#eglantine house

[nanshe-of-nina]

Kushiel’s Legacy GIF sets || Eglantine House

Eglantine maintains she charmed with the sweetness of her song. Eglantine is the artists’ House, and her adepts are skilled in a dozen disciplines: players, poets, artists, musicians, dancers and tumblers. And, it would appear, clothiers.

[comite-de-salut-public]

General public warning that if you see an account by the name of either @eglantine-small-organ or @virtueinbedwithmywife, please do report them to us! The first is running some kind of investment scam I believe, and the other one seems to be posting... thirst traps?

(The thirst traps aren't what we're really worried about, the actual issue is that someone spotted some shipment crates in the bedroom... that are definitely supposed to be at the army bases on the front and not at someone's house.)

[krscblw]

ghoul perfume associations pt. 3!

more ghoul perfume associations bc ghost and perfume are my two main hobbies! all of these are indie/niche perfumes because those are the types of perfume i'm mainly into. these lists are really fun for me and i would love to hear what people think!!

also, jsyk: because this post is so long, some of the text might get cut off on mobile. it should be okay on desktop if that happens (i don't know how to fix it, sorry :/)

Aeon

Notes: non-sweet chocolate, linen, lavender

Perfumes:

Autumn Morning - Pulp Fragrance

hot chocolate, slightly spiced oatmeal, carnations, a cozy blanket

Twice To Tea - Poesie 

strong earl grey tea, lavender absolute, vanilla syrup, a splash of milk

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla  

Perfumes:

Not A Deer - Little & Grim 

cedarwood, chestnuts, sandalwood, maple, oak, tonka, suede, clove, spiced vanilla, amber, tobacco 

Loggia - Solstice Scents 

“High above the village, a castle sits shrouded in a heavy gray mist.  Muted moonlight illuminates its upper terraces. Thick with incense smoke, the loggia swells with invited guests, each heavily cloaked and masked. Laughter, violas and a harpsichord fill the night. Wine flows from never-ending mahogany vats. Exotic spices drape the air in fragrant bouquets. A bell rings from the archway, and all in attendance fall silent as the master of the night creatures crosses the paving stones...”

mahogany, sweet amber, musk, dark incense, deep vanilla bean, sandalwood, cardamom, black pepper, cognac and allspice

(i have this one and it's great, perfect for aether imo)

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder

Perfumes:

Spiritus Fumosus - Alkemia

volcanic basalt, smelted metal ores, amberwood, smokey birch tar, old leather, galbanum, white oud, gray amber, petrichor, wet sand, bergamot, sichuan peppercorn, gingergrass, white patchouli

Deus ex Machina - Alkemia 

“An olfactory portrait of industrial decay and the fallen gods of age of disruption, innovation, and technological revolution.”

fire-hardened steel, rusted iron, motor oil, wet cement, burnt copper wires, gray amber

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk, heavy florals, honey

Perfumes:

Virgo - Deconstructing Eden   

dark amber, bulgarian rose absolute, lavender maillette, orris root, benzoin, dark fruits, bourbon vanilla

Eglantine House - Deconstructing Eden 

honeyed roses, mahogany, plums, amber accord, champaca flowers, eglantine roses, white musk

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar, cold air

Perfumes:

Midnight Garden - Alkemia 

night-flowering white flowers – tuberose, lily, honeysuckle, gardenia, moonflower

Calliope - Alkemia 

clementine, orange blossoms, white orchid, sugared currants, tonka, and vanilla musk, cotton candy, saltwater taffy

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, spices, metal

Perfumes:

Unrequited - Deconstructing Eden

black sandalwood, raspberries, bitter orange, black pepper, smooth silky musk, dark amber, smoky patchouli 

Lightning Storm - Nui Cobalt Designs 

Petrichor, ozone, electrified metal, cold musk, bergamot, lime zest, cracked pink peppercorn, copal smoke, myrrh, teakwood

(this one represents dew as a water ghoul – citrus, spices, ozone, and metal. sweet, cold, and a little bitter)

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense, spices 

Perfumes:

Tasseomancy - Nui Cobalt Designs 

black tea spritzed with orange, incense smoke clinging to heavy velvet curtains, fireplace embers, cinnamon, clove

Tasseomancy - LVNEA 

bergamot, black tea, lapsang souchong, honey, spices, milk

(yes they are both called the same thing. he's a guy with a brand i don't know what to tell you)

Mist

Notes: water, herbs, ice

Perfumes:

Eisheth - Deconstructing Eden 

seawater, herbs - rosemary, mint, clary sage, bergamot, hyssop, lemongrass, and verbena, white tea

Blackwater Lake - Osmofolia  

“Short-needle pine branches hang over mossy lake rocks, radiant white water lilies soak in the sun, the surface of the dark lake water ripples above submerged northern watermilfoil, and a chill in the air warns of impending autumn.”

pine needles, cold wind, northern watermilfoil, white water lilies, moss, stone, lake water

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, plants, earth, mushrooms

Perfumes:

Poor Farm - Little & Grim 

“Overgrown grass, tangled undergrowth, wildflowers, the memory of fresh linens, and distant, greener pastures.”

moss, sage, ferns, sweet grasses, green wood, and chamomile

Mycelium - Treading Water Perfume 

“Rounding the corner it came into view, the being that had terrorized the village for decades. It sat terrifyingly still on top of natural rock formation that resembled some strange amalgamation of an altar. An altar not made by human hands but as if created by the forest itself to honor this being. The being was here long before the village and it will continue to be here long after we are gone.”

soil, mushrooms, patchouli, black currants, hinoki wood

Nimbus/Aurora*

Notes: peach, rose, earth

Perfumes:

The Lover Tells Of The Rose - Alkemia 

wild roses, lemon verbena, white pearl tea leaves, delicate white patchouli, new greens, wet moss

Apothecary Rose - LVNEA 

rose gallica, rose de mai, damask rose, tarragon, violet leaf, apricot, labdanum, myrrh

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco

Perfumes:

Danse Macabre - Fyrinnae

sandalwood, amber, labdanum, vanilla, woodsmoke, smoldering logs

Leo - Deconstructing Eden 

frankincense, myrrh, benzoin, amber, liatrix, blood cedar, blond tobacco absolute, sweet spices, honey

(i have this one and i love it, it's very warm and resinous)

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone, vanilla

Perfumes:

Ambre Gris - Alkemia 

“A rare blend of proprietary perfumery ingredients carefully oxidized by sunlight, sand, air, sea salt, water, and ocean minerals. The result is as changeable and morphing as the ocean... earthy, sweet, musky, saline.”

gray ambergris, ocean minerals, sea salt

Cerulea - OSMOFOLIA 

“A synesthesia perfume inspired by a color. Sapphire ocean blue with flashes of turquoise and glistening white.”

osmanthus, ambergris, sea salt, ocean water, tuberose, cucumber

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices

Perfumes:

In Love with Everything - Imaginary Authors

“This extremely versatile (and genderless!) fragrance is great for any time of day and any time of year but the blast of energy it possesses is ideal for whenever you’re feeling low or looking for a little boost of bliss to keep your body moving and your lungs laughing long into the night.”

raspberry, citrus pulp, coconut palm sugar, madame isaac pereire, sandalwood, tropical punch, stardust

(i have this one! it's very fruity, you definitely get the fruit punch, but it still has a good amount of depth)

Eos - Fantôme 

“Eos is named for the goddess of dawn—who beckons the daybreak with her rosy fingers. This perfume smells like the color of the sunrise; pink and gold light breathing life into the morning dew.”

tart lemonade, raspberries, candied rose petals, wild berries, a hint of ginger

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli, incense

Perfumes:

Black Heart - Spirit & Venom   

dark patchouli, clove, caramel pipe tobacco

Scorpio - Deconstructing Eden

“The fixed water sign of the zodiac, Scorpios are sensitive and intense, complicated and multi-layered. This blend is deep, still water, with notes of humid air and just the barest touch of mud.”

white and pink lotus absolute, orris root, myrrh, patchouli, gray musk, still water

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone, faint sweet musk, mint, cool air

Perfumes:

Walking with a Ghost - Spirit & Venom 

“Light & ethereal musk, fresh harvest pear, a whiff of perfume from a loved one long passed.”

Aquarius - Deconstructing Eden 

air, an undercurrent of water, sparkling aldehydes

if you made it this far, thank you for reading! and i would love to hear your thoughts!! (/gen - do you have any recommendations? do you agree/disagree? i love talking abt this) (also thank you sm to @midnight-moth for recommending lvnea!!)

[rkdoesartthings]

Welcome to the @spnproshipbang art post for @samisadeangirl 's amazing story....

A crossover fusion between Supernatural and Jacqueline Kirby's "Kushiel's Legacy" series. Welcome to Ter d'Ange, where prostitution is quite literally a holy calling, in the service of the Angel Naamah, and she and her cohort, the Angels who have blessed the kingdom, will make use of their chosen champions.

There are twelve holy Houses in Naamah's service, each with a different specialization. Dean's is House Eglantine, and so eglantine blossoms and intricate knotwork are a recurring theme for the art and imagery of the story.

As a member of the House most known for creativity in the arts, Dean's taken some creative liberties when designing his marque, a tattoo denoting his service to Naamah and belonging to House Eglantine

At the masquerade, Dean arrives clad in gold as befits the Sun god Apollo of myth. He is easily able to pick out Prince Samuel from among the masked attendees despite the mask of a Minotaur.

I had a lot of fun doing the art for this amazing story, which you can find here on AO3!

[transdimensional-void]

what was life like for children in adalgiza villa (i was gon say "whatd it be like growing up in" but then i realized.......a lot of em didnt get to grow up did they?) what was ferdinands early childhood like?

answer under the cut for those who wish to avoid spoilers! there will be spoilers for the next few volumes as well as some q&a answers from fanbooks here, so click at your own risk.

there are actually several short stories in upcoming volumes that will shed some light on this topic, though we may not ever get full details about ferdinand's childhood.

we know that the royal family of lanzenave is split into three branches, and each branch has its representative "flower" in adalgisa's villa who produces potentials heirs to the throne. when the king of lanzenave determines that it is time to select a new heir to raise, the boy currently in the villa who has the largest mana capacity is selected to be raised as the new heir.

any boy who is not selected to become the heir (meaning, the vast majority of them) is executed before reaching baptismal age. this means that it is important to keep track of the children's age, so their medals are registered at birth and they are assigned numbers based on their birth order among their mother's children. ferdinand was registered as "quinta" meaning "fifth" at birth, meaning he was his mother's fifth son or child (i'm not clear which). i believe he was only given the name ferdinand at the point that aub ehrenfest decided to keep him.

the main building of the villa is separated in two parts: one for those who work in the villa, who are registered as collateral royal family members and one for the flowers and their pre-baptismal children. the side with the flowers and pre-baptismal children is little more than a fancy prison, with no exit to the outside, bars over the windows, and the door to the other side of the villa locked at all times.

within this prison, there are three different "rooms," each one designated to house a princess from a different branch of lanzenave's royal family. they are assigned the names of different flowers native to jurgenschmidt: coralie (the lily-like flower eglantine's hairpin was based on), shentis (the rose-like flower adolphine's hairpin was based on), and lebeleyer (a flower that it something like a large marigold or carnation). ferdinand was born from the lebeleyer line.

the boys born in the villa are referred to as "seeds," indicating that their ultimate fate will be to be turned into feystones that will be sent to lanzenave. girls are divided into four categories based on their future: seeds, buds, flowers, and gardeners. i believe girls only become seeds if there is an unusually large number of girls born around the same time.

flowers are destined to bear children for their branch of the family. there is only ever one flower at a time, so i don't think girls are necessarily designated as flowers at birth. instead, once a flower dies (aka, is executed either because one of her seeds was adopted by their father or because she stops being able to produce children, and her feystone sent back to lanzenave) a new flower is chosen from among the girls designated as buds.

buds and gardeners are baptized as collateral royal family members. upon baptism they move to a side building where they are raised along with other members of their branch of the royal family (coralie, shentis, or lebeleyer). they are raised as princesses and attend the royal academy as any noble would.

gardeners return to the villa to work there as attendants to the flowers and their children. buds are allowed to marry if they can find a suitable partner. if not, they become seeds, or if their family's flower dies, they become the new flower in her place.

other than when they attend the royal academy, none of these people are really allowed to leave the villa because its existence is a secret to the rest of jurgenschmidt. the boy selected to become the future king of lanzenave is raised in the side building with the girls of his branch but is not allowed to attend the royal academy in order to avoid him building ties within jurgenschmidt, considering that his role is to ultimately leave for lanzenave. he is educated by royal family members during the seasons when other nobles aren't at the royal academy, and he is encouraged to build ties within the royal family of jurgenschmidt.

ferdinand would have been born in the prison side of the villa, registered as quinta, and probably nursed by his mother for the first six months or so of his life. then he would have been taken from her and raised by the gardeners of the villa. he grew up without ever knowing his mother and spoke to her only once that he remembers. it seems that she was the one who chose the name "ferdinand" for him.

he was raised knowing that when he grew old enough he would become a feystone. i'm sure he was fed, clothed, and cared for well--all to ensure he would become the best possible feystone he could be. imagine a small child who's been told from birth that they were only born to die, so that their mana could benefit distant family members in a country they've never been to. if not for aub ehrenfest, he would have lived his entire life in a few rooms inside a prison and died there as well, never knowing what love or family or really even life were.

he had no hopes or dreams for the future because he knew, from the time he was capable of knowing such a thing, that he had no future. his only goal was to become the best possible feystone he could be. ;_;

[beardedmrbean]

I hired a nanny for my kids and she gave them opium and then had them play with a homeless man.

Did they float to the ceiling at some weird old guy's house too, or was it just the weird trip to the carousel racehorse track and dancing penguins for this one?

Eglantine Price had a much more fun brand of tomfoolery anyhow.

She did get together with Mrs. Winifred Banks earlier in life though.

All 3 movies are not to be missed BTW

[dwellordream]

"According to Brother Louvel, Naamah was filled with a mystic purity of spirit when she went to the King of Persis, and when she lay down with strangers in the market. But that is what they say at Gentian House, and not at Alyssum, where they say she trembled to lay aside her modesty, nor at Balm, where they say she came in compassion. I know, for I listened to the adepts talk. At Bryony, they say she made a good bargain of it, and at Camellia, that her perfection unveiled left him blind for a fortnight, which led him to betray her out of uncomprehending fear. Dahlia claims she bestowed herself like a queen, while Heliotrope says she basked in love as in the sun, which shines on middens and kings' chambers alike. Jasmine House, to which I would have been heir, holds that she did it for pleasure, and Orchis, for a lark. Eglantine maintains she charmed with the sweetness of her song. What Valerian claims I know not, for of the two Houses that cater to tastes with a sharper edge, we heard less; but I heard once that Mandrake holds Naamah chose her patrons like victims and whipped them to violent pleasures, leaving them sated and half-dead."

Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Dart

[sincerely-sofie]

I made this blog mainly as a place to store art + memes for my fandoms and doodles of my original stories. I’ve posted a lot of the former, but none of the latter, so… Here you go? Have some goofy “incorrect quotes” inspired jokes of a project of mine called The Name-Oath.

Context is indented and italicized, but you can probably read through the doodles below without getting too confused if you skip it:

The first half of the actual plot is your standard fae romance starring a human woman who doesn’t realize the male lead is a supernatural creature, and just thinks he’s really into cosplaying alone in a mansion in some freaky forest. The second half is rom-com shenanigans between the divorced human woman and male lead after the world's ugliest breakup. He desperately tries to get back together at every waking moment and she just wants to hang out with her bestie Summer and raise her half-fae daughter in peace. The human woman is named Eglantine, but goes by Egg. She got stuck with the nickname during high school and decided to start going by it in an effort to have a more "average" sounding name. This did not work as intended, but it certainly helped her avoid getting her name stolen when she first met the male lead. She's something called a skipwitch. This is a whole worldbuilding thing I'm not going to get into here. The male lead is named Kieran. He is a drama king. He spent several centuries under magical house arrest. He can talk to rats. He has pretty hair. This is all you need to know about him, except maybe the fact that he's royalty. Summer is Egg's best friend, and she is the resident fae expert in her and Egg's coven. Competitive and protective of Egg. She hates Kieran's guts, and the feeling is mutual. Egg and Kieran's daughter is named Violet, but she goes by Froggy. She is a terrifying force of nature by virtue of being the offspring of a skipwitch and Unseelie prince. Enjoys microwave pizzas, her pet beta fish, video games, and getting her way. Alois is Kieran's invisible butler. He's a surprisingly talented singer.

[richmond-rex]

It is not generally known that William Caxton sued for pardon following the abortive gentry rebellion against the Crown in October 1483 [...] Caxton's pardon of 1484 invites a reappraisal of his career. It sheds light on his activity as a mercer and diplomat, his close connections with power and patronage and his own vulnerability, through his ties with the Woodvilles, during a period of upheaval. While the death of Rivers and the ensuing events saw Caxton lose valuable custom, after Richard's death he again secured royal and noble patronage which increased the press's output. In a political context Caxton's complicity in the rebellion of 1483 should not be ruled out. In view of his position at Westminster it would be naive to assume that he could have been wholly unaware of the revolt. While there is no evidence to suggest that Caxton was actively involved in sedition, nonetheless his patronage during the period focuses attention on the nature of his publications.

— Louise Gill, William Caxton and the Rebellion of 1483 | The English Historical Review

Like Blanchardin and Eglantine, others of Caxton's works from the period reflect the same milieu and emphasize intrigue, corruption and the politics of disaffection, which mirror in some measure the interests of the market. Knight of the Tower, which he dedicated to Elizabeth Woodville, draws attention to the sequence of events set in train by Richard and has clear parallels with the dynastic manoeuvre which united the houses of York and Lancaster. Curial, translated by Caxton at the request of Rivers and published after Richard III's accession, might also be said to offer commentary on the politics of the period. From the late fourteenth century, its theme deals with court and country, courtier and gentleman; the one, debased and superficial, the other depicting the 'true and rightful life'. Significantly, it left the press when the household was in disarray, with many of Edward IV's own courtiers and servants in exile abroad or at home. Dedicated to Richard III and commissioned by a squire, the Order of Chivalry, a declamatory work calling for the restoration of knightly duties and virtues, is perhaps another interesting choice in the context of the times.

[historygirl93]

My favourite movies about witches (part 2)

"Bedknobs and Broomsticks" (1971): Eglantine Price, a witch apprentice, hosts in her house three siblings from London because of the war. Wanting to use her powers to save England from the N***s, Eglantine travels with the children on a magical bed to find her teacher, professor Emelius Brown. Adventures, animated animals, songs and Angela Lansbury as the main witch, adorable!

The Love Witch (2016): Elaine wants nothing more that find a man who love her. Unfortunately, everyone of her lovers dies. Is Elaine a killer? Did they kill themselves? Is a consequence of the use of magic in the matters of the heart? Watch it to find out.

"I married a Witch" (1942) : Jennifer and her father Daniel comes backs as spirits many centuries after their deaths. Determined to have their revenge, the two finds Wallace Wooley, descendant of the man who denounce them, and Jennifer decide to make him fall in love with the help of a love potion, but it's Jennifer who drink it! Can true love be stronger than witchcraft?

"Bell, Book and Candle" (1958): the witch Gillian Holroyd, on Christmas Eve, met her new neighbor Shep Henderson. After meeting Shep's fiancée, her college enemy Merle, Gillian put a love spell on the man, with the help of her aunt Queenie and her brother Nicky. But can a love born from magic have a future?

"The girl on the broomstick" (1972): a Czechoslovak movie about the young witch Saxana, who escaped from her school to the human world for 44 hours. There she befriend the teenager Honza, but even three delinquents. And a simple spell will costs her many troubles.

"The witches of Eastwick" (1987): three friends, Alexandra, Jane and Sukie, use their unknows powers to summon their "ideal men". One by one, they falls for the new man in town, the mysterious Daryl, who is also...the Devil!

[moonypadluv]

Pure Blood Wizard Families:

- Orion and Walburga were second cousins

- Victoire Weasley and Teddy Lupin were fourth cousins

- Corvus Lestrange and Eglantine Lestrange were cousins

- Clarisse Tremblay and a different Corvus Lestrange we’re cousins

- Various members of the house of Gaunt married their cousins

Everyone else:

so… what you saying is that they’re from Alabama?

[nanshe-of-nina]

Kushiel’s Legacy GIF sets || Favrielle nó Eglantine

“Comtesse,” Favrielle nó Eglantine greeted me briefly, sizing me up in one wry glance. “You realize you've chosen the worst possible time to request my services? I have two dozen adepts clamoring for masque attire, and this is scant notice.” Taken aback, I blinked. She was no older than I; younger, perhaps, by a year or two. Wide grey eyes and a mop of red-gold curls, a charming sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose-there is a limit, within the canons, of the number allowable for beauty. Favrielle's met it. What did not was the scar that marred her upper lip, twisting it slightly. She saw me take notice. “Shall we get it out of the way? I am flawed goods, Comtesse,” she said in a voice laden with irony. “Unfit for patrons, with a marque to meet nonetheless. This compels me to take commissions, when my Dowayne allows it. And inconvenient as it is, I cannot bypass this opportunity. Shall we do business?” “How did it happen?” Favrielle sighed. “I slipped in the bath,” she recited tonelessly, “and split my lip.” Glancing at a note, she raised her eyebrows. “The Palace masque, yes? Is that what you want?”

[damienthepious]

Can you reccomend your fave smutty rad bouquet fics? Either your own or other peoples. Looking for new reading material.

OKAY forgive me please for taking literally weeks to actually get to this. the entirety of my March was spent slowly and then very quickly moving to a new house, and it has been CHAOS over here.

MORE IMPORTANTLY! Happy Lizard Kissin' Tuesday, let me recommend some SMUT.

(tho honestly you'd do just as well checking my bookmarks on ao3 because... for some bizarre reason the smutty stuff is the ONLY thing i ever think to bookmark? I don't get it.)

HERE we go. These aren't really in an order but i'm starting with my three all-time faves and then moving to some sturdy solid mainstays:

Sir Arum and the Green Knight [ao3] (27k words) - I mean it's a green knight au AND a monster-human swap au AND it's full of fucking feelings and ALSO it's joyously smutty and ALSO- look!!! i keep this fic open in a tab on my phone at all times. I truly love the way this one is written. it was the first fic i EVER bookmarked. i would call it plot with porn rather than the alternative but the sexy chapter is VERY sexy.

Here's Eglantine, Here's Ivy [ao3] (5k) - PWP Of All Time for me. ALL TIME. Pure and beautiful kink, Arum playing dom and slowly and perfectly ruining his humans with magic vines. i am ruined also by this fic. good lord.

The Honey of Our Lit Up Veins [ao3] (5k) - also magic sex vines! don't perceive my vibes from this. I love Damien in this one honestly, he's so very sweet and his inner emotional path throughout the fic is so deeply enjoyable and relatable.

.💖.

A Shift in Leverage [ao3] (9k) - Rilla in armor. Rilla in armor getting fucked by an extremely enthusiastic Arum. Rilla in armor getting to fuck an extremely enthusiastic Arum. It's all incredibly enormously sexy and lovely and warm and i fucking adore it.

in my world (constantly, constantly) [ao3] (6k) - Very soft and sweet and gentle, i love to see damien get taken care of in ALL capacities 🥺🥰

easy like [ao3] (4k) - I associate this one with like... slow lazy summer warmth. honey gold. it's a soft happy place for me. and also it's fucking sexy.

Snapdragon [ao3] (8k) - includes the tag "T4T4L (trans 4 trans 4 lizard)" so like. yesssssss. Rilla breaking the other two is extremely my jam. Hell yeah.

should've worshipped her sooner [ao3] (4.5k) - I mean you start with a hozier inspired title and then the fic is about damien getting pegged, so. All good all around. fucking LOVE it.

selfish prayers [ao3] (4k) - ... another magic tentacle one. there was a THING going on for a while, it's honestly not my fault. This one is shockingly funny? Arum in particular is so fucking charming, but it's also VERY sexy.

I smelled no salt, I touched no sand [ao3] (3k) - okay this one is probably the most nonstandard pull on here because it's sir damien/saint damien and maybe that's not what you'd expect but . it's written by the same person who wrote the green knight au and it's honestly VERY compelling! i love it very much ngl.

Also this isn't a fic BUT honorable mention to:

lilf rights! [ao3] (art!) - Genuinely and truly the best and most joyous smutty bouquet art in the world. One of the pieces overtly inspired a chapter of hb3! go. enjoy. ENJOY.

...

and okay sure my own smut is here

[sallow-gaunt]

Angrboða Lestrange (OC)

For anyone curious, Angrboða is my Hogwarts Legacy OC for the purpose of this playthrough!

Etymology: Angrboða is the name of a jötunn in Norse mythology. In Norse legend, she is the mate of Loki and the "mother of monsters"; Fenrir the wolf, the Midgard serpent Jörmungandr, and the ruler of the dead Hel. The Old Norse name Angrboða has been translated as 'the one who brings grief', 'she-who-offers-sorrow', or 'harm-bidder'. The first element is related to the English word "anger", but means "sorrow" or "regret" in Old Norse. The second element "boða" is cognate with the English word bode as in "this does not bode well". Angrboða is also the name of one of Saturn's moons.

Nicknames: Bodhi, Boda

Birthdate: 13th January 1875

Blood-Status: Pure-Blood

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Biography

Angrboða was born in 1875 to the wealthy Lestrange family, an ancient and wealthy pure-blood family that originated in France but has branches in Great Britain. Her parents were Corvus (III) and Eglantine Lestrange, and she had an older brother who was eight years older than her who was named after their father, Corvus (IV).

As a child, Angrboða didn’t seem to show any signs of magical power, much to the disgust of her parents who despised the idea that their daughter was a Squib; the only reason they didn’t rid themselves of her is because of the Lestrange family motto, “Corvus oculum corvi non eruit” - “a crow will not pull out the eye of another crow”, representing how members of the family will not turn their backs on each other. Still, the shame of having what they thought was a Squib for a daughter made them try to hide her away, and many people - including many of their own family - didn’t even know that they had a daughter. As a result, Angrboða was not included on the Lestrange family tree that would later be found by her niece, Corvus’ daughter Leta, at the Cimetière du Père-Lachaise in Paris in 1927.

Growing up, Angrboða tried hard to show her family that she wasn’t useless - that even if she didn’t have magical abilities, she would still worth something to them. It was to no avail, of course; her family despised muggles, muggle-borns and Squibs, and the fact she didn’t appear to have any abilities meant she was completely loathsome to them. Over time, Angrboða developed a love of reading and writing, pastimes that she spent hours doing when locked away in her room or trying to hide from her brother, who quickly developed a penchant for practicing certain spells on her - he never did it in front of their parents, but she knew that they were aware and simply chose to turn a blind eye to it.

Angrboða’s magical abilities only began to show when she was fifteen, and she was both surprised and overjoyed to learn that she was not a Squib after all - she had thought that perhaps her parents might then care for her, that her brother might apologise for bullying and mocking her all those years… but the damage was already done. Of course her parents weren’t going to forbid her from attending Hogwarts, of course she would attend now, but they made it clear that it changed nothing: she would always be a disappointment to them, and nothing she did would ever change that. Still, a small part of her hoped that they might change their minds if she proved herself to them, if she showed them how good a witch she could be.

Other Things

Boggart: Spiders (she's about to have a REALLY bad year)

Wand: Dogwood with Dragon Heartstring, 13 inches and pliant

Favourite Class(es): Care of Magical Creatures, Defence Against the Dark Arts

Least Favourite Class(es): Divination (sorry Professor Onai!), History of Magic (but only because it's delivered in such a dry and dull way - she might like it if it was delivered in a better way)

Favourite Magical Creatures: NIFFLERS. They're little thieves and she adores the absolute fucking shit out of them. She loves all magical creatures except Acromantulas fuck those assholes and if she could, she'd totally try to put a dragon in one of her vivariums.

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This is a sorta master list of my Cats Oc’s so far!!

(this is all set about a year after the current Jellicle ball for age reference)

Adults:

Bellona Jones (Bustopher's sister and mother of the monochrome siblings and Ex Jellicle protector), Merlinite (Bellona's mate and father of the monochrome siblings, a magical cat who joined the junkyard as a favour to old Deuteronomy before having to leave with his wife for safety when she first became expecting)  (both deceased)     

Magnolia and Magdalene (Merlinite’s sisters who both live in the care of some nuns at a convent, both love their nibbling's very much and try to visit the three often after the death of their brother and sister-in-law!) 

Lyre-Bone (Daughter of Griddlebone and Apollo and current open partner/ unofficial mate of Macavity and mother of 2 of his kittens)                                     

Apollo (father of Lyre and used to live in an Opera house) (deceased)

Tililith (friend of Mungojerrie, mother of Macavity’s twins) (deceased)

Mollycoddle (mother of Jennyanydots, Jellylorum, and Griddlebone, was the Jellicle choice the year before Grizabella) (deceased)

Old Jillymonty (Leader of the street cats tribe. She lives in a bookshop and is about the same age as Old Duet, they are also good friends and have knitting dates together every fortnight!!)

Pippa (Jillymonty’s granddaughter and protector of the street cat tribe who has a big ass crush on their tribe’s storyteller)

Knoxly (Storyteller for the Street Cat tribe, hopelessly in love with Pippa but he is too shy to tell her) 

(Old Jilly definitely knows of the two’s affections for one another and finds it quite amusing watching it play out. She can’t wait to bless them as mates when they finally pluck up the courage to admit their feelings!)

Pennyfathing (He is a member of the Hidden Paw and ex-friend of the Jones family) (status unknown)

Kismet (They are a member of the Street Cat tribe as Pippa’s second in command and becomes the mate of Etcetera and parent to their daughter!!)

MACAVITYS KITS:

(I’m not adding Plato Jem or Admetus to this list since they are all cannon cats in at least one Cats stage show but just know they are there!!)

Alibi (daughter of Mac and Lyre and second oldest of Macavity’s kittens! She is a Magical cat with abilities similar to her father and Mistoffelees, her biggest trick is being able to teleport herself and others, however, using her powers comes with her body overheating exponentially (which can be really dangerous) and a chronic feeling of fire and soot in the back of her throat. she manages to keep the side effects of her powers hidden from the tribe (except Electra who finds out on accident) for most of her time there, Sadly she is the first Jellicle choice after Old Deuteronomy) (yes I accidentally wrote her entire life story shut up I love her)

Lucideus (eldest of her and her twin sister and daughter of Mac and Tililith. She is really close with her two younger siblings as well as Hiraeth (who is technically her nephew but they sick with calling themselves best friends lol) Like her Grandmother Grizabella and Tribe idle Bombalurina, Luci strives to be the next glamor cat, and often is found dancing while Hiraeth sings for her!!)

Tilibubble (younger of the twins and also the daughter of Mac and Tililith, she is closest with her fellow youngest siblings, Hiraeth and later on Russet! Tili was born mute, but surprisingly she finds it can be a great help (but also sometimes a big pain) at her job as when she’s old enough she trains under her Uncle Munkustrap and Brother Plato to be a Protector!)

OTHER KITTENS! :

Eglantine (Middle sister of the Somali cat trio that gets lowkey adopted by Tantomile and Rumpleteazer! She is a magical cat who later gets mentored by both the Physic twins, Mistoffelees and Alibi) (She also finds Hiraeth can be a terrible bore but she also can’t help but enjoy his company)  

Hiraeth Jones (Eldest son of Victoria and Plato!! He is fully blind due to an attack from a member of the Hidden Paw a few weeks after his birth. He is the next flirt of the junkyard and a great singer too!) (he may also have a crush on the newest magical cat in town tho)

Atlas Jones (one of Victoria and Platos triplets and probably the most protective of his siblings and cousins (like both plato and vicky in my hcs) he trains under Munk Alonzo and Cass to become a protector he is also aroace!!)

Diotima Jones (also a Platoria triplet!! She comes across very pessimistic and often very blunt (like her favourite uncle Misto) but she is also a hopeless romantic with a very detailed outlook on love! She also adores to dance with her mother and her auntie Jemima!!)

Aristotle Jones (final platoria triplet!! Ari is a mini Bustopher just with his uncle Alonzo patches!! Hes just a big friendly outgoing guy and loves to gossip with Jennyanydots! Like his triplet he also becomes a protector!!)

MollyMay Jones (May is the youngest of Victoria and Platos kittens and she is probably the most curious of the bunch! She is the reincarnation of Platos mother, and when she was born plato was shocked in that realization and it took time to come to terms with it. MollyMay is also the only one of Platos kids to not meet her aunt Alibi)

Azalea (Eglantines sister!! Aza is the oldest and she is also trans! She loves her siblings a lot and is very thankful for the Jellicle's but she also longs for a life on stage, she loves sitting with Jellylorum and learning about Gus (who was the last years Jellicle choice she didn’t get to meet) Later in life she fulfils her dreams and becomes the next theatre cat!)

Russet (Russ is the youngest of his siblings but definitely the most outgoing! Sadly he is the reason they had to leave their human family as he was born with no front legs (arms?) and was rejected by both their parents and their humans. His sisters didn’t want to leave him so they took him and ran away, bumping into Rumpleteazer who then gave them a home with her and her mate!!)

Oopsie Daisy (Daughter of Etcetera and Kismet!! absolute ray of sunshine like her mother, and just as big of a fan girl! The moment she’s able to speak, she had already appointed herself as Hiraeth’s biggest fan!!) (when she’s older she likes to spend her time split between her parent’s tribes!!)

THE SEVEN!!:

These are the seven kittens Tugger talks about in his song about Misto!! They are normally under the care of Pippa but one day they ran off and she came to ask the aid of the mystical Mistoffelees to help her pull them from a magical Top Hat the group had gotten stuck in!!

Dapple doo (oldest and a bit of a ring leader)

Checker, Morrison, and Chip Butty (Chaos Triplets who all admire Tumble Brutus and Pouncival the moment they meet them!!)                                      

Dylula (magical cat in training and has Sass that will leave you crying)              

James (somehow has the best aim for kicking you in the back of the knees)        

And finally Piccadilly! (youngest and has the pickpocketing skills that would leave even Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer impressed!!)

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WOW, this ended up way longer than planned but tbh this is here to help me keep track of all my OCs XD

At least half of these were created to help add more to cannon characters’ backstories, or to help be NPCs for a Cats DnD campaign I dream of running!! There are a couple other OCs i could of added too but i think im going to keep them as a surprise for now!

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Long Ago (and far away) pt. 23

And now for something a little different. I thought we could use a bit of a palate cleanser before we have to deal with more emotions.

Monday evening, Diagon Alley

A shadowed figure darted across cobbled streets, bootheels ringing against the stone. A fine mist curled and wafted about the figure, flaring with cloak and skirt at each sharp turn.

It turned down a dimly lit alley and scurried through the pooling gloom. Finally, it pushed open the door of the Queensmark Teahouse and slipped inside.

"Eggers? Are you done for the night? It's an absolutely foul one." Eglantine Carruthers pushed back the hood of her cloak and removed her gloves.

"Nory? Is it just you, dearest?" Came a voice from the back.

"Just me, darling. I don't think anyone else has even stirred yet." She took off her cloak and laid it in a booth. "It is perishing out there."

"I have tea and a light supper ready. You're always ravenous after the theater." Eglantine Dunwoodie exited the kitchen, but it wasn't an Eglantine any but her friends recognized.

Gone was the soft pompadour and sensible dress of her everyday persona. In their place, she wore her hair in a short, cropped cut and the trousers and waistcoat of a three-piece suit. She wore a soft, collarless shirt under the waistcoat with her sleeves rolled up.

"Oh, Eggsy." Eglantine sighed. "One day…"

"Mother's been such a brick about me not wanting to be married and settle down with giving her grandbabies, after she calmed down at least." Dunwoodie managed a soft smile, though it twisted a bit. "I can't…not yet. She loves the girly things on me so."

"Well, you'll just have to bring home a pretty girl who likes to be fussed over and who wants to have children. Not to mention that you being handsomer than all your brothers would put their noses out of joint." Eglantine waved a hand and spoke airily. "How is that sweet little librarian you’ve been stepping out with, by the by?”

“Eglantine Honoria, what have you done?” That perfectly casual tone immediately raised suspicion in everyone who knew her.

“Nothing at all, darling. Just supporting a venerable institution. She’s ever so helpful. I suppose she can’t help being named Marion.”

“It’s a perfectly lovely name.” Dunwoodie raised an eyebrow.

“Maaaarion…madam libraaaaaarian.” Eglantine sang. “It’s from a non-magical musical, quite popular at the moment though the male lead doesn’t really have the range he ideally needs. Too used to G&S, I suppose.”

“Not everyone has an encyclopedic knowledge of musical theater, dearest.” Dunwoodie smiled.

“Well they should of they’re going to be producing librarians. She really is sweet. She found ever so many books for me and it was happenstance that she helped me at all. I just went to do a bit of research for a book and I didn’t realize she was your librarian until we were halfway through the history section.”

“She isn’t mine, dearest.”

“Not yet she isn’t. And when she is then we’re going to have a party for you.” Eglantine did not mention a certain tea and gossip date set for the next week.

"You just want an excuse to throw a party, you horror." Dunwoodie laughed. "How are you doing, though, without the house elves?"

"Oh, we're doing brilliantly. I felt so guilty that they were with us because Hal's the eldest when his sister has nine children and no help. Well, some help, but not nearly enough, not for nine. Really they were just dying for house elf assistance. Nanny — the head elf — was so very kind and helped us find Nanny Jameson and Nurse. And both of them get on famously with Nanny, so Nanny can pop by whenever she likes and make certain everything is up to her standards. And oh, I've been such a goose, darling. You really wouldn't believe." Eglantine waved her soup spoon as she spoke.

"Eat your soup, Nory, and then tell me. We haven't had a good long talk in so long." Dunwoodie set a soup plate before her. "I want to hear all about your doings."

"Thank you. I really am famished. One eats before the theater, of course, but opening night is such a marathon. And then people want to speak to one after and suddenly it's closing in on so very late and one is just dead." Eglantine stopped speaking long enough to refresh herself. "Now that I'm no longer in danger of just wasting away…oh, I've missed this too. I must make more time for my friends. Hal…you know, he's really such a darling man."

"That's the only reason he gets invited to our dos, you know." Dunwoodie smiled gently. "It's because he makes you wonderfully happy. Putting your mother's nose out of joint may have helped."

"And she can't even complain because his family is so unimpeachably correct." Eglantine giggled, her eyes alight with mirth. "In any case…do you know, we should have a party to celebrate how brave we all are, really. But, me being a goose. Mother—don't make that face darling, you'll be wrinkled up in no time and Mother isn't worth it—got it into my head that I should take more interest in the boys' primary education. That I was somehow a Bad Mother because I was leaving it to the professionals."

"That," Dunwoodie pointed with her toast. "Is precisely what a bad mother would say."

"In any case, Hal was away and I got myself so worked up over it that I tried and tried to take an interest. By the time he got home I was pacing in the foyer, convinced that I was the Worst Mother Ever because I was about to go mad if I had to listen to a child limping through the alphabet one more time. Do you know, he's never laughed at me? Not once? Not even this last time when he dropped his valise in the foyer and found me doing a fine impression of Lady MacB, all wringing hands and agonized eyebrows?"

"Of course he hasn't. He's a good man."

"Between him and Nanny they got me calmed down enough to see sense and it is funny now. The pacing in the foyer part, not Mother. Hal said life would be terribly flat if he came home to a quiet house and no dramatic scenes in the foyer. It really is a lovely place for a good scene." Eglantine smiled down at the table. "He also said that while spending more time with the boys is good, I can't neglect my friends or my work. That having outside interests makes one a better parent."

"Precisely. It isn't as if you shunt them off to Nanny and only see them an hour at teatime or leave all the hard bits to Nanny and Nurse. But you have to be able to work, as well."

"Nanny was very firm that we hired her on because she's a professional and can start the boys on their educational path. And that working parents need help, and also could we please keep my mother out of the nursery? We may have to ban her from the house altogether and won't that be a merry to-do?" Eglantine sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep ranting about Mother."

"She's just so rantable, dearest. One day, when she and your Aunt Eulalia are no longer with us, you're going to write a best-seller about your family."

Eglantine snorted. "Dad would buy innumerable copies and hand them out to everyone. He loves her, but…"

"Yes. But. Now, I asked you to come before everyone else for a reason, and I think we could both use a bit of a palate-cleanser after your mother." Dunwoodie refilled their teacups.

"Oooh, you have the best gossip, darling. You hear simply everything here." Eglantine settled into her chair.

"Guess who was in here Saturday afternoon?" Dunwoodie started.

"Oh, who? Don't make me guess, darling. I've used all my brain and borrowed some from Hal today. I'm working on some very dodgy credit."

"Alright, you goose. It was Professor Snape, and he wasn't alone."

Her tone had Eglantine gasping. "Oh, really?"

"He's bonded. Well, he was, just that morning at Gringotts."

"Ooooooh. Who?"

"The new head of the Slytherin family. He had the signet and the bonding bands. Didn't get his name, though. I expect it'll be in the papers in the next few days."

"No!" Eglantine fairly squeaked in delight. "Oh, this is too utterly wonderful. What was he like?"

"He seemed…normal? Protective. I think he might get called domineering and overbearing with some regularity, to be perfectly honest. Professor Snape was in a right state when they came in, like he was that one Potions lesson. Do you know…sometimes…it was like they were meant to be together, dearest. Like you and Hal. They were just right together. And he has a face like one of those collar advertisements. Handsome as anything, and there I was looking like a hazel angora rabbit."

Eglantine's mouth twitched. "You don't remind one that much of a fluffy bunny in your girly things. And certainly not now, darling."

"I, er, overreacted a titch when they came in." Dunwoodie bit her lip. "Held him at wand point until he showed the bands and his signet."

Eglantine snorted. "Well of course you did. It was Professor Snape. But darling, this is too blessedly funny. It would make a wonderful book. The schoolmaster plucked from his everyday life and hurtled into Society. Mmm…domineering husband…oooh, perfect aristocrat…he doesn't need to be taken to the shops…not with Mrs. Malfoy's influence, but…I wonder if Professor Snape will have a Moment of Triumph?"

"You are not using this in your work." Dunwoodie managed to sound stern for a moment. "And Professor Snape's moment of triumph would be making Dowager Prewett laugh inappropriately at a presentation."

"He would, wouldn't he?" Eglantine had that far away look her friends recognized as 'author at work'.

"He got such a ticking off from her at one of the last presentations because he spent the night trying to make either Professor McGonagall or Mrs. Malfoy lose their composure." Dunwoodie confided, mostly to get Eglantine's brain off the writerly track.

"Someone…well, no, she might actually be more frightening than Professor Snape."

"I was standing by the tea table thinking cook-like thoughts, so they didn't even notice me. She told him that he could stop being a towering brat and that he was going to sit by her until the Malfoys took him home because she couldn't trust him to behave otherwise. To his credit, he really did his best to amuse her after that."

"She called Professor Snape a…no. I won't believe it. She couldn't! She didn't! Not Professor Snape!"

"She did. She is ancient. I suppose we all must seem like children. I rather saw her point, though. We never saw it at school because he'd rather remove his own liver than be a bad influence on us, but I think his natural inclination is to tease a bit, push the boundaries. He's really not that much older than we are. What…seven years? Same as Eccles, really."

"Well, it is pleasant sometimes when your partner takes a firm line on pushing boundaries." Eglantine waggled her eyebrows. "Hal's dreadfully good at firm."

"Eg-lan-tine! What have you been getting up to?" Dunwoodie couldn't help the scandalized question. Usually, she tried to ignore Eglantine's more outrageous moments.

Eglantine just grinned wickedly. "You know, I learned so much about myself on the trip backafter we married. So…educational."

"You really are a horror, you know." Dunwoodie chuckled.

"Yes, I've rather a lot of practice." She snickered. "But…once he'd come back, Professor Snape, that is…he was taken care of?"

"Oh, yes. I think it might be good for him. He needs to be looked after, I think. He's got dreadfully thin."

"Has he? I used to think he toyed with his food more than ate it, you know? Nerves. But with all the layers it's so hard to see. And even I wasn't impertinent enough to ask. He made such a difference for us, though, those last few years. I don't think anyone's ever done the same for him. And…you're certain sure this one is a good one?"

"Yes." Dunwoodie answered firmly. "He reminded me of Hal. And Professor Snape reminded me of you after you'd found Hal. You used to go around, well, cranked right up, and no wonder with your mother. I think Professor Snape is more like you than not, dearest, only he internalizes everything. Funny how we never noticed."

"That would explain why he always knew exactly what I was up to." Eglantine sighed. "Couldn't get anything over on that man. And children are self-centered as gyroscopes, by and large, even mine."

"You still can't get anything past him." Dunwoodie grinned at her. "I asked everyone to come out tonight because I didn't want them surprised, as much as possible. I just wanted a good confab with you, first."

"We're definitely having more parties. I mean it, darling. We don't see near enough of each other. And we are going to make a standing date, whenever is most convenient to you. I won't fall out of touch with all my friends, and especially not you. Eglantines have got to stick together."

"Speaking of sticking, dearest, how's young Teddie?"

"Edwina is…coping. The collective family name took rather a hard knock with Mother's reaction to…well, me taking a powder. And then when I came back married…and started writing plays and things…what a frightful time. Poor girl is finding it a bit hard in Slytherin. Aunt Eulalia siding with mother didn't help. They've both lost their vouchers. Dowager Prewett apparently thought them giving me The Cut was beyond acceptable. Mother's tried to make nice again, though, in her own way. I just feel so for poor Teddie. She doesn't deserve to be a scapegoat."

"I can have a word with my cousins in Ravenclaw. She's a bright girl; they should be able to do something for her. It's certainly been long enough."

"You'd think people would forget, but not Slytherin. Not when it comes to committing Social Crimes. I've been trying to take her about with me as much as possible, since Uncle Wallace put his foot down. He and Dad have been the saving graces, really."

"Well, we'll do what we can. Some of my cousins are friends with some of the current crop of Morningsides. I'll see if they'll have a word. She won't be lonely forever."

"Thank you. If I knew five years ago…"

"We would still have put you on that steamer, dearest, if we had to drug you. You needed to get away. And you met Hal, who really is the nicest man I know."

"He is, isn't he." Eglantine went a bit pink.

"And how are Eurydice and Ecclesiastes?" The glint in her eye had Eglantine sniggering.

"Dicey's just fine. She's at Oxford and she's beating the pants off everyone in terms of scholarship. Poor old Eccles, though, she really can't help it. And we shouldn't call her that, but honestly, if you're going to proselytize…and your own family at that!"

"She sent me a Bible. With all the bits she found important highlighted."

"She didn't! Oh, you know I don't mind anyone being a Christian or anything, plenty of them are the loveliest people, but it seems like she's doing it just to be a trial. She does have to live with Mother, though, which I imagine is a complete misery, and Mother keeps saying how it's so unfortunate Poor Ethel is On The Shelf. What can you expect with a personality like a wet Monday?"

"Is she still, er, doing Good Works for the Unfortunate?" A rather unsteady voice betrayed Dunwoodie.

"I shall never live that down. Mrs. Weasley, thankfully, has a sense of humor. She collared me at the Simcox's tea, you know, and was just so delightful. She completely understood that you can't choose your blood relations. Eccles is moving into absolutely potty territory, I'm afraid. She wanted to wear the most ghastly frock to my parents' anniversary party. This…shapeless sack in the most putrid shade of mauve. It wasn't even nice shapeless, like one of those artistic dresses or the nineteen-twenties. She had a whole speech about modesty and not causing your brothers in Christ to stumble all while staring at my red velvet which was a bit décolleté. But in a tasteful way because it was a formal affair. Dad told her any stumbling wasn't her problem and she was to go change her dress immediately. She still wore something appalling but it wasn't actively embarrassing, at least."

Dunwoodie could barely speak for mirth by the end of it. "I really oughtn't laugh." She gasped.

"Someone should get some enjoyment out of this. Merlin knows Eccles isn't!" And Eglantine dissolved into giggles herself.

"Does she enjoy anything?" Dunwoodie managed after a few moments.

"Honestly, I think she adores her own misery. She's addicted to piousness." Eglantine sighed deeply. "Thank you, darling. You've been an absolute pillar, you know." She managed to pull herself together enough to clasp Dunwoodie's hand. "I think I hear—"

The bell tinkled over the door and Dunwoodie squeezed Eglantine's hand.

"Thank you, dearest. I couldn't ask for a better friend." She spoke quietly before moving to greet the rest of her guests. The 1983 and 1984 seventh year Slytherins (or at least cohorts of each) had rather banded together in the last several years.

"Neither could I." Eglantine said on a sigh and stood to help. Sometimes she really missed those last years at Hogwarts.

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"Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why I asked you to come out on a night I've been assured is perfectly foul." Dunwoodie did such an excellent imitation of Eglantine's italics that everyone snickered.

"It is, and you know it." Eglantine laughed.

"I have news that I'm certain you'll want to hear."

"Doc is joining the landlubbers again?" Maurice called out from where he lounged by the fire.

"Not on your life." Doc laughed at him. "I'll be buried at sea, my good fellow."

"Suhani's back?" Niniane asked hopefully.

"This next summer, I think." Maurice said. "She's nearly done with her course."

"Balls!" Niniane muttered. "Is there going to be another baby, then?"

"In the next twenty-four hours, if all goes well." A tall man answered as he slipped into the shop. "Annabeth is in labor. She was cursing the baby's timing when I left."

"Derry, you left?" Gwendolyn gave him A Look. As she was a librarian, it was an effective Look.

"She told me to go! In any case, Howard is with her and she told me she certainly didn't need an audience. I waited until her healer got there and then she shoved me out." Howard defended himself. "I promised to bring the news back, though."

"Be serious!" Dunwoodie scolded. "Although I'm sure Nory is already planning the welcome baby party. Professor Snape is bonded. He was in here right after. I didn't want anyone to be surprised and, well, we need to come up with a present."

The sensation was magnificent.