#HPHM Rakepick

[incorrecthogwartsmysteryquotes]

Rakepick: And you're supposed to be dead!

Rowan: I got better.

[dat-silvers-girl]

Why did Sarahi faked her death ?

I don't remember if I've ever written that down in a fic that I uploaded... Did you hear this plotline of mine among my many ramblings on YouTube?

And I'm so glad you asked this question, anon, and I'd be happy to answer. I hope you like very long answers! Here goes...

Faking her death wasn't wholly Sarahi's choice. Nor is it what she was going for.

Her intention was to just save Corey from Verucca, bring him back to Hogwarts from the Shrieking Shack, and just go AWOL for a week at most, as she ran with Jacob. But in the Shrieking Shack, Verucca cursed Sarahi, and she should have definitely died from that curse. To Verucca's knowledge, no one knew the counter-curse for the dark curse that was quickly killing Sarahi. But she didn't know that Rakepick DID know the counter-curse. Smug as hell and very proud of the fact that Rakepick would watch her favourite student die painfully, Verucca disapparated from the Shrieking Shack. Once she was gone, Rakepick perfomed the counter-curse on Sarahi, stopping the spread of the curse, and then took both Sarahi and Corey to the home of her girlfriend best friend, Adelaide Inkwell, who was a 'member' of R as well, but was secretly running a small group against R- a Rebellion, if you will.

Adelaide knew a very specific potion that would help cure Sarahi of her curse, and help deal with it's after effects. Sarahi's recovery would unfortunately be long and arduous, during which she would not have been able to defend herself or help her friends should R try to mess with them again. Eventually, once Sarahi was conscious, everyone reached the descision that it would be best for R to believe that she died in the Shrieking Shack, at least for a while. Not only would this give Sarahi the time to recover and regain her strength, it would also make it so R would no longer have a reason to target her friends. Corey agreed to this as well, and in an effort to make sure no one, including himself, had even a smidge of knowledge about where Sarahi was, elected to have his memory of the situation erased. Adelaide made sure that Corey reached near at least Hogsmeade safely, before she reluctantly erased his memory of her home and the fact that Sarahi survived. A now panicked Corey, whose last memory left was the image of a dying Sarahi, would go on to explain that Sarahi was dying when he last saw her, and that he doesn't remember how he got to Hogsmeade.

Basically, Rakepick and Adelaide, with Sarahi's permission, decided to let everyone believe that she was dead, for both her safety, and the safety of her friends. Sarahi would remain hidden in Adelaide's home/safehouse for two-and-a-half months, and the rest of the world truly believed she died.

Except Barnaby who believed that she wasn't, and after patiently waiting for Sarahi to return for two months, decided to say frick it, and went looking for her himself... Or at least he was by himself until Ismelda, Chiara, and Levi Kidd decided to invite themselves into the search party.

[cocochats]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patricia Rakepick & Original Female Character(s), Patricia Rakepick & Player Character (Hogwarts Mystery) Characters: Patricia Rakepick, Player Character (Hogwarts Mystery) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slice of Life, Happy Ending Summary:

Spoiler and canon divergence for the end of year 5.

This story takes place in a world where Patricia Rakepick didn't betray her students in the portrait vault, but saved them from R and tells of her last night at Hogwarts, from her point of view, at the Graduation Ball.

[immagrosscandy]

i wanted to practice some character design last week while i was doing some work! it's been a while since i craved to draw every single female character of the game and here it is :D! hope i didnt forget anyone

i also added some hcs like ravenclaw!rowan and hufflepuff!skye (they share the respective house of my mcs)

dont ask me for a male one i dont feel confident enough to draw male bodies 😭

[missnight0wl]

I just want to say I'm still absolutely enamoured with Patricia Rakepick. God, what a woman.

[marmotish]

freyja has her paternal figures but who are her maternal figures? if her grandmother is one of them is there anyone else?

there is, actually! Madam Rosmerta, landlady of the Three Broomsticks.

All those Butterbeer sessions with friends meant that Freyja was a regular at the Three Broomsticks, so she and the landlady saw a fair bit of each other. In return for Freyja helping out occasionally at the pub, Madam Rosmerta turned a blind eye to Freyja’s magical up-sizing of her and her friend’s drinks.

It wasn’t until 5th year that Freyja’s curse-breaking journey got a little more high stakes, especially with Rakepick appearing on the scene. Rosmerta wasn’t about to let Rakepick throw her weight around her pub, and saw how uncomfortable Freyja was around the new DADA professor. She saw as well how Jacob had been used by Rakepick and wasn’t about to let the same happen again.

Over months and years, Rosmerta kind of became Freyja’s confidante. Like any good pub landlady, she knew how to keep people’s secrets, which Freyja appreciated.

[carewyncromwell]

"In my life I feel like a prisoner, in a light...

Are you feeling me?

'Cause the way you make my

Break my, shake my walls around,

I feel like I'm breaking out!

Show me your colors --

Show me your colors --

'Cause without you, I'm blue..."

~"Hurry Up and Save Me" by Tiffany Giardina

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~Inspired by a concept by @ag907 💜~

In the story of Jacob and Carewyn Cromwell, the two siblings had to face a lot of tragedy in their lives. One of the single largest was the loss of Duncan Ashe, Jacob's first friend and love. But what if Duncan hadn't died prior to Jacob's expulsion? What if Duncan had been with Jacob, Peter Pettigrew, and Patricia Rakepick on that ill-fated jaunt to the Portrait Vault that resulted in Jacob's imprisonment? What if, after Rakepick's supposed "betrayal," he decided he'd force the Gringotts Cursebreaker to help him save Jacob from the Portrait Vault and R, by any means necessary? And what if Lane Cromwell and little nine-year-old Carewyn caught wind that the last person known to have been with Jacob before his disappearance was his now-graduated Slytherin classmate, Duncan Ashe?

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The end of Duncan's Hogwarts career had been very turbulent. However he'd imagined ending his time at school, it certainly wouldn't have involved him becoming an Apprentice Cursebreaker at Gringotts under the tutelage of a R stooge he was currently blackmailing to keep from fleeing the country. It also hadn't included being alone at his graduation ceremony -- sure, he hadn't expected anything more than detached applause from his father and stepmother...but he'd always imagined Olivia and Jacob on either side of him, when he finally accepted his graduation scroll from Dumbledore. And he'd certainly not expected to exchange such a piercing look with the Headmaster while doing it.

"If I'm to help Jacob, then I need to know everything you know about the organization he joined, Duncan."

"I already told you, Jacob and I know next to nothing about R! Even those people who've joined it don't seem to know much about it, and they've done that on bloody purpose. I don't need your help, Professor -- I just need access to Hogwarts. Once I find the enchanted portrait again and break all the Vaults' curses in the proper order, I can save Jacob. I will save him and Olivia, damn whatever R might do."

"You might feel that way, Duncan...but as Hogwarts' Headmaster, I must care about what R might do. I won't hinder you from visiting Hogwarts, should you reach out to me -- but if you are to have free reign, you will have to convince both me and the Minister of Magic that you will not likewise give the Dark Wizards Jacob has aligned himself with access to my school and the students I protect. And you mustn't forget -- Jacob himself now poses a threat, with his own forced allegiance to R."

"...So you don't want Jacob to be free..if it means R could use him to hurt people?! Jacob would NEVER want to be with R -- he would fight them with everything in him, if he could! Whatever dark magic is in that mark they put on him, he'd be doing it against his will! Jacob would never -- !"

"I know. Truly, I do. But until R is rounded up and brought to justice, it sounds as though Jacob will still be a weapon they can use against others, whether he likes it or not. And Jacob is powerful and talented enough that he would be a very valuable weapon for such people. I don't like the situation, Duncan...but until the people holding Jacob's chains are dealt with...it may be safest for himself and others if he -- at least for the interim -- remains contained.”

His last conversation with the Hogwarts Headmaster played over Duncan's head off and on the last month, flooding the Slytherin alum with resentment and rage. It seemed to crop up most whenever he and Rakepick headed to work -- perhaps because just about every time they collided in the Leaky Cauldron, Rakepick would be shooting furtive looks over her shoulder, monitoring their surroundings.

"Take a chill pill," Duncan remarked once dryly as he walked through the brick wall into Diagon Alley, not even looking at her. "Are you expecting some knobhead in a red cloak to pop up in broad daylight?"

"Don't be a fool," Rakepick hissed back coldly.

The twenty-six-year old witch took another critical glance around as they walked side by side down the street.

"R is always watching, Duncan Ashe. Neither of us know the extent of their numbers -- even I can't assess who is a member and who isn't without touching them."

"Let 'em watch -- I don't care," scoffed Duncan. "They only really have the ability to threaten and coerce, to get their way. R has nothing I want, and what little family I do have they can threaten all they want."

Something darker passed over his face.

"I've already lost the two most important people in my life, thanks to them," he muttered. "They've lost all power they could have over me."

Rakepick's lips knit together grimly. She looked away.

"Don't underestimate just how much the wolves of R can take from you, Duncan Ashe," she said lowly. "They feed on far more than just physical flesh."

Duncan didn't answer. Instead he adjusted the collar of his dark green robes and started up the stairs of Gringotts bank.

"Did you track down the portrait yet?" he asked.

Rakepick scowled. "I checked Pettigrew's old flat, but it hasn't been touched since Black supposedly killed him, so it's not there. I frankly don't know where else he might've hidden it -- it's not like he has any friends left in the world, with him having to play dead. It's frankly a miracle I was able to pressure him to help us with the Vault in the first place..."

"If by 'help,' you mean leave us for dragon chow," Duncan said scornfully.

"Beggars can't be choosers, Mr. Ashe," Rakepick shot back coolly. "We needed at least four people if we were to fight a dragon. And I don't believe you, Jacob, or I were about to ask any of the Hogwarts faculty to help."

Duncan scowled, but otherwise dropped the issue.

"We'll have to keep looking, then. Even if we break the other Vaults' curses again in the proper order, it won't mean a thing, if we can't get back to the Portrait Vault..."

"Pettigrew and his little Hogwarts buddies had plenty of old hiding places back on the Hogwarts grounds," said Rakepick, and her lips actually quirked up with a cool smirk. "But I daresay Dumbledore will want a proper explanation for why my Apprentice Cursebreaker would want such unfettered access to the school and would demand proper oversight. The Minister and our Head Cursebreaker, as well."

Duncan shot her a glare.

"I may have been assigned to study under you, but don't forget my terms, Rakepick. I won't tell Dumbledore or anyone else about what you did to Jacob, but you need to help me set him free. Therefore I'm the one calling the shots -- don't you forget it."

"And don't you forget," Rakepick shot back just as coldly, "that you made those terms out of desperation, since the only other great wizard offering you help is more interested in dealing with R, not the Vaults. Without me, you'll never save Jacob."

Almost as soon as the two entered the bank, they were flagged down by Griphook. Rather than give them an assignment as they expected, however, the goblin looked rather critical as he handed a sealed envelope to Duncan.

"A 'Lane Cromwell' sent this to the bank very early this morning for you," he said irritably. "She did not have your current address, so she followed up here instead."

Both Duncan and Rakepick stiffened sharply at the sound of the name.

"Cromwell..." murmured Rakepick.

"I initially thought to dispose of it -- after all, I am no owl, and if the woman had any friendship with you, I would think she'd already know you've been renting a bed at the Leaky Cauldron for the last two months," Griphook said stiffly as he handed the letter to Duncan and then crossed his arms. "But thinking it could be business-related, I thought best to let you deal with the initial letter, and then only burn any subsequent ones she might try to send through me."

He was tapping his long-nailed fingers beside his forearm, seemingly awaiting an explanation. Duncan looked from the letter to up at Griphook and tried to compose himself.

"Sorry. Yes, I...I'll deal with it at once. Thank you."

Griphook gave a sniff and then trudged back toward his desk.

Duncan looked back down at the envelope warily. Written in very neat, but slightly shaky handwriting in dark blue ink were the words:

Duncan Ashe

Gringotts Bank

Diagon Alley, London

The envelope was not the sturdy, wizarding parchment variety, closed with a wax seal. Instead it was very thin and made of simple white paper: a standard Muggle-produced envelope.

Just like Jacob used to use...

Duncan could feel Rakepick watching him. Stubbornly ignoring her, he ripped the envelope open and read the note inside.

Flat 13, 43 Harrison Way

Liverpool

Dear Mr. Ashe,

We have never met, but I'm Jacob Cromwell's mother. I understand you and my son knew each other at school.

At your earliest convenience, I should dearly like to know about your last interactions with Jacob, prior to his disappearance. If a private in-person meeting could be arranged, I am available on weekends. You will need to use the Knight Bus or careful Apparition, however, as my home is in a Muggle district and my fireplace is not connected to the Floo Network. If you'd prefer to simply give me a written account, I'm willing to accommodate, but please expect follow-up questions by Owl Post, preferably at your home address. Slytherin's new Head of House Severus Snape didn't have anything on file for you aside from your family's address, but he signaled you were unlikely to still be there after your graduation.

Hope this finds you well.

Lane Cromwell

"Well?" said Rakepick.

Duncan read the letter a few more times, considering the words carefully as he swallowed.

He hadn't reached out to Jacob's mother at all after what happened. How could he? He felt guilty enough about what happened, and he didn't know the woman at all -- how could he even begin to explain everything he, Jacob, and Olivia had kept under wraps so long? It had been their secret, their goal -- even now that everything had gone so out-of-control, it was hard to reach out for help with it. Especially when Dumbledore flat-out admitted he thought it'd be too dangerous to set Jacob free as long as R still existed and had power over him...

That, and...Duncan knew how much Jacob loved his mother. Not just her, but his little sister, Carewyn. Jacob's love for his sister overwhelmed just about everything else. It had been Carewyn's life being threatened that had scared Jacob so much. It had been Rakepick saving Carewyn that had coaxed Jacob to trust her, only for Rakepick to end up being part of R too. It was Carewyn, and to a lesser extent his mother, that made Jacob do as R said...made him not just run away and change his name and start a new life in freedom far away from R and their threats, the way Duncan had thought they could...

It was Carewyn -- and Lane -- that Duncan knew Jacob would always choose. Over his own safety, over his own life...over any kind of future with Duncan.

Resentment twinged in his mouth as he bit the inside of his cheek.

Rakepick said Jacob's grandfather has links to R, he thought. Anything I might write could get intercepted...knowing them, they probably have Jacob's flat under surveillance, so they'd know if I visited too...

He reread Lane's letter one more time.

Her "L's" had the exact same swirling flourish that Jacob's did.

His eyes narrowed as he finally lowered the letter.

"We're going to meet her," he said brusquely.

Rakepick was taken aback. "What?"

"Jacob's mother wants to meet me to talk about Jacob. You're coming with me."

Rakepick gave something of an shocked, offended cough.

"Have you lost your senses completely?" she demanded. "R explicitly instructed me not to go anywhere near Jacob's family! If you or I made any contact with them, then R would retaliate against both us and them -- "

"'Beggars can't be choosers,' isn't that what you said?" Duncan recurred very dryly.

He folded up Lane's letter and put it into his robes. Rakepick's eyes flashed.

"R already tried to hurt Carewyn Cromwell once," she hissed at him. "I know -- I was there -- "

"Good," Duncan shot back. "Then you can Apparate me cleanly over to their Muggle neighborhood without us being seen."

"If I hadn't turned against my companions that day, then Jacob's sister would've been crippled or worse!" said Rakepick, and her cold, angry voice betrayed the very slightest strain. "She and her mother have already been emotionally destroyed by his disappearance. Do you truly think that Jacob would want you putting his sister in R's cross-hairs again by doing this? Do you have no moral compunctions, putting the most important people in Jacob’s life -- one of them a nine-year-old child -- on the front lines?"

Duncan met her glare head-on.

"'They've already been destroyed by Jacob's disappearance?'" he repeated accusingly. "Then you've already seen them."

Rakepick flinched. Then her eyes narrowed.

"Only Carewyn," she murmured. "And only from afar."

"Well, I’m not such a coward," said Duncan. His own voice was sharper now, more confrontational. “If you want to talk about moral compunctions, how do you justify refusing to face the family of the bloke you got trapped in a portrait?”

Rakepick’s face was almost forcibly stoic, but she could offer no verbal response. Duncan turned his back on her.

“I need a way back into Hogwarts and into the Cursed Vaults. Maybe some angry mother yanking at his beard will make Dumbledore reconsider his stance.”

[nightingale2004]

HPHM fancast pt.7

Patricia Rakepick

Faceclaim: Cate Blanchett

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Alanza Alves

Faceclaim: Isabela Merced

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Duncan Ashe

Faceclaim: Elliot Grihault

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Olivia Green

Faceclaim: Melissa Barrera

[pooks]

"I will need your input, Mr Weasley. As our new star student, surely you have a good theory about these Cursed Vaults?"

"I-I don't know...Bill told me to stay away from them, professor."

"I am offering the opportunity of a lifetime, Percival. Wouldn't you die to know what's behind that vault? To know all the secrets of the universe?"

"...well, yes. But professor, is it safe?"

"Oh, you can trust me."

(set in Year 5 of Hogwarts Mystery, but Percy has a bigger role about the Cursed Vaults than in the game. why? cause he deserves to be a main character too and he has so much potential)

[jacobscursebreakerlilsis]

He definitely cares about what happens to MC

[the-al-chemist]

From The Vaults: The Hexley Saga (Not Artemis’s Version)

This list has been growing quite a bit - so here are some working titles! Submissions are still open, so if there’s anything outside what is already here you want to read, hmu.

The Mystery At Hogwarts

Not Alone At Last (Rowan’s Version)

The Secret Staircase

Little One (Bill’s Version)

The Figures In The Shadows

The Forbidden Forest

Tango for Tongues (Diego’s Version)

Fall For You (Penny’s Version)

The Portrait Of The Vault

The Chop (Tonks’s Version)

Discipline (Rakepick’s Version)

She-Bear (Rosmerta’s Version)

Afterbath (Charlie’s Version)

Return to Ithaca (Jacob’s Version)

Crossroads (Bill’s Version)

The Circle Of Khanna

Wrong, Skye (Skye’s Version)

Judas (Jacob’s Version)

Bleak Beauty (Penny’s Version)

Dos Namorados (Alanza’s Version)

Any Happy Little Thought (Ben’s Version)

Before Moonrise (Chiara’s Version)

The Return To The Riddles

She Used To Be Mine (Sara’s Version)

[nightwishesworld]

Testing the waters with an excerpt from a much larger WIP. What better way to kick off Pride Month than with a little self indulgent writing? Let me know if you wanna read the full story. Thanks!

AU originally written with an OC but figured this would be more fun for everyone

Patricia Rakepick x Fem Reader

Moonlight cast a silver glow upon the stone walls of Hogwarts as you and Patricia move in unison down the darkened corridors. Your footsteps the only sounds amidst the quiet of Hogwarts. Each of you carrying a wand at the ready, the warm light of Lumos piercing the shadows where secrets and dangers might lurk.

"Left here," Patricia murmurs, her voice low but clear in the quiet. "I've sensed something off in this wing for a few nights now."

You nod, allowing the curse-breaker to take the lead. It irks you to not be at the forefront, but you recognize the strategic advantage of Patricia's expertise in this arena. She is the one that attended the school after all.

"Feel it?" Patricia asks, pausing by a tapestry depicting the triumphs of long forgotten medieval wizards. She looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes flickering across your face as if gauging your expression.

"Like a static charge.” Your shoulders brushed, sending an unexpected jolt up your spine. "Residue of dark magic?"

"Could be," Patricia says, her gaze lingering on you a second longer than necessary. "Or it could be us— stirring up an unlikely chemistry.”

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," you quickly retorted, shutting down any attempts of deception or manipulation. Though you do feel your heart beating a little faster. The allure of Patricia's confidence is not lost on you, despite the repulsion of that admission, nor do you like the way it challenges you to rise to match the redhead’s energy. Even in jest, letting her win is not an option.

You continue your patrol, moving from one corridor to the next until the clock tower struck midnight, signaling a well-deserved break.

The kitchens provide a haven in the dead of night, with the scent of baking bread and simmering stews wafting through the room. House-elves stop their bustling to greet you with wide eyes and small bows. They scurry around, setting out an array of warm bread, cheeses, and a pot of steaming tea for you both.

You watch Patricia interact with the house-elves, her demeanor shifting from vigilant to gentle as she thanks them with a soft smile. It's a side of her that’s always uncanny to see—the softer, more caring side that hints at depths beyond her fierce exterior.

Seated at the wooden table, you both take in the comforting atmosphere of the warm kitchen. The crackling fire casts dancing shadows on the walls, adding an almost cozy charm to the hidden room.

Patricia pours two cups of tea and pushes one towards you, her eyes meeting yours in a moment of unspoken understanding. Despite the tension that often simmers between you, there is a shared camaraderie in moments like this. It feels like she’s a completely different woman compared to the usual sarcastic and cold witch that knows exactly what buttons to press to rile you up.

That’s not to say Patricia doesn’t have a sort of charm to her; the confidence in every stride she makes, the sway of her hips, her natural wit and intelligence that made her the forefront in any interaction she had.

The torches cast dancing shadows across Patricia’s face, softening her features. You felt a pull in your chest, like the strings of an instrument strumming a melody you’d never heard but always known.

"See something you like, Y/L/N?" Patricia teases.

You raise an eyebrow, refusing to let her fluster you with those piercing blue eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself. I’m enjoying a minute of respite before I have to go back to working with you."

“I can provide you a distraction from work if you let me.” Her tone lowered to a sultry whisper, her gaze unwavering as she leans in slightly, testing the boundaries of your resolve. Her closeness sends a shiver down your spine, an unexpected thrill mingling with the familiar tension that always crackles between you.

You hold her gaze steadily, refusing to show any signs of weakness as you reply, "I'm not here for your distractions, Rakepick. We have a job to do, remember?"

Patricia chuckles, a low, melodious sound that seems to echo in the cozy warmth of the kitchen. She leans back, swirling the tea in her cup thoughtfully before meeting your eyes once more. You swear feeling her foot brush up your calf as she shifts to cross her legs. "Always so serious. But don't worry, we'll get back to work soon enough."

The glint in Patricia's eyes hints at a mischievousness that you've come to expect from her. As the fire crackles and casts playful shadows in the kitchen, her smile is both inviting and challenging, a subtle invitation hanging in the air between you. You can never quite predict which version of Patricia Rakepick will surface— the focused curse-breaker or the enigmatic woman who revels in toeing the line between rivalry and something more.

"I only care about our obligations to protect," you reply coolly, lifting your tea to your lips and taking a deliberate sip. The warm liquid soothes your nerves, grounding you amidst the swirling emotions that Patricia seems to evoke effortlessly. "We can't afford distractions, not with what's at stake. Everyone residing here is counting on us to keep them safe. I for one, take that seriously.”

Patricia arches an eyebrow at your response, a look of something unreadable in her gaze. "Always the noble hero, aren't you?" she muses, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery that doesn't quite mask the underlying curiosity. "Distractions can be enlightening, you know.”

"Only if one knows how to handle them," you retort in a tone steadier than your heart.

The curse-breaker chuckles, a low sound that seems to edge you closer to the brink of insanity. For a moment you wonder whether you really would be better off locked away in the psych ward of St. Mungos. "Oh, I have quite the adept hand at managing…difficult situations."

[maelstroumwaterfall]

Arbormagic Sydrome (The End Of The Wizarding World) Chapter 6

Chapter 6. The Missing Hufflepuff

Penny and Tonks haven't talked to eachother since the Kneazle Incident and their row in the Hufflepuff common room. Both these situations made her feel very conflicted and she didn't even feel like being herself after everything what happened.

She felt somehow upset. She didn't expect Penny to say something like this about her. She just wanted to help Haywood and didn't expect such reaction to the question about her scratches.

She kept asking herself the same question then. Was she really just an annoying, reckless, foolish idiot for her around? Do others really think the same about her? She was trying to not to care about it before but now, after Penny just shouted this at her like this, in a front of everyone, it was far from being the least of her worries.

She slowly walked down the road towards Hogsmeade, looking at the grey, cloudy sky above. There weren't many people around as the rain was about to start, but Tonks needed to visit Olivander's before she has to participate in lessons again. She had some troubles with using magic, she was repeating the spells for numerous amount of times but they wouldn't work.

She walked through the streets and soon reached the familiar building.

- One minute, please! - said an old man's voice from somewhere behind the shelves.

Tonks patiently waited near the desk. She didn't really wanted to hurry. It's not like she didn't want to come back to Hogwarts, but she felt like she needed some fresh air to gather her thoughts.

- Good morning, Miss. How can I help you? - said a gentle voice as Olivander slowly approached the young witch. He glanced down at her calmly, looking at her with a slight, gentle smile.

- Um.. Good morning. I've had some troubles with using my wand recently.. I couldn't complete even the simplest spells no matter how much I tried. I thought that there could be problems with my wand but I'm not sure.. - she handed her wand to Olivander and he raised it closer to the light to examine it.

- It's a very rare case, but there's indeed a chance that the problem could be in the wand. - he responded, taking a closer look at the wood. - I don't remember any wands with such unusual patterns in Olivander's.

What do you mean? - she asked, approaching a little closer to also see what he's looking at.

- I mean these handmade looking outlines of the centipede's body on the wood. I don't know any places that make similar patterns on the wands. - he showed her the wand under the dim light and she indeed noticed the barely noticeable traces on the wood.

- I didn't know it was here. - she said with a surprised voice. She must admit, it looked quite beautiful but at the same time somehow dark and menancing.

- Hmm.. - he stepped a little back and extended his hand before making a slight whirl with the wand to check if it works at all. He then suddenly dropped the wand and pulled his hand back as if he touched the hot coal. - Oh!

Tonks stepped back and looked at the man with concern, not understanding anything and being really confused. - What was this?.. Are you alright?

He was looking at his hand for a few seconds before he bent down to pick up the wand.

- You better find another wand for a while. It's not something I've ever met before but I'll definitely try to find out more about it later. - he responded, still slightly fidgeting his hand. Dora was taken aback at first but then she couldn't help but felt a little exited and curious. She nodded and after Garrick put the wand away he went to the shelves to find something similar to the wand he gave her before.

It didn't take much time as he already knew what kind of wands fits Nymphadora and after a few minutes he already found a new, fitting wand for her.

- You can come here again later. If I don't get more work I'll definitely try to find some information. - he said as she took the new wand. She smiled at him and nodded.

- Thank you for help Mr. Olivander. - were her last words before she leaved the place.

Even though the problem with her wand was half solved, she only got more questions and no answers. At least she will now be able to participate in lessons as the new wand was working.

She even forgot how tired she felt and that feeling came back when she walked back to Hogwarts down the same road. She felt kinda exhausted recently, no matter how much she slept. The pain in her veins and muscles also wouldn't go over time and even seemed to worsen.

As she walked past the Forbidden Forest, she couldn't help but felt a some kind of gravity towards the dark and dangerous grounds of the forest. It was as if these high, old trees and their leaves were whispering and calling for her.

- Ouch!.. - and when did her skin became so itchy? She tried to ignore the feeling, but didn't notice when she started scratching her hand again as she was mesmerized by the whisper of the wind that went through the trees of the dark forest.

She stepped away from the road and slowly moved towards the Forbidden Forest before disappearing in it's shadows, without anyone seeing her. She didn't know why, she just felt like she needs to go there, like she has to be there, to follow the voice that is calling her.

As many people thought it started raining. The weather became quite turbulent and nobody really wanted to have a walk under the raging thunder and lightning. There, in Hogwarts, in the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom, Rakepick tried to find something similar to the situation with Merula's wand in the old Curses book she's read a long while ago.

She remembered that she saw something similar to the traces on Snyde's wand in this book but didn't remember what exactly. She scrolled the pages under the sounds of the beating at the windows rain.

She was almost at the last pages and she suddenly spotted exactly what she needed on an old, wrinkled corner of the page - the illustration of the wand with the same centepide traces.

'The Arbortide Curse' - said the barely noticeable, almost erased text.

'The Arbortide Curse is supposedly a spell, developed by an unknown dark wizard in the middle of XV century. Almost no information could be gotten as the original creator of the "curse" has commited $u!side and only one person has been affected by the "spell" and had to be killed due to being a danger to others. The victim's wand that had the slighty pronounced traces of the centipede's body was considered the only thing to indicate being affected by the curse.'

The whole text didn't even take the half of the page.

Why there was nothing about the person who was affected by the curse? - was the first question Rakepick asked herself. She wasn't sure what to think. The whole text didn't give any answers, even the information given in the book was only "presumptive".

The only thing was clear, it has to do something with Merula's wand, and she's probably not the only one who is in danger.

The whole atmosphere in Hogwarts changed, it became more tensed, mysterious, and somehow blurred. Many students started feeling strange and were complaining about exhaustion and bad sleep. Especially Haywood whose condition looked very badly.

She couldn't sleep normally, her skin was constantly itching, she was nervous and exhausted and didn't know what's happening to her, sometimes she wanted to cry due to the pain she feels when she scratches her skin 'till it's bleeding but still can't stop. The thing that hurts her even more was the fact that she had hurt her friends, especially Tonks that she insulted and shouted at.

She felt so guilty and really wanted to apologize to Dora. She looked for her everywhere in Hogwarts, before she came back to the Hufflepuff common room. Almost everyone turned to her to once again see her exhausted and saddened look. She looked up and glanced around, before she asked in a worried and tired voice:

- Has anyone seen Nymphadora?..

( Hope you enjoyed 💝🌟 Please write if you find any mistakes, it will help me to improve my English 😊 )

"The illustration of the wand that Rakepick saw in the book "

[ariparri]

Undeserving

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The Hogwarts Mystery Cardverse is an AU that takes place in a fantasy land called Cinderhaven. There are five regions, four of them representing a suit of cards; Spades, Clubs, Hearts, Diamonds. The final region representing the Jokers.

Here it is, finally! Rakepick's backstory and motive! I kept this one short since I didn’t plan to make her backstory too long, just a good enough description on why she’s the way she is. To put things simply, she’s mad because the newer official role holders are all younger than her and some were literally handed their positions on silver platters while she worked her damn butt off to get her position.

In the illustrious Country of Spades, where work flowed like the rivers and power lay in the hands of a select few, Patricia Rakepick was born into the esteemed House of Rakepick. From her earliest years, she was immersed in a world of privilege and expectation, the weight of her family's legacy pressing down upon her young shoulders like a suffocating cloak.

Raised within the imposing walls of her family's estate, Patricia's childhood was marked with rigorous education and training. Her parents, stern and unyielding, demanded nothing short of perfection from their daughter, instilling in her a relentless drive for excellence that burned bright within her.

But it was in the hallowed halls of the military academy that Patricia truly found her calling. She excelled in her studies, displaying an insatiable hunger for knowledge and a keen intellect that set her apart from her peers. Improving her skills in combat and strategy, driven by a burning desire to prove herself worthy of her family's legacy.

As she ascended through the ranks, Patricia's ambition knew no bounds. She set her sights on the coveted position of Ace of Spades, the highest rank in the country’s military hierarchy, a title reserved for only the most skilled commanders. Her prowess on the battlefield became legendary, her name whispered in awe and fear by those who knew of her exploits. But even as she carved out her place among the country’s elite soldiers, a shadow of resentment lingered in her heart.

Unlike Patricia Rakepick, who had clawed her way to the top through sheer force and will, Duncan Ashe had been handed his position on a silver platter, his ascent to becoming the next Jack of Spades was swift and seemingly effortless. Under the watchful eye of his mentor, Ulrich Scheller, the mastermind behind the country’s intricate web of finances and policies, Duncan had risen through the ranks with alarming speed, his youth and charm masking a cunning intellect that belied his years.

Even as he was still attending university, Duncan's influence within Ulrich's cabinet was already felt far and wide. His reports and recommendations were eagerly awaited by those in power, his insights and analysis proving invaluable in guiding the country through troubled times.

As Duncan was appointed the new Jack of Spades, another figure emerged from the shadows: Coby McQuaid, the king who never truly sought the crown. Coby's ascension to the throne was a twist of fate orchestrated by his closest friend and confidant, Duncan Ashe. Coby McQuaid never envisioned himself wearing the crown. His days were filled with adventure and laughter, not with the weighty responsibilities of rulership. Despite his initial reservations, Coby embraced his newfound position with characteristic optimism. He may not have been well-versed in the intricacies of governance, but he possessed a deep love for his people and a genuine desire to see them thrive.

As Patricia Rakepick's thirst for power intensified, so too did the darkness that lurked within her soul. Fueled by resentment and driven by ambition, she became a formidable force to be reckoned with in the Country of Spades. Overhearing the conversation between King Coby and Duncan about the possibility of adding Veruca McQuaid, Coby's sister, to the council only served to stoke the flames of Patricia's anger. In her eyes, it was yet another example of undeserving individuals being handed positions of power without earning them.

Determined to prove herself superior to Coby and Duncan, Patricia's ambition twisted into something darker and more insidious. She became ruthless and cunning, willing to cross any line to achieve her goals, no matter the cost. With each passing day, Patricia's thirst for power grew, consuming her from within like a relentless hunger. She manipulated events and people with calculated precision, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.

But as she climbed the ladder of success, leaving a path of devastation in her wake, Patricia's grip on reality began to slip. The lines between right and wrong blurred, and she found herself teetering on the edge of madness. Yet, even as the darkness threatened to consume her, Patricia remained determined to claim her rightful place among the elite of Spades. For in a country where power was the ultimate currency and ambition the driving force behind every action, she would stop at nothing to emerge victorious.

As Patricia Rakepick's fame as a war hero grew, so did her influence within the Country of Spades. Leveraging her reputation and military prowess, she capitalized on the dissatisfaction brewing among the people regarding King Coby's laid-back nature and perceived ineffectiveness as a ruler.

With a shrewd understanding of political maneuvering, Patricia exploited Coby's relaxed style of governance as a potent weapon against him. She paid off news reporters to spread gossip about Coby's extravagant spending habits, painting him as out of touch with the needs of the common folk. The whispers of discontent among the council members and the general populace provided fertile ground for Patricia to sow seeds of dissent. As she positioned herself as a strong and decisive leader, contrasting sharply with Coby's perceived weaknesses, she garnered widespread support among the disillusioned masses.

Patricia's promise of swift and decisive action resonated with many, particularly those who longed for a return to old-school traditions and values. Veterans, in particular, rallied behind her banner, viewing her as a champion of stability and order in a time of uncertainty. Under Patricia's leadership, she demanded absolute loyalty from her supporters, particularly from her military forces. Those who dared to question her authority or stray from her path were swiftly dealt with, sent off to the metaphorical "gulag" as a warning to others.

While some embraced Coby’s vision for the future of Spades, others clung stubbornly to the past, resisting change and viewing Coby's carefree demeanor as a sign of weakness. Yet, as the winds of political upheaval swept through the country, it became increasingly clear that the days of Coby's reign were numbered, and the era of Patricia Rakepick's iron-fisted rule was on the horizon.

[vastly-fixated-devotee-667]

i just realized how utterly interesting the contrast of Rakepick’s beginning and end is in year 6.

the first time we see her she’s conjured a patronus, meaning she was experiencing/thinking about her happiest memory(s).

but the last time we see her, she’s in the final vault, reliving her worst memories.

not sure what this means, but i thought it was an interesting juxtaposition.

[missnight0wl]

Y7Ch57: The Final “Battle”

*sigh*

Ok, let’s talk about this disaster.

Ah, yes. Because everyone knows that as soon as Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts, the faculty becomes totally incapable of doing anything – including people like Minerva Badass McGonagall or Filius Former-Duelling-Champion Flitwick. Yes, of course.

Funny that you say that, Jae. I’ll actually come back to it a little later.

You know what? No. Rowan would cry at least for a week straight if they knew how fucking stupid everyone is at this point.

All right, that might be my biggest problem with this whole “battle” because… WHY?? Why do we even care whether or not they get to Hogwarts? Minnie alone would kick their asses in under a minute – and quite frankly, I’d love to see it. Just let them through!

WHY THE FUCK DO WE CARE?!

Ok, so it’s never really explained who’s exactly Perry’s target here. Sure, we’re told it’s about an adult Legilimens, and MC deduced that both Dumbledore and Snape are adult Legilmenses. Still, it’s never addressed directly again, and it kinda bothers me. But whatever, I guess. Apparently, we’re supposed to assume that it’s indeed Snape who’s Perry’s target. But like… if there’s anyone at Hogwarts fully capable of defending themselves... IT’S SNAPE. Like… just imagine this encounter.

Perry: Severus Snape? I have a proposition for you that--

Snape: *lazily waves his wand*

Perry: *flies over the Black Lake, slightly smoking because of the impact of Snape’s spell that hit him*

Or…

Perry: Severus Snape? I’m Peregrine Lastname, I’m the father of MC and Jacob. I--

Snape: Sectumsempra!

Perry: AAAAAAAAAA!

Snape: I suffered years because of your two spawns.

Perry: Help! I’m bleeding out!

Snape: Yes, that’s a very accurate description of my suffering.

Seriously, why do we care?! I swear, this fucking “battle” has no stakes whatsoever, and I just don’t understand why it even exists.

Another absurd: why the fuck Verucca wants to kill Peregrine?

Ok, so at least it’s clear that Verucca is indeed a Snyde because apparently, all the Snydes are stupid bitches. If Verucca thought just for a moment, she’d realise that the Ministry focusing on Peregrine meant they’re focusing less on her. And that means she can do whatever she wants more freely. But whatever, I guess.

And here’s another stupidity. If Verucca wants to lead R, all she has to do is to convince other members that Perry is insane and that she’d be better for the whole organisation. Like, it should be super easy after he fucked up with the recent mind control test. And who fucking cares that he ruined R’s name or whatever? Rebel people against Perry, lay low for some time, change the name of the organisation, and enjoy your fucking profit! What would Perry do when left alone??

Because I’m gonna do it myself!

A friendly reminder that Verucca is also Merula’s mother’s sister (according to Y5Ch28) which means it’s quite likely Merula’s parents are cousins – which is not rare among pureblood families, after all :)

I know, it’s really disappointing.

Also, the Circle of Khanna behind us, especially Ben and Corey (and especially if you chose to ban Merula from the Circle a couple of chapters ago):

No, really, it’s just… so pathetic, considering that the vast majority of the Circle never cared about Merula and Merula never cared about them.

I… I’m…

HOW EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO BAD??

Also, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FIRE?!?!?! How anyone at JC looked at this and was like: “Yeah, that’s good enough”?! I swear we had dragon fire animations before better than this abomination…

Ok, but Ben’s utter disappointment in this scene is the only good thing in this damn chapter. I can even say I actually enjoyed it.

I mean… Yeah, there were 17 of you and 7 of them, so… By the way, I talked more more about the fighting alone in this post.

Ok, but does anyone remember that R is supposed to be an international organisation? Was it simply retconned or are we supposed to believe that an international organisation has like… 14 members? Am I counting it correctly? Perry, 7 idiots he brought with him, Verucca, Merula, Shiratori, Burke, Zenith Xeep, and Rakepick. Right?

I don’t know how it’s possible, but this whole situation gets more and more pathetic the more I think about it.

Also, I mentioned in the post linked above that I felt more threatened by Mrs Norris in Y1. But you know what else had more tension than this damn “battle”? Our very first trip to Knockturn Alley. Remember this?

Now, let’s compare those situations.

Honestly, it’s just so upsetting that this game used to be created by people who actually could create tension for one simple event that doesn’t even matter that much in the great picture, and now we’re getting… THIS. The final “battle” with R had literally no stakes. There was no logic and therefore also no threats. I felt absolutely nothing, and I’m truly baffled remembering how many emotions this story could give me back in Y5.

Unfortunately, it all changed with the extremely stupid end of Y5, and it was getting only worse ever since. It’s like JC’s greatest ambition is making things worse than Y5Ch31 was.

But let’s move on because I’m not done.

MC’s reaction is about as emotional as I felt during this whole chapter. It’s just hilarious, sorry not sorry.

Ok, so at first, I wanted to leave this part because JC clearly doesn’t know what they’re doing anymore. But you know what? I’m gonna rant. Because no, Rowan’s sacrifice was not honoured. And quite frankly, you keep desecrating it by still using it at this point.

Learning the truth was something very important for Rowan. I mean, this is our conversation from the end of Y1:

By the end of Y7, I’m pretty sure we didn’t solve a single mystery of the story. And what’s the worst is that we didn’t solve the mystery of Rowan’s death. Sure, Peregrine told us that Rakepick went rogue or whatever. But it still makes no fucking sense.

First of all, only an idiot would believe in anything Peregrine says. But more importantly, we actually know about things suggesting that Peregrine lies. In the insane route, Rakepick in Azkaban is absolutely terrified of R, so how she’d go rogue if that’s the case? On top of that, we saw in Olivia’s memories that Rakepick talked with someone from R about Duncan brewing his potion. Yet, Peregrine claimed that R didn’t get involved with the Cursed Vaults until Jacob went missing. You know what it means? It means that Perry fucking lied. And if he lied about something this important, why should we believe him about anything else?

Moreover, we still don’t know why Rowan died. Rakepick told us in Azkaban that it wasn’t Rowan who was supposed to die that night. Then who? Ben? Why? Sure, Rakepick herself claimed in the Forest that she wanted to kill MC. And sure, you can say it makes sense if she saw MC as her competition – except it makes no sense! Why? Because it only made things harder for her. And the game even addressed that!

Why would Rakepick make things so much harder for herself just to get rid of her competition? Especially since she should’ve known where the Sunken Vault is because we know that R was there before (thanks to the note from the Weird Sisters TLSQ). But even if she didn’t know… it still would be more reasonable to not draw attention to herself and simply use it to work on getting to the Vault before MC.

You didn’t honour Rowan’s sacrifice. You ignored about 95% of things that ever happened in the game.