#hphm final fantasy au

[ariparri]

Phantom of the Clock Tower

Duncan Ashe was once a beloved official of Spades. Only very few know that he's still around, haunting the very place he was killed in.

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

HPHM Cardverse

Finally, another wip that’s been sitting in my drafts is complete! I wanna finish most of my wips before starting something new and I have about ten or eleven wips all together (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

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[samshogwarts]

HPHM Final Fantasy XIV AU - Prolog

Guys.... I did it. I wrote a fanfiction. And I mean... a real one! My first FanFiction EVER! Some of you may know I am a huge Final Fantasy abd Mmorpg Fan. And of course I play the Final Fantasy mmorpg ad well! So I startet to wrote a AU Story.

The trigger for this idea was @lifeofkaze 😘 sorry dear, it's your fault! Also tag @lunasilvermorny because WATER! WATER!

And so we start with the Prolog. I try to explain in a way a No-Player understand it. But if you have questions, ask please! Also, since this is my first fanfiction Feedback will be important for me! >\\\< So, I hope you guys will have fun!

Limsa Lominsa… the white port city of the seafarers of the continent of Eorzeas. Merchant ships from all over the world meet here to ship their goods, sell them or replenish their stocks. Limsa was once a city full of criminals and pirates and you can still feel that today. The leader of the town of Merlwybs was once a pirate herself and today you can still find pirates on the docks in the lower areas of town. There are even rumors that the villains' guild is supposed to be hiding here in Limsa Lominsa, but so far no one has been able to prove that.

Charlie Weasley arrived in this town 3 years ago. He left his old homeland to become a great adventurer.  He wanted to experience exciting adventures, fight against monsters, find treasure and earn a lot of money. But nothing came of the dream. Charlie ended up as a fisherman for the local fishing guild and now spent his everyday life at the docks of Limsa Lominsa and in the evening the tavern. Charlie didn't hate this life, but he still wanted more. Should fish hooks and fishing nets really be the ultimate goal in his life?  Returning home was not an option for him. Even if nothing really kept Charlie in Limsa, he never had the feeling that he should leave town. But that was also atypical for him, because Charlie actually loves nature. He always wanted to see the 1000 year old dark forest and the capital Gridania… But for that he would have to sail to the mainland and travel through the neighboring country Thalanran.

In Eorzea it was normal to travel with huge crystals called aetherytes. But for this you had to synchronize your own magical essence (aether) with the aetheryte. So you have to have been to the place you want to visit. There were also small city aetherytes that could be used to travel quickly to the other end of the city. This was particularly useful in Limsa, as the large seaside town stretched over several floors. But none of that got Charlie anywhere.

The sun was just beginning to set and it was time for Charlie to call it a day. He stowed his gear in his closet and changed into his normal casual clothes. Charlie was just about to say goodbye to his boss, an enthusiastic Lalafell, when he discovered that two young unknown women had entered the fishing guild.

Both were about the same size, with one of them being a Miqo'te. The Mi'qote had a spiky, dark blonde ponytail. Her cat-like ears and tail were the same shade. Charlie could see a long, thin sword on her hip. It was clearly a katana. The other person was apparently a Highlander like Charlie is. She had blond, curly hair, wore a ponytail, and had emerald green eyes. Charlie could see various firearms and belt pouches on her hip. Clearly - both women were adventurers! Charlie felt a little envy.

It wasn't uncommon for adventurers to occasionally buy fish for their supplies, but the two behaved differently. "You know Orion doesn't eat fish." said the Miqo'te. “I know Lizzie. In addition, we cannot currently store the fish anyway. But if I would rather catch the fish myself anyway. It just tastes better fresh." The Miqo’te named Lizzie continued talking and rolled her eyes: "The last time you fished Samantha, an giant octopus appeared and almost destroyed Night's staff!" The idea of ​​this total escalation made Charlie laugh:" What the hell did you take as bait?" The two women turned to him. They hadn't noticed Charlie before and Charlie felt his ears get hot. He usually did not speak to adventurers, as they often lived in their own world and saw no reason to deal with a simple fisherman. But now these two pretty women looked at him and Charlie didn't know what to say.

The mechanist named Samantha broke the silence and smiled: “A perfectly normal one. I think. Are there any differences? " "However! Depending on where and what you are fishing with, you can catch different fish. But there are too many factors that need to be explained. Maybe I can help you?" Without realizing it, Charlie was back in his element. He has learned a lot about fishing since arriving in Limsa and for some reason he wanted to prove it too. The three of them started talking and Charlie learned that Samantha and Lizzie were still in town with an astrologer named Orion. The three were in transit and wanted to stock up on supplies in Limsa. Charlie helped the two and the two adventurers went their own way. Charlie was a little sad, after all, adventurers had been talking to him for a long time.

After work, Charlie went to the tavern "to the drowned worries" like almost every evening. All sorts of people met there, ate, drank and talked about the day. Charlie liked to listen to people. But today he didn't really enjoy the stories and Charlie quickly decided to leave the tavern. It's strange how fate sometimes plays, because if Charlie hadn't left the tavern earlier than usual that day, the following things would never have happened in his life….

[carewyncromwell]

Yes, yes, Cinderella AU time, just give me a minute to fawn over my masquerade babies. 💕 *happy squeak*

In my HPHM canon, Orion ends up playing for the Montrose Magpies as an adult. Magpies symbolically are the guardians of opposites -- of both good fortune and bad omens, of trickery and joy, of deception and love. And honestly, I’d say this dual symbolism really suits Orion, both in his canon and especially here, where he falls in love while pretending to be someone he’s not! 

Orion’s crown as drawn here is actually a medieval circlet rather than a full crown. There is an explanation for this in the text, but it certainly wasn’t a crown to be found on most royals in the 15th and 16th century. Although there were noblemen who wore open coronets (or decorated gold circlets), as well as noblewomen who wore delicate circlets as hair accessories, actual kings, queens, princes, and princesses would’ve worn much larger, more bejeweled crowns. But as I’m sure any fans of the Chronicles of Narnia or the Lord of the Rings can attest, this more modest style of crown is incredibly popular in fantasy stories, and I honestly think it suits Orion better than anything flashier. 

The decorations at the ball include some references to Italian and French traditions. Murano, or Venetian, glass, first developed at the end of the 13th century, is rather well-known even outside of Italy, but baubles made of it are an Italian Christmas staple. Cypress and fir are also commonly found among Italian holiday decorations, and as mentioned, Florence’s “Christmas Witch” is a reference to the Italian gift giver La Befana. French Christmas trees are often decorated with ribbons, candles, and a star topper, and usually host shoes underneath that can be filled with presents by their gift-giver Pere Noel (or Father Christmas) the way other cultures use stockings. Royaume’s equivalent of Pere Noel is “the Christmas Saint.”

The ball is also, almost to be expected, chockfull of musical references to other Cinderella adaptations. Of note in this section, we have “So This is Love,” from Disney’s animated Cinderella, “The Mummer’s Dance” by Loreena McKennitt (which was featured in the main trailer for the film Ever After), “Ten Minutes Ago” from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, and “Secret Kingdom” from The Slipper and the Rose.

There is also a LOT of symbolism in regards to which animals everyone is dressed as. Here’s a list -- for Skye, rams are associated with determination, action, and initiative; for McNully, octopi represent intelligence, unpredictability, and flexibility; for Andre, black panthers represent magic, courage, and beauty; for the King and Queen of Royaume, tigers represent pride, fierceness, war, courage, and austerity; for KC, owls represent wisdom; for Erika, wolves represent loyalty and protection; for Bill, stags represent maturity and spiritual authority; for both Charlie and Charles Cromwell, dragons can represent evil in some cultures, but also power and hidden knowledge (plus honestly, what else was our dragon boy going to be?!); for Badeea, seals represent the imagination; for Talbott, purple martins represent agility and good fortune (though this was put together because Talbott had to borrow one of Andre’s purple doublets! Resourcefulness!); for both Lucius Malfoy and Iris, peacocks can represent pride, confidence, and beauty; for Jae, foxes represent cleverness; for Diego, swans represent love and grace; for Merula, blackbirds represent death, change, and mystery (also Merula’s name means “blackbird!”); for Tonks, butterflies represent transformation; for Tulip, ladybugs represent good fortune; for Barnaby, bears represent strength and wisdom; and finally for Rakepick, lionesses represent feminine energies and strength (and it’s also her Patronus in-game!). 

Previous part is here -- whole tag is here -- Katriona “KC” Cassiopeia belongs to @kc-needs-coffee -- and I hope you all enjoy! 

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Orion's schedule that day had been incredibly full from the off-set. His actual coronation ceremony -- held at the capitol’s central cathedral and witnessed by nearly all of the lords and ladies of court -- and driving through the loud, chaotic celebration in the streets in the open-topped royal carriage, greeting his subjects on his way back to the palace, took up the entire morning and most of the afternoon. He would’ve liked to have had some time to himself afterward, just to find his center of balance again, but he then had to immediately set about getting ready for the masquerade ball. The ball celebrating his new status as King...

Orion closed his eyes and tried to recall the peace he felt, sitting by the fireplace at the Burrow and listening to Carewyn’s voice. 

Would she be there? Had his invitation encouraged her to come? He knew that Lord Cromwell would not approve of her coming, but even so, he couldn’t help but hope. He’d missed her so much, this last week -- missed talking to her, longed to go riding with her, or stargazing, or dancing. Even if she were just physically there with him, as he stepped out into that ballroom to face the King and Queen of Royaume...Orion couldn’t help but think like he’d feel three times braver, just looking into her eyes again. She was always so fearless...

The costume Orion had chosen for himself was that of a magpie. He was also very, very glad to discard the traditional, formal gold and green velvet coronet he had to wear for his coronation -- it made his aura feel unbelievably suffocated, wearing such a heavy crown. Instead he’d requested a much simpler, understated circlet, one that didn’t take up too much of a presence on his head. Obviously Orion knew he couldn’t discard his crown and its responsibilities altogether, but perhaps if it appeared more modestly, he likewise could make it clear how much he wished to communicate with everyone on the same level, rather than have others look at him from below and avoid his eye.

Once he’d gotten dressed, he headed down to meet up with Skye (decked out in a ram mask) and McNully (wearing an octopus-themed mask himself) and out to the front entrance hall to meet all of the arriving guests. It had been decorated with long boughs of cypress and fir branches (traditional to Florence) and large fir trees decorated with ribbons (traditional for Royaume). Murano glass baubles and golden bells hung from the ceiling, which gleamed in the warm light of a hundred candles.

The next hour or so involved a lot of bowing and polite “hellos” -- Orion kept his hands clasped in front of him nearly all of the time, and although his face was trimmed with a very small, pleasant smile and he truly was glad to see that the majority of the Weasley family, as well as Jae and his band of bandits, had been able to attend, there was one person he yearned to see wearing a mask to the event more than any other...

When the Cromwell clan arrived without Carewyn, Orion told Skye and McNully that he wasn’t worried. After all, Carewyn might still have decided to come against their wishes, at which point she would have to arrive after them, in disguise. Despite saying this, however, he found himself clutching his hands that bit tighter. Not even Jae’s cohort Merula starting to sing with the band in the ballroom was enough to soothe his growing anxiety.

“So this is love...mmm... So this is love... So this is what makes life divine...”

After the ballroom just down the hall was full of people dancing and the guests coming in had slowed down to a trickle, the royal family of Royaume made their grand entrance. Despite his nerves, Orion put on his most self-assured, pleasant expression.

“King Cosimo!” Andre greeted with a broad smile. 

The panther-dressed prince immediately swept forward, both arms extended. Orion mirrored him, allowing Andre to hug him, since he wasn’t entirely sure how best to express the proper form of physical affection in such a situation. 

“Prince Henri.”

Andre gave a strong pat to Orion’s back before pulling away. Orion then looked up at the King and Queen, who were dressed as a Bengal and white tiger, respectively. 

“Your Majesties...thank you for coming,” Orion greeted them with an incline of his head. “Welcome to Florence.”

The King was frowning deeply as he looked around. 

“Indeed -- thank you for your...hospitality, King Cosimo,” he said. His hand ran absently over the gold ceremonial sword at his side. 

The Queen, who looked just as uncomfortable, nonetheless gave a bit of a start, seeing the youngest Cromwell cousin Tristan take off one of his shoes to add it to a pile underneath one of the decorated fir trees. 

“Is that -- is that there for the Christmas Saint?” she said, startled. 

Orion offered his best smile. “Yes. I was fortunate enough to learn about your Saint when I visited Royaume’s Winter Festival earlier this month, so I thought I would host a tree for him here. I hoped that although your Saint doesn’t usually visit us, he might consider making an appearance,” his eyes sparkled with some mischief. 

The Queen, despite her surprise, looked almost charmed. “...I see. How...sweet.”

“It was good of you, to research our traditions,” said Andre. “Wouldn’t you agree, Father?”

“Mm, yes,” granted the King begrudgingly. 

Orion offered his best smile. “There’s also a roast turkey with chestnut filling at the food table inside the ballroom, as well as plenty of champagne...a preference of yours, if I’m not mistaken, your Majesty,” he added in the Queen’s direction. 

“Indeed it is -- I always have it at my own Masques,” said the Queen. She eyed her husband. “Perhaps we should indulge in some, dearest?”

“Very well,” said the King, his eyes still lingering beadily upon Orion. “We shall speak more inside, King Cosimo.”

Orion nodded politely as they left. Andre lingered behind, admiring the decorated fir trees while he waited for his parents to get out of earshot. 

“That went well!” Skye said to Orion rather brightly. 

“The Queen seems to be warming up to you slowly, at least,” McNully said a bit more pensively. “I reckon you’ve got her about 55% convinced now. The King, I’m not so sure...more like 12%...”

“Don’t worry about Father,” said Andre reassuringly as he turned to face the three Florentines properly again. “He’ll come around.”

He beamed as KC and Erika entered the hall, both wearing the costumes Andre had designed for them. Erika wore a gray fur-trimmed gown, a wolf mask, and a silver ceremonial sword on her hip, while KC looked radiant in black-speckled white brocade, a capelet that resembled a pair of white wings, and an owl mask.

Orion and Skye both couldn’t keep the broad grins off their faces seeing McNully flush as red as a tomato, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates upon KC. Florence’s new ambassador cleared his throat loudly. 

“...Good evening, KC,” he greeted her, rolling his chair over. 

“Hello, Murphy,” said KC with a shy smile. 

Erika and Andre couldn’t help but smirk smugly too, seeing how rosy and happy KC’s face looked. McNully reached out a hand to take hers -- once she’d given him her hand, he kissed it politely. 

“May I...escort you inside?” he asked uncomfortably. “I realize I can’t hold your arm properly, since I’ll need to steer my chair, but -- ”

“Yes,” said KC, almost too quickly. Catching herself, she said a bit more levelly, “...I’d like that.”

This made McNully beam as brightly as the candles surrounding them. KC rested a hand on McNully’s arm, and the two headed into the ballroom together.

“They’re so cute, aren’t they?” Andre gushed once they were out of earshot. 

“KC doesn’t need you to play matchmaker, Prince Henri,” said Erika. She adjusted the ceremonial sword at her side. 

“Of course not, they’re more than on their way,” Andre laughed good-naturedly. 

Skye smirked at Orion. “And I thought you gushing over Lady Cromwell was weird...McNully in love is the weirdest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

Orion turned to Andre with a more serious expression. “Yes...Andre, you haven’t seen Carewyn, have you? Did you make her a costume as well, so she could come?”

Andre’s expression lost a lot of its smile. 

“...I did start making a costume, but...I’m afraid Carewyn isn’t coming.”

The words were like a ice-cold hand clutching Orion’s heart. Seeing the faintly wounded look on Orion’s face, Andre quickly tried to reassure him. 

“She’s been locked up at the Cromwell estate ever since we returned from the border, not allowed to leave or even see anyone...so KC thought your ball would be the perfect excuse for Bill, Charlie, Badeea, and Talbott to go get her out. The Cromwells will be here all night -- it’s the best chance we have, to help her get away from them...”

Andre’s dark eyes gained a sadder glint. 

“After hearing how Iris spoke to Carewyn, when she didn’t think I could hear, with how Arsen treated KC, whenever they met...after hearing from Bill and Charlie about how Charles Cromwell refused to let them see her...I just can’t believe it’s right that she stay there, with them.”

Orion closed his eyes, bowing his head.

Andre was right. Carewyn didn’t belong with the Cromwells. Orion had heard plenty about the clan’s cruelty: it was the reason Carewyn had so intrigued him at the start, being so kind and protective of a stranger when being related to a family with such a cruel and selfish reputation. She deserved better than having to indulge their whims -- she deserved better than to bite her tongue and endure living with them...working as a servant, despite being related to one of the wealthiest families in Royaume...treated as inferior by her own family...

“I’m just as much an outsider to my family as she was – as Jacob was! I have no dowry, no money, no status – the only reason I was even at the palace was because Grandfather sent me to work there! I’m a maidservant, a peasant, an orphan…I’m nothing!”

The memory of Carewyn’s words wounded Orion just as much as first hearing them had. 

You’re so much more, Carewyn. You’ve always been more than that. 

Orion’s hands clasped that bit tighter. 

Once you’re free of them...surely you’ll be able to see that. Then...you can finally be happy...

He slowly exhaled through his nose and opened his eyes. 

“...KC, as always, is as wise as a centaur,” he said softly. 

Despite his words and his stoic expression, however, there was a loss of light in his black eyes. When he smiled, it seemed more detached than ever. 

“Merula has chosen a lovely song for dancing,” he noted. “Please, go join the dance...I’ll be along shortly.”

Andre, Erika, and Skye all watched grimly as he turned and headed out toward the open double doors leading to the grand staircase, away from the ethereal folk song echoing out of the ballroom. 

“We've been rambling all the night And some time of this day -- Now returning back again, We bring a garland gay...”

Orion spent the next ten minutes out in the freezing winter air alone, looking out at the blackened sky. He was enough in the shadows that none of the few remaining guests that arrived late spotted him standing off to the side, holding his own hands and meditating silently. He had to show a strong face tonight, for the sake of the people of Florence...for the sake of peace. And yet, as selfish as it was, he was saddened by the thought that he’d lost his best chance to see Carewyn again. 

She will be free of the Cromwells, after tonight, he told himself. That is all that matters.

Still, seeing her again, just for a moment...hearing her voice again, seeing her smile...he knew it would make his heart so much less tense and shaky than it was. 

Sadly one of those people who didn’t see Orion on their way up the grand staircase -- and who Orion likewise didn’t notice -- was just the person he so desperately longed to see. 

In the entrance hall, Carewyn swept through the crowds of people assembled. Quite a few people stopped to greet her and start up a conversation, but she politely declined, unable to focus on anything but finding Orion. Her ethereal appearance and odd behavior, however, caught the attention of a fox-dressed gentleman standing off to the side, who sneaked up behind her, grabbed her arm, and abruptly yanked her around a corner. 

“Hey!”

Carewyn whirled around, ready to smack the man, but he seized her wrist, holding it back easily.

“Mind telling me who you’re looking for, my lady?” he said in an oddly familiar dry voice. 

Carewyn straightened up abruptly, her eyes widening in realization as she took in a pair of thin-lidded eyes under his fur-trimmed orange mask. 

“...Jae?” 

The man’s eyebrows came together tightly over his eyes in confusion. Then his eyes widened too. 

“Lady Cromwell!” 

He released her arm and wrist at once. 

“That’s some illusion you’ve got there!” he said. His eyes moved over her hair and face in amazement. “I didn’t even recognize you!”

“I didn’t know you were coming to the ball!” said Carewyn, delighted despite herself. 

Jae grinned self-effacingly. “King Cosimo’s invitation. The whole band’s here...we wanted to come for the fun of it, mind you, but we also figured we should be here, in case any Royaumanians tried to pull anything -- no offense,” he added quickly with a polite nod. “That’s actually why I grabbed you. You looked taller from farther away, but as I got close enough to maybe look you in the eye, you looked smaller, so I thought there must be some sort of illusion on you. Not something the average person would probably notice, but when you work with a magician like Merula every day, well...”

He shrugged, his lips spreading into a brighter grin. 

“What are you doing all dolled up like that anyhow? I know it’s a masquerade, but you didn’t need to go that hard-core in your disguise.”

Carewyn’s face turned much more serious. “I need to get to Orion...but I can’t let my family know I’m here...”

She explained the situation to Jae. When she was finished, Jae’s face had gone from looking troubled to looking fiercely determined.

“Well, if your grandfather and Lord Malfoy have got it in their heads to hurt the King, then we’ll just have to stop them,” he said firmly. 

“Do you know where Orion is?” asked Carewyn. 

“I saw him head outside a little while ago,” said Jae. “He hasn’t been back through the entrance hall since, so he can’t have entered the ballroom yet. I mean, he’s going to have to, soon -- but it’d be way too roundabout of a route to walk all the way around the palace, just to enter the ballroom from the other side...”

“We can’t let him go into the ballroom at all, Jae,” said Carewyn. “If he does, he’ll be attacked by every single weapon in the room.”

Jae considered this. 

“...All of the terms must be met in order for a spell to work, right?” he said thoughtfully, his hand resting on his chin. 

“That’s what Talbott says,” said Carewyn. “Rakepick mentioned it too.”

Jae nodded. “And the terms are that the spell’s target is Orion. You said Rakepick even said that the magic won’t activate on anyone else...and since she clearly doesn’t like the thought of having a bunch more names etched into her skin...”

His eyes lit up with a thought. 

“...her terms must be literally that! The spell can only hurt Orion! Meaning if someone else would be hurt, when those weapons target Orion, then the weapons wouldn’t attack at all!”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Wait...so...”

“Orion needs bodyguards!” said Jae with a huge grin. “People who can be a human barrier between him and the weapons in the room! And I know just the people for the job.”

He brought a hand up to Carewyn’s shoulder and squeezed it. 

“Don’t worry, Lady Cromwell -- we’ll take care of this. You just keep an eye out for the King until I can get everyone ready.”

Before Carewyn could argue, Jae had already disappeared around the corner and run straight into the ballroom to find his companions. 

Meanwhile, back outside, Orion’s meditation was interrupted by the approach of a tall older gentleman with white-blond hair, dressed in an elegant white ensemble decked with albino peacock feathers.

“Your Majesty -- there you are.”

Orion opened his eyes. 

“You’re needed inside,” Lord Malfoy said with a rather cool smile. “Everyone has arrived...it’s time for the King to lead a dance.”

Orion couldn’t think of anything he’d like to do less in that moment, but he nonetheless nodded politely. 

“Thank you, Lord Malfoy. I’ll be along shortly.”

Malfoy ended up steering Orion inside, much to the young King’s displeasure. The entrance hall had grown more crowded with guests standing by and idly chatting. At one point, Orion felt his shoulder being grabbed and turned around, to be faced with an older woman with a mane of ginger hair dressed as a lioness.

“Oh...begging your pardon, your Majesty,” she said very quickly. “I mistook you for someone else.”

“A natural enough thing,” said Orion with a slightly forced smile, indicating his mask. 

He was actually kind of relieved that she quickly excused herself. He didn’t notice, however, the red magical circle that dissolved away into his back, transferred from the woman’s touch. 

The person who did, however, was a young woman dressed in a robin-themed gown and mask at the far end of the entrance hall -- for she had recognized Patricia Rakepick at once and saw her collide with Orion. 

Carewyn received even more stares from enchanted passerby as she darted across the hall, but she didn’t even see them. All she saw was Lord Malfoy steering Orion toward the open doors of the ballroom. 

Her heart pounding in her chest with terror, Carewyn did the only thing she could think of -- she dashed forward and bumped right into Orion with such force that Orion was shoved away from the doorframe and she was knocked backward right off her feet. 

“Ah!”

Carewyn felt one of her “stained glass” slippers come off as she fell to the floor. She looked up -- Orion had definitely lost his center of balance, but he quickly recovered.

“Are you all right?” he asked. 

The way Orion looked at her was so strange. There was no recognition, no warmth, and yet...he examined her face so carefully. It made Carewyn wonder how she must’ve looked to him, under McGonagall’s illusion. 

“Yes,” said Carewyn. “Yes, I’m all right...”

Lord Malfoy looked offended. “Is that how you address the King of Florence? You should be prostrating yourself, begging forgiveness for your -- ”

“Lord Malfoy, please,” said Orion in a quelling voice. “It was clearly only a mistake.”

He moved to pick up Carewyn’s shoe and hand it to her. 

“Thank you,” said Carewyn.

Orion offered her a hand up, but Carewyn had already slipped her shoe back on and eased herself back up onto her feet. 

“It’s all right, your Grace -- I do not need help,” she said softly, her eyes lingering just to the left of his shoulder rather than on his face. “Please, forgive my clumsiness.”

“It’s more than forgiven,” said the King. “I’m glad to see you’re not injured, Miss...?”

Carewyn’s throat clenched. 

“With...all possible respect...” she said slowly, “...perhaps we shouldn’t share our identities.”

Orion blinked. Lord Malfoy’s nose wrinkled disdainfully.

“Oh?” said Malfoy very icily. 

“Well...it is a masquerade,” said Carewyn. She fought with everything in her to look Orion right in the eye, unblinking. “And although I know your title...that doesn’t necessarily mean I know you, yes? And...well, I’ve heard it said that even what someone is in the current moment is far less important than what they wish they could be.”

Orion’s eyes seemed to deepen like pools, the candlelight rippling over them like pitch black ocean waves. 

“Really...” he murmured. 

He took a step forward, his eyes trailing over her eyes and the corners of her lips with an unreadable, yet intense stare.

“...And...what is it that you wish you could be?”

Carewyn felt like her heart was stuck in her throat. She could feel the emotion bleeding through on her face -- yet she forced herself to keep eye contact with Orion. 

“Free,” she whispered. 

Something seemed to bloom in Orion’s eyes. His face broke into the gentlest, most enamored of smiles.

“...I sincerely hope that wish comes true for you, my lady.”

The familiar title made Carewyn’s heart flutter. Orion extended a hand to her. 

“Please...would you accompany me, as I lead the next dance?”

Carewyn’s blue eyes darted to the ballroom doors and then back up at Orion’s face anxiously. 

“I’m afraid I’m out of practice with court dances, your Grace,” she said. “I would not want to shame you by making a mistake.”

Orion smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I can’t promise that no one will notice any mistakes we might make...but I fortunately do not believe in shame.”

“It would certainly not endear you to the people of Royaume, were you to dance with a clumsy partner, your Grace,” said Carewyn a bit stiffly. 

“Indeed,” said Malfoy, his upper lip curling with disdain. “I’m certain there are a number of more graceful partners inside, your Majesty -- come, let us be off...”

But Orion evaded Malfoy’s attempt to loop an arm around him, even while keeping his eyes locked on Carewyn’s face.

“What court dances do you know, my lady?” he asked.

Carewyn’s eyes once again flickered over to the ballroom. She knew she couldn’t distract Orion for long -- Lord Malfoy was dead-set on getting him inside the ballroom.

“The spell can only hurt Orion,” Jae’s words returned to her. “Meaning if someone else would be hurt, when those weapons target Orion, then the weapons wouldn’t attack at all!”

Jae and the other bandits were set to become bodyguards for Orion...so too could she be. 

“...The La Volta,” Carewyn said at last. 

Orion’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “A rather intimate dance.”

He once again offered his hand to her. “Please...may I?”

Taking a deep breath, Carewyn placed her hand into his and walked beside him. She held his hand as firmly as she could, praying to every entity of fate that Jae’s hypothesis was right. 

As they crossed the threshold of the ballroom, there was a blaring of trumpets announcing the King’s entrance. As soon as Carewyn and Orion entered, Carewyn caught sight of a nobleman dressed as a kingfisher reaching inside his coat -- his eyes were oddly unfocused and red --

Fear flooding her, Carewyn quickly moved closer to Orion, maneuvering herself so that she stood between him and the nobleman in question. In an instant, the red light left his eyes and he shook his head, looking faintly disoriented.

It worked! 

Her heart leapt with relief. As long as she stayed close to Orion, the spell wouldn’t activate! 

It seemed Lord Malfoy knew it too -- his gray eyes bore into her with loathing as he came up on Orion’s other side. 

“I shall go and greet the King and Queen of Royaume, Your Majesty,” he said. “I’m sure they’ll wish to speak with you, once your dance is over...”

“And I shall speak to them,” said Orion coolly, “after I am finished dancing.”

He turned to Carewyn. “Shall we, my lady?”

Carewyn caught sight of several of the bandits dancing across the dance floor, including pink-haired Tonks (currently dressed as a pink and purple butterfly), red-haired Tulip (dressed as a ladybug), muscled Barnaby (dressed as a brown bear), and Jae. Jae shot her a smirk and a nod as he and Tulip passed just behind Orion.

“Yes,” said Carewyn with a nod. 

Orion looked up at dashing, swan-dressed Diego and magenta-eyed, blackbird-dressed Merula standing with the band positioned off to the side. 

“A La Volta, please, my friends.”

Diego grinned and gave the King and his partner a low bow as the band struck up a sweeping melody. 

The La Volta was indeed the most intimate of the court dances. Unlike many of the dances which involved the dancers keeping some distance, the La Volta required its dancers to hold hands the entire time and included several nimble lifts. This proved to be very easy for Orion to do, however -- although Carewyn wasn’t as dainty as some ladies, she was still quite small, and he was surprisingly strong. And combined with how the King looked at his beautiful partner -- a striking woman with brown or black or blond or white or blue or curly or straight or long or short hair and eyes like stars, dressed in a robin-themed dress with sparkling shoes made out of what looked like colored glass -- the dance appeared very romantic, indeed. The song the band had chosen was more than appropriate. 

“I have found her! She’s an angel, With the dust of the stars in her eyes! We are dancing, we are flying And she’s taking me back to the skies! In the arms of my love I’m flying Over mountain and meadow and glen, And I like it so well that for all I can tell I may never come down again! I may never come down to earth again!”

The romance of the dance made it easier for people to ignore how Carewyn conveniently sidestepped and moved in just such a way that she blocked Orion’s chest, every time they were within reach of Erika or any other Royaumanian with a sword or pistol. Even Orion didn’t notice it at first -- it was only as the dance came toward its conclusion and Carewyn’s grip tightened around his hand tensely that he got the feeling that something was wrong. 

“There is quite a menagerie tonight,” he said offhandedly. 

Carewyn looked at him, startled. “Hm? Oh...yes.”

Orion lifted her again, sweeping her back to the ground gracefully as he stared into her eyes. 

“All animals are handsome, in their own way,” he said lowly, “but I confess, I am partial to some more than others. White peacocks, for instance...I’ve never liked them.”

Carewyn swept in front of Orion just in time to prevent a nobleman standing on the sidelines from sticking a knife in his side. Once they’d migrated around the floor enough to be out of his reach, Carewyn let Orion steer her back into place. 

“...I have little experience with white peacocks,” said Carewyn lowly, “but I would say that they’re not very trustworthy creatures.” 

Her gaze flickered over to Malfoy watching them from the sidelines. Orion seemed to have been looking in the same direction. 

“Is that the reason for the tenseness of your shoulders?” said Orion. 

Carewyn once again spun around Orion to try to steer him away from another group of Royaumanians on the sidelines. “Only one of three, your Grace.”

Orion raised his eyebrows. “What other creatures trouble you?”

Carewyn looked up into his eyes very seriously. “Lionesses. They are far more graceful than they sometimes act.”

Orion’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are they?”

“Yes. And black dragons, as well. They are treacherous creatures -- terrible, conniving beasts.”

Orion could see Charles Cromwell glancing over at them from the sidelines also, his almond-shaped blue eyes narrowing behind his black dragon mask. He picked Carewyn up again, but because of his divided focus, he held her back a bit higher than before -- she gave a light hiss of pain, clutching onto him as he quickly lowered her again.

“Are you -- ?”

He made as if to release her, but Carewyn immediately took his hand again and forced him to keep dancing. 

“Yes! Yes, I’m fine,” she said very firmly. “Please -- don’t stop.”

His expression flickering with unease, Orion nonetheless did as she said. His black eyes trailed over her shoulder hesitantly. 

“...Dragons in stories do sometimes hold fair maidens prisoner,” he murmured. 

Carewyn’s lips came together solemnly. “...Yes. But all such maidens are kept locked away with the dragon’s treasure, your Grace. The dragon is far more dangerous to a King than to any maiden.”

“Maidens deserve to be free,” said Orion very softly, “not hoarded away like treasure.”

“Whether she deserves it or not, I think any maiden would value a King’s safety over her own. And so the King must escape any room with that dragon in it -- same as with the white peacock or the lioness.”

Orion considered this. “...All three creatures would likely be predators of some variety for both magpies and robins, I should think...”

He glanced around. He noticed Merula beckon over two freckled, ginger-haired men dressed in as a stag and a red dragon so she could whisper something to them. 

Bill and Charlie Weasley had not arrived with the remainder of their family at the ball...supposedly because they were smuggling Carewyn out of the Cromwell estate...

“Shall we dance one more dance?” he asked. “We may be able to fly to the other side of the dance floor, so you can see more of the room.”

Carewyn nodded. “Yes.”

Purple-martin-masked Talbott and seal-masked Badeea -- newly put in the loop by Jae’s associates -- came out onto the dance floor too to help “shield” Orion as the next song began and the assembled pairs moved in a slower, more romantic waltz. 

Carewyn stayed close to Orion the entire time, her heart swelling to a size she could hardly contain. It didn’t matter how everyone in the room stared, or even how many women in the room like her cousins glared -- all she could do was focus on Orion, both out of a desire to keep him safe and out of pure joy, being able to dance with him again. At the Festival, she’d expressed disbelief that they’d ever dance at a grand ball like this...oh, if she’d only known! If she’d only known how happy she would be, dancing in his arms in front of the whole world...

“If that secret kingdom's ours to share, I could never wish for more, for you'd be there... Just two subjects, you and me, In our private monarchy -- All alone together, We would love forever In our secret kingdom, far away...somewhere...”

By the time the song came to a climatic end and all of the dancers came to a stop to applaud the band, Orion and Carewyn had made it to the far end of the ballroom. When they got there, however, Lucius Malfoy had swept through the crowd to cut them off.”

“Your Majesty!” he called ahead. “The King of Royaume wishes to speak with you...come, let us go...”

He stepped crudely between Carewyn and Orion, trying to break them apart, but Carewyn held on desperately.

“Wait -- no -- ”

As if on cue, Charlie -- carrying a large stein of wassail -- purposefully knocked right into the Florentine Lord, splashing him with the piping hot drink.

“AH!”

Malfoy flinched back in response to the hot liquid that burned his hands and stained his costume.

“Oh no!” said Charlie in feigned concern. “I’m so sorry...here, let me help you with that...”

He shot Carewyn a look as he distracted Malfoy with trying to “mop up” the mess. Carewyn took hold of Orion’s hand and led him away as quickly as she could, toward the hallway, but they were stopped once again when Dahlia, Heather, and Iris stepped in front of them. 

“That was a wonderful dance, your Majesty,” gushed Dahlia. 

“Stunning,” said Heather.

“Won’t you honor us with a dance as well, your Majesty?” said Iris. 

“It’s possible,” Orion said patiently. “The future is not set in stone...however, this moment is not the right one. Please excuse us -- ”

“Oh, please, your Majesty!” Iris said, and she grabbed Orion’s arm a bit too forcefully. “Just one dance -- this next song sounds lovely...”

She flashed a rather sharp, territorial look at Carewyn. 

She hates me even when she doesn’t recognize me, Carewyn thought dully. 

But her cousin pulling Orion back toward the center of the ballroom and back into danger -- no doubt on Charles’s direction -- made Carewyn mad...and perhaps because she knew she was anonymous, thanks to the illusion McGonagall had cast, she didn’t hold back.

“The King said the moment is not the right one,” she said very sharply. “That means ‘no.’”

Iris glared at her fiercely. 

“And who are you, to hog the King all to yourself?” demanded Dahlia. 

“Yeah!” said Heather. “What country are you princess of?”

Carewyn drew herself up to full height, her eyes flaring dangerously. “A country where ‘no’ means ‘no.’ Now release him, or I swear I will make you regret it for the remainder of your days -- ”

"Your Majesty!” Jae cried in an overly cheerful manner as he made his way over to them. “There you are, I was looking all over for you -- ”

He snatched up Iris’s hand and wrenched it off of Orion’s arm with a grip that looked very loose, but ended up making Iris squeak in pain. 

“Master Snape wished to meet you in the exterior hallway,” said Jae without looking at Iris. “Something about the sub-par state of the struffoli...”

Orion smiled. “Thank you, Jae.”

He turned to Carewyn with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Come, my lady.”

With a new spring in his step, he quickly pulled her along after him through the devolving crowd of Jae’s associates, even as Dahlia and Heather tried and failed to pursue them. 

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Undeserving

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Man from Hearts

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

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Summary: Bill receives an offer to work within the museums of Spades as the new archaeologist. Eager for better work opportunities and to explore more of Cinderhaven, Bill takes the offer and travels to the Country of Spades. While there, he meets the King of Spades and his younger sister.

Warnings: Not proofread (I never proofread TwT), slight angst, mentions of death, harassment and public humiliation, Veruca insulting Bill's hairstyle but not in a cruel antagonizing way.

Tag List: @oneirataxia-girl @akikocho @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain

Word Count: 5313

I ended up dragging this on a bit too much… This was originally supposed to come out last month, but I was so busy with everything going on that I couldn’t work on my art or stories. I’m not used to Bill’s or Rakepick's characters quite yet xD I hope you guys enjoy this one though. I eventually got to go into more depth with Rakepick and why she holds a grudge against Coby and Duncan. She’s bitter because the newer officials are all younger (Coby, Duncan, Orion, Penny, etc.) and easily got their positions while she worked her butt off (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Timeline for my AU is also kind of wack. Just know that Coby and Veruca are ten years apart, Bill and Veruca are about two or three years apart making Bill about eight or nine years younger than Coby. In the beginning of this story Coby is 27, Veruca is 17 and Bill is about 19 or 20.

I have also provided a visual reference for Coby, Veruca and Bill for this story! Bill's hair is messed up on purpose.

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Traveling from the Kingdom of Hearts to other regions for work wasn’t always part of Bill’s plan, yet the curator for the museum he worked for informed him of archaeologist positions open within the other regions. Each region’s history was rich and new knowledge for Bill, yet he didn’t wish to travel too far, so the Land of Clubs was quickly taken out of the equation. Hearts are connected to both Diamonds and Spades, so those two were his obvious options. Though the Diamond Empire was much too interested in their luxury, something Bill and his family didn’t really have, they made do with the love and care they had for each other. And that leaves the Country of Spades. Spades’ history with both science fiction and technology is quite huge with material still undiscovered. Bill would have been crazy not to accept the offer, and the travel cost to Spades was covered by the museum.

And so Bill had accepted the position in Spades. On the train, passing through the mountain path connecting Hearts to Spades, Bill sits alone in a booth reading over the papers from Spades’ museums the History Vault, home of the general history of the country, and the Science Fiction Institute, where all creations and inventions of Spades are held. Unlike in Hearts where he only worked in the museum for the kingdom’s artifacts, Bill has access to work in both the Vault and Institute. It seems there will be more for Bill to discover within the country and his nerves are building it up in anticipation.

The train’s air horn blows signaling the passengers on board of their next stop. Bill quickly gathers his things, placing his papers and within his briefcase. Looking out the window, Bill is amazed by the vast difference to the environment of the country. There’s machinery everywhere. Mechanic animals pulling carriages and carts, the machines mostly in the form of a horse or a giant bird. “Was that an ostrich?” Bill muttered as he watched a giant robotic bird pull a carriage along the streets. Smoke pours out from the steam engine’s chimney pipes as the train slows to a stop on the tracks just by the station’s platform. People filed out of the train as soon as the doors opened, some shoving or bumping into others as they made their way through the crowd. Bill steps out onto the platform, ice grey eyes observing the station until he finds the information desk. With his luggage and passport in hand, the young man makes his way towards the receptionist.

“Next in line!” The receptionist calls and the young man steps towards the desk, immediately handing over his passport and credentials. She takes them, reading over them with little enthusiasm. “Hmm, William Weasley. You came from the Kingdom of Hearts and you’re traveling for work?”

“Yes. I’m here for the archaeologist position for the—”

“Oh you’re the new recruit!” The lady cuts off, “Lady Buckthorn-Snyde has already informed us of your arrival.” She immediately stamps Bill’s travel form and passport for approval, before reaching over to the brochure stand and pulling out a couple pamphlets. “She was very adamant that we make sure your access into the country goes smoothly. Normally, this isn’t a long process, but Lady Buckthorn-Snyde can be an intimidating woman to deal with and I don’t want to be the next person to face her wrath.” She hands over the pamphlets leisurely. “So these pamphlets will help you around the place. One is the map, one is for housing and renting, and the last one is a basic guide for tourists and foreigners. Anyways, enjoy your stay or whatever.” She dismisses Bill after handing him his paperwork before signaling to the next person in line.

Dumbstruck by the quick dismissal from the receptionist, Bill faltered as he gathered his things and left the information desk. He looked around for the exit, head darting left and right before spotting the double doors people were flooding through.

Stepping out of the station the astonishment from before had come back as Bill gazed at his surroundings. The skyline is packed with distinct buildings and towers and their history seems to shine more now than ever. Science and development is flourishing in Spades and it has clearly attracted a lot of attention. From the distance he can see a clear view of the palace, including the factories and the sea behind it. Many different inventions have left their mark not just on business, but also upon the city's identity. A zeppelin, a huge air ship he was only able to see from a very far distance in the Kingdom of Hearts, can be seen flying overhead of the buildings. Just like the trains they built for Cinderhaven, branding the country’s symbol and colors, the Country of Spades was truly magnificent.

A loud screech was heard, causing Bill to snap his attention towards the mechanical ostrich pulling a carriage charging right for him. He jumps back before the bird runs into him. “Oh I’m definitely going to enjoy my stay here.” He chuckles, watching the ostrich continue to run down the street before pulling out the pamphlets of the map and housing. Bill reads through the information on the pamphlet, finding two places closest to the museums, Saxons Motel or Magrath Villa, both for good prices in rent. However since Bill will be residing in Spades for the foreseeable future, having a permanent place to stay would fare better for him. So Magrath Villa will be the first place Bill heads to.

At least he hopes he can get there. Hailing for a cab or carriage has been futile as many of the transportation vehicles passing by are already occupied or simply ignored him. With no luck of getting a ride to Magrath Villa, Bill grabs his suitcase and proceeds down the street. The map the receptionist gave him proved to be useless as there were more than the necessary amount of trails to follow. Maybe he’ll be lucky to get directions from people passing by.

However that also proved to be useless as the people actively ignored him and went about their day. Some even outright refused because he was a foreigner. It seems even in Spades, there is some prejudice against outsiders. Still, Bill tried to find someone who was helpful enough to give him directions. He spots some men carrying boxes and instruments into the music shop up ahead. “Excuse me, gentlemen!” Bill rushes up to them, “I'm looking for Magrath Villa. Would you–“ the men completely ignored him, a couple giving him dirty looks as they haul the equipment into the building, leaving Bill alone on the street-- “hmmm, I guess not…”

A sigh escapes Bill as he has no choice but to try and find Magrath on his own. Lost in his own thoughts a young woman with brown wavy hair rushes by, seemingly excited to get to wherever her destination leads her. The girl accidentally bumped into Bill’s side as she passed him, stumbling a bit before catching herself and continuing onward, spewing out a hasty apology. Taking the chance to ask the girl for directions, Bill calls out to her “Oh wait, excuse me, Miss. Can you please help me–” just as Bill held his hand out to tap the girl’s shoulder, a heavy silver handle in the shape of a wolf landed on his shoulder and pulled him back. The sudden force caused him to stumble a bit as he was turned around. The same silver handle lands roughly on his shoulder again, steadying him. And as he regained his composure Bill looked up at the man before him, bewildered ice grey eyes meeting steely eyes hidden behind blue tinted round shades.

Before Bill had a chance to speak, the man shoved the cane handle under his chin, forcing Bill to tilt his head upward. “Now I’m certain you weren’t just trying to make a move on my sister.” The red head was too stunned to speak. Never before had he ever expected to be caught in a situation like this. From the hard expression on his face down to the accessories on his person and the aura he presents, the man before Bill was effortlessly intimidating.

The man was dressed in a form fitting velvet black suit jacket, a velvet black and white waistcoat with a Jacobean pattern to match. The citrine gemstone on the wolf lapel pin, his blue tinted glasses and the accessories on his hat are the only elements that add splashes of colors to his entire suit. Everything about this man screamed upper class, and that’s when Bill noticed the emblem pinned on the belt of his hat. A silver Spade adorned with a crown. The man holding him hostage in the middle of the street was none other than— “The King of Spades—” The red head sputters, trying to regain his composure as the king glares down at him. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my attention— I’m new here—”

“Clearly. No Spades wears this amount of red and bears the Hearts crest.” The king remarks with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. He tilts his shades down, peering his vibrant magenta eyes at the red head. Once again, Bill was silenced by the scrutinizing intensity of the king’s gaze on him. What are the chances that Bill would meet the King of Spades on his first day in the country. And already, he’s gotten himself in trouble with the king. Before Bill could come up with a sentence, a feminine voice was heard from behind. “Coby, leave him alone.”

The young woman from before came into view again, she had a frown on her face as she faced the king. ‘She called him by his first name. Is she allowed to do that?’ Bill thought as he watched the king and the girl go back and forth in their banter. “Vera, he was hitting on you!” The king exclaimed, earning an eye roll from the girl now known as Vera. “He already said he wasn’t. For the love of Avis, not every guy is out to get me!”

“You don’t know that. Men can never be trusted!”

“Yeah? What about Carson? Is my best friend not to be trusted?”

“That’s different. He’s family, of course you’re gonna trust him. I’m just saying, all men are animals. Don’t be getting close to any of them!”

“Oh shut up! You do this all the time. You know some guys are afraid to approach me because you’re the king!”

“As they should be! None of those guys are worthy to be in your presence if I have anything to say about it!”

“Would you stop! Oh my lord, you can be so annoying! Why do you—”

“Um excuse me!” Bill’s voice rang out, effectively putting the argument to a halt. The sibling duo stopped and turned their attention back to Bill, still in Coby’s hold. Bill gave them an awkward smile, “Aha, yeah… I’m sorry for the trouble but can you please let me go?” Coby instantly removes his cane away from Bill, returning to a casual stance leaning a bit of his weight on to the cane. “Right,” he cleared his throat, “Apologies for that. Just looking out for my little sister, didn’t mean to rough you up there.”

After clearing up the misunderstanding, Coby had properly introduced himself and his sister, whose name is actually Veruca. Bill returned the introduction, explaining that he traveled to Spades for work and needed directions to Magrath Villa. To Bill’s surprise, Coby and Veruca offered to show them the place. Ignoring his complaints, the sibling duo proceeded to walk in the direction of the villa, leaving Bill with no choice but to catch up with them. The three engage in small talk, with Veruca asking Bill about Hearts to Coby asking why he specifically chose to work in Spades.

“I see,” Coby noted, “So the luxuries of Diamonds would be far too glamorous to what you’re used to. Well if you can get through the day with all the pollution from the factories and engines here, I’d say you’d fit right in with Spades.” He gives Bill a signature charismatic grin earning a small laugh in response from the red head. “Yeah well, Spades’ history is one that intrigues me more than the other regions. Why and how did the people go from actual horses to making machinery of horses?”

“Though, I am surprised to see the king himself walking in the streets without a guard. Don’t you think that’s a little careless? What if you get attacked?” Bill can’t help but wonder how Coby can just roam freely as the king of the region. Not even King Declan left the castle without a courtier following closely behind. It was a big surprise to Bill with how lenient Coby is as a king.

Coby simply hummed, “I could be careless, but I was never really a rule follower. Ironic right, since I’m the king?” He laughed, patting the younger man on the shoulder. “But I don’t like being followed around by a guard every hour of the day. Besides, this one here, hates having our bonding time interrupted.” A grin forms on the king’s face as he taps Veruca’s head with the handle of his cane. He expected Veruca to swat his cane away or hit him back but the younger McQuaid was more focused on their new companion. She had a hard gaze in her eyes as she scrutinized the red head. Bill cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable by the girl’s glare. Coby wasn’t sure what got his little sister bothered, but knowing Veruca, it was either going to be entertaining or insulting.

“I’m sorry” the younger McQuaid halts in her steps, "but who did your hair? It looks absolutely terrible. You really need a new barber." Insulting, Coby confirmed mentally. He wasn’t sure if he should laugh or scold Veruca for her comment. And yet he found entertainment in the situation. A sheepish look was on Bill's face, scratching the back of his head he let out an awkward chuckle, "Aha yeah… my mum tends to chop it off if I let it grow out too much."

An awkward silence followed, Veruca cringing at both her choice of words and Bill’s admittance and Coby shook his head as he sighs. “I’m sorry for my sister’s comment.” Coby spoke up first. “She has the habit of speaking her mind. A good thing so she isn’t pushed around but, in casual conversation she can sound rather insensitive and ignorant.” He ruffles Veruca’s hair earning a shove from her. Fixing her hair up with a roll of her eyes, Veruca turns her attention back to Bill, eyes narrowed in a skeptical gaze. “What, you're not grown enough, so you still let your mother cut your hair?” Her question had earned her a smack to the back of her head by her brother. “You don’t have to answer that.”

It was safe to say, the sibling duo became a central part of Bill’s life in the Country of Spades.

~ One Year Later • Aug. 28th ~

Life in the Country of Spades had gone dim as soon as news of King Coby’s death reached the people’s ears. News stations were competing against each other to make headlines on the cause of the King’s death. Even the people were starting to create their own theories on Coby’s death. Bad gossip and nothing more.

Sitting in the outdoor dining area of the cafe nearby the museums, Bill tossed the newspaper onto the table with a tired sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He had met the King many times and most of them were when he was with Veruca dragging him out of the palace and to places she wanted to go to. From their interactions and seeing how the siblings are, Bill could tell that Coby was a good man. He cared not just for his family but for the people as well. He worked hard with Duncan Ashe, the country’s Chancellor and his best friend, to create Spades’ very own annual event for the people to enjoy and have fun in.

Bill glances over at Veruca sitting across from him. She had been quiet ever since she got to the cafe, staring off into space and in her own world. Bill was worried for her. With her brother gone, and the country making up theories on his death, no one seemed to realize or care how this loss is affecting Coby’s family. Veruca’s parents had already made their statements, choosing to mourn in peace and silence. Veruca on the other hand was sought after by the press every time she left her home. It didn’t help that Coby was assassinated on her birthday five days ago, making Veruca an easy subject for journalists to go after.

Bill pulls out a small rectangular box and slides it over to Veruca on the table top. Veruca seemed to snap out of her daze, curiously gazing at the box before looking up towards Bill. He simply gave her a small smile and nodded his head towards the gift. “A birthday gift.” Veruca’s face scrunched up, “But you already got me a gift, you don’t need to give me another one.” Bill shakes his head, nudging the box closer to her. “I insist. Besides, this one is undoubtedly special to you.”

Veruca was silent again, but seeing how Bill was adamant that she accept the gift, she took the small box in her hands. Just as she removed the top cover of the box, her breath hitched as the contents within was revealed. Inside laid a golden bullet connected to a chain necklace. Veruca instantly recognized the piece of jewelry. Picking up the bullet, she turned it over to see her brother’s name engraved into the pendant. Her green eyes glossed over as she ran her finger over the carved letters. “Where… where did you get this?”

“Lady Buckthorn-Snyde wanted to put it up on display in the Vault alongside the former monarchs’ belongings as another artifact, but it didn’t sit right with me.”

“Wow… of course she would do that.” Veruca laughed bitterly. “I’m surprised you got permission to take it though. I hear that woman is very tough to persuade.” RBill shrugged with a teasing grin, “Well, I never said I got permission.”

“You just took it?” Veruca had an incredulous look upon her face, a lighthearted huff escaping her lips. “Now if only they can find Coby’s cane. That one was actually a family heirloom, it belonged to my great grandfather.” Bill hummed, holding his chin in thought, “I haven’t seen his cane within the Kings’ Artifacts exhibit, but I’ll be sure to keep a look out for it.” Veruca responds with an appreciative smile.

“Well if it isn’t the King’s younger sister, Veruca McQuaid.” A voice calls out, causing the two to look over to see Patricia Rakepick approach their table. At the Ace’s presence, Veruca went quiet again. “Miss Veruca I haven’t seen you since the incident. I am not surprised though, after what happened I expected you would hide away for a while.” The Ace spoke aimlessly with a wave of her hand. The tone of her voice was empathetic, but there was an eerie chill, almost taunting, that followed. “Madame Ace, what a surprise to see you here.” Veruca quietly spoke, barely keeping the older woman’s gaze. Bill noticed Veruca’s reaction, leaving him confused to see her act so small in the Ace’s presence.

“I am merely taking a stroll, then I saw you and I must simply come by to say hello.” Rakepick’s cool demeanor was anything but comforting. Veruca felt as if the air around her was starting to suffocate her. Before Bill could greet the Ace himself, Rakepick’s cold gaze turned in his direction. Upon looking into her eyes, Bill froze, feeling a hitch in his breath. Now he knew why Veruca was so hesitant to face the Ace. The way the woman gazed at him was almost akin to a predator spying on its prey, ready to pounce. The world around him was slowly fading to grey as he maintained eye contact with the woman. The last remaining color Bill saw before everything faded in a sea of grey were the piercing cold blue ice peering down at him.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Questions rang through Bill’s head as he was frozen in place. He’s personally never met the Ace, only heard of her reputation being a brutal yet highly respected member of the court. But upon meeting her now, Bill wasn’t too fond of being in her presence. At least now he understood why Veruca felt so uncomfortable with Rakepick around. He snuck a glance over to Veruca to see her sitting tensely, eyes now casted onto the box he had given her.

A wicked smile graced the Ace’s sharp features, “And you must be the archaeologist the Curator spoke of. William Weasley was it? I see you’re well acquainted with Miss Veruca.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bill gave Rakepick a nervous smile, “Hello Madame Ace, that is correct. Veruca is a good friend of mine.” A quiet hum was her response. “I see. Well I do hope that Miss Veruca has been treating you well. She does not seem to realize that her incessant need for company can be seen as distracting and a burden.” Aghast by the accusation, Veruca quickly snapped her head up to Rakepick. “Excuse me?”

Bill shifted in his seat looking just as uncomfortable as Veruca, “I’m not sure what you mean by that. Veruca has been nothing but pleasant since I first came to Spades.”

“I am sure she has. Be careful around her though, Miss Veruca can be very demanding when she wants someone’s attention. Just take the late king for example. Tried to do his job as the country’s king, but his own sister kept getting in the way. Distracting him until, well, it’s all in the news. Everyone knows about it.”

“Madame Ace, that was uncalled for! Coby’s death was not my fault!”

“Was it really? Was it really not your fault that your brother is dead?” Rakepick turns her head back to the brunette, the gaze in her eyes scrutinizing and accusing, “Your brother had a role to play as the king of this country. Yet you constantly interrupt him of his duties, dragging him out of the palace to entertain your silly little ideas.” Veruca shakes her head, looking up at the older woman with a scowl, “That’s not true! I never distracted him, Coby—”

“Are you insinuating your brother was a slacker? That he cared less about his role as King and spoiled you because you are family?”

“N—no! I would never— I never said he—”

“King Coby was perceptive and sharp despite his laidback attitude.” Rakepick silenced her, “If you weren’t at the palace at the time of the assassination, his majesty would have easily detected the assassin. But he was too preoccupied with your presence.” Her eyes narrowed, glaring down at Veruca. “And his majesty couldn’t properly fight off his assailant as he was too focused on making sure you weren’t in the way.” The tension around them was getting heavy, Veruca couldn’t defend herself with Rakepick cutting her off at every chance. The people around them were quietly whispering amongst each other and sneaking glances their way. “But you got in the way, anyways. And now your brother is dead, and the country has no king.”

“That’s enough!” Bill slams his hands against the table, standing up with so much force the chair is knocked back. He steps between the two, shielding Veruca from any more of Rakepick’s torment. A deep frown crosses his features as he holds a stern glare towards the older woman. “Have you no damn shame! Veruca just lost her brother, and on her birthday no less! She doesn’t need you accusing her of something out of her control, have some damn empathy!” At Bill’s outburst, a guard stalks through the crowd ready to dispel the commotion.

“How unbefitting of you, Madam Ace, to be causing a scene in public. Most especially against King Coby’s sister.” An authoritative voice broke through the crowd, silencing everyone around as their eyes turned in the guard’s direction. Erika Rath, the Chancellor’s guard, stands before the three. Her arms were folded across her chest, standing tall and confident as she observed the group with a neutral expression. “It would be wise to control yourself, lest you would like the Chancellor to get involved. He’s a very busy man, Madame Ace, and he has no time to be dealing with your nonsense.”

“You have a lot of nerve to be talking down to me, soldier.” Rakepick snapped towards the blonde. “I should have you put through a restriction and a reduction in grade, for talking back to your superior.”

The expression on Erika’s face was intense, she steps closer to Rakepick, fiery gaze in her eyes, “I report directly to the Chancellor, Madame Ace, not you. And on his order, no one is to disturb the late King’s family as they mourn over their loss. You may be the Ace, Madame, but the Chancellor still ranks above you. You do not want to make him even angrier than he already is with you.” Rakepick says nothing, keeping up with the intense stare down with the guard. A few seconds passed before a cold smile reappeared on her face. “Apologies, Rath. It seems I have overstepped many boundaries today.” The Ace turns her attention back to Bill and Veruca, the two feeling a chill run down their spine as if they felt the older woman peer right through their souls. “My condolences Miss McQuaid. I do hope you can let this whole ordeal go. With the king gone, so many things are going on and everyone is clearly out of sorts.” She spoke with a hand over her heart as a sign of sincerity but there was none in her words. “I’m sure you can understand the stress we are all in.”

Her tone was sickenly sweet, it made Veruca feel sick. She struggled maintaining eye contact with the older woman, only managing a weak nod in response. Rakepick gave them one last icy smile before she left the cafe not even sparing a glance or a word to Erika. As soon as Rakepick was no longer in sight, the heavy tension went away and Bill let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Everyone was urged to continue on with what they were doing by Erika. Though there was an obvious awkwardness in the air. Who can just go back to sipping their tea and eating cakes after witnessing all of that? Erika turns to Bill and Veruca, simply giving them a nod and that she would inform the Chancellor of what had transpired. Bill thanks her and watches Erika leave to continue her patrol.

Once she was further away from them, Bill turned around to face Veruca. She had been quiet the entire time since he stepped in to confront Rakepick. She had a downcast look, and Bill noticed that her eyes were glossy. Her jaw was tightly clenched and he realized that she was trying to hold herself back from crying. Veruca flinches when a hand rests upon her shoulder, she looks up to see Bill giving her a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t think she’ll be bothering you anymore, today.” Veruca returns the gesture with a strained smile. “Thanks… you didn’t have to do that, though.” Bill simply waves her off with a shake of his head, “Oh come on, I couldn’t just stand by and let her harass you like that.”

He pulls out his handkerchief and hands it over to her. “Still hard to believe that woman is the Ace of the country.” Veruca hums in acknowledgement, taking the cloth and wiping her tears away, “A foul one, isn’t she? Never really liked her. At least you know the reason why. She has this arrogant aura around her due to her title, and it’s gotten worse since…,” she trails off, eyes glancing around before turning her gaze back to her companion, “well, you know… She started taking the mantle way too seriously, creating more strict policies on everything. Duncan isn’t too happy about her overstepping his authority.”

“I can imagine.” Bill huffs, returning to his seat, “She’s a hard woman to deal with, I give my praise to the Chancellor for lasting this long with her.” Veruca lets out a small laugh before going quiet again, the gloomy expression returning to her face. “Do you think it was really my fault?” Bill looks at her with a reassuring yet sad smile, “No, not at all. It’s an older sibling's nature to protect their younger sibling.” He gently pats her shoulder. “Don’t believe a thing Rakepick says. Coby obviously loved you and was happy to follow you wherever you wanted to go or let you into the palace. And don’t forget, he was willing to chase away anybody who tried to take advantage of you. Even if they were merely asking for directions.” Bringing up their first meeting, hoping it would at least brighten up Veruca’s mood a bit.

Veruca chuckles at that, remembering the encounter. “Yeah, he does have an aggressive way in dealing with creeps.” A surprised gasp comes from Bill, “I’m a creep? Now that’s just hurtful, Veruca.” He frowns, feigning offense and holding a hand to his chest. “And here I thought we were friends.” Veruca rolls her eyes at his comment, “With the shoddy haircut you had at the time, you were definitely a creep.”

“Hey, I told you already my mother was the one that cut it! That wasn’t my fault.”

“No offense to your mother, but you seriously need to get someone else to cut it.”

“Who says I plan to cut it? I’m growing it out. It looks better this way, don’t you think?”

“Well it certainly is an upgrade to your old look. Being an archaeologist pays nicely, huh? Don’t have to worry about your precious hand-me-downs being ruined.” Veruca jests. The two often poked fun at each other’s appearance in a light hearted manner.

A smile breaks out on Bill’s face seeing Veruca brighten up again. Fear, pain and sadness were not emotions Bill had ever associated with Veruca. However after today’s events, he was more open to realizing how much Veruca keeps so much to herself. Veruca hardly had much reason to express any negative emotions, and if she did she kept it hidden, bottling it up so no one ever knew she was upset. ‘The pressure of being the king’s little sister must have gotten to her.’ Bill solemnly thinks, watching Veruca finish up the last of her tarts. With Coby gone, Veruca is much more vulnerable to people with bad intentions. It was obvious with the journalists and then today with Rakepick. Duncan, Wilhelmina and Elroy can only do so much, but they know they can’t watch over Veruca all the time.

“You alright there, Bill?” He must have had a weird look on his face judging by the way Veruca was staring at him. He simply smiled, shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” It was then that Bill made a promise not just to himself, but to Coby as well, that he would stand by Veruca and watch after her. After all, it is in the older sibling’s nature to protect their younger sibling.

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Flowers For Your Garden

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

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Warnings: Diego trying to impress Veruca

MCs Mentioned: Carewyn © @carewyncromwell , Sarahi © @dat-silvers-girl

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I had this in the drafts for a while! Wanted to get this done last month, but so many things were going on. Still currently dealing with the aftermath of Typhoon Mawar TmT Also, sorry if I portrayed the MCs poorly I tried qwq I kind of gave up in the end, and didn't bother proofreading =w=

Weeks after the civil war, the Country of Spades has continued the process of restoring its home to its former glory. Machinery that were used during the war have been refined back to their original intended uses, building and mining. The streets were easily cleared of debris and destroyed buildings were quick to have the wreckage removed.

Along with the people, Clubs have provided medical aide and man power to help remove debris and rebuild some infrastructures. Diamonds has offered funding for businesses and people who need help with damage repairs. What surprised the people of Spades the most was the Jokers offering to host the children and the elderly while Spades continued the restoration. They have even offered to hold Rakepick’s devoted followers as prisoners, or more so to have them forced to take part in a comedic act where they are the targets of humiliation.

With Hearts’ contribution, they have helped with clearing the railroad tracks between the mountain path connecting Spades to Hearts so the train can operate again. Upon the last meeting between both the officials, Spades' Ace, Bill Weasley, had mentioned that Queen Veruca was upset after seeing the damage done to the garden she frequented. Wanting to make up for his horrible first meeting with Veruca, King Diego had taken it upon himself and prepared a new shipment for the country after the tracks were cleared.

The royal gardener, Sarahi Silvers, was tasked with gathering bundles of flowers, seedlings, sprouts and potted trees for Spades' restoration. King Diego had hand picked the types of flowers to be planted in Spades' parks. With all the florals in the kingdom, he wanted the perfect ones to be sent to Spades. Sarahi went through each of the plants, making sure everything was accounted for on the list as they were placed on the carts. Seeing that everything was there, Sarahi gave the guards a thumbs up for them to finish loading up the carts.

Standing by the gates, she waves them off as they head to the stations with the shipment. If the stations aren't crowded, the shipment should be able to reach Spades within a day.

~ Next Day • Country of Spades ~

Back in the Country of Spades, the newly appointed Jack, Rowan Khanna, rushes through the corridors of the palace, nearly bumping into the staff and workers trying to restore and clean up the damage from the war. The palace was the last thing Veruca wanted repaired as she wanted the resources to be used more for the people.

Hastily passing by people trying not to knock more things over, Rowan makes her way to the main garden of the palace. Excited by the latest supply delivery Rowan hopes the letter will bring some comfort to her friend. Afterall, the Country's acting Queen, Veruca McQuaid, cared more about her home than most people realized.

On the other side of the palace, Veruca stands in the middle of what remains of the main garden. What was once a beautiful place to relax during the day has now been wrecked in the midst of the war. As depressing as the sight before her, a melancholic aura hangs heavy in the remains of the garden. Her priority right now is to make sure homes and businesses were attended to first before public spaces like the parks. 

Though Veruca cannot help the doleful look as she made her way towards the broken down gazebo. This very garden was her favorite place in the palace. When her brother, Coby, was still the King, they would have lunch in the gazebo on days Coby was free. That was quality time for the McQuaid siblings, that he would make sure everything was already prepared and would send away any servant or guard to prevent any interruptions.

Oh how she misses those simple days. Days where she didn't have to worry about getting stopped on the street by guards abusing their authority or constantly looking over her shoulder for someone following her. 

If Veruca closes her eyes, she can remember how lush the plot of grass was, contoured by connected flower bushes and shrubs. The gazebo standing near the back of the garden, surrounded by a plethora of more exotic species. The flower beds were slightly overgrown, but looked otherwise in great shape; they were a unique, miniature world. 

A couple of benches were carefully placed in specific locations of the garden, almost taking people by the hand in order to show them the best sights. Grass and plants had crawl their way over and around the garden, eager to claim all pieces of land.

The gazebo demanded all attention, but in doing so also drew the attention to everything near it. The flower beds often looked fantastic, and the flower bushes and shrubs certainly attracted attention too, but the spotlight was always on the gazebo. 

Veruca hoped to restore the garden to what it once was. But how and where were they even going to start? Some of the flowers were not native to Spades, and the gazebo was designed by an architect from Diamonds. The last thing Veruca wanted to do was ask the regions for more assistance when they have already offered more than enough support for the country. Veruca has already owed enough people a favor for their assistance in the rebellion, she would hate to add more to ongoing list.

The sound of dead grass and twigs being crushed break Veruca out of her train of thoughts. She turns her gaze over towards the entrance of the garden to see Rowan rushing over to her, an envelope in her hand.

"Veruca, there you are! We just got a delivery from Hearts." The Jack holds up the envelope, the Hearts official stamp in clear view. "They sent an entire abundle of floral sprouts and potted trees. King Diego says it should be enough to help restore the plant life here."

Taking the envelope from Rowan, Veruca reads over the letter contained inside of it. "I hope these flowers can help return the Country's true glow with all their beautiful colors." Unexpected, but pleasantly surprised by the gesture, Veruca cannot help but smile. "So the King of Hearts can be genuine."

Rowan nods, "Despite his showmanship, King Diego does show genuine compassion towards others. It was a surprise though when he greeted you with that ridiculous comment."

A tight frown appeared on Veruca's face, "Hm, yes. Bill wasn't joking about Hearts and their obsession with beauty." A tired sigh escapes from her lips, "well come on then, let's go see what they had to offer." She nudges Rowan by the arm before making her way to the entrance. A small laugh was heard as Rowan comes rushing over to her side. "You're going to be impressed by the array of florals Hearts has. I wasn't even aware some of them were native to the Kingdom!"

The two made their way to the palace gates discussing what was next on their line of business. Bill was helping with the construction work while Veruca's family was helping in any way they can to provide for those who lost their homes. Rowan's family was working harder to provide materials and products for the people. Everyone was doing everything they could to rebuild Spades. Even Peregrine Pierce, a Trades Tracker, has even offered products and services from his company. Mister Pierce was a huge help during the rebellion, he was able to provide most of the rebels with equipment and gear without any of Rakepick's soldiers suspecting it.

"Everything seems to be going in order. The roads are being reconstructed, and most of the homes and facilities are in repair." Rowan addresses, flipping through the papers on her clip board. "I say if things continue to go this smoothly, we'll be done with all the repairs in no time!"

Veruca simply nods, "That's good. I want nothing more than for the people to go back to their old lives, before I plan to do anything else."

"I know, the staff here are surprised you haven't started the building plan for the palace's repairs."

"The palace can wait, the people should be able to sleep comfortably first. They're my priority right now."

The two women stepped through the palace doors, walking down the steps leading towards the gates. Three carts fully decked with plants and other gardening supplies, ranging from sprouts and seedlings to potted trees and shrubs. The carts were full with a beautiful array of florals, each one with its own unique set of gorgeous colors. They felt so out of place in the ruined remains of the palace entrance, surrounded by grey from smoke and soot. But still, these plants can help bring back some color in the country and lift people's spirits.

"Wow," amazed by the rainbow assortment, Veruca admires the way they shine under the sunlight. Taking her time to examine each of the greenery the Queen was impressed with Hearts' flora and vegetation. "You weren't kidding Rowan. I don't think I've ever seen some of these plants before."

Rowan lets out a small chuckle, "I knew you'd be impressed. Here take a look at this set right here!" The Jack takes a hold of one of the potted plants, holding it up carefully for Veruca to see. "These are Alstroemerias, also known as lily of the Incas. They come in many different colors. Their outer petals are solid colors while the inner petals are flecked or striped with darker colors. Beautiful aren't they?"

"They indeed are," Leaning closer to the plant, "perhaps we can–" the strong scent of the plant causes Veruca's face scrunches up, "we can– ah– achoo!" The sudden gush of air caused the pollen to spread.

"Bless you!" Rowan chimed, offering her handkerchief to Veruca. "Thank you," Veruca takes the cloth, sniffling a bit before wiping her nose. Her face scrunches up once again as she breathes in the pollen. Sneezing again, Veruca holds the handkerchief to her face.

"Veruca, are you alright?" Rowan puts the lily down quickly coming to Veruca's side. "You're not looking too well."

True to her words, Veruca's face was flushed. Her eyes were red with tears forming on her waterlines, slight swelling was beginning to form. A dull, throbbing pain was pounding against her head. Bringing her hand up to her head, she massages her temple to try and ease the pain.

She takes deep breaths, finding it hard to breathe despite her runny nose and congestion. Her throat and mouth begin to itch, coughing, clearing her throat and running her tongue on the roof of her mouth to try and soothe the itch. Her attempts were futile though as it just made the itch worse.

"I think–" another sneeze cuts Veruca off, "I think I'm allergic to… the pollen…" Rowan lets out a huff, "I'll say! You're definitely having an allergic reaction!" Taking Veruca by the hand, Rowan leads her back towards the palace. As soon as they were inside, the Head Maid, Aishe Durrant, comes rushing towards them.

"Aishe make some herbal tea, and call for a doctor. Her majesty is having an allergic reaction." Aishe nods hastily, running to call a doctor. Rowan helps Veruca to her chambers, guiding her to the bed before heading towards the private bathroom. She searched through the cabinets, sifting through the contents hoping to find something to help alleviate Veruca's condition. Finding a small bottle, Rowan checks the label. Painkillers. While it might not help much with the itchy throat or watery eyes, it could help with the headache.

Taking the bottle, Rowan heads back into the main room to see Aishe placing the tray of tea on the nightstand. Madam Strout, one of Spades' best healers despite being somewhat inattentive and naive, stands beside Aishe as she examines Veruca's condition. "So this is your first time having an allergic reaction?"

"Yes, doctor." The queen confirmed with a curt nod. "I have been around many flowers before, being able to breathe in the pollen until today." She sniffs, before coughing into a tissue.

"Mhmm," Madam Strout quickly wrote down the information on her clipboard, "and it was a lily that had caused your sudden allergic reaction." She stated, "The alstroemerias to be exact."

Veruca could only give a slight nod before another coughing fit starts. She swallows hard, taking deep breaths to try and steady herself. Rowan frowns seeing her friend in this condition, though she cannot do much but stand by as Madam Strout continues her assessment. The doctor nods her head, tapping her pen against the clipboard before turning her gaze towards the queen. "Well your majesty, your allergies are not severe. We are able to provide you medication."

"Oh that's good," Veruca gives her a small, shaky smile, "what are they, and when will I be able to take them?"

"With the alstroemerias being planted here, we can give you allergy shots to help your body build a resistance to the pollen. Yet remember since it will be your first time taking the shot, the medication will take some time for it to take effect." Madam Strout sorts through her medical bag, "I can prepare the medication for later and have it sent once it's complete. For now, you can take these allergy pills to ease the other symptoms."

"Thank you for your help, Madam Strout." Rowan takes the pills from Strout, grateful that Veruca's condition wasn't as bad as she thought, "I was really worried there for a second."

A soft chuckle left Madam Strout's lips, "Of course my dear. Now remember, call me if her majesty's condition gets worse." Madam Strout waves at the two women as she follows Aishe out of the room.

"Well, having an allergic reaction was not how I planned to end the day." Veruca sighs, throwing herself down onto her pillow. Rowan can only hum in agreement, "If I had known you were allergic, I wouldn't have brought the flower so close to you."

"It wasn't your fault, Ro. It's not like I knew I was allergic to those flowers too." Shaking her head, Veruca once again lets out another sigh. Taking one of the pills from the bottle Madam Strout provided for her, Veruca swallows the tablet. "I have never seen those flowers until today!"

Rowan stays silent for a moment, analyzing her friend before a smile takes over her face. "Well, we can place blame on King Diego. After all, he was the one to send it!" Even though she was joking, Rowan is already thinking of what she was going to say to the King of Hearts when she sends them a letter. Seeing the mischievous glint in her friend's eyes, Veruca can't help but laugh. "Oh alright, but go easy on him. It's not like he knew about my allergies as well."

"Of course, of course your majesty!"

~ Kingdom of Hearts ~

Back at the Kingdom of Hearts, the Royal messenger wolf cub awaits the postman outside the castle walls. Taking a short break from the day’s hard work of going around the kingdom delivering letters from the royal court and townsfolk, Borf was resting under the shade provided by the tree near the gate. After all, Borf was a good hardworking boy, and he deserved a little nap.

His ears perked at the sound of an engine running, alerting him of another presence. Instantly awake, Borf gets up from his laying position and stands guard. Facing the entrance, his blue eyes searched for the new presence approaching the castle. Finding that it was just postman's vehicle pulling up to castle gates Borf's tail wags expectantly. The postman steps out of the vehicle, waving towards the excited wolf cub hopping in place before it trots towards the postman.

Letting out a content sound from being petted, Borf sits to enjoy the attention the man is giving him while the postman places the navy blue envelope in his messenger bag. Accepting the treat with a happy bark, Borf waits till the postman leaves the castle grounds before turning around and heading back inside the castle.

A happy bark catches Chiara's attention and she turns to see Borf skipping over to her. "Hey there, Borf." Chiara crouches down to Borf's level, a smile adorning her face, "Did you retrieve the letter from the postman?" Another bark from the cub tells Chiara that he has received it, before turning around to show off his bag. Chiara takes the envelope from Borf and pet him on the head, "Good job, boy." Standing up with the letter in hand, Chiara makes her way to the monarchs sitting under one of the big trees in the garden.

The messenger cub makes his way through the massive corridors or the castle. His grey coat along with his red and gold vest shine under the bright lights as he walks by. Borf has completed one part of his task, retrieve a letter from the postman, and now he has to deliver it to the Jack of Hearts. He makes his way to the private garden the monarchs occupy for their usual tea time. Upon reaching the doorway, Borf wags his tail once his eyes land on his owner, Chiara Lobosca, the Jack of Hearts. Her silver hair is the first thing he notices.

Diego's eyes light up at the news, "Ah, wonderful! I have been expecting their letter." He sets his teacup down and readjusts his position to lean back against his chair. "I wonder if her majesty is quite pleased by the array of florals she has received."

"Your majesties, we have received a letter from Spades." Chiara calls out, catching the King and Queen's attention. The silver, spades shaped wax seal catches their eyes as it shines under the sunlight. "It must be their response about yesterday's shipment."

Carewyn, the dutiful Queen of Hearts, squints her eyes at her fellow monarch as she sets her own cup down. "An array of florals?"

"Nothing but the best!" Nodded Diego, feeling proud of his noble deed. "I had heard from their Ace, Bill Weasley, that her majesty wishes to restore the gardens and parks. So I–"

"Tasked Sarahi to pick out every floral arrangement you had requested and shipped them off to Spades." Carewyn cuts in, waving her hand to signal Chiara to open the letter. "Well, she is better at handling floral than you are."

"Absolutely! She was our best person to handle it. All the assortments were gorgeous," Diego exclaims, happily snacking on the tea cakes. After dusting his hands clean of any crumbs, he clears his throat, "Chiara, what has the Queen of Spades said in her letter? I'm sure she and her people adored our gift."

"Actually, it's from the Jack, Rowan Khanna." Noticing the slight disappointment in the King's eyes, Carewyn raises her brow as Chiara lets out a small chuckle before reading the note.

"Dear King Diego, we appreciate the shipment you have provided and will happily plant every flower and tree around the country. Her Majesty was quite fond of the alstroemerias–"

"Ah I knew the lilies would be perfect for her majesty!" Diego raises his cup, making a small cheer before bringing it close to his lips.

"However," Chiara interjects, cutting Diego's celebration short, "despite her majesty's appreciation for the flowers, they have triggered an allergic reaction and her majesty is now on bed rest until it passes. Her majesty has ordered that the alstroemerias will still be planted, yet it will be on the far east side of the country by the tracks by the mountain path. The next time you send something over, please make sure it will not potentially kill our queen."

As Chiara finished reading the letter a loud thud resonated from the table. Both women looked to see Diego's head faced down on the table, his teacup knocked over on the side. Muttering can be heard, yet he dared not to make any movements. "Uh, Sire…?" Chiara called, Borf walking over to the King before nudging his foot. "Are you okay?"

More mumbling from the King, "That's twice… twice I messed up my impression to her… Stupid Diego, how could you be so stupid?!"

Slightly amused by Diego's moping, yet is in disbelief by his intentions, Carewyn lets out an exasperated sigh. "Diego, you didn't think to ask what flowers Veruca or her council would want for their parks?" A groan was her response followed by a mumbled 'I wanted to surprise her.' Carewyn pinches the bridge of her nose, "Oh you surprised her, alright."

Diego turns his gaze away, looking anywhere but the two women with a pout on his face. "I'm not trying to make a fool out of her."

"It's hard to root for you when you're fumbling terribly over a woman." Carewyn claims, resting her elbows against the table and her chin upon her hands. A sly smile graced her features. "You've never been so shaken up over a woman before. Are you perhaps fond of the Acting Queen of Spades?"

"Right, because the only one who is making a fool out of themself is you, my Lord!" Chiara chimes, earning a soft chuckle from Carewyn and a huff from Diego. "Hey, you're supposed to be on my side here!"

Before Diego can answer, Carewyn raises her hand to silence him. "Veruca is clearly not like the women here in Hearts. They did not lead a rebellion and lost their only brother to a tyrant. Veruca is dealing with more than what we manage. You understand that, right?" She sternly holds his gaze, the seriousness of her words getting to him. "I know you're not trying to hurt her, nor were you intentionally being ingenuine. But do you understand that simply giving Veruca flowers without knowing her wasn't going to turn out in your favor?"

Not being able to turn his gaze away, Diego nodded, "I do… I do, I just–" he lets out a deep breath, "The way she looked at me when we first met… It was almost similar to the glint in your eyes when we met but more… intense. I felt chills throughout my entire body, and I liked it." Chuckling as he recalled their first meeting with the acting queen. "And then I acted on impulse! Said the first thing on my mind, tried to fix it and I blew it!"

The two women laughed thinking back on the memory. Carewyn left Chiara to continue the lecture as she took Veruca around the castle. The silver haired Jack remembers her king pouting as he watched Veruca follow Carewyn. He probably wasn't aware of it at the time, but he was quite smitten by Veruca.

Another sigh is heard, "I was hoping that by giving Spades flowers and trees for their parks, I'd be able to make it up to Veruca for our first meeting. I don't want her to think I see nothing past her beauty."

A moment of silence passes, letting Diego's words sink in before Carewyn hums in acknowledgement, "Remember the music box you gave me for Christmas?" She asks, receiving a nod, "You went out of your way to give me something when I was feeling down." She gave him a pointed look, "You can give thoughtful gifts when you are being genuine and sincere."

Diego remains quiet. Carewyn and Chiara are right, Veruca doesn't need a thousand flowers. And her reaction to their first meeting proved that she was not the type to accept compliments so empty like that. He can remember the look of absolute disgust when he asked what else was there to beauty. And he still remembers the hard hit to the head and the lectures about his poor choice of words. He truly was making a fool out of himself.

Seeing the realization dawn on his face, a knowing smile graces Carewyn's face. "So you now understand, that you have this whole thing backwards." She stands up from her seat, "You're treating her like she's one of your fangirls. We ladies of Spades are more inclined to accept praises when we earn them." Carewyn pats Diego on his shoulder before heading towards the archway entrances, "I can help you, but first," turning around, she gives Diego one last earnest look, "stop trying to mindlessly impress her and get to know the woman. Veruca will be more appreciative of you and your gifts if you are genuine about it." Carewyn then exits the garden, leaving behind Diego and Chiara.

"She's right, Sire." Stated the Jack, breaking Diego out from his thoughts. "And her majesty won't be the only one to help you. There's also me to help," Borf lets out a bark reminding them of his presence, "and also Borf!" The wolf cub barks once again in agreement. "It's honestly getting quite sad to see you try so hard only to fail."

Diego laughs, shaking his head. "Of course. I appreciate the help from all of you." Chiara smiles before handing him the letter. "We aren't the only ones offering our aide, it seems even the Jack of Spades herself is willing to give you some advice."

Taking the letter, Diego reads past the lines. He lets out another small laugh as he reads the words written at the bottom of the paper under where Rowan had signed.

'PS If you really want to impress her majesty, her favorite flowers are carnations.'

[ariparri]

Jokers' Beast Tamer

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

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Warnings: None

Tag List: @catohphm @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain @oneirataxia-girl

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A/N: It's done, Charlie’s drawing is finally done! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) I pushed this one aside for a while because I was too ambitious with it. I saw the dragon after I finished the sketch and realized, “oh crap what have I done to myself” but it turned out okay _(┐「ε:)_

Now that Charlie is done, who do you think I should work on next for the Jokers? I also need to update the character region list.

I wanted to write more but I was struggling to put this down into a good backstory, so I’ll just give you all a shortened version of it here (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Charlie was traveling with Bill looking for jobs. While they were ready to leave Diamonds, Charlie misses his train after watching a couple nifflers run off into the woods with a bunch of shiny objects. Curiosity got to him and he ended up chasing after them. After chasing the nifflers for a while, he stumbles upon the area where all the creatures are held within the Jokers' Domain. He was instantly drawn to the dragons, because of course, it’s Charlie Weasley xD The creatures around him were quite easy to calm down and interact with.

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Charlie Weasley, originally from the Kingdom of Hearts, followed his older brother Bill traveling through the other regions of Cinderhaven for more opportunities. Although he loved his home, there wasn’t really much that had caught Charlie’s interests to work within his region with Hearts’ emphasis on beauty and elegance. In truth Charlie liked the idea of adventure, experiencing new things the other regions can offer.

Charlie has a very strong bond with the animals and creatures, and will even have a friendly wrestling match with the larger creatures. If it was your first time visiting the Jokers, you would think this man to be crazy for taking on a creature much larger than him. But rest assured, Charlie Weasley is more than capable of taming any of the creatures within the Jokers’ petting zoo. He’s also very protective of them and does not take anyone’s teasing and taunts lightly. While he’s both brave and friendly, Charlie can also be slightly clumsy at times. Once as he was feeding the puffskeins, he tripped over a few of them as they scurried around his feet, causing the entire feed to spill all over him.

[ariparri]

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

Warnings: None

Tag List: @catohphm @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain @oneirataxia-girl

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A/N: Ads, ads, ads everywhere! What’s the point of telling Tumblr I’m not interested in them if they’re just gonna show it again after five damn posts?! .°(ಗдಗ。)°. Anyways, here have an ad for HPHM Cardverse. I finally got to draw Veruca in her rebels outfit! I actually like it, and I made use of her post Hogwarts hairstyle when she’s an auror. Also, yes, Gambat is gonna be Veruca's method of attack for her common sprite. Since Gambat actually has a major role during the rebellion by passing letters to and from Orion to keep him updated on Spades' situation.

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As soon as the wolf and raven have fallen, the lioness shall bring forth an age of tyranny. 

Justice demands retribution!

Once steel turns to rust, the young sister of the wolf shall bring the rise of hope. It shall be then, when the air turns white and gray, the young woman shall cause an era of retribution and bring forth the downfall of unjust cruelty and oppression.

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A New Friend

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

Warnings: A sassy bat annoying his owner.

Summary: Veruca meets the farm girl that lives between the borders of Spades and Clubs.

Word Count: 2,784

Tag List: @catohphm @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain @oneirataxia-girl @akikocho

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Here is how our future queen and jack meet for the first time! Their friendship started off with a runaway Gambat just messing with his owner. Their friendship also eventually leads to them meeting the future King of Clubs but that will be for another chapter.

You can also read it on AO3

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The streets of the country were bustling with activity. The shops were busy and the trolleys were packed with people trying to get to their destinations. Townsfolk were happily chatting amongst each other while going about their day.

"Gambat!" A young brunette girl shouts, running through the streets of the town. Overhead, a brown fruit bat flies, chirping as if taunting the young girl to chase after him. "Come back here!" The small bat chirps again, before flying off further down the street. A frustrated groan came from the girl as she picked up her pace, almost bumping into people, shouting apologies as she goes.

"This was supposed to be easy!" She huffed, holding onto the leash as it flailed behind her. "Taking your pet out for a walk shouldn't be this hard!" She huffed, looking up once more to see Gambat flying in the direction of the markets and shops. "Argh– Gambat, come back here!" The girl pushes herself to run faster, hoping to catch up with her pet. A groan left her mouth, she promised her parents that she would be fine.

~ An Hour Ago - McQuaid Estate ~

Elroy and Wilhelmina stood in the foyer of the estate, watching their daughter come down the stairs with a maid following behind her. "Mo stoirín, are you sure you'll be fine on your own?" Elroy, ever the worrywart over his daughter, was proud that she was being more independent. A nudge from his wife was enough to get him to stop. "Veruca will be fine, love. She's a McQuaid, after all. It's other people that you should be worried about." Wilma mutters the last part to herself. A soft chuckle escapes her husband's lips.

It's true that Veruca can be a bit of a troublemaker herself. After all, she took after her father and brother in that regard. But most people can tell that Veruca was more like her mother. Strong willed, passionate, and easily irritable. A few were unfortunate enough to face their wrath after an incident at her old school where Veruca got in trouble for punching a boy. Well the boy had it coming, he was bothering Veruca after being told to stop multiple times. And Wilhelmina had to come in, telling off not only the headmaster and teacher, but also the parents for allowing such behavior to continue.

"Of course, Wilma. After all, our little Vera has the McQuaid fire burning within her. You are old enough to take Gambat out on your own now." Elroy states, feeling proud at their daughter's upbringing. "Though, it would be best to stay out of trouble." He nods his head at Veruca, giving her a knowing look.

Veruca lets out a huff as she rolls her eyes, "Of course dad, I know already. And I'll be fine, I'll just head to the park down the street and come back. No detours." She turns her attention towards the maid, Jolien. In her hands, a bronze cage holding a small flying fox bat. The young girl lets out her furry friend, holding her hand out for him to hang onto. "Hey there, boy. Are you ready to go out today?" Gambat chirps happily, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Wilhelmina steps forward a small smile gracing her features, "Remember little one, put his collar on before you head out. Gambat may listen to your commands, but he still has the tendency to fly off on his own."

Veruca takes the leash and collar from her mother, "I know, mother, I know. I promise there won't be any trouble." She gives both her parents a confident smile. "Besides, it will be simple and easy." Wilhelmina narrows her eyes, but nonetheless nods at her daughter. Elroy on the other hand looks down at his daughter with beaming pride. "Okay, okay. I believe our girl has had enough of our nagging and worrying."

Elroy guides Veruca towards the door, handing her Gambat's collar and leash, "If anything happens, mo stoirín–"

"Nothing is going to happen, dad!" Veruca cuts him off, taking the items from her father in haste. "You've tagged along on my walks with Gambat all the time. I know what I'm doing." She places the collar around Gambat's scruff before attaching the leash. "Right, right. I'm sorry." Elroy holds his hands up in surrender with a grin. "Go on sweetheart, enjoy your walk."

Veruca smiles up at her father, before turning back to her mother, "Well I'm off! I'll be back later." She exits the estate and begins her trek towards the park. Wilhemina and Elroy stand by the entrance watching their daughter. Wilhelmina straightens her posture before heading back inside. "Come along now dear, let Veruca grow some independence. She's not going to be a little girl forever."

A few sniffles are heard from behind her and she glances back to see Elroy still gazing ahead. "No matter how old she gets, little Vera will always be my little girl." Wilhelmina simply watched her husband cry about time moving by too fast. She let out a chuckle before taking her husband by the arm and leading him back inside.

She knew her husband was right though. Time was moving fast. Coby is now attending college, and Veruca is starting to be more independent. But as her husband had said, they will always be their little boy and girl.

"Oh by the way, dear."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Did you get the new leash for Gambat, like I told you?"

"A new leash…? Shoot. Aha, about that…"

"Mm, so you have set my daughter up for failure."

"Now, Wilma! It wasn't my fault, there was a new set of equipment for the Abraxan Derby!"

~ Present Time ~

As Gambat flies through the air, the metal on his collar shines in the sunlight. Attached to the ring of the collar is a metal latch, part of the broken leash still connected to it. 'This is the last time I let dad do my shopping!' A deep frown settled on Veruca's face. She was too focused on Gambat and her thoughts to notice a wagon cart had pulled to a stop just a few shops ahead. Or the girl getting down from it.

Seeing the girl and a man step down from the wagon, Gambat lets out a loud chirp, getting the attention of the girl. Gambat's chirping had snapped Veruca out of her thoughts and she turned her gaze to see the people in front of her. "Wo– woah, look out!" Eyes wide as she tries to slow down, however the momentum was not enough for her to slow down to a complete stop. The other girl looked to see Veruca come stumbling at her. A look of surprise crosses the girl's face, accidentally dropping the small crate she was holding. Veruca crashes into her, the sudden force of the impact knocks both of them on to the ground. The horse lets out a panicked neigh, standing on its hind legs leaning back with head raised. The man was quick to move in and calm the horse before it tried to run away.

They both let out groans as they untangled each other and tried to sit up. "Ow, ow, ow…" The girl gets up, rubbing the sore spot on her head and Veruca did the same with her arm. "Ouch… oh shite, I'm so sorry about that." Veruca quickly collects herself, scrambling to her feet to help the other girl up. "My pet, ah… his leash broke and he started flying off." The girl waves her hand dismissively, adjusting her glasses. "Oh no worries, my animals tend to run off too whenever we leave their gates open."

"Are you girls okay?" After calming the horse down, the man rushes over to them, checking over the girl. "That was quite the stumble. Rowan, are you hurt?"

Rowan simply smiled up at him, "Don't worry Uncle Ollie, I'm fine! Just a little accident." Ollie sighed in relief before letting out a small laugh. "That's good, can't have my little helper get hurt on the job. Though, that's one crate of produce that won't be sold." All three looked down to see the crate destroyed, some of the fruits were smashed from the impact. Veruca looks to the side a little embarrassed, her fingers subconsciously playing with the ribbon on her dress. "I'm terribly sorry about that. If anything, I can pay for the damage."

Ollie laughed and patted her on the head, "No worries, accidents happen. We still have more produce to sell anyway." Realization crosses his features and he turns to the shop, "Speaking of which, I still have work to do." He gets another crate from the wagon, "Rowan why don't you clean up the mess. I'll take care of things with the manager."

"Okay, Uncle Ollie!" Rowan nods, before turning to Veruca. "You can help out too! That way, you can make it up to us." Veruca looked surprised before agreeing with her. "I think that's fair, though I still feel bad you lost out on some money." Rowan shrugged, "Eh, it happens." As they were cleaning, the two continued conversing. Rowan formally introduced herself as part of the Khanna family.

Her home was just on the outskirts of Spades, lying between the borders of the country and Clubs. Her family runs a farm, they provide many materials and produce from wool, to fruits and vegetables, and wood. Today it was her turn to help her uncle by delivering the products.

Veruca also told a bit about her family, and what life was like being born into an aristocracy with lenient parents who don't like following old traditions. She even explained that she was supposed to take her pet bat out for a walk but the leash snapped along the way.

Rowan smiles at Veruca, and the little bat finally comes down to rest upon Veruca's head. He was tired of flying so he decided to lay flat on his tummy. "So this is the one that caused all that trouble, huh." She states with a mischievous smile. "What's his name?"

The corner of Veruca's lips turned up a bit as she reached one hand up to rest upon Gambat. "This little guy is named Gambat. He usually listens, but he does like to fly away whenever he gets the chance." She takes a piece of the damaged fruit and hands it to Gambat. The moment the fruit is within Gambat's sight, he instantly reaches for it. 

"What a fun little fellow!" Rowan exclaims and Gambat chirps happily while munching on the fruit. Both girls laughed at the little bat and continued cleaning while Gambat helped himself with the fruit. Once they were finished, the crate was placed back into the wagon. Some of the fruit were safe from the fall however the ones that were damaged were given to Gambat who was more than happy to eat them.

"Hm, I still feel bad for bumping into you." Veruca began again, pulling out a small wallet from her dress pocket. She takes out a small card with her family's contact information, courtesy of her mother making her take it wherever she goes, as well as a checkbook. She writes the necessary information on the check before handing it along with her contact info to Rowan. The other girl looks on in surprise, examining both the card and check before turning back to Veruca. "You can already write checks? And a contact card? You're just a kid and your parents already trust you with this amount of responsibility?!"

Veruca frowns at that statement, "It's not that… My mother insists on me learning about money and banking." Her hand subconsciously went back to playing with the ribbon on her dress. "And the contact card is for professional reasons. But this was an accident I caused and damaged your products. If anything, my parents can compensate for my actions." Her voice trails off and she stands awkwardly.

Rowan stares at her before a smile breaks out on her face and she begins to laugh. A young girl of nobility with a bat lying on top of her head looking embarrassed and awkward is a funny sight to behold. Veruca stares at her before her lips quiver into a smile of her own and joins in with Rowan's laughter. Their laughter continued and the people passing by couldn't help but give the two odd looks but continued on their paths.

Soon the girls' laughter died down. Rowan wipes a tear from her eye, "You're funny Veruca! Both you and your pet!" She gives Gambat a small pet behind his ear. Veruca's smiles in return, "Thank you, Rowan." Talking can be heard from within the shop, and the girls looked over to see Ollie and the manager still talking over the products. "Oh by the way," Rowan turns back to Veruca, "are you going to be attending the Abraxan Derby next week?"

"Hm? Oh yeah! My dad and I love the event." Veruca's eyes lit up, "I want to play, but my brother says I'm way too short to get on the horse." Rowan laughs at that, "Well to be fair, the abraxans are huge! They still tower over my parents."

"Aha yeah. My dad and I will be going, we usually reserve a stand so we can watch it better." 

"You reserve a stand!? I wish I could get seats like those, so much better than the main floor." Rowan's shoulders slumped down. To be able to sit in a stand and watch the show from the air is always a blessing. Veruca gazed at her before an idea came to mind, "You and your family can sit with us." Rowan instantly turned to her, eyes wide at Veruca's suggestion. "What, are you sure? I don't want to impose."

Veruca shook her head, "I'm sure. Think of it as another way to pay back for what happened today. Besides, it's usually just my dad, brother and I that attend the event. Mom usually stays home."

"Well if you're sure, then alright! My brother and I love the Abraxan Derby! So I know he would be excited to see the game with better seats."

"Then it's settled. I'll let my dad know and we'll send you the passes." Veruca nods with a look of satisfaction. She takes hold of the leash before turning to Gambat. She ties the end of it to the loop of his collar, "We have to head back home, but first we gotta get you a new leash." Gambat chirps, stretching a bit before flapping his wings and flying off of Veruca's head. "Well, we better get going. It was nice meeting you, Rowan."

"It was nice meeting you too, Veruca." An angry chirp is heard from Gambat, causing Rowan to laugh. "And you too as well, Gambat." A happy chirp is her response. "I'll see you guys later! Have a nice walk back home!"

"Bye, come on Gambat." Veruca gives Rowan a little wave before lightly tugging on the leash. "You've caused enough trouble today." Rowan waves goodbye, the sound of the shop bell ringing as the door opens catches her attention. She turns to see her Uncle Ollie exit the store. He looked around to see the mess had been cleaned up. "Where did your new friend go?"

"Oh Veruca had to go home, but Uncle Ollie, she gave us this check to compensate for the mess." Rowan handed him the contact card and check. He examined the items, the moment he read the text his eyes widened. "McQuaid? The girl that bumped into you is a McQuaid?" Rowan nodded cheerfully, thrilled to have made a new friend. "Yep! And guess what. She even offered to have us sit with her family in one of the stands in the Abraxan Derby!"

Ollie looked at his niece as she rambled on about her new friend. He chuckled and ruffled Rowan's hair, "Well I'll be. All of this excitement in one day." He patted her shoulder before getting onto the wagon, grabbing the reins. "Come on now, we still have the rest of these crates to deliver. You can tell your parents all about your new friend when we get home."

Rowan fixes her hair before rushing to get on the wagon. "Right!" Once she is settled in her seat, Ollie flicks the reins and the horse begins to move. "I can't wait to see Veruca again! Oh Uncle, we should invite her over one day!" Ollie laughs as they ride further into the marketplace, but agrees with his niece. "We should. She seems like a nice girl."

[samshogwarts]

To do List - March

I want to be more productiv again. So this time the list is a bit longer.

- HPHL OC Profil Gisela Stockhain

- Finish Chapter 2 of my HPHM Final Fantasy AU

- Finish the Spring Challenge

- Finish the Comic skript

- at least 5 Illustrations

[samshogwarts]

My To Do list for November

- Make sketches for Chapter 2 of the Fan Comics

- 200 Follower Special

- Chapter 1 of HPHM Final Fantasy AU

- Making Profils for the Main Characters

- New Design for pinned Post

- Find a Dragon and pat it.

[samshogwarts]

HPHM Inktober Challenge 2021 Day 25 - Crazy AU

Oooohhh~ who could thought about me doing a HPHM x Final Fantasy AU? That is sooooo random. XD Kupo, I love Final Fantasy! And Moogles Kup.