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OMG 😭😭🥹🥹��🩷

I thought Sebastian could look good in a beanie.

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I'M ALIIIIVEEEE!!!!

Just been dealing with some health issues for a while and finally feel well enough to whip up something.

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I just wanted to play a little with colours and this is what happened 🙈

Look at my girl in her Howarts uniform 🥰

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An excuse to draw the Quidditch uniform 🤔

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Wait.. did I really, finally drew Accipiter? 😱

What a day to be alive. 😂

Ft. Rubber fluff because the position he's sitting in took me out 😅

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Your art is so underrated!!! I adore your style

Uh, thank you so much for reaching out, it makes me very happy that you like my drawings and little sketches 🥹💕

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Finally I managed to sketch Lulu in her Hogwarts school uniform. ☺️

Making her a little older in my fic, I like the idea, that the length of the skirt varies depending on the age of the student - so full length for an adult Luscinia it is. ☺️

Also, even though I loove the brown and red combination in Hogwarts Legacy, I think of the uniform here beeing grey other than the tie in the house colours. Maybe I'll give her a festive one that shows the colour combination of the game, we'll see 🤔

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No better way to start a new sketchbook than with Sebastian 🥰❤️

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I haven't played HL in a while now, but it just crossed my mind that Eleazar Fig was a Gryffindor, but wears blue? Like in my memory most of the characters wear some of the colours of their old house? So maybe my memory is completely wrong oor maybe Miriam was in Ravenclaw and now he wears blue because it reminds him of her? 🥲

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Thank you @morelikeravenbore 😘 I love your little snippet, it fits Sebastian so well 🙊💕

The currently last sentence of "When shadows turn to darkness" - even though it's probably more confusing than anything else 😅

If Luscinia hadn't known that Corvus had given the trolls to Sirona to send them into the right hands at the Ministry, she would have assumed that he would have proudly presented them to the Gryffindor student - just to tell the story of their defeat once more in great detail.

I would love to read something from @mspegasus17 @bog-rosmary @sepawstian @theladyofshalott1989 @choco-froggie 💕

Thank you for the tag @thecreelhouse ily ����❤️

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Rule: Post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as their are words.

No pressure 🥺❤️

“ It’s not a cult, Eddie.” You sniffed, rolling your eyes, “If it were a cult, I’d have converted you by now. ”

Tagging: @melodymunson @writhingg @nostalgicmermaaiid @dem0batz @jozstankovich @somnambulic-thing @hellfirenacht @theold-ultraviolence @frombeyondthegravez @jo-harrington @sweatyfuntrash @wolfsteax @itsthecherryontop @offensiuncula @gggoldfinch @thefiasco-onyourblock @writinginthetwilight @lexr86 @mothmans-left-buttcheek @rxqueenotd and YOU 🫵🏼

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The problem when writing inconsistently is, that sometimes you forget which details you have already talked about 😅

So don't mind me reading my old chapters again because I was completely lost with my new ones 🙈

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I'm still trying to figure out what clothes Lulu would wear. Her family is originally from slavic territory and especially her mother takes pride in that and makes sure old traditions are kept intact. In addition to that, I imagine the wizard and witch community in the far north very separated from the muggle world. So I can imagine long, simple dresses out of linen, with some sort of tunic on top, and a belt. Very European medieval kind of style.

I also have to think about the Durmstrang uniform at that time 🤔

There is so much to explore really and sometimes (mostly) I get lost in way too many details. 😅

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Throwback to my attempt in drawing a cover for the first chapter of my fic.

I'm not sure if I ever shared this here, because I'd like to work on it further, give it some proper background (hello Victorian streets of London) aand I would love to try some colouring with aquarell 😍 But it was so fun to give Lulu some Muggle clothing (for most of my fic she wears outfits based on old medivial german/scandinavian fits because of her upbringing in the far north).

When drawing this again, I also would love to dive deeper into broom design, to give it a little more unique look and probably change the colours to something more out of her comfort zone for her, to show that she feels utterly lost in this scene. 😢

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Drops and leaves again 😅

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🎶Love is in the air dudududu

Love is in the aaair dudududududuuu🎶

What better season than spring for a little romantic scene? ☺️

And it's clearly time to draw more Lulu and Seb, atleast to give them a sweet moment here, when I let them suffer so much in my writings 😅

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If I give you a sad Seb, you surely won't be mad at me for disappearing once again, right? 🙈

Life is... challenging at the moment and I have a few non HL projects I'm currently working on. But I hope to come back to drawing more characters and maybe even some scenes of my fic. But let's seee 😅

So take this little sketch as an offering, I hope you all are fine 😘

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Wand ceremony

Part one • Part two • Part three

I just wanted to write a short snippet to introduce Luscinias wand and now I have a different wand lore as in the books, could write about a witch living centuries ago and want to do this with every single character there is... 😫

She led them into the main room, whose windows were darkened by curtains. The lantern on the circular table in the centre of the room and the candles on the walls and cupboards were the only sources of light. They illuminated the swirling dust that curled and writhed, ceiling-high shelves filled with long, rune-decorated wooden boxes and a narrow workbench on which shabby-looking wands waited to be polished and repaired.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," the wise woman pointed to an armchair, in which Luscinia's mother took a seat, while Corvus leaned against one of the shelves with his arms crossed.

"It's about you, child, isn't it?" the wise woman took Luscinia's hands and pulled her to the table, telling her to sit down. The chair's upholstery was worn, but still comfortable. Luscinia fidgeted on it until the old woman took her hands again and turned her palms upwards to be able to look at the lines in them. With a furrowed brow, she ran her fingertips along them, occasionally murmuring softly to herself. Then she examined Luscinia's birthmarks, pushing up the sleeves of her robe to examine her wrists as well.

While her heart was beating up into her throat, Luscinia remained calm, following every movement the wise woman made with her eyes.

"Relax, child..."

Luscinia blinked in confusion, her eyes darting to those of the old woman, who smiled benignly at her and clasped the girl's hands in hers.

"Shh... focus only on yourself."

For a moment they remained in this position, Luscinia's gaze wandering over the woman's face, over the furrows that had been carved deep into her face, the closed eyelids, crumpled like thin paper. Her hands were pleasantly warm and, despite decades of work at the workbench, softer than she had imagined. Probably because a great deal of sensitivity was required to weave the delicate magic found in the fibres of the most diverse mystical beings with the strength and durability of the wood of a suitable tree species.

The rustling of her mother's dress made Luscinia sit up and at the same moment the wise woman opened her eyes.

"It's better if we're alone for the next phase."

Luscinia's mother frowned and pursed her lips, but did not protest as she stepped back into the anteroom. Corvus gave his little sister a quick peck on the cheek with his sun-eliciting smile before disappearing behind the curtain as well. A soft murmur could be heard, a short silence, then the opening and closing of the front door.

"I need your full attention, child," the wise woman clasped Luscinia's hands more firmly, a pleasant feeling of security seemed to flow through her fingertips and slowly spread to the young witch. It was an unfamiliar feeling.

"In order to sense and categorise your inherent magic, I need to gain insight into your being," the old woman explained gently, massaging the back of Luscinia's hand with her thumbs.

"Relax, girl. Breathe in and out deeply."

The young witch did her best, but apparently it wasn't good enough, because her counterpart only frowned.

Perhaps her magic wasn't strong enough, not compatible with a wand. Perhaps she had to do something? Concentrate on her magic, coax it out?

She tried to remember what it felt like when it flowed through her, when that heat welled up inside her.

But she was frozen. Only her heartbeat throbbed louder in her ears.

The wise woman flinched and dropped Luscinia's hands as if they had burned her. Her wrinkled eyelids fluttered before she opened them shakily and met the girl's horrified gaze.

"You carry a powerful protector within you, little lady."

Her voice cracked as she attempted an encouraging smile. She stood up hastily, and Luscinia's uncertainty mingled with trepidation. Chewing on her lower lip, she hid her hands in the folds of her robe, ignoring the urge to guide them to her earrings.

"Let the runes speak for you, child. Even if I can already divine which wand will be yours."

The old woman sat back down at the table with a velvet pouch, grasped the contents and sprinkled them onto the tabletop with a practised movement of her wrist.

Bones and teeth, painted with individual runes, rolled onto the table, bumping into each other before finding their place.

Luscinia was too inexperienced to interpret the message before her. Instead, her eyes travelled along the outlines of the animal components and she tried to guess which magical being they belonged to.

"As I suspected...", the wise woman murmured, lost in thought, her fingers hovering over the runes, feeling what they had to tell her without touching them, "...finally it seems ready..."

She rose again, this time walking to the tall shelves and running her index finger over the long wooden boxes. They were stacked on top of each other, some decorated with runes or symbols, others with names and patterns carved into them. In bright colours or completely plain, they waited for the wandmaker to open them and connect their contents with their human counterparts. But most of them were not lucky that day. The wise woman made her way purposefully to the back of the room, to a shelf with wands so old that many people had already forgotten them. After the loss of their partners centuries ago, they were still in mourning, and the magic of the young witches and wizards who entered the room, was not enough to revive them.

But the wise woman now offered one of these wands to Luscinia, reverently taking the twisted alder wood out of the casket, her fingers gently wrapped around the plain handle as she placed the magical craftsmanship of her own ancestors into the girl's hands.

Nothing happened. Luscinia looked up questioningly, feeling the almost cool wood of the wand against her skin. But this feeling did not last long. A tingling warmth spread from her fingertips to her hand, her arm, and up to her heart. Luscinia was overcome with a feeling of bliss as the magic wand came to life, and for a moment she was not sure if it was hers at all.

A reddish light glowed at the tip of the wand, transforming from embers to a warm, glowing fire, until it became a brightly lit inferno, its glow enveloping Luscinia, weaving her into flaming threads.

The magic wand trembled in her hand, its movements finding a rhythm with her heartbeat before it calmed completely.

"A sign that even the blinded can see," murmured the wise woman.

"Do you know what you are holding in your hands, child?"

With her eyes fixed on the wand, Luscinia's fingers tightened around the wood, pressing her magical companion to her chest.

"The first wands of the Plonbraw family were woven with the heart fibres of a dragon. Handed down to their descendants, they shattered in battle or were wilfully destroyed. This one was the only one spared this fate."

She nodded in the direction of Luscinia's chest as she looked into the wide-open eyes of the girl.

"After the first companion, he refused to enter into a new bond."

The wise woman looked at Luscinia intently.

"You hold a great legacy of your ancestors in your hands, child. The blood and magic of your family seems strong in you."

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Wand ceremony

Part one • Part two • Part three

Finally it's time for Luscinia to get her own wand - an exciting and important point in her life - but sadly it's not joy that she's feeling.

Luscinia's eyes were fixed on the landscape passing by outside the carriage. However, she didn't really notice anything. The green of the trees blurred into an impenetrable veil, impossible to make out any contours or details.

"Stop that!" Her mother's hand on her arm catapulted her back into the here and now, "if you keep playing with your earring, it'll just inflame everything again."

Silently, Luscinia knotted her hands in her lap, now playing with her phalanges instead of the clasp of her earring.

"Luscinia, please...."

It wasn't enough to satisfy her mother and the girl stretched her back and straightened her shoulders with a deep breath. A hand slipped between her cramped fingers and loosened them, letting tears of incredulous gratitude well up inside her, and briefly she squeezed her brother's hand back, pressing down the lump in her throat.

"Corvus can't always be by your side, child."

"Let it go, Mother," her brother gripped her hand tighter, not allowing her to pull away from him, "she's only thirteen."

A sharp crease crossed her mother's brow and she shook her head, "If you care for her too much, she won't make any friends at Durmstrang. No one is interested in a girl who constantly seeks the company of her siblings."

Luscinia could clearly see from her brother's tense jaw muscle that he had a number of venomous counter-arguments on the tip of his tongue, but he held back each one. They both knew they were pointless.

As if in silent defiance, however, his hand lingered in hers, giving her some warmth in the carriage, whose inside continued to cool down after the brief exchange.

Luscinia couldn't tell when the enthusiasm and excitement of being allowed into Durmstrang and getting her own wand had turned into nervous anxiety.

Perhaps it had been a gradual process as she waited eagerly for Corvus to return home for his summer holidays, while she had unconsciously taken on more and more responsibility for her little brother. Or perhaps the change came abruptly when her mother began to meticulously plan everything that needed to be done before she started school.

She couldn't tell and didn't have the time or energy to think about it any further.

A bright bell rang as they stepped into the wand shop that had a home in the town where every wizard in the far north ran their magical errands. In the small vestibule of the shop, there was a curved counter with an imposing cash register on top, a seating area with a small table next to it on which biscuits and tea stood ready, and a narrow bookshelf. The wallpaper was dark green, decorated with silver ornaments and Luscinia couldn't help but smile when Corvus tilted his head to the side with a furrowed brow, trying to recognise a message in the interwoven pattern.

"Ah, the Plonbraw family," an old woman stepped out from behind a curtain that was the same shade of green as the wallpaper, "welcome!"

More from the whole story and my MC and OCs here.

German version under the cut.

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Luscinias Augen waren auf die Landschaft gerichtet, die außerhalb der Kutsche an ihnen vorbezog. Wirklich wahrnehmen tat sie allerdings nichts. Das Grün der Bäume verschwamm zu einem undurchdringlichen Schleier, unmöglich noch Konturen oder Details auszumachen.

„Lass das!", die Hand ihrer Mutter an ihrem Arm katapultierte sie wieder in das Hier und Jetzt zurück, „wenn du weiter an deinem Ohrring herumspielst, entzündet sich nur alles wieder."

Stillschweigend verknotete Luscinia ihre Hände in ihrem Schoß, spielte nun mit ihren Fingergliedern, statt mit dem Verschluss ihres Ohrringes.

„Luscinia, bitte...."

Es reichte nicht, um ihre Mutter zufrieden zu stimmen und das Mädchen streckte seinen Rücken und straffte mit einem tiefen Atemzug die Schultern. Eine Hand schob sich zwischen ihre verkrampften Finge und lösten sie, ließen Tränen der ungläubigen Dankbarkeit in ihr aufwallen und kurz drückte sie die Hand ihres Bruders zurück, den Kloß in ihrem Halse niederdrückend.

„Corvus kann nicht immer an deiner Seite sein, Kind."

„Lass gut sein, Mutter", ihr Bruder umschloss ihre Hand fester, ließ nicht zu, dass sie sich seiner entwand, „sie ist erst dreizehn."

Eine scharfe Falte durchzog die Stirn ihrer Mutter und sie schüttelte den Kopf: „Wenn du dich zu sehr um sie kümmerst, wird sie in Durmstrang keine Freunde finden. Niemand hegt Interesse an einem Mädchen, das ständig die Gesellschaft ihrer Geschwister sucht."

Am angespannten Kiefermuskel ihres Bruders konnte Luscinia deutlich erkennen, dass ihm eine Reihe giftiger Gegenargumente auf der Zunge lagen, doch er hielt jedes zurück. Sie wussten beide, dass sie sinnlos waren.

Wie im stillten Trotz verharrte seine Hand jedoch in der ihren, schenkten ihr etwas Wärme in der Kutsche, dessen Inneres sich nach dem kurzen Austausch immer weiter abkühlte.

Luscinia wusste nicht zu sagen, wann die Begeisterung und Aufregung nach Durmstrang zu dürfen und ihren eigenen Zauberstab zu bekommen, in nervöse Unruhe umgeschlagen war.

Vielleicht war es ein schleichender Prozess gewesen, als sie sehnsüchtig darauf wartete, dass Corvus in den Sommermonaten seine Ferienzeit wieder Zuhause verbringen durfte, während sie unbewusst immer mehr die Verantwortung für ihren kleinen Bruder übernommen hatte. Oder vielleicht kam die Veränderung schlagartig, als ihre Mutter akribisch begann zu planen, was alles vor ihrem Schuleintritt noch zu erledigen war.

Sie konnte es nicht sagen und hatte auch keine Zeit, oder Energie, darüber nachzugrübeln.

Eine helle Glocke erklang, als sie in das Geschäft für Zauberstäbe traten, welches in dem Ort ein Zuhause hatte, in dem jeder Zauberer des hohen Nordens seine magischen Besorgungen erledigte. In dem kleinen Vorraum des Geschäfts befand sich jedeglich eine gewunden Theke mit einer imposanten Kasse darauf, eine Sitzgruppe mit einem Tischchen daneben, auf dem Kekse und Tee bereit standen und ein schmales Bücherregal. Die Tapete an den Wänden war dunkelgrün, mit silbernen Ornamente verziert und Luscinia konnte sich ein schmunzeln nicht verkneifen, als Corvus mit gerunzelter Stirn seinen Kopf zur Seite neigte, in dem Versuche eine Botschaft in dem verwobenen Muster zu erkennen.

„Ah, die Familie Plonbraw", eine alte Frau trat hinter einem Vorhang hervor, der den gleichen grünen Farbton aufwies, wie die Tapete, „seine Sie mir herzlich Willkommen.!"