#Maple Travers

[aliceemersonwrites2]

A Seven-Pointed Star by Aliceemersonwrites2 On AO3- WIP- Knights of Walpurgis/Tom Riddle Fanfic

Portrait of the Pawns and Players

Supporting Cast

Abernathy Pucey- Slytherin, 6th Year

Gerard Rosier- Slytherin, Ministry of Magic Employee

Aldritch Avery- Slytherin, Ministry of Magic Employee

Orion Black- Slytherin, 4th Year

Maple Travers- Slytherin, 6th Year

Jessup Mulciber- Slytherin, 7th Year

Scotta Greengrass- Slytherin, 7th year

Leo Avery- Hufflepuff, 6th Year

Calvin Fawley- Ravenclaw, 7th Year

(I will release the main and some minor characters after their chapters come out. Take a look at my WIP, "A Seven-Pointed Star" on AO3)

[smicksstuff]

The Pitbox Crew Series

masterlist

Maple Syrup & Surprises

(lancestroll x yngasly)(f1 drivers x yngasly)

warnings: none

18 June 2023

yngasly

Montreal

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yngasly Lets go racing in Canada !!! 🇨🇦

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lancestroll when did you even take all these pictures ???

yngasly its a secret 🤫 i have more actually

pierregasly ❤️🔥

lancestrollarmy yn out here giving pure content !

lancelot this is what i live for

landonorris when are the night pics dropping

pierregasly yes i want those pics yngasly🤷🏼‍♀️ landonorris cmon they were nice charles_leclerc cmon you have to post them so i can post mine! carlossainz55 post it ! post it! f1girlies im so so interested to know what happened yngaslyfans pls i have my notifications on for the posts danielricciardo if you dont i will dannyric3 OMG SOMEONE LETS US IN ON THE TEA

astonmartinf1 we love you yn!! 💚💚💚

lancestroll hey she is my girl astonmartinf1 you mean she is OUR girl lancestroll 😤😤 fernandoalo_oficial at least im her favourite Spanish AM driver 🇪🇸 lancestroll im her favourite driver overall carlossainzfans ummmm i think you shld recheck that liked by yngasly, carlossainz55 and 463 others astonmartini not fernando joining in f1fans he had to specify the AM cause he knew carlos existed yngasly hey hey dont fight over me!

mickschumacher its an imposter in the mercedes garage 🫤

mercedesamgf1 its just yn its all clear yngasly hehe love it ! i can disturb mick anytime now 🙌🏽 georgerussell63 we are going to have a blindfold for you when you come again so that you dont snitch yngasly do that and i will steal carmen for the whole summer carmenmmundt where we going babe ✈️ georgerussell63 i was kidding. i take it back. and excuse me @/carmenmmundt wdym "where are we going?" carmenmmundt its yn, she is my baby yngasly 🥹🥹🥹 mercbuddies not yn pulling carmen and the mercedes team too f1wags girl is powerful

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19 June 2023

lancestroll

Montreal

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lancestroll about last night ... joyeux anniversaire ma belle ❤️🎉

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yngasly je t'aime mi amor ❤️

pierregasly this is what we have been waiting for !!! happy birthday my little sister ❤️‍🔥

yngaslyfans OMG ITS HER BIRTHDAY !!!

yngaslyfc this is so cute f1wags i heard it was a surprise birthday yngaslyfans that is even cuter

estebanocon happy birthday mon amie! hope you loved it! 🤩

yngasly eventhough i hate surprises i particularly loved this one! 😍 estebanocon thank god lance was gonna warn you in the car but pierre talked him out of it mickschumacher hey i talked him out of it too francisca.cgomes it was almost busted when lando kept asking what she was gonna wear to "dinner" landonorris i had to make sure bestie here didnt come in sweatpants and a jacket francisca.cgomes thats also true

carlossainzarmy omg i cant believe that she had a surprise birthday party by the f1 drivers.

f1fans tbf i even more surprised that the plan wasnt a bust cs55 thats even more true

scuderiagasly Everyday, i think i fall in love with Yn more and more. I like Lance too.

lancestrollfans can lance fight ? he better be able to fight 🤺 astonmartini they are match-made in heaven

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pierregasly

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pierregasly Joyeux anniversaire à la meilleure petite sœur que l'on puisse demander ! J'adore t'avoir à mes côtés à travers tout ça ! Je t'aime ❤️

(translation: Happy birthday to the best little sister you could ask for! I love having you by my side through all this! I love you ❤️)

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yngasly merci, grand frère ! Je ne sais pas ce que je ferai sans toi ! Je t'aime ❤️ (translation: Thank you, big brother! I don't know what I'll do without you! I love you ❤️)

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yngaslyfans good lord they are so cute !!

gaslyfc im sorry but yn was a footballer? bc thats so cuteee !

yourbff best striker in our league baby! could have gone pro with those skills ! yngasly you are being to nice yourbff im merely stating facts. go search up psg academy our girl is there. gaslyfc OMG SHE IS !! TOP SCORER IN THE ACADEMY TOO! gaslyfc guys this gets so much cuter!! she played the number 10 and when she scored her first goal she dedicated it to pierre cause he trained with her all the time!! scuderiagasly 😭❤️

masonmount happy birthday yn!! 🎉 since when you play football too?

yngasly im a girl of many talents masonmount i see .... i need proof that you are that good 🤔 yngasly i'll take you on anyday Mount masonmount challenge accepted! yngasly whats in it for me tho? masonmount ill ask Marcus to get you tickets to match day at OT? ⚽️ yngasly you bet! tho even if i lose (which i will not) i still want to come to Old Trafford. masonmount i accept 🫱🏼‍🫲🏽 masonmountverse OMG ARE MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDING!

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Joyeux anniversaire, petite fille ! J'ai toujours voulu une petite sœur et je suis si heureuse que ce soit toi ! C'est pour créer des souvenirs inoubliables avec vous ! Je t'aime, coureur ❤️

(translation: Happy birthday, little girl! I've always wanted a little sister and I'm so happy that it's you! Here’s to creating unforgettable memories with you! I love you, racer ❤️)

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yngasly merci charlie !! ❤️

leclercfans “i love you racer” MY HEARTT 😭🫠

alexandrasaintmleux baby yn is so cute!! those cheeks 😍 happy birthday princess!! ❤️

yngasly thankyou alex !! ❤️

wagsf1 these two are too cute!! bet they were inseparable when they were hanging together

f1fans this is giving me tsitp vibes leclercfans charles is definitely a jeremiah

pascale.leclerc.355 my babies !! so proud of the women you have grown up to be! forever my little racer girl, love you my darling ❤️

yngasly love you too marraine ❤️❤️

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yourbff (private)

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yourbff from the day we shared that chocolate cake during snack break, i knew you were gonna be my bestfriend for life! im so so happy to have you as my better half! happy birthday to the best girl on the planet!! i love you to the moon and back ❤️🚀

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yngasly i love you too bestie!! we need to have our choco cake date again!

yourbff when we go back to the UK we can do it! yngasly its a date! pierregasly we just had chocolate cake last night!? yngasly this is different. this is mamans receipe. we have it all the time yourbff yes this is the best chocolate cake ever. yn you have to call your mum to come to UK! yngasly already did! she will be there pierregasly when exactly is this happening ? last time i checked we shared an apartment yngasly british gp? then maman and (yourbffname) can come too!! pierregasly alright! but you are cleaning the apartment after your baking... yngasly 😠😠😠

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lilymhe

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lilymhe happy birthday to the best wifey in the world ! love you babes ❤️🎉

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yngasly love you baby !! ❤️

alex_albon whatisthisnonsense ? WIFE ?

lilymhe did you not see the ring she got me 💍 yngasly EXACTLY ALEX alex_albon @/lancestroll come get your girl, she is stealing mine landonorris ATTENZIONE PICKPOCKET!!!! alex_albon 😳🤦🏼‍♂️ lancestroll mate i am not getting between those two. lilymhe @/lancestroll smart guy. i approve.

lilyfc yn and lily are literal queens of the paddock! i love them so much 👑

yngaslyfc slay queens !! hammertime if i ever get paddock passes, i am going for them f1paddocksquad SAME BESTIE! SAME!

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yngasly

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yngasly so i turned 24 with some of the best people in the world! ❤️‍🔥

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lancestroll ❤️❤️❤️

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sebastianvettel Happy Birthday Kiddo! I will see you again soon!!

yngasly thank you seb!! see you soon :)

landonorris damn baby gasly is old now 😳

yngasly woah where is this coming from landonorris i mean are you not old? yngasly i am not carlossainz55 girls you are the same age 🙄 cs55 not carlos calling them out HAHAHA

pierregasly i think we can all agree that we definitely pulled off this surprise 🤩

charles_leclerc definitely but im never doing this again! its too much work alex_albon i have never texted so many people in my life georgerussell63 it was one group chat and her bestfriend alex_albon still.... that one group chat kept asking the stupidest questions danielricciardo asking for what presents to buy is not stupid. the girl only loves legos, harry styles, racing cars and football danielricciardo there is not much to work with alex_albon fair. but asking for fit checks is stupid, just wear clothes danielricciardo thats all lando f14lifers this is one chaotic group chat

masonmount happy birthday! hope you liked your gift!! 🎁

yngasly i freaking love it ! ❤️ pierregasly what did you get? i had to bring that huge box from spain to canada yngasly its a lego of old trafford pierregasly oh my lord ! thats actually cool yngasly hehe guess who is helping me bring it back pierregasly leave at your boyfriends house. he can bring it back lancestroll no no its her present she can bring it back yngasly but arent you gonna help me build it lancestroll ofcourse but in london, so you have to bring it back yngasly ☹️☹️☹️

benchillwell happy birthday yn !! hope to see you at a match soon!

yngasly sure thing ! 🤩

noahschnapp happy birthday bestiee 🤍

yngasly thanks bestie 🤍

florencepugh happy birthday girlie! hope you had an amazing day! ❤️🥳

yngasly thank you floflo 😍

charlottesine happy birthday babygirl! ❤️

yngasly thanks babe ❤️

isahernaez happy birthday babes! see you in london soon!

yngasly see you soon babes ❤️

yngaslyfc is it me or is seb at her birthday party?

scuderiagasly omg i think it is him f1fans girl had the ultimate f1 birthday party gaslyfc WHEN WILL IT BE ME!!! f1paddockcsquad this has got to be the birthday of the year!

scottyjames31 happy birthday gasgas!! hope you loved the party! you should be proud i didnt spoil the surprise on accident

yngasly thank you scotty !! im proud you actually can keep a secret

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[thingsmk1120sayz]

MAPLE LEAFS VS. SABRES 25 FEBRUARY 2019

[randomoranges]

part 2

goes after bleu comme le st-laurent and before rouge comme le sang qui nous passe à travers

Blanc comme l’hiver

July 4th 2021

 Edward lets out a content little sigh and twines his legs with Étienne’s. He’s forgotten how much he enjoys mornings like these where they lounge in bed, without a care in the world, and where lazy kisses turn to slow morning sex. He wishes, not for the first time, that the distances between Montréal and Edmonton wouldn’t be as big, if only to see his boyfriend more often. Still, he supposes that it’s gotten easier over the years, but he still would like to have more of these mornings in his life.

 “Hey,” He starts, a thought coming up to the surface of his happy daze to nag at him, “D’you think it’s cliché?” He asks, knowing full well that his question has come from nowhere and that Étienne will have no clue as to what he’s asking. His boyfriend gives him a questioning look and Edward smiles softly, before making himself comfortable against Étienne’s chest, ghosting his fingers over shamrocks and thistles alike. He’d reach for a rose or a lily, but they’re out of reach from this position.

 “Whenever we visit each other, it seems as though more often than not, the first thing we do is get into bed together.” He’d noticed it before and he’s noticed it now. It seemed that regardless of destination, after polite greetings, they’d end up naked in bed – and sometimes they’d get each other off elsewhere. It isn’t that he minds, far from it, but –

 He feels Étienne’s chest rumble with his quiet chuckle and looks up in time to see him grin down at him.

 “Nah, I don’t think so.” He replies, easy as that and starts tracing imaginary patterns on Edward’s back. It works, in a way, and soothes him for a moment. “The way I see it is – we haven’t seen each other in a long while when it happens. I missed you. You missed me. We both seem to be people who enjoy sex and we enjoy it with each other so it makes sense to go for it. We both want to – so, I don’t think there’s anything wrong or cliché about it.”

 He settles back against Étienne and ponders his words. He supposes his boyfriend has a point. He had missed Étienne. He just – doesn’t want Étienne to find him ��� predictable. Or find him boring. Old insecurities that keep resurfacing – nothing new there.

 “Promise I’d tell you if I didn’t want to and I’m hoping you’d do the same with me?”

 He nods, quick to assure him. They’re in a better place now – one where they use actual words to convey thoughts and emotions. It’s still a work in progress, but – they’re getting there, one trip at a time.

 “There, you see – not cliché. If it makes you feel better, I very much enjoyed what we did yesterday and this morning.” He presses a scraggly kiss to his cheek and Edward leans in afterwards to rub his face against Étienne’s beard. It feels good. Foreign yet familiar.

 Étienne chuckles at his antics, and just because he can, kisses him again.

 “What d’you want to do today?”

 There’s no game today, so they can spend the day whichever way they want and Edward would like to spend it here, in Étienne’s room, with Étienne holding him close. Yet, he knows his boyfriend will get restless, and quite frankly, so will he. Still, it’s a nice fantasy and he doesn’t mind indulging in it for a little longer.

 “What’s the weather supposed to be like?”

 “Hot and humidity will kick in.”

 Edward grimaces at that, but thankfully, Étienne has the means to deal with the extreme heat and humidity.

 “In that case, I want to get acquainted with your pool. Yesterday’s weather was inappropriate for that and we were otherwise busy.” They share a knowing laugh at that, but Edward makes no move to get out of bed just yet. “But, it doesn’t have to be right now either – perfectly fine where I am – cliché or not.”

 Étienne grinns and pulls him closer for a proper kiss.

 --

 It’s later, much later – perhaps hours and days and weeks later, when Edward finally steps out to the backyard. (But it couldn’t have been days and weeks later. The playoffs are still happening. This is just a minor break between maelstroms.)

 He gasps when he gets a proper look at the backyard and marvels at how different it looks from his last visit here.

 “Everything okay?” Étienne asks as he joins him, towels in one hand (one Habs, the other not), and a pitcher filled with ice and reusable water bottles in the other.

 “You weren’t kidding when you said you were fixing up the backyard!” It looks – completely different from any iteration of it he had ever seen. The only benchmark that reminds him that this was Étienne’s backyard is the giant maple tree in the far back, proving part of the yard with shade, the fence, the shed and the overall layout of the yard. Other than that, Edward could have passed it off as someone else’s place.

 “Ah, yeah, well, I figured I might as well invest in this place. I mean – it’s nice to have a decent place where you can unwind – or something?” He sounds a little unsure of himself, almost as if he’s embarrassed, as he puts the water and the towels down.

 There hadn’t been much to this space, back when Edward had visited it often. The shed, a rickety old white plastic table, two mismatched chairs, and an ashtray. The grass and whatever other greenery had been left at the mercy of Mother Nature and had suffered through heat waves and droughts alike. However, now, it’s lush, verdant and well maintained. Even the old tree looks in better shape than it ever did.

 There’s a small garden, by the looks of it, where once there’d been a half dead shrub, alongside the fence. It seems as though a small fruit tree has been added at the end of it, but it’s still too soon and he’s still too far to be able to tell what fruit it will bear. Even the shed, despite being the same as it was twenty years ago, seems to have gotten a second life, but it may just be the roof shingles that have been changed. There’s been laborious work put into this yard and it doesn’t stop there.

 The pool, on the other side, is obviously the biggest novelty to the place. An idea, much like many other people, born from last year’s lockdown that Étienne had decided to splurge on. He’d picked a semi-in ground pool and even though it isn’t the biggest of pools, it certainly would do the trick during the hot summer days. And of course, because it’s Étienne, he’d gone for a unique shape that fits perfectly with his backyard. There’d been more than one video call made from the comforts of his new pool and Edward had dreamed of being able to jump in it, while he’d suffered through the heat wave just last week.

 Back on the patio section, Étienne had finally retired his old table and chairs and had invested in something nicer that could accommodate a bigger crowd. The table and chairs seem sturdier and even more comfortable. The entire patio section, which is shaded off thanks to Étienne’s upstairs tenant own patio, has an air of coziness and comfort. He could easily picture his boyfriend lounging on his outdoor couch and start a small fire at night in his outdoor fireplace, or pull out the hammock in the sunnier section to lay in it, or maybe even sit in those impossible positions he often takes in his egg shaped hanging chair.

 “Life’s too short to have a shitty backyard,” He jokes and Edward looks back to his boyfriend and smiles softly at him. He sees beyond only this investment, but also sees how Étienne’s been slowly reinvesting in his own city in his own way. It’s still a work in progress, but Edward knows how careful Étienne has been in reinventing his own city. He’s proud – of him and of the progress he’s made and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever find the right words to express just how proud he is of Étienne.

 “Are those wild roses?” He asks to deflect from his own thoughts and emotions, as he makes his way closer to the plants and greenery that Étienne has planted, “And – marigolds?” He turns to face his boyfriend, disbelief evident as he takes in stock of what it is that’s been planted and that is growing. Once more, it seems, Étienne has managed to surprise him in his own way, with these quiet skills he’s kept to himself after all these years.

 “Maybe,” Étienne teases and joins his side. If his cheeks are a little pink, neither comment on it for now, “If it makes you feel better, I have the obligatory irises growing as well – their blooming season is over though.”

 They laugh, at the ridiculousness of the statement and stand side by side to watch the leaves sway gently in the breeze.

 “I realised,” Étienne starts again softly, playing with the string of his bathing suit, “That I enjoy puttering in the backyard. I don’t mind getting my hands dirty and it gives me something to focus on that isn’t one of the millions of problems running free in my head. It – grounds me, pardon the pun.” He puffs, self-amused and Edward takes his hand and laces their fingers together.

 “If you enjoy it, then I say, go for it.”

 Étienne gives him a brilliant smile in exchange and Edward’s insides go soft at the sight.

 He gets it though, the sometimes-mindless work of tending a garden that somehow takes you out of your own head. It’s why he’s always liked it. Gets him to think about what he’s doing and watching the garden grow and take shape is rewarding in its own way. Even if there are some issues he cannot fix in the world, he can still tend to his garden and watch it thrive and grow – problem solve when needed and see it flourish. He gets it, really.

 “So, how about that swim?” He asks, before the moment can grow heavy and change into something else entirely different. Étienne tugs on his hand gently and leads him back to where the pool eagerly awaits for them.

 FIN

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Les arbres indispensables puits de carbone. Même si certaines espèces comme le peuplier ou l’eucalyptus peuvent former de l’ozone et contribuer ainsi à la pollution atmosphérique ils constituent des puits de carbone naturels très précieux. Plus les arbres sont jeunes et plus ils absorbent de grandes quantités de CO2 atmosphère. Ce carbone est alors stocké, puis transformé en biomasse végétale. Certaines espèces d’érables peuvent, par exemple, fixer près de 120 kg de carbone sur une période de 50 ans, soit environ 2,5 kg par an. Ce sont des purificateurs d’air grâce à la photosynthèse, les arbres produisent de grandes quantités d’oxygène. Un chêne produit par exemple, la quantité d’oxygène dont un individu a besoin pour une journée. Les arbres permettent également de réduire la teneur de l’air en gaz polluants et en particules fines. Les feuilles de certaines espèces agissent comme de véritables ventouses, qui peuvent fixer jusqu’à 20 kg de particules par an. Des climatiseurs précieux les arbres ont un impact direct sur la température ambiante. Ils peuvent modifier le degré d’humidité d’un quartier simplement à travers la production de vapeur d’eau dans l’atmosphère (l’évapotranspiration). En été, ils rafraîchissent l’air grâce à leur feuillage celui-ci absorbe et réfléchit une partie du rayonnement qui, autrement, atteindrait le bitume pour se transformer en chaleur. En hiver, les arbres servent, au contraire, à limiter la fraîcheur de l’air en agissant comme des paravents naturels contre les vents froids

Trees are essential carbon sinks. Although some species such as poplar or eucalyptus can form ozone and thus contribute to air pollution, they are very valuable natural carbon sinks. The younger the trees, the more they absorb large amounts of CO2 from the atmosphere. This carbon is then stored, then transformed into plant biomass. Some maple species can, for example, fix up to 120 kg of carbon over a 50-year period, or about 2.5 kg per year. They are air purifiers through photosynthesis, trees produce large amounts of oxygen. An oak, for example, produces the amount of oxygen an individual needs for a day. Trees also help reduce the content of polluting gases and fine particles in the air. The leaves of some species act as real suckers, which can hold up to 20 kg of particles per year. Precious air conditioners trees have a direct impact on the ambient temperature. They can change the humidity of a neighborhood simply by producing water vapor in the atmosphere evapotranspiration. In summer, they cool the air with their foliage, which absorbs and reflects some of the radiation that would otherwise reach the bitumen and turn into heat. In winter, trees serve, on the contrary, to limit the freshness of the air by acting as natural screens against cold winds

July 6 2021

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 39 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: I can’t believe this is the penultimate chapter guys.  I’m writing the last one and, like, sobbing.  And then the epilogues - more sobbing.  Just sobbing all around.  Hope you guys enjoy!

Bee watched the video about thirty times in a row before she came to terms with it.  

At first, it was because Hank was so cute.  Sitting there on his blanket on the grass in his little striped onesie, his chubby rolls on full display, he rattled a Tupperware full of snacks with his helmet on.  She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him and his big smile, and when he laughed excitedly at the end, her heart warmed.  It was a happy noise he made countless times when he was in her arms too, though she hadn’t heard it in person since May.  It was now September.

It was only after she registered how cute Hank was that Bee heard Jake’s voice in the background.  “Where we goin’ this year?  Where we goin’ this year man?” he beckoned Hank, who looked at him with some confusion.  Eventually, he looked to the side, his helmet revealing the Carolina Hurricanes logo.  

It was then, and only then, that Bee felt her heart drop into her stomach.  Carolina.  Jake, Lucy, and Hank were moving to Raleigh, North Carolina, to be members of the Carolina Hurricanes.

On the one hand, Bee was happy.  She knew how hard of a time Jake had in Toronto.  She knew demons followed him from game sevens of the past and bad defensive mistakes.  She knew all that.  Carolina would be quieter – much quieter – if there was even going to be any noise at all.  Carolina was a small market team, and not on a lot of people’s radars besides their whole ‘Bunch of Jerks’ campaign and their playoff run.  They were a young team, with a good coach, and nothing to lose.  It would be a perfect fit for Jake after the loud, emotionally draining eight years of being in Toronto.  

But she had to think selfishly, on some level.  Lucy was gone.  Yet another one of her rocks gone to another city.  A woman who took her under her wing, taught her about hockey, took her shopping after the break in, and made her feel at home amongst the Toronto Maple Leafs organization; a woman who knew exactly how to cheer her up with pictures and videos of Hank; a woman who bestowed upon her the title of “Auntie Bee” that Bee kept so near to her heart.

For Morgan, his best friend – gone.  The man he roomed with when he first came to Toronto.  The man he “shared custody” of Uma the Puma with.  The man who cut Morgan’s hair, helped him properly tie ties, teased with weird Americanisms and sayings, and drove crazy until finally moving out.  For Jake, a groomsman at his wedding.  A guy who, despite being three and a half years younger than him, acted like an older brother while navigating the hockey life and living in a new city.  “Uncle Morgan.”

Bee cried silently to herself.  She was alone in her office – with Morgan working out at the gym that morning – when the news broke.  She assumed Jake probably tried to get a hold of Morgan before he posted the video, but Morgan never checked his phone during a workout.  He would have called Bee to let her know.  It was only when Mark Travers knocked on her door that she was brought back down to reality, having to compose herself in less than ten seconds before he opened the door and walked into her office.

“I was wondering if you have those updates spreadsheets for Peralta and Partners,” he said, focused on reading whatever was on his phone.  

“Yeah, of course,” she said, her voice soft, trying not to sound like she had just been crying.  She gathered the files he needed, getting up from her desk and handing it to him.  “Here you go.”

He took the files from her and was due to walk out of her office without even looking at her once during the entire interaction.  She was thankful – worried that her eyes were still red – but once he stopped in the doorway and turned around, that all went away.  “You hear that Gardiner signed with Carolina?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded her head slightly.  “I just heard.”

“Maybe we’ll finally have room for Mitch.  And fuck – maybe we’ll finally replace him with a half-decent defenseman,” Mark quipped, finally looking at her.  “What’s Mo think?”

Bee held her breath.  She didn’t want to get emotional in front of her boss.  She liked Mark, but she wanted to yell at him for his comment.  “Morgan and Jake are best friends.  Morgan was in his wedding party.  So I assume he isn’t going to be the happiest about this,” she said simply, curtly, with no emotion.

Mark pursed his lips at her words.  He realized the tone in which he said his comment probably wasn’t the best.  “Ah.  Well then.  That makes me a bit of a dick then, doesn’t it?”

She wasn’t going to answer that question.  “Do you need to bring those spreadsheets into the Peralta meeting or not?”

Mark decided to leave her alone, closing her office door behind him so nobody would bother her.  Bee let out the breath she was holding and shook her head, letting a few stray tears fall again.  After composing herself, she picked up her phone, reading over Lucy’s Instagram post again and again before she finally tapped to comment and began writing something out.  She must have started, deleted, and changing things over a dozen times before she finally hit post.

@brionymctavish:  Lucy <3 <3 <3 you know how much you, Jake, and Hank mean to me.  From the beginning you guys welcomed me with open arms and treated me like family – the family I never had.  The way you and Jake helped after the break in and after my mother passed away is a testament to how good you are as people.  You have no clue how much I love you guys.  Your Toronto family will miss you so dearly.  I hope Jake won’t be able to smell Morgan in Carolina…

***

“I can come in with you, if you want,” Morgan offered as they sat in the waiting room together, her hand clasped tightly in his, resting on his lap.  “If you’re really nervous or --”

“It’s okay,” Bee intervened.  “You sound more nervous than I am.”

“I know this was your decision,” Morgan started, “and you know I support you a hundred percent.  Always.  I just know this is your first time and it’s going to be heavy and you’ll probably start talking about things that will bring up some bad memories for you and--”

“Briony McTavish?” the receptionist called out, a smile on her face.  Bee perked up.  “Doctor Rowell is ready for you.”

Bee could feel Morgan squeeze her hand even tighter.  He gave her another look before she began to stand up.  “Briony, I can come if you--”

“It’s okay, Morgan,” she assured him, bending down to kiss him.  “Go get some coffee.  It’ll just be an hour.”

Morgan stood up to be at level with her and kissed her again.  “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.  This is going to be great.  It’s going to help so much.”

Morgan nodded his head.  He knew she was right.  “I love you Bumblebee.  Always.”

“And I love you too.”

Bee began making her way further into the office, looking back one time and noticing Morgan waiting for her to disappear down the corridor.  The receptionist led her to an office near the end of the hallway where a professionally dressed woman in her early 40s was writing something at her desk.  “Doctor Rowell, your new patient Briony McTavish is here.”

Dr. Rowell’s smile was warm, and she immediately stood up from her desk to greet her.  “It’s nice to meet you, Briony,” she extended her hand.  “I’m Georgina Rowell.”

“You can call me Bee,” Bee smiled as she shook her hand.  “It’s very nice to meet you, Doctor Rowell.”

“You can close the door, Deborah,” Dr. Rowell said.  “Briony, you can take a seat,” she motioned to the chairs in the room as she began walking back to her desk.  Both women settled into their seats comfortably before making eye contact again and smiling.  “Is this your first ever therapy session, Briony?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well then, let’s get started.”

***

Bee’s heart was pounding out of her chest as she tried to walk calmly through the hospital, appeasing the skip in her step and the fact that she wanted to scream from the top of her lungs in pure jubilation.  ‘Aryne had the baby!!!!!  Did you hear?!  ARYNE HAD THE BABY!!!!!’ she wanted to scream at every doctor, nurse, patient, attendant, porter – anybody she walked by.  She couldn’t contain the smile on her face.  She’d called Morgan, already in Newfoundland for training camp, to let him know.  She’d scream it from the rooftops if she could.  Megaphone and everything.  

She knocked softly on the door of Aryne’s room, flowers in one hand.  “Hello?” she asked.

She noticed John peek his head back from the chair he was sitting on.  “Hey, come in,” he whispered, beckoning her inside the room.  

Bee shuffled in quickly, seeing John sitting on his chair beside the bed, Aryne propped up comfortably with the baby in her arms.  He was wrapped up in his little blanket and hat – the traditional ones that hospitals always gave – his face scrunched up, his eyes closed.  Aryne was beaming down at him.  John too.  In that moment, nothing else mattered in the world.  

“Congratulations,” Bee whispered, hugging John from behind.  

“Meet our baby boy.  Baby Jace,” Aryne smiled.

Bee beamed from ear to ear.  “Baby boy!  Baby Jace!” she whispered-screamed, containing a squeal.  She got as close as she could without being too eager and overbearing, taking into account all his little features and expressions.  Aryne couldn’t keep her eyes off of him; neither could John.  “You guys…he’s perfect.”

“It was quite the labour,” John commented, rubbing Aryne’s leg through the sheets.  “Maybe ten hours or so?  They weighed him at a whopping nine pounds, seven ounces.”

Bee’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.  “Nine-seven?!  Fuck Aryne…God bless,” she giggled.

“I know, right?” Aryne rolled her eyes playfully.  “But he’s healthy – that’s what matters.  I’d do it all over again.”

Bee set the flowers down on the windowsill before she sat on the edge of Aryne’s bed.  John stood up to leave them alone, saying he was going to go get some coffee, kissing Aryne before kissing baby Jace’s forehead.  Aryne told Bee about the labour and delivery, how nice all the hospital staff and nurses were, and how their families had already visited and were due back that night to help out.  The meeting with the lactation consultant went wonderfully and Jace was already a pro.  John had already changed a diaper.  They were going to be discharged tomorrow, thankfully, so they could go home and start nesting.  Jace was sleeping, or else Aryne would have let Bee hold him, but both women knew there would be many, many opportunities to hold him in the future.

“This’ll be you one day, you know,” Aryne said softly, looking between Bee and Jace.  “I’m not saying it’s going to happen to you tomorrow or whatever, but it’s going to happen for you.”

Bee inhaled deeply.  “Yeah.  I know.”

“You see that for yourself, right?  I know that Angie tells you that all the time…that you deserve all the good things in life in spite of what happened in your past.  And I don’t mean kids.  I mean, like…happiness.”

Bee nodded her head.  “I do.  I see it with Morgan.”

“He sees it with you too,” Aryne said.  “Like I even have to tell you that.  I think he saw it with you the first time he laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t think so,” Bee chuckled slightly.  

“Well I think so,” Aryne smiled.  “And I happen to think you two would make the cutest babies in existence, but that’s neither here nor there.  I hope you see happiness with me too – well, me, John, Jace, the Leafs…”

Bee nodded her head.  She knew what Aryne was getting at.  She knew Aryne was in a very emotional state right now and that she needed to hear these words, but it wasn’t like Bee was saying them just to appease her.  Bee meant it.  She truly, truly meant it.  Despite what had happened to her this past year – the break in, her mother dying, Morgan’s March conundrum, game seven with Boston, her friends leaving, and most recently, the alcoholism reveal, she was the happiest she had ever been, by a long shot.  Despite those things happening, she met the most amazing people, participated in the most amazing events, landed her dream job, graduated with a Master’s, made more friends, and started volunteer work.  It was an emotional rollercoaster, but it was the best year of her life.  “Of course I do.  You guys are my family,” she said softly.  “I don’t…I don’t see it with anybody else besides you guys.  This is the family I’ve built for myself.”

Aryne’s eyes began watering.  “Okay.  Okay,” she nodded, trying to keep it together.  “Sorry.  I’m just --”

“Why are you apologizing?  You just had a baby eight hours ago,” Bee couldn’t help but smile.  “I’d be an emotional fucking wreck.”

“I am though!” Aryne giggled through her tears.  “I am an emotional wreck!  I can’t believe how close we’ve gotten in how short a time, and I can’t believe how it feels like you were always meant to be in my life.”

“You were always meant to be in my life too.  I think you were always meant to be like my big sister.  The big sister I never had,” Bee rubbed her arm.

“I love it.  I take that role very seriously, if you can’t tell,” Aryne said, wiping stray tears from her eyes.  “Even John.  Your big brother.”

“John’s…” Bee tried to find the right words to express what she was feeling.  “He’s been…the best,” she was about to get emotional now too.  She thought back to the phone call he made to her after Danielle approached her in the restaurant.  Encouraging her to get lawyers involved.  Offering his lawyer.  The wise advice he gave her.  He was on the phone with her for a good half an hour, listening to her and talking to her about everything.  He was a rock.  She always knew he was a rock, but that confirmed it for her.  

“I just want to make sure you know how loved you are, and how much we consider you like family,” Aryne said.  “I mean it, Tia Bee.”

“Tia?”

“Portuguese for aunt,” Aryne informed her.  “Hank and Jace don’t know how lucky they are to have an aunt like you.”

***

“If your boyfriend kisses a fish he’s never allowed to kiss me hello again.”

Bee snorted at Angie’s words as Mason plopped down beside her on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.  “Shut it.  He’s becoming a Newfoundlander.”

“I think there are other ways of becoming a Newfoundlander besides kissing a cod fish on the lips,” Angie grimaced.

“There isn’t!” Bee exclaimed.  “He told me he volunteered to do it.  They’re all gonna go to a bar.  They get certificates and everything.”

“You should frame it and put it up next to your Master’s diploma.”

Bee pinched the skin on Angie’s forearm tightly, causing her to yelp.  Mason almost spilled the popcorn.  “You’re mean, you know that?”

“Ladies, have we picked a movie?” Mason intervened.  “Do I need to sit in between you to separate you?  You know, like you’re five?”

“We’ll behave mom,” Angie sneered jokingly.  “I think we decided on The Prince and Me.”

“The Prince and Me?  Really?”

“It was filmed at Victoria College, Mason,” Bee said.  “Plus who wouldn’t want to make out with a Danish prince in the stacks of E.J. Pratt library?”

“I bet Freddie Andersen made some girl’s dreams come true that way,” Angie quipped again.

Another pinch from Bee; another yelp from Angie.  “Do not bring my darling Fred into this.”

“Into what?”

“Your perverted mind!”

“You’re telling me you’ve never fantasized about bringing Morgan into Pratt or Robarts to an obscure section where no-one ever goes so he could fuck you against the stacks?”

Bee stayed silent.  Mason pretended to gag.  Angie had a proud look on her face.  “Case closed.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too,” Angie made a kissy face.  “Now give me some of that popcorn.”

They settled into the couch and cuddled into each other as they began the movie, sharing the popcorn amongst them – finishing it early enough that it forced Mason to make another batch in the microwave.  Cuddling on the couch with them, stuffing her face with popcorn, watching a cheesy romantic movie, reminded Bee of her life before Morgan.  Before Morgan, it was just the three of them, together, against the world.  So much had changed since then, with the entrance of the Leafs, with people like Tyler and Fred and John and Aryne, with travels to Vancouver, with media attention, with DMs, and with her education and job.  When she thought about it – when she really thought about it – Bee couldn’t believe it had all happened within the year.  She was in such a different place than she was a year ago, but that was a good thing.  

She was moving forward.  

But at the same time, she could always go back to cuddling on the couch with Angie and Mason.  It was somewhat true, she thought, the saying that she’d heard time and time again: the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Near the end of the movie, Bee felt her phone vibrate a few times.  When she saw that it was Morgan texting her some pictures, she immediately opened the message.  The first few were of the scenery around town in St. John’s, and of the coastline where it looked like he, Fred, and Jason Spezza all went for a hike on Signal Hill.  It was the following pictures that piqued her interest.  Darker and less scenic, she knew exactly what they were before she even opened them.  When they enlarged on her screen, she smiled.

“What’s got you smirking, Bee?” Mason asked.

“Folks…I think my boyfriend has replaced me with a cod fish.”

Angie’s eyes bulged at her words.  “If you show me that picture I’m gonna barf.”

Bee did anyway.  She turned her phone screen to them.  Mason was thoroughly enjoying it; Angie was gagging.  Bee swiped through the pictures and laughed when she landed on the last one.  “Look!  Even the Crown Prince of Denmark got in on the action!” she squealed, showing the picture of Fred kissing the same fish.  

“FRED!” Angie wailed, horrified and disgusted all at once.  “How could he?!”

“He’s an honourary Newfoundlander!” Mason exclaimed excitedly.

“I’m never going to look at those soft lips the same way again,” Angie grimaced.

Mason shot her a horrified look, causing Bee to start laughing uncontrollably.  In between her laughs she could hear Mason huff, “Does this mean Fred is a part of your freebie five now?  I don’t know if I like that!  He’s too close!”

***

“I’ve gotta bring you to Newfoundland,” Morgan mumbled in between Bee’s kisses as they were cuddling on the couch the night of his arrival back to Toronto.  “The water is so blue, Bumblebee.  And the people are so nice.  The accent is a bit interesting, but my God, I’ve never met such genuinely nice people in my life.”

Bee giggled as she stopped kissing him momentarily to look him in the eye.  “You’re gonna have to bring me,” she said, a mischievous grin on her face.  “Or maybe I’ll go with Angie.”

“Whomever you go with, you just need to go,” his breathing was heavy.  “You’ll love the water Bee – love the water – it’s just so blue.  And you can get screeched in too.”

“Are we gonna kiss the same fish?”

“I don’t know if I like you kissing something Auston has also kissed,” he quipped, causing her to laugh out loud.  “He already made out with one of your cupcakes.  I think that’s enough.”

“Come here,” she bit her lip before leaning in to start kissing him again.  She took the initiative to take off her sweater, leaving her in just her plain t-shirt bra.  That didn’t stop Morgan from kissing down her neck and licking his way over to the top of her breasts, escalating things even quicker than she had anticipated.  

“I missed you so much,” he mumbled against her skin as he worked on unclasping her bra.  “Missed your lips.  Your skin.  Your boobs.”

“You always miss my boobs.”

“They’re the best boobs in the fucking world,” he mumbled, finally unclasping it and snaking it off her arms before throwing it on the coffee table.  She couldn’t help but giggle again as he dove in, his lips running amuck along her skin, licking and sucking at one of her nipples.  

Bee enjoyed the feeling of hit hot mouth and tongue on her breasts, as she always did, and slipped her hands underneath his hoodie to feel his abs and chest.  Eventually, she took it off of him, leading him to wrap his arms around her and lie her down on the couch, hovering on top of her.  He kissed his way down her body to the top of the leggings she was wearing, pulling them off with ease.  “I missed this the most,” he mumbled, feeling the heat from her core as he placed his hand in between her thighs, over the plain cotton underwear she was wearing.

“Did you?” she breathed out.

“You know I always do,” he said.  “I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy, baby.”

“Then why don’t you?” she arched her eyebrow, her voice holding a little bit of attitude in it.

Morgan smirked, shoving her underwear off before spreading her legs open with his hands.  “You saucy minx,” he said with an equal amount of attitude.  “You’re lucky I’m desperate to taste you or else I’d tease the fuck out of you.”

He didn’t waste time as he began to lap at her and suck on her clit, causing her to moan out his name and squirm.  Like he’d done countless times before, he brought his arms up and held her in place, keeping her pleasure in his control.  The moans of his name became louder and louder the more he lapped at her, and eventually, she was a swearing, screaming mess on the couch, shaking from pleasure as she was sure her juices coated Morgan’s face, just how he liked it.  When he finally stopped, rising from his position and hovering over her body, she watched as he licked his lips hungrily before he dipped down to kiss her.  “You taste so fucking good.”

“Mo--”

“So fucking sweet.  So fucking delicious,” he mumbled against her lips in between sticking his tongue into her mouth.  She made sure to shove his pants down his legs to free his cock.  “I could eat you all fucking night.”

Bee smiled as she felt his arms snake around her body again, and he pulled her up and adjusted their positions so she was sitting on his lap again.  Almost immediately, she grabbed his cock and sat on it, grabbing the couch behind Morgan’s head to steady herself.  Morgan buried his face between her breasts again as she adjusted to his size, slowly rocking back and forth.  

“We still gonna go to Positano?” she asked softly, giving him a quick kiss.

“Of course.”

“And Lake Como?”

“Yes.”

“And New Zealand?”

“Yes.”

“And Turkmenistan?” she smirked.

Morgan huffed, a smile playing on his face.  “Turkmenistan and Antarctica.”

“And now Newfoundland.”

“And now Newfoundland,” Morgan affirmed.  “I fucked you on a boat on the west coast and I’ll fuck you in a boat on the east coast too.”

Bee couldn’t help but laugh again.  “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise.”

She continued to rock back and forth on his cock, shoving her breasts into his face and increasing her pace.  Morgan’s hands travelled all over her body before one snaked its way between them, his thumb rubbing at her clit.  It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax, screaming out his name and shuddering in his arms.  Morgan kept thrusting in and out of her until he got his sweet release too, causing her to shiver again as she felt him filling her up.

As they came down from their highs, Bee moved so she could look Morgan in the eyes, cupping his face between her hands.  “I’m gonna miss you so much when the season starts again.”

“Shhhhh…” Morgan responded almost immediately.  “Don’t.  Don’t do this to yourself Bee.”

“I’m just saying--”

“Shhhhh,” he repeated, kissing her.  “Just focus on the now.  Us.  Together.  Right now.”

Bee nestled her face into the crook of his neck.  She thought about how cold the bed would be without him, but how warm it would be when he returned.  She thought about how empty the apartment would be with just her and Bruce, but how full it would feel when he returned.  She thought about how empty the couch would be with only she and Brucey cuddling, but how warm and cozy it would be when he returned.  Morgan just made everything better; it was the type of person he was.  It was how he changed her life.  “If I had my way I’d have you with me all the time,” she said, her voice quiet.

“Me too, Bumblebee.  If I had my way we’d stay like this forever.”

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via Barb's Place Ms. Fix-it by Barb C Rating: G Setting: Post-The Gift Characters: Willow, Giles Synopsis: If Willow doesn't take care of things, who will? Author's notes: Written for the 2019 Which Willow Ficathon. This is a stand-alone, canon-compliant fic. (I.e. not part of the Barbverse.) Buffy Summers had been dead for exactly one week, three days, eighteen hours, and forty-two minutes. Not that Willow was counting. She didn't have to; the slow and steady energy drain of the spell she was using to keep the body from decaying while they all decided what to do was counter enough. The click-click=click of her heels on the pavement followed her around the corner as she turned off Wilkins and onto Maple, heading for the Magic Box. The sun's last rays painted the western sky a brilliant orange behind the roofline of the storefronts. The strap of the satchel she carried dug into her shoulder, and she concentrated on the small discomfort, willing it to drown out the whirring of her thoughts. Inside her head, Goody-Two-Shoes Rule-Following Willow kept pointing out that concealing Buffy's death was seriously dodgy, and could only cause more problems the longer they kept it up. Once the authorities did get involved, surely they wouldn't be happyif they found that Buffy Summers' friends had just... buried her in the back yard, well, in Miller's Woods, in a home-made coffin, without a permit or an autopsy or a death certificate, as if she were a pet goldfish or something. Buffy had died without a will, so would the house go to Dawn, or to Mr. Summers? Or to both? Would they have to go through probate? (What even was probate, anyway?) She was pretty sure that they couldn't afford a lawyer, if Mr. Summers wanted to fight for custody, and even if they could, what judge would let a minor stay with a couple of unrelated barely-out-of-minorhood hemselves women instead of her own father? And could they pay the mortgage? Would the bank foreclose? But Dawn didn't want to go live with her father, and no one could contact Hank Summers anyway. And there was also the hiding-the-Slayer's-demise-from-demonkind-because-the-replacement-Slayer-was-doing-ten-to-twentyness of the whole situation. What Willow really wanted to do was curl up somewhere and cry. But if she did that, nothing would get done at all. Dawn was a mess, Xander was obsessing over the planning of the aforementioned back-yard funeral, Anya was great at pointing out problems but not nearly as forthcoming with solutions, Spike was an alcoholic puddle on the crypt floor. Tara could offer emotional support, but not much else. And Giles, the actual certified grownup, was wandering blankly through the motions of, well, just about everything. So (argued Subversive Countrculture Hacker-cum-Superwitch Willow) obviously the only thing to do was fix up the Buffybot yet again, and pretend that Buffy Summers was alive and well. Not that that would really help much on the paying-the-mortgage front, unless they sent the Buffybot out to get a job, which at this point was looking like a better and better idea, but totally aside from all of that, the truth was, part of her simply wasn't able to bear the idea of sealing, stamping, or certifying that Buffy Summers was really most sincerely dead. The sign on the Magic Box door said "OPEN," but only a single light shone in the back of the store, illuminating the rare books section. Willow cupped her hands against the glass and peered through the blinds. She could see a dark figure hunched at the reading table. Was Giles just... sitting there, in the dark? Biting her lip, she pulled the door open. The jangle of the bell was loud in the nearly-deserted street. The hunched figure straightened. "Ah. Willow. I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting you." Giles stood, a slow, jerky unwinding, and came to meet her, a particularly musty volume tucked in the crook of one elbow. His deeply line face was unutterably weary. Not just tired, but lost. Not that Willow imagined she looked particularly chipper herself; it had been a rough couple of weeks. He crossed to the checkout counter, set the book down, and flicked on the switch for the front lights, flooding the store with brilliance. Well, relative brilliance. Willow caught a glimpse of The Rituals of Osiris on the cover, embossed in eye-twisting curlicues. Giles adjusted his glasses. "I beg your pardon. I was just doing some, er, inventorying. I've been composing my final report to the Council, and frankly, I needed a bit of a breather." He trailed off, and Willow gulped. Final report? She wasn't oblivious; Giles had been chafing at the bit to go back to England for years. Or was it champing at the bit? Whatever, Giles had been doing it. But always before there'd been something – someone – to tie him to Sunnydale a little longer. "No, no, I was wondering if Anya was around? For financial-type questioning and answering. I can come back tomorrow if it's a bad time." Were there any good times? "You - you're not already finished with the report, are you? Are you sure you included all the relevant details? The monks, the Knights, the minions? Whatever was up with Ben? There was an awful lot going on." Giles replaced his glasses. "It's quite comprehensive, I assure you." He busied himself behind the counter, doing something mysterious with receipts. "I'll submit it as soon as we determine how to best... handle the details of Buffy's passing. Once that's done, I'd expect to hear back from Travers very shortly with my new assignment." Apprehension blossomed into panic. Giles couldn't leave. Not now. Everything was changing, falling apart, and she couldn't move fast enough, hold on hard enough, to keep the shards together. I have to fix this, I have to fix this, I have to fix this. "You can't leave," Willow blurted. "I mean, no matter what we do, the Hellmouth is still going to be here, being all hellish and mouthy, and if we're trying to convince the demony types that Buffy's still around – " she unslung her satchel and plunked it down on the counter top, rubbing her aching shoulder. "Shouldn't her Watcher be around too? For verisimilitude?" Giles straightened, sighed, ran a hand over his face. "Willow... we've had this conversation before." "No. No, no, we haven't." She waved her hands in agitation. "Not this one. We had a similar-yet-different, almost but not quite totally unrelated conversation! Last time you wanted to leave because you thought Buffy didn't need you around, and now – " "Buffy is no longer around to need me," Giles finished. "But that's exactly why you have to stay!" Willow pulled a sheaf of printouts from the satchel and fanned them out across the counter – schematics, wiring diagrams, reams of C++. "Buffy's gone. I've got to the get the Bot repaired if we're going to have a hope in heck of fooling Social Services, but that's a walk of the cake variety compared to getting it to fight demons on the regular, and it's – " His expression wasn't softening. Giles had serious leaving-on -a-jet-plane face. Think, think, think – what had snapped him out of it the last time he'd wanted to leave? Buffy, of course. Buffy telling him that she still needed him. But Buffy was gone. (Did it make it better or worse, saying 'gone' instead of 'dead?') Buffy couldn't need him anymore. Except, except... inspiration struck. "Giles, it's not going well. The demon-fighting of the Bot, I mean. I was hoping you could help." "Er." Giles regarded the stack of printouts with an expression of faint alarm. "I'm afraid that my expertise doesn't extend to chipsets. And what do you mean, it's not going well? The robot was quite successful against Glory." "Not that kind of help. And that's because we were basically just using her as a distraction." She leaned across the counter, voice dropping to a confidential whisper, as if the Buffybot were listening in and might get its feelings hurt. "The problem is, the Bot's strong, but she's not very tough. She's actually pretty fragile – all those delicate gears and servos and circuits. She wasn't engineered for heavy-duty demon fighting. She's got all this fighty-kicky programming based on Buffy's combat style, but when she's actually fighting a demon, if it gets its hands... claws... appendages on her, a lot of the time it can just rip her apart. That's fine if we just bring her out once a year to fight some major baddie, but if she's going to be patrolling every night? She can't heal by herself, and we have limited supplies for repairs, and..." she threw up her hands. The glasses were getting a thorough polishing again. "That's unfortunate, but I'm not seeing how I can be of assistance. I'm neither an engineer nor a programmer, Willow." You're not getting away that easily, mister. "You don't have to be! What she needs is a teacher. That's the beauty of it. She's got learning routines. I don't want to think about whatever it was Spike wanted her to learn, but she can incorporate new options into her decision trees. Someone needs to show her a different kind of fighting style, one that minimizes her chances of getting grappled. And there's nobody who can do that better than you can." Giles was wavering, she could see it. Maybe Fake Buffy was better than no Buffy. She stared up at him, beseeching, willing him to say Yes, yes, Willow, I'll stay, I'll help you. Finally, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Very well. I'll make the attempt, at any rate. But as soon as the robot is capable of protecting herself adequately, I really must – " "Oh, Giles, thank you!" Willow flung herself across the counter to give him an impulsive hug, scattering the printouts and knocking the book to the floor. She let him go with a squeak if alarm and dove after them. Giles knelt to help her pick the papers up, and she stuffed everything back into the satchel willy-nilly. "This will work, I'm sure of it! She's almost ready for a trial run – I'll call you as soon as she's ready! Oh! And I'll come back tomorrow morning to talk to Anya." She couldn't exactly say her heart was lighter as she left the store, but at least one piece of her shattered world was glued back into place, however temporarily. Surely Giles would realize after awhile, that staying was the right thing. Willow hurried along the darkening streets towards Buffy's house, where Dawn and Tara would be waiting. Tomorrow... well, maybe tomorrow Anya would have some ideas for what to do about the money, and the legal questions, and... Willow groaned. There was so much still to do, so many things she had to make right – because who else would do it? It was all too much. Even with the Bot... everything would be so much easier if only... If only Buffy wasn't... She shivered, though the late spring evening wasn't cold, not at all. Buffy was gone. Buffy was dead. And there was nothing she could do to make that right. Her eyes stung. She wiped them defiantly, then ran a thumb under the satchel strap. Her heart might be ligher(ish), but the satchel definitely seemed to be heavier. She opened the flap, peered inside. What on earth...oh. Drat. She'd stuffed Giles' spellbook in there by accident. She should return it. But she was almost back to Revello Drive, and she was going back to the Magic Box tomorrow to see Anya anyway... she'd keep it just for tonight. Maybe read a few chapters. She'd been wanting to brush up on her Egyptian rituals anyway. Maybe it would distract her from her problems, if only for a little while. What could it hurt? End comments

[sjlordi]

[C]les civilisations cosmiques

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En 990 suite à la découverte des civilisations extérieures l'empire céleste se lance dans une course à la découverte de civilisations célestes et cosmiques sous l'impulsion des explorateurs cosmiques et des astronomes célestes un observatoire est fondé avec le mécénat de l'empereur céleste à Alcesia la capitale de l'empire céleste c'est le plus grand observatoire au monde il regroupe les savoirs des siècles précédent dans son immense bibliothèque impériale céleste les astronomes lancent la constitution des premiers vaisseaux d'exploration ces vaisseaux sont plus long que les bombardiers célestes et ont une plus grande légèreté et autonomie que ces derniers le premier vaisseau céleste est capable de traverser le nuage d'Orion et fais un orbite complet autour du nuage il atterit dans le Royaume de Obrefort près de Obrebourg dans les forêts de sapins géants réputée les plus denses de l'empire céleste de janvier à octobre 990 les explorateurs cartographies l'extérieur du nuage d'Orion ils créés des nuages gigantesque les nuages cardinaux qui leur permettent de fonder des bases aériennes et ont pour principal usage d'être un repère pour se retrouver dans le ciel et trouver l'emplacement du continent céleste

[C]l'empire céleste

L'empire céleste est la première civilisation céleste son continent est à 100 000 miles de hauteur orbitant sur l'océan polaire sa civilisation est une union de royaumes vassaux d'un empereur

La capitale est Alcesia la population est de huit milliards le climat est polaire c'est l'un des plus froid du ciel les celestiens sont les premiers à explorer le ciel suivi par l'observation de boreal

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l'empire céleste est découvert en 977 par un moldröve ayant réussi par un moyen inconnu à fouler le pieds sur ce continent céleste ce même moldröve aurait aussi découvert l'istraï de siberth ou royaume au dessus des nuages un royaume situé sur la montagne noire en Mercia la plus haute du monde lancée en pique vers le ciel le royaume dispose de villes creusée à même la montagne l'explorateur ne serait pas revenu de ce royaume et les rares à avoir atteint le sommet de la montagne noire indique que le royaume au dela des nuages est considéré comme la toute première civilisation extérieure à l'humanité un royaume au plafond

En 987 un bombardier novgor est emporté par un typhon céleste et se fait propulser à travers le nuage d'Orion et s'écrase dans le Royaume de l'empereur ces novgor ont trouvé le moldröve et ont même sympathisé avec celui ci les novgors et moldröve ennemis sur le continent ont construit une amitié dans le ciel et ont fait le premier contact entre les humains du continent et les humains céleste

[C]Continent

Le continent grouille de ressources naturelles et est suffiscient pour que la civilisation céleste perdure le continent est à l'abri des typhons il est à une hauteur culminante de 100 000 miles environt trois fois la distance entre le continent polaire et le continent du Nord le continent céleste est en orbite circulaire autour de l'océan polaire ses saisons coïncident avec les cycles lunaires et selon où se trouve le continent si le continent est au dessus du continent polaire c'est la saison des neige

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[C]Les vaisseaux Maple I II III IV et V

En 990 les astronomes se mettent en lien avec les chantiers de construction des bombardiers céleste et mettent en oeuvre la création de vaisseaux capable d'atteindre le cosmos et pouvant durer plusieurs siècles en réservoir les moteurs serait quarante fois plus puissant que ceux des bombardiers céleste et aurait une propulsion à accélération de particule intégrée au moteur à nuage faisant que le vaisseau serait plus léger et maniable les astronomes créés dans l'observatoire d'Alcesia une lancée dans le cosmos et l'exploration les astronomes lance la mission Maple I et II en 990 en 991 Maple III IV en 1017 Maple V

[C]Cap des rêves

Le cap des rêves est découvert en 990 par le vaisseau Maple II qui explore l'ouest et les environs de l'empire céleste il se situe à une altitude de 70 000 miles et à 9 000 miles du continent céleste c'est le seul cap visible depuis le continent du Nord Maple II fait un orbite pour photographier le nuage c'est la première fois que les astronomes célestiens peuvent montrer l'extérieur du nuage d'Orion

[C]Maple I et II

Le vaisseau Maple I est lancé le 16 juillet 990 sa trajectoire est en ascension haute de 90 degrés il doit traverser le typhon d'Orion et devenir le premier vaisseau à le faire son ascension se passe avec plusieurs secousses et turbulences causée par le typhon le vaisseau est fabriqué pour résister à cette étape les calculs de trajectoire ont pris en compte que la trajectoire est indéfinie et ont mis un calcul leur permettant de recentrer le vaisseau à sa trajectoire le vaisseau communique par radiographe à la base de Pedelfort choisi comme site de lancement pour ses prairies de fleurs et de tulipes le 16 juillet 990 Maple I traverse le nuage d'Orion et découvre le ciel extérieur pour la première fois les membre d'équipage prennent en photo le nuage d'Orion et décrive comme tel à quoi ressemble le ciel "c'est un océan de nuage qui s'étend à l'infini dans toute les directions on voit une large masse de terre en bas le nuage d'Orion est gigantesque vu d'ici le ciel est ensoleillé bleu et chauffe le vaisseau nous sommes en orbite" Maple I entame un orbite dont le cercle entier est de 53 heures soit deux jours et 5 heures et commence son exploration du ciel le 19 juillet Maple se dirige vers l'ouest et reste en contact permanent avec le continent céleste il doit atterir le 5 août 997 pour rendre ses conclusions

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Le vaisseau Maple II est lancé le 2 août 990 il à pour mission d'explorer le ciel austral qui se trouve 500 000 miles au dessus de l'empire céleste son observation relève plusieurs découverte les typhons céleste ont des trajectoire aléatoire et sont influencée par les vents du ciel Maple II prend la première photo d'un typhon céleste le 2 décembre le 3 le vaisseau aperçoit un glacier gigantesque qui plane et émet une brume qui forme des stalactites sur le vaisseau celui ci envoie une sonde avec à son bord quatres astronomes qui découvre qu'un engin inconnu s'est écrasé l'épave de ce vaisseau est encastrée dans la glace dû à une collision frontale à haute vitesse les survivant ont creusé à même la glace les astronomes relève que des champignons ont poussé dans la socoupe volante les astronomes explorent les entrailles du glacier et s'enfonce dans une niche creusée par les survivants ils découvrent des squelettes dans une combinaison et des instruments inconnus d'où se poursuit une expédition propre de Maple II pour élucider le mystère de ce glacier et de cette soucoupe volante

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[C]Maple III et IV

Maple III est lancé le 4 mars 991 il se démarque de ses prédécesseurs eux étant cantonné à une exploration libre Maple III à pour mission de faire une orbite circulaire autour de la planète entière c'est à dire faire le tour de la terre il décolle le 4 mars 991 et se dirige vers l'est c'est la mission ayant le plus impliqué l'astronomie céleste plus du double de calculs pour tracer la trajectoire que Maple III devait suivre celle ci à était calculée à une constante qui est au millimètre près Maple III fait des découvertes majeure la mer de nuage est découverte le 5 octobre 992 après plus de un an de voyage dans le ciel le vaisseau atteint le ciel du bas monde qui se trouve en dessous de la montagne où est le monde connu la mer de nuage est décrite comme des nuages noir opaque les crépuscules sont quotidiens et les journées sont rallongée les nuits le vaisseau gèle mais le moteur étant imperméable Maple III continue le 20 janvier 993 le vaisseau fait une découverte majeure les aurores boréales célestes elle serait située aux confins du monde et apparaissent selon les astronomes à bord dans de rare conditions de nuit glaciale et de cumulus vide ces astronomes décrivent les aurores boréales céleste comme semblable à celle qui sont visible sur le continent polaire mais en cent fois plus grande de taille colossale Maple III conclu que le ciel au-delà du monde garde en secret des créations naturelle célestes massive

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Maple IV est lancé la 9 décembre 991 sa mission est d'explorer le continent du Nord en orbite sans savoir que la quatrième guerre de l'humanité est en cours malgré l'histoire Maple IV se stationne en orbite et photographie pour la première fois de l'histoire l'humanité vue du ciel le vaisseau doit ensuite poursuivre sa mission et explorer les océans et le continent polaire le 23 décembre 991 Maple IV se pose sur le continent polaire les astronomes foule le pied de cette terre de glace et de neige ils sont les premiers humains céleste à avoir touché un continent terrestre Maple IV entre dans l'histoire le vaisseau décolle le 27 décembre après des excursions célestes dans les tempêtes de neige constante Maple IV lance son ascension vers sa deuxième mission atteindre le point culminant le plus haut possible c'est à dire explorer le plafond un lieu hypothétique qui marque la fin du ciel et le début du cosmos infini Maple IV néanmoins n'a pas la technologie pour entamer cette mission le 4 août 992 le vaisseau est contraint d'atterrir sur le continent céleste mais demeure le plus haut record d'altitude pendant des décennies

[C]Maple V

Maple V est le dernier vaisseau d'exploration il est lancé le 1 juillet 1017 les astronomes ont progressé dans leur recherches et la découverte des transfert de matière électrique qui permet de transporter un vaisseau en le propulsant dans un éclair permet de faire des bond de plusieurs centaine de millier de miles Maple V à pour mission d'explorer le cosmos le vaisseau entame une ascension et lance l'hypothèse que des lueurs dans le ciel serait l'origine d'une civilisation extra stellaire sa trajectoire se lance vers ces cinq lumières

[dujeu]

Immortals partis avec Support Destiny avant 2022 LCS Summer Split

Immortals a fait les premiers pas pour réorganiser sa liste league of Legends pour la scission d'été 2022 __. L'organisation nord-américaine a déclaré au revoir au soutien de 24 ans, Mitchell «Destiny» Shaw aujourd'hui après la performance lamentable de l'équipe dans la scission du printemps.

"Aujourd'hui, nous disons adieu à [Destiny]", a écrit l'équipe. "Merci pour tout ce que vous avez consacré à l'équipe depuis que vous vous êtes joint à la fin de 2020. Des rires aux crochets, vous avez été une partie inoubliable de notre histoire et nous vous souhaitons le meilleur dans tout ce que vous faites."

L'équipe a terminé la scission de printemps 2022 au bas du LCS avec un record de 5-13 aux côtés de TSM, qui a battu les Immortals les deux fois où les équipes se sont affrontées sur scène. Immortals a toujours placé dans la moitié inférieure du classement depuis que l'organisation a rejoint le LCS en tant que franchise en 2020.

CONNEXES: TSM Signerait Maple pour 2022 LCS Summer Split

Plus tôt ce mois-ci, l'initié, l'initié Alejandro Gomis a rapporté que le soutien coréen Lee «Ignar» Dong-geun avait signé avec Immortals pour la prochaine scission. Ignar a joué pour la dernière fois sous les génies maléfiques mais s'est séparé de l'équipe en janvier de cette année. Avec Ignar sur la liste, par exemple, troisième dans la scission d'été de 2021, garantissant une place dans les séries éliminatoires suivantes. Cependant, ils sont finalement tombés aux mains de Cloud9 au deuxième tour de la tranche de perdants.

Alors que Immortals tourne son regard vers la reconstruction de la prochaine scission d'été, qui commence le 18 juin, les fans de la gamme à travers le monde se préparent pour la phase de groupes du prochain grand événement de l'eSport. L'invitation de mi-saison, l'un des deux principaux tournois internationaux annuels, débutera le 10 mai.

[felicienoix-travers]

Went to the spring festival today and ahhhh, my luck oh no. Here’s a recap: --Fortune Teller-- Felicienoix Travers he nods, and thinks a second. "Hmm, how's my luck looking in terms of fighting in the future? I'm a part-time adventure and would like to know how best my odds are. There's a tourny in a bit as well and I'm curious how I'll fair."

[ The hearer opens an ornate, hinged wooden case. It is made of maple and seems quite ornate, lilies and adders about. Inside lies a complicated divination board. ]

Felicienoix Travers: looks to the board and back to the teller, he stays quiet till he's prompted to speak more.

Tieve Corwell >> ( You need to roll random twice! )

Random! You roll a 24. Random! You roll a 569.

Tieve Corwell feels the bones on the board, perfectly livid. "Oh... Oh no... I mean... Um! You've drawn the Bole, the Coin, and... The Worm... All on negative side of the board." She winces. "Have you been a little slow lately? Stagnant perhaps? If not in terms of activity, maybe you haven't progressed much in combat... Mh... Is there someone greedy in your entourage, or is money an issue?

Felicienoix Travers seems to girmace and nods, "Actually I lost the first round of bloodstone recently and never made it past a second win. Hmm, I'm probably the greediest ambitious person I know."

Tieve Corwell: "I... I don't think this venture will go well for you, Ser. No offense! But it also says here that if you're being excessive, it will harm you. If I were you, I'd lay low, and wouldn't think much of the tourney. Maybe go pick up a good luck charm on the way out... I'm really sorry. That's all I have. --Charms--

Hollyhock Bloom: "Hello, hello! How can I help you?"

Felicienoix Travers: "Hello, um, this is charms correct?" 

Hollyhock Bloom nods and lays three charms on the counter, each a different color. "It is indeed! We have three for sale. One for Health, Love, and Luck."

Felicienoix Travers thinks between the three. "Is it just one I can get?" He asks.

Hollyhock Bloom: "Not at all. You are free to purchase as many as you like, with all the profits going to Gridania's orphanages."

Felicienoix Travers nods and smiles, "In that case lemme please have one for luck, and two for health. I already have a love in my life and I don't think I need to protect that with a charm, I'm confident in my own abilities for that one."

[anderalebake]

parc disneyland france

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[thingsmk1120sayz]

FLYERS VS. MAPLE LEAFS 27 MARCH 2019

[ohmypreciousgirl]

Harry Potter Game

@lovesomehate tagged me in this! Not gonna tag anyone, if you want to do it, just DO IT :D

Blood Status: Muggle-Born | Half-Blood | Pure-Blood | Squib | Muggle

Wizarding School: Hogwarts | Beauxbatons | Durmstrang |Ilvermorny | Mahoutokoro | Uagadou | Castelobruxo | Koldovstoretz | Home-Schooled

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Ravenclaw | Slytherin | Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent |Thunderbird | Wampus | Pukwudgie

Wand Wood: Acacia | Alder | Apple | Ash | Aspen | Beech | Blackthorn | Black Walnut | Cedar | Cherry | Chestnut | Cypress | Dogwood | Ebony | Elder | Elm |English Oak | Fir | Hawthorn | Hazel | Holly | Hornbeam | Larch | Laurel | Maple | Pear | Pine | Poplar | Red Oak | Redwood | Reed | Rowan | Silver Lime | Spruce | Sycamore | Vine | Walnut | Willow | Yew

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair | Dragon Heartstring | Phoenix Feather

Patronus: Can’t Produce | Non-Corporeal | Animal: Greyhound

Wizarding Family: Abbott | Avery | Black | Bulstrode | Burke | Carrow | Crouch | Fawley | Flint | Gaunt | Greengrass | Lestrange | Longbottom | Lovegood | Macmillan | Malfoy | Nott | Ollivander | Parkinson | Potter | Prewett | Rosier | Rowle | Selwyn | Shacklebolt | Shafiq | Slughorn | Travers | Weasley | Yaxley |None

School Life: Quidditch Team Captain | Quidditch Team Member | Head Boy/Girl/Student | Prefect | Troublemaker | No Titles

Quidditch Position: Chaser | Keeper | Beater | Seeker | Cheering | Not Watching

Favourite Core Subject(s): Transfiguration | Charms |Defense Against the Dark Arts | Potions | History of Magic | Astronomy | Herbology

Least Favourite Core Subject(s): Transfiguration | Charms | Defense Against the Dark Arts | Potions | History of Magic | Astronomy | Herbology

Chosen Elective(s): Alchemy | Apparation | Arithmancy |Care of Magical Creatures | Divination | Muggle Studies | Study of Ancient Runes

Extra-Curricular Subject(s): Ancient Studies | Art | Frog Choir | Ghoul Studies |Magical Theory | Muggle Art | Muggle Music | Orchestra

Favourite Spell(s): Accio | Alohomora | Bat-Bogey Hex | Bombarda | Confringo | Confundo | Disillusionment Charm | Episkey | Expecto Patronum | Expelliarmus | Flipendo | Impedimenta | Incendio | Levicorpus | Locomotor Mortis |Lumos | Obliviate | Petrificus Totalus | Protego | Reparo | Riddikulus | Sectumsempra | Silencio | Stupefy | Tarantellegra | Wingardium Leviosa | Avada Kedavra | Crucio | Imperio | Morsmodre | Finite Incantatem

Least Favourite Spell: Accio | Alohomora | Bat-Bogey Hex | Bombarda | Confringo | Confundo | Disillusionment Charm | Episkey | Expecto Patronum | Expelliarmus | Flipendo | Impedimenta | Incendio | Levicorpus | Locomotor Mortis | Lumos | Obliviate | Petrificus Totalus | Protego | Reparo | Riddikulus | Sectumsempra | Silencio | Stupefy | Tarantellegra | Wingardium Leviosa | Avada Kedavra |Crucio | Imperio | Morsmodre | Finite Incantatem

Dream Job: Auror | Arithmancer | Broom Maker | Candy Maker | Caretaker | Curse Breaker | Dragonologist | Gringotts Employee | Headmaster/Headmistress | Healer | Herbologist | Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts | Knight Bus Driver | Minister for Magic | Ministry of Magic Employee | Muggle Liasons | Obliviator | Owl Post Office Employee | Potioneer |Professor | Spell Inventor | Trolley Lady at Hogwarts Express | Quidditch Player | Quiddich Referee | Wand Maker | Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes Employee | Unspeakable | Death Eater

[spine-buster]

Do her colleagues know about Mo, or has she kept that pretty private?

Yeah, they know.  Mark Travers (her boss, also the guy she spoke to at the Night With the Blue and White) knows, and the senior members of his team know because he told them.  Her fellow junior analysts know because when they all went for lunch one day and one of them asked, she was honest about it.  Two of them have no idea who he is and one is mildly entertained by the fact that one of his colleagues is dating a Maple Leaf, but he’s respectful and never talks about it unless she brings it up.  

[procras-tina-tion]

Harry Potter Game

Blood Status: Muggle-Born | Half-Blood | Pure-Blood | Squib | Muggle

Wizarding School: Hogwarts | Beauxbatons | Durmstrang | Ilvermorny | Mahoutokoro | Uagadou | Castelobruxo | Koldovstoretz | Home-Schooled

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor | Ravenclaw | Slytherin | Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent | Thunderbird | Wampus | Pukwudgie

Wand Wood: Acacia | Alder | Apple | Ash | Aspen | Beech | Blackthorn | Black Walnut | Cedar | Cherry | Chestnut | Cypress | Dogwood | Ebony | Elder | Elm |English Oak | Fir | Hawthorn | Hazel | Holly | Hornbeam | Larch | Laurel | Maple | Pear | Pine | Poplar | Red Oak | Redwood | Reed | Rowan | Silver Lime | Spruce | Sycamore | Vine | Walnut | Willow | Yew

Wand Core: Unicorn Hair | Dragon Heartstring | Phoenix Feather

Patronus: Can’t Produce | Non-Corporeal | Animal: Tortoiseshell Cat

Wizarding Family: Abbott | Avery | Black | Bulstrode | Burke | Carrow | Crouch | Fawley | Flint | Gaunt | Greengrass | Lestrange | Longbottom | Lovegood | Macmillan | Malfoy | Nott | Ollivander | Parkinson | Potter | Prewett | Rosier | Rowle | Selwyn | Shacklebolt | Shafiq | Slughorn | Travers | Weasley | Yaxley | None

School Life: Quidditch Team Captain | Quidditch Team Member | Head Boy/Girl/Student | Prefect | Troublemaker | No Titles

Quidditch Position: Chaser | Keeper | Beater | Seeker | Cheering | Not Watching

Favourite Core Subject(s): Transfiguration | Charms | Defense Against the Dark Arts | Potions | History of Magic | Astronomy | Herbology

Least Favourite Core Subject(s): Transfiguration | Charms | Defense Against the Dark Arts | Potions | History of Magic | Astronomy | Herbology

Chosen Elective(s): Alchemy | Apparation | Arithmancy | Care of Magical Creatures | Divination | Muggle Studies | Study of Ancient Runes

Extra-Curricular Subject(s): Ancient Studies | Art | Frog Choir | Ghoul Studies | Magical Theory | Muggle Art | Muggle Music | Orchestra

Favourite Spell(s): Accio | Alohomora | Bat-Bogey Hex | Bombarda | Confringo | Confundo | Disillusionment Charm | Episkey | Expecto Patronum | Expelliarmus | Flipendo | Impedimenta | Incendio | Levicorpus | Locomotor Mortis | Lumos | Obliviate | Petrificus Totalus | Protego | Reparo | Riddikulus | Sectumsempra | Silencio | Stupefy | Tarantellegra | Wingardium Leviosa | Avada Kedavra | Crucio | Imperio | Morsmodre | Finite Incantatem

Least Favourite Spell: Accio | Alohomora | Bat-Bogey Hex | Bombarda | Confringo | Confundo | Disillusionment Charm | Episkey | Expecto Patronum | Expelliarmus | Flipendo | Impedimenta | Incendio | Levicorpus | Locomotor Mortis | Lumos | Obliviate | Petrificus Totalus | Protego | Reparo | Riddikulus | Sectumsempra | Silencio | Stupefy | Tarantellegra | Wingardium Leviosa | Avada Kedavra | Crucio | Imperio | Morsmodre | Finite Incantatem

Dream Job: Auror | Arithmancer | Broom Maker | Candy Maker | Caretaker | Curse Breaker | Dragonologist | Gringotts Employee | Headmaster/Headmistress | Healer | Herbologist | Keeper of the Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts | Knight Bus Driver | Minister for Magic | Ministry of Magic Employee | Muggle Liasons | Obliviator | Owl Post Office Employee | Potioneer | Professor | Spell Inventor | Trolley Lady at Hogwarts Express | Quidditch Player | Quiddich Referee | Wand Maker | Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes Employee | Unspeakable | Death Eater