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Chapter Five
Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys
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Warnings: Swearing
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Twila couldnโt stop herself from smiling all weekend, the girls beginning to get annoyed while Twila goes on and on about her plans as the new Prefect. She could hardly wait to show off her new badge in class on Monday.
โOh, dear. A little frizzy this morning, are we?โ
She holds a small, but beautifully detailed and enchanted mirror in her hand, a gift from Jewelโs father; the two of them receiving matching ones before the start of the school year. She grumbles as the mirror picks her appearance apart. โOh! You missed a fly away- oh- there you go!โ Twila shakes her head at the object and places it back down on her desk so she can throw her new uniform on. It looks very similar to her old one, however, this one is trimmed with gold.
Voices fill the air as she gets closer to the Great Hall. โSettle down everyone. Settle down.โ Ms. McGonagall speaks over the students. โBefore we dig into our breakfast, I have a few announcements. Firstly, I would like to present our new Prefects for this year. Please, stand.โ She raises her hands in the air before her, gesturing an up motion as she looks into the sea of colorful students.
Twilaโs nerves fry as her shaky legs bring her to a stand. However, she doesnโt stand alone. Much to her surprise, Draco also stands, amongst a few others she doesnโt recognize yet. The entire room has their eyes up, switching between her and the other handful of students. Just then, her eyes meet Dracoโs from across the room. A small smirk threatens to pull at her lips when she sees his confused and nearly offended face when he sees her stand with him.
โShould you find yourself needing guidance this year, please remember these faces. And prefects, remember our weekly meetings are every Tuesday night after dinner. Have a seat, thank you.โ
Twila carries on with her classes, but this time, she enters each with a shiny new badge adorned to her uniform. Ominis is first to congratulate her, of course. Draco, not so much.
He couldnโt understand. Why had she been handed everything since the moment she got here? What makes her so special? Is she from some kind of influential American family or something?
โSo, youโre prefect?โ She smirks, sitting down in her seat.
โYeah,โ He chuckles out sarcastically. โAnd what did you have to do to get it as well, I wonder?โ
โItโs not my first time being a prefect.โ She smirks.
He raises a brow at this, feigning his interest. โOh? I take it being a prefect at a lesser school really prepared you for this role then?โ
She rolls her eyes, but much to Dracoโs irritation, her smirk never leaves. โAnd your years of experience have prepared you well, I assume?โ
His eyes narrow as he turns to look at her. โPlease, Iโm a Slytherin Prefect. Everyone knows weโre chosen on skill and perfection unlike the rest of you.โ The conversation between the two of them quickly grows competitive and Draco almost finds himself enjoying the back and forth taunting.ย
She scoffs. โYouโre right, how could I ever compare to your royal highness?โ
He leans in closer. โDo you really think you can keep insulting me all year and get away with it?โ
She simply smiles and goes back to her work, before the professor notices them.
The two of them sit through another lesson from Snape, however the other students were itching to start using their magic, a whole week at Hogwarts and they had yet to do anything but open their textbooks. Just after, Twila gets up to make her way to potions, not bothering to wait for Draco this time, though he quickly catches up.
โHey, whatโs the rush? You afraid of me?โ
She wants to smile, seeing how he always ditches his โrealโ friends just to talk to her, whether it just be banter or otherwise. โIโm afraid you canโt keep up with me.โ
He lets out one loud laugh. โPlease, I could fly circles around you.โ
โOh, Iโd love to see that,โ she challenges.
โAnd Iโd love to prove you wrong.โ He smirks, walking past her and into their next class.
On normal occasions, Twila and Draco would either work alone or somehow end up as lab partners, however, this time a different boy approaches her and asks to work with her to make the Alihotsy Draught.
โBe sure to keep the lids on your cauldronโs when not adding ingredients, otherwise a long and humorous trip up to Madam Pomfrey will be in your near future.โ Professor Slughorn chuckles out.
Her and her partner begin work on the potion, but not before she takes a glance over her shoulder, where her eyes lay upon a very annoyed blond. He rolls his eyes when he catches her looking, but she only smirks and turns back to her cauldron. However, soon after, Ansel, her partner, gets a little too close to the fumes and bursts into a hysterical laughter. The entire class turns to watch the commotion as the young boy hunches over with loud cackling. Professor Slughorn is quick yet calm to escort him out the door and in the direction of the hospital wing, before turning to the rest of the class with a hesitant but encouraging smile. However, he watches as one by one his students become conquered by the potion.
Twila quickly covers her cauldron, nervously watching her classmates run out the room, leaving only a handful of them left, Draco being one of them.
โHappy to see some of you managed to escape this period unharmed. Well done.โ Slughorn addresses the remnants of his class with a nervous smile, dismissing them to their next period.
Draco, of course, comes sauntering over. โSo, your partner was the first one out, huh? Some partner he was.โ He scoffs out.
Twila is, once again, extremely amused by his behavior towards her, wondering why he cares about her and her education so deeply. โIf I didnโt know you better, Iโd think you were jealous I didnโt choose to work with you.โ
He lets out a sarcastic kind of laugh. โLook, I admit, youโre not all that bad, give or take the attitude issues, the scraggly hair, bad breath-โ
โDraco-โ
โ-But, me? Jealous of a Ravenclaw? As if, Twila.โย
She lets out a tired groan, but feels more than used to this behavior just from spending time with him these past few days. Though, she tried to warn herself that continuation of this casual behavior could lead to issues in the long run. Someone like Draco Malfoy is a person someone like her should not become friendly with. But she didnโt see a problem with enjoying the sweet before the sour came. For now anyways.
"Goodbye. Draco.โ She twiddles her fingers over her shoulder in a wave as she walks away with a smile, leaving him to his confused thoughts.
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โQuidditch practice tonight. You coming?โ Jewelโs face obstructs Twilaโs view of Mattheo from the other side of the dinner table.
โOf course. Wouldn't miss it for the world.โ She says playfully, but deep down, she really wouldnโt if it meant another opportunity to stare at a certain curly headed boy for an hour straight.
โGood.โ Jewel smiles. โWe should slip away now while the professors are all talking still.โ She loudly whispers, pushing aside her plate to stand from her spot.
Twila stands, following her out into the halls, but just then a brown dotted owl swoops down from the high ceilings, dropping a letter that slides perfectly into Jewelโs hand. The Slytherin watches the bird leave with a startled look before turning her attention down to the paper in her hand. She opens it, taking a moment to read it while Twila wonders what its contents hold. Jewel folds the paper back up and looks into the distance with a thought before speaking again. โI have to get back to my dorm, but-โ She slings her bag off her shoulder, dropping it to the ground where she then pulls out a pen and piece of parchment. She scribbles on the paper. โGo watch the game, make sure the boys behave, and give this to Draco.โ She hands Twila the note. โIโll see you tomorrow, Twila.โ With a somewhat forced smile, she races past her friend and towards the dungeons.
Twila stands, watching her as she disappears before slowly walking towards the exit. She wonders what she wrote down, but would it be rude to intrude on a private letter? Jewel did trust her with the note after all, so how bad would it be if she took a small peek?
She walks through the long field and gently unfolds the letter.
'He moves at twelve. Itโs under my potions book.
And keep practicing your dives'
She squints down at the writing. โHe moves at twelve?โ
Twila crimps the letter back to its original state, passing the changing rooms and moving into the pitch where she hears a noise from above her and is greeted with the boy in question overhead. Once he has her attention, Draco begins to, quite literally, fly circles around her.
โJust as promised. Very funny, Malfoy.โ She smiles.
โDo I know you?โ He asks with the purpose of annoying her, stopping a few feet in front of her. But she only rolls her eyes. He comes back down to the earth, grabbing his broom in hand. โWhy donโt you just admit that Iโm right. Youโve been a little too smug since you got to Hogwarts. At least Iโm not trying to hide who I really am. Your shy little Ravenclaw act will never fool me.โ He scoffs.
Her grin grows. She begins to lazily walk forward, in no particular direction while she speaks to him. โAnd I suppose you think youโre better than me for that? Donโt you ever think itโs hard to get along with someone who thinks so highly of themselves?โ
He laughs dryly, following after her. โPlease, Iโm not even attempting to get along with you. My superiority is far beyond your little Ravenclaw comprehension. Youโd understand if you were Slytherin.โ
Twila only hums at the last part, smirking in a way that gives off the impression that sheโs hiding something.
โWhat?โ He asks sternly, quickly becoming irritated by how much she smiles when he talks to her, not the usual reaction he receives or hopes for when trying to intimidate others.
โNothing.โ And she only smiles harder.
He rolls his eyes. "Where's your leader, huh? Too important to come to her own practice session?" He spits out. She simply hands the letter over to him as an answer. He raises a confused brow before peering down to read it. As his eyes glance over its words, his face begins to drop, forming into a hard glare. "Why do you have this?" He looks up with a sneer, his voice dangerously low and serious as he seems to glare into her.
Twila's head cranks back in surprise at his reaction. "Jewel told me to give it to you."
He scoffs. "Just like Jewel to be this irresponsible. Why did she give it to you?" His voice demands an answer.
She shrugs, crossing her arms in defense from his tone. Clearly Jewel had shoved her into a room that she wasn't welcomed in. "I don't know. She just did. Told me to give it to you."
Draco seems dubious for a moment, but takes her seemingly genuine cluelessness as satisfactory enough to drop the sharpness in his glare. Still, he is hesitant. "Just forget all about this, alright, Ravenclaw. Donโt burst your precious little brain trying to pick this apart." He mocks.
Twila squints her eyes, the word 'Ravenclaw' coming out of his mouth in a more bitter way than usual. She watches him take his wand, mumbling out a spell that causes the letter to burn into ash, before walking away and taking his broom to fly off without giving her so much as another glance.
Sheโs taken aback by his actions, still not understanding the full importance of the note just yet. She awkwardly and slowly makes her way up to the stands, sitting on one of the benches in silence as the boys begin to chase the objects around. She originally had plans to simply watch Mattheo the whole game, but something about Dracoโs weary face made her keep his eyes on him. He seemsโฆ grimโฆ nervous almost. And over a small note? There was obviously something unsettling about the entire situation. What are Jewel and him up to? Where had she gone off? Whatโs so important about her potions book? And who are they writing about?
It doesnโt take long for Draco to stop playing all together, coming down the hang up his broom, much to the others dismay. โI have to take care of something. Iโll see you all tomorrow in class.โ He tells them, waving them off with a straight face. As he moves towards the exit, he looks at Twila in the corner of his eye for a quick moment before heโs gone. Her eyes stay unfocused in the direction she had last seen him, still pondering those questions in her head and for longer than she realizes for the other boys are now done playing as well. She clears her throat, shaking the thoughts from her head as she carefully walks towards the changing rooms, making sure no equipment is still loose in the air. The last thing she needs is a quaffle plunging towards her head right now.
โHey, Twila. Everything alright?โ Mattheo suddenly speaks up, quietly as the other team members begin to leave.
Her face perks up at the sound of his voice. โUm, yeah. Iโm fine.โ
He raises a brow, looking into her eyes carefully. โAre you sure? You look like somethingโs bothering you. Itโs not Jewel is it? I can tell when somethingโs up with you two.โ
"Yeah?" She chuckles lightly. "You were good out there, you know. Flying." She points a finger to the sky, swirling it in the air to mock a broom.
He notes the change in subject but plays into it for now, assuming that it means heโs right on the money. โWatching me out there, were you?โ
"Maybe just a little." She smiles, looking between him and his broom, curious about the object.
He follows her eyes with a chuckle. โWell are you gonna hop on or just keep staring? I mean- It is an impressive broom, I know; clean, bigger than average, smooth riding. But itโs not just for looks.โ A large lopsided grin is given to her alongside his offering.
She rolls her eyes at him, however a smile grows on her lips. โI donโt fly.โ
He lets out an exaggerated gasp. โWhat? Youโve never flown?โ He reaches back for his broom, holding it out for her. She looks between him and the broom as if heโs completely insane.ย โGo on.โ He offers once again.
She lets out a dry laugh. โAbsolutely not.โ
He tilts his head to the side. โOh, come on. What is it, the height or that you think youโll fall?โ
โEverything.โ She states dramatically, thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong.ย
โFine, weโll go together then.โ He throws his leg over the broom, making it bounce in the air from his weight. โThat way youโll see that thereโs nothing to be afraid of. Come, Iโll teach you.โ Then, he extends his arm out to her. She wavers for a moment, arms crossed while she eyes the object, untrusting but considering. โI wonโt let you fall, I promise.โ His pleading smile is just enough to barely convince her, and with a deep breath in, she steps forward. His smile widens as he watches her get on in front of him, the adrenaline builds in him already as he prepares to soar through the sky with her. โSee, youโre fine. Weโll take it slow at first.โ
โAt first?โ But before she can say anything further, she feels her feet lift off the ground. Immediately she launches forward, hugging the broomstick beneath her, which only causes the object to jump with her.
โOkay, easy now.โ He laughs, finding her terrified action actually kind of adorable. He eases her back into a straight, more comfortable position, trying his best not to focus on their bodies being pressed together as he steadies her by holding her by the waist. โItโs gonna be fine. Donโt grip the broom so tightly.โ He chuckles out. As they ascend, his hands lower to the divot where her leg meets her pelvis, his thumbs easing circles into the cloth of her pants to keep her relaxed and balanced.ย
She nervously grips the broom, she tries to focus on slowly making the broom float upward, but she seems distracted by his hand placement. She looks into his eyes for a moment, before back down at the ground, taking a deep breath while she tries to calm her shaking and sweaty hands.
Mattheo leans forward. He looks down at the ground from over her shoulder, before whispering to her, โSee, everythingโs working fine.โ
She canโt help but smile at the feeling of him being so close, the warmth of him on her back. It does in fact help her ease her nerves a bit, but she canโt ignore that theyโre hovering in the sky on a tree branch right now.
She lets the two of them float about 10 feet in the air before gently letting the broom fall back down to the ground. "Alright, that's enough for me."
Mattheo bows his head down in a laugh before looking up at her in an adoring way. โAlright, you did good for your first time. Youโre a natural.โ
โIโm never doing that again.โ
He laughs once more. โOh, come on. Donโt tell me you didnโt enjoy that a little.โ She quickly jumps off the broom, shaking her head, but he sees the small smile pull at her lips. โWell, youโre always welcome to fly with me another time if you change your mind.โ With a smile of his own, he takes the broom and hangs it back up on the wall with the others before they both exit the pitch, walking through the dark field alone together.
As they walk side by side, Twila looks up at the night sky, noticing the stars are oddly dim tonight.
โYou look cute on a broom, you know.โ Her head snaps back down, eyes wide at the statement before she relaxes into a grateful smile. โI-I could walk you back to your common room, if you want.โ He says, hoping she doesnโt notice how nervous he is.
To his luck, she smiles even wider. โSure, thank you.โ
They continue walking, however something still doesnโt sit right with Mattheo as he thinks back to how she was looking earlier. โSoโฆ are you friends with Jewel?โ He cringes at his very obvious question, knowing that further examination would go into his words.
Twila raises a brow. โWhy do you say it like that?โ She tries not to feel defensive of her friend, already knowing the two of them donโt get along for some reason.
He sighs deeply, looking away with a flat expression into the darkness of the trees nearby. โWe used to date, or whatever.โ He states dryly. Twila feels her heart stop as she tries to search his empty face for an explanation. โIt was nothing serious though, I promise. But, we donโt exactly see eye to eye anymore, if you couldnโt tell. Iโm glad to be out of that, not to talk shit about your friend, but it wasnโt for me, you know.โ
โYeahโฆโ Her face is next to go blank. She doesnโt know what to make of this new information. It certainly explains a lot. Perhaps thatโs why Jewel keeps telling her to back away. Could she still like him? Is she too jealous to watch him move on and resorts to calling him a player? Or maybe thereโs something heโs not sayingโฆ
Mattheo immediately notices her reaction, hating that he suddenly feels awkward around her for the first time since theyโve met. He stops the two of them in their tracks, needing to clear the air. โListen, Twila, I really like you and I donโt want something stupid like this to affect anything between us.โ
She stays quiet, the only noise coming from her being a deep inhale as they stand in the grass. She knows deep down that their past shouldnโt mean anything to her, but she canโt help but feel curious. She is a Ravenclaw after all; searching for truth and explanation is what sheโs best at, encouraged to do even. He seems genuine enough, though she supposes there is only one way to find out the truth and that will be through experience. For now, โI trust you.โ
โReally?โ He sounds surprised himself.
Naturally, her egoโs first instinct kicks in from the revelation, itโs not exactly something she was hoping to hear, but before she has time to think about it any further, she provides a distraction for the two of them. โSit with me.โ She suggests gently to him as she drops herself down into the grass, stretching her legs out in front of her on top of the dewy blades.
With his face still in shock, he quickly joins her, still afraid he might have spoken about something he shouldnโt have despite her words. Once on the ground, he slowly and awkwardly mimics her pose, making sure to peek at her face often to read her, however, Twila simply admires the stars, the small sliver of moon reflecting in her dark pupils.
The air is still and crisp, a slight cold undertone as if to hint that autumn is soon on its way to Hogwarts. The turrets and towers of the castle lay high in the night sky, as lights slowly begin to turn off in each of the windows.
Twila takes a deep breath in, holding it in her lungs before letting it go with a slow exhale. โI havenโt liked someone in a long time.โ She suddenly says.
Mattheo feels his heart skip a beat. โMe too.โ He whispers into the night.
With a soft chuckle, one his ears just barely pick up on, she turns to face him, preparing a brave face. โI like you, Mattheo.โ
He lets out a chuckle at her obvious statement, leaning in towards her. โYou know you can just call me โMattโ.โ He offers with a smile.
She continues to lock eyes with him. A soft feeling grows between the two of them. โYeahโฆ but I like Mattheo.โ She whispers.
โYou can call me Mattheo.โ He responds quietly, a soft rasp and almost sleepy sound to his voice.ย A small, calm smile grows on his face as he takes the chance to lean in just a little closer. โYou know, I thought Ravenclawโs were supposed to be smart.โ
She furrows her brows at this, but doesnโt pull away from his approaching body. โWhat do you mean?โ
His eyes overtone with a distant look. โHow many times have you been warned not to be alone with me?โ
His words could nearly be taken as a threat, but Twila sees insecurity in his eyes; a young man an entire community has been taught to fear, to disown. Heโs all alone. โMaybe I donโt always wanna be the smart one.โ Her words glide over his lips as she takes the next step, pressing their foreheads against each other.
He takes a moment to look into her dark eyes, glancing back and forth between them with a new sense of judgment about her. โCan I?โ He asks.
โWhat?โ
โKiss you?โ
She bites back a smile. โDo you want to?โ She whispers.
โYes.โ He whispers back.
โDo you really want to?โ
He chuckles against her skin. โYes, I really want to.โ
โThen do it.โ She hardly needs to say the words, her eyes telling more than her lips ever could. They each lean in, both chuckling into the kiss as their lips finally come together for the first time.
She feels electricity shoot through her face as they meet, making her reach out to cling onto him so she doesnโt lose stability. His lips are surprisingly soft and they make her feel warm and fuzzy inside as they gently and just barely move against her own. She wants to stay in this moment as long as possible, even if her body is tense and her stomach is doing flips. She sinks into his touch as they both melt into their own world, not one thing mattering around them.
She is reluctant to pull away, but the growing burn in her lungs is hard to ignore. She parts with a soft gasp and a tingle on her mouth. They stare into each other's eyes, each adorning an exhilarated smile on their faces. However, in the corner of her eye, Twila can see each of the windows in Hogwarts castle become dark until only a handful are still left, professors no doubt. Theyโll need to hurry back if they both donโt want to spend all week in detention. โWe should get back.โ She whispers with a prang of guilt and longing in her belly.
He turns around to check the castle as well, before returning with a sigh. โYeahโฆ probably almost midnight by the looks of it.โ He responds, but the thrill in his eyes never leaves. He rises to a stand, offering his hand out to her, which she accepts and follows him to walk the remainder of the field in a shy silence, that is until they reach the doors.
Mattheo quietly pushes open a side door, looking left and right before holding a space open for Twila to sneak through. He seems quite experienced in adventures like this, knowing his way around the castleโs secret areas very well, something she assumes is a Slytherinโs second nature. She keeps her steps quiet from behind him and he does his best to keep watch, but his stomach drops when he hears footsteps that he knows he wonโt be able to avoid. He quickly turns to Twila, guiding her to a small divot in the walls, one just large enough for her alone to hide behind, then throws himself as bait to the awaiting professor.
McGonagall shuffles around the corner, reading a paper in hand, though her eyes quickly avert upward towards the shadow in front of her. She jolts up, placing a hand over her heart as sheโs startled by the unexpected student standing before her after curfew. โMr. Riddle!โ She exclaims. Twila can only hear the scene playing out beside her, not taking her chances to peek around the corner and risk her Prefect position she had only just got. โMay I ask where you have been?โ She rests her hand on her hip, waiting with her lips pursed for every unsatisfactory answer he can give her.
โYes, you may.โ Mattheo answers with a complacent smirk.
However, Ms. McGonagall is in no mood for this. โDetention tomorrow, as usual. You know, Mr. Riddle, I had really hoped this year would be different for you.โย
Just what had Mattheo gotten into during his previous years to make McGonagall have such a discouraged attitude towards him and his future, Twila thinks to herself. โYeah, well, sorry to disappoint.โ Mattheoโs tone is sarcastic, but shielding nonetheless.
McGonagall returns a sigh, glancing between him and the halls with tired eyes. โPlease, just return to your common room at once. We'll speak on this tomorrow.โ
Mattheo only walks past the professor and straight to the dungeons. McGonagall takes a moment to stand in the hall, Twila hearing her papers shuffle, before her footsteps continue. Just as Twila is about to peek around the corner, the professor walks right in front of her. Twila holds her breath, as if it would save her from getting caught and, luckily, it does, McGonagall continuing down the hall, completely oblivious to Twilaโs presence. Once she is certain she is now alone, only then does Twila step out from her hiding spot.
She makes quick work to find her way to the Central Hall, so she can return to Ravenclaw Tower as soon as possible, but she suddenly notices something odd, a misplaced echo against the cobbled walls. As much as she tells herself not to, she stops moving, standing still and alone in the dark area so she can listen closely, only to find that she is in fact not alone, a second set of footsteps nearby. However, instead of hiding, she feels the urge to stay put which only results in her being completely exposed to the shadow on the other side of the room.ย
The shadow reveals a boy, much taller than her, older looking too, which she finds odd considering sheโs already a 7th year and therefore the oldest in the school. He has dark brown, wavy hair and unsettling eyes, ones that dare her to move under their gaze. Even though relieved to not see a professor instead, Twila feels absolutely paralyzed as the boy makes eye contact with her. He does nothing, he says nothing, only looks her up and down before continuing onward.
Twila doesnโt know how long she stands there, but she assumes longer than she should have. Who was that? What is he doing? And why does he seem so familiar?
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Rise of the Titans
Chapter One
Goddess!OC x Loki
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Warnings: None
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Arali jumps out of bed, eager to start the day, not that she had been able to sleep anyways. You see, every few years the Asgardian Royal Family would come to Olympus to visit and today happened to be one of those times. Honestly, she had grown a bit tired of her older brothers and sisters, seeing as she was the youngest by a few thousand years, so she was excited to play with someone her own age once more.
She dresses in her finest white chiton with a blush colored cloth pinned above her right shoulder and draped over her body. She twirls in the mirror, then zips out of her room, speeding down the hallways of the large castle to find her mother. Turns out, the Asgardians had arrived early, as they were already standing in the throne room. They were being greeted by her mother and big brother, Cronus, both in front of the throne with a smile.
Her mother was always very welcoming, treating everyone she met with kindness as if they were her own. Cronus however, letโs just say Arali tried to avoid him at all costs, much like the rest of the kingdom. She loved her brother, but felt there was something off about him. Something she couldnโt quite put her finger on.ย
She sneaks in unnoticed and hides herself behind one of the giant, white columns in the room. She peeks out to look at the two young children standing beside the guests, both seeming to grow impatient as their parents converse politics and such.
The Asgardian monarch, Queen Frigga, glances towards Arali. She smiles warmly, and raises her hand to wave at the child. Her presence was always so dear to Arali, seeing her almost as a second mother. She waves back, shy that she had been seen. Friggaโs movement is noticed by Gaia. The two of them share a glance, before Frigga excuses her two boys, whispering something to them. They look around confused before making eye contact with the young goddess behind the pillar. Their eyes light up, and the three run enthusiastically towards the exit of the throne room together.
It wasnโt long before the news of the Asgardiansโ arrival traveled throughout the kingdom, which in turn, brought a handful of the other children among the royal court to the halls in search of the new princes. The three of them were found quickly, which Thor didnโt mind one bit, for he rather enjoyed the attention. Eventually, they all made their way outside to the gardens, hoping to play many rounds of games.
Thor began to show the group his strength and sporty tricks, all of which seemed to gawk at the boyโs power and charisma. Arali watches Loki roll his eyes and sit on a nearby tree stump. She looks back at Thor, before deciding she would rather join his younger brother. She may have been of a higher status than the other kids, but she was still the youngest, and therefore, always left out, just as Loki was. She sits next to him on the stump, swinging her legs in excitement. Hoping that he would start the conversation for her, she turns to face him with a smile, staring at him until he gets the idea.
Surrendering to her attention, he greets her timidly with a sigh in his voice, โHello, Arali.โ His eyes filled deep with boredom.
She waves at him with great keenness.
โHow about a game of Kubb?โ The blond Asgardian boy suggests loudly to everyone.
Arali leans over to Loki, โI prefer beating you at Ephedrismos.โ
He rolls his eyes at her comment. โThat is a game for girls. I am not playing that.โย
She shrugs her shoulders with a short laugh. โNo wonder you can never win.โ They stick out their tongue to one another, teasingly, as she pokes fun at the young prince.
โKubb it is! The tallest team gets to go first!โ Thor yells running to take his place with great pride, knowing very well that he is the tallest.
Arali raises her hand up to her head, measuring her height, then puts it above Lokiโs. โIโm taller than you~โ she says with a snicker. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms with a huff.
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โMama, I want powers too! Iโm just as strong as Loki and Thor, but they donโt believe me!โ
The goddess mother kneels to take her daughter's tiny hand within her own. โCalm, little princess. All my powers will one day be passed down to you. You will get your powers when you are ready.โ
โBut I want them now!โ
Another voice chimes in, โPerhaps with patience, they will come to you naturally.โ Frigga walks into the room, causing the childโs face to brighten with excitement.
Arali wiggles her toes impatiently, โI cannot wait to get my powers! I donโt want to be like the mortals anymore.โ She grimaces.
The goddess mother scoops up her child, placing her in her lap on the bed. โYou see Arali, over 10,000 years ago, I was born on a planet called Gaia. That is where I got my name. The people there did not like me very much. They thought I wasโฆ odd for being born with powers, but eventually I came to make friends. Every 5,000 years the planets align with one another, creating portals between the worlds. This is called the Convergence. My husband, Ouranos, and I, and a number of our friends, accidentally stepped through one of these portals, getting lost on this planet. As we settled on Olympia, we began changing. We discovered a fruit; whose juices slowed our aging, until one day we ceased to age at all. You may be a goddess and a Titan, little one, but never forget deep down you are of Gaia. You may be powerful and strong, but you are as much a human as the mortals. Use your strength to protect them, but do not put yourself above them.โ
Arali lowers her head, ashamed she has upset her mother. Gaia tucks an orange strand of her childโs hair behind her ear. โIt is quite alright, Arali. Just remember to speak kindly of the mortals.โ
She nods, her smile returning to her face. โOkay. Can I go now?โ Gaia nods with a laugh, letting her jump off of her lap.
The child follows Frigga out into the courtyard where the other children play.
โMama tells me one day I am going to be Queen,โ Arali gloats to the older woman.
The Allmother laughs at her confidence. โThat is the day Loki will become King, as well.โ As if on cue, the boy slows his jog as he approaches his mother. Confused upon hearing his name, he intends to find out what the two are talking about.
โWhat do you mean?โ Arali questions.
Frigga bends down, extending her arms for the two children to come closer to her. โIt means the two of you are promised to each other.โ
Confused on how he got brought into the conversation, Loki asks, โWhat does that mean?โ
โOnce you have become adults, you will be married to each other, officially uniting your kingdoms.โ
The children look to each other in disgust โEw!โ They shout.
โI am not marrying her.โ โI am not marrying him either!โ The children dispute.
โYou will become king and queen if you do.โ The current Queen suggests to them.
Loki and Arali look at each other, then back at Frigga with smiles before he adds, โWell, maybe youโre not so bad.โ Aralia glares and crosses her arms at this.
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โCan you read to me, mama?โ Her mother nods, already knowing which book to bring with her to her daughterโs bed. She sits, allowing the ball of orange curls to snuggle into her abdomen. She opens the book to the marked page, but before she can open her mouth to read she is interrupted.
โWho is Aphrodite?โ Arali whispers from beneath her blankets.
Gaia sets the book down into her lap, keeping a thumb in between the pages as the cover closes on its own. โNow, where did you hear this name from?โ
Araliโs eyes quickly shift down to look at the quilt she was covered with. โI heard Hyperion talking about her with the othersโ
Her mother lets out a breath. โAphrodite is The Goddess of Love. She is the daughter of Ouranos.โ She explains.
โAre you her mom too?โ Arali looks up at her mother with her big round eyes.
Gaia shifts uncomfortably, wondering how to explain the situation, โNo, she is like you; She only has one parent, created through very powerful magic. But, you could see her as your sister in a way.โ Luckily, Arali does not ponder any further than that. Instead, she shrugs curling even further into her wool blankets. Gaia re-opens the book to read, just like she does every night.
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There were a few special occasions when Gaia would bring her daughter to visit the kingdom of Asgard. While she and Frigga discussed future plans, Arali would run off with her two princely friends.
Thor was ecstatic to introduce her to his friends back at home. Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun, were happy to meet her, but once introductions were through, she was stuck behind with Loki, as usual. Not that she minded.
โLetโs go on an adventure!โ Arali whispers to Loki.
As Loki slowly begins to accept her company, it becomes routine for the two to go adventuring while the rest of the children are busy with his older brother. They adored making quests for themselves and setting out to discover all that nature has to offer to them.
He smiles before taking her hand, dragging her behind him and away from the group. About a minute or two into walking, they come across a beautiful spring. Water cascades down the many large rocks that rise just below the surface of the forest, falling into the water below with a soft showering sound.
Arali stands in awe at the view in front of her, giggling as she continues to hold the boyโs hand. They freeze as they hear a noise in the near distance. They soon come to realize it is Frigga calling out for them. โRace you!โ Running back out the forest, they meet with the rest of the group.
โCould you tell us a story, mother?โ
โOh! Tell the one about the Dark Elves!โ
โOr the Frost Giants!โ
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Arali, Thor, Loki, and a handful of the children of the court are out exploring once more. Thor, the groupโs designated leader, decided it would be fun to explore one of the vast forests of Olympia. As they make their way through the many trees and grasses they come to a clearing. In the open area sits a collection of boulders, which the children rush to rest upon.
Arali, of course, with Loki. The two share a boulder, watching the others play. Giggles suddenlyย escape Lokiโs throat. Confused, Anesia turns to examine her friend, insisting to discover what was so funny.
Loki leans to whisper to her, โWatch this.โ
And with that, he had disappeared. She twists in her spot, looking for the boy, but he is nowhere to be found. That is, until she heard the others screaming. Quickly, she looks to find out the problem. The others are backing away from Thor in fear.
โNo need to be afraid, my friends. It is just a little snake. See? Arenโt they amazing?โ He crouches down, grabbing the snake, holding it out to admire it. One of the children steps closer, feeling more brave now that they see Thor playing with the thing unharmed. But, soon more screeches follow as a green shimmer of light wraps around the snake, and in the blink of an eye Loki stands in its place.
โHa! Itโs me!โ he yells, jabbing Thor with a twig.
Thor yelps falling to the ground. โLoki!โ
Loki laughs at his clever prank, but his smile grows even more seeing his red headed companion holding her sides with laughter.
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โYou like my brother? Haha! Loki! Come here! I have news!โ The blond jumps in excitement, waving his hands to catch his brotherโs attention.
Arali runs back over to Thor, jumping to catch his arms. โShut up, Thor!โ But it does her no good, the raven haired boy is already running over to examine the situation. She pushes him to the ground, raising a fist above his head. โYou promised you would not say anything!โ
Thor screams, raising his hands to shield himself, as the young girl attempts to shove his hands away.
Loki approaches the scene laughing with a wide smile on his face. โHit him again! Haha! โ
She spins to Loki, embarrassment still coursing through her.ย โAnd you are next!โ
The boy is caught off guard by her sudden hostility towards him, but that is soon replaced with smugness. โOh really? Then try and find me!โ And with that, the boy uses his magic to duplicate himself, surrounding the two that were still on the ground.
โBrother, not this again.โ Thor mumbles, as Arali climbs off of him,ย determined to see through Lokiโs illusions. She would finally prove that she was just as smart and powerful as the two of them. She looks around her, looking for any small glitch in his magic. Some illusions are transparent, others have delayed reactions. Then she finds the one. She runs to him, pretending to prepare an attack, which he responds to with wide eyes, dispelling the rest of the illusions quickly. As she approaches, she loses her footing, sending both of them crashing down onto the grass.ย
She giggles. โFound you.โ
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Shining My Love on You
Bob Marley/Kingsley Ben-adir One Shot
Bob Marley x Blk!Fem!Reader
Note: Girl, I did it. This is just a quick little idea I got from the song Sun is Shining by Bob Marley. I donโt know much about Jamaican culture so I hope nothing in here is disrespectful. Most things/dialogue comes directly from the movie just to make sure I'm getting things like the dialect correct. Also, like my Elvis content, this fanfic derives from the biopic and has little correlation to the actual musician nor the actual actor, but rather the character that both come together to create.
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Monday morning
The sun shines over the city of Kingston, giving each of its inhabitants a sweet sting upon their skin. The wind blows tenderly, cooling an otherwise hot day.ย
Bell bottoms cover the scraping of a young manโs shoes against the sand and rubble as he passes through town. The breeze catches beneath his unbuttoned jean jacket, causing it to flair gently behind him. As he walks, he catches glimpse of a rusted, teal pick up truck parked outside one of the shops, bags of green, yellow, and red mangoes piling out of the back. A woman takes four bags into her hands, lifting them from the truck with a bit of a struggle.
With a smile, he jogs over. As he approaches, his ears pick up on the faint static of a radio coming through the front door and pouring out onto the streets. โHere, let me help ya with that.โ
The woman looks up in surprise, but smiles back nonetheless. โThatโs very kind of you. Thank you.โ
He takes in her face. Her bright eyes, her braided hair, her youthful spirit. Not the first time heโs seen her around, he realizes. โAh, thatโs no problem.โ He says, following her into the shop with bags of the fruit in his hands. It is a small building, but its authenticity shines through down to the freshness of every seed and the care behind every wipe of the windows. โThis yours?โ He asks as he looks around after placing the bags on the front counter near the register.
โMy motherโsโ She answers, taking fruit by fruit from the bags and placing them on a nearby cart. โSheโs with child, so Iโm in charge for now.โ
โAh, I see.โ He nods out. โYou live in that yellow house on Hope?โ
Her eyes contort in confusion from his sudden personal question and her movement stops, looking at the seeming stranger with a more cautious approach now. โHowโd you know?โ She asks slowly.
He chuckles at her expression. โI live near. I seen you pass by.โ
As she takes him in her face begins to soften, a feeling of ease settling in her stomach as she remembers his long hair and slender build playing football around the neighborhood from time to time. โThought I recognized you. Iโve heard my cousins speak of you. Bob, is it?โ
He canโt help but grin when he hears his name come from her lips. โMe that is.โ She tries to hide her blush when she notices the softness in his voice and the savor in his eyes as he looks at her. He chuckles at her shyness, finding it endearing how sheโs trying her best to focus on the fruit in front of her. โIโma head back home,โ He says softly once more. โBut when you need help with your mangoes again, you know where to look for me.โ He smirks as he backs slowly towards the entrance, still taking in her aura.
She shakes her head with a chuckle before an offering comes to her mind for the kind man. โBefore you go.โ She stops him suddenly, grabbing a ripe fruit from the top of one of the bags. She tosses it his way, where he catches it with ease. โOn the house.โ She says as she resumes unpacking the bags.
His grin widens, thumbing the smooth skin of the mango as if in hope to find the subtle heat of her fingertips that were once on it. โI appreciate it.โ His eyes glance up thankfully.
She lets her gaze wander over her shoulder where she makes contact with him one last time. A small smirk appears on her cocoa lips as she gives him a quick once over before turning back with a satisfied hum.
Wednesday morning
Palm trees stand still above the streets, no breeze to be felt. The rising sun already blazes, peeking out from behind the mountain tops with readiness. Rooftops glisten with heat, the usual busy streets not quite as busy today.
Despite this, the man decides to go for a jog, making sure to accidentally pass by one shop in particular on his way through the city. His green running shorts bounce with each of his steps, his shirt already gathering moisture from his brown skin.
The familiar shop then approaches. He hears that same radio playing, itโs static seeming louder today. The doors are open, but no one joins her inside, so she spends her shift feeling the music instead. The shelf in front of her is just nearly stocked before she canโt help but dance to the beat coming from the front of the store. She moves slowly in place, twirling her wrists out to her sides. The window behind her allows the pastel pink and yellow of the sunrise glow to outline her body, nothing but a faint shadow apparent to the man's eyes. He can't stop himself from staring in amazement, hypnotized and inspired by her body.
As she turns, he makes her out clearer now. Her large hoop earrings graze the side of her throat as she sensually rolls it to the song, beaded hair braids tapping together along her spine. The charm around her neck falls into the divot of her chest next to the small drops of sweat that dew the surface of her skin. He lets himself take in every detail of her beauty, down to the very colors of the beads around her waist that peek out above her skirt as she stretches out her arms out above her head; one color for fertility, one for vitality, one for love.
She rotates once more in place before glancing up to notice him leaning against the front door with an enraptured expression. However, instead of jumping back in surprise, she lets out a small laugh, letting her arms fall back down to her sides. โDo you always spy?โ She asks, cocking her head to the side.
He pauses for a moment, chuckling to himself. โDo you ever not stare at a rainbow?โ She finds herself unable to say another word, finally allowing her lips to curl, which causes the same effect on his own face. โWarm day for dancing, donโt you think?โ
She shakes her head, taking small steps in his direction. โNever too warm for freedom.โ
He can only smile more. โI like that.โย Her laugh makes a feeling in his chest become warmer than any Jamaican day.
Friday morning
The woman hangs laundry outside the yellow house, her cousins yelling in the yard next store as a small ball gets kicked around the thick green grass. The radio plays as it always does. Her feet move as they always do. She picks up a damp red shirt, grasping a pin in her other hand. As she raises her arms, her eyes naturally focus on something behind the clothes line, someone.ย
She chuckles, pinning the shirt to the line before giving him her full attention. โBack again.โ She states teasingly.
โDancing again.โ He takes notice with excitement.ย
โOf course.โ She responds.
He stands in front of her gate, leaning his arms across the fence in wonder of crossing the other side. โI love that you canโt help but dance.โ Her blush returns as does her gaze to the wet clothes to hide his affect on her, but this makes his mind wonder even more. โYouโre a very beautiful woman.โ
As she looks up, sheโs met with a more captivated and earnest face than she had previously gotten used to, but she snickers it off. โYouโve a habit of saying that nowadays.โ
He lets just barely a second pass between her words before he responds. โAnd I mean it more and more every time.โ
She laughs it off again, but her heart begins to speed faster with each word of cherishment she receives. โIs that why your eyes always trail my way.โ
He chuckles. โWhen you find a beautiful flower, you canโt help but watch it blossom.โ
She hums at his natural poetic way of speaking, finding it entertaining and having to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from smiling. โMany flowers you be finding?โ
โNone quite like you.โ
Saturday evening
She locks the shop doors after making her last sale. Her back is heavy with exhaustion, her feet sore with work. She lets out a deep breath, closing her eyes to find her center and ease her stress for the time being, at least until she can make it home. She slumps her bag over her shoulder and begins her walk home, the moon beginning to climb the side of the mountains, shining through the telephone lines. But as she nears her front gate, she finds the man there once again. He leans over the fencing just as he did the day before, staring longingly, almost nervously up at the dimly lit windows of the house.
โBob.โ She calls out quietly.
He turns in surprise as he hears the sound of her voice and straightens himself out, his usual smile not yet appearing on his face, which causes the womanโs nerves to worry. โBeen looking for you. Wanted to talk to ya.โ
She readjusts her bag nervously on her shoulder, looking him faintly up and down. โWhat โbout?โ
He looks down at the ground and his throat bobs with a swallow. โI canโt stop thinking โbout you. All the time.โ He chuckles at his words, embarrassed at his own nervousness. He decides to just get it out finally. โI want be with you.โ He states with a soft firmness in his tone.
Her heart flutters but her brain tells her to not show it. โI thought you just flirtingโฆ not that you want me.โ She challenges her feelings.
He shakes his head with an unbelievable grin. โI want you like a tree wants soilโฆ like a mango wants a cute shop in Kingston to be sold at.โ
A laugh escapes her lungs before she looks tenderly up at him. โYouโre sure?โ
He takes a step forward, a teasingly dubious hum responds to her question. โYou think me not know what I want?โ
Her voice drops quieter as he nears her, feeling his air cascade down her skin. โWhat you know?โ She breathes out.
He lets his belly fill and deplete with air once as he relishes in their energies colliding. โI know I gotta fight for the things I believe in.โ
Her hands reach forward to place above each breast of his, feeling them expand beneath her fingertips, feeling the distinct thump that echoes throughout his ribcage. His gaze drops down to her lips but just as quick refind her eyes, the want is there, but the need searches her eyes for her soul, not her touch. โAnd what do you believe in?โ She asks.
The hands once at his sides, reach out to cup her waist, thumb rolling over the small beads he had noticed only a few mornings ago, gently pressing the rounded glass against her skin. His lips widen slightly. โOne heart. You and I.โ
She lets out a soft breath, disappointingly letting her eyes break away from his. โHad me heart broken more times I can count, Bob. How can I believe in the one?โ
One hand is removed from her waist. He curls his fingers, placing them beneath her chin for her to rest upon. The thumping of his chest becomes more present to her, but her mind can only focus on the tingling of her cheek as his thumb rolls over it as it did her waist moments before. Their eyes lock onto the others, not daring, not thinking to move away. She can feel him, and he her. Her palms stream up the cloth of his button up towards his neck, simultaneous to him leaning forward for her, and then it happens. They collide. His mouth is soft, barely moving, so he can make out the feeling of her warmth against him, make out the feeling of the passion that flows through each of her veins and connects with his. Their lips crash in the same way a wave can smoothly cascade a beach, but alter its sand entirely nonetheless. It is earth changing, weather inducing, it is beautiful.
She holds his face against hers, the skin of their lips barely breaking away as their foreheads connect and their hearts press together to join as one. His lashes fan between her own, opening to scan the emotion in her gaze, opening to make her a promise he intends to keep. โWell, here I am.โ
Would you ever write fanfics of the new Bob Marley movie? Kingsley Ben Adir was amazing in it.
Yo lowkey! That actually sounds fun. He was really good in that movie, I'll think about it lmao
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Would you ever write fanfics of the new Bob Marley movie? Kingsley Ben Adir was amazing in it.
Yo lowkey! That actually sounds fun. He was really good in that movie, I'll think about it lmao
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Hey. Hope your taking care of yourself. Also was wondering are you also posting your fanfics on wattpad and ao3?
And when are you going to finish your Sebastian Kydd fanfic? I am a fan of your Austin Butler related work.
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Hey! Thanks for checking in, I appreciate it. I hope you're doing good as well <3
I am posting on both Ao3 and Wattpad.
I'll be completely honest, I haven't been really into Austin Butler lately, so the Sebastian Kydd fanfic might take a while to finish or just not at all, so sorry. But I do try to not give up completely on my fanfics so there is hope but I don't think anytime soon. Life's been so extremely busy recently so my writing's been slow and I've been trying to mainly focus on Twilight Scars, but I have been putting some work in behind the scenes, so don't worry.
But as far as Austin Butler goes, I don't plan on making any new fanfics of him. However, I am in the process of rewriting Milk & Honey. For the most part it's exactly the same but I've been trying to polish it up a bit, if you were looking for an excuse to reread lol. My tumblr posts are updated every time I rewrite a chapter, but if you're looking to see which chapters are currently updated I recommend reading it on Wattpad or Ao3.
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Chapter Four
Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys
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Warnings: Swearing and a hint of spice
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โSoโฆ the story.โ
Twila sits across from Snape once again on another dark and early morning in the dungeons. Itโs her first Friday of the year and she can already hardly wait for the weekend.
โMiss DeLuna,โ Snape begins, already annoyed that his morning is met with her silence yet again. โYou mentioned during our last conversation that you were treated unfairly by your peers during your time at Ilvermorny. What would they do?โ
She takes a slow breath in, hesitating for a moment. "It was... a few things. I was always considered to be the weird kid; shy, quiet, artsy. Developing my magic later than everyone else made me inexperienced too. I'd mess up... a lot. It was humiliating." She says quietly.
Being harassed at school for being different; a story the professor knew all too well. He could see the pain behind her eyes as she spoke, surprised to see her open up so much already, considering how things went last time. He thinks for a moment. This conversation would be a difficult one, but he doesnโt hesitate on a next question. โIs this why you disappeared during your fifth year?โ
Her eyes quickly peel away from the professor, not surprised that this question came up, but not expecting it so soon. โNoโฆ it was deeper than that.โ
Snapeโs interest is piqued. He knew generally what would come next, but just how did she get โitโ. โSomething deeper?โ He inquires.
She traces cracks in the stone floor with her foot and takes a sharp inhale, preparing herself for her next words. "I, um... I was having troubles with my magic. It developed quickly, more than I could keep up with. I had a favorite teacher at the time who took notice and offered to help me..."
Professor Snape listens closely to Twila's response. Her words are vague and seem to lack very important information. He can see that she is struggling to get out exactly what she wants to say. "And is this teacher the... โplace you shouldn't have looked for helpโ as you said?"
She looks down, averting her eyes once more. A yes.
He can see just how difficult this is for her, figuring she herself is still coming to terms with the decisions she has made in the past and dealing with the consequences of those decisions. He tries to appear as patient and understanding as he can, but he is burning to move this along. "What happened, Twila?" He asks as softly as possible.
She chuckles insecurely to herself. "I've never told anyone this before..."
He leans forward. "Well, Twila. You don't need to tell me if you don't want to." And for once, he didnโt say that in annoyance or as a trick to get her to speak, but genuinely meaning it and prioritizing her comfort with him, surprising himself.
She takes a deep breath, leaning back in her chair as a guilty feeling gnaws on her insides. โHis name was Mr. Moore.โ
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Minutes felt like hours as she spoke to her professor. She could hardly believe she had told Snape all that she did. He would be the first person to know her storyโฆ at least some of it. โThank you, professor.โ She stands as the bell rings.
โDo not thank me just yet. The journey ahead of us may be long and painful.โ He says, leaning back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap as his thumbs gently twiddle.
Despite this, she smiles. It had been a long time since she felt truly cared about, and an even longer time since she had opened up about any of her problems and insecurities. With a secret like hers, she had to make sure to keep her mouth closed, for one slip up could accidentally reveal everything. But then, she stops, remembering something. "Could-... Could I ask another favor of you...?"
Snape looks back at Twila. He sees that she is hesitant to ask this and proceeds cautiously. "Yes, you may." He answers slowly.
She pauses. โCould you not mention this to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore. Surely they know how it happened, butโฆ I fear what they may do if they know theโฆ depth of my involvement.โ She admits guiltily.
He takes a deep breath, eyeing her from across the room. This is a heavy favor to ask from such a small student. On one hand, he wants Twila to trust him and has no issue working on his own. But on the other, he knows the consequences of lying to Dumbledore. That is, if only Dumbledore were able to get through Snapeโs mind. "I won't tell them.โ He agrees. โBut remember, this is between you and me. No one else should know about this."
She nods at his warning, a small smile wanting to come to her lips. "Thank you again, professor." She says one last time, before turning to exit.
But right as sheโs about to leave the classroom, he stops her at the last second. โTwila?โ He says softly, almost in a whisper.
She stops in her steps, feeling immediately weary of his tone. "Yes?"
โWhy would Mr. Moore want to teach you such things to begin with?โ
A sad smile forms on her face. "Because I asked him to..."
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โCould you help me identify this herb? The texture is throwing me for a bit of a loop.โ
Twila chuckles, lifting her pen from her paper. โThatโs wormwood.โ
Ominis leans back, humming to himself in revelation. โAnd here I thought it was knotgrassโฆโ He lets go of the leaf, letting the young plant spring back towards its pot. โWhat are its benefits again?โย
She shrugs, glancing over her notes to find not even a mere mention of the word โknotgrassโ in any of the written sentences. She must have dozed off during that part. โDonโt remember, but I do know it tastes disgusting.โ
He laughs at her response. Heโs come to find that Twila is a capable and smart witch, but unlike most of their other curricular inspired classmates, she keeps a childlike humor and innocence to her personality, something Ominis admires and finds greatly refreshing. He finds himself wondering if many other Americans are like her. โAre you suggesting youโve tried it?โ
She shakes her head, eyes wide. "Me? No! Not personally, but I've seen others try and I'm in no hurry to follow after them."
She laughs with Ominis, hardly paying any attention to her Herbology journal, until she departs to her second period class. Her time goes by as usual, excessively scratching down notes, reading ahead in her Advanced Rune Translation book. However, one of her peers becomes annoyed by her constant loud scribbling every class and glares at her from across the room as he usually does. But then, as he glares, something catches his eyes. A black book that peeks out from her school bag. He recognizes the designs on the cover; a dark arts book from Restricted, one he had read a time or two himself. But why would a random Ravenclaw have a dark arts book or access to Restricted for that matter? Unless she snuck inโฆ? But just how rebellious could a first week Ravenclaw be?
She tucks her runes book in her bag, covering the mysterious publication, and slings the strap over her shoulder as she exits the class and makes her way towards the Great Hall for lunch. The boy watches as she leaves, quietly studying her before turning back to his own matters.
After filling her belly and a long and boring lesson from Professor Binns in History of Magic, she stands in the hall outside of class, exchanging notes about the Goblin Rebellion with her friend, Jewel. They speak for a moment, much to one boyโs dismay, before going their separate ways. In no particular rush, Twila stands in a clearing of the hall, letting students by as she shoves her history book past all of her journals with a bit of a push, wedging it tightly in between. She snaps the bag shut and fixes her hair as her eyes then avert back and forth, waiting for her many classmates to disperse so she can move forward. With a bit of determination, and dodging, the boy runs after her.
โHey, wait up, Twila.โ Mattheo calls out.
Her eyes widen upon hearing her name suddenly called over the sea of noise and movement. She is pleasantly surprised to see just who is following after her. โHey.โ She says with a smile.
Once finally making it in front of her, he relaxes his shoulders with a sigh, slyly smirking down. โI hate to be one of those guys, but I feel like we were interrupted last time and I didnโt really get a chance to talk to you.โ
Her smile grows and her heart begins to flutter. โAbout what?โ She grasps the strap of her bag, slightly rocking on her feet.
He smiles back before looking to the ground, hoping to keep his nerves relaxed. With a shrug, he answers, โJust wanted to get to know you better,โ a lopsided grin on his face.
She chuckles at his cute, but nervous demeanor, not believing sheโs seeing him act so smitten after hearing all the rumors. โDonโt you have class?โ
โYeah, why?โ His brow raises.
She hums, slyness growing in her own face now. โThatโs a shame, I have next period open.โ
His grin only expands, his heart jolting at her suggestion. โWell, I have next period on my skip list.โ
She hums happily at him. Many things could happen as an outcome from this small hangout session, none of which Jewel would like, thatโs for sure, but Twila canโt help but bite into temptation. โLead the way then.โ
His face flushes, but he hides it by kindly offering his arm, playing off his nerves as just being clownish. โMโlady.โ
She wraps her arms around his with a playful curtsy, giggling about it afterwards. He has no idea where heโs going to go, but he feels the need to bring her there fast. He walks the halls, mind scavenging for a place to sit alone with her. As they walk through the Dark Arts building, they pass a long empty stairwell. It would work for now, he thinks, as long as the poltergeist minds his business in another tower.
He sits on a stair, gesturing to the spot next to him with a smile. Twila is quick to join him, excited, but finding her mind concerningly empty of conversation topics. โSo, what should we do?โย
He extends his legs out in front of him in a stretch while he hums in thought. โMmm, how โbout I ask you some questions?โ
She smiles, body shivering with the excitement of being around a crush. โWhat do you wanna know?โ
He doesnโt have a single question in mind, his brain unknowingly just as empty as hers. I should probably start with something simple, right? He thinks to himself. โ...Your favorite color- Whatโs your favorite color?โ Why is it so difficult to speak to her? He glances her way, swallowing down his want to jump into a deeper question, but refrains from scaring her off so soon.
She bites her lip as if to hold back laughter. โYou brought me all the way over here to ask me my favorite color?โ Her smile grows at the thought, hoping that teasing him a bit would help ease the tension surrounding them.
Mattheo nods with a small laugh, looking down at his shoelaces. โWellโฆ what is it?โ
She answers softly this time, less teasing-like. โLavender.โ She says honestly, looking down at her lap with a smile before back up at him. โWhatโs yours?โ
He feels a warm, comforting sensation just from the sound of her voice. โRed.โย
She chuckles, "A classic," the playful tone back already.
A smirk forms on his face. He canโt think when her eyes look at him that way. He looks away, too distracted to form words otherwise. โSoโฆ whatโs your favorite subject?โ
She chuckles at the surface level questions, but finds the simplicity of their conversation cute and amusing all the same. She thinks for a moment, looking up at the continuation of the staircase above them. Itโs a simple question, but she finds herself going silent. She doesnโt know what her favorite subject is. Too lost in finding answers nowadays that she had nearly forgotten what small academic enjoyment is like. But then, a nearly forgotten answer surfaces her mind. "Divination." She says with a certain twinkle.
He narrows his eyes at this twinkle, a smile forming on his lips. Not an answer he expected, but an interesting one nonetheless. She seems almostโฆ flirtatious about it. He doesnโt waste a second to question this further. โWhy divination?โ
She shrugs it off, a small smirk still playing on her lips. "I live in New Orleans; Voodoo city, even in the muggle world."
Her answer immediately gives him insight into her life. She has a natural playful and flirtatious personality, something he could play at. โSo, does that mean youโre some kind of voodoo priestess?โ He jokes.
โHowโd you know?โ She smiles.
He chuckles. Sheโs gotta be flirting with me. โWhat else do you like to do?โ He asks, trying to cover up his admiration for her.
โWell, hey, you never told me your favorite subject.โ She interjects.ย
He laughs, leaning back with a flustered smile as he debates saying his next words. With another embarrassed laugh, he says, โMy favorite subject is History.โ He looks at her, attempting to stand proudly behind his words.
She raises an amused eyebrow. โHistory?โ He nods. โHistory of Magic?โ He laughs again, already knowing where this is going. โYouโre lying.โ She says unbelievably.ย
โNo, I actually really enjoy the class.โ He looks into her eyes, a genuine look forming on his face.
A man that enjoys sitting through Professor Binns' lessons? With a hum, she leans back. โOkay, if you say so.โ
But he only chuckles at this. โWell, what about you then, whatโs your favorite class? Other than Divination. Like a real subject.โ
She fakes her offense, more than used to others approaching her favorite subject this way. โDivination IS a real subject.โ
He puts his hands up at his sides, before leaning back to lounge on the stone stairs. โFine, fine. I digress.โ
She sits for a moment, biting back her smile. โDark Arts.โ She answers anyway.
He sits up with playfully wide eyes. โWhich brings us back to Voodoo city,โ which causes her to laugh. He leans back down, admiring the way she smiles and sounds when he makes her laugh. โSo, where were you before you decided to study Voodoo?โ
She blows a raspberry of a laugh out, not having expected that morning to be sitting with a stranger and talking about hoodoo and voodoo like this. โMinnesota. Way up North.โ
He smirks again, nodding slowly as he tries to picture all of the states her country has in his head. โNever been. Is it nice there?โ
Her smile fades just slightly at the thought, thinking back to what she had told Snape to answer the same question only days before. "I grew up in this tiny city called Canosia. It's... boring, cold. I hated it there. Everything was so dull, everyone had to fit in... no matter what I did I was always the outcast. Guess that never really changed butโฆ then I moved down to New Orleans. There's so much life there, and wizards, and music. I love it there." Her smile returns as she imagines her second home in all of its glory. โWhat about you? Are you from around here?โ
He thinks for a moment, a lazy smile to hide the weight he feels in his heart from the question. โHere, there. My, uhโฆ my dadโs work had him traveling all over the place.โ
She smiles slightly, catching onto a deeper meaning but trying to keep casual about it. "Whatโs your dad like?"
He hesitates, letting out a sigh as he thinks on how to respond. โCan hardly say, wasnโt around too often, at least not with me. He was a very serious man, took his work very seriously. I think he loved us, always wanted to protect us. He taught us a lotโฆ most of it was pretty fucked up, butโฆ I donโt know. He wasnโt the best, but shit, better than my mom.โ He dryly chuckles, shaking his head as he boredly flicks at a speck of dust on the stair.
Twila gives him a sad smile, before turning and looking off in front of her. "I never met my dad." She surprises herself with how quickly she was opening up to someone everyone was warning her against and yet it just feels so natural to her.
โReally?โ He asks, looking up at her with understanding eyes.
She shrugs, having the same dry demeanor he had only seconds before. โHe justโฆ disappeared when he found out about me. No idea where he is, stopped caring too.โ Now itโs her turn, kicking a dust bunny with her shoe.
His heart pounds. โSame with my mom.โ
And in that moment, she feels her heart connect with his, an invisible string tying them together. "I'm sorry to hear that." She says gently, knowing just what pain his motherโs actions would cause him.
He nods, forcing his casual smile back on his face. โYou an only child?โ He suddenly asks. She nods slightly, not knowing just how much to recover from their previous subject yet. โDoes it ever get lonely?โ He meets her eyes once more. โBeing an only child?โ
"Yeahโฆโ She admits with a soft scoff. Of course spending most of your life alone would be lonely, that was a given. โBut.. then I go to people's houses that have tons of siblings and then I'm grateful for the silence I have." Her smile slowly creeps up, hoping to shed some light on their suddenly sad conversation.
He laughs a little. โYou make a good point. My uncle always had a full house. I mean, itโs good to have siblings, but, yeah, it can be nice to have some alone time.โ She smiles, taking a moment to watch him speak as heโs distracted, looking off into the distance. However, he turns back too soon, catching glimpse of her staring. Her heart begins to beat fast, as does his. โYou know, itโs refreshing to meet someone that I can bond with so easily. I donโt usually meet girls that understand me the way you do.โ
Girls. The simple word brings back all those things Jewel said. Is she really getting into dangerous territory? Does she really need to look out for Mattheo that badly?
She lets out a sarcastic chuckle. โIโm sure you donโt.โ She mutters, immediately ashamed sheโs letting everyoneโs words get to her like this.
He looks at her, confused by her sudden change in tone. โWhy do you say that?โ He raises a brow, turning himself to get her full attention on him.
She sighs, looking back at him with guilty eyes. "I've just... I've heard you have a reputation around here..."
His face immediately drops. โReputation?โ He says the word like itโs venom itself. โWhat kind of repu-โ Then he knows. He knows too well. He finds himself speechless. โI swear, whatever Jewel told you, Iโm not that guy.โ He looks at her with serious eyes, hoping and longing for her understanding.
She sighs once more, realizing sheโs being overdramatic about it. Sheโs a big girl, she can make distinctions on her own without the help of her friends. If Mattheo is the player that Jewel says he is, then sheโd find out on her own. Mattheo seems innocent enough to have a fair chance with her attention, besides, it was just talking, nothing serious. "Do you think I'd still be here if I thought you were...?"
He looks up with new hope, realizing she may just be different than her friend. โThank youโฆ for not judging me about my past.โ
She smiles, but only slightly. โWe all have shit pasts.โ
โExactly!โ He laughs a little, feeling relieved. โIโm glad you understand. Itโs justโฆ you know, itโs hard to not be seen in such a bad lightโฆ for a lot of reasons.โ He looks away again, as he stares off down the hall.ย
Despite being somewhat unsure of herself still, she canโt help but admire him again; his chocolate eyes, the curls in his hair, he truly has her attention. He looks back at her eyes, staring into them as they do the same to his. Her body feels warm, and her heart feels as though itโd burst out of her chest. She hadnโt realized how close they had gotten while talking until right now. Every second that passes, the quicker her breathing seems to become. And for a split second, she finds herself glancing down at his lips.
His eyes follow down to her own, wondering how just one touch would feel. They are both shocked at the speed at which this moment had developed and yet so pleasantly excited. He begins to lean in. She goes to meet him halfway. And just before their lips so much a graze upon each others-
โMr. Riddle!โ
He jumps away, sitting up straight and turning to the exact person he had skipped class to be away from. โProfessor McGonagall?โ
"My class. Immediately." The woman demands.
He nods, standing up and shooting a flat smile to Twila, slinging his bag over his shoulder. โBe right there, Professor.โ
โAnd Twila,โ McGonagall raises a brow. โHomework, as a suggestion for your time?โ
Twilaโs face heats up in embarrassment. She rises to her feet and gives a quick bow to McGonagall before fleeing the crime scene. Twila gives Mattheo a guilty smile, holding back a chuckle as she sees him get dragged away by the professor. She teasingly waves before he disappears around a corner.
Dinner feels suddenly exciting as itโs now filled with secret smirks and glances across tables when Jewel isnโt looking. She has no doubt Mattheo would be spending his night in detention. Perhaps she should try and give him a surprise visit.
And after Astronomy class, she does just that, hoping she can pass by the detention chamber and get back to her common room before curfew. Luckily, the room isnโt too far from the Astronomy Tower, and even better, when she gets there, Professor McGonagall is nowhere in sight. She quietly peeks in and sees a small group of people inside the room. Then, just in the back of the class, she spots him, head leaning over the back of the chair as he boredly waits for his time there to end.
She sneaks to the side of the door frame, hugging it while she tries to move just enough to get his attention. He groans as he looks towards the back of the room at the clock, his eyes snapping open in surprise when he sees her instead. She quietly waves, and he waves back, silently motioning for her to come in, but she shakes her head no. He glances around the classroom, seeing how all of the students were nearly put to sleep by how bored they are, and motions her in again. She shakes her head once more, checking over her shoulder to look down the hall for the lost teacher before back at him. Twila feels a bit bold, especially knowing that he is basically locked down inside a classroom until curfew, and raises her hand to her lips, blowing a playful kiss his way. Her cheeks glow brightly when she sees how offended he is that sheโs poking fun at the fact that he didnโt get to kiss her earlier. However, where she and most of the Ravenclaws would succumb to their punishment, Twila forgets that not all students abide by the rules.
He looks around the classroom again, and much to Twilaโs confusion, he stands up from his desk, ignoring the other students' eyes. Her face flushes with excitement and fear as she backs out of the doorway and around the corner, away from lookers. Just then Mattheo emerges from the classroom, despite the rule of staying put. โThink you can keep teasing me?โ Her heart pounds in her chest, not expecting this kind of reaction from him. โJust so you know, I do plan on kissing you.โ He steps closer, trapping her between him and the wall.
She bites her lip excitedly. โWhatโs stopping you then?โ Her voice is quiet, but quivering with suspense.
He stares deeply down at her, eyes twinkling with an idea. โAre you sure you want me to?โย
She bites her cheek. โMaybe.โ
He scoffs out a laugh. โAnd, what would happen if I donโt?โ She furrows her brows, giving him a small pout. Her eyes beg without even saying a word, but he doesnโt give in, only letting out a taunting chuckle. โAww, are those pouty lips begging for something, Twila?โ He places his hand on the wall next to her and leans in further, ghosting his hand along her jawline. She nods in a silly, yet hopeless way, her big eyes looking up at him. But he still doesnโt bite. โOr I could just wait til the perfect moment.โ
โMattheo~โ She breathes out, feeling weaker by the second.
โTwila~โ He mocks back, tilting his head to the side with a smirk. โYes, Twila?โ
โMattheo!โ She whines this time, a small laugh in her voice.
However, she whines a little too loud for his liking, so he runs his thumb along her bottom lip, giving her a quiet and gentle shush. โCome on, donโt you want me to kiss you? Say please.โ His smirk grows.
โPlease.โ She whispers.
His other hand is at her waist now, his face moving in closer and closer until his forehead rests against hers. โBeg some more.โ He whispers back, holding her gaze.
Both of which are surprised by their way of speaking to each other, but both are equally as reluctant to stop now. Her lips could basically feel his, they were so close. Her heartbeat quickens to insane speeds at both his words and the sound of his voice. She can hardly believe she is doing this only in her first week of coming to Hogwarts. Who knew that being the new girl could be so exciting? Perhaps Hogwarts would be a much better experience than Ilvermorny ever was.ย
โMatthe-โ
Just then, footsteps clank through the hallway, and emerges the same woman that interrupted them the first time. Mattheo quickly bolts back into the classroom with panicked eyes, just in time before Ms. McGonagall spots the two of them. She stares at Twila for a moment, wondering what she could be up to. โTwila, what are you doing out here?โ
She gulps. โI-, uh, lost my common room again. Tried to take a shortcut butโฆโ
The professor nods in understanding. โOf course. Ravenclaw is just up those stairs right there, but- oh- before you go, I did have something to discuss with you.โ She smiles. It must be good news. She slowly walks Twila towards said stairs, and away from the detention hall. Twila peeks back into the room, adrenaline rushes through Mattheoโs eyes. He breathes heavily and he watches her with a smirk as she gets further and further out of his sight until sheโs completely gone. Twilaโs own body is still flushed and shivering from the lingering feeling of his hands. โIโve gotten good word from your professors this week, all of which have reported that you are an excellent and capable student, and considering your grades at Ilvermorny, I have a very special offer to make you.โ She claps her hands together, a warm grin wrinkling her cheeks. โI would like to make you a Ravenclaw prefect.โ
Twilaโs face lights up.ย Not the news she was hoping for, but great news nonetheless.ย โReally? Thank you, itโs an honor.โ
Ms. McGonagall brushes off her thanks. โOf course, you have proven your abilities so far, although, Iโll have to ignore your little antics with Mr. Riddle earlier and hope that youโll take a more serious and academic approach to the rest of your school yearโฆ?โ She all but warns, looking at the younger girl over the top of her glasses.
Twilaโs cheeks heat up again. โO-Of course, Professor. Thank you.โ
McGonagallโs smile returns. โI knew youโd say yes. Your new uniform is already waiting for you upstairs. Be sure not to lose your way there again.โ She jests, before returning back to the detained troublemaker students.
Twila stands in the now empty hall for a moment. Getting that close to Mattheo and sheโs a Prefect now? She canโt believe her luck.
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Another quiet night falls on the kingdom in the sky. Life on the planet is on high alert. Even the grass seems to understand the tension that flows through the air, standing stiff and sharp against the moonlight. All is still.
The Goddess Mother stands alone in a temple. A baby, no more than a few days old, in her hands, supported over a bath of golden nectar. The babyโs cries echo through the maze of columns within the building, as it grasps out for anything to hold. โI, your mother, Gaia, grant you the power of creation. Upon my death, my own abilities shall also be passed down for you to possess. I, Gaia, grant you the power of divinity and immortality. My daughter, Arali, you are now reborn as โGoddess of Fertilityโ.โ The woman lowers the baby into the liquid, letting the nectar all but consume the child. After aย moment of submerging, she lifts the child back into the air with an eager smile. A soft golden hue emits from the baby, as nectar drips from its form.
Gaia had created her child as a last minute resort in hope that the baby could one day restore peace to their kingdom. She had seen the chaos brewing beneath the surface of Mount Olympus and knew the fate that would soon fall on her and her family. With her husband dead and their corrupted son now on the throne, she had but one choice. She used the last bits of her dying magic to create a life within the confines of her stomach that would soon blossom into her predecessor. Perhaps this daughter could protect the life that resided on their Earth once her mother finally withered away.
Arali was born with a head full of orange spirals, similar in color to the autumn leaves that would fall from the trees when Persephone would descend back to the Underworld. She has forest green eyes, and warm honey skin that was a few shades lighter than that of her motherโs. She was small for a Titan, the obvious runt of the family. It seems as though she was born to stand out, an odd child she is indeed. She is strong and determined, but also so pure. She is caring and full of emotion, a weakness among the court. She is reserved, doesnโt spend much time around her elder siblings, and instead would seek company from animals, drawn mostly towards those of prey. From her few years living amongst the gods she had gained the nickname โmikrรณ elafรญnaโ or โlittle doeโ, which was not exactly a compliment towards the young princess.
The child grew up within the palace walls, happy and naive to the death and rebellion that was slowly rising outside. Gaia did her best to shelter her elafรญna from danger, keeping her hidden from the other gods, and even more from the rest of Olympia.ย
She was close to her big brother Hyperion, and big sister, Rhea. Hyperion is always happy and will often accompany Arali while she roams the castle. Rhea will teach her about their shared nature based powers while their mother rests. Both hope to protect the young one from the wars happening just outside her room, each knowing how important her role is to the safety of their people.
However, before Arali was born, things werenโt always so innocent and happy for the Goddess Mother. Ouranos, Gaiaโs now dead husband, once wise and humane, grew into a crew and gruesome leader. Heโd punish his own people for upsetting him in the slightest of ways, and even went as far as banishing some of his own children to the depths of Tartarus. Gaia, appalled by his behavior, figured there was only one option left to stop him, and met with her remaining children to plan Ouranosโ murder. Cronus, their youngest son, was determined to show his bravery to his family and was eager to help in her plan. However, her other children were not, for they feared their fatherโs power. Cronus eventually managed to convince his siblings and they reluctantly joined his fight, successfully murdering their father and freeing their people of his reign. But as his son held a dagger to his heart, Ouranos warned Cronus, โYou will be cursed my same fate.โ
They threw the dead kingโs body into the ocean. Little did they know, a young Aphrodite would emerge from the magic that wept from his corpse and be found by the soon to be Olympians.
Cronus quickly settled into his life as the new King ruling by his motherโs side, but was still haunted by Ouranos. Heeding his fatherโs last words, Cronus had cast out his own children, demanding to have them killed far away from the kingdom, in fear that they would overthrow him much like how he did his own father. Unbeknownst to him, Gaia and Rhea had helped the children to safety. They were raised among the mortals of Olympia, and were highly admired by them, so much that they often viewed them as their real leaders and protectors. The Titans may be ruling their people through a golden age, but it was no doubt that one day the Olympians would discover their truth and come for Cronusโ head.
In the meantime, the Titans were working on strengthening their more intergalactic alliances, specifically that with their most trustworthy ally, the Asgardians. Gaia is close to Odin and Frigga, the king and queen of Asgard, who much prefer doing business with her compared to her son, Cronus. Gaia is always compassionate, but knows when to be stern. She is a caring leader, looked up to by the people of Olympia, whereas her son tends to be more cutthroat and rules with fear and insecurity.
Gaia introduced Frigga to her youngest daughter, while Frigga shared news about her own newest addition to their family. Frigga had visited Mount Olympus often, and had even assisted Gaia in caring for Arali, for she knew Gaiaโs life was quickly draining. Frigga would share many stories and songs with the young one. Arali was nearly as Asgardian as she was Olympian.ย
Frigga and Gaia had promised their children to each other from the day they were born, or in Friggaโs case, from the day her son was brought to Asgard. Once the two children had met, they knew they were born to be powerful leaders together. However, things never go as planned.
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Daughter of Gaia, Arali was born a goddess, a princess, and a Titan. She and her sister, Aphrodite, were split as children; Arali raised on the Titan side of the war, and Aphrodite on the Olympian. Eventually, the war came to an end and the Titanโs reign was no more. Stripped of her title, Zeus brings Arali to Mount Olympus and gifts her as a handmaiden to his adopted daughter, and her long lost sister. Now adults, Aphrodite prepares to one day take the throne. As tensions rise between the long allied kingdoms of Olympus and Asgard, she eagerly accepts to represent her kingdom in an official alliance. However, her plans of succession will only be hindered when she finds that her prince to be and handmaiden share a past. Arali will soon find that her sister never did well with competition.
Warnings: Sexual themes, death, blood, torture, swearing, other dark themes (Itโs mythology)
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Chapter Three
Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys
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On her fourth day at Hogwarts, Twila meets the girls in Care of Magical Creatures class, where they are introduced to a small puffskein named Harold, who has an almost pinkish undertone to his brown mane. Twila loves animals, however when it comes to caring for them she becomes nervous and wellโฆ grossed out from certain aspects of their care. Having that said, she has looked after a ratherโฆ extreme magical creature in the past, but thatโs a story for another time.
Celia walks with Twila through the Dark Arts building to their next class together, Charms. As they enter, Twila spots Ominis and his friend sitting together on one of the benches. She decides to be brave and take the chance of approaching him this time, knowing Celia would be intimidated to keep quiet about it. However, had Twila been with Penelope or Jewel it would have been a different story. The blond Hufflepuff is confused as she follows her friend's lead and when she notices Twila gets closer and closer to Ominis her face drops.
โHi, Ominis.โ Twila greets, sitting down on the bench, Celia following hesitantly.
โHello, Twila. Itโs nice to see you again.โ He says with a friendly tone, but he remains cautious of his approach in case she acts distant or secretive again. As Twila reaches for her class supplies, Ominis hears his friend clear his throat from behind him. โAh- Twila, this is my friend, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Twila.โ He says, gesturing between the two as he introduces them to each other.
Twila smiles at him from the other side of Ominis. "Hi." She greets the boy. Now seeing him up close, Twila notices his messy brown hair, his slightly wide nose, and the many freckles dusted over his face. She thinks he seems friendly as well, unlike the other Slytherins she had encountered so far, but despite his smile, something about him appears hidden and reserved.
Sebastian waves to her, before turning back to Ominis. "Ominis, can I speak to you for a minute after class?" He asks quietly.
However, Twila hears this and assumes she may have accidentally made the situation awkward and turns back to her class work, leaving the two of them to speak. Perhaps she shouldnโt have sat with them.
โOf courseโฆโ Ominis suspiciously agrees to do so, and after class, he and Sebastian meet alone in the hall just around the corner of the Charms room.ย
"So, Ominis..." Sebastian begins with a teasing smirk. "You and Twila, huh?"
Ominis sighs out loud, already knowing what direction this is heading in. โWe are friends, yes.โ
"Just friends?" Sebastian asks with an eyebrow raised and his smirk growing even further.
Ominis rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Yes, Sebastian, just friends."
"Okay, if you say so." Sebastian says with a smile.
Ominis is already annoyed by his friendโs pestering, and tries to turn the subject back on him. "What about you, Sebastian? Are you seeing anyone?" He asks, honestly not really caring about the answer, just wanting to put his friend on the spot like he had done to him.
Sebastian smiles at Ominisโ defensiveness. "No one at the moment, no. I have better things to do than go chasing girls right now." He chuckles.
Ominis lets out a dry chuckle. "What other things do you have to do then? Besides, what's wrong with chasing girls? I think it's quite normal, especially for you." He smiles.
Sebastian rolls his eyes, slightly blushing at Ominisโ words but he tries to hide it. "I'm not sure I have much time for such activities regardless." He says, an excuse, but he still catches himself thinking about all the things he had gotten himself into in the past year.
A smile grows on Ominisโ face as he now understands what is happening. He chuckles. "You're interested in Twila, aren't you, Sebastian?โ His smile now wide and amused as he senses his friendโs embarrassment.ย
He straightens himself, scoffing. "What? Why would you think that?" Sebastian blushes more. "Is it that obvious?"
"Very."
Sebastian grimaces at this. "She just caught my eye, that's all. Nothing serious."
"Yes, 'just caught your eye'.โ Ominis chuckles. โYou know, I was thinking about asking her myself. You better ask her before I do." He says jokingly, but really, he inโt too sure.
Sebastian chuckles with him. "Really Ominis, youโre asking me to give you a free pass at her?"
Ominis laughs even more at this. "Maybe I am." He replies, still holding onto a joking demeanor. "Besides, I saw her first." He says with a smile.
โโSawโ, huh?โ Sebastian lets out a light laugh. "I suppose that's fair. Just give me a chance to prove myself before you snatch her up, will you?โ
Ominis finds himself entertained by this idea of playful competition. "Fine. I'll give you a fair shot at her. But you must understand that I won't hold back."
Sebastian leans over with determined eyes. "You're on then. May the best man win."
Ominis puts out his hand. "It's a deal."
Sebastian shakes on it, before leaning against a nearby wall. "I feel luck on my side with this one." He says smugly, causing Ominis to roll his eyes.
โWhy donโt you go over and ask her out then? Iโd love to find out how well that goes.โ The blond says with a laugh, pointing his blinking wand towards the staircase.
But Sebastian stays in his spot, looking over his shoulder at the girls who had only just now left the classroom. โWooing a woman takes time, Ominis. Iโd expect you to know that since youโre such a โcharmerโ.โ He teases with a chuckle.
However, behind them, an oblivious Twila is on her way down a very different path.
โJewel isnโt going to like that, Twila.โ Her much shorter, blonde friend warns.
โItโs fine, I promise. Jewelโs never even spoken to him. Heโs actually really nice.โ They talk as they make their way to the Great Hall for Lunch. โBut, donโt say anything to her yet. Iโll ease her into the news eventually.โ Celia nods, but in a worried manner, chewing on her bottom lip as she does so.
As they sit with the rest of the gang, Celia continues to look between Twila and their other two friends, barely containing the secret between her two lips, but choosing to stand behind Twilaโs trust despite having been warned against the Gaunts her entire life like the rest of them.
โCelia, you look ill. Whatโs up, girly?โ
Celiaโs head pops up to look at Jewel, who is studying her with a brow raised. โNothing. Nothing at all. Justโฆ pondering a fewโฆ household issues.โ She lies. Twila bites her cheek, just waiting for the blonde to spill over with anxiety.
Penelope purses her lips in empathy, and cocks her head to the side making her red waves bunch up against her shoulder. โIs it money? Because you know I can talk to my dad if you guys ever need help again.โ She whispers from the other side of the table.
Celia sighs, cheeks brightening with a light pink color. โNo.โ She whispers through her teeth. โOther things- Just- Nevermind.โ She shakes her head, looking down to pick at her carrots.
Penelope looks at Jewel with concerned eyes, and the brunette shrugs before turning back to Twila. โSo, classes, how are they? Youโre already halfway done with your first week.โ She states excitedly.
โI think Iโm worse at Transfiguration than I was at Ilvermorny.โ Twila mumbles, cheeks stuffed with a roasted potato.
Suddenly Jewel puts down her fork. โOh, before I forget,โ She leans in to whisper. โWe have these little secret meetings to practice before our games sometimes. You should come. It will be our first โunofficialโ practice session of the season. Oh, I canโt wait to finally rub it in Malfoyโs face that I made captain this year.โย
โIโve never really been into quidditch like that.โ Twila admits guiltily.
"Be careful who you say that in front of." Penelope giggles.
โOh, come on. It will be fun, I promise. Youโve never seen how Hogwarts plays. Besides, I could use a cheerleader while Iโm out there kicking Malfoyโs and Riddleโs asses.โ She snickers.
Twila chcukles at the thought. โOkay, I guess. But if I get bored halfway through, donโt say I didnโt warn you.โ Jewel playfully rolls her eyes at this, going back to her food.
After lunch, Twila has her first History of Magic lesson, which she shares with Jewel. Jewel walks confidently into the class, leading Twila to one of the benches in the very front. As Twila sits down, she hears Jewel groan in disgust. She turns to face her just in time to see her roll her eyes, but at what? Twila wonders.
She quietly scans the class to find the source of whatever was causing Jewel such distress, but before she finds it, her eyes lay upon one of the most handsome boys she has ever seen.
He walks into the room silently, setting his books down on the desk with a thud. His demeanor shows a clear bad boy, Slytherin of course, but Twila can hardly tear herself away. Her eyes stay glued to him, before looking away just as he sits down. She looks again, deeply eyeing his character, his posture, his long lashes, curly brown hair, and warm yet deep eyes. That is, until his head turns her way, then she quickly snaps herself back to her books. He narrows his eyes as he looks between her and Jewel, before back at the professor.
Professor Binns strolls around the classroom, laying out a piece of parchment on each desk. With a pen in hand, Twila begins to lazily write, unable to keep her mind focused on the task in front of her. She boredly rests her head in her palm, fidgeting with her writing utensil as her eyes canโt help but look across the class one last time. However, as she does this, sheโs met with the boyโs eyes already on her. He smiles when he catches her this time. She bows her head beneath her hand, blushing terribly as a flustered smile spreads across her cheeks.
She pretends not to pay him any attention as the students exit, but in the back of her mind she hopes heโll at least just look her way one last time. Celia and Penelope meet them outside in the hall. As they talk, Twila peeks over her shoulder to find that her hoping, in fact, does her justice.
Twilaโs light brown curls barely conceal her peeping as she and the boy of interest make eye contact yet again. As they do this, she canโt help but blush bright pink again, smiling at him almost flirtatiously. He smirks back at her, causing her to giggle in an embarrassing type of way.ย
Celia takes notice of this immediately, nudging Twila on the arm.ย
โWhat?โ Twila asks, confused as she pulls her arm away.
โStop.โ Celia warns under her breath. Twila only furrows her brows further together, confused at her friendโs sudden serious tone. โThatโs Mattheo.โ Celiaโs eyes fill with panic.
โMattheoโ. Twila smiles. She quite likes that name. She quite likes him.ย
Celia clears her throat, catching Twilaโs attention again before sheโs too lost in dreamworld again. โMattheo Riddle.โ She whispers, but itโs too late, Jewel has already caught on.
Jewelโs head snaps to look at Mattheo then to Twila with narrowed and offended eyes. โWhat about Mattheo?โ She says, sounding more threatening than Twila has ever heard from her before. Twilaโs taken aback by her tone, but before she even has a second to answer, Jewelโs already pulling on her arm, taking her down the hall while she glares holes through Mattheo. โStay away.โ She threatens once away from his eyes.
Twila cranks her neck back at this. โRelax. I just wanted to know who he was.โ She says, growing more and more confused by the second. Sure, she remembered Jewelโs warnings and stories she had told her in their youth, but itโs unusual that Jewel behaves in such a way, especially over a boy she had claims to not have spoken to in years.
Jewel drops her shoulders but not the look from her face. โWell, if he ever approaches you, you need to get as far from him as possible. He comes from a-โ
โ-vile, evil, dark family, yes, Jewel, I know.โย
The Slytherin girl sighs at the Ravenclaw. โI just want you to know how serious this is. Mattheo is a Riddle.โ And in more ways than one, Jewel thinks to herself.
โItโs the other one you really have to look out for.โ The red head scoffs out.
Twila tries to store it in the forefront of her memory that thereโs a second one lingering somewhere, since she continuously forgets and forgetting would mean another lecture from Jewel.
Just across the way, a certain bright blond boy watches the scene from afar before approaching his friend. โMattheo, what did you do to upset the Ravenclaw?โ He asks with a scoff.
The brown haired boy shakes his head with a chuckle. โNo idea. Guess I just have that effect on girls.โ
Draco raises a brow at him. โSo, youโve met Twila then?โ He asks.
Riddleโs eyes widen in surprise, suddenly turning to face the other boy as he reveals her name to him. โWhat do you know about her?โ His face showing his confusion.
Draco scoffs at the question. โI know sheโs a pain in the ass for one.โ He folds his arms in irritation. โSheโs in one of my N.E.W.T. classes. Whyโd Jewel look at you like that?โ
Mattheo shakes his head, looking down at the floorboards as the other Slytherinsโ name is mentioned. โJewel seemsโฆ protective of her. She tried to stop- Twila- from talking to meโฆโ
โI see,โ Draco states, raising his brow. He has known for years now that Jewel and Mattheo donโt often see eye to eye, despite the three of them growing up so closely together. However, heโs never known the real reasonings behind it, though he has his suspicions. โSo, is there something going on between you and Ravenclaw then?โ He pries with only mild interest in the answer.
โNo, not really. Nothing happened.โ He says casually with a shrug.
Draco dryly scoffs. โSo, youโve been attempting to flirt with her.โ He states, unamused.
Mattheo scoffs at the term. โIโd hardly call it that, she justโฆ looked at me.โ He says thinking back to all the weird glances she threw his way all class period.
Draco rolls his eyes. โSounds like Jewel; overdramatic over nothing. And all this over a Ravenclaw, imagine that.โ He scowls at the very word.
Mattheo scoffs out a laugh, knowing this to be just like Jewel from his own personal experiences with her. โShe did seem pretty interested in me, though. She kept on sneaking glances.โ He says smugly.
Draco holds back his disgust. โAnd did you return the favor? Were the glances mutual?โ He mocks his friendโs pathetic way of โflirtingโ.
However, Mattheo just smirks slyly at this, looking back in the direction Twila disappeared into. โI might have snuck a peek or two.โ
Dracoโs face drops and he immediately rolls his eyes, instantly becoming entirely disinterested in the rest of this conversation. โAlright, I have better things to do now.โย
Twila grumbles in annoyance as she makes her way to Arithmancy, another N.E.W.T. class she has, so luckily sheโd be able to escape her friendโs accusations for one period. After that, Twila attends her first Astronomy lesson as well, which might have been the only exciting thing to happen on this otherwise plain day, but she knows she should enjoy it while it lasts. Like she fears, thereโs only a matter of time before Ilvermorny happens all over again. She keeps having to remind herself that she came here with a single intention, she doesnโt have time for foolery and crushes. Not now.
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Thursday morning is as eventful as any normal day with Draco.
โI guess Mondays and Thursdays are Draco day for you, arenโt they? Lucky girl.โ He teases, seeing how they once again have back to back D.A.D.A. and Potions together.
She sighs as he sits down next to her, but he notes a very small smile play at her lips. Heโs amused by this and leans back in his chair with a chuckle before paying attention to Professor Snape. As much as they would have loved to take jabs at each other, Snapeโs presence is one that demands all attention on him, and both dare not upset the man more than he already naturally is.
โLost your way again already?โ Draco teases, watching the girl glance down each of the corridors in confusion despite him showing her the way only a few days earlier. He chuckles at her, knowing sheโll be too stubborn to admit sheโs lost and nudges her on the arm. โCome on. This way, Ravenclaw.โ He says as he leads her down the hall. She follows him with the same level of annoyance she had the first time, following the blond like the lost puppy she hated she is. Draco glances over his shoulder, smiling amusedly at her. โWhat ever would you do without the mighty Draco Malfoy on your side? I might have to start charging Jewel for having to babysit her friends like this; walking them to class, teaching them how to behave in my schoolโฆโ
She scoffs out a laugh. โPlease, if you wanted an excuse to spend time with me, you could just say so.โ She smirks teasingly.
He laughs as he hears one of her trademark witty comments. โTwila, please, I have no need to spend time with a Ravenclaw. My time is actually valuable.โ
Despite just being insulted, she finds herself growing used to their back and forth banter and instead smiles at this. Draco chuckles when he sees her softly grin at him, an uncommon reaction. โYouโre growing on me, Ravenclaw.โ He pauses for a moment. โBut I do have something to ask you.โ
โAnd what would that be?โ She asks with a smile.
โItโs about Jewel.โ He starts casually, despite the odd interaction he saw yesterday. โYou know her well, correct?โ She nods. โCome to think of it, how did you two meet anyways?โ
"Well,โ Twila chuckles out a sigh, recalling the memory from so long ago. โAs I'm sure you know, her dad works for the Ministry. When he was sent over to America to work on something a few years back, she was my neighbor." Twila looks down with a smile, watching her feet move as they walk through the familiar dungeon corridor.
Draco chuckles at the thought. โReally? Iโm actually a bit shocked you had friends when you were younger- didnโt think you were capable of that. Thatโs sweet.โ He smiles smugly and she grimaces at him.
โWhatever.โ She rolls her eyes. โHow did you two meet?โ
He chuckles, enjoying her reactions everytime he tries to wind her up. โJewel and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. You could say I was her best friend.โ He crosses his arms before continuing with a sigh. โHer little crush.โ
Twilaโs eyes widen at this. โSo, youโre aware of it?โ She asks with amusement.
โThat Jewelโs madly in love with me?โ He raises a brow. โAbsolutely.โ He pauses. โAt least she was for a while, if she isnโt still.โ Twila goes silent at his words, holding back a large smirk. He looks closely at her face before nodding his head in understandment. โItโs still there?โ
Twila turns to him with a blush on her face, biting down her growing smile. โIโve been sworn into secrecy.โ She says, looking forward stubbornly, but her face spills all.
Draco chuckles. โDid she used to say my name a lot- when you were younger?โ
"Ugh, all the time." Twila groans in annoyance.
Draco rolls his eyes at her protest, but turns back to her with a smirk. โJealous, are we?โ His smirk grows mischievous. โYou know, it doesnโt hurt to confess your feelings for me now as well.โ
Twila lets out one loud, sarcastic laugh. "In your dreams, Malfoy."
He chuckles. โNo, I suppose youโre too busy on Mattheo.โ
Just then, her heart nearly skips a beat. She rolls her eyes, turning her head from him so her hair hides the light burn on her cheeks. Sheโs confused on how he even knows about that, but she doesnโt want to give him any satisfaction or confirmation by talking about it any further than that. โWhatever, letโs just get in class.โ She says, pushing open the Potionโs door.
The two sit through Potions in silence, besides Dracoโs occasionally smug smirk as he thinks back to their conversation, this is until Professor Slughorn compliments Twila on her fine potion work.
โOoo~ well done, Ravenclaw.โ Draco strides over with a sarcastic smirk, narrowing his eyes down at the girl.
She rolls her eyes, seeing how Draco will take each and every chance presented to him to try and put her down. โDonโt you have your own potion to work on?โย
โFinished mine ages ago.โ He states proudly. She lets out a sharp sigh and begins to clean her workspace up a bit as the sound of the bells chime throughout the school. โDonโt tell me you need help getting to lunch as well?โ
โOffering to escort me again?โ She smiles, looking over her shoulder at him while she cleans off her hands.
โAre you sure Jewel would like that?โ He asks jokingly with narrowed eyes, remembering her behavior recently.
Twila grimaces. โWhy does everyone act like sheโs some queen bee? Iโve known her for years, sheโs really not like that.โ
โIโve known her for years as well and youโve never seen her in the Slytherin Common Room.โ Draco scoffs out, slowly walking backwards towards the door as Twila finishes up and follows.
The two walk through the halls together, the room slowly becoming warmer and warmer as they exit the dungeons and make their way up to the crowded Great Hall. As they enter, Twila spots Jewel in the center of the room talking with the other girls and naturally goes to meet with them. A smile grows on Jewelโs face when she notices her coming.ย
โQuidditch tonight. Youโre coming, arenโt you?โ Jewel states rather than asks.
Twila chuckles. โOf course.โ
โAw, look at that. Youโre all four houses. How adorable.โ A voice comes from behind them. Twilaโs startled, not realizing Draco was still following behind her. He gazes down at their different colored uniforms with a look of disbelief and annoyance. โFinally found a tolerable Ravenclaw to finish your clique.โ
Twila once again finds herself rolling her eyes at him. โIโm flattered at your perception of me-โ
โSheโs more than just a tolerable Ravenclaw, Draco.โ Celia suddenly speaks up.
The group goes quiet. It isnโt often Celia makes herself known and especially not to the likes of a Slytherin like Draco. All eyes go to her, but Draco seems particularly offended by the fact that she even spoke to him at all. โSays the hardly managing Hufflepuff.โ His lip curls as he looks down at her. โTell your father to spend his time wallowing on someone else's doorstep. We've had enough of him asking to โborrowโ. Disgrace to the purebloods.โ He mutters the last part under his breath.
Celia comes from the Mulberry family, a distinct pureblood lineage residing in London. However, something happened to her father a few years backย and he hasnโt been the same since. Her father worked in the Ministry, something all three of the girls, and Draco, have in common and how they met, but without warning, he was laid off.ย No one knows what happened that day, but Celiaโs once caring and hard working father, came home as something hardly better than a drunk bastard. Celiaโs mother and siblings scrape by on whatโs left of their fortune at Gringotts, but the gold seems to disappear quickly these days.
โFuck off, Malfoy.โ The redhead spits out at the boy.
Penelope, another pureblood, is the rebel of her family, something that shines through in her every action. The Cassowayโs are filthy rich, and like to act like it too, raising their children almost as if theyโre some kind of royalty. Her siblings hardly mind all the wealthy and pureblood elitistโs attention, but Penelope had had enough of that treatment and broke off from her family back in third year to live amongst the rest of the wizarding world. However, that doesnโt stop her from living off of Mr. Cassowayโs money. Twila can hardly blame her. Why disown so much?
โGuys, please. Is seeing all my friends get along for once too much to ask for?โ
Then thereโs Jewel. Jewelโs father, Xavier Rookburg, like the other fathers of his status, works for the Ministry, traveling to and fro to solve different magical mysteries and even working closely with muggles. Her family is very welcoming of all kinds and have always loved to learn about things outside their world, gaining them a less favorable reputation from those like the Malfoyโs. Jewelโs mother passed away in her fourth year, around the same time that Celiaโs dad went off the rails, causing them to bond over the loss of their parents. Nowadays, Jewel prefers to focus on trying to find peace in her chaotic school life.
โIโm hungry. If only they were serving lunch right now.โ
As for Twila, letโs just say her background is humble enough to detach from an insult when she hears one.
Penelope is first to smile, almost instantaneously forgetting all about the boy, however, the other two are reluctant to let the subject go.
After a long eating, another Transfiguration class with Ominis, followed by N.E.W.T. Divination fills Twilaโs time. Once classes are complete and dinner is eaten, Jewel gathers Twila to a quiet area of the dungeons, where they wait for night to fall and professors to retreat back to their chambers. Once the halls are mostly empty, Jewel guides Twila through the cobblestone corridors and out into the fields. Twila catches a glimpse of small figures swishing about in the distance.
โWhereโs Penelope and Celia?โ Twilaโs shoes squish against the fresh and plump grass as they near the tall stadium.
โPen already got detention and Celiaโs too scared to come because Pen got detention.โ
Twila laughs. Penelope had gotten into a fight or snuck somewhere she shouldnโt be, no doubt. She has always been notorious for doing so, or for being a little too standoffish with teachers.
Jewel walks through the entrance, grabbing one of the practice brooms laid out. โAlright, time to introduce you to the team.โ She says with no sense of excitement as a group of particularly rowdy boys fly above her.
One swoops down, hovering just above the ground. โOh, you again.โ Draco greets Twila with a sarcastic smile. โAnd Captain.โ
Jewel stands proudly, before paying no further mind and looking to the boys in the sky. โZabini!โ She calls, and not too long after, another one comes down, the rest slowly following suit. โAnyways, Blaise, Theo, Mattheo, Miles- Whereโs Avery?โ
โCouldnโt make it.โ Blaise answers.
โHe got stopped by McGonagall for his little antic at the end of last year. Thought he could get away with it.โ Draco chuckles out, as they remember whatever the boy had gotten himself into only a few months back.
However, Twila is busy finding herself once again entranced by the curly haired man in front of her and sheโs both embarrassed and pleased to find him looking back. When her eyes meet his, a light blush brushes over her cheeks. She looks away shyly back to Jewel, who seems to be explaining some kind of plan for the team.
โWe have a big year ahead, so Iโm expecting a lot from each of you, if you wish to stay on top, that is.โ Jewel gives each of the boys a stern yet playful look, before letting the four balls loose from their case, watching them fly high in the air.
Twila takes that as her cue to sit in the stands, away from the high speed broomsticks and heavy flying objects with the sole purpose of knocking into people. She sits on one of the lone benches as the team flies around. Blaise and Mattheo stop short in the middle of the field. Blaise seems to be explaining something to the other boy as he watches the Quaffle go about, however, Mattheoโs eyes are elsewhere, shooting a quick wink at the Ravenclaw girl. Twila blushes even more when she sees this, having to look down into her lap to try and hide her growing smile from him. However, Draco, not too far behind Mattheo, notices and finds himself feeling unimpressed and annoyed by this gesture.
The team practices until each of the balls are caught and put back into their confines before they can fly away again. Twila comes down from the stands to meet back with Jewel. The group hangs their brooms back up and makes their way out of the Quidditch pitch and into the dark field towards the school. Twila and Jewel walk slightly off to the side to chat without the boys interfering.
โSo, whatโd you think?โ Jewel asks with a bright grin.
Twila chuckles. โI think I need to brush up on my Quidditch rulebook.โ
โโRulebook.โโ Jewel repeats back with a dramatic sigh. โHonestly, watch enough and youโll get it. Is Quidditch not huge in America or something?โ
She shrugs. โI used to watch it a bit when I first started going to school, but after about the 3rd game, I started losing reasons to go.โ
Jewel hums. โWell, now you have a reason.โ She says excitedly, bumping her on the arm with a giggle. โAnyways, I need a moment with the boys.โ she says with a roll of the eyes, giving Twila one last smile before shoving herself between Draco and Theo.
However, just as quickly as Jewel leaves, Mattheo quietly swoops in to take her spot without her knowing. Twila is shocked and pleasantly abashed to see him come her way. โHey.โ He smiles.
โHey.โ She responds back.
An awkward silence forms between them, only filled with the sound of Jewel lecturing her seeker and keeper on the importance of their roles during this distinctive school year.
โSoโฆโ Twila starts. โMattheo Riddle, huh?โ She asks guiltily, knowing the question has much potential to be taken badly.
โYeah.โ He chuckles out. โAnd unfortunately I canโt change that.โ Twila chuckles, but subconsciously feels the weight behind those few words. โSo, you and Jewel are friends.โ He notes out loud.
She nods, narrowing her eyes just a bit at the way he states such a fact. โMhm.โ
โSoโฆโ A large grin begins to form on his face, mischief in his eyes. He walks just slightly ahead of her, looking up in thought. โI noticed a fewโฆ looksโฆ during the match.โ He turns around, walking backwards so he can face her again, softly biting his lip as a sudden surge of confidence and flirtatiousness passes through him.ย
She shakes her head at him, โโLooks.โโ She repeats back, biting back an embarrassed smile at the way he slyly calls her out.
โLooks.โ He confirms. โAndโฆ I kinda feel like you wereโฆ blushing?โ His smile grows even wider as he continues to tease her.
She chuckles, looking down for a moment before turning back to him and shrugging. โI donโt know what youโre talking about.โ She looks to the side, attempting to hide the very blush in question.
โI know what I saw.โ He whispers, coming just a bit closer.
She bites her lip, blushing even brighter now. โIโm sure you do.โ
He chuckles, admiring the way she tries to cover up how shy she really is. โLook, Twila, can I ask you something?โ
But, as if on cue, Jewelโs conversation with Draco and Theo is over and her attention is focused back on Twila. The second she sees Mattheo speaking with her, her face drops and she quickly paces over, pulling Twila away. Mattheoโs face lights up in shock, but he plays it off with an eye roll before walking back over to his own friends, acting back like his ordinary self.
โTwila, we talked about this.โ Jewel says helplessly annoyed.ย
Twila drops her shoulders, feeling frustrated with the whole situation. If the Riddleโs were truly as bad as everyone says, then why are they allowed at school? How much of a threat could a charmingly goofy quidditch player be?
โI know how he looksโฆโ The two take a peek at him while heโs distracted by Draco. โTrust me, everyone knows.โ She chuckles out. โButโฆโ Jewel falters for a moment, letting out a sigh. โTrust me on this one, heโs a player.โ She says under her breath.
Twila couldnโt help but feel that Jewelโs words are said with a little too much bitterness. โI appreciate it, Jewel, but why do you insist that I have no capabilities of taking care of myself?โ
Jewel sighs once more. โIโm not, I justโ Why do you insist on being with him?โ
โIโm not, I justโโ Twila hesitates enough for Jewel to notice and groan. โWhatโs wrong with a little teasing? It doesnโt have to mean anything. Iโm a new student here, Iโm just happy to have found someone willing to speak to me. I can take care of myself.โ
Jewel looks at her friend, sauntering through the school doors. โJustโ please. Promise me it means nothing.โ
The Ravenclaw is confused why Jewel would care so much about her intentions with a guy she barely knows, but promises nonetheless.
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Chapter Two
Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys
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ย Twila wakes up with a groan, flopping her face back over into the pillow and just barely fighting the urge to fall back asleep. With another noise of protest, she pushes herself up, fluttering her eyes open to look at the setting moon just outside her dark window. Each second she sits there, attempting to gather the strength to grasp the day, the sky only turns a slightly lighter shade of navy blue.
She stretches, groaning as her tired legs bring her body to a stand and over to her luggage to find clothes. Once dressed, she quietly exits her dorm, rubbing her tired eyes as she watches for any awake students or patrols. She remembers Jewel mentioning the Slytherin Common Room being in the dungeons. Sheโd look there for this old detention room.
She lazily trudges down the many, many steps the castle holds, her cloak just barely sweeping the floors as she passes by each empty hall. Itโs nice to see the castle without all of its inhabitants about. Even the paintings are quiet and asleep, hopefully the infamous ghosts are as well.
Eventually, she finds a dimly lit stairwell leading down towards a wall with two rusted gold colored snake torches. She descends down the stairs before standing at the bottom of them and staring at an empty wall. Surely something would have to be here. Itโs too big an area, too many hallways leading to this exact spot for it to be nothing but a crossroad. She looks down, noticing another snake symbol built into the very tiles that make up the floor. The Slytherin Common Room must be near. With one last look at the empty wall, she begins down another dim lit hallway.
She treads lightly, careful not to make noise, and careful to watch her surroundings for any magic that might frighten her in the darkness. She turns a corner slowly, backing away with a jump as she sees a faint figure standing at the end of one of the corridors.
โAh! There you are, Twila.โ Ah, Ms. McGonagall. With a smile, Twila begins walking towards her, her shoulders now relaxing as the professor's face slowly comes into view. โI was beginning to worry you had lost your way. It is such a big school after all, especially for a new student.โ
She chuckles at her words. โYes, it is.โ
Ms. McGonagall extends her hand, ushering me to her side. โCome. Professor Snape is waiting inside.โ She reaches for a rusted iron gate door, before pulling it open to, yet another, dark and eerie hallway, much smaller than the other corridors however. Twila follows her to a dead end, seemingly an old classroom, now mostly bare with torn banners, splintered benches, and cobwebs. And then, behind an old tattered desk, they see the infamous man along with the Headmaster. โSeverus, Professor Dumbledore, this is Twila DeLuna. Our newest Ravenclaw.โ
A sense of panic washes over Twila as she feels somewhat overwhelmed with all three of them having their eyes on her.
โMs. DeLuna, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.โ Dumbledore greets.
She gives him a small bow of respect as she warmly smiles back at him, though considering their exchange of letters over the summer, it is clear to Twila that he has extreme worries towards her. Just like Ilvermorny had.
โAs promised, Professor Snape will be helping us dissect your situation, and we are always around to ensure your time spent here is most comfortable. We are very pleased to have you here at Hogwarts, Twila. Now, we shall leave the two of you to discuss. Good luck.โ Ms. McGonagall finishes, smiling at Twila before walking towards the door.ย
โThank you, Severus.โ Headmaster whispers to Professor Snape, before bowing to Twila with a smile. โWelcome. We will do our best to help you. Always.โ And with that, he exits the room as well, leaving just Snape and her.
Despite Twilaโs dread, she was not the only one feeling anxious towards this meeting.ย
Professor Snape had spent his entire evening studying the little information he had about this girl in the short amount of time given to him. The deed had already taken a toll on him and he had yet to even begin. However, she has a rare case indeed, and he would be lying to himself if he said no part of him is invested, but he can still hardly grasp why it is his duty to handle the situation as opposed to a real professional.ย
With a sigh, Snape slowly makes his way back behind the desk. He keeps his eyes down, sitting in the deskโs chair almost as if heโs not even aware the girl is in the room with him. He picks up an envelope, similar to the one that had been given to Twila. He pulls out its contents and glances over the words while she stands there, waiting for him to address her, lecture her, tell her good morning, but nothing. Twila notes that his letter had already been torn open, and considering the worn folds and slightly torn edges, it had been read countless of times.
โI know why you have been sent here. To Hogwarts.โ He states, still having yet to glance up from the letter.
Twila shifts uncomfortably in the dark and cold room, not knowing the most appropriate way to act, stand, or respond.
He pauses, trying to think of the best way to ask this question while staying polite and non-threatening. โI was also told, you werenโt very honest about it at Ilvermorny. Is this true?โ He asks, finally setting down the paper to peer into her eyes with his dark, sullen ones.
Now she gulps. โItโs not the easiest thing for a child to admit to.โ
He nods slightly. โThat is understandable. Itโs alright, Iโm not angry with you. I wonโt force you to tell me everything, but we will need some information to properly move forward.โ
She looks at him, somewhat untrustworthy and remaining silent.
He looks back down at the desk with a sigh. Snape realizes Twila may have developed a fear and lack of trust with strangers due to the things he had read about her past. Heโll have to take a different approach. โHave you lived in the U.S. your whole life?โ He asks suddenly.
Twilaโs eyes perk up at this. She studies him for a moment. โYes.โ She nods hesitantly. โI grew up in Minnesota, but a few years ago my mom and I moved to New Orleans.โ
He simply nods at this. โWhat was it like living in Minnesota? Did you enjoy it there?โ He asks, satisfied with her previous answer for she seemed to be talking more.
She lets out a quiet, dry scoff. โNo.โ She answers, almost surprised by her own blunt honesty.
Snape, too, finds himself surprised by her response, eyeing her as if to study her character. He takes a moment to process this before speaking again. โAnd what do you find so unappealing about it?โ
โThe memories.โ She answers quietly, almost instantly.
The professor considers her answer for a long while, before asking her another question. โDo you prefer living in New Orleans?โ
She nods. โVery much. More culture. More wizards. More food.โ She chuckles to herself at the last part.
He eyes her in thought at this answer, fiddling with a left behind, dried pen on the desk. Sheโs continuing the conversation. Maybe if he stays on the topic of life, she will open up more. โAnd your family. You live with your mother, correct?โ
She nods.
He nods back. โAnd your father?โ He asks softly, almost knowingly.
She shifts uncomfortably, looking away before shrugging.
His face seems to deepen as he reads her body language. โDidโฆ something bad happen?โ He asks cautiously.
She shrugs again. โNoโฆ I justโ donโt know him.โ
โI see.โ He looks at me quietly. It could be nothing, but something in her answer makes her suspicious enough for him to press further into the subject. So, before she can change or avoid the matter, he asks another short question.โWhy?โ
She holds back a grumble, finding herself suddenly annoyed at the little therapy session she got herself into. โI stopped asking a long time ago.โ
He remains quiet for a while, looking into her eyes in the silent room. He notices the sadness behind the smile she shows. He wonders if he should press further. It is clear to him that this is a sensitive topic for her and he wants to be as respectful as possible while still getting answers from her. โDid you move to New Orleans for a fresh start?โ He asks.ย
โSomething like that.โ
Snape notes her evasiveness. The fact that she doesnโt give him any straight answer proves to him thereโs more than she is letting on. He lets out a deep sigh, somewhat annoyed at playing detective with her. He knows it will be rude of him to continue digging where clearly she does not want him to dig, so he decides to shift the conversation once more. โDid you enjoy your time at Ilvermorny?โ
She laughs softly at this. โNo.โ
Snape raises a brow in intrigue, leaning forward to press both his forearms into the desk. โIs it okay if I ask why? Iโve heard Ilvermorny is a good school.โ
โNot for everyone.โ She says, her eyes filling with a deep sense of story, sorrow, and darkness.
His demeanor softens somewhat, eyes flashing with memories of his own experiences when it came to gaining his education. He feels a sudden sympathy towards her. โIโve heard you had excellent grades at Ilvermorny. Was magic easy for you?โ
She shifts again. โNot alwaysโฆโ
Yet another sensitive subject. Sheโs avoiding something, something big, and he is fed up with tiptoeing around it when he hardly needed to be here to begin with. โThen what exactly was causing you so much trouble?โ He asks directly with a stern voice. He wanted a real answer from her.
She gulps at his change of tone, feeling like a child that has just gotten scolded by a parent. โI, umโฆโ She attempts to begin. โI was a late bloomer, butโฆ I developed fast. Faster than I could handleโฆ and it was hard- hard to control. And I got bullied. A lot.โ She swallows down a lump in her throat, not making eye contact with him. She doesnโt know why itโs so hard for her to talk about, but itโs the first time sheโs really sharing this story with anyone.
He notices her avoiding his gaze, struggling to find her words. As he had expected, school related trauma, much like his own. โDid something happen, Twila? Something that youโre trying to avoid?โ He asks straightforwardly, but in a gentle tone.
Her eyes suddenly feel empty as she stares down nothing in particular on the floor. She speaks quietly, but darkly, shamefully. โI looked for help in places I shouldnโt have.โ
Although cautious of the many things this could mean, he leans back in satisfaction, finally feeling like they are heading somewhere. He has a new understanding of something. He thinks about her answer for a while. โWhat exactly do you mean?โ He asks in a calm tone, hoping to get her to open up, but she canโt seem to find her voice.
He is to get nowhere today, though he still thinks the conversation went well, despite it being unfinished. Perhaps itโs best to let their conversation settle for the day and speak again another time. He sighs. โAlright.โ He stands from his spot, leaving the conversation where it is. โClass will begin shortly. I recommend we leave before the students exit their common rooms. It was nice speaking with you, Twila. We shall continue this at our next meeting.โ
Twila stands, letting out a breath she didnโt know she was holding in, relieved that their meeting is over for the day.
He reaches to shake her hand, which she accepts hesitantly, before she watches him exit the classroom. He stops just before the door can close, catching it with his heel. โCome along, now.โ He says with an impatient tone. She quickly races towards the door, exiting the room with him.
She walks with him down the hall until she sees the familiar cross section with the snake torches. She turns around to face Snape again, but when she does, heโs gone. Twila hums to herself, brows furrowed in confusion as she looks around for her teacher, but he is nowhere to be seen. She stands in the hall alone as she hears the distant sounds of feet shuffling and voices mumbling. The students are waking.
She strides slowly to her next class, seeing as she has the time. She takes a scenic route to Charms, strolling around the castle and looking at the paintings and decor as one student comes out of the common rooms, then 10, then 100, then more.ย
Surprisingly, Twila is not the first to enter the classroom. In fact, a decent amount of students are already seated and speaking amongst themselves. She sees the familiar short blonde waves that adorn Celiaโs head, barely contrasting with the yellow of the girlโs uniform. Celia smiles as her friend enters and gestures to a spot next to her. Twila makes her way over, but not before she recognizes another face.ย
Ominis sits on the opposite side of the classroom besides another young man she didnโt recognize quite yet.. She feels the push to go over and greet her new friend, however she hears Jewelโs words echo through her head and decides against it, continuing to sit next to Celia instead.
Could Gaunts really be that bad? She asks herself, now cautious of the stranger she had only met the day before, curious of what dark secrets lie behind his seemingly kind face.
In the corner of her eye, Twila notices Ominis and his friend speaking. The stranger listens to Ominis speak for a moment before looking Twilaโs way. She glances at him as he studies her, but she turns back to Celia just as quickly. It is clear that Ominis was speaking about her and she had caught the attention of his friend. However, she chooses to ignore it and sets down her notebook to write notes as, head of her house, Professor Flitwick begins his lecture.
Twila jots down a last sentence about a concealment charm the professor had mentioned. She'll have to look more into that later. Then, she packs up her things, following Celia out the door, but not before passing by Ominis first.
โHello, Twila.โ He greets softly.
โHey.โ Is all she responds back, before guiltily exiting the room. However, something was not making sense to Ominis.
Out into the hallway, Twila parts ways with Celia to stride to her next class, after the latter bids the young girl good luck. An โinteresting choice of electivesโ as Jewel would put it, however what Twila had left out was she was not only taking Arithmancy, Divination, and Ancient Runes, but that she was taking N.E.W.T. level Arithmancy, Divination, and Ancient Runes. A secret to spare her the embarrassment of being โextremely Ravenclawโ. Sure she is one, but they neednโt know how much of one.
She enters the classroom, 7 students total sitting in chairs across the room. A bystander would not think someone like Twila would be interested in such a class, let alone the brains to fly through it. She sticks out like a sore thumb, especially with being outnumbered in a room full ofโฆ academic looking boys, let's just say.
The boys whisper amongst her, watching as she sits down and finds a blank sheet of parchment to write on, however, Twila blows this off with ease, much more interested in the information this class would present her with. As class goes on, Twila can hardly put her pen down, constantly scribbling down different thoughts and ideas about runes that come to her mind as the professor speaks.
After lunch, Twila heads to her last class of the day, Transfiguration, which she is not at all excited for, and for the second time that day, she sees Ominis, sitting in the back of their third shared class. However this time, they are both without their friends.
She quietly sits beside him, her hands in her lap.
โHey, Twila.โ He says cautiously, remembering her acting strangely towards him just a few hours before.
โHello.โ She responds rather shyly, and those are the only words they exchange the entire class.
When the professor dismisses the room to work on their reading assignment, Twila shuts her book with a deep sigh, slouching down into her seat exhaustedly, mind already having been spent from her previous N.E.W.T. classes.
Ominis opens his mouth before shutting it again, turning his head towards the front of the classroom. This lasts for approximately 3 seconds before he turns back towards the girl. โTwila, is something the matter?โย
She looks at him for a moment, studying his worried brows. She lets out a breath. โI suck at Transfiguration.โ She states bluntly.
He chuckles at her response. โMost donโt really have a knack for this subject. Iโm sure youโre not the only one.โ He reassures her.
โLuckily I have next hour open to study more.โ She says, sitting up in her chair to gather her papers and pencil.
His face seems to light up at her words, his body straightening out as he faces her. โAs do I. Would you like to study together? We can go to the library.โ He offers.
Twila smiles at this. โSure. Iโve been dying to see what this library looks like.โ
His face brightens even further. "Oh, you'll be in for a treat. The library is huge. It's full of ancient scrolls and tomes, youโre going to love it."
She smiles softly, struggling to believe the things Jewel said about this boy.
As the clock strikes 3:05 the class is over and the two both leave the room together. Their way to the library, Ominis asks her a question, trying to get to know her better. โSo, you said youโre from America?โ He asks curiously.
She nods. โYeah, I grew up in one of the northern states.โ
โThe North? What is it like there?โ He asks, as they slowly make their way through the lush green courtyard.
โCold.โ She chuckles.
He chuckles along with her. โI bet itโs very cold during the winter, isnโt it?โ
She shrugs. โI suspect itโs not too different from here, same latitude and all. Though Iโm not sure how weather works in the wizarding worldโฆโ She trails off in thought with a raised brow.
He furrows his brows at this suggestion, before finding himself now pondering the possibilities of magical influence on the weather. โPerhaps it may be different. Iโve actually never given it a thought.โ He shakes his head before he too gets lost in his own mind. โAnyways, tell me about your family. What are they like?โ
She picks at the ribbing of her sleeve. โWellโฆโ She begins reluctantly. โI live with my momโฆ thatโs about it actually.โ
Ominis notices a hint of sadness in her voice as she speaks of this. โI take it you grew up with just your mom?โ He asks with a concerned expression on his face.
โI grew up in my grandmother's house actually. I used to have a huge family. We were a loud bunch; wild and, debatably, insane at times, but things were fun. Eventually my grandma passed and everyone kinda justโฆ went away. Now itโs just my mom and I.โ She finishes softly.
Ominis tilts his head towards the floor. โIโm sorry. I know how hard it is to lose someone.โ His eyes almost seem a lighter shade of blue as he says this. โYou said your family was wild? Did they cast all sorts of crazy spells when you were growing up?โ He asks with a smile.
She chuckles at this. โU-uhโฆ yeah.โ She answers quietly, but he notices the hesitation in her voice. Ominis ignores the urge to pry, instead guiding her into the quiet but abnormally large library, where they find a table to seat themselves at. As they enter, Twilaโs jaw drops as she darts her head to and fro to take in all of her surroundings.
Ominis takes her silence as awe, smiling when he hears her astonished โwhoaโ. โItโs beautiful, isnโt it?โ He says with excitement in his voice.
โYeahโฆโ She says breathily, slowly dropping into her seat as her eyes stay glued to the ceiling. Eventually, she brings herself down enough to bring out her transfiguration book like they had intended to do, carefully skimming over the page in silence.
Suddenly, Ominis turns to Twila. โMay I ask you a question.โ He says in a calm voice. Her head perks up from the book, turning towards him. He nearly hesitates, but his concern gets the best of him. โSorry, but I must ask. Why were you acting so strange this morning? You seemed bothered? Did I do something to upset you?โ He asks genuinely.
As she hears this, she sighs, letting her hand fall flat against the book. โSomeoneโฆ told me that I should stay away from you because youโreโฆ a Gaunt. But, I donโt want to believe that youโre a bad person.โ She admits nervously, hoping that, if itโs true, he wonโt take advantage of the fact that she trusts him.
He is surprised by this revelation. Although he is aware of the reputation and rumors that go around because of his family name, he is shocked Twila had discovered them so quickly and been nearly affected by them. โI see.โ He says disappointedly, wondering just who would tell her to go to such extreme lengths. โWell, whoever told you that is quite mistaken. While it is unfortunately true the reputation my family has, I assure you I am against their practices and have gone as far as disowning my home because of it. I donโt want to be like themโฆโ
She nods softly, feeling guilty for bringing it up. โI can tell you donโt.โ She states empathetically.ย
He smiles. โI am glad you understand. You would be one of few to separate me from my family name. But, it is alright if you still feel cautious to get close. I understand it will take some time for you to trust me.โ
Twila frowns. โI do trust you, and Iโm sorry for making assumptions. I just donโt know who to trust anymore, especially when it comes to those on the opposite side of the world. Hogwarts feels like a new dimension to me.โ She chuckles sadly, taking another look around the foreign library.
A light chuckle emerges from his throat, fondly smiling as he imagines her situation. โHogwarts is indeed a new dimension to explore and the people are quite different from American witches and wizards. I suppose itโs a bit difficult to trust anyone nowadays though.โ He says with a slight shrug. โDo you feel homesick at all?โ
โA little.โ She says, running her finger over the thin textbook pages. โBut in a way, Iโm kind of glad to be away for a while.โ
He furrows his brows, interest piqued from this. He feels as though there is more to be said behind her words, but again, he refrains from prying. โHow do you find Hogwarts compares to Ilvermorny so far?โ
She shrugs. โHonestly, itโs not too different on a basic level. Hogwarts is definitely older though. It has far more history and traditions, a lot more prestigious as well. My friends warned me of the different social classes at Hogwarts and I admit Iโm still a little nervous about it all. Itโs so different from how we see things in America.โ
He takes note of her anxiousness as she speaks, but again his curiosity is piqued. โIn America, things are much more relaxed, I presume?โย
Twilaโs cheek grows raw as she nibbles on the inside of it, finding the right way to put her words. โIn a way, yes. But in many ways, no.โ She leans back in her chair, pondering over her home country's issues. โIn America, we tend not to care much about blood status. A wizard is a wizard, to most anyway. But while America isnโt particularly prejudiced against half-bloods or muggleborns, they are very prejudiced against muggles. It just became legal, only a few years back, that a wizard and no-maj could marry again. But, clearly, there are issues still, considering the new laws they are trying to pass.โ Ominis raises a brow at this for her to continue. She sighs. โSome people want to pass a law that states any magical child with muggle parents be taken from their families once they receive their magic. That way the parents are never exposed to our world.โ She finishes with a frown.
Ominis is completely stunned to hear this, feeling that America sounded more like a dystopia than anything. โThey want to take away the children from their parents?โ He turns to Twila, disgust and confusion building in his voice.
She lets out a dry chuckle. โThatโs America for you. Itโs not the first time theyโve passed some crazy, inhuman law, trust me, wizarding world or otherwise.โ She rests her head into her hand, slumping over the desk.
However, despite Twilaโs casual nature towards the subject she is clearly more than used to, Ominis can stillย barely wrap his head around this new information. โDo muggleborn children have no say in the matter? Surely the parents would protest, do they not?โย
She shrugs once more. โI believe they wish to obliviate the parents, that way theyโd never even remember they had a child in the first place. Then they throw the child into a wizard orphanage or something.โ Twila didnโt look into the law too much, the little bit of information she had heard was enough to make her feel extremely distant from her own community.ย
He looks at her in horror, just the idea alone sounding terrifying to him. โThatโs awful. I canโt imagine living with no memory of my own family. How can they justify this type of hatred?โ
โThe same way people over here can justify murdering muggleborn, I suppose.โ She answers sadly, remembering all the things Jewel mentioned about the Death Eater population that used to reside here only a few years ago.
Ominis goes quiet, sighing at her words as he understands Americaโs logic just a little bit better now after considering his own experiences on the large island he himself grew up on. โAre muggleborns treated like that in America as well?โ He asks with concern.ย
โNot by the government anyways. MACUSA claims theyโd be protecting muggleborns with such a law, and I think they actually believe that too. Itโs muggles they despise so deeply, all because one man a hundred years ago tried to expose the wizarding world and they haven't been the same since.โ
He nods. โWhat about your family? Are they okay with you coming to Hogwarts and being with muggleborns and half-bloods?โ
She pauses for just a bit too long and it doesnโt go unnoticed by him. โOf courseโฆ My family has no problem with them or muggles. We see everyone as equal.โ
He lifts his head, studying her words carefully. โI see.โ He responds quietly and calmly, but not in a convinced manner. He considers everything they had talked about so far, her views, her family, the way she acts, her hesitancy, then it clicks in his mind. โI see.โ He repeats once more as everything comes together more clearly now, but he decides not to reveal anything so as to not make her feel uncomfortable. โShall we continue studying?โ
For a moment, Twila is caught off guard by him switching subjects so suddenly, yet is more than happy to go along with it. However, she is much more cautious with her reading, on edge and waiting for him to press into the previous subjects again at any moment.
Once studying for a while, Twila checks the time. โI think dinnerโs starting soon, should we head out?โ
โAlready?โ Ominis asks, stretching from all the studying they had done today. โI can walk with you there if youโd like.โ He offers with a kind smile.
She smiles back, standing with him as they both collect their things and head out of the large room. They walk with a slight awkward silence between them, as Ominis contemplates what he could say to her. Before he can gather the courage to say anything, they arrive at the entrance of the Great Hall. โWell, I think my friends are waiting for me. But-...โ She pauses for a moment. โWould you like to meet every Tuesday after class to study? We could make the library our spot?โ She suggests with a smile.
Ominis is caught off guard by this suggestion at first, considering his previous growing suspicions of her. Nonetheless, he accepts happily. โThat sounds like a great idea, Twila. I would like that.โ
Her smile grows at this.ย โSounds good. See you in Charms tomorrow.โ
And with that, she heads to her table, her three friends all waiting for her there.ย They ask her about her day and she tells them, leaving out just little minute details about her new friend whom she had agreed to meet with regularly now.
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Chapter One
Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys
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Note: So, a little backstory, this series is based off of my DR, but I failed to shift, so I thought I'd just turn it into a fic lol. Also, I wrote Hogwarts as if it's a highschool/university as opposed to a middle school/high school. So, 1st year is age 16, 2nd is 17, 6th is 21, etc. This combines multiple timelines and makes no sense canonically so don't fact check me ๐คฃ
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The constant rumble of the tracks shakes a train car, bouncing a young woman in her seat on a particularly cold September morning. Her head taps against the glass window, as she tries her best to ignore it and the constant chatter around her. She adjusts her bag, so her temple knocks into that instead, leaning into it with a tired grumble as she slips back into a just barely more comfortable sleep.
โHow could you possibly be sleeping now? Have you not been thinking about this moment for years?โ
With a groan, she leans up to face her friend, Jewel, who looks at her with a confused look. โMaybe because weโve been up for the past 3 days talking about it.โ
Celia buds in. โLet her sleep. Sheโll need it.โ She says with a particularly knowing giggle,
โEspecially if the first person youโre introducing her to is him.โ Penelope giggles as well, nudging Jewel on the arm, who guiltily smiles in return.
Jewel had told the young girl lots about her Hogwarts friends, but she had yet to meet most of them. She was introduced to Penelope and Celia only a few days back, when she first arrived in London. Jewelโs father was kind enough to let her stay at their manor for the few days leading up to their 7th year.
While the trio pester and tease each other, the girl sneaks back into her dream world, slipping as peacefully back into sleep as the train tracks will allow her to.
โWeโre here, Twila! Get up!โ
Damn. That was quick. She thinks to herself.
Her bag drops from being against the window to sitting in her lap as Penelope yanks her arm. Twila quickly slings the bag over her shoulder just before itโs out of her grasp as she rises out of her seat. โPenelope, hold on.โ She says with a chuckle. Jewelโs long, light brown hair bounces not too far in front of them, as she leads the four of them off the car. Their suitcases are piled up on the sidewalk just outside the locomotive, steam still hissing and rolling above the train cars, filling the air with its industrial scent.
โWelcome, students. Everyone follow this way please.โ
The four of them, amongst the many other students, walk through a dark, luscious green forest until they finally see โitโ emerge from the trees in all of its glory.
Twila stands in amazement. The school is ginormous, just how she imagined it to be. Itโs already so magical and she hadnโt seen anything but the bricks that hold everything together. Ilvermorny had been big, but this is on a completely different scale. She didnโt even know how much time passed or what direction she was walking, for she was too busy admiring the view.
She watches the first years get sorted into their houses. Unfortunately, Twila had met some of her professors before the start of school and was sorted in private. However, seeing how all eyes were on the first years now as the hat speaks to them, she๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝs somewhat relieved for that. Afterwards, the students gather in the Great Hall to mingle after the start of term banquet, which was just as grand as the rest of the school.ย
โCome, Twila. I want to introduce you to someone!โ Jewel says right before her shriek erupts through the room, causing a certain blond boy to turn around. โAh! Iโve missed you, Malfoy!โ
โJewel, itโs only beenโ what? 3 months??โ
Heโs not what Twila has expected him to look like. Not in a bad way, of course, just different. Though, she supposes the only thing Jewel ever talked about was his attitude, hair, and money.
He makes sudden eye contact with her, seeing how she hovers just a few feet behind his childhood friend. โWhose that?โ He says quietly, nudging Jewel for her attention.
โOh!โ She pulls away from the hug to gesture towards her. โThis is Twila. Sheโs my best friend from Ilvermorny I told you about.โ
He nods very, very slowly as he almost looks down upon the new girl. โOhโฆ I see.โ Nonetheless, he extends his hand to hers. โDraco. Nice to meet you.โHe takes a glance back at Jewel, clearing his throat before looking back at the other girl. โWhat do you think of Hogwarts so far?โ
โItโs goodโฆ so far anyways.โ Twila chuckles nervously, trying to come off as friendly, but she notices how the boy seems unimpressed and unwelcoming.
โI suppose youโve already been sorted? Iโm Slytherin, if you were wondering.โ A cocky, proud smirk grows on his lips.
Thereโs the attitude Jewel had warned her about. โUh, yeah. Ravenclaw.โ She smiles, but it quickly drops when he begins to laugh.
โItโs been a pleasure meeting you, Twila, really, but I must be getting back.โ He says, still having a chuckle in his voice as he walks back to his large group of friends.
Jewel rolls her eyes, turning back to Twila to notice her confused look. โThatโs just him. Youโll get used to it. โShe chuckles. โCome. Iโll show you up to Ravenclaw towerโ but donโt expect me to walk with you up there for the rest of the year. I canโt get caught on that side of the school. Too many stairs as well. Ugh.โ Twila rolls her eyes with a smile, following beside her friend.
As they walk through the endless corridors, including up a staircase that magically disappears and reappears, they pass by an oddly empty side of the school. Everyone must still be downstairs visiting one another. Twila supposes it would be just like her to be the first student to rush back to her dorm. Then, the two hear voices echo down the hall.
โAnd what if I refuse? It is just like Dumbledore to throw helpless children around to whomever is willing to clean up his responsibilities.โย
โSeverus, please. They had all but disposed of her because they were simply too lazy to dissect this problem themselves.โ
Jewel pulls Twila aside, hiding the two of them around a corner and she peeks to watch the professors argue over something. โThatโs Professor Snape, Head of my house. Quite cruel at times. Itโll be in your best interest to avoid him as much as possible.โ
Twila scoffs internally at this. If only she could.
They continue to listen, watching as best as they can.
โSo, I suppose this is my burden now? No consultation or anything? Just leave the child at my doorstep?โ Snape exclaims in annoyance.
Ms. McGonagall, who Twila had written to many times over the summer, softly drops her arms in frustration. โPlease, just have a moment with her. And if you still wish to refuse, then Dumbledore has promised to remove her from your hands.โ
He sighs, crossing his arms as he puts up a cold front. โAlright. You have me. For now.โ He states sternly. โBut be sure to set your expectations low. I can only imagine this child will get on my last nerve and quickly.โ
Ms. McGonagall chuckles. โI trust she will be safe in your hands, Severus. Iโm sure it will mean everything to her. Thank you again for helping.โ She turns to walk away, before remembering something. โOh, and be sure to give her this in class tomorrow.โ She reaches into her green cloak pocket, pulling out an almond colored envelope before slipping it to him.
Twila eyes the envelope as Snape does the same. She wonders what it says, though she knows sheโll be finding out soon enough.
Jewel lets out a thoughtful hum, not focusing on their words as much as sheโs concerned whether theyโre leaving yet or not. Once out of sight, she walks out from their โhiding spotโ and they continue down the next stairwell. โWhatever that was about.โ She scoffs. โAnyways, hereโs your common room, the riddleโs for you and your brainy selves to figure out.โ Twila smiles, glancing at the bird on the door, its bronze wings shielding its body. โAlright, well, best get settled in then. Class begins bright and early tomorrow. Oh, and donโt roam too far around the castle alone, never know who youโll run into.โ She flashes Twila a smile before heading back down the stairs.
With a sigh, Twila enters her common room, making her way towards her dorm. The riddle wasnโt too difficult for her to figure out. Her room is small, but cozy with lots of antique woods, rusty coppers, and wonder filled blues. Not to mention, the view the tower held over the rest of the castle. Itโs beautiful. She couldnโt wait to start making it hers.
She eyes her luggage that magically made its way to her room while she was busy eating earlier. She lazily plops onto her bed with a huff. She had a long day already and suspected an even longer one tomorrow. She should get some rest, unpacking can wait for another day.
She lays her head on the nicely fluffed pillow, tracing the golden astrological symbols etched into the ceiling. Iโm a long way from home. She thinks to herself. But she is here for a purpose.
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The next day, Twila wakes up with a light heart, an airy feeling in her chest that flutters both in excitement and fear as she lays in her bed, unaware of the busy day before her.
She removes the covers from her body and walks to her still unpacked suitcase, hoping to pull out two matching items. She chuckles to herself at some of the things she finds. She had quite a reputation for herself at Ilvermorny for being the weird girl and her clothes did not help with this stereotype. She told herself that sheโd start fresh here and be her most unapologetically authentic self. That she wouldnโt cower away just because she was different. After all, she had crafted many of these items herself and she worked too hard to be so ashamed of what her mind craved to bring to life.
But it seems it was an easier plan to agree to when she was still in the comfort of her home. Now, having traveled across the ocean, sheโs beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe I should have brought something to blend in with for the first day, just to help me feel comfortable while I adjust. But itโs too late now. Go big or go home. She thinks.
Ugh, I should really mind American slang while Iโm here.
She throws on her most normal set of clothes, all of which she had specially made to match the Ravenclawโs aesthetic, then heads out into the main common room area.
The room is more lively than she had imagined it being, considering the houseโs stereotypes Jewel had told her about, though she thinks it could just be first day jitters.ย
She awkwardly smiles as she passes students by, some taller, some shorter, and many younger than her. She squeezes by bodies of people, her book bag beginning to slip off her shoulder, causing her robes to follow suit. She huffs, adjusting it back into place as she finally reaches the door. She nervously follows the rest of the students through the castle, assuming theyโd bring her to where she needs to go, and luckily they do. Once in the cafeteria, her anxiety only peaks. She had nearly forgotten her least favorite part about school.
Voices and laughter bounce off the castle walls. The students she followed to the Great Hall now scatter in different directions, some sitting down, some chatting with friends, and some speaking with the professors. She stands in the center of the doorway as students from each of the houses surround her, taking up the giant room. She can feel nervousness seeping into her at the sight. What if everyone's eyes suddenly land on her, the whole school laughing at her while she stands like an idiot in the center of the room? Sheโd need to figure herself out quickly before others take notice.ย
Okay. Yellow table, thatโs for Hufflepuff. Or is it Gryffindorโฆ? Doesnโt Gryffindor have yellow in it? But then which one is-
โMerlin, Twila. Come on.โ Jewel suddenly pops into view, chuckling at Twila as she guides her down the center of the room. Twila follows behind, her brain just barely catching up to her friend with all the commotion around them.ย
โGryffindor.โ She points, continuing to strut past students. โHufflepuff. Slytherin, the most amazing people youโll ever meet. And youโฆ are here!โ She spins around, hands on her hips, as she proudly presents Twila a spot at the blue table. โIโll see you in the Library later, alright?โ She winks, quickly turning to walk back to her own table.
Right. โWhere is that?โ
Jewel smiles. โTrust me. It will find you.โ She calls over her shoulder before finding her way back to the green table, sitting herself next to a familiar blond boy. Jewel gives Twila a thumbs up, which Draco sees and follows his friends gaze to glance at the new girl as well.
The second Twila sees him look over, she immediately looks elsewhere, not wanting to deal with him again, at least not so early in the morning.
The rest of the blue cladded students pile around her, talking amongst themselves. Twila listens in on their conversations, trying to get a grasp on the things they talk about, how they speak, things that happen around the school, anything to ground herself with, but she resorts to slowly picking at the food in front of her, which even that is so different from what she is used to. Her current state doesnโt help with her insecure feelings either, but hopefully Ms. McGonagall is right and everything will finally get resolved. Though Twila has her doubts. Many, painful doubts.
Breakfast ends after many long minutes and the students mumble and grumble their way out the door and to their first classes of the school year.ย
Twila takes a deep breath. Just two more meals to get through and Iโll be back in my dorm. Alright, Herbology. And what does Jewel mean the Library will find me? You know, this whole magic thing is starting to get on my nerves. Constant nonsense. But, I guess that is the pointโฆ
With a frustrated groan, Twila opens her bag and pulls out the map McGonagall had given her. She really doesnโt want to have to use it since it seems to scream โnew kidโ, but she has no choice. She panics as more and more students leave the Great Hall, as she desperately searches the large map for one single, simple word. Class would be starting soon and who knows how many miles sheโd have to cross to find where sheโs required to be. Unfortunately, the map does nothing to help. In fact, it only makes her that much more confused.
โYou wonโt be needing that.โ
And just like that, the map is yanked up and out of her hands. She holds herself back from rolling her eyes in annoyance and turns to face her first bullyโ orโ bullies, both of them, identical to each other.
They smile widely, ginger hair framing their faces, which were oddly kind looking for bullies. The one rolls the paper map into a scroll, handing it back to her. โNew girl.โ He states.
โAmerican, Iโve heard?โ The other one chips in with a wide grin. Twila looks between the two of them, not fully grasping their intentions just yet, but finding herself somewhat amused by them. They chuckle. โWhere are you heading?โ
She scratches the back of her neck. โUmโฆ Herbology?โ
They nod, making the same exact head movement and sound.ย
โRight, youโll want to head that way. Youโll know youโre there when you see the, you knowโฆ plants.โ They chuckle together.
โSee you around, America.โ
And like that, theyโre gone, lost in the sea of students.
Putting the map back in her bag, Twila does as they say until she finds the, you know, plants. As she enters the classroom, she sees that everyone is already settled in the stools. She tries to sneak by everyone to the nearest open spot, but her appearance is clear to everyone, eyes following her as she walks deeper into the classroom. She places her bag down onto the floor beside her, silently looking around the classroom as the professor begins instructing.
โI wouldnโt make a habit out of arriving late to class. It makes a poor first impression.โ A voice calls lazily from behind her.
She spins in her chair with a taken aback look, coming face to face with a boy who has dirty blond hair and cloudy blue eyes. โThereโs been an awful lot of talk about you.โ He continues, staring off into the distance with his face resting against his palm. Damn. Itโs only the first day and thereโs already talk about me? โDonโt worry, mostly positive.โ He says, almost as if he had read her mind.
โMostly?โ She asks with sudden questioning interest in the boy.
He chuckles light, going silent as the professor glances their way for a moment, before continuing. โSo, what is your name?โ The boy asks quietly as the professor faces away from the two of them.
โTwila. DeLuna.โ
He smiles just slightly, reaching his hand out in her general direction to shake hers. โOminis. Blind.โ
Her eyes widen at this bluntly stated information, her hand loosening in his grip. โOhโฆโ
He chuckles, pulling his hand away to rest back against the desk. โIt helps to put it out there right away. So, how are you liking Hogwarts?โ
The two continue to chat throughout class, which goes by surprisingly quickly for Twila despite it being a rather uneventful class.
โYouโll get used to the routines eventually, and trust me, there are many routines. Good luck out there, Twila. And donโt hesitate to ask for help if you need it. I know a few secrets myself if youโre ever interested.โ Ominis gives her a friendly smile just before he exits into the hallway as class is dismissed.
Her next class, however, does not grant her the speed she would have liked.
She follows the rest of the students out, standing in the leafy Herbology hall as she digs for her schedule. Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape. She gulps at the name, remembering all that her and Ms. McGonagall had discussed. Another bit of unfortunate news for her is that the class is on the opposite side of the school.
She continues onward, walking the corridors until she walks through a door that leads her to an open bridge. The warm sun shines down on her face when suddenly three students fly just above her head on their brooms, the wind swishing past causing her robes to levitate. The other students seem unphased by this, but she canโt help but admire the Scottish Highlands as she walks forward until the next building consumes her view.
She finally enters the dark tower and sheโs shocked when she is overcome by its gentle and classical aesthetic. Not what she had expected from a Dark Arts building.
She stands to the side, looking at her map once more, when suddenly she feels some type of fluff brush against her leg. She looks down to see a small creature looking up at her. Cats. They have cats in the school.
After going up and down the stairs,ย and then back up and back down, she finally finds the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. She scurries to the nearest open seat as Professor Snape stares her down from his desk. He must recognize her already. She adjusts herself awkwardly under his intense gaze, until he goes back to his work, waiting for class to begin.
Shortly after, a group of laughter enters through the door and Twila sees a familiar blond approach her section. His group makes their way to some of the open seats surrounding, while their leader struts to one right next to her. Itโs not until heโs nearly sitting in his chair that he seems to notice her. He furrows his brows as he seats himself fully, a smirk rising to his face as he looks at her. โWhat are you doing here in this class? It's much too advanced for the likes of you, you must have been given the wrong schedule. Class for the regulars is after lunch, not beforeโ Draco says in a rude and condescending way.
"I do have the ability to study, mind you." She responds dryly.
He rolls his eyes. โOh, I'm sure you do, Ravenclaw.โ He chuckles. โBut a N.E.W.T. level class? Do you even know what that means?โ He asks with a smug smile, speaking to her as if she were a small child.
"I'll know what it means when I pass mine and you don't." A small smirk pulls on her lips.
He scoffs, turning to sit forward in his seat. โGood luck with that. Only the best witches and wizards succeed in that, and wellโฆ look at you.โย
She smiles ever so slightly. โWeโll see.โ
He looks at her with a smirk. โAre you challenging me?โ He says with another condescending laugh, feeling almost amused by her behavior.ย
Twila lets out a small scoff, playing with a pencil on her desk.ย โIโm shocked you even remembered me.โย
โHardly. Itโs difficult remembering someone as forgettable as you. A Ravenclaw in a N.E.W.T. class, you might as well be invisible.โ He finishes with a smirk, laughing to himself as some of his friends nearby join along.
She rolls her eyes, turning back towards her desk. She didnโt have time for this, especially not in front of Snape.
However, Draco doesnโt seem to mind the professor, continuing with a chuckle, leaning into the desk nonchalantly. โCome on. Youโre the American girl, right? Jewelโs newest addition to her crew of servants.โ He rolls his eyes at the infamous group of friends, now recruiting their fourth member. He then faces the front of the classroom, dismissing her.
She had nearly forgotten all the things Jewel had warned her about Draco. She couldnโt be caught with her guard down around him, or any Slytherin for that matter. โI believe she introduced me as โbest friendโ.โ She states, which immediately gets his attention back.
He scoffs, shaking his head. โYou must be deaf. She said โbest friend from Americaโ and last I recall, youโre her only friend from that forsaken country. Naturally thatโd put you in first place. So, congratulations. But hereโ well, Iโm sure itโs only a matter of time before youโre forgotten amongst the rest.โ A sly smirk forms on his face.
I canโt believe this is the close friend Jewel told me about for all these years. โYou seem oddly competitive to be her number one.โ Twila says with a smirk.
His face twists into a grimace. โYou can have her all you want. But trust me, from her standpoint, there is no competition between you and I.โ He says more like a warning.
And perhaps he may be right about that, however, โHer and I are closer than you think.โ
He raises a dubious eyebrow at her. โReally? And how long have you two even known each other?โ
โTen years.โ She states proudly. โSheโs told me a lot about you.โ
Heโs caught off guard by this at first, squinting his eyes at her in curiosity, but soon he scoffs. โTen years.โ He repeats. โFunny. She hardly mentions you at all, for having such a โclose friendshipโ.โ And with that, he faces away.
Damn. This would be harder than I thought.
Class continues as Twila expected, long and boring. The subject wasnโt exactly a new one for her, so fortunately she wasnโt completely clueless. However, she notices Professor Snape glance at her every now and again, and she knows exactly why. He is studying her. Trying to learn her situation from afar. Honestly, she was guilty for doing the same. She would be working closely with him in these coming months, after all. It would be wise to learn what makes him tick.
Eventually, class is dismissed and students once again pour out the door.
Draco talks with his friends, ignoring Twila like he did the whole remainder of the class, this is until Professor Snape trudges their way.ย
His hand emerges from his dark cloak and in it resides a letter. The letter. โTwila.โ He states.
She looks up, eyes wide. โYโ, uh, Yes, Professor?โ
He hands her the letter in silence before resigning back to his desk.
She stares at the familiar envelope in her hands with a quiet, but dreadful sigh, grazing her thumb over its red wax seal.ย
Draco eyes her closely as she stands up, completely abandoning his friends to follow her out the door. โAnd what is that exactly?โ He asks from behind her, attempting to peer over her shoulder.
She spins around to face him, quickly hiding the note in her bag. โOh, suddenly youโre interested in my existence?โ She smirks.
He rolls his eyes.โCurious as to what the hell makes you special.โ He forces a grimace onto his face. However, the fact that he is still interested in her letter, despite displaying a strong dislike for her, tells Twila more.
She scoffs, beginning to walk away again. โNothing you need to be concerned with.โ She says, choosing to ignore any other rude comments he has to say to her. As he stands silent, she can only sigh before taking her map out again.
He groans when he sees the paper, immediately trying to shield it away. โPlease. Put that thing away before someone sees you. I canโt believe a well respected Slytherin like Jewel would pick up someone like you.โ He mutters the last part under his breath. โWhere are you trying to go?โ He asks irritatedly, checking the halls for observers.
โPotions.โ Twila answers, equally as annoyed now, stuffing her map away.
โJust follow me, I have potions next as well. Lucky me, I get to have you in my presence for another hour.โ He grumbles as he leads her forward down the cobbled hallway.
โTrust me, the honorโs all mine.โ She states sarcastically, following him at a slight distance with her arms crossed.
As the two walk, Draco continuously glances over his shoulder at Twila, a hint of amusement in his eyes and a smug smirk on his face. โDonโt get so huffy, Twila.โ He chuckles. โItโs probably the only emotion youโre capable of.โ He mutters under his breath.
She holds back an eye roll. โIโve been told Iโm not the only one.โ She says quietly to herself.
Draco stops in his tracks when he hears this. โWhat was that?โ He says, facing towards her.
โYou heard me.โ She says, strolling past him with a smirk.
He glares at her back, but an oh so small smirk plays at the corner of his lips. โYou know, maybe itโs the American in you, but most people donโt dare speak to me that way.โ
Draco is good at acting intimidating, sheโll give him that, but itโs clear to her that itโs just a front. She faces him again. โWhat way?โ She says with a daring smile.
He scoffs and smiles, walking closer to her. โItโs rather bold of you to be speaking to me in that tone. Most people have learned the hard way not to disrespect a Malfoy.โ
She scoffs back. โIn case you havenโt noticed, Iโm from America. Malfoy doesnโt mean a thing to me.โ She smirks.
โDo you not understand? Surely Jewel would have told you just who I am, who my father is.โ He says, leaning closer to her. โMy family has a lot of influence here. Iโm someone youโll want to respect.โ He smirks.
โClearly not enough to be known overseas. And weโll see about that.โ She teases again. She knows sheโs getting herself into dangerous territory, but she just couldnโt stop herself. Itโs as if her wit has a mind of its own.
He takes a step closer, now invading her personal space. โYouโd do best to watch your tongue, Twila. You might find your stay at Hogwarts very uncomfortable. No one likes a big mouth.โ
Her smirk grows even further, as he seemed to just keep setting himself up for her next comments. โThen why do you keep talking?โ
Dracoโs eyes flutter in confusion as heโs taken aback by her response. He had always been used to people doing as he says, but she doesnโt back away from his intimidation and he finds it annoying that he doesnโt have the same influence as usual. โWellโโ He starts, stammering over his words as he tries to narrow his eyes in forced irritation. โItโs because I want to. That doesnโt change the fact that you shouldnโt.โ He continues to stare at her.
Twila giggles at his lame comeback and continues walking again.
He sighs from behind her, more annoyed than ever, but he quickly catches up to her and grabs her shoulders and forces her to face him once more. โLook at me, Ravenclaw.โ He says in a stern voice, forcing authority into his tone. He wasnโt used to people ignoring his orders.
She raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not impressed by this tough act heโs putting on and equally as annoyed.
This was the first time Draco has met a Ravenclaw with this much attitude. At this point, he just gives up, looking down at her in pure confusion as he drops his arms back down to his sides. โYou really are a weird Ravenclaw, arenโt you?โ He says with his infamous grimace.
She scoffs. โI thought I was so forgettable?โ
He rolls his eyes. โYouโre still rather unimportant to me.โ He says now with a smirk. โWhat did Snape give you?โ He asks once again.
She rolls her eyes with a groan, entering the potions classroom as she ignores his question.
He follows closely behind, smirking and waiting for her to speak. โWhatโs so important that you wonโt tell me?โ He follows her to her seat.
She covers her face, groaning into her hands as he asks again. He smirks, enjoying the reactions heโs getting out of her. โIt must be something bad, right? What is it?โ He asks again.
โYes, Iโm getting expelled on my first day.โ Twila says sarcastically.
He raises a brow at her sarcasm. โSo, youโre not in trouble? Why do you act like youโre hiding something then?โ
โBecause itโs none of your business.โ She states simply.
He canโt help but smile at her boldness. โWell, I hope youโre aware Iโm not going to stop asking until you tell me.โย
She sighs, pulling out her potions book as class begins. She canโt understand why he cares so much. Maybe Jewel told him that he has to be friends with me or something.
Professor Slughorn dismisses the class to their own groups to make a potion. Twila looks at Draco in the corner of her eye as he continuously stares at her throughout class. She notices his attempt to hover around her and annoy the information out of her. Is this what he does for fun? She thinks. โYou donโt have many friends, do you?โ She asks.
He tries to conceal his defensive feelings towards her question by making himself sound calm and unbothered. โWell, seeing as thereโs no one important in this class, I have no choice but to entertain myself with something.โ He says dismissively.
She smiles, glancing at him for a second, before turning back to the small introductory potion in front of her, โThereโs nothing wrong with making a new friend, you know.โ She smirks, knowing heโd be all but offended just by the suggestion.
He rolls his eyes a bit with a chuckle. โIโm not sure Iโd call you a friend just yet, but keep up with the attitude.โ
Twila hums, adding horklump juice into the pot and stirring the mixture with a large wooden spoon. โWell, you should know, I donโt usually tell non-friends about my private letters.โ
He chuckles. โIโm not even sure why youโre hiding it, to be honest. Itโs a school letter, what could be so important about it?โ He watches as the potionโs bubbles settle and dissolve into a different color completely.
โI suppose youโll never know, will you?โ She smirks, tapping the spoon against the side of the bowl to get the few last drips of potion off the wooden utensil before resting it on the table.
He shakes his head, smirking back. โIs that a challenge to find out?โ
โIsnโt everything a challenge with you?โ She asks exhaustedly.ย
He only grins at this, narrowing his eyes down at her. โI think you mightโve just made a very dangerous enemy, Ravenclaw.โ He chuckles. Heโs curious how sheโll react to his teasing, but she just sighs and continues on with class. Draco canโt help but laugh at the way she rolls her eyes so casually when he tries to be intimidating. Heโs never had a reaction like this before.
Soon enough, class ends and Draco had stopped asking her about the letter. For now. Twilaโs next class is Divination, which she has been looking forward to all summer. She suspects sheโll do well in the class, considering that sheโs already quite knowledgeable in the subject.
Before she knows it, dinner time arrives.
If she thought breakfast was hectic, nothing prepared her for this. Students are even louder, and even more riled up than the first two meals combined. She finds her seat at Ravenclaw table, after dodging a few flying papers and flutters of magic she truly did not want to ask about.
She reaches for a chicken leg, when suddenly the bench jumps with weight. She looks up to find herself surrounded by familiar faces. โHey! What are you guys doing here?โ She asks in confusion.
โItโs dinner, we can sit anywhere.โ Jewel says, reaching for a nearby plate.ย
โAnd on the weekends, since thereโs no class.โ Penelope bites into a small cut corn cob, some of her bright orange strands sticking to her face from the juice residue left behind from her meal. โAnd please, lose the uniform. Itโs only required for class.โ She says, the vegetable barely staying behind the confines of her teeth while she speaks.
Twila glances over at Penelope, seeing how she had already managed to ditch her red robes for her normal attire. โOhโฆโ She says, quickly pulling her arms from her heavy robe sleeves, causing her friends to chuckle.
โSo, have you made any friends yet, Twila?โ Celia speaks up softly, her usual friendly smile on her face.
Twila nods excitedly. โYesโ wellโ I think anywayโฆ Thereโs this boy in my Herbology class. Ominis?โ
She watches as Celiaโs eyes widen and awkwardly glance around the table. Penelope immediately shakes her head at Twila with warning, as her eyes gesture behind her to Jewel.
โGaunt?โ Jewel sternly questions, nearly spitting out her food. โNo. Twila, we talked about this.โ She sets down her half eaten bread to face Twila fully with a worried look.
Twilaโs brows contort in confusion. โBarely, and I didnโt know heโs a Gaunt. Besides, he seems really nice.โ She tries to defend him.
โI was hesitant to even introduce you to Malfoy and heโs my best friend.โ Jewel sighs, looking at the table for a moment before turning towards her once more. โLook, there are many powerful, dark, pureblood families in this school. Families that are best to avoid at all possible costs, especially the Gauntโs and the Riddleโs. Someone as vulnerable as you needs to stay away.โ She warns.
However, Twila takes minor offense to her words. โAs vulnerable as me?โ Celia and Penelope stay quiet.
Jewel sighs, dropping her shoulders. โTwila. Youโre a new student, far from home, you have no family here, not to mention yourโฆ statusโ Not that thatโs a problem with me, itโs justโ Theyโre cruel people and theyโll use anything they can to diminish you to nothing. Donโt let yourself be their next victim. Please, promise me you wonโt talk to them.โ She all but begs.
Twila slumps over, disappointed yet understanding of what Jewel has just said. She considers her words, trying to not let the truth of them bring her down. โSo, why do you get to speak with them?โ She asks.
โI hardly do, and as far as theyโre concerned, my family is equated in status. I practically grew up with all of them.โ She lets out a short breath. โI just want to protect you. Iโve seen what they are capable of andโโ She stops with a sad look, letting Twilaโs imagination fill in the rest.
Twila fiddles with her spoon, letting her eyes drop from Jewels. How could someone like Ominis be so bad? Draco seems worse than him and yet Jewel speaks of Ominis as if heโs evil incarnate.
โAnyways, shall we go to the library when weโre finished here? I still wanted to show you that collection I thought you might enjoy?โ Jewel asks, almost as if their previous topic never existed.
Twila stammers over her words. โIโ Iโm actually pretty tired after today. I think Iโll just head back up to my dorm to sleep.โ It was only half a lie, though for the most part, she just needed some time alone after all of todayโs events.
โOh.โ Jewel says, puckering her lips in disappointment. โDo you remember your way?โ
Twila nods, before standing up and bidding them goodbye.
โSee you in charms tomorrow!โ Celia waves.
Twila is, once again, first to retire to her room, unless the few students already studying on the common room couches counted. She sits at the edge of her bed, tossing her robes to the side of her. She reaches into her bag, feeling for a certain envelope, and takes it out, admiring the Hogwarts stamped seal. With a deep breath, she peels open the envelope, pulling out the handwritten parchment inside.
'Miss DeLuna,
We are very excited to have you as a new student here at Hogwarts and we are here to make your stay as enjoyable and comfortable as possible. I hope that you are settling into your classes nicely.
Tuesday morning, just before the light touches the sky, your presence is required in the old detention room for your first evaluation with Professor Snape. Just follow the sleeping dragon and the hissing whispers of the Slytherin Common Room and you will find it. Be sure to not sleep in. Professor Snape can be a tough one to impress at times, itโs best to stay on his good side.
Once again, please be as discreet as possible, for this is sensitive information for other students to be involved with.
Best wishes, Twila
Ms. McGonagall'
โBefore the light touches the sky.โ Perhaps itโs a good thing Twila came up to her room early; Sheโd be having another long day ahead of her tomorrow.
She folds the letter back up, but as she reaches to place it on her nightstand, the parchment shrivels up, shredding itself mid-air and dancing to the floor before disappearing entirely.
She lays her head back on her pillow, staring at the floorboard where the letter once was. Sheโs to officially meet Snape tomorrow. Sheโs almost overwhelmed at the speed at which this is all happening. It seems so soon, but sheโs here for a reason and she can only hope that it will work.
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๐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต, ๐๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ข ๐๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ญ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ. ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต?
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โธปโธปโธปโธปโธปโธปโธปโธปโธปโธป
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ฅ๐๐ค [Slytherin Boys x OC] (M)
๐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต, ๐๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ข ๐๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐จ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ญ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ. ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต?
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Hey everyone!
Just wanted to let you guys know that I'm in the midst of working on multiple different projects; revamping old stuff, digging up unposted works, and writing new things. So, I may look 'inactive' for now but I promise that there is more to come, so be on the lookout in the near future!
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