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FAVORITE DYNAMICS — ELLE DAVIES & OLIVER WOOD in KISS WITH A FIST, a Harry Potter Fanfiction.

SO, Elle despises Oliver, and Oliver despises Elle, and it’s a Quidditch rivalry that fills the stands past capacity when it comes time for Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor matches, and Elle likes it that way. Except, perhaps somewhere inside of her, Elle Davies doesn’t hate Oliver Wood as much as she likes to think. Just perhaps, while she shoots a loathsome glare his way as he raves about his most recent glorious win, her heart does a somersault. Just perhaps, as she word vomits (angrily, of course) to her dorm mates about the audacity of Oliver fucking Wood, something other than hate broils subtly within her stomach.

BUT, she doesn’t say this out loud, in fact she very easily doesn’t notice it. And anyway, she has more on her mind than boys. With her O.W.L exams approaching at the end of the year, and a rigorous training schedule to adhere to in preparation to slaughter the other houses in the infamous Quidditch House Cup, she won’t have any thoughts of Oliver Wood other than how she’s going to absolutely smother him in their upcoming game.

She thinks.

— An excerpt from Synopsis, Kiss With a Fist

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Year 1: Ch. 3

By the time Colleen returned to the compartment Valerie, Harry, and Ron were all waiting for her, dressed in their uniforms. Colleen took note of her brother’s robes and giggled how short they were when they were revealing his shoes.

After the boys stuffed the last of the candy stash in their pockets, the group exited off the train onto the platform. Colleen immediately shivered in the cold air, and a light in the distance was floating towards them.

“Firs’ years!” a voice boomed. “Firs’ years over here! All right there, Harry?”

A man much taller than average with a thick, brown beard appeared from the darkness. A smile rested on his face, giving off a friendly presence.

“C’mon, follow me,” he instructed the new first years. “Any more firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!”

Everyone followed behind him down a dark and narrow path. It was hard to see where they were, and the only source of light was the little lantern in front of them. Colleen wasn’t usually afraid of the dark, but she felt uneasy. Out of habit when she got scared, she grabbed Ron’s hand.

Was his hand always this small? And when were they so soft?

A finger tapped her shoulder. “I’m behind you, sis,” Ron said.

Colleen looked over at whom she was holding hands with. A boy a few inches shorter than her had locked eyes with her, and she began to blush.

“Sorry,” she whispered, then let go of the boy’s hand.

The boy just shyly chuckled as Colleen’s cheeks felt hot.

“Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” the tall man said, “jus’ round this bend here.”

The first years finally could see what he was talking about, and across a sparkling, moonlit lake a castle illuminated by golden lights shone in the distance.

“No more’n four to a boat!” the man instructed as he guided them to fleet of boats floating against the shore of the lake. Harry, Ron, Valerie, and Colleen carefully settled into a boat as Neville and Hermione went to another boat where the boy Colleen had accidentally held hands with had climbed into with a boy with darker skin.

He met her gaze again, and she could see his features had freckles sprinkled on his face. He smiled at her before blushing and breaking eye contact.

“Everyone in?” the man shouted, now in his own boat. “Right then – FORWARD!”

All at once, the boats simultaneously moved forward. A few mutters of excitement escaped the first years’ mouths, and the castle seemed to grow taller as they sailed closer to the castle.

…

As soon as the children were off the boats, they headed to the doors of the castle. The man used his massive fist to knock the door three times, and they flew open. A witch in emerald-green robes greeted them with a stern look on her face.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” the man introduced them.

“Thank you, Hagrid,” she replied. “I will take them from here.”

She opened the door wider and guided the new students through the entrance hall. Flaming torches lined the stone walls, the ceiling was so high that it almost deemed to disappear, and the students passed a marble staircase leading to the upper floors.

They made a right and were guided passed a large room where hundreds of Hogwarts students were patiently sitting at four extremely long tables. McGongall lead the first years to a smaller chamber, and they crowded in.

The professor then faced them. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” she said. “The state-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is very important because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.

“The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you House points, while any rule breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours.

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”

She looked over the children again before continuing. “I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.”

She then left the room.

“How exactly do they sort us into Houses?” Harry asked.

“Some sort of test, I think,” said Ron. “Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.”

“That’s because he was,” Colleen chimed in. A few chuckles sounded from behind them.

Ron just rolled his eyes at his sister.

For the next few minutes, the only talkative one seemed to be Hermione as she discussed the different spells she had learned and when she thought she would use them. Colleen had done something similar, but she didn’t consider herself an overachiever. She had practiced a few transfiguration spells and charms memorized by heart for her personal reasons.

Valerie was silent the entire time, hands interlocked in front of her and shoulders shriveled up.

“Are you alright?” Colleen asked.

“I guess,” she whispered. “It’s just all very new to me. Harry and I never grew up around magic, and I’m scared.”

The strawberry-blonde girl placed a hand on her shoulder. “I am, too. But it’s okay. I think as we learn, we’ll learn not to be so afraid.”

Valerie said nothing but gave her new friend a soft smile.

All of a sudden, a few of their new classmates screamed. When they looked up, multiple ghosts had emerged from the wall behind them. Two of them seemed to be arguing, and a round monk was rambling about something. One of the ghosts noticed the group of first years, but they were quiet.

“New Students!” exclaimed the Fat Friar was a smile. “About to be Sorted, I suppose?”

A few students nodded.

“Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!” he continued. “My old House, you know.”

“Move along now,” a voice commanded. “The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start.”

McGonagall had returned, and the ghost all began to disappear back into the wall.

“Now, form a line,” she instructed the students, “and follow me.”

All of the children followed suit, Colleen behind her brother and Valerie behind her. They entered the hall where the older students were sitting at the tables, and Colleen took note of the floating candles. She and her siblings have grown up around magic their whole lives, but she had never seen anything like this. Golden goblets and large dinner plates sat empty in front of each student. The ceiling above them appeared to be open and looking up at the night sky.

“It’s bewitched to look like the night the sky outside,” Hermione whispered. “I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.”

The professor stopped the group in front of a platform, another long table with what seemed to be teachers sitting there. A stool stood in the middle of the platform, and sitting on the stool was an old, tattered wizard’s hat. It was pointed, but it had seen better days given the frayed fabric and filth covering it in patches.

The hat then twitched, and a rim near the bottom opened its mouth and began to sing:

“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty.

But don’t judge on what you see,

I’ll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There’s nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can’t see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you’ve a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You’ll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don’t be afraid!

And don’t get in a flap!

You’re in safe hands (though I have none)

For I’m a Thinking Cap!”

Everyone in the hall burst into applause. Colleen couldn’t help but laugh, which caught the attention of the boy she had held hands with a few minutes prior. She could see him more clearly now. He had a head of dark brown hair, freckles sprinkled across his nose, and a pair of ocean blue eyes that disappeared when he smiled. Colleen wanted thought he would be an annoying one, but she couldn’t help but smile back at him, hoping the incident at the look would somehow disappear from his memory.

“So we’ve got to try on the hat!” Ron whispered. “I’ll kill Fred, he was going about wrestling a troll.”

“You can plan it later, Ronald,” Colleen piped up. “Let’s focus on what’s happening now.”

With a scroll in hand, Professor McGonagall stepped foreword.

“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” she said. “Abbott, Hannah!”

A girl in blonde pigtails came foreword and sat down on the stool. The hat was placed on her head. After a silent pause, the hat screamed “HUFFLEPUFF!”

The students at the Hufflepuff table cheered loudly as they greeted their new Housemate.

“Bones, Susan!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Boot, Terry!”

“RAVENCLAW!”

The Ravenclaw table roared in applause.

“Brocklehurst, Mandy!” Another Ravenclaw.

“Brown, Lavender!” A girl with light brown hair came foreword and was placed as the first Gryffindor. Colleen and Ron could now see their older brothers welcoming her.

“Bulstrode, Millicent!”

“SLYTHERIN!” The Slytherin House applauded.

“Crabbe, Vincent!”

“SLYTHERIN!”

Valerie poked Colleen’s shoulder and whispered, “What House do you think I’ll be in?”

Coleen took a quick look at her friend. Valerie had the physical looks of a Slytherin, but Colleen was never one to judge a book by its cover. She always tried to see the very best in people, and Valerie didn’t seem to have one unkind bone in her body.

“Well, I think you could fit in with Gryffindor or Ravenclaw,” she responded in encouragement.

“Dursley, Valerie!”

The girl froze. Colleen and Harry gave her soft nudge foreword, and she trudged to the stool. The Hat was placed on her head.

Silence.

A few whispers from the other students began to float around. After about maybe ten minutes, the Hat screamed, “GRYFFIDOR!”

Valerie marched her to that House’s table with a smile on her face.

“Finch-Fletchley, Justin!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Finnigan, Seamus!” The boy whom had been smiling at Colleen came foreword and took his place on the stool. It was quiet for about a minute before the Sorting Hat screamed, “GRYFFINDOR!”

“Goyle, Gregory!”

“SLYTHERIN!”

“Granger, Hermione!”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

“Longbottom, Neville!”

Neville nearly tripped as he went up to the stool. After a few moments, “GRYFFINDOR!”

“MacDougal, Morag.”

“RAVENCLAW!”

“Malfoy, Draco!”

A pale boy with slicked-back blond hair strolled his way to the stool, and Colleen immediately recognized him from passing by him in Diagon Alley.

The Hat had hardly brushed his head when the Hat screamed “SLYTHERIN!”

Only a few first years were left.

Moon, Nott, and Parkinson were sorted. A pair of twin girls named Parvati and Padma Patil were sorted into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and then Perks was sorted into her house.

“Potter, Harry!”

The whispers whipped around the Hall as the boy in glasses took his turn to be sorted. Once the hat was placed on his head, it went quiet again for a few moments.

“GRYFFINDOR!” the Hat screamed.

Colleen could hear Fred and George chant, “We got Potter! We got Potter!” As he took his seat by Valerie.

“Thomas, Dean!”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

“Turpin, Lisa!”

“RAVENCLAW!”

“Weasley, Colleen!”

She hadn’t realized she was holding her brother’s hand, so she let go of it and made her way to the stool. Once she sat down, the professor placed the Hat on her head.

“So, we have another Weasley,” a voice whispered, almost startling her. “However, I can’t put you in Gryffindor. Yes, you’re a Weasley, but you’re different. You’re potential lies elsewhere. I think the best place for you is RAVENCLAW!”

Her new House applauded for her as she walked over to them. Catching a glimpse of her brothers at the Gryffindor table, Fred and George gave her a thumbs up with nods, Percy had his eyebrows furrowed, and Ron just looked as if she had killed Scabbers. Colleen just shrugged and sat down.

“Weasley, Ronald!”

Her brother’s face went from shocked to terrified as he went up to be sorted.

“GRYFFIDOR!”

Colleen silently clapped for her brother as the last first year, “Zabini, Blaise” was sorted in Slytherin.

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Ch. 3

By the time Colleen returned to the compartment Valerie, Harry, and Ron were all waiting for her, dressed in their uniforms. Colleen took note of her brother's robes and giggled how short they were when they were revealing his shoes.

After the boys stuffed the last of the candy stash in their pockets, the group exited off the train onto the platform. Colleen immediately shivered in the cold air, and a light in the distance was floating towards them.

"Firs' years!" a voice boomed. "Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"

A man much taller than average man with a thick, brown beard appeared from the darkness. A smile rested on his face, giving off a friendly presence.

"C'mon, follow me," he instructed the new first years. "Any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"

Everyone followed behind him down a dark and narrow path. It was hard to see where they were, and the only source of light was the little lantern in front of them. Colleen wasn't usually afraid of the dark, but she felt uneasy. Out of habit when she got scared, she grabbed Ron's hand.

Was his hand always this small? And when were they so soft?

A finger tapped her shoulder. "I'm behind you, sis," Ron said.

Colleen looked over at whom she was holding hands with. A boy a few inches shorter than her had locked eyes with her, and she began to blush.

"Sorry," she whispered, then let go of the boy's hand.

The boy just shyly chuckled as Colleen's cheeks felt hot.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," the tall man said, "jus' round this bend here."

The first years finally could see what he was talking about, and across a sparkling, moonlit lake a castle illuminated by golden lights shone in the distance.

"No more'n four to a boat!" the man instructed as he guided them to fleet of boats floating against the shore of the lake. Harry, Ron, Valerie, and Colleen carefully settled into a boat as Neville and Hermione went to another boat where the boy Colleen had accidentally held hands with had climbed into with a boy with darker skin.

He met her gaze again, and she could see his features had freckles sprinkled on his face. He smiled at her before blushing and breaking eye contact.

"Everyone in?" the man shouted, now in his own boat. "Right then – FORWARD!"

All at once, the boats simultaneously moved forward. A few mutters of excitement escaped the first years' mouths, and the castle seemed to grow taller as they sailed closer to the castle.

As soon as the children were off the boats, they headed to the doors of the castle. The man used his massive fist to knock the door three times, and they flew open. A witch in emerald-green robes greeted them with a stern look on her face.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," the man introduced them.

"Thank you, Hagrid," she replied. "I will take them from here."

She opened the door wider and guided the new students through the entrance hall. Flaming torches lined the stone walls, the ceiling was so high that it almost deemed to disappear, and the students passed a marble staircase leading to the upper floors.

They made a right and were guided passed a large room where hundreds of Hogwarts students were patiently sitting at four extremely long tables. McGongall lead the first years to a smaller chamber, and they crowded in.

The professor then faced them. "Welcome to Hogwarts," she said. "The state-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is very important because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.

"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you House points, while any rule breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

She looked over the children again before continuing. "I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."

She then left the room.

"How exactly do they sort us into Houses?" Harry asked.

"Some sort of test, I think," said Ron. "Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

"That's because he was," Colleen chimed in. A few chuckles sounded from behind them.

Ron just rolled his eyes at his sister.

For the next few minutes, the only talkative one seemed to be Hermione as she discussed the different spells she had learned and when she thought she would use them. Colleen had done something similar, but she didn't consider herself an overachiever. She had practiced a few transfiguration spells and charms memorized by heart for her personal reasons.

Valerie was silent the entire time, hands interlocked in front of her and shoulders shriveled up.

"Are you alright?" Colleen asked.

"I guess," she whispered. "It's just all very new to me. Harry and I never grew up around magic, and I'm scared."

The strawberry-blonde girl placed a hand on her shoulder. "I am, too. But it's okay. I think as we learn, we'll learn not to be so afraid."

Valerie said nothing but gave her new friend a soft smile.

All of a sudden, a few of their new classmates screamed. When they looked up, multiple ghosts had emerged from the wall behind them. Two of them seemed to be arguing, and a round monk was rambling about something. One of the ghosts noticed the group of first years, but they were quiet.

"New Students!" exclaimed the Fat Friar with a smile. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

A few students nodded.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" he continued. "My old House, you know."

"Move along now," a voice commanded. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

McGonagall had returned, and the ghost all began to disappear back into the wall.

"Now, form a line," she instructed the students, "and follow me."

All of the children followed suit, Colleen behind her brother and Valerie behind her. They entered the hall where the older students were sitting at the tables, and Colleen took note of the floating candles. She and her siblings have grown up around magic their whole lives, but she had never seen anything like this. Golden goblets and large dinner plates sat empty in front of each student. The ceiling above them appeared to be open and looking up at the night sky.

"It's bewitched to look like the night sky outside," Hermione whispered. "I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

The professor stopped the group in front of a platform, another long table with what seemed to be teachers sitting there. A stool stood in the middle of the platform, and sitting on the stool was an old, tattered wizard's hat. It was pointed, but it had seen better days given the frayed fabric and filth covering it in patches.

The hat then twitched, and a rim near the bottom opened its mouth and began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty.

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Everyone in the hall burst into applause. Colleen couldn't help but laugh, which caught the attention of the boy she had held hands with a few minutes prior. She could see him more clearly now. He had a head of dark brown hair, freckles sprinkled across his nose, and a pair of ocean blue eyes that disappeared when he smiled. Colleen wanted think that he would be an annoying one, but she couldn't help but smile back at him, hoping the incident at the lake would somehow disappear from his memory.

"So we've got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered. "I'll kill Fred, he was going about wrestling a troll."

"You can plan it later, Ronald," Colleen piped up. "Let's focus on what's happening now."

With a scroll in hand, Professor McGonagall stepped foreword.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A girl in blonde pigtails came foreword and sat down on the stol. The hat was placed on her head. After a silent pause, the hat screamed "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The students at the Hufflepuff table cheered loudly as they greeted their new Housemate.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaw table roared in applause.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!" Another Ravenclaw.

"Brown, Lavender!" A girl with light brown hair came foreword and was placed as the first Gryffindor. Colleen and Ron could now see their older brothers welcoming her.

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin House applauded.

"Crabbe, Vincent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Valerie poked Colleen's shoulder and whispered, "What House do you think I'll be in?"

Colleen took a quick look at her friend. Valerie had the physical looks of a Slytherin, but Colleen was never one to judge a book by its cover. She always tried to see the very best in people, and Valerie didn't seem to have one unkind bone in her body.

"Well, I think you could fit in with Gryffindor or Ravenclaw," she responded in encouragement.

"Dursley, Valerie!"

The girl froze. Colleen and Harry gave her soft nudge foreword, and she trudged to the stool. The Hat was placed on her head.

Silence.

A few whispers from the other students began to float around. After about maybe ten minutes, the Hat screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Valerie marched her to that House's table with a smile on her face.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Finnigan, Seamus!" The boy whom had been smiling at Colleen came foreword and took his place on the stool. It was quiet for about a minute before the Sorting Hat screamed, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Goyle, Gregory!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Granger, Hermione!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Longbottom, Neville!"

Neville nearly tripped as he went up to the stool. After a few moments, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"MacDougal, Morag."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Malfoy, Draco!"

A pale boy with slicked-back blond hair strolled his way to the stool, and Colleen immediately recognized him from passing by him in Diagon Alley.

The Hat had hardly brushed his head when the Hat screamed "SLYTHERIN!"

Only a few first years were left.

Moon, Nott, and Parkinson were sorted. A pair of twin girls named Parvati and Padma Patil were sorted into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and then Perks was sorted into her house.

"Potter, Harry!"

The whispers whipped around the Hall as the boy in glasses took his turn to be sorted. Once the hat was placed on his head, it went quiet again for a few moments.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat screamed.

Colleen could hear Fred and George chant, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" As he took his seat by Valerie.

"Thomas, Dean!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Turpin, Lisa!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Weasley, Colleen!"

She hadn't realized she was holding her brother's hand, so she let go of it and made her way to the stool. Once she sat down, the professor placed the Hat on her head.

"So, we have another Weasley," a voice whispered, almost startling her. "However, I can't put you in Gryffindor. Yes, you're a Weasley, but you're different. You're potential lies elsewhere. I think the best place for you is RAVENCLAW!"

Her new House applauded for her as she walked over to them. Catching a glimpse of brothers at the Gryffindor table, Fred and George gave her a thumbs up with nods, Percy had his eyebrows furrowed, and Ron just looked as if she had killed Scabbers. Colleen just shrugged and sat down.

"Weasley, Ronald!"

Her brother's face went from shocked to terrified as he went up to be sorted.

"GRYFFIDOR!"

Colleen silently clapped for her brother as the last first year, "Zabini, Blaise" was sorted into Slytherin.

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HP Re-read

Sorcerer’s Stone - Ch. 7 ‘The Sorting Hat’

All of the Hogwarts ghosts and Peeves!!!! stupid movies…

Hermione was reeeeeeeeally unlikable.

Clueless-Harry quote: [upon seeing the Sorting Hat for the first time] “Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it.”

Ron-the-Seer quote: “I’ll kill Fred, he was going on about wresting a troll.

In books, movies, and television shows I’m kind of obsessed with minor characters, especially when so much detail goes into them like Rowling has done with Harry Potter, so here is a list of all the students that are mentioned as being sorted (even though we know there are more):

Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Terry Boot, Mandy Brocklehurst, Lavender Brown, Millicent Bulstrode, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Seamus Finnigan, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy (Crabbe and Goyle are mentioned as already being sorted by this point and their first names have yet to be given), Moon (no first name given), Nott (no first name given yet, but it’s Theodore), Parkinson (no first name given yet, but it’s Pansy), Patil twins (again, no first names given but it’s Padma and Parvati), Sally-Anne Perks, Harry Potter, Lisa Turpin, Ron Weasley, and Blaise Zabini.

The only ones I don’t remember AT ALL are Brocklehurst, Moon, Perks, and Turpin.

Favorite Dumbledore quote: “I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”

Now, it says in this chapter that the Dursleys never starved Harry but don’t you dare give me that bullshit because they already have in this book and we’re only 7 chapters in.

TREACLE TART!!

One of my favorite things about Hogwarts is the school song, and that Dumbledore encourages everyone to sing it in whatever tune they wants (with Fred & George choosing a funeral march).

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12 DAYS OF GIFMAS… DAY 5, your oc + their relationships: ELLE DAVIES from KISS WITH A FIST.

& mandy: mandy brocklehurst and elle davies have been best friends since the first day on the hogwarts express, when elle threatened an eleven-year-old boy out of mandy’s compartment because he’d been harassing her. they’re each other’s soulmate (in every way, mandy says) and are nearly never seen apart — where elle goes, mandy is sure to be nearby.

& oliver: elle davies has despised oliver wood since the sunny quidditch match in third year, during which elle had taunted the gryffindor keeper a tad too much, which had resulted in a quaffle to the stomach and a vicious concussion after she had fallen from the keeper goal to the ground. elle has sworn to hatred of the enemy, and she likes the way the quidditch stands pack to full capacity during ravenclaw versus gryffindor games. except, maybe elle doesn’t hate oliver as much as she likes to think, and perhaps oliver feels the very same.

& roger: roger and elle only grew somewhat close as siblings after their father disappeared — they don’t talk about it, but they both recognize it as the source of their closer bond. roger is often far too protective of elle, as he feels the need to overcompensate for the absence of their dad, but it comes from a place of love no matter how much elle would like to punch him for it most of the time.

& george: because of the friendship their parents had at school, it was only a matter of time before elle and george resumed that legacy. elle sees george as another brother, a close friend, while george has always harbored feelings of a deeper caring for elle. but when it comes down to it, they support each other through thick and thin… that is, until elle starts showing an interest in a certain gryffindor keeper…

& saoirse: if elle could call her mother her best friend without being teased for it by her brother (“if mum’s your best friend, we have bigger problems to address.”), she would do it more often. saoirse does her best as a single parent and supports both of her children’s endeavors. she would protect elle and roger with the last bait of breath if the situation ever presented itself.

& emeric: after emeric went missing when elle was but six years old, elle lost most memory of her father. of course, she had photographs and videos on the family’s old camcorder, but nothing compared to truly remembering. she does her very best to keep his memory alive with dwindling hope that he could still be alive — that’s the case, of course, until a certain fourteen year-old-boy’s name comes flying out of the goblet of fire and arrows begin to point to a suspicious place…

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