of the best teachers and everyone likes her and its the first time she smiles. I really need some fluff... If you don't like the vampire part than you can ignore that. And sorry for my english... I'm german 😅. - @hufflepuff-girl-1996 💜

You were trying to teach you magical history class when the door was pushed in and the ugly bright pink woman walked in.

Immediately your face went from neutral to a scawl, watching with red eyes as the woman walked over to you and stood with a bright smile on her face.

“Hello professor.” Umbridge smiled, “I don’t believe we’ve formally met, but I was ready through your file and had some questions.”

“Does this have to be done now while I am teaching?”

“Oh yes, there is a few questions I must ask them.”

You sighed and waved your hand, walking over to your desk you sat down and picked up a random book to start reading while she turned to your class.

“I’m sure you’re all aware of what Miss (L/N) already is, correct?”

The whole classes nodded and you looked up, noticing that while the whole classes was focused on the pink eye sore, Fred was glancing at you.

“Does it scare you?” Umbridge asked.

The class shook their heads and Umbridge seemed disappointed as she turned back to you.

“And what do you eat?”

“What I eat is non of your concern, I don’t feed on humans and that’s all you need to know.”

“I will be asking the higher ups about what to do with you.”

With that she left and you went back to teaching, though there wasn’t left off class.

Rolling your shoulders, you sighed as you stared to make your way down the hallway, but a commotion made you turn a different corner.

“What have you two done this time?” McGonagall asked.

You walked over now far behind the professed and the Wesley twins as they made their way down the stairs.

Fred tripped and nearly went flying down the stairs, but you quickly caught him by his hand.

“Thank you professor!” he beamed.

“You’re welcome Mr Weasley.”

With that, you left.

You decided to head to the library, hoping to find some peace and quiet but it didn’t last when the twin came in with their other teacher.

You were sat looking through some books when you saw our the corner of your eyes Fred climbing the shelves.

“George, what is your twin doing?” You asked.

“He’s looking for a book.” The twin laughed.

You stood up, sighing as you looked between them.

“We have spells for this.”

George just laughed, and you looked up, Fred grabbed some books but he must’ve lost his hold because suddenly he was in your arms, a small gash on his forehead.

“Let’s go.” You sighed.”

Setting him on his feet, you urged him forward and started walking with your hand on his back.

“Sorry!” Fred chuckled.

“Next time, use your wand or ask for help.”

“I’ll try remember that.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes and took him to madam pomfey, explaining what had happened so she could tend to him.

“Professor?” Fred called as you were leaving.

Turning around, you walked back over and sat on the chair next to his bed.

“You’re the best professor here you know.” He smiled.

“And why’s that?”

“Everyone loves you! You’re the best teacher! You don’t give us homework, you help us, because of your vampire powers you can save us, especially me from stupid situations, you never take away points or anything. Everyone loves you!”

You blinked, a soft smile blooming in your face as you looked away embarrassed.

Standing up, you ruffled Fred’s hair and gave him a warm smile.

“Be careful next time Fred Weasley.”

[catgirlcommiee]

I drew @pomfey 's character plum because she is so baby and I miss her

[fred-george-fic]

In the Middle Pt. 4

Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (Eventually)

A/N: I have started a tag list, so please let me know if you would like to be added!

Summary: It’s time for the first task of the Triwizard tournament!

Pairing(s): Cedric x Reader & George x Reader (eventually)

Word Count: 1.9k

Masterlist: ~Part 1~Part 2~Part 3~

Warnings: Mentions of characters getting injured

The First Task

November 24th came quicker than you had hoped, but you were glad Harry was willing to tell Cedric about the first task, since the other champions already knew. You followed George and Fred through the stands as they took bets from students about the champions. Eventually, you found your seats, noticing that Hermione wasn’t sitting next to Ron. You turned to the twins, “I’ll be right back, I am going to go talk to Cedric” You quickly got up and began heading towards the champions tent. You could see Hermione on the outside, speaking to Harry and saw her slip in and a flash go off.

Once you entered the tent, Rita Skeeter was there antagonizing the champions again.

“…this tent is for champions and friends.” You hear Victor say giving Rita and stern look.

“No matter, I got what I wanted.” Rita said with a smirk and left the tent.

Cedric saw you standing at the entrance the moment that Rita left and ran towards you lifting you up off the ground. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” His mouth was in a wide smile, but his eyes were worried

“I had to come wish you luck!” You kiss him lightly and then hear Dumbledore, Crouch and Bagman come in.

“Ms. Granger” Dumbledore looks over at you “And Ms. Y/L/N. What are you both doing in here?”

“We were just leaving.” You say, giving Cedric’s hand one last squeeze and grabbing Hermione’s arm. You both head back to your seats. George and Fred had gotten binoculars out and then you hear the announcement. “First up, we have Cedric Diggory versus the Swedish Short-Snout!”

You see Cedric come out of the tunnel, the dragon immediately notices him and begins to pursue him. You throw your hands over your eyes, “Just let me know when it’s finished.”

You hear him yell something and when you look up you see he had turned a rock into a dog, distracting the dragon. You cheered excitedly, but as Cedric went for the Golden egg, the dragon turned back to Cedric blowing blue fire out of its nose, burning half his face. However, despite the burn, he manages to grab the egg and successfully complete the first task. You sigh in relief, but you know that the burn had to hurt. “I need to go to the Medical tent!” You say to the twins, getting up from your seat and making your way out of the stadium and back towards the tents.

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As soon as you made your way out of the stadium, you immediately began sprinting towards the medical tent, where you could see them taking Cedric. Once you entered the tent, you saw them laying Cedric onto one of the available beds. “Madam Pomfrey!” You yell, gaining her attention. “I am here to help!”

“Ah, Y/N! We’re going to need some burn-healing paste for this one.” She pointed towards Cedric and grabbing the paste. “Did you want to apply it?”

“If I may.” You say taking the paste from her and sitting next to Cedric’s bed. You begin to slowly cover the burnt side of Cedric’s face, eventually covering it in the thick orange paste. As he moved slightly, you run your fingers through his hair, rubbing his head lightly. He began to stir, opening one eye on the side that wasn’t burnt.

“Y/N?” He looks over at you, giving you the smallest smile he can manage.

“Get some rest, Ced.” You say trying to soothe him.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” His voice is strained, but he still tries his best. 

“Of course.” You’re about to grab his hand when you hear someone else enter the tent.

“We’re going to need more of that burn-healing paste over here!” Madam Pomfrey yelled as she helped lower Fleur onto the bed. Once you went over there to assist, Fleur was still conscious, with only a mild burn on her leg where her skirt was set on fire. You applied the paste to the burned area and gave her a small smile. “You’re going to be okay, Fleur. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Merci beaucoup.” Fleur winced. You walked away from her bed as Madame Maxime walked in and immediately went to her side. Victor Krum came in next, he showed no visible injuries as Madam Pomfrey looked him over and was given the okay to leave the medical tent. 

It was quiet in the tent for a long time, only the occasional sounds of Madam Pomfrey checking on Cedric and Fleur and Madam Maxime talking. You heard the roar of the last dragon, meaning Harry was up. You waited awhile, soothing Cedric when you could, but he was mostly unconscious by this point. Eventually, Harry is brought in due to a cut on his shoulder that he sustained from the dragon. Madam Pomfrey quickly used a healing spell to heal the gash, quicker than you’d be able too. “Y/N, can you use the bandaging charm for this one?” She taps Harry’s bed and goes back to check on the other patients.

You walk over to Harry’s bed, tap his shoulder and say “Ferula”, immediately bandages wrapped around Harry’s shoulder and torso, ensuring that the wound was covered.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Harry said giving you a wide smile, probably from adrenaline more than anything.

“How was your first task?” You ask him, sitting near his bed. 

“I think it went well, except for the shoulder.” He said sitting up in bed.

“Mr. Potter, you are cleared to head back to the Gryffindor dormitories, just make sure you come and see me in the morning.” Madam Pomfrey says as she begins to look over Fleur’s and Cedric’s burns. “These two however, will need to come to the Hospital Wing in the castle. The paste needs to stay on at least through the night.”

As you help Madam Pomfey clean up the medical tent, both Fleur and Cedric are moved into the Hospital Wing. You both quickly follow, along with Madame Maxime. Cedric continued to sleep throughout the day, even when his Hufflepuff friends came in to check on him. Fleur had visitors as well, Madame Maxime and her sister stayed for most of the day, random Beauxbatons would come into the room and chat. You continued to sit next to Cedric’s bed, reading your potions textbook and occasionally asking Madam Pomfrey healing questions.

Around 10:00 PM is when Fred and George slid their way into the room, motioning you to come out and talk to them. You roll your eyes, check to make sure Cedric is still sleeping and follow them out. “What is it?” You whisper closing the door behind you.

“We thought you might want to know the results of the first task.” Fred whispered back pulling you a little way down the hall.

“Harry and Victor tied for first, Cedric came in second, Fleur in third.“ George said.

“You also missed the Gryffindor celebration in the common room for Harry.” Fred continued.

“Harry opened the golden egg and it let out a nasty shriek.” George shook his head.

“Thought you might want to warn Diggory.” Fred finished.

“I appreciate the concern; I will let him know once he wakes up.” You turn around and begin to walk away when George grabs your arm.

“You’re going back?” George looks at you hoping that you’ll come back with them to the common room.

“I promised Cedric I would be there when he woke up.” You look between the boys and sigh. “I’ll be there for breakfast in the morning, okay?”

George lets go of your arm, deflating a little. “Okay.” They both say and turn back down the hall, walking away. You felt bad really. You had already abandoned the boys at the tournament, now you weren’t spending time celebrating a big win for Gryffindor. You knew they were going to tease you about it later, but you also knew Cedric needed someone to be there for him. You had never seen the boys so upset about you not spending time with them, maybe because you had never not spent time with them. You sigh, making a mental note to spend some quality time with them and head back into the hospital wing. Fleur and Cedric were both asleep and Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen. You take your seat back next to Cedric’s bed and grab his hand with a small squeeze before returning back to your book.

“Y/N-” Someone whispers nearby waking you up suddenly. You rub your eyes and look around the dimly lit hospital room, before your eyes land on the boy staring at you from the bed. 

“Oh, Cedric. You’re awake.” You give his hand a squeeze and smile at him.

“You’re still here.” He smiles back at you, returning a squeeze to your hand.

“I told you I would be. I had to make sure you are okay. How does your face feel?” When observing his face, you notice most of the burn-healing paste has dissolved leaving an orange tint behind.

“Much better, thanks to you.” Cedric continues holding onto your hand, when you hear the door adjacent to the room open and Madam Pomfey step out.

“Wonderful, you’re awake.” Madam Pomfrey begins grabbing supplies in order to clean off the paste.

When you look out the window, you notice that the sun is beginning to rise and Fleur has already left the hospital wing. “Where’s Fleur?”

“I sent her back about an hour ago.” Madam Pomfrey hands you the supplies and begins setting up the room for the day.

You begin cleaning off Cedric’s face, trying to be as careful as possible in case there’s any pain leftover. As you methodically clean, he looks at you intently, taking in all of your features. “Who knew someone who just spent the last six hours sleeping like that could look so lovely.” Cedric says breaking into a wide smile as you finish cleaning up the last of the paste.

“Well, aren’t you cheeky this morning?” You laugh slightly. “Come on, let’s get you back to your common room.”

Cedric slides off the bed, giving Madam Pomfrey a “thank you” and walks out of the room while you follow behind. The moment that the doors close, he cups your face with his hands and gives you a passionate kiss, staying like that for a moment. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?” You look into his eyes, which squint at the edges from his wide smile.

“I am just beyond grateful for you.” He intertwines his hands with yours, pulling you with him as you walk towards the Hufflepuff common room. Once you arrive, you notice a few students coming out of the common room to get an early start on their day. Many offer Cedric a “congratulations” as they walk out. “Thank you. For everything.” He says kissing you again and slipping inside the room. Before the doors closed, you could hear cheering inside and then silence.

You walk slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, saying the password as you approach. Once you walk in, you notice a familiar red headed boy sleeping on the couch. “George.“ You whisper tapping him on the shoulder. You wonder why he’s on the couch, but want more than anything to head down to breakfast, so you keep your questions to yourself.

He jumps up slightly, instantly smiling when he sees you. “Hello, Y/N.” 

“Go grab Fred, I’m starving.” He gives you a mock salute and runs up the stairs, bringing Fred back down with him. You three walk down to the Great Hall together, listening intently as the twins tell you about their newest creations.

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‘light me up’ chapter four : blackout

a/n : hey , sorry this took forever lol . i’m working on a couple requests at the same time , and just trying to juggle everything (: this chapter is a little bit shorter than the past few (3.3k) but i promise the next two are hot fire . stick with me , okay ? xoxoxoxoxo , starlight <3

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You could feel Draco’s eyes following you all the way up the stairs, through the heavy oak door that led to your room. If looks could kill, you’d be dead and gone by now- there was a certain heat, a certain intensity behind Draco’s stare that seemed to cut right through you. Before you opened the door to your bedroom, you took a moment to prepare yourself for the onslaught of questions you were sure to receive.

You weren't prepared for the exact opposite: complete and suffocating silence. Rose didn’t even meet your eyes as you walked into the room, laying your bag down on the nearest surface, and Belle just looked you over, forcing a smile. 

“I thought you were doing homework, Y/N? Are you already finished?”

The sadness and disappointment were evident in Belle’s voice and seemed to tear right through you as you took a seat on your trunk.  You felt trapped- an unstoppable force against an immovable object. It seemed like the most perfect, painful paradox, and you knew that there was no getting out of this.

“Yeah.”

Belle scrunched her face, then broke eye contact. Neither of your friends could even look at you, and all you could say was ‘yeah.’ you felt wave after wave of disappointment and self-hatred roll over your shoulders, slowly crushing you. Dimly, you wondered what you looked like on the outside- could anyone see you falling into a spiral? Was it obvious, what was going on in your head? Or did you just look normal, plain as ever?

“Draco came to talk to me.”

Belle’s movements paused briefly; neither of your friends were used to his name being brought up in conversation. Draco wasn’t someone that seemed to revolve in the same universe as you guys, much less the same friends. She quickly resumed packing her bag, still not looking at you. Her voice was even and measured when she spoke again.

“How did that go?” You wanted to scream. The entire conversation felt so false, so forced, and you knew it was your fault. Before you had time to think about it, you stood up from your trunk and walked over to Rose. she was laying on her bed, reading, and didn’t bother to look up at you.

“Are you really gonna do this?”

Silence.

“Fine. You guys want to know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you.” you exclaimed, the words shooting from your mouth, each one coated in your spiteful, impulsive poison. “Everyone, everyone in my life leaves, okay? They get to know me, they decide that i’m too much to handle, or they don't like what they see, or whatever, and they run. Cedric promised me he would stay. He promised me,” you said, voice breaking, “that he wasn’t going to run.” to your horror you felt something wet start a trail for many down your cheek. Tears rolled from your eyes like raindrops from dark clouds, and you fell apart. 

Every wall you’d ever built seemed to deteriorate in an instant, crumbling down and smothering you. You felt every part of your body be pulverized by the force of each hateful, vicious brick, every bit of blistering mortar. The violence splintered your bones and ripped your muscles at the seams. It was as if all of your nerve endings were being electrocuted, a car battery having its merry way with all the electric signals pulsing throughout your body. You couldn’t breathe- it was as if your throat was pinned shut, cruel staples cutting you off from sweet oxygen you felt your lungs decay, the pink muscle going black with the lack of the vital substance. Your emotions seemed to overtake you, never sparing you the chance for one final breath before they wrenched you down, down, down to the depths of your psyche before drowning you forever. 

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The first thing you noticed after regaining consciousness was the sun. Something luminous and harsh was poking at your eyelids, lighting your skin with a yellowish glow. You squeezed your eyes shut before trying to blink yourself awake, realizing that the sun had been the mysterious glow. You then noticed that you weren’t in your bed, or your clothes. 

This woke you up quickly. After a short investigation of your surroundings, you quickly deduced that you were in the infirmary. Belle and Rose were in beds on either side of you, both girls sitting up in some way. They were angled toward you, and each had various medical supplies: a rag, a mostly melted bag of ice, some sort of vial of pure ginger extract. Your body immediately humbled you as you tried to sit up, a skull splitting pain searing throughout your brain. You slumped back, moaning in pain.

Both of your friends woke up instantly at the noise, scrambling off of their cots and over to you. “Oh thank Merlin-”

“Get madam Pomf-”

“I'm just so glad you're okay i-”

“Jesus, Y/N, you scared us-”

“I promise i will never not talk you you again-”

A groan escaped your lips, all the noise too much for you to take in at once. Belle and Rose lowered their voices, their concern coming out in soft coos and scared murmurs. The pair seemed to have worked all the concern out of their systems, and were now assessing their next move. Belle set off to find Madam Pomfrey while Rose stayed behind, picking up one of your hands.

“What happened?”

Rose looked at you with an untraceable expression- you couldn’t read her for the first time ever. “We don’t know. It was like… you just- left. You were talking and then you started breathing like, really fast. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you were just… gone. We’ve been here all night. Madam Pomfrey said you had some sort of panic attack.”

“Merlin,” you whispered, swearing under your breath. You’d had panic attacks before, but never this severe. It had manifested physically; this was the first time it hadn’t been all in your head. You took a brief moment to collect yourself, processing the information that Rose had shared. You didn't know what you were supposed to do, or say, or anything really.

“Did someone catch me?”

Rose pulled a face, and your head throbbed. Propping yourself up on elbows, you brushed a hand over the back of your skull. You recoiled as you made contact with a massive bump on the back of your head. With more gentle fingers you inspected the egg sized lump that had taken up residence on your skull. 

“It was really fast- we didn’t have time to react. Belle immediately started screaming. She thought you died. Her screams were loud enough to alert the common room- someone had already run halfway to Madam Pomfrey’s before we woke you back up. Do you remember?”

“What?” The last thing you remembered was coming up to bed after talking to Draco. 

“Yeah. we woke you up after you’d passed out- only for a minute, really. You were panicked; you thought that you were drowning. You kept telling Belle and I that you couldn’t breathe, that you were sinking. Madam Pomfrey gave you something to knock you back out. You’ve been sleeping since then.”

You brought your hands back down into your lap, trying to lay back down. The bump had become more apparent now that you were fully awake; it radiated a dull, throbbing pain throughout your whole body. You looked up at Rose, who seemed to be searching your face for something. 

“Are you okay?”

Rose scoffed, but the tears in her eyes seemed to betray her hard exterior. She wiped harshly at the droplets, leaving angry red smears on her cheeks. “Maybe. I don't know. For a split second- you know-” she stuttered, trying to find the words. “I thought that you died or something. Like, you were having a heart attack, and you died with me ignoring you. I was really scared.” 

You blinked, taking a big breath in. “i’m sorry.”

This caught Rose off guard. You were rarely the first to apologize- your stubborn nature was one of your biggest struggles. It was also why you were so good at ignoring your emotions; until now, apparently. Right as she started to respond Belle came rushing in, Madam Pomfrey in hand. 

“See, she’s awake,” Belle painted, out of breath. She must’ve sprinted all the way to the healers quarters.

You offered a weak wave to Madam Pomfrey. “Alright, Y/N?”

“Alright. Sore, but alright.”

“Gonna be sore for a while- you knocked ‘rself pretty good. How’s your memory?” she asked, starting concussion protocol. You’d sat through many of these with Cedric.

“Not bad. I don’t remember anything past going up to bed, but everything before that.”

“What day of the week is it?”

You faltered for a second, but recovered quickly. “Sunday.”

“And what house ‘re you in?”

“Slytherin.” 

“Middle name?”

“Y/M/N. I’m fine, I promise. Just a little banged up.”

“What’s the date?”

“It's October 29th. I’m okay, really,” you explained, gritting your teeth against the agony that came with sitting up. Once you were upright, you grabbed for the glass of water that sat by your cot, untouched. You drank the whole thing in three sips, pouring more from the pitcher as you met Madam Pomfrey’s eyes. “Do you know what happened to me?”

“It seems as if you worked yourself into a bit of a situation, love. Do you have panic attacks often?”

“Yes.” you tried not to react to the face’s Rose and Belle made; they were hurt. You hadn’t told them that.

“Faint usually?”

“No. Never. I don't know why this time was any different,” you answered honestly. You were usually able to get yourself through your panic attacks with minimal effort- you’d been dealing with this for years. It was just something you were used to by now. 

Madam Pomfey hummed as she thought, turning to rummage through some shelves. She returned with a clear, unmarked bottle, corked with what looked like a cinnamon stick. The liquid inside was clear and thin, just like water. “What is this?”

“To help with the faintness, the lightheaded feeling. Got something going for your goose egg. I’ll be back with that in a bit. Alright?” she asked again, clearly concerned. 

“Fine, no worries.”

Madam Pomfrey looked to Rose, making steely eye contact. “You make sure she drinks that. Gonna get real busy here in about 20 minutes- all the quidditch players ’ll be comin’ in. want her out of here before that- too loud for a head injury. Understand?” 

Looking slightly intimidated and yet determined, Rose nodded her head. As Madam Pomfrey exited your two friends looked to each other, then down at you in sync. 

“How are you, really?” Belle asked, picking up one of your hands to hold. “Thought we lost you there for a minute.”

“I’m okay, really. This has never happened before. Freak accident, or something,” you explained, trying not to cringe at the ache rippling through your body. You drank another cup of water as both girls were silent. What do you say in a situation like this, though?

“Why didn’t you tell us it’s been getting bad again?” Belle asked, voice breaking and weak.

“I’m sorry.” 

Rose squeezed your shoulder, drawing you attention off of Belle and her misty eyes. “I mean this from a place of love: `I’m sorry’ isn't enough anymore, Y/N. You can’t do this stuff to yourself- I won’t let you.”

Again; unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

But this time the object is fractured and frail and too drained to fight back. Not so immovable anymore. 

“I didn’t think it was this bad; usually I can tell. I guess I locked myself too far down. I can’t- couldn’t- really feel anything. Blocked it all out, I think.”

“Why?”

You thought about this for a moment. Why really was the question. Why had you shut yourself down so far? Why had you let it get so bad? Why had everything gotten so bad so fast? Why had you passed out?

“I don't know. I mean- a lot has been happening, I guess. And for me… well, for me it’s better to feel nothing than to feel hurt, you know?”

Belle sniffled, and Rose murmured something to the sensitive girl under her breath. Belle nodded, and turned around. You watched your best friend’s slumped over form exit the room, the noise of her cries softening the further away she got. 

“Do you remember what you were telling me before? I mean, before you passed out?”

You thought about this for a second- you remembered a tense, very strained exchange with Belle and Rose, but you couldn’t recall what it was over. Then, everything was blurry, all muffled and underwater. You did your best to sort through the memories, and landed on one of Draco Malfoy. It came back to you, how you’d left the blonde boy sitting there with no explanation after coming off rather cold. You tried to process this, a grimace building on your face. 

“I remember sitting in the common room, talking to Draco. But everything is murky after that. Why?”

Rose’s face cycled through a multitude of expressions before relaxing back to something neutral again. “Why were you talking to Malfoy?”

“He came over to me.”

Rose swore under her breath, putting a hand on your shoulder as she made eye contact. “You can’t tell Belle I told you this- she doesn’t think you should know, but… anyway. When you fainted, Belle panicked, right? And Draco was the first to respond. From what she told me, he heard your name and the words ‘passed out’ and broke into a dead sprint to the infirmary. He came by to visit you early this morning- he seemed concerned.”

Your stomach tied itself into knot after knot, coiling in on itself. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do with this information. Why had Draco come to check on you? Why did he care?

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That's off topic, though. You don't remember what we were talking about?” Rose asked, looking earnest. You knew that you were missing a key piece of the puzzle, but you couldn’t seem to find it. You shook your head at the dark haired girl, the action sending pain reverberating through your body. Rose stilled, her body looking as if it were about to snap like a tensed rubberband. You could tell that she was having some sort of internal debate, but you couldn’t bring yourself to figure out what she was thinking. Everything hurt too bad. You wanted to go back to sleep.

You pulled the small vial from Rose’s fingers, uncorking the bottle and tossing the liquid back into your throat. You coughed and sputtered, eyes welling from the fire that seemed to be coursing its way down the back of your pharynx- you felt like you were choking for the second time in 24 hours. It was not a pleasant feeling.

Rose rushed to pour another cup of water, tipping your chin up and holding the cup to your lips. You drank it down as if you were dying, the cool liquid extinguishing the flames licking your insides. 

“What is that?

Before Rose could answer, Madam Pomfrey came trotting back in, holding a lavender-colored compress. It seemed to be glowing from the inside, and emitted a sweet scent of some sort of herb that you couldn’t put your finger on. 

“Right then Y/N, put this on your head.”

You didn’t bother to ask what it was, seeking any sort of relief from the agony that was working its way up and down your spine. Taking the compress from Madam Pomfrey, you placed the icy cold cloth on the bump that had formed. A moan of pleasure escaped your lips as the pain seemed to be leached from your skull- it was as if it had never been there in the first place. “Wow. What is this?”

“Old recipe. Pulls the pain right out, doesn’t it? Feeling okay?”

You went to lift your hand to give the wrinkled woman a thumbs up, but your arms felt like rubber. You began to worry when you tried to push yourself up onto elbows, but couldn’t get your limbs to behave.

Madam Pomfrey sucked a breath in through her teeth. “Right- that’s a normal side effect. Weakness. Should be gone within the day. If not, come and see me again.”

You sputtered, beginning to fight back; why hadn’t she explained this to you before you’d drained the pain from your head? You began to think that you’d rather have the skull splitting ache back, but there was no way you were going back to that. The complaint died in the back of your throat as you heard a rumble approaching the infirmary.

“Oh dear, the game must’ve finished. Y/N, how's the head?”

You rolled your neck from side to side, letting it fall back against the pillow. There was a dull sort of throb, but significantly less pain than before. “Alright, I think.”

Madam Pomfrey gave you a satisfied sort of nod, then tuned to Rose. “feel okay about getting her out of here? Probably going to need to be monitored for the next few hours.”

Rose blinked, her eyebrows starting to furrow. She opened her mouth, ready to say something but before she could do so the doors to the infirmary cracked open. Quidditch players in various stages of dishevelment poured in, each calling out for Madam Pomfrey’s assistance. 

And there he was.

Draco was bleeding from his lip, a stream of the crimson liquid making its way down his chin. This somehow made him look even better- you took a moment to evaluate why you were even more attracted to him now- then broke your stare, looking at Rose. “Can we go?”

“How am I supposed to get you out of here?” she asked in a harsh whisper, glaring at someone. You didn’t have to turn your head to figure out who.

“Y/N,” Draco breathed, his voice filled with concern. “You’re up. Are you okay?”

You widen your eyes at Rose, a signal. She gave you a barely perceptible nod, then you turned to give Draco a tight smile. “Hey, Malfoy. I’m fine, really.”

“What happened? You weren’t even upstairs for 10 minutes before Belle-”

“I hate to interrupt, but I really need to get Y/N up to bed. She’s on bedrest for today, so we should probably go.” Rose’s voice was unyielding and left no room for Draco to talk back. He scoured your face for some sort of answer, but couldn’t find anything in your blank expression. Finally, Draco put a hand on your arm, squeezing the completely numb limb. 

“Yeah, okay. Hey, we won,” he said, a warm smile painting Draco’s lips. Your heart fluttered, jumping up into your throat as Draco’s voice dropped lower. “Drove them into the ground.”

You were disgusted by how soft your voice came out, answering the blonde boy. “Shame I couldn’t see it.”

Before the two of you could continue whatever you were doing, Rose cleared her throat. “Y/N,” she spoke, her voice hard. “We need to go. How are we leaving?”

You turned to Rose, simultaneously grateful and angry with her for ending the gentle exchange you and Draco had been sharing. “I don't know. What did Madam Pomfrey say?”

Rose squabble with the answer, biting the inside of her cheek. She seemed to realize that there was no workaround for the situation- she couldn’t lift you, and the last time she’d done a levitation spell a pillow had exploded mid-air in your shared room. 

“Draco, can you lift her?”

Balls. 

[carewyncromwell]

Hey guys! Normally I just jump right into my gameplay posts and then put in additional notes at the end, but for this particular set of gameplay posts I plan to do, I think I’ll need to do the notes first.

This upcoming series will be based on the Quidditch sidequest “Quest for the Quidditch Cup.” (And will be tagged thusly!) Normally the game HPHM sets this in our first year playing Quidditch, circa year 2...but not only am I well past year 2, but I’ve written some lore about Carewyn and her relationship with the Slytherin Quidditch team that goes against this particular side quest’s plot line. Here are bullet points!

Carewyn was introduced to Quidditch Friendlies in third year through Penny, and also received training from Skye. She even played as a substitute Chaser in Slytherin’s match against Hufflepuff in her third year.

After Skye made up rumors about Erika Rath, however, Carewyn and Skye had a pretty substantive falling-out, given Carewyn’s over-sensitivity to bullying. Not wanting to cause further drama for Orion’s team but not wanting to stand by Skye’s behavior, Carewyn quietly withdrew from the Slytherin Quidditch team, allowing the original Chaser to take back their spot for the last two matches of the season.

Carewyn has continued to play in Quidditch friendlies as a Chaser (often against or alongside Ravenclaw Keeper Andre and Gryffindor Seeker Charlie), but has not tried to take back a spot on the Slytherin Quidditch team again.

Orion -- who Carewyn is incredibly fond of, partially because of how much he reminds her of her brother Jacob -- has every-so-often tried to bring Carewyn back into the fold, but Carewyn has been reluctant to commit, partly because of her hyper-focus on the Vaults and partly because of her strained relationship with Skye.

Age-wise, I have written Murphy, Skye, and Orion as all being a year older than Carewyn (hence why we don’t see them in any of her classes). These gameplays will take place toward the end of year 6 well after that certain Redacted event, even though I haven’t reached that point in the game yet, because Carewyn is currently in year 6, but the last game of the Quidditch season would have to take place in the spring. This is also why Orion isn’t two years ahead of Carewyn -- if he were, he’d be graduated already! I do see him being born toward the end of the year, though, so he would still be the eldest of the three Quidditch characters. XD; Because of the timing, Carewyn will have just completed her character arc where she’s learned to open up a bit more to her friends at this point too and is no longer shutting her friends out of what’s going on with R or the Cursed Vaults. I also fortunately don’t have much interest in writing any further Quidditch plotlines with Carewyn, so I won’t have to worry about writing any contradictory season 2 gameplays. (If nothing else, Carewyn would be a GOD-AWFUL Beater.)

With all this out of the way...let the games begin!

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[Carewyn had had to deal with a lot of unexpected things that year, but one thing she certainly had not been expecting was receiving an owl from Orion Amari. The Slytherin Quidditch Captain would reach out to her sometimes when she was playing in Quidditch friendlies or otherwise visiting the Quidditch Pitch, but they almost never collided in the hallways of Hogwarts themselves, partly because Orion was a year older than her, but also because Orion just seemed to operate on his own schedule. Carewyn sometimes wondered if he Broom-Surfed through life, rather than walking like ordinary people did.

Regardless, when Carewyn arrived in the Great Hall to meet Orion, she found him already there, sitting at the end of the Slytherin table with Quidditch commentator Murphy McNully.]

Murphy: “Been a long time! I haven’t seen you since the final Quidditch friendly last year -- reckon your team would’ve had only a 0.5% chance of victory, if you hadn’t been able to hit the Quaffle past the Keeper with your broom just before the opposing Seeker caught the Snitch...1% at the most...”

��(politely) It’s good to see you too, McNully.”

[Carewyn turned to Orion, looking a bit more serious.]

“I heard about Skye’s injury. What happened? I heard some people say Rath hit Skye with a Bludger...but I just can’t see Rath doing something like that on purpose: she could get banned from Quidditch for actively trying to target an opposing team’s player like that.”

[Orion nodded solemnly, his gaze very pensive.]

Orion: “Your thought process has some merit, Carewyn...but I’m afraid we really can’t know for sure. We have only two witnesses to the event -- Rath and Skye -- with two versions of the truth. One says it was an accident, the other purposeful.”

“(frowns) But those two things contradict each other. They can’t both be the truth.”

Orion: “They are both their truths. In any case, the result is the same, and our Chaser was injured.”

[Carewyn couldn’t entirely agree with this -- she would feel a lot better knowing it was an accident rather than Rath getting away scot-free with hurting one of Slytherin’s players...but really, such a sentiment was pretty typical for Orion, and there was a lot more to discuss.

Her gaze drifted down to the table in front of her absently as she leaned her arms against the wood.]

“...Is Skye all right?”

Orion: “Physically, yes -- Madame Pomfrey says she’ll make a full recovery. Emotionally, however, I would not say so, given that Madame Pomfrey also has said she will not be well enough to play in the match.”

[Carewyn’s heart clenched.]

“So she’ll miss the Quidditch final. Your last Quidditch final, ever.”

Murphy: “(grimly) The math would seem to suggest it. At present I’d say there’s only a 23% chance Skye would be able to play, and about 19.9% of that factors in Skye actively ignoring Madame Pomfey’s instructions. And if she did that, I’d say Slytherin would only have a 3% chance of victory.”

[Carewyn felt a wave of empathy wash over her. She may have had her differences with Skye, and she didn’t regret distancing herself from her...but at the same time, she knew how much Quidditch and especially the Quidditch Cup meant to her. Slytherin had been knocked out of the running for the Quidditch Final several times the last few years, largely by Gryffindor, since their team had Quidditch prodigy Charlie as their Seeker. But this year, Charlie had not had his head in the game (for rather obvious reasons), and so Slytherin had finally gotten the opening they needed. But facing Ravenclaw in the Quidditch Final would be no easy task...and, Carewyn thought, Skye had to be absolutely miserable, being stuck on the sidelines at the exact moment when Slytherin finally had a chance to earn the Cup they’d fought so hard for.

Murphy glanced at Orion out the side of his eye critically.]

[Orion gave a single, slow nod.]

[He turned to Carewyn with a wry smile.]

Orion: “...And she is sitting with us at this moment.”

[Carewyn blinked in surprise. Murphy brightened up instantly, looking at Carewyn with a large smile.]

Murphy: “Yes! That’d be brilliant! With your high record of goal scoring and your overall speed, Carewyn, you’d easily improve Slytherin’s odds by a good 31.6%!”

[Despite Murphy’s enthusiasm, Carewyn couldn’t make herself smile back.]

“I don’t know...”

Orion: “(seriously) Carewyn...you have dismissed me several times in the past, but I urge you to hear me out fully before you make your decision. You first left our team because of a personal dispute with Skye, and although I lament it, I also respect that you wanted our team to succeed, and you thought that withdrawing with grace would be the best way to do that. Now, however, we are in dire straits. We need someone who can fill Skye’s role on our team. You trained with Skye. You have consistently played well in every Quidditch friendly you have participated in. And you also more than embody the integrity needed both to lead and to follow -- to place the good of your team over glory for yourself. It’s the reason I asked you to choose our strategy in the match against Hufflepuff three years ago...and it’s the reason both Skye and I believe you should be our third Chaser, in this match against Ravenclaw.”

[This took Carewyn completely aback.]

“Skye said I should?”

[Orion smiled, his dark eyes twinkling with an oddly soft glint.]

Orion: “She urged me to try to convince you. Believe it or not...Skye has lamented the loss of you on our team even more than I have.”

[Carewyn’s narrowed blue eyes drifted off vaguely in the direction of the far wall as she took this in.]

If she felt that way, she should’ve made things right with Rath, then.

[Despite the stubborn irritation lashing at her insides, though, she couldn’t help but feel slightly touched, all the same. To think that Skye would’ve insisted Carewyn fill her spot -- Carewyn knew full well how much Quidditch meant to Skye...so her trusting Carewyn with her spot on the team, right before such an important match...]

I know how hard it is to trust others. It hasn’t been easy for me...even now...it’s not easy, for me. If Skye trusts me that much...if Orion and McNully trust me that much...

[Meeting the Circle of Khanna in the Three Broomsticks and feeling their expectant eyes all on her rippled over Carewyn’s mind. It brought the feeling of responsibility back down onto her shoulders -- that heavy weight that nonetheless made her want to stand even taller, so as to meet that burden.]

I can’t turn my back on them, when they need me.

[There was a new strength in her posture and shoulders as her gaze rose to meet Orion’s.]

“...All right. I’m in.”

[Orion’s dark eyes lit up like stars. His face broke into a large, bright smile and he reached across the table to take hold of Carewyn’s arm, squeezing it affectionately.]

Orion: “It will be a privilege to fly alongside you in my final match at Hogwarts, Carewyn.”

[Carewyn smiled in return, her blue eyes softening visibly. Murphy looked delighted as well.]

Murphy: “Not to mention how exciting it’ll be for my final match as a commentator! Carewyn Cromwell, swooping in just in time to nab Slytherin the Quidditch Cup for the first time in ten years!”

[His expression then turned a lot more business-like.]

Murphy: “We won’t get that great story, though, unless Slytherin wins.”

[Carewyn frowned deeply and nodded. She was well aware -- Gryffindor had opposed Ravenclaw in the Quidditch Cup Final just about every year she was at Hogwarts, and it was largely thanks to Rath smacking Bludgers at Charlie so hard that he was sent to the Hospital Wing that Ravenclaw had won.]

“Rath is not someone to be underestimated. But we have two days before the match -- I’m sure we can come up with a plan by then. In the meantime, I’ll set aside some extra time to practice with the rest of the team.”

[She glanced at Orion for approval. The Slytherin Quidditch Captain inclined his head in a single nod.]

Orion: “This is a time for celebration and hard work. Let us concentrate on coming together as a team and on supporting Skye.”

[Carewyn’s eyes drifted off, landing on the doorway out of the entrance hall.]

“...Maybe I should go see Skye, then...just for a talk.”

Ha! That’s a loaded question...

[She frankly didn’t want to even think about how uncomfortable the reunion between her and Skye would be like, given how they’d ended things and how little they’d subsequently spoken over the years...

Despite those feelings, Carewyn -- true to form -- put on her prettiest, most confident smile.]