#The Grey School of Wizardry

[maiiefizz]

Sunshine golden Retriever Boy James "I'd kill for you" Potter.

And

Depressed, traumatized, morally gray Regulus "I'd live for you" Black.

[wild-magick-child]

Were you trained and taught wizardry by a mentor? If so, how do you find someone who will teach you wizardry?

Yes. I found him on some Pagan Facebook group years ago. I asked the group if anyone could train me & told them my situation. He was the one that responded. Just reach out there are teachers out there. You could also check out the Grey School of Wizardry:

[pixarmomwrites]

divination of the senses (nsfw)

ron weasley x curvy fem!reader

disclaimer: i haven’t written any sort of fanfiction in well over 5 years so i’m just now getting back into the swing of things to see if i’m still any good lol

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, fluff, smut, mentions of alcohol use/abuse, mentions of trauma, and smut!!! (both parties are switches so… lots of hot shit) degrading!! spit!! choking!!

i walk along the cobblestone street in diagon alley, helping my younger sister collect the last few things she wanted to purchase for the upcoming school year. she’s been incredibly nervous, as this is her first year, and she’s the youngest of my sisters to attend the school.

i’ve been helping in professor trelawny’s classroom since i graduated two years ago, hoping to learn enough to be a professor myself one day. that is one thing that has comforted my family as of late: at least i’m there to watch over my sisters. i’m the “oldest and the boldest,” as my mother always called me. my younger sisters were always more timid than i, and more apprehensive to try new things- moving away to a large school for the better part of nearly a decade being the biggest feat to face.

i hear my name being called and i glance over my left shoulder, as my right hand holds a frigid small one. the hand pulls as my sister catches a glimpse of a smoke grey owl. i see my boyfriend, ron, running to catch up. he dawns a tattered maroon sweater and brown slacks. his hair is tousled and messy as always, and he carries a small paper bag crumpled in his hands.

“you two really need to slow down. you have all day to shop!” he breathes as he finally slows his pace at my side. “here, tasia, i brought you this!” ron hands the paper bag to my younger sister and her eyes light up as she opens it.

“thank you, ron! i love it!” tasia jumps into my red-headed boyfriend’s arms to enclose him in a hug, but he grabs her by the torso and flips her upside down, eliciting a happy squeal from her.

“what did he bring you?” i ask her, grabbing the bag before she could drop it onto the ground. i pull out a small fortune globe. it’s tinted a lavender color and sparkles as the morning sun glints off of it. “wow, ron! this is so beautiful, but you didn’t have to do this. she won’t even need one this year.”

“i know, but i wanted to! maybe she’ll follow in her amazing big sister’s footsteps and teach divination!” ron grins at me as he adjusts my sister to ride his shoulders.

“first of all, i don’t teach anything. i grade busy work and bring that nut her afternoon tea. secondly, no one wants to teach divination. i just grabbed the first position i could find. everyone knows very few witches and wizards can actually tell the future… and that woman is not one of them.” i chuckle through the last sentence as my younger sister ignores my conversation with ron. nearly every parent recognizes me as “the assistant to the madwoman” but i’m well respected, and they give pleasant waves to the little girl on ron’s shoulders.

“well i for one can tell your future as headmaster of hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry is absolutely brilliant, darling,” ron winks at me as we saunter into olivander’s wand shop.

we dropped of tasia at the platform the next day with my 3 other sisters attending hogwarts this year. i still have some last minute packing to do, so i stayed in london just to have these next few hours to myself. first, ron brought me to the burrow. molly is cooking eggs and potatoes over a small gas grill when we walk in.

“y/n, my dear! how lucky we are to see you this morning! i thought you’d be on the train with that little doll- poor thing, she was so anxious. she told ginny all about how she fears the monsters in the catacombs last week.” molly brings be in for a hug as she rambles.

“i sent tasia with my other sisters this morning. she needed some separation for the day,” i smile as ginny hands me a warm cup of tea when i sit at the table. “i’ve tried to explain to tasia time and time again that there are no ‘monsters in the catacombs’ but my other sisters insist on terrorizing her before she even gets sorted.”

“if she had been in our year, she would’ve-“ molly cuts ron off before he can keep going, knowing i’m still very sensitive to some of the things i witnessed while attending hogwarts myself.

“thank you, mrs. weasley, but i’ve gotten a lot better! i really believe going back there and working has helped me heal from a lot,” i tell her, mostly to salve her concern.

“better for it, dear!” the woman’s round face smiles at me. “now let’s eat!”

ron and i find ourselves in my family home alone, as my parents are off doing god-knows-what (probably drinking at the pub). he helps me pack my bags, down to the last stocking, before slumping onto my bed with a sandwich of leftovers from breakfast.

“ron, i’ve told you not to eat in my bed!” i snatch the sandwich from him with a giggle, knowing he doesn’t take kindly to his food being taken.

“y/n!” he jumps up and tosses me over his shoulders, bending me at the waist. i’ll still never get used to that, but i’m no longer self-conscious about his ability to carry my weight. i’ve seen the man exert a lot more energy in magic battles.

“ronald weasley, put me down NOW!” i shout. he listens by tossing me roughly onto the straw-stuffed mattress, tangling my long hair. “oh you’re in for it!” i start, but before i can lift myself up, he pins me down with a rough but loving kiss.

ron pulls away to say, “my dear, it’s time i read your future.” he helps me into a sitting position at the foot of the bed. he splays out my palm and mockingly traces his fingers over the creases in my cold skin. “i see… oh my! 6 babies?” he pretends to faint. then, he’s back up, talking more through my giggles. “a big house in a green, grassy field… a cat running around to catch the mice you’re so afraid of… and a dashingly handsome husband.”

“ron, that was lovely, but we need to leave!” i stand up and face the small, tainted mirror to brush through my hair. i turn to see ron on one knee, holding a small gold band. “ron…”

“i know, i know. it’s nothing extraordinary. i want to do better for you, but maybe for now, you can take this ring as a promise that the next one will be so heavy you can’t lift your hand.”

“of course, ron, of course!” my eyes well up with warm tears. “i love you.”

ron pulls me into a gentle kiss after standing up. my hands rest on his flushed cheeks before moving through his disheveled hair. ron’s large hands follow the motion of my body, tracing down my back, pausing at the waist. i deepen the kiss, signaling to him, as he reaches for my ass to grab it roughly. i moan into him before he gives me a tap telling me to jump.

i leap into his arms, matching the elevation of our groins. my arms wrap tightly around his neck, my hands clinging to his long locks. i grind into him, and we moan into each other’s mouths as our kisses deepen with each passing second. “hold on tight, love,” ron warns, before spinning around and pinning me to the bed, his warm body molding me into the sheets.

my ankles cling together behind him, pulling his waist into me. he breaks our kiss, working down my jaw and grazing my ear with his teeth. i try to hold back my whimpers, before remembering the empty house, and decide to let it out. ron practically rips open my blouse, revealing my heaving breasts. he groans, seeing they’re still concealed by my bra. after tearing away my top, he clumsily unclasps the bra and dives for one nipple and fumbles around to grab the other. “divination is your calling, my love, because you are divine.”

ron begins kissing between my breasts, working his way down. going over my stomach used to be so worrisome; now it’s just pure pleasure. this man worships the ground i walk on, and loves how soft my figure is. when he reaches just above my trousers, he teases, rubbing my sensitive spots through the clothes. i grunt in frustration and lean up to rip my pants off.

“slow down, love. you’ve got time…” he hesitates. “and i just love how needy you get for me.” he grins a devilish grin before placing a tender kiss on my clit through the cloth.

“jesus, ron, please!” i plead, the heat between my thighs growing more and more agonizing by the second.

“since you asked so nicely.” ron rips my pants off, ignoring the buttons, sending them flying across the room. “oops,” he says cheekily, covering his mouth, but he quickly remembers the task at hand. when he sees the thin underpants that resided below the trousers, he grunts before ripping them to the side and diving in. my back jerks into an arch as ron goes straight for my clit.

“fuck!” i moan, gripping his hair. he moans into me, the vibrations only driving me more mad. he circles my clit with his tongue before slipping 2 fingers in. this drives me wild, and he knows it. he snakes his unoccupied arm around my soft thighs and presses my body down with his palm on my abdomen.

“sit. fucking. still. or i will stop, and you can go to that school without cumming one last time,” he threatens, his eyes searing holes through mine.

“fine!” i grunt, adjusting my shoulders deeper into the bed.

“good girl,” he purrs into my thigh, kissing it lightly before devouring me once more. he returns to sucking on my swollen bud, while gently- but steadily- fucking me with his two long fingers. i feel the knot building in my stomach, and i know ron can feel me tensing. he pulls away his hand to grip each of my thighs with his arms and i lock my legs around his head.

he sucks harder, flicking his tongue across my bud over and over, until i cry out and clench around his head. he laps up every bit of me before bringing himself back up to kiss me. i taste myself on his tongue, sending my brain into a static frenzy. i push him off and he lies down.

“take off your shirt,” i command.

“god, i love it when you take control,” ron moans as he rips off his collared shirt. i pepper kisses down his chest, then his stomach, stopping just above his pants.

i take my time unzipping them; it’s my turn to tease. he moans, jutting his hips up in impatience. “i just love how needy you get for me,” i repeat back to him, drawing a whimper from his lips.

once i’ve ridden ron of his pants, i yank away his boxers, allowing his dick to spring free. it’s already leaking with anticipation, and as much as i’d like to tease, i dive right in with readiness. he bucks up his hips, hitting the spot that makes me eyes water- but that’s his favorite part.

“ah fuck, love. that feels so fucking good,” he moans, pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail and guiding my head with his hands. i use my own to assist my mouth in his pleasure. this elicits more moans and whimpers as his hips twitch upwards.

i let the spit fall out of my mouth while keeping eye contact, nearly sending him over the edge, then suddenly pull off of his cock with a pop, leaving him whining for more. “c’mon, love, that’s not fair!” he protests.

“do you want me to suck you off, or do you want me to ride you?” i ask, already knowing the answer will be the latter. he pulls me up without saying a word, and guides me steadily over his throbbing dick. the mess he made combined with the mess i made create an intoxicating squelch as i settle onto him.

i pause for a moment, adjusting to the size, before i begin to slowly rock my hips back and forth. ron reaches for my throat but my reflexes are faster, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head.

“my god, love, i really am the luckiest bastard alive, eh?” he huffs, loving the feeling of relinquishing his control. i grind down harder, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot inside of me.

“i’m going to cum again if we stay like this,” i admit, suggesting we switch positions.

“no,” ron defies adamantly. “cum again. i want to watch you crumble like the little whore you are for me.”

i spit in his mouth as he finishes the sentence, surprising him, but also encouraging him. he pulls his wrists from my grasp, reaching down to lift my ass, and takes control of the pace. he slams into me from below, wracking my body with pleasure.

“touch yourself, love,” he demands. i obey, reaching my shaky hand down to rub my sore clit. this sends me over the edge. i slam myself down against him, grinding, jerking, and screaming through my climax.

the room spins as ron flips us around. i’m limp as he drills into me from above, reaching down to choke me. my eyes roll into the back of my head as the pleasure is far too much. “ron, please-“ i beg.

“i’m not fucking stopping, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl,” he encourages, stroking my jaw with his index finger.

his hips rock into mine so hard my vision is starry, but i can feel his rhythm getting sloppy.

“ron, please cum inside me,” i plead, knowing he likes it that way.

“fuuuuuuuuck,” he groans as he tries to told back. “beg for it, slut.”

“please. i want your cum inside of me,” i moan, the words feel fuzzy as they pass my dry tongue.

“fuck, love,” ron groans as he slams into me one last time. i can feel him twitching inside of me as he dumps his load. “you packed all of your bloody towels, didn’t you?” he chuckles as he realizes there’s nothing to clean up with.

“eh,” i sigh. “guess it’ll just have to drip down my leg at the feast tonight.”

“that’s hot,” ron smiles as he retires beside me. “my fiancé is hot.”

[dwindlinghaze]

Hiii ur writing is sooo good

I was wondering if u could do a Remus x reader who is James sister and she falls for the first time she sees him and just like a fluff kinda thing idk but I was thinking and it sounds cute 🤷🏽

no worries if u don’t wanna write this but if u do thanks you write him so well 💗

hi!! tysm for requesting! i hope you like this! sending lots of love 🤍🌸🫧🪽

the light is coming

(remus lupin x potter!reader)

contents : fluff, pining

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"james! where are we going?" you squeezed his arms, leaving white prints on his skin.

"ow- we're going to meet my friends," james answered, pushing through the crowds in diagon alley.

"i've meet them before," you replied with a huff. you wanted to see them actually, since your pretty crush is a part of his friend group, but you weren't going to show it. playing it cool.

"but you've never met them," he emphasised.

it's true. just sharing smiles and waves when you passes them in the hallway. you were younger than them so your schedules were different.

"so... here's my sister!" james happily introduced you to his friends once you entered a coffee shop where his friends were.

"this is sirius," he pointed to the infamous hogwart's handsome boy with eyes so grey and cool. he wore a black leather jacket with shiny chains decorated within them.

you sent sirius an awkward smile. the thing is, you were scared of meeting them in person, face-to-face. not because they intimidated you, but because you were never really comfortable with the presence of men around you. you knew deep down that james' friends are friendly and fun but that fear doesn't go isolated.

"this is remus," james tilted his head to the boy standing closest to him. he wears a green coloured sweater, even though it's the summer. you noticed this of course, he never took his jumpers off. his hair was the perfect shade of golden blonde, eyes as green as a comet in the sky. he wore a macrame bracelet that his mom probably made for him.

he has a different aura. you actually might be comfortable with him overtime. his gaze so friendly and warm, despite his scruffy exterior. you thought you might actually blush when he sent you the prettiest smile known to men.

"and here's peter," james patted peter's shoulder. he was shorter than all of them. he seemed kind and polite. wearing an outdated cardigan with the edges a bit worn out.

"lovely to see you guys," you chuckled, sending a happy smile. and in return, you got warm greetings back.

"let's go to the quidditch store!" james announced, dragging you and sirius by the arms.

your brother and sirius were in a deep conversation about quidditch that you ncould never understand so you wiggle yourself out of his grasp. preferring to walk behind them along with remus and peter who were having a peaceful time admiring the wizardry architectures.

your pace slowed down, meeting with the two. a part of you also just wanted to be closer to remus. he welcomed you by smiling at you with the kindest eyes. leaving your heart hammering. maybe it was a bad idea to leave james 'cause now you're in this messy situation.

"hey," remus started softly, not wanting to scare you off. "how you're enjoying your summer?"

"hmm good, how about you?" you replied, finding it hard to create a complete sentence.

"it was fine, missing school though. wait- i meant friends- james sirius peter not like i'm a school-lover or anything," remus let out a nervous laugh, tips of his ears turning a shade of red.

"yeah i totally understand that. i miss my friends too," you smiled at him warmly. "did you do anything exciting?" you asked.

"no, not really. you?" he looked so focused at you to the point that you think you might disappear.

"uh i just.. went to the beach s'all, nothing really exciting. i guess when we grow older, the things we find exciting isn't much fun anymore," you shrugged, still keeping your eyes away from him.

a few seconds later, he pulled your shoulder to himself, making you gasp reluctantly. he did that so you wouldn't hit the person who was carrying a trolley. how convenient.

that simple gesture made your heart beaten twice as fast. your long time crush was holding you?

"oh i'm so so sorry," remus pulled his hand away, sending apologetic eyes. "i- i didn't want you to hit him so i pulled you, i'm so sorry!"

"that's okay remus, i appreciate what you did," you smiled softly. "can i call you that?" you asked.

"you can call me anything," he smiled.

you two bonded together overtime. he is becoming your best friend in the whole entire world.

he asks about your day. he opens doors for you. he asks what is your favourite breakfast menu were so he can save it for you. he pulls out chairs for you to sit.

"i've been seeing funky things about you and moony," james said one day.

"what funky things?"

"as if you two were in love...?" james quirked his eyebrows up.

"we're not," you huffed, feeling your ears turning warm.

james looked at you suspiciously, "y'know you can tell anything to me. i won't let remus knows that you're in love with him, promise."

"i'm not!," you defended. though you think you were.

"you are! i can see it. y'know i'm really glad it's remus who you've fallen for because he's a good guy. the only one i'd let you be in a relationship with."

"james stop that. i'm not in love with him, he wouldn't love me anyway."

"oh you're so wrong about that!" james said before he left you to his quidditch practice.

remus did everything right. starting from little things to big gestures like this one.

you were sitting on the grass besides the black lake with a carpet under you. seeing the waters shining and glimmering.

it has been a routine for the both of you to sit here every friday, talking about literally anything and everything.

surrounding you were pretty wild flowers, matching your florally dress that you wore today.

it would be a lie to say that remus wasn't in awe of your appearance. your hair were shining under the warm light of the sunset. everything was perfect today.

"is this okay?" he asked, wrapping both of his arms around you from the back as you stared into the big wide lake. he just wanted to be close to you. to feel you. hug you.

your stomach was flipping, feeling his gentle touch. "yeah, you're so warm," you cuddled into him as he nuzzled his face to your neck.

he swore he's going to ask you to be his girlfriend soon. it's inevitable. he feels it.

[joka13]

FANFICTION (REQUEST): Weasley Twins x Reader (Hufflepuff Girl) - Unrequited Love - Part 4

WARNINGS: none

You dreamt something magical.

You found yourself casually wondering about downstairs in the Hufflepuff common room. This particular room had always given you a warm, happy feeling, though not today. Today, the weather was grey and rainy outside, and the coldness of it seeped through the walls of Hogwarts. There was nothing to light your surroundings but a faint, clouded glow coming from above. Even the plants hanging from the balcony that circled the center of the room appeared to wilt depressingly.

Cold, dark, and sad. All of these things reflected the feeling that you held in your heart.

You were lonely. For all of your life, the things that brought you joy always drove others away from you. You were torn between two options: having friends or being yourself. You could only have one.

At some point, you realized that true friends would love you for who you are. You promised the world that from then on you would always be no one but yourself... You kept your promise, but naturally remained alone in doing so.

You couldn't stand it anymore. You stopped in the middle of the common room and fell to your hands and knees, weeping. You usually would've let this sort of emotion out while in the confinement of your dormitory so as to not to disturb other students, but you knew you wouldn't be bothering anyone because there was no one to bother. You knew that you were completely, utterly, and now even literally alone.

The echoes of your sobs rang loud, but no one would come running to comfort you. The tears rolling down your cheeks felt heavy, but no one would offer a handkerchief to dry them. Instead, you continued to cry and cry, watching your tears fall and become absorbed into the decorative rug you knelt on.

Then the large fireplace about ten feet in front of you that had been cold and flameless was suddenly bursting with green light.

Your cries were cut short by a gasp. You watched in awe as two identical boys with red hair and handsome smiles stepped out of the green fire. Despite the fire then quickly burning out, the room was no longer cold and dark, and the sorrow that had overwhelmed you only seconds ago seemed to haven't existed at all.

At the same time, the twins cocked their heads to the right, wearing worried expressions as they noticed the peculiar state you were in. They came forward and each held out a hand. You sniffed, chuckling weakly as you took their hands and the boys helped you to your feet.

"Are you alright?" the slightly taller twin asked as the other lifted his hand to wipe a tear from your cheek.

You weren't alone anymore. "I... I am now," you replied.

About every forty minutes, you would cough up petals, and there was a constant, aching pain in your chest. You'd heard of the Hanahaki disease before but never imagined that you'd ever suffer through it yourself. In the morning, you had gone to Madame Pomfrey for a treatment to ease your sudden illness, but the nurse wouldn't help. At least not yet. She promised to give you a cure if you weren't able to cure yourself the "natural" way. And so, you were tasked with admitting your feelings to... Fred and George Weasley.

Ever since your first day attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you'd greatly admired the Weasley twins. They were fantastic jokesters, knowing more than anyone how to have fun. You had viewed them more as celebrities and less as boyfriend opportunities. They were too good for you, and that was that.

But that brief moment with the twins in Filch's office gave you hope. You felt an instant connection with Fred and George (and that's saying something because you didn't often connect well with other people). This was also no ordinary connection. It was one of love. It all seemed too fast to call it love, but the fact that you had the Hanahaki disease was proof that it was full, real love.

Now, fear was the only thing keeping you from telling the twins of your love for them. You feared that your love wouldn't be returned, though not because it would do nothing to hinder the progress of the spreading roots within your body. You knew that Madame Pomfrey had something that could heal you physically, but emotionally? You weren't confident that there was such a remedy for heartbreak.

You sighed wearily as you made your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. You knew you would hate yourself if you didn't confess. If you didn't try, you'd never know if there'd been a possible chance at friendship... or even love. Rejection was the worst that could happen, and you were quite used to that already (at least from any long-term, friendly social interaction you'd ever attempted in the past). You decided then and there that you were going to go for it.

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[cryptotheism]

What is your opinion on the grey school of wizardry?

Was a bit cheesy for the time but has NOT aged well given what happened with Harry Potter lmao

[regulus-cannot-swim]

"Wings of Protection"

Author's Note: Hello there! If you like this, please comment, follow me, or reblog. Thank you!

Once upon a time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, nestled within the enchanting walls of the castle, there lived a young witch named Y/n. With her vibrant spirit and unyielding determination, Y/n spent her days studying diligently, hoping to unleash her magical abilities to their fullest potential.

However, despite her brilliant mind and kind heart, Y/n found herself at the mercy of her peers' cruel words and taunting laughter. The bullies of Hogwarts seemed to derive pleasure from tarnishing her dreams, making her feel small and insignificant. They would mock her every step, turning her Hogwarts experience into a nightmare.

Amidst the sea of torment, there was one person who captured Y/n's heart with his striking blonde hair and stormy grey eyes – Draco Malfoy. From afar, Y/n admired him, yearning for his gentle attention. Little did she know that Hermione Granger had informed Draco about the relentless bullying she faced, igniting an ember of protectiveness deep within his heart.

One fateful afternoon, as Y/n trudged through the castle corridors, her head bowed low to avoid any unwanted attention, the bullies cornered her near the Great Hall. Their laughter echoed through the halls, piercing Y/n's fragile heart. As tears streamed down her face, she felt more alone than ever before.

Yet, just as despair threatened to consume her, Draco Malfoy, fueled by bravery unknown to many, emerged from the shadows. His countenance was filled with determination, and his voice laced with authority. "Leave her alone," he commanded, his voice steady and unwavering.

The bullies, taken aback by Draco's unexpected intervention, hesitated for a moment before dispersing like frightened birds. Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched them retreat, leaving behind an overwhelming sense of relief. Draco's presence alone had single-handedly shattered the chains of her torment, providing her with newfound hope.

With the bullies vanquished, Draco stepped closer to Y/n, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and compassion. Gently, he wiped away her tears and cradled her trembling hands within his own. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you," he whispered softly, his voice like a warm soothing balm.

In that moment, Y/n's heart soared, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. She had found her bravest ally, her confidant against the trials of the wizarding world. Draco's mere presence brought forth a sense of security she had never experienced before.

From that day forward, Y/n and Draco forged an unbreakable bond, navigating the halls of Hogwarts hand in hand. Together, they faced the challenges life threw at them, their love and friendship serving as a beacon of light in even the darkest of times.

And as they ventured through this mystical realm, Y/n discovered that true strength came not only from within herself but from the wings of protection that Draco had wrapped around her. Their story became an inspiration to others, a testament that love and kindness could conquer even the cruelest of adversaries.

In the halls of Hogwarts, where once solitude and fear reigned, two lost souls found solace in each other. And through their love, they taught the world that compassion and bravery could heal even the deepest wounds, allowing one to rise above their circumstances and spread their wings with newfound confidence.

[wedonthaveawhile]

The Serpents Hold // Chapter One

When Sebastian turns to dark magic to cure his sister, Nova and Ominis find themselves reluctantly thrust into a partnership to aid him. Amid the disapproval of Ominis' family, Nova wrestles with her growing feelings for him and also with the growing suspicion that Ominis knows more about Anne's condition than he's letting on.

AO3 // Masterlist

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Nova had read the letter close to a hundred times, though she felt no more prepared now than she did the first time.

Kings Cross Station, Downtown London, platform 9 ¾.

The witch furrowed her brow, running a finger along the creases of her uncle's map she'd unearthed from the recesses of his bureau.

A fingernail sliced through the paper as the sharp crack of his apparition made her jump out of her skin.

"When do you leave my premises?"

Nova casually propped an elbow on the map to conceal the chasm she'd ripped straight through Covent Garden.

"Tomorrow."

"Oh, splendid news!" The robust wizard flopped into his office chair, spinning around with a flair and sending dust swirling around his cluttered office. "You have  quite  the talent for overstaying your welcome."

"I've been here three days."

"I know what I said."

With a snap of his fingers, he conjured a brass flask and downed a swig. Nova recoiled as the liquid cascaded from the edge of his overflowing mouth and leaked into his greying beard, which was already gummed with unsightly additions.

"If you felt this way, why'd you even agree to take me on?"

"If I had known it was  you  from the start, I likely wouldn't have."

The witch yanked a letter sitting hallway down his disorderly stack of paperwork, deliberately triggering a landslide of documents that fluttered across his desk.

She unfurled the parchment and began to read, "Dear Mr Ralph Jones, I regret to inform you of the unfortunate decline in the health of your brother-in-law, Archibald Fenwick. As the next of kin to his daughter, Miss Nova Fenwick, we hereby request-"

"Bahhh," Ralph flailed his arm in her general direction as if swatting a pestering fly. "You expect me to recall which one you are by name? Could have been any of my nieces."

"You have two."

"Yeah, too many."

"The other one is four years old."

"I wasn't aware there was an age limit to having your father committed."

Nova released a defeated huff. It was a low blow, but he had a point.

Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

"Do you have any of this stuff from when you were at Hogwarts?" She asked, turning to pass him the list, but he had already bolted out the door.

Nova's bloodshot eyes clung to the festering black mould lurking in the corner of the ceiling. Sleep eluded her as she contorted on the couch to avoid the mystery stain sullying the fabric. A foot away, Ralph's chair groaned beneath his weight as he hammered away at his typewriter, burying any hope for a peaceful night with an onslaught of unnecessary work.

With a resigned groan, she dragged herself out of the pitiful excuse for a bed, threw on her robes, and stormed out of the front door with her trunk in tow.

As Nova staggered through the smoggy backstreets of London, she had regrets.

The sturdy leather suitcase awkwardly trailed behind, inflicting painful blows to the back of her heels as if punishing her decision to forgo the promised morning lift. Refusing to humble herself and turn back, she pressed forward, guided by her uncle's stolen map, until she eventually reached Kings Cross station.

With a minor limp, Nova aimlessly roamed the heaving train station, trying to decipher the route to platform nine and three-quarters.

"You sit on the tracks and patiently wait for the train to arrive."

She doubted her uncle's directions.

Instead, she snaked through the crowd, honing in on a family engaging in a heated discussion about their disdain for Muggle-borns. After enduring Ralph's onslaught of slurs for the past three days, the topic struck a nerve but left no room for interpretation — they were en route to Hogwarts. Unbeknownst to the throng of purebloods, they directed Nova toward the bricked-up wall dividing platforms nine and ten.

I should have figured that one out.

Ravenclaw material, I am not.

She imitated the actions of her guides and sprinted directly towards the solid wall. It gave way and evaporated to reveal the dormant Hogwarts Express. In the quiet early hours, the platform lacked the frenzied chaos she had expected, so she limped wearily to the train's rear and boarded the last carriage.

Sleep was continuously interrupted as the platform steadily increased in volume. Weeping first years, boisterous teenagers, and fretful parents yelling lists of forgotten belongings thwarted any chance at rest. 

Perhaps the mayhem subsided after the train departed, or it could be that her exhaustion mercifully took her. In any case, she found sleep, and the rhythmic motion of the train gently cradled her through the entire nine-hour journey.

Like a ruptured dam, students burst forth from every carriage door. They flooded Hogwarts Station, hauling Nova along in the forceful current. Still groggy from her nocturnal habits, she squinted through the crowd, fending off rogue bags and errant elbows while trying to make sense of her surroundings.

The Hogwarts caretaker staggered across the platform, slurring his words and rounding up the younger students like the pied piper, readying them for the trek down to the boats. Nova's anxiety rocketed as she wrestled with the decision to stand out like a giant among the newcomers or attempt to blend in with the students her age. Her limited research told her that students wearing yellow would be the most helpful, but all she could see were blurred swarms of green and red.

"Miss Fenwick, I presume?" A professor's hand gently rested on her shoulder, prompting an audible sigh of relief as tension melted away.

"Yes, sir."

"I'm Professor Fig. I'd like to extend the warmest welcome to Hogwarts."

"Thank you…" She glanced around at the mob of students, "How did you know who I was?"

"Not many older students avoid proudly displaying their house colours. Come, we've got a sorting ceremony to attend."

Nova trailed behind Professor Fig as he led the procession into the Great Hall.

Her eyes roamed over the tapestries fluttering from the lofty beams, deducing which one she found most appealing. Mutters of confusion drifted from the long tables regarding the new student towering head and shoulders above the cluster of eleven-year-olds.

Someone was droning on, explaining the mechanics of the sorting hat. It wasn't until the Professor called her name that Nova jolted back to reality.

She felt the collective stare of hundreds of students boring into her back as she dragged her feet toward the wooden stool.

The crotchety hat shifted and wriggled as it was lowered on her head, tatty threads nipping at her hairline.

"Ahh, a little older than I'm used to…"

It was infuriating, the way it jerked around and mercilessly tickled her scalp. She felt an impulse to delve her fingers in and scratch at the persistent itch but was uncertain if that would considered be rude.

"You come with preferences and expectations," it continued, its movements intensifying tenfold, leaving Nova with an uneasy sense it could somehow monitor her thoughts. "I observed your particular interest in the Hufflepuff flag. Care to share why?"

Nova's mind blanked as she fought to devise a noteworthy response.

Don't say something stupid.

"I like badgers."

Fuck.

An eager whoop erupted from the Hufflepuff table, and Nova opted to believe that the laughter was directed at the enthusiastic Hufflepuff rather than her response.

"I'm afraid that's not a compelling enough reason," the hat chided. "I detect something in you—a sense of ambition and resourcefulness. I'm confident you'll employ both to great lengths this year, so I believe Slytherin is the house where you truly belong!"

The Great Hall exploded in deafening applause from the table adorned in emerald flags. Nova slid off the stool once Professor Weasley retrieved the hat and walked over to join her new housemates.

With the final students settling into their seats at one of the four house tables, the headmaster signalled the start of the feast.

The Slytherins had already formed into their respective cliques, but with Nova's stomach protesting loudly from nearly twenty-four hours without a meal, she paid little attention to the social circles.

She hadn't even registered her eyes were closed in bliss as she savoured a few hearty bites of a chicken wing. Only when the desire for a second one hit did she reluctantly open them to locate it and instead lock onto a pair of big brown eyes a few seats away.

The student beamed at her and offered a friendly wave, to which Nova responded with a shy smile. Leaning toward a friend, the student whispered something that provoked either laughter or gasps from his blonde companion, resulting in a spray of crumbs across his pumpkin pie. Nova lowered her head, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

Students who had indulged in more substantial meals earlier in the day began to filter out of the hall not long after the feast had begun. Meanwhile, Nova savoured the feast like her next meal would never come. She blinked in surprise when the brown-eyed boy smoothly moved up the bench to occupy the now-vacant space opposite her.

"Quite the appetite you've got there," he said as Nova navigated her third chicken, a fleeting concern crossing his freckled features when she nearly choked.

"Is that why you were laughing?" Her words slipped out with a sharper edge than she had intended.

Thankfully, he took it in good humour, "No, no. That was... something entirely different… I'm Sebastian," he gracefully steered away from the subject and extended a hand across the table.

Nova reached out to shake it, but her attention was caught by the encroaching shadow of a professor.

"Don't even think about recruiting our new student into your little circus, Sallow."

"Circus? Absolutely not, Sharp. Over the holidays, I've undergone a complete metamorphosis."

"Professor Sharp. And we'll see, although with your ringleader knocked down, maybe you'll surprise us all and actually adhere to the school rules."

Sebastian's eyes darkened, prompting Nova to stand and offer a handshake to the head of the house to break the tension.

"I've arranged for Professor Rowan to guide the first-year student's introduction to Hogwarts," he informed her. "Considering your circumstances, I thought you deserved a private tour. Navigating the castle without a troupe of bewildered peers might be challenging."

"Oh, sir, you should have enlisted your favourite student for the job," Sebastian interjected, snagging the last of the cookies from under the grasping fingers of a nearby student. "My tour guide skills are legendary."

"In your dreams, Sallow. I won't risk you filling Miss Fenwick's head with your interpretation of the school rules."

Nova glanced regretfully at her unfinished meal and half-heartedly waved at Sebastian as she scurried after Professor Sharp.

He led an exceptionally detailed tour of the castle, concluding in the corridor that housed the Slytherin dormitories.

The walls were adorned with ornate arched doors, each embellished with delicate stained-glass panes casting a kaleidoscope of colours on the stone floor. Professor Sharp paused outside one of them and gestured for Nova to open it.

She entered the bedroom and discovered her luggage artfully arranged by the door. The subdued flicker of sconces illuminated three carved beds, each draped in green and silver fabrics with serpentine motifs.

"The standard is four students to a dorm, but lucky for you, it just so happened we were low in numbers," Professor Sharp noted. With a flick of his wand, an extra bed sprouted from the ground, prompting the existing three to screech across the floorboards as they rearranged themselves to accommodate the new addition.

Nova wondered about her roommates reaction to losing a sizable chunk of their living space to her, but Sharp whispered another incantation, and the stone walls began quivering in response.

The chiselled bricks wrenched apart and dragged forth more to fill the voids left behind. The room extended by a quarter of the size, carving out a new alcove for Nova's bed.

"That should suffice," Professor Sharp lowered his wand to admire his handiwork. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave you to settle in and unpack. Professor Weasley will arrange for a student to assist you in acquiring essentials from Hogsmeade in the morning."

Perching on the rigid mattress, Nova sifted through the meagre contents of her trunk: A collection of mismatched garments, a handful of treasured photographs and a stuffed badger from her dad she'd managed to snatch before they were evicted from their home by the Ministry.

She shoved him back into her case as the dormitory door creaked open, and three girls barged in. Nova caught only one word before they saw her and fell into an uneasy silence.

Mudblood.

Nova swung her legs off the bed to stand up and greet her roommates, only to watch them traipse past her without acknowledgement.

"Hi, I'm your new roommate. I was at the..." she gestured vaguely in the direction of the Great Hall.

"The badger girl," one of them said, accompanied by a mocking snicker.

"My father's an architect, not a builder. Architects design—" Nova's attempt to correct them was silenced as the velvet curtains on all four sides of her bed snapped shut. Her hair fluttered at the sudden gust while her roommates erupted into even louder fits of hateful ridicule on the other side.

"Sure, the mudblood with a penchant for badgers." Nova said, wincing at the simmering hostility. "Is there anything else you know about me?"

"We know about your muggle-fucker mummy and the daddy locked up in an asylum," declared the undeniable the ringleader. Her words provoked forced chuckles from her two lackeys. "And that your father was what, a builder?" Their boisterous jeers echoed off the stone walls, cackling as though the profession was utterly preposterous.

With humiliation clouding her mind and a ribcage splintering with each enraged breath, Nova mentally compiled an arsenal of offensive spells, her fingers itching to unleash a retaliation.

Count to ten, and don't go apeshit.

Her father's advice echoed in her mind, a mantra she begrudgingly repeated until she felt a fraction calmer.

After sleeping all day, bed was the last place she wanted to be, but she refused to emerge after that humiliating display. Nova spent the first night in her new home staring absently at the patterns of the serpentine curtains, the cold castle stone pressed against her back, wondering how much simpler life might have been if she had been born a Muggle.

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Thomas Shelby Hogwarts Professor Short Story

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Chapter 1: Pretty Cute

summary: a stranger catches your eye whilst shopping in diagon alley

pairing: professor! thomas shelby x fem student! reader

words: 1.6k

a/n: i asked, you answered, i delivered

The warm bright sun blazed onto the cobblestoned street of Diagon Alley. The bustling streets were filled with fellow wizards and witches who were flowing by the shops, hoping to get their essentials before school or work started again.

You were sitting outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, a small table right in front of the shop as you watched the crowd of people sway past you. The twins Fred and George were also sitting at the table, with you in the middle. Your tongue picked up the taste of sticky toffee pudding, your favourite. Fred and George each had a scoop of butterbeer and early grey with lavender.

It had become a habit or a sort of tradition to get Florean’s ice cream with the Weasleys since they started attending Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione was off somewhere with Harry and Ron, whilst your family, the Grangers, had met with the Weasley family to get the back-to-school-shopping-list ticked off.

‘Y/n,’ Fred turned his face to you with a playful smile and you had a feeling you knew what he was going to ask. ‘Since you’re in your 7th year now can we get your schoolwork from your 5th year?’

‘No, absolutely not.’ You answered back.

‘Why not?’ George asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘We’re friends!’

You sat back in your chair, your ice cream still in your hand. ‘Because it would be very obvious that it’s your work.’ You scolded. ‘And second, you need to know. How else will you get on in the Wizarding World?’

‘You’re just like your sister.’ Fred exclaimed, continuing to eat his ice cream with narrowed eyes.

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Ron talks about Hermione and what she says,’ George said, him too taking licks from his ice cream.

‘Well she’s right.’ You answer truthfully. ‘Glad to know I have a smart little sister.’

You continued to engage in conversation with the exception of making fun of Percy as he walked past the three of you.

‘Who do you think the new Defence Against The Dark Arts professor will be?’ Fred spoke as the other conversation started to bore him.

‘I don’t know but I hope they’re good looking.’ You answered, not really paying attention to your surroundings and continued to eat your ice cream.

George chuckled and Fred let out a small laugh.

‘What?’ You reproached. ‘Us girls deserve it after Quirell and Lockhart.’

‘What about us boy?’ Fred moaned, George nodding his head vigorously. ‘Why can’t it be a pretty female professor?’

‘You already don’t pay attention in class,’ you suppress a laugh, falling back into your chair. ‘That would be the worst thing that could happen to the both of you.’

‘You’re not even in our year so how do you know that George and I aren’t excellent students?’

‘First: I’ve seen your report cards. Two: Remember when I interrupted your Transfiguration class with McGonagall because Pomfrey needed that golden cup back?’ You eyed both of them. ‘I saw you playing with Jordan’s tarantula, scaring the Ravenclaw girls that sat behind you…’

Fred and George stayed quiet in defeat.

‘Oh, move over.’ You raised your voice at Hermione and elbowed her to the side. Diagon Alley was packed as it was and you certainly didn’t need a squashed hug from your sister.

‘I can’t otherwise I would.’ She snapped back at you.

It was the end of August and everyone was trying to tick off the last items off their back-to-school-list. Every year was a hassle but you were happy regardless. This would be your last time buying school equipment. You were officially a 7th year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Only one year left and you would begin your new journey on becoming an actress, studying at the Wizarding Acadeyour of Dramatic Arts.

‘Y/n.’ You heard your mother call out your name. ‘Are you coming?’

You hadn’t noticed that your parents had continued to walk down the road without you. Just as you caught up with them, you noticed a rather tall and good looking man walk across the street and step into Amanuensis Quills.

‘Dad?’ You ran up to him. ‘Since I’m taking your N.E.W.T.S this year, I was wondering if it would be alright for me to buy a new quill? Mine’s scratchy and patchy.’ You asked, lying from ear to ear.

‘Sure, I’ll come with you.’

‘Oh no, I can go by yourself. I’m pretty sure Mum needs you at Flourish and Blotts. Hermione needs a lot of heavy books for her third year.’ You blurted out, trying to change his mind.

‘That’s true. Good thinking.’ He realised. ‘Here’s the money, but please don’t buy the most expensive one.’

‘I won’t.’ You yelled as your feet were already running towards the shop and when you stood in front of it you could see the man browse through various inks.

He was around 170cm, dark brown hair, almost black that seemed soft to the touch, a small amount of stubble across the lower half of his face. He was wearing a big, blue sweater that looked very old and worn. Underneath a pair of dark brown trousers and black shoes completed his look.

You hadn’t noticed how long you were staring into the window when Amandus Cordell, the owner of the shop, stood in front of the glass blocking your view.

‘Miss Granger,’ Amand bleated.

You removed your head from the dirty window and tiled your head with an awkward smile.

‘Are you going to be staring all day or are you planning on coming inside?’ He raised his eyebrow at you shortly before pulling the door open.

‘Sorry, Mr. Cordell.’ You walked into the shop, the wooden floor creaking under your heels.

‘What can I do for you?’ He stepped back behind the counter and re-adjusted his spectacles.

‘Well,’ you stepped to the counter taking a quick glance to the man that was still looking at the inks. ‘I need a new quill since I’ll be taking your N.E.W.T.S at the end of the school year. I need a quill that will write perfectly.’ You smiled.

‘I know just what you need.’ His index finger went up and with that he left.

Only the man and you were in the open room together and you could’ve sworn that the walls were coming closer, pushing you towards him. He’s been staring at those ink bottles for over 5 minutes. Surely he found what he had come in for.

You pretended to look at the catalogue that Mr. Cordell had set out for his customers, trying your best to not stare at him.

‘I noticed you staring earlier.’ A deep voice penetrated the silence.

Your head whipped towards the man who still hadn’t moved. He was holding an ink bottle in his hand but his head was still looking down.

‘Excuse me?’ You asked, not taking your eyes off him.

He turned around and looked you straight in the eyes. His blue eyes stared into yours until you could no longer hold it and broke off the eye contact. He was intimidating.

‘When I walked in here, I noticed you staring.’ He chuckled. ‘Don’t worry.’ he smiled. ‘I’m flattered.’

‘Oh that, I’m sorry, you just seemed familiar.’ You lied start to finish. You had never seen him nor know anyone that looks like him. His appearance caught your attention and you clearly couldn’t deny his attractiveness. Normally you would have minded your own business but you just couldn’t.

He moved closer, you remained in your place. Even if you could move, You’re sure you wouldn’t have.

‘I know, you know that that isn’t true.’ His frame stood in front of you as you gulped. ‘I wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off you either.’ He breathed in your neck.

Goosebumps arose on your skin, your heart was pounding and your breath hitched as he removed his face from your ear. A smirk was painted across his face.

‘I-‘

‘Miss Granger, here would be the quill that I think would be a perfect fit.’ Mr. Cordell came out from the back. Deep down you thanked him. You had no words you could possibly think of saying to the man. You never ran out of things to say but right now at this given moment you were speechless.

You cleared your throat and turned your body away from him and went up to the counter.

‘It’s perfect. I’ll buy it.’ You said, trying to get out of the shop as fast as you could. It felt as though all the air was being sucked out of this place. A hand from behind placed down to sets of black ink, as you felt his chest swiftly on your back.

‘I’ll pay for these and the quill.’ The same voice from just a few seconds ago said.

‘Total comes to 5 Galleons.’ Mr. Cordell said as the man placed the coins onto the counter.

‘You’re welcome.’ He breathed down your neck before grabbing his stuff and walking towards the door.

‘Thank you.’ You yelled back but he was already out of the front door. As soon as the door closed you could feel your lungs expanding for air.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Perfectly adequate. Thank you Mr. Cordell.’ You breathed heavily. You grabbed your quill and returned to your family that were standing in front of Flourish and Blotts with the Weasleys and Harry.

No matter how much you tried to forget about the encounter, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was something about him but you couldn’t figure it out and probably never would. Your first and last time seeing that stranger.

[coiledkarma96]

A normal day

A/N: This is my first fanfic (drabble?) for our beloved Half-blood prince. I hope I do him justice. Please let me know if there are any errors or if you want to give any feedback (constructive criticism is accepted). I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: No warnings that I can think of. (Let me know if there is any!) 

Notes: 

(y/n)= (your/name) 

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Summary: A normal day to relax and unwind after a long week. What better way to spend it than with a loved one?

It was a Saturday. The winter season has rolled in, leaving the Earth covered in a white blanket. A small cottage, deep in the woods, was inhabited by two individuals who so happened to be lovers. Both were professors at the esteemed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And it so happened to be winter break, so the two returned to their humble abode for some much need relaxation and peace. Mostly for the man of the house. While the two went on with their day, the outside world kept getting colder. The man of the hour, Severus Snape, was resting on the couch reading silently. The old grandfather clock ticked on with every passing second. The snow fell gracefully from the grey sky. Yes, a peaceful day indeed. Especially for taking a good nap. Severus looked out the window, snow-gazing. He placed his book down on the coffee table before resting his arms on the arm of the couch. His thoughts were all but quiet. 

As he continued to look out the window, (y/n) walked into the room. She smiled at the sight of her husband resting on the couch, looking beautifully eternal as always. She walked over to him, before resting her body on his. She wrapped her arms around his chest, resting her head on his shoulder. Her legs resting on his. They both sigh in content, loving the proximity of each other. As the day slowly turned to evening, the two continue to rest against each other, still staring outside at the winter wonderland. 

The door in the kitchen suddenly opened and in entered their two Great Pyrenees. They wagged their tails at the sight of their owners cuddling together. They press their noses into both of their owner’s sides, trying to get their attention. (y/n) was the first to respond, laughing softly. She removed herself from her husband, causing him to whine at the loss of contact. She chuckled, ruffling his hair before going back to their beloved companions. 

She gave them affection before heading to the kitchen to grab them their food. Once their food was served, they eagerly chowed down, their tails wagging. She smiled at them before moving to the kitchen counter, grabbing the kettle. She filled it with water, placing it on the stove to boil. After a bit, the kettle hissed angrily, signaling that it was done. She grabbed it, filling two mugs with hot water, and preparing some good ol’ fashion hot chocolate. She topped them with whipped cream before grabbing both mugs and walking back to the living room where her husband remained, pouting. She chuckled at his behavior before setting down the mugs of the hot beverage on the coffee table. 

Turning to her husband, she grabbed his shoulders and made him face her. He continued to pout before his gaze fell on the steaming beverages on the coffee table. He smiled softly, before turning back to her, his eyes practically turning heart-shaped. She giggled at his expression before grabbing one of the mugs, placing it carefully in his hand. She grabbed the other, slowly drinking from it. He did the same, both of them savoring the taste. When they removed the mug from their lips, they both had a whipped cream mustache on their face. He was the first to react, chuckling at the sight. She laughed as well before moving to place her mug on the table. She wiped her face before leaning over, licking the mustache right off of him. The poor man blushed beet red at the actions of his wife. She, however, was enjoying the reaction he gave. She took the mug from his hand and placed it alongside hers. She then cupped his face with her hands and placed small kisses across it. His face only darken with each kiss she planted. She placed one last kiss on his nose before moving back, smiling at her handy work.

“Oh, my love, I love it when you get so flustered. Such a beautiful color to your porcelain complexion.” She caressed his face with her thumbs. He pouted but he secretly loved the affection. She smiled at him before turning back to grab her mug. He did the same. They leaned on each other, taking sips from their mugs until the beverage was all gone. The outside world soon turned dark, the night making an appearance. 

(y/n) grabbed both of their mugs before heading back to the kitchen to wash them. Before she could, Severus gently took the mugs from her hands and washed them himself. She chuckled before wrapping her arms around his torso, resting her head on his back. She hummed softly, while her husband continued to wash the mugs. Their beloved companions were finished eating. Both dogs left outside to return to their post, continuing to guard the livestock. Once Severus was done washing the mugs, he dried his hands on the rag above the sink before turning around, embracing (y/n). They slowly rocked side to side. After a bit, (y/n) removes herself from his embrace, only for Severus to embrace her again, tightly this time. She giggled, already use to her husband's clinginess. 

“Leaving so soon, my darling.” Severus drawled, caressing her back. She continued to giggle, before shuffling backwards, bringing her husband with her. They both giggled at her actions. He followed her lead and they end up in their bedroom. She finally escapes his embrace, walking to the other side of the room to get ready for bed. Severus whines when she escapes. He pouted before he too started getting ready for bed. Once the couple finishes their nighttime routine, they both get in bed, turning off the lights. They embrace each other under the pile of blankets that Severus has placed on the bed since he tends to get cold easily. They snuggle into each other, Severus trying to press himself as close as humanly possible to (y/n). She chuckled, loving this side of him. As they cuddled, they soon start to drift off to sleep, thinking of one another. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[muiltfandomsqueen]

Regulus Black x Female YN Reader

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Warnings: Losing a love one

Pair: Regulus x Female YN Reader

Fandom: The Marauders Era

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Regulus Black and Y/N had been friends for many years. The two had met at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and quickly bonded over their shared love of Quidditch. The two were in separate house but as they grew older, their friendship deepened, and the two became inseparable.

On one day while sitting in the library at Hogwarts, Regulus turned to Y/N and said, "I have something to tell you Y/N..I think I am in love with you." Y/N was taken aback by this but realized that she deep down had feelings for the young boy as well.

During those following weeks, Regulus and Y/N had spent more time together as a new couple. Although Sirius was slightly disturbed by the fact that his best friend and his young brother were dating. The two would go on long walks through the Hogsmeade grounds, have picnics by the Black Lake, and talk for hours about their hopes and dreams. Despite the danger that surrounded them outside of Hogwarts, they knew that they had found something special in each other.

One day, Regulus took Y/N to a secret spot in the Forbidden Forest. As the two sat together by a small lake underneath a beautiful tree, he took her hand with his own than squeezed it slowly and looked into her eyes with his grey-blue eyes. "Y/N, I love you more than anything in this world. Will you be mine?" he asked. Y/N was breathless with a wave of pure happiness and said yes without hesitation to him upon hearing such a question.

From that day forward, Regulus and Y/N were inseparable. They faced the challenges of the first wizarding war together, deep down hoping that their love would always guide them through the darkness that had spread throughout all of Europe.

But although sadly..life wasn't always fair as death decided to take Regulus away from her during the war and Y/N did not hear word of her love one's passing until..Kreacher the loyal house elf had told her.

Tears spilled from her eyes, her head shaking from side to side as she felt her knees drop down onto the ground and her hands covering her heart. A loud heartbreaking cry and scream would leave her lips upon hearing such news of Regulus's passing.

[dreamingofmarauders]

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Since I don't really have anything to post on here yet, I thought why not promote my stories from Wattpad on here, so here we are! If you are interested in any of the stories below, I have linked them so please do consider checking them out as it would mean a lot to me! <33

𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙏𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨

Fred and George steal Hermione's Time-Turner to pester her, but a fight between Rubina Black and Fred Weasley causes the Time-Turner to shatter, landing the troublesome three in the past, specifically during the rise of the First Wizarding War.

What will happen when this trio teams up with four pranksters at Hogwarts, known as the Marauders? And, will Rubina decide to save her loved ones from the horrible fate that awaits them?

(This is a spin-off to my two other stories "Destiny's Game" & "Fate's Game" but you can read this without reading the others)

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗

Carina Marlene Black, a sweet and innocent girl, is raised in a orphanage. One day, she is reunited with her father, known in the Wizarding World as the notorious mass-murderer, Sirius Black.

Life can only look up for Carina now, right?

Wrong.

Her father directs his attention onto one person. His godson, Harry Potter. While poor Carina is neglected by everyone she thought of as family. Well, everyone except for a certain, Draco Malfoy.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞┃𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞…

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Fiona Potter has never liked Sirius Black but the young Black always loved to annoy her. Over the years, things remain the same between the two, the constant teasing from one end to receiving frustrated replies from the other. After an unexpected end to her fifth year, Fiona Potter heads into her sixth year at Hogwarts thinking it would be just like any other. Unbeknownst to her, Destiny has other plans for her and a certain Marauder named Sirius Black.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞."

(Prequel to "Fate's Game" but can be read as a standalone)

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞┃𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮

Rubina Aurora Black will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her third year of education after being home schooled for the first two years. At Hogwarts, she befriends the pranksters of the school, bringing the mischief and pranks to a whole new level within the castle.

But not everything is fun and games.

Old secrets that were meant to be buried away seem to be reappearing, causing Rubina to raise suspicions. She also finds herself bonding too closely with a certain ginger haired twin.

Amidst all this, what will Rubina Black do?

(Sequel to "Destiny's Game" but can be read as standalone)

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞┃𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠

He placed his hands on either side, pinning her to the wall. "It's you, isn't it?"

She gulped, "I'm not sure what you mean."

He threw his head back and laughed, "Oh darling," He said, gazing into her eyes once more, "you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Her breathing was becoming fast, "I-I don't know what you're going on about, Black, so let me go." She tried to push him away but Sirius didn't budge. Instead, he smirked, bringing his face dangerously close to hers.

"Your grey eyes are like Firewhiskey, an addiction. Ring a bell?" Her eyes widened for a moment, as she felt her heart picking up speed by the second, and his breath on her face sent shivers down her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment.

"Sirius…" She barely whispered out.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙎𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨…

If you do end up going to check one of these out, I hope you enjoy and thank you so much! <33

[remussblxck]

preview of my marauders story :)

The Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a grand, awe-inspiring sight. Its towering walls were adorned with enchanted ceiling paintings, depicting the starry night sky and the four houses—Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin—each house's emblem proudly displayed.

First-year students, filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation, stood in the Entrance Hall. They were about to experience the Sorting Hat ceremony, the moment when they would be sorted into one of the four houses. Among them were four children, each with their own unique backgrounds and stories, who would become inseparable in the years to come.

James Potter, a young boy with untamed black hair, stood there, his green eyes filled with curiosity. His mother had told him stories about Hogwarts and the wonders within its walls, and he had eagerly awaited the day he would finally attend. His enthusiasm was palpable, but a hint of anxiety gnawed at him. Would he live up to the Potter name and expectations?

On the opposite side of the room, Sirius Black, a boy with striking good looks and a mischievous glint in his grey eyes, leaned against a pillar. He was born into a family of pure-blood wizards, but his heart ached to be free of the expectations and prejudices that came with his name. The Great Hall was his chance to start anew, away from the shadows of his family's dark history.

Next to Sirius, Peter Pettigrew, a slightly plump boy with a friendly face, fidgeted nervously. He was a kind-hearted soul with a knack for finding humor in every situation. Peter had always been overshadowed by his siblings and longed for a place where he could shine. He clutched the frayed edge of his robe, uncertain of what lay ahead.

Finally, Remus Lupin, a quiet and studious boy with sandy hair, was the picture of restraint. He had faced many challenges in life, not the least of which was a secret he carried with him. The scars of his past made him wary of forming connections, but the prospect of Hogwarts and the possibilities it held had drawn him to this place.

The Great Hall was abuzz with anticipation as Professor McGonagall, the stern deputy headmistress, led the first-year students to the front. The Sorting Hat, an old and weathered hat with a tattered brim, was placed on a stool. It would soon decide their fates.

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I'm currently writing a story on Wattpad following the lives of the Marauders while in Hogwarts :) Its called "Marauders and Co" and ill be publishing the first chapter at 8 o'clock (NYC) 8th of October!

[whatwouldvalerydo]

The deadly trio

A small one shot for Talia, Akira and Jin. Because as years pass, creatures still roam the earth

Akira would have not been possible without @cursebreakerfarrier <3

“He’s here, Akira’s here.” Came the whisper from Talbott, following Talia one portrait at a time, down the empty school halls. But she already knew he would come for her. She purposely slightly lowered the school defenses once everyone left for the summer that marked the end of her seventh year as headmistress for Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

We would not bother with the ground keeper, the skeleton crew was of little importance for him “Leave us.” She commanded the nagging voice “Or I will burn down all the portraits hanging on the walls.” Turning a chilling stare towards the frame he invaded, she witnessed several other portraits running away, refusing to be seen, just like the ones in her office, always empty and dark.

Talbott stared back at her, a light shinning down on the magical paint, for a second Talia having the impression he understood there was no way he could do anything, all shattering when he tried to reach out to her. If the person who painted his portrait and gave it life was still around, she would have hunted him down like an animal. There was no reason for a portrait to carry so much emotion, but in the back of her head a small voice spoke, telling her it was probably Talbott’s doing.

Reaching her office, her hand halted on the handle for a moment before she finally turned it, entering the office that had been her home for the past years. She found him sitting down on the cold marbled stairs, hand absent-mindedly swirling a glass of red wine. Her red fucking vintage wine.

But when he finally decided to look at her, it was not anger or hate she saw first. It was familiarity that softened his features before he forced any feelings for her away, a deadly glare directed her way, intimate and frightening "Talia."

"Akira."

Her eyes held his gaze, patiently waiting, her back leaning against the closed door, wood digging into her skin. Seven years, nothing in the face of an immortal, however even for creatures such as them, wearing the scars of centuries, there was a fault in their creation. A small one, often overlooked by both, yet still visible through the vast cracks of their souls. Once born a mortal, you can never truly outgrow it.

“Seven years Talia. Seven long years with barely any communication.” He snarled at her through wine-stained lips, glass shattering on the ground dividing them.

She blinked slowly, inhaling before speaking “And it’s not my story to tell why that is. You will soon learn.”

Getting up, every step he took echoed inside the office harboring their bodies, tension bouncing off the walls “You sentimental creature.”

She could not deny that. It was the truth, forever etched in her soul. At first the years at the school went by slowly. Then the lies flowed effortlessly, created stories, fables upon fables. How Talbott received a different ending, a happy one, close to someone else. How she went on to have his child, yet married Felix, Dorian carrying the Rosier name instead of Winger. How she took the Crane name back until much, much later. How Dorian soared the crips mountain air with Charlie by his side, having grown old and grey and she never considered to blame his godfather for not saving him.

The first lie made her feel tainted, but then the stories flowed, a past she wished could have been. A past she so desperately wanted to see as a reality.

And then it became so easy. To be there, to exist and fulfill her promise. Because the past was hers. Whenever her eyes would rise, she saw something that belonged to her, bright orbs catching glimpses of the life she lost, all in portraits and fleeting reflections, brief moments when those she lost were there with her.

“Where do we fit in your fantasy Talia? Where is your sentimental side when it comes to us?” his voice bringing her out of her day dreaming.

“In protecting your identity.” She spat out “If I were to even state us, our legacy, what would it even be? A fable in a dusty old covered book? A story none would dare touch, barely even able to look upon the countless pages or cover for fear of catching an awful curse or some unspeakable old disease lost to time? We do not belong in books and stories. Not yet.”

Tilting his head slightly, he further approached, glass shards crushing underneath his shoes “Yet you exposed yourself. After everything.”

“Please.” She straightened pushing herself away from the door, not realizing initially she was slouching slightly “We both told our secrets, shunned the world for years. We did it together.”

“Yet someone managed to get in that head of yours. Is that why you burned down the archive at the Ministry? Because we were dusty old records?”

Wide eyes took him in, Talia retreating when he wanted to touch her “I thought that was you.” Akira freezing, hand hovering between them.

“Who are you protecting?” closing the space between them, his open palms slammed against the door, sound ringing against Talia’s body as she was boxed in between the door and Akira “Who the fuck managed to get into your head? Have you lost your mind completely?”

“No, I haven’t.” she defyingly held his gaze “I knew exactly what I was doing. You just couldn’t be part of it. Not until the seven year mark. Not until he was safe.”

“He?” a bewildered expression took over his mask, Akira trying to piece together scraps of information he did not hold. His swift hands could not hold records that did not exist, a safety measure, the tabloids said after the fire destroyed everything, Talia refusing to release anything Hogwarts harbored.

“Not what you might think. No mortal man can hold a candle to you. Though he is mortal.”

He laughed, a hollow sound chilling the thin air between them “A child.” He exhaled, eyes rolling as he pushed himself away from her “You fool. You sentimental fool. Why are you protecting a child from generations long expired? For people who don’t even remember you.”

A knock rang against the door, Talia opening it to reveal Jin “Oh but I do remember and I am far from being expired Akira.” Leaning closer to Talia he whispered a soft “thank you” in her ear before he turned to look back at the menacing glare directed at him “I have some explaining to do, though I do still feel I do not owe a thing.”

[xwesterlund]

In the Shadows of History - Chapter 1: Rendezvous at The Three Broomsticks

ALSO ON AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48359134/chapters/122660275#workskin With the wind rushing through her hair, Julianna soared through the sky on her broomstick, with her large travelling trunk attached to it and swaying. The dramatic Scottish highlands stretched out beneath her with mountains beginning to rise as she approached the horizon. Upon making it over a plateau and diving down, Julianna was met with a colossal black lake, and further up on the other side, a vast castle with its many turrets and tall towers sat upon a high mountain. Even in the day, the decorative stained glass windows of the castle sparkled majestically. Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry loomed above Julianna, getting taller and taller as she flew close. A wave of nostalgia hit Julianna at that moment. As she glided over the lake she remembered her first year there, when she was in a boat, crossing the waters for the first time in her life. It felt surreal that she was back here again, but instead as a professor. However, as surreal as it felt, Julianna couldn’t help but feel pride swelling in her chest. She felt extremely confident about this job. In fact - she thought - she might be a bit over-qualified.

Julianna finally landed in the courtyard in front of the school. Neatly trimmed hedges surrounded a large intricate fountain while the brick pathway led Julianna towards the grand entrance. She could see that someone was standing there and waiting to greet her.

It was an older woman in a dark grey blazer with burgundy accents and a long skirt to match, with her red hair pulled into a bun. At her side stood an older-looking house elf, peering up at Julianna curiously with his large green eyes. The woman smiled as Julianna approached, reaching out her hand and speaking up at the same time. “Julianna Berrycloth. It’s lovely to see you in person again.” “Professor Weasley! Likewise” Julianna smiled politely as she shook Professor Weasley’s hand. “Wonderful. However, Matilda will do.”, Matilda Weasley nodded at Julianna, giving her a faint grin, “You are no longer a student, isn’t that right?” “Of course.” Julianna could feel her cheeks warming up. Seeing Matilda Weasley took Julianna back. During her time at the school, Matilda was not the deputy headmistress, but instead just the transfiguration teacher. She recalled herself being quite average at the subject. Working for the ministry also allowed Julianna to learn about Matilda’s career as a curse breaker. She was inclined to feel they would get along quite well due to their similar life experiences. 

As the two of them spoke, the elf stepped over to Julianna’s side, taking her broom and trunk. “Deek will bring this to your quarters if you don’t mind, miss…” The elf hummed as Julianna looked down, nodding to him. “This is Deek.” Matilda smiled at the elf, who smiled back at her and disappeared with a crack, “I’ve known him for a very long time. If you are ever in need of help he will be the one worth looking out for.” “Understood profess- er- Matilda. Sorry… I ought to get used to that…” Julianna murmured as the two of them headed into the school through the front doors.

The two of them walked into the entrance hall, before heading straight for the grand staircase. The corridors were empty, their footsteps echoing as they walked. There were only a few days left before the school would reopen. At this moment Julianna realised that in her seven years at Hogwarts, she was never up in the headmaster's office, nor did she know how to get there.

“I expect that a tour of the castle is not necessary? Locations of the main classrooms have remained the same for over ten years.” Matilda explained as Julianna followed her. “I will be introducing you to the headmaster, and once that is finished, we will be going to Hogsmeade. The staff have organised a little get-together before the term officially begins. It will be a great opportunity to get to know most of the professors. However,  I reckon you may know a few from your time here as a student.” Julianna took all of that information in while noting the directions to the headmaster’s office. They headed up a spiral staircase that was unfamiliar to her. Just then Julianna realised how unflattering she looked. She wore her most dull, yet comfortable, muggle clothes. She hoped the headmaster would not take notice of that. “You mentioned in the letter that the headmaster wanted to speak to me directly, that he was curious about my research? It’s a pleasure knowing he inquired about me.” For some odd reason, Matilda did not respond to Julianna’s comment.

They finally reached what seemed to be a dead end with a small alcove upon which sat a gargoyle. Matilda looked up at the statue and firmly uttered a phrase in what Julianna recognised to be French. “Toujours Pur.” The statue of the gargoyle rose to the ceiling, with another spiral staircase appearing in its place. Matilda looked at Julianna as they headed up- “If possible, do not come here unless the headmaster summons you. He does not like being disturbed up here, and nobody else is supposed to know the password. This is a very special case.” Matilda said this in quite a solemn manner, which caught Julianna off guard. “Of course! Why come all the way up here if I can send an owl anyway...”, Even if Julianna wanted to forget the password, she couldn’t now.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Julianna was met with a beautiful and large circular room. The walls were covered with moving portraits which Julianna recognised to be previous headmasters of the school. A few were asleep in their frames, while the others curiously peered over towards the visitors. There were also many cabinets containing rather peculiar artefacts and trinkets that caught Julianna’s eye. Some moved, or glowed, or floated. Some even emitted rather dark auras. “About time!”. Julianna’s head snapped back ahead the moment she heard the unfamiliar voice. Further up in the room, she could see a man getting up from his desk. He was of medium stature, dressed in a grey vest, trousers and a midnight blue bowtie over which he wore a dark green tailcoat with gold buttons adorning his clothes. He had a well-groomed, pointed beard, and his black hair was neatly swept to one side. His shrewd, narrow eyes stared down at the two women as they headed up the steps towards him. “Professor.” Matilda smiled at the man as she beckoned towards Julianna, “This is Julianna Berrycloth, she will be taking up the role of the professor for history of magic. Julianna, please meet Phineas Nigellus Black, our headmaster.”. Phineas Black rested his hands behind his back as he looked at Julianna, who smiled politely at him and held out a hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m looking forwards to working here and-” “Berrycloth, is it?” Black cut in, not shaking her hand but seeming to study Julianna rather queerly, “Yes, yes. I know that name. They were a fine wizarding family, the Berrycloths… Very scholarly, they were. However, I feel like they have not been heard from in… a long while!” Julianna stared at Black as she lowered her hand, perplexed. She looked to Matilda, who was about to say something, but Julianna was first-

“Well, ‘wizarding’ would have been the right word five generations ago, but my father is a muggle, as is my mother.” Black’s already straight posture seemed to have stiffened up slightly upon hearing the word ‘muggle’. Behind her, Julianna could hear Matilda shifting, and suddenly the atmosphere in the room became very awkward as nobody spoke for a solid, uncomfortable minute. “I see. How… Peculiar.” Black said rather blankly, before turning his attention towards Matilda as if looking for some sort of explanation. Matilda cleared her throat, before putting her hands together. “As I’m sure you recall, professor, I did tell you about Julianna’s exceptional work in the fields of archaeology and wizarding history. She has been visiting and studying many ancient sites where-”. “Yes, I recall all of that.” Black frowned, taking out his pocket watch, now seeming rather dismissive and impatient, “What I would like to know, is why we are hiring a new professor to teach the history of magic when we have had a professor who has been so diligently working at this school for years, even after his death. Why on earth would you want to replace such a valuable member of our staff? It seems utterly senseless to me!”

Valuable member? Julianna wanted to scoff at Black for his words. The only value that Cuthbert Binns provided was when one wanted to know how many Crups Thornton Harkaway bred, or how one Wilfred Elphic POSSIBLY managed to get gored by an African Erumpent. She felt nothing but bitter discontent towards Professor Binns. He made the subject so painfully monotonous when it could be taught in a much more constructive way. Julianna knew that she would do much better a job than Binns. There was no denying it.

It was becoming clear that Black’s dismissal of Julianna only came about suddenly when he heard she was a muggle-born. So he was one of those strict purebloods. Well, that’s not much of a surprise, is it? He is a Black, after all. Julianna could feel her heart beginning to race. Would Black turn her away over something as trivial as her blood status? “I am not insinuating that Professor Binns is to be completely replaced from his position.” Matilda spoke up, which almost made Julianna jump, “However, before last year’s O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts, I took the time to gather feedback from our students to see how they were preparing for the exams. An overwhelming number of students expressed worry about the history of magic, feeling they were ill-equipped for the upcoming exam, and had to learn a lot of the information themselves.” “I do not see an issue with that!” Black asserted, his brows raised at Matilda. Julianna felt almost as if she had become invisible to him, “If given the opportunity the students will always complain about something! It does them good to pick up a book and actually study. Nobody will hold their hand once they are out of this school.” “If I may?” Julianna spoke up promptly. The other two looked at her. Black’s gaze had become cold, however, Matilda had an encouraging smile on her face. “Professor Black, I can assure you with utmost confidence that I will be perfect for this job.” Julianna spoke firmly with her eyes locked on Black, “The books the students learn from? I know them all from back to front, and more. I will prepare students for their exams so well that it will be as if they have lived in each given period. Not to mention… If the student grades go up - not as if they aren’t already good, but they will get better-  it will not only look good for them… but for you too.” Speak to his ego, flatter him, he ought to like that.

Black lazily raised a brow at Julianna, seeming to consider her words for a brief moment, before scoffing at her, “I do not care for frivolous talk and empty promises-”

“Then.” Julianna cut in abruptly. She couldn’t help but notice how much Black enunciated his r’s. She held back a grin, then quickly cleared her throat and continued, “Then… I welcome you to audit my first lesson. You will know you have made the right choice after that. You will not regret it, professor.”. Despite Julianna’s resolute, Black’s expression was impassive. He looked to Matilda, before rolling his eyes carelessly, “Fine. I suppose I can find time for that. Professor Weasley here will be in charge of scheduling that first lesson. After that… We will see where you will go.”. It seemed like Matilda was holding her breath for a good while, because at that moment she let out a soft, but long exhale of relief. The corner of Julianna’s mouth twitched slightly as she nodded. Black checked his pocket watch, not sparing Matilda nor Julianna another glance as he turned away from them, “Well, I’ve got other business to attend to now. Was this all?”. “Yes, it was. Goodbye, professor…” Matilda nodded, turning and heading out of the office without another word. Julianna stared at the back of Black’s head, and feeling exasperated she followed Matilda out of the office.

The two of them were a good distance away from the corridor to the headmaster’s office before Julianna finally broke the silence, clearly affronted by what had just transpired-

“Is he always like that?!” “Whatever do you mean?” Matilda asked, gazing right ahead as they walked beside each other. “Was he only like that to me because I am a muggle-born, or is he just so naturally arrogant?” Julianna frowned. Matilda looked at Julianna, with an expression that was hard to read, but somewhere in there, Julianna could see an inkling of amusement. “Do you normally speak your mind so freely? You must watch who you do that around.” Matilda mused with a small smile, causing Julianna to blush awkwardly. “... I will take that as a yes. Well, Professor Black has his own way of doing things. He may have his … preferences, yes. However, he is also not one to interact with the other professors so much. I am the one with the responsibility of hiring and speaking to the staff at the school.” Then what DOES he do? Julianna wanted to ask, but knowing she would not be able to withhold the cheek in her tone, she kept that question to herself. “Nevertheless, you should be very pleased with yourself. You managed to convince him to give you a chance.” Matilda’s smile broadened in satisfaction, “And after that lesson, I will assign you a regular timetable.”. “Are you that confident that he will take me?” Matilda, looking poised, faced Julianna again, with a valiant glint in her eyes- “I reached out to you for a reason Julianna. Now, we must get to Hogsmeade. The others will be waiting for us.”

As Hogsmeade was within walking distance, Julianna and Matilda took the trip by foot. The gravelly path walks and scenery remained unchanged from how Julianna remembered it, apart from the Forbidden Forest, which had seemed to grow more dense and foreboding. Matilda then asked Julianna something she was not expecting; “So … You had mentioned to Black that your family was a wizarding family five generations ago?” “Sorry? Oh, right. Yes. After I graduated from Hogwarts I decided to look into my genealogy. It was quite a lengthy project, but indeed, the Berrycloth name belonged to a pureblood family up until my great-great-great-grandparents had my great-great-grandfather, who was a squib, who then married a muggle, who had more muggles, and so on. After that, the knowledge of any wizarding ancestry died off… Until I came along.” Julianna explained. “That is a lot of ‘greats’.” Matilda chuckled, “Your parents much have been shocked. Do you not have any relatives? Cousins or such?”. “Only on my mother’s side, and her family has been all muggle for as far as I could tell.” Julianna said that, before thinking for a moment, “Actually, I may have had a cousin twice removed, however, their surname was different as they married into another family. It was… Bythesea, or something of the sort. I could not find if they had children, or anything else on that family name. Perhaps they emigrated.” Matilda listened to Julianna’s long explanation, nodding in understanding, “... Perhaps they have. It sounds like you had researched quite thoroughly. You should have a proper family tree created. You could display it, remember your roots.”. Julianna liked that idea, but her mind was taken off of it once a pointed archway bearing a sign saying ‘Hogsmeade’ came into view before them. Upon heading into the village, it seemed that it was as bustling as ever, with many of the speciality shops such as Tomes and Scrolls and J. Pippins Potions receiving huge deliveries in order to re-stock and prepare themselves for the influx of students that would be appearing very soon. The women passed through the main street and were soon met with the large brick-cobbled building, The Three Broomsticks.

The inside of the pub was dimly lit by candlelight. There was a warm, sociable atmosphere as witches and wizards sat around, chatting and laughing amongst each other. Sirona Ryan, the barkeeper, looked to them as they approached the bar, “Well, Professor Weasley! Who is this-? Oh, hold on a minute.”. Julianna and Sirona stared at each other in disbelief. “Berrycloth?” “Sirona Ryan!? Oh, look at you! What are you waiting for?” Julianna beckoned as Sirona headed around the bar and over to Julianna before the two of them embraced tightly. “I was hoping you girls would recognise each other.” Matilda put her hands behind her back as the two pulled away. “Where have you been, Berrycloth?” Sirona grinned slightly, while Julianna chuckled; “Oh, where haven’t I been? I must say I did not expect to see you here.” “Well, I hope you will stick around then. We must catch up.” Sirona said, looking pleased, before turning to Matilda, “Everyone is waiting upstairs, I’ll have someone bring you both your butterbeers soon.” Matilda smiled at Sirona, before leaving for the stairs. Julianna and Sirona exchanged jovial nods as Julianna followed suit. Upstairs, after heading past the tavern bedrooms, they went up a narrow staircase that led to a single door at the top. 

When entering through the door, they were met with a buzz of chatter. Inside this round, spacious room, witches and wizards in colourful cloaks were sitting in large armchairs surrounding a roaring fireplace. Some of them stopped speaking to look at the newcomers. As Julianna scanned the room, she realised that she recognised none of them, that is, all but a young woman with ginger hair tied into two long braids. Based on a description Julianna had heard before- It was Mirabel Garlick.

“Hello everyone!” Matilda said cheerily as everyone turned their attention towards her now, “I would like to introduce you to Julianna Berrycloth. She will be joining the staff team to teach the history of magic… And before anyone asks…” Matilda said as a man with a purple robe and cap was about to speak up, but stopped, “... Cuthbert is remaining too.”

“Julianna!” Mirabel Garlick got up as some from the group smiled in welcome or gave Julianna a wave, while a few got up after Mirabel to properly greet Julianna. “Mirabel! Oh my goodness, hello!” Julianna chuckled as Mirabel hugged her gently. The two of them had not actually met before, but they knew of each other through Sirona. Julianna and Sirona wrote a lot while she still worked at the ministry, where she learned about Mirabel. For a moment, Julianna could feel her chest become heavy. She should have been more diligent in writing to Sirona when she left for her travels but had neglected to do so.

“I’m so thrilled to finally meet you,” Mirabel chirped as she and Julianna let go, “And you’re joining us to teach? How wonderful, there will be plenty of time to get to know one another. We MUST find a day to meet with Sirona.” Before Julianna had the chance to agree, the door to the room opened and a wizard peeked his head in with a smile. Two pitchers of butterbeer floated into Julianna’s and Matilda’s hands. Then, the man wearing the purple robes and cap from before spoke up from beside Mirabel-

“A new professor for the history of magic? How intriguing. Ah, where are my manners!” The man let out a hearty laugh, “You can call me Abraham, Abraham Ronen! I teach charms.” “Nice to meet you, Abraham.” Julianna nodded politely. Abraham Ronen seemed to have an air about him that put Julianna in a better mood. 

Abraham looked around the room, “Now, this is not all of us, of course. Aesop had to spare himself the trip and stayed at Hogwarts, and Chiyo and Mudiwa are still on their way to Britain. Binns… Well, you know yourself. Who else… Oh! Matilda?”. Abraham looked towards Matilda, who was deep in conversation with an older woman with grey hair and blue robes, “Matilda! Say, what about the new theory of magic professor?”

The chatter in the room dried up after Abraham asked this question. Matilda raised her brows as she turned to him, before smiling, “Ah, yes. It is a man called Nyxander Thorp. He was recommended to me by someone from the ministry. He seemed very nice over writing! He will arrive in two days’ time,” Julianna nodded and looked around the room. A few of the faces suddenly looked sombre, and she could not understand why. She looked at Mirabel who appeared particularly mournful. This expression does not suit her at all, Julianna thought. Once the rumble of chatter returned to the room, though it was now less enthusiastic, Mirabel spoke up- “Eleazar Fig… was the man who taught the subject previously. He, unfortunately, passed away at the end of the last school year… Oh… He was here for so long… It was all so… Sudden,” Mirabel’s voice shook slightly. Abraham looked remorseful for unintentionally bringing up the subject, so he quickly moved on before Julianna got a chance to question them about what happened.

“Right, of course. Ahem, well…” Abraham looked around the room once more, “... Well! Matilda is speaking with Dinah Hecat! Defence gainst the dark arts, and just behind them you will find our delightful astronomy professor and head of Ravenclaw house, Satyavati Shah-!” “Merlin’s beard! Professor Shah?!” Julianna had just recognised Satyavati Shah. She had taught Julianna astronomy, and she had changed so much. Satyavati used to wear more plain, muggle-looking clothes as Julianna was wearing at the moment. Now, Satyavati was wearing a beautiful and ornate saree adorned with a golden astrolabe pattern. She did not say anything to Julianna, only smiled softly at her because Abraham continued talking.

“Ah yes! On that note; What house were you in?” Abraham was speaking more briskly now, but Julianna was managing to keep up, “Oh, Ravenclaw. Yourself?” “Slytherin!” Abraham announced proudly, “But Aesop is the head of house,” Julianna did not know who Aesop was, but before she could even ask, again, Abraham continued-

“Everyone is lovely, I expect you will fit in just fine!” Abraham beamed at Julianna. These words put her at ease, but there was at least one person she felt would contradict what he said. “Right! So, the headmaster. Is he… nice?” Julianna asked, trying to sound indifferent. Abraham’s beam seemed to twitch at the question while Mirabel looked unsure of what to say.

“Professor Black. He is… Well…” Mirabel’s face scrunched up as if weighing the words that she was about to say, but Abraham, as usual, spoke up first; “He is certainly busy, so it seems! So, if you ever need him for something, I recommend going to Matilda first.” “What is he so busy with?” Julianna asked, sounding innocent, and Matilda glanced over her shoulder at them. “I wish I could tell you! Although… if you… If you associate with the right people… I think he will be inclined to be a bit more helpful,” Mirabel said indignantly, before taking a rather long sip from her butterbeer. Abraham didn’t react to Mirabel’s rather cryptic comment, almost as if, he understood exactly what she meant. For the rest of the day, the professors entertained themselves with more conversation and butterbeer. The atmosphere picked up again, and Julianna was even invited to play a game of gobstones against the beasts professor and head of Hufflepuff house, Bai Howin. Julianna had to surrender after three rounds because, by the end of it, she and Bai had stunk up the room so much that even having the windows open did not help.

By the time the professors left The Three Broomsticks, the sun was setting and Hogsmeade was cloaked in a soft, orange hue. Most of the professors had set off back to Hogwarts, but Juliana chose to accompany Mirabel, who needed to drop by The Magic Neep in order to stock up on fertiliser and fluxweed seeds. The man selling the produce, Mister Teasdale, seemed like a pleasant fellow. Julianna thought that she ought to know him, but it was always Sirona who would get Julianna’s components for herbology class, so she never met him. Mirabel, on the other hand, spoke with Mister Teasdale as if they were really close friends. She was probably a frequent customer.

With three large sacks of fertiliser gliding behind them, Julianna and Mirabel made their way out of Hogsmeade through a side street that looked more gloomy than the rest of the village. They passed a dingy-looking building with the name “Hog’s Head” painted on with gold lettering that was now chipping away. Julianna remembered the Hog’s Head Inn. She had never been in there as it was known to be disreputable for as long as it stood. Sirona had a particular dislike towards it so the two of them always kept to The Three Broomsticks. These thoughts were further reaffirmed by the group of dodgy-looking men who stood outside the inn, murmuring quietly amongst each other. One of the men with a sullen, scarred face caught Julianna’s eye. He prodded at a short man with dishevelled hair to bring his attention to her. Before the short man could even turn his head, Julianna looked away from them and went to catch up with Mirabel as she pulled her wand out from inside her sleeve. There was something familiar about the short man, but Julianna could not place her finger on it.

“Did you know…” Mirabel cooed happily once Julianna was back at her side, “This year, Matilda will be organising a large event for the school. Since quidditch was cancelled last year by Black, and there will be no tri-wizard tournament, this year seems like the perfect opportunity to host something for the students.” “Why did Black cancel quidditch?” Julianna asked incredulously, and she could see Mirabel roll her eyes dramatically before she inhaled sharply and burst into a prattle; “BECAUSE a pure-blood student got into an accident during a match. I mean, how ridiculous?! If it was literally anyone else, he would not have cared. Oh, you should have seen Chiyo last year. She was positively livid. I heard she wrote to the Department of Games and Sports at the ministry to complain about him! I wonder what came of that. I hope he got scolded harshly.”

Mirabel finished that last sentence with an uncharacteristic poison to her tone. Julianna stared at Mirabel with such a stupified expression that Mirabel went as red as a turnip. “I mean-! No, I-I didn’t mean that! I was just- I just felt-! Oh… Julianna!” Mirabel cried out anxiously, and before Julianna could help herself, her face broke into a grin. “Well, I hope they did too.” Julianna straightened up smugly. Mirabel contemplated Julianna for a moment, wondering if the comment was a trick, but she eventually relaxed and looked back ahead as the two of them finally made their way out of Hogsmeade, and were back on the gravelled path towards the school. “I never lose my temper like this. I would never,” Mirabel shook her head firmly, “But I just cannot understand how he can be so… preferential. Sometimes-! Sometimes, Black makes me want to screech like a Mandrake!” Julianna understood what Mirabel meant. She had spoken with the headmaster for no more than ten minutes, and she could just tell the kind of person he was, and she was clearly not the only one. Julianna placed a reassuring hand on Mirabel’s shoulder, before looking at her wand that she was still holding. At this moment, she felt that through this odd topic of conversation, she had just made her first proper friend at her new job.

[bittertrvgedies]

{ cis woman, she/her } ❝ These violent delights have violent ends,And in their triumph die like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume . ❞ huh, who’s ZENDAYA? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY. pronoun is a TWENTY SIX year old HALFBLOOD witch who is a MEDIWITCH. she is a GRYFFINDOR alum and the biological child of HERMIONE GRANGER-WEASLEY AND RON WEASLRY. she is known for being ABRASIVE, BLUNT, and STUBBORN but also CONFIDENT, CREATIVE, and LOYAL, so that must be why pronoun always reminds me of the song VIGILANTE SHIT & TAYLOR SWIFT and the warmth of summer sunrises, notes written between the margins, soft of a crocheted sweaters, rock N roll tee shirts and hair bows. i hear pronoun is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on her.

E D U C A T I O N

SCHOOLING: Graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. St. Mungo’s medical program HOUSE: Gryffindor

Best Classes: Potions, DADA, and Herbology

Worst Classes: Divination.

Electives: Ancient Runes

Honors: Head Girl, Prefect

Extra-Curricular: Chaser, Dueling Club

P E R S O N A L I T Y

THE LABEL: the heroine ENTJ -  is someone with the Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging personality traits. They are decisive people who love momentum and accomplishment. They gather information to construct their creative visions but rarely hesitate for long before acting on them. moral alignment: chaotic good ADDICTIONS: Sweets POSITIVE: creative, loyal, protective, innovative, & survivalist NEGATIVE: abrasive, blunt, untrusting, short-tempered, & impatient HOBBIES: crochet & knit, sews on occasion, loves a good karaoke bar, loves to bake, movie marathoning in a pillow fort

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

father: Ron Weasley

mother: Hermione Granger-Weasley

siblings: Hugo Weasley

grandparents: Arthur and Molly Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Granger

extended family: TThe Weasley/Potter Clan

H E A D C A N O N S

Has a Grey Maine Coon cat named Sherlock

Is rather proud that she doesn’t have any roommates but tbh, Rose is the worst roommate to have. Her clutter is everywhere.

Is often compared to Hermione much to Rose’s displeasure. They look almost the spitting image of each other with the exception of Rose’s hair colour and rose is quite a clever girl– she did get top marks in school– but that is where the similarities end. Rose is much more rough around the edges… in fact, her edges are frayed and she’s barely holding it together. She’s harsher and more impulsive. she jumps to conclusions a lot and while 90% of the time, she’s right, she can be wrong sometimes. Not that she will ever admit it.

10 out of 10 a daddy's girl.

Sarcastic af

She puts everyone she cares about before herself. Has always been that way and sometimes it tires her.

her full bio is found here.