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unknowncountrygirl · 3 years

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Interment: Ch. 4 Dark Artifacts

Iris had a hard time falling asleep, tossing and turning until she was able to fall asleep, only to be woke with a start. There was clattering, banging, sizzling, and she swore a freaking bomb had went off.

“Barnaby!” She shrieked, throwing the blankets off her, jumped out of bed and flew to the door. She grabbed her wand, and as she ran conjured a protection spell over the house, thinking someone was breaking in. She could see light flickering and another loud bang. “Barnaby!” She yelled again, sprinting down the hallway to the staircase, taking them two at a time. When her feet hit the wooden floors on the bottom floor she stopped in her tracks.

He was standing in the front room, his bare back facing her, pieces of objects obliterated all around him on the floor, on bookshelves, the fireplace mantle, hardly anything was left.

He flicked his wand and without a word destroyed another item that had been sitting on the table in front of the couch. It shattered with a loud pop, and the little shattered pieces fell to the floor. He then turned his attention to, from her position, what looked like a portrait and slammed his fist against it, shattering the glass with a yell before yanking it off the wall and flung it across the room, then blasted it with another nonverbal spell in mid air.

Iris had never seen Barnaby angry before. Irritated, mildly put off, but never angry and she hoped it would continue to be a rare occurrence as he was absolutely terrifying. He was, and had always been, all muscle and brute strength that wasn't intimidating because of his sweet and mild soul. That muscle and strength was exceptionally evident at the moment, he was in nothing but his pajama pants, his muscles tight under his skin, and veins running and protruding in his arms.

Had Iris not been so completely stunned by his behavior, she would have been able to appreciate all the skin she had never seen before. But she didn't. She took a tentative step forward, like the way one approach a frightened animal and called out his name again,

“Barnaby?”

He twisted around and locked eyes with her, and she immediately saw regret and shock cross his facial features.

“Iris! I-I thought you were asleep.” He admitted nervously, looking around at the mess he had made.

“I heard a crash, I was worried about you.” She told him, approaching him in the room.

“No, wait!” He held out a hand, causing her to stop mid step towards him. Iris felt her stomach lurch, the fear that he was rejecting her company seizing her brain. Barnaby stepped over the broken objects to her and placed his hands under her arms, lifting her up so her feet wouldn't touch the ground, and walked her out of the room. “There's broken glass, I don't want you to get it in your feet.” He told her as he walked them out of the front room and into the kitchen before sitting her down.

Iris was filled with immense fondness for him in that moment, well even more then she normally felt for him.

“Thank you, that was very thoughtful.” She smiled at him. “But you're barefoot too.” She pointed out.

“Well, my feet aren't delicate.” He told her. She was about to tell him her feet weren't delicate, but it was a sweet gesture on his part nonetheless. His hands had lowered to her waist and he simply held her there for a moment, not making eye contact with her.

“Barnaby... What can I do for you?” She asked, knowing he needed something, some sort of comfort. She hoped he would open up to her, he had always been the most open with his feelings both in friendship and their more romantic moments they had shared. His hands moved from her waist, and wrapped around her, holding her tightly in a hug. Iris wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let out a deep breath, she was going to stand there and let him hold onto her as long as he needed.

He was always more physical then anyone else, both in the way he looked and carried himself to the fact that his love language was that of physical touch, she had noticed that very early on even before they had went to the Celestial ball together all those years ago.

He enjoyed touch, weather that was something simple as sitting close enough that their thighs or shoulders touched, hugging, holding hands, or things more in the romantic nature. He never went to try and grope her during their more vigorous snogging sessions, he would touch her face, her shoulders, arms, knees, just content in being close with another person.

It dawned on her that it was more then likely because he never received any sort of touch when he was a child and was making up for it.

“Would...” He choked out and she could hear his throat was tight, “would you sleep with me?” Iris made a face and was grateful he didn't see it because it was a mix of shock and did I hear that right. This was not how he was actually asking for her to sleep with him, was it? I mean, she wouldn't put it past him to be that blunt and honest about it, because that was just Barnaby's way. Her mind was trying to wrap around what he had just said, but he finished his thought. “I just, I don't want to be alone, not in this house.” She wanted to slap herself. He wasn't asking her to have sex with him, he literally meant sleep as in the most innocent form of it, lay in bed, close their eyes, wake up in the morning. Something that was classic Barnaby.

“Sure, of course.” She nodded against his shoulder. She felt him relax under her hands as he let her go a little, just enough to look down at her. His eyes were bloodshot, but not like he had been crying, more like a man tormented. “Come on,” she moved and grabbed one of his hands to lead him upstairs. They passed by the demolished front room and she felt Barnaby stop. “It's ok, we can handle that in the morning.” She promised him.

They made their way up the stairs, and into the room. Iris pulled the blankets down and climbed into the rather plush bed, while he crawled in right next to her, wrapping one of his large arms around her ribcage and pulled her close to him like a child would a teddy bear.

He gripped her shirt in his fist, and Iris thought vaguely that the way he was clinging to her was less about comfort, and more about protection. That thought made Iris feel a bit uncomfortable as to what exactly it was about this house, or the Lee Manor itself that made Barnaby feel so edgy.

She knew bits and pieces that he had told her over the years which was enough for her to feel that he had every right to hate the place, but what would make him feel so-

Her thoughts were cut off by loud snoring, and she looked at Barnaby's face, which was buried in a pillow and mouth wide open. Iris smiled fondly at him, and slowly adjusted herself to get comfortable enough to get some sleep. However he felt, she wouldn't understand without him explaining it to her, but she felt safe in his company.

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There was loud banging on the front door first thing in the morning, Iris opened her eyes, wrapping her foggy brain around what was going on while Barnaby pulled his arms from her, sat up, ran a hand over his face and through his hair, before he got up out of the bed.

“What time is it?” She asked groggily, looking to the clock on the side table, only to realize that it had stopped working a long time ago. Barnaby opened the door and made his way downstairs.

“The one time we could really sleep in.” He muttered.

She heard him walk down the squeaky stairs and open the front door. There were two voices she didn't know, so Iris decided to get up and join him downstairs. Then she heard shouting and she remembered that they had left the front room the way it was last night after Barnaby had decided to destroy all the dark artifacts in the house. Iris had never so quickly thrown on a robe and slippers as she had in that moment and ran down to Barnaby's side.

“These were family artifacts that you destroyed!” She heard someone yell as she arrived at the top of the stairs.

“They were Dark Artifacts!” Barnaby argued with whoever was downstairs.

“You had no right-”

“I have the only right! With dad gone, I'm the last true Lee, and if I want to destroy them I bloody well will!”

Iris nearly grabbed her chest at hearing Barnaby talk in such a way. She swore, most of their friends did, but not Barnaby. This place was very quickly effecting him, and she was not so keen on it.

“You could have asked us if any of us wanted them-”

“You're lucky I didn't turn them over to the Ministry, and let them do as they pleased, Vernon!”

“Fine Lee you are, nothing but a bloody-” Iris arrived at the bottom of the steps and saw two men with Barnaby that looked eerily like him, only they were not nearly as broad in the shoulders and they're eyes were as dark as could be. “Who the hell is that?”

Barnaby turned around and saw Iris standing wide eyed at the bottom of the stairs before he turned around and pointed a finger at the other man.

“Her name is Iris, and you best not talk to her like that.”

“Ah, Iris.” The other practically purred, rubbing his hands together, “may I say you look just absolutely delicious.”

Iris had never been so disgusted by a compliment, and that's coming from someone who had been flirted with relentlessly by Diego.

“Cyrus.” Barnaby grabbed a fistful of his shirt and shoved him backwards. “Leave her alone. In fact, don't even look at her.”

“Who is she Barn? Your little girlfriend?” Cyrus snickered. “Find yourself someone at Hogwarts did ya?”

“Don't be stupid, Cyrus, Barnaby is too daft to have a girlfriend. Now perhaps a paid date, that seems more realistic. What did you do Barn? Go directly to Knockturn Alley after your Dad died?”

Iris noted that Barnaby's fists were both clenched and the muscles in his back were straining from the tension knotted in them.

“Iris.” She heard him say her name without so much as looking at her, “go back upstairs.” There was a tone in his voice she had never heard and she felt her feet leading her back up the stairs without protest.

Cyrus and Vernon. She would have to ask who they were and why they thought they were owed anything from the Lee estate. She had expected to hear some sort of jinx, or the sounds of a duel but what she heard puzzled her for a moment.

There was yelling, shouting that she couldn't really understand, swearing every curse word known to the human race, and then the sounds of thudding. It clicked in her head what was happening. Someone was getting the ever loving crap beat out of them.

There was all sort of ruckus and she finally heard the front door open and slam.

“Barnaby!” She called, quickly taking the stairs again to see what had happened. Barnaby was sitting on the table in front of the sofa with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. She padded over to him, and picked up one of his still curled fists, then reached into the pocket of her robe to pull out her wand. “Episkey.” She stated simply and watched as the broken skin stitched back together, leaving behind a mild amount of blood. She looked to his face as she grabbed the other hand and did the same, his eyes never looking up from the floor.

Iris cupped his chin in her hand and turned his face up towards hers, not getting much resistance. His eye was already starting to turn purple and swell. They may have got two good hits on him, but judging by his hands, they had had the brunt of the fight. He was an excellent dueller, with a wand or fist.

“I'm not daft.” He told her, as though he thought he had to defend himself. Iris finished her spells, mending his broken lip and the swelling of his eye, it may have to stay purple for now.

“Of course you're not!” Iris exclaimed. “There is no one that knows more about Magical creatures and veterinary practices for them as you do! Not even Charlie, he just knows Dragons, you are educated on so many more.” She ran her fingers through his hair, still unkempt and messy from the rough nights sleep he had, trying to get it out of his eyes.

“I hit them.”

“I can tell.” Iris affirmed, noting the blood splatter still on his hands. “I don't know who they are but-”

“They're my cousins. My dad's sisters kids.” He filled her in on more of his family tree. “I honestly should have waited for the will reading tomorrow to destroy anything, in case he left anything to them. I just... I was so angry when I saw it all here, just looking like everyday brick-a-brack one would keep in a guest cottage!” Barnaby exclaimed. “I just, I've always hated it, always hated being known as a Death Eaters kid, and seeing what happened to my family and people that were suppose to care about me during the war.” She understood then, and nodded. “I'm not daft.” He reiterated.

“I know that.”

“Do you?” He questioned looking up at her and finally meeting her gaze. “Is that why... Why we haven't...” He trailed off and Iris suddenly felt immense guilt.

They had been on quite a few dates, forth year he had asked her to the Celestial ball, then there had been the Valentines day event that had ended with them chatting in the greenhouse that he had enchanted to be one of the most romantic situations one could find themselves in, and she had asked him on a date.

Then fifth year, while a disaster in many aspects, had been wonderful. She had stopped Ismelda from giving him a love potion, for selfish reasons, but it had worked out as he felt the same for her. They had been co-stars in Flitwicks dumpster fire of a play, but Barnaby had came to the rescue and made it something special for Flitwick as well as her, and made sure they were able to act out the final proclamation of love scene and given her a bouquet of roses that he had enchanted to last.

Then again, they had spent Valentines together and while she had tried her best to make it something wonderful for Pince and Filch, Barnaby had made sure that Iris had a night to remember and had worked with Pince and Dumbledore! Who on earth could work with Pince?!

They had also been voted the Festival Queen and King during the spring fest, and Barnaby had announced happily that he was her date, AND had convinced Murphy to announce it to the entire school.

She had thought by not “labeling” their relationship that she could save him from being hurt. She was on the Quidditch team, Head Girl in Honor of Rowan, working at the ministry, still tracking R, working on her final projects for school, being a member of the Sphinx, Hippogriff, and dragon club, her Newts, and also juggling the possibility of there being yet another cursed vault. She was afraid that if she and Barnaby became an “official” couple, that if she had to put anything before him that he would feel rejected or unwanted, which was the last thing she had wanted. What she had looked past was what Barnaby had wanted.

Barnaby wasn't the daft one. It was Iris.

“Oh, Barnaby... I'm so sorry.” She started and he looked at her like a frightened animal. “No, no, I'm not-” She placed a hand over her face, feeling a blush creep up her neck as she fumble for the words. “You're not daft, I am.”

“Huh?”

“I thought by not formally making this,” she gestured between the two of them. “us, a actual labeled relationship, that I was somehow sparing your feelings... When it seems like all I've done is hurt them. That's what I'm apologizing for.”

“So you still fancy me?” He asked, his bright green eyes starring into her soul.

“Barnaby, I adore you. There's never been anyone else that holds such a special part of my heart the way you do. It has only ever been you” Iris assured him. Barnaby stood up from where he was sitting and raised his hands to her neck, cradling her in his hands, and true his his real nature, touched her gently. She almost melted at his caress, sweet and simple as it may have been.

“I don't care if I'm not your top priority all the time. If the cursed Vaults, and R, and school have to come first over time with me I can accept that if I know that you're with me.” He told her. “I just need to know that, we're in our last year, soon most of what takes your time won't be a priority.”

It was true, she had never really thought just how quickly their time at Hogwarts was coming to an end. She almost wanted to laugh, because she had looked over that fact.

“You're right.” She smiled, “I haven't really thought about our time at Hogwarts coming to an end, it's almost like we will be there forever.”

“We won't, we just have a few more months then we can go and do what we want!” Barnaby exuberantly told her, his eyes lighting up at the thought. “You name it, we could go to Dragon Races, or Quidditch games, travel and study Magical Creatures and Plants!” He was smiling for the first time in days talking about the future that they could share together.

“That sounds lovely.” She assured him. He bent down and gave her a kiss. It was different from the ones that they had shared before, and even during the more physical times that they had shared. This one had a finality to it, as though it was a seal upon a letter that they had both signed.

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domaslut · 1 year

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LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! This is the first request I had got from my “Valentine’s Day Event”. I will publish the other ones in the next few days. I hope you have enjoyed this drabble♥️

And, if you cannot find me online on tumblr, just text me on my wattpad account: Domaslut! I hang on that platform quite a bit❤️

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harrypotter-imaginess · 3 years

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- You glance down at your watch, this is about the time Charlie said he would meet you at the clocktower

- You look up at the tall, looming tower

- This is the only clocktower at school right?

- There’s not like, another one somewhere

- No, Charlie would have specified if there were another one

- Right?

- You’re on the verge of scrambling to ask someone if this is, in fact, the only clocktower on school grounds

- When you hear a voice call your name

- Charlie jogs over to you, hunching over as he catches his breath

- “Have...you...been...waiting..long?” He manages between heavy pants

- “Not too long, is everything alright?”

- He looks like he’s about to pass out

- “Snape *huff* let us *huff* out late.”

- You haven’t had Snape yet, today was a softball with transfiguration and charms

- “Shall we?” Charlie asks extending his hand towards Hagrid hut, still hunched over

- “Um, why don’t we sit for a bit, I’m in no hurry”

- Charlie flushes red

- “That’s probably for the best”

- The walk down to Hagrid’s hut is just as magical as it looked in the movies

- Enchanted stones that scaled-down a hill, to a small valley where his cottage lie. A robust garden of pumpkins and vegetables, vines all tangled together, and beside it was a very happy dog

- “Hello there!” You squeal as he bounds over to you and Charlie, you offer your hand for a friendly sniff and instead you get a slobbering lick on your hand, and several more on your face when Fang pushes you onto the ground

- You’re laughing, giggling as he licks every inch of skin he see’s

- “Easy boy, it’s nice to meet you too”

- It only ends when you see a large shadow loom over you

- You look up to see a scruffy, rather tall, man, holding that massive dog like he’s nothing but a puppy

- “Now Fang, no ones going to like yer it yer bathes them in drool, sorry about that”

- That’s Hagrid

- You’re meeting Hagrid!!!

- You’re so stunned you barely register Charlie helping you back onto your feet

- “It’s no problem,” you reassure “I mean, who wouldn’t be happy at a welcome like that”

- Hagrid grins

- “I this one Charlie”

- “Well that’s good because this is our new recruit” he grins

- “Well I like them even more now”

- They give you the low down, basically there’s a lot of magical creatures out in Hogwarts, and just not enough hands to take care of them

- “It’s not about food, they find all of that no problem, but they need company otherwise one day they won’t like coming near us at all”

- You nod, alright you get that

- Besides you love playing with animals

- “It’s a slow process building a friendship, so take yer time” Hagrid nods

- “Most of them are pretty good motivated so after feeding them for a few months they start to warm up to you” Charlie adds

- “I’m sure it’ll be no problem given how yer get along with Fang”

- You notice that they seem to reassure each other more than you

- Well that’s kinda weird but whatever

- Charlie introduces you to a rather handsome boy named “Barnaby Lee” who teaches you all the best places to find creature food

- “There’s some in the corridor, and in the storage room by the great hall”

- He’s nice, but he’s a little dumb

- “Have you seen my pen?”

- “Um, you mean the one in your hand?”

- “Oh, yes! That’s the one!”

- You’re kind of surprised he’s in Slytherin

- “They’ve got a few bad apples, Merula is always pushing that boundary, but I think you’d like it.”

- “I don’t know how I feel about having a dorm in a dungeon” the words slip out before you can stop them and Barnaby laughs

- “I thought that too actually, but there are no chains on the wall or anythin’ it’s mostly a lot of fancy vases and the fires always lit with green flames”

- Hm green flames huh

- “I kinda want to see that”

- Barnaby grins

- “You will by the end of the year”

- It’s sort of weird, knowing you can’t get attached to anything because this might not be your home for the next seven years

- If you can survive that long anyway

- Still, you get caught up in it

- Playing pranks with George, Fred, and Lee

- Taking care of magical creatures with Charlie, Hagrid, and Barnaby

- Getting scolded by Professor McGonagall

- “Why did you transform your rat so that it could fly?” She asks, fingers rubbing her temple

- You shrug

- “I thought it would be funny”

- Being scolded by the prefects in your house that you’re going to lose them house points

- “Is this sabotage?” One of them hisses

- “No I’m just stupid” you reply warning slack-jawed expressions from them

- “Sorry about that” you add with a shrug

- You’re so busy trying to keep up with your schoolwork and occasional mischief that you don’t realize times almost up

- Gryffindor sends you off with a party, a rather boisterous one

- “You can forget us now that you’re going to Hufflepuff alright,” Lee says, clinking your glass of butterbeer against him

- “We’ll be awfully offended if we find out your scheming with pretty boy Diggory” George adds with a playful bump to your shoulder

- “Just might have to hex him if he tries to poach our most talented member” Fred adds and you laugh

- “Oh you’re laughing now, but don’t be surprised if you wake up one day and see Diggory sporting pink hair”

- You laugh even harder at that

- Professor sprout leads you to the Hufflepuff common room the next morning

- “The password is butterscotch,” she tells you, watching as the door unlocks and lets you in

- Standing behind is an entire group of children who all cheer when they see you

- Before you know what’s happening they’re carrying you inside on their shoulders

- The door closes only somewhat concealing muffled cheers

- Sprout shakes her head

- “Children will be children I suppose,” she says, smiling as she walks away

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