#ilvermony sorting

[sarcasticsweetlara]

The House of the Warriors.

Wampus are very probably the most accepting of different kind of bodies and are body positive.

Also, let's remember not all wars are physical, many wampus fight mental and emotional wars

Wampus House

Ilvermorny Masterlist

(All photos were found on Pinterest)

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Wampus House:

founded by Webster Boot

Represents the body

Favors Warriors

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How I see Wampus Members:

They apply all their emotions into something physical like a sport

The people whose body reacts before their mind can process

The people who use their bodies to shield others

The people who crave physical affection and validation for their efforts

The people who like things based on the texture or sensory of it

Those who speak with a tone that makes you want to listen

Those who try to lead by example

People are easier defined by their actions than their words

The people who keep going because they don’t know how to stop

[illbegottenfaith]

world-endingly, soul-crushingly awful (a so alright, cool, whatever inspired fic)

theo doesn't realise this is NOT how best friends normally feel (bsf!theo nott x reader)

a/n - I was kind of double-minded about writing them as enemies or best friends but I decided to go for something Ive written less of so :)) this is one of my sillier ideas that I came up with on a whim but idk idk its just cute adjhcfsjdlc

tropes/warnings - bsf!theo, fluff, oblivious theo, someone hit him over the head with a frying pan level of oblivious, crack/comedy fic (very mildly tho)

word count - 2.8k

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“You’re gonna have to send me an owl the second you reach,” Theo said, folding one of your sweaters.

“You act like Ilvermorny is on another planet,” you teased, nudging his shoulder with yours. You tossed the folded sweater onto a pile of other clothes on your trunk. “It’s just America.”

Mattheo, sprawled on your bed, scoffed audibly.

“Just America, she says,” Mattheo muttered to Ivy, who sat cross-legged beside him. “As if that’s not an entire ocean away.”

Ivy, who had been observing Theo with sharp, knowing eyes, only sighed.

“It’s great though, isn't it? That she’s going? I mean, six months is practically nothing.”

Mattheo grunted. “Yeah. Practically nothing.” His tone made it very clear that six months was hardly nothing.

Theo, as usual, didn’t seem to pick up on any of the loaded implications lacing their words. He simply nodded, entirely absorbed in folding a long-sleeved shirt of yours.

“Yeah, it’s great. She’s been wanting this for ages.”

Ivy gave Mattheo a desperate look. He scoffed exasperatedly.

Theo had always been a quiet sort of stubborn - and not just the wilful kind. Oftentimes, he could be so utterly unaware of his own emotions that trying to drag them out would be like trying to wrought blood from a stone. But even this was stretching it.

For as long as you and Theo had been friends, it had been apparent to everyone but the two of you that there was something just a little too intense about the way you gravitated toward each other. Your conversations always held a rhythm no one else could quite fall into, one which had the two of you joined at the hip for years.

Since you were in your fifth year, it had been your dream to attend a six-month student exchange program with Ilvermony. With all the effort you had poured into your application, your acceptance came to the surprise of no one but you. Naturally, your friends were plenty happy for you, but Theo was positively ecstatic. Hardly the excitable type, Mattheo had never seen him smile that wide. Every moment since, he had been swept up in helping you prepare for your visit.

One unfortunate detail was that the exchange program spanned your final semester at Hogwarts. That was, the next time anyone would be seeing you would be at graduation. Your friends had expected him to take the news hard. After all, it wasn't every day that one of your closest friends moved halfway across the world. But he didn't. Theo had been surprisingly calm as he helped you coordinate your preparation efforts with a readiness that was hard to fake.

But that was no matter. With how involved Theo was in helping you plan your visit, the realisation would have to kick in eventually. And when it did, they would be ready to comfort him with open arms.

It was now a week away from your departure. Theo still hadn't shed a tear or said a word about how he really felt about you leaving. Your friends had spent months trying to hint to him to confess his feelings - an impossible task when he didn't seem to even be aware of them.

Mattheo swore he had tried whispering to Theo in his sleep for a couple of nights, trying to lull him with some kind of subliminal messaging, but to no avail. All he got was some bleary-eyed swearing and a pillow to the face. But that was beyond the point: desperate times called for desperate measures, and there was nothing more desperate than an intervention.

Ivy and Mattheo walked into the Slytherin common room, where Theo was flipping through a book. Next to him sat a pile of your woollens that he had been darning over the past couple of days.

Ivy elbowed Mattheo in the ribs. After some not-so-subtle glaring from her, Mattheo grudgingly asked Theo about them. From there, the conversation easily shifted to your upcoming trip. As always, Theo's voice was smooth and pleasant, as if he really couldn't be happier for you.

“Theo,” Ivy began, voice full of forced patience, “isn’t there anything you’d like to say to Y/N before she leaves?”

Theo hesitated.

“… goodbye?”

Mattheo let out a long-suffering groan.

“She’s leaving the country. The goodbye is implicit.”

Theo glanced up from his book, brow furrowed.

“Erm, okay. Have a safe trip, then?”

Ivy exchanged a pointed look with Mattheo.

“No, no. Not exactly something so...generic. Something important. Something meaningful.”

"Oh." Theo looked away from intensely scrutinising Ivy's face, his eyes dropping back to his book. "Yeah. Probably. Maybe."

"Yeah?" Ivy perked up. This had been surprisingly easy. "Like what?"

Theo thought for a moment, then shrugged.

“Dunno. Something like…you’ll be the only ever one none before you ever were. I knew you before I knew the kind of person I wanted to be. And it's a sad thing to see your favourite person leave.”

Silence.

Ivy blinked. Mattheo’s mouth fell open slightly.

“...what the fuck, mate,” Mattheo breathed.

Theo frowned. “What?”

Ivy inhaled deeply.

“Theodore. Do you think that’s a...how shall I put this - a normal thing to say about a friend?”

Theo blinked.

“I mean… yeah?”

Mattheo let out an incredulous laugh. “No. No, it’s not.”

"Let me put it this way," Ivy said. "That's the kind of thing someone might say about a partner."

"She is my partner," Theo agreed. "Partner in crime, if you will. That, and we take Potions together."

"No, as in, like a - like a romantic partner."

Theo looked between the pair, as if he was only just starting to piece together the purpose of their visit. His lips twitched.

“Let me guess. You think I’m in love with her?”

Mattheo and Ivy exchanged glances. He crossed his arms.

“Yeah, actually. We do.”

Theo scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “That’s rich.”

Ivy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Theo - ”

“No, really,” Theo cut in, still visibly amused. “That’s what this is about? You two are acting like I’m about to throw myself off the Astronomy Tower over this trip, because you think I’m in love with her?”

Mattheo narrowed his eyes. “You are upset she’s leaving.”

Theo shrugged. “I mean, sure, I’ll miss her. We'll all miss her. That’s normal.”

“Right,” Ivy said slowly, “because you’re been so normal about this."

"Haven't I?"

"You tell us, Theo. You’ve spent the last week hovering over her like a personal secretary, helping her pack, making sure she’s got every little thing - ”

“That’s called being a good friend!”

Mattheo groaned, visibly resisting the urge to thump the realisation into Theo.

“Okay. How about this - what if she started writing to some bloke at Ilvermorny instead of you?”

Theo raised an eyebrow. “She wouldn't.”

“But if she did?”

"But she wouldn't."

Theo opened his mouth, presumably to go on about what a ridiculous notion it was - then stopped. Paused. As though he was considering it. Ivy, who had been watching him testily, zeroed in on it.

“What?”

He remained silent.

"Answer the question, Nott."

Finally, Theo shook his head.

"Nothing. It'd be weird, that’s all.”

Mattheo and Ivy exchanged a knowing look.

“Right. Weird. Not world-endingly, soul-crushingly awful or anything,” Mattheo said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Theo scoffed. “Oh, come off it. Just because I don’t want to lose my best friend to some random American - ”

“You don’t want to lose her,” Ivy echoed.

Theo frowned. “Obviously not.”

Ivy leaned in slightly, voice gentler now.

“Do you ever think about her with someone else?”

Theo hesitated. His fingers curled against his knee.

Ivy tilted her head. “Do you ever imagine it?”

His mind betrayed him instantly, shaping out a scene that had yet to happen - you, laughing at someone else’s joke, standing too close to someone else, snaking your hand down to someone else's for warmth -

He shut it down. He huffed.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

"Sure, it doesn’t.”

Theo folded his arms.

“Fine. So I...like her. So what? You lot are acting like I’m going to be hopelessly lovesick with her gone.”

"Give it a week."

"Mattheo..."

"What? You know it's true."

Ivy shook her head, watching Theo’s expression closely.

“All we're saying is, you don’t have to say it’s love. But if it was, would it really be that surprising? Would it be the worst thing in the world, being in love with your best friend?”

Theo didn't know what to say. The longer he thought about it, the more horrifyingly obvious it became.

He thought about how his whole day felt off if he didn’t see you. How he understood your expressions like the back of his hand. How he noticed things about you that no one else did, like the way you drummed your fingers when you were thinking, or how you never remembered to bring a jacket, or how you always smelled like the same bloody soap.

And how his stomach twisted when he thought of you with someone that wasn't him.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Now that Theo had come to terms with it - now that he’d processed that yes, fine, maybe he was a little bit in love with you - he had a new problem.

He had no idea how to tell you.

Not for a lack of trying, bless him.

“I need to tell you something,” he said at breakfast one morning, voice entirely too serious for that time of day.

You blinked, mid-bite.

“Alright…?”

Theo inhaled. He could do this. He could so do this. He could totally be normal about this. He could.

“You should bring a raincoat.”

You frowned. “What?”

“For America,” he said quickly. “I read somewhere that Ilvermorny gets a lot of rain.”

You stared at him for a long second.

“You’re being weird.”

Theo sighed. “Forget it.”

He tried again a few days later, in the evening, when you were packing. He hovered awkwardly near your bed as you arranged your folded shirts in your trunk.

“You know,” he said, “there’s something I don’t think I’ve ever properly said to you.”

You grunted, continuing your attempt to compress a stack of shirts into the corner of your trunk. “Go on.”

Theo swallowed. His palms felt unreasonably clammy.

“I - ”

Say it. Just say it.

“I really think you should take that book on magical theory,” he blurted out instead.

Panting, you emerged from your trunk. You squinted up at him.

“Theo. I hate that book.”

“Oh. Right.”

You held out your hand. Like clockwork, Theo obliged, bending until his sticky forehead met the cool back of your hand.

"Warm, but not feverish," you concluded. He straightened. You were looking at him funny, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Is there another reason why you haven't been making much sense these past few days?"

Theo laughed weakly. "Sorry. Don't know what came over me."

You didn't look convinced. “Are you sure you're alright?”

Theo swallowed, a lump in his throat.

“Yeah. Great. Never been better.”

His last attempt came when you were going over your packing list one last time, just a couple of days before your departure.

“You know,” he tried again, as you tapped your quill down the list, “I’ll probably miss you.”

You looked up and gave a brief smile. Theo ached with the misery that he would be losing it soon. “I’ll miss you too.”

Emboldened, he pressed on.

“And I think, uh, you’ve been - you are… different. Special.”

You nodded, like that was a perfectly normal thing to say.

“You too.”

Theo exhaled in relief. Maybe that was enough. Maybe that was -

“That’s what best friends are for, right?”

Theo froze.

A short scuffle sounded at the door. Mattheo, who had been eavesdropping, had hit his head on a particularly low beam.

“Merlin’s fucking beard.”

It was too late.

The platform was filled with a mist of steam and goodbyes. Your farewell party was only a foot away from the train doors. You were standing in front of him, hair littered with some stray confetti from your send-off, seconds away from boarding that train and leaving his life forever. Well, maybe not forever, but too long to ever recover from.

As you pulled him in for a last hug, Theo realised, this was it. This was what years of friendship was boiling down to. Did you even have any lasting impact on his life? Or years from now, would you unwillingly flit across his mind on the darkest, rainiest nights, a shadow of a memory of someone he knew way back when?

He wanted to tell you - really he did. But he had failed. It was all so frustratingly futile, wasn't it? He should’ve said something sooner. He should’ve made you understand. Now he had no one to blame but himself.

His grip on you tightened almost uncomfortably. You laughed, squirming in his hold, thinking it was one last inside joke for the two of you.

"Goodbye," he choked out. "Safe travels. Write, won't you?"

"'Course," you said. Or at least, tried to say through a mouthful of Theo's sweater.

As he finally pulled away, the words slipped from his lips

“You’ve ruined me, you know.”

The chatter on the platform seemed to quiet. All that Theo was aware of was the ceaseless churning of the crowds around you, the blood roaring in his ears and the curious little cleft that had appeared between your eyebrows. Ivy’s eyes widened. Mattheo held his breath.

You blinked.

“...what?”

"What?" Theo repeated back with an air of polite interest, feigning innocence.

"That thing you just said."

"I beg your pardon?"

"I've...I've what?"

Theo made a show of checking his watch as he stooped, reaching for your trunk. "You're going to miss your train."

To everyone's surprise, you yanked your trunk out of his reach. You stayed rooted in place, unmoving to Theo's attempts to cajole you onto the train.

"Nott, you tell me what you said right this instant or I'll - I'll cry. I swear, I'll start bawling on this platform in a minute if you don't hurry up and s-"

Theo’s stomach dropped.

"No, no, don't do that," he said hurriedly. “I - I just meant - ” He cast his eyes around frantically. Ivy and Mattheo were absolutely no help. “You’re, um. You’re different.”

You gave him a blank look. “Yeah. So?”

“No, I mean - really different.”

You nodded. “So are you.”

“No, but - you’re - ” He ran a hand through his hair. “I mean, it’s - ”

“This is painful to watch,” Mattheo muttered.

Ivy ignored him. “What's it going to take for him to just say it already?”

Theo exhaled sharply, forcing himself to look you in the eye.

“You’re not just my best friend. I don't think you ever have been.”

You were silent for a moment, face impassive, as if deciding how to respond.

"Teddy, that's crazy talk."

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, what's so crazy about it?"

"We're friends. This is just what friends do, it's normal."

Theo laughed. It was entirely inappropriate for the situation, and you frowning at him s=certainly wasn't but now that most of his nervous energy had evaporated, it was as though he couldn't bring himself to stop.

"No," he said, in a strained voice. "This isn't normal for friends. Trust me, I should know."

You looked unimpressed.

"'Cause," he continued, still chuckling weakly, "if we're only friends, why does this feel so world-endingly, soul-crushingly awful?"

The steely look in your eye faded.

"I mean," you mumbled, looking a lot less certain now. "You're my favourite friend. Sue me."

But even as your lips formed the words, Theo could see the realisation clouding over your eyes. You tilted your head.

"More than friends," you breathed.

Theo watched you uncertainly test how the words felt on your tongue.

"Yeah."

You shook your head.

"I can't believe you figured it out before me."

A corner of Theo's lip quirked upwards.

"Told you. I'm always one step ahead of you."

"Ivy put you up to this, didn't she?"

Theo grinned, and you responded in the same, infectious grin that he had. Your favourite, infectious grin.

"So, now what do we do?"

Theo held out his hand. You took it. It was the first time the familiar action registered as anything other than platonic in his head.

"I think," Theo said, "you have a train to catch."

[l-egionaire]

You know what? I'm bored, and I've got some ideas, so here are my Ilvermony headcanons.

The separate houses are treated as little more than an aesthetic difference by the students. While there might be rivalries and prank wars between the houses, it never gets to the levels of near discrimination that it gets to at Hogwarts. The students all just consider themselves students of the same school and members of the houses intermingle and hang out with each other all the time. They're even allowed to be in each other's dorms for limited amounts of time each day. The teachers encourage it as they often say that each house represents a part of what every great wizard needs, and coming together helps bring them all together towards the ideal wizard.

It's not uncommon for there to be students from other countries who don't speak English perfectly. Thankfully, there are charms to help translate their speech for the teacher, and the only part of their work that needs to be spoken English are their incantations. Though some might still ask for help in getting the pronunciation correct.

The dining hall students eat in is vastly different from Hogwarts's Great Hall, being a large room with mahogany walls filled with multiple circular tables covered in red tablecloths with gold trim and set with silver untensils, fine blue China plates, and crystal glasses. In the center of the room is a vast roaring fireplace with a picture of the Sayre family overtop of it. During feasts, the Pukwudgies bring out platters and pitchers of food and drink that stay magically hot and cold until the students serve themselves from them. Students are allowed to sit at whatever table they please, and the staff eat at a massive table in the middle of all the others.

The dorms are just different buildings of the castle that have five floors of T-shaped hallways with long red and gold rugs bearing the houses symbol. Along the walls of each hallways are dorm rooms for each years students. Students are assigned two each to a dorm, with their roommates's names being included with the letters they receive at the start of each new year. Roommates can't be changed unless two students agree to trade with each other. The dorms all have two large half poster beds with red and gold sheets and blankets, the blankets also carrying their houses symbol and pillows with blue pillow cases. There's also two desks, half dressers, wardrobes, and a set of three shelves above the dressers on both sides (the rooms are enhanced with expansion charms to give them extra space). The halls for younger students all have a dorm manager in them, an older student who was chosen to sleep on their floor to act as a chaperone and disciplinary figure to the students.

The students get to the school by way of multiple magical single decker busses that all arrive at Rockfeller Center in New York. They drive for around an hour before making a stop at a magically hidden pit stop where the students can get snacks, drinks and use the bathroom before the rest of the journey.

Thanksgivings at Ilvermony are always huge. The decorations include fall leaves that flutter and blow themselves through the halls, realistic turkey figures that jump around and gobble, and in the center of each dining room table is a red and gold hat that plays music. Each table gets its own turkey to carve (any leftovers are served over the next few days as sandwiches) along with boats of gravy and cranberry sauce, bowls of corn, mashed potatoes and carrots. And for dessert, a veritable buffet of pies, including Ilvermony's famous cranberry pie, the recipe said to have been invented by Isolt Sayre herself.

Any students without a wand before coming to school is allowed to select one from the hall of wands just past the sorting room. The hall holds hundreds of wands stacked inside their case along the walls. The room holds both wands so new they were just ordered yesterday and so old they were created at the very start of the school. After each sorting ceremony, the head of the school helps each first year's find a wand that "chooses" them, a process that can take up to an hour at most. It's also heavily guarded at all times by both a pair of heavily armed, muscular Pukwudgies and a rotating member of the staff as it's a prime target for thievery either by students or dark wizards.

Ilvermorny boasts a massive roaster of international magical studies electives. In each one, students can study the government, magical creatures, and magical history of the country of their choosing. Some even go on summer trips to those countries to further their studies.

Rather than O.W.L.s, Ilvermorny students takes the W.I.T. or Wizarding Intuition Tests, something similar to an SAT tests. The tests are taken twice, once during sixth year and once during seventh year for each class the students take, and the combined scores of each year are added together, and that average becomes their score. The better the score in certain subjects, the more job opportunities the students have.

To receive mail, students go to the mail room in a tall tower at the southern side of the castle where every owl goes to bring packages and letters for their deliveriees to receive. The mail room is student run and students are selected at random to do the job.

[thewrldx]

Venom & Velvet

Chapter synopsis: Sebastian Sallow has never had to try. He is Hogwart's most charming and reckless individual, too used to getting exactly what he wants—until transfer student Adeline Blackwell shows up in their seventh-year. The girl is far more than a pretty face, fiery and determined. Here is how their first encounter unfolds.

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Transfers clearly weren't common at Hogwarts—not with the way every pair of eyes locked on to her the second the towering doors to the Great Hall swung open. Adeline Blackwell was well aware that she was not an eleven-year-old, but seventeen, joining the school at the very edge of their last year. Ilvermony had failed to offer what she needed, Hogwarts, however, just might.

The room was silent, so her Mary Jane’s sharp clicks echoed off the polished stone floor as she held her head high. Adeline was not easily flustered. Let them look. Let them whisper. She would carve out her place here regardless.

They’d see.

At the front of the room, a kind-faced woman dressed in dark robes introduced herself as Professor Weasley and greeted her with a smile. "Welcome to Hogwarts, we are pleased to have a new student."

Headmaster Black, who Adeline had met briefly before the ceremony, offered only a curt nod. The man was drowning in cool detachment as if the mere idea of presiding over magical youth was beneath him. She couldn't help but wonder why a man so miserable had taken the position at all.

She stepped forward with poise, sitting atop the stool. As the ancient hat was placed on her head, her vivid green eyes swept over the room—admiring the medieval windows and enchanted ceiling that mimicked the sky. Before her, hundreds of students were buzzing in curiosity, anxiously waiting for the new girl to be sorted into their house.

She already knew where she was going.

The Sorting Hat mumbled descriptions she could have recited herself—ambitious, cunning, intelligent, a touch of mischief—before it boomed across the hall:

“Slytherin!”

A table under the green and silver banners erupted in applause, cheering in triumph of their claim on the newcomer.

Her steps did not falter. She rose from the stool striding towards the Slytherin table with a calm fire burning behind her eyes. Already, her mind was threading through the endless ways her life may unfold within these castle walls, and the dangers she could willingly, even eagerly become entangled in.

The cheering only grew louder as she approached—the black-robed students with serpent patches were practically vibrating with excitement. The boys in her house were not shy of their attraction, loud in their approval with whistles and cat-calling like she was some prize they had just won.

Pathetic.

Unbothered, she kept walking, letting their sad attempts fall away. Her gaze then locked onto deep brown eyes—unblinking, intense, like he was already trying to decipher her. It was enough to slow her stride.

He wore a black button-down, sleeves casually rolled to his forearms, and green tie loosened. His robe was nowhere in sight. Comfortable he was, observing her with a quiet inquisitiveness.

The freckled face was not apprehensive, offering a slow, knowing smirk as he made an imperceptible shift to make room for her to sit. It was a movement so subtle, it might've escaped anyone else's notice, but Adeline was observant.

“Seems like my bet paid off,” he said, his voice smooth as his eyes danced with amusement. Adeline raised her brow. Were they already gambling on her? How charming.

“Names Sebastian," he added, leaning slightly towards her with a mischievous glint, "welcome to the snake pit.”

Adeline's lips curled into a devious smirk as her eyes swept over him forthrightly. Sebastian, was it? Very attractive, indeed. But she knew exactly who he was. A player. Impeccably charming, a smile that could get any girl pleading on their knees, begging for a mere scrap of his attention. How quaint. Shame of him to think she was so plaintive.

She gave him a nod—just enough to acknowledge the introduction—and with a deliberate turn, continued down the table, settling into an open seat beside a group of girls.

Dinner was nothing short of extravagant. While Adeline was not repressed to elegant meals, Hogwarts certainly knew how to leave an impression. She ate with an effortless grace, exchanging a few light introductions to her fellow students, all while rolling her eyes at the boy's blatant attempts to win her attention. Certainly, the standards here were not this low.

“They are,” a voice interjected as if reading the displeasure written on her expression. A brunette girl, serene and self-assured, met her gaze. Adeline liked her already.

“Is that so?” Adeline replied, lifting her goblet to her lips with amusement. “Quite disappointing.”

The girl let out a faint laugh—half exhale. “I'll say. Try being surrounded by it for six years. Though now, I suppose it's worse, given they all think they have massive packages." That earned a few titters from the surrounding girls.

"Imelda Reyes,” she introduced, “I take it you’ll be tolerable this year?"

Laughter teased Adeline's lips. “Tolerable is an understatement.” She planned to make Hogwarts her bitch, to put it simply.

Imelda raised an eyebrow, impressed. “You and I will get along just fine then.” She said, turning back to her meal with a satisfied look about the exchange.

With the conversation settled, Adeline casually shifted her gaze slightly to her right, catching Sebastian. His eyes flickered to hers for a brief moment, just enough to catch the amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He thought he'd already caught her attention. He'd be sorely disappointed.

When dinner ceased, Adeline didn’t linger. She stood and let the eyes follow her as she emptied into the corridors. The structure was huge, its stone walls towered over her radiating deeply integrated magic. She followed the map of the castle provided to her and made her way to the Slytherin Common Room.

She approached a stone wall, cold and imposing, its surface unyielding. As her footsteps drew nearer, the ground beneath her stirred with a tenuous shift. A serpent's body slowed and sprung from the floor. Its dark stone scales shimmered in the dim light as the snake inscription slithered up, revealing a circular passageway beyond. The air was inviting, waiting for her to open the doors to a place that already felt like it belonged to her.

Inside, monumental statues of mermaids greeted her, craved in stunning, haunting detail. Their expressions were unreadable yet still elegant. Dangerous. Divine. Adeline had always that, in another life, she might've been one. The heavy wooden doors closed silently behind her, sealing her into the depths of her house.

The atmosphere seeped in shadows and mysteries, laced with a familiar scent of leather and aged stone. Tall pillars stretched toward vaulted ceilings which casted long silhouettes across the dungeon floor. Narrow windows set beneath the murky waters of Great Lake filtered in a ghostly green tint that danced against the room.

Furniture that dotted the room was plush—a deep velvet green arranged in clusters around low tables, each piece carefully placed for comfort and grandeur. A fire crackled beneath a stone hearth, contrasting the coolness of the room and illuminating the silver accents scattered around the space.

Despite the imposing nature of the room, it felt like a place of power. It was alive.

"You always leave dinner early, or was I just lucky enough to witness your grand escape?" A low voice drawled behind her.

Adeline turned toward the sound, unsurprised to see the freckled boy who tried to persuade her earlier. Sebastian was leaning against the doorframe, arms casually folded across his chest. His dark brown orbs locked on her with determination. Clearly he wasn't used to being ignored.

Persistent. Predictable. Subpar.

"I left as soon as it was dismissed," she replied flatly, barely offering him a glance. "That's not early."

Adeline's tone remained uninterested. If he thought a few lazy quips and a practiced smirk would win her over, he was in for a rude awakening.

Sebastian let out a soft laugh—quick, under his breath.

"Right," he said, pushing off the wall and sauntering a few steps closer. His hands slipped into his pockets with a practiced ease. "Not early. Just...efficient. My mistake."

He didn't get too close and let the silence linger for a second longer before flashing a trademark grin—lopsided and annoying self-assured.

"I have to say...I admire it. You walk into Hogwarts like you own the place—unbothered, unimpressed—almost like you figured the rest of us out already." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. "Tell me, have you?"

Oh. He wanted to play.

Adeline connected their eyes with a smoldering look, her gaze laced with a quiet seductive allure. She could see what he was trying to do—his posture, the easy swagger in his stance, carefully chosen flirtatious words. He was circling, already half-entangled in the mess of Adeline Blackwell—and she'd barely spoken a full sentence to him.

He loved a challenge. That much was obvious.

Lucky for him, Adeline never made anything easy.

"No, but thank you for assuming that of me, playboy."

Sebastian let out a quick breathy chuckle, tilting his head slightly at the name she'd tossed so carelessly at his feet.

"Playboy," he repeated as if trying it on for size. He raised a brow, amused. "Bit unoriginal isn't it? I expected something more...creative from the girl who just seduced me with a look."

He stepped a little closer, making his intentions known—he wasn't going to back off easily. The brown in his eyes sharpened into something more deliberate. "Seems like you already got me figured out," he said, voice low and calculated. "That's why I'll be around...just in case you get curious."

Adeline remained planted in her spot, arms folding as he approached. Was he about to put on a show for her?

"Womanizer perhaps?" She offered, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. "And if I were to get curious, what makes you think I will take the path half of the girls here have already been?" Her tone was laced with steel. "Do you really take me for someone so facile?"

Sebastian let out a low whistle, narrowing with a glint of something between admiration and sheer thrill.

"Womanizer. That's better," he replied, nodding slowly. He didn't flinch at the blow, instead grinned wider, almost as if he liked that she was calling him out.

"Facile?" His voice dropped to a low, velvety, absolutely unbothered pitch. "No. I take you for someone who doesn't waste time chasing after mediocre thrills. Someone who's smart enough to see through the facade...but maybe just curious enough to wonder if there's something underneath it."

His eyes glimmered in the poorly lit dungeon, "And if you don't get curious?" Sebastian shrugged lightly, his hands still deep in his pockets. "Then I'll still enjoy watching every poor bastard in here try to impress you while you tear 'em apart."

A wink, then casually stepping back. "Either way, I win."

Adeline gave an indistinct nod at his observation, a quiet acknowledgment that he was right in one thing—she was not easy. No way. Only someone exceptionally worthy of her time would get it, and the clock for him was ticking.

"Will you now?" She purred, dropping into a low, sultry tone. Adeline finally moved, slow and deliberate, closing the distance between them. Without a hint of hesitation, her fingertip trailed lightly over his bicep. The touch was enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, she knew by the way he tensed. If he thought he'd win, like he always did, he best be prepared to be very, very, disappointed.

Leaning closer, she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling against his skin. Her lips brushed faintly against his earlobe as she spoke, the words slipping in like silk.

"I can guarantee you that you will go mad when I won't kiss you."

A smirk tugged at her lips, and a laugh escaped—soft, almost mocking.

"Then, we'll see whose really winning."

Before he could even process the words, she pulled away just as quickly as she approached. She turned on her heel with a graceful defiance and made a stride to the girls' dormitories without a second glance.

"Good night, Sebastian." His name lingered on her lips as she called out, drawing it out just enough to keep him rattled.

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Sebastian's POV

Sebastian was lazily picking at the edge of his toast when the doors opened, and the entire hall fell into a hush that was impossible to ignore. His gaze flicked up—and lingered. It was rare that someone new walked into Hogwart's, especially at the end of their education, and it definitely wasn't ever someone like her.

He smirked, cocking his head slightly as he leaned back against the bench. Confident stride. Chin held high. Not flinching at the staring. Intriguing.

"Well, well...someone's clearly not afraid of a little attention," he muttered to his best friend Ominis beside him, still not taking his eyes off her. "Or maybe she just likes it."

He felt Ominis' eye roll immediately. "Leave the poor transfer alone Sebastian." He groaned.

Did he even know him?

Apparently he said the words aloud earning a jab from the blonde boy's elbow. He winced in response, rubbing his side. "Ow!" He spit, even though the action really didn't hurt.

"I may be blind, but I am not stupid," he exasperated. "You run through girls like its a hobby."

Sebastian could not argue with that, he was right. Sebastian Sallow was one hundred percent a ladies' man. Since he hit puberty in year three, girls were flocking to him like moths to a flame. Now that he was a bit older, he was a bit more, explorative, if you caught his vibe.

He moved back to the black-haired girl, watching her every step like she was a puzzle he was itching to solve. His eyes trailed over the crisp lines of her uniform, which never hugged any other's body this good. Her shoulders didn't tense under scrutiny. No hesitation. No stumble. She was not like any usual flustered newcomer.

He leaned forward on the table, a cocky grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Ten galleons says she ends up in Slytherin." He tossed to his surrounding classmates. Some of which were watching her, and if they weren't, they were now.

Then, after a beat, he added under his breath to himself—"...Would be a shame if she didn't."

His smug little bet paid off the second the Sorting Hat roared his house. Perfect.

"Pay up, scoundrels," he said, opening and closing his palms toward the boys dumb enough to bet against him. The sound of the gold clinking together in his hand offered pure delight.

The satisfaction of being right was quickly eclipsed by the way she descended the platform like she'd already conquered the castle and just hadn't bothered to tell anyone yet.

The catcalls made him scoff quietly, almost making him embarrassed of how they were representing his house. "Real subtle, lads," he muttered under his breath.

He didn't join in. No, he was a respectful man—unless a woman asked him not to be—and didn't need to whistle to get attention. He was used to it falling right into his lap. But something told him that this new girl wouldn't just make him work. She'd make him bleed for it.

As she neared the table closer to him, he got a better look at her. She was absolutely breathtaking. She had vibrant emerald eyes that were penetrating his soul. Green had always been his favorite color.

He slid a bit to the side, making just enough room beside him. Not enough to be obvious, but just enough to offer. He met her gaze head-on. He introduced himself, offering a coy remark about his bet, just enough to pique her attention. When she didn't reply and merely nodded, Sebastian was pleasantly surprised. Then, she walked away, cool as frost, like she hadn't even considered sitting there at all.

And he laughed. A little incredulous, but thoroughly entertained.

"Ominis," he said, barely glancing at his friend as the beautiful challenge slipped away. "I think I'm in love."

His brown orbs followed her all the way until she took her seat further down. It wasn't in a possessive way—no, more like a hunter eyeing a clever little fox that had slipped through the trap without even touching the bait.

Sebastian propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin against his fist, still smirking.

"Alright then, transfer....let's play."

Sebastian had never been more distracted from dinner in his entire life. The steam curled off his plate as his attention remained hopelessly fixated across the table. Adeline. A name that echoed through his mind the moment it was introduced. He was surely going insane by the way he couldn't even peel his eyes off her.

She was going to be a problem.

"Stop staring at her," Ominis muttered beside him.

"How do you know I'm looking at her?" Sebastian defended.

Ominis turned just enough to give him a pointed look—the kind that needed no words. Sebastian scoffed, brushing his thumb along the edge of his goblet. "She's nice to look at, alright?"

And she was. A mute storm dressed in black, barely offering conversation and shooting down the boys making bloody fools of themselves. Each rejection only made her more untouchable. More irresistible.

He had just about convinced himself to look away, to stop acting like every other dimwit tripping over their tongue when her eyes met his once more. Of course, he simpered, how could he not? Her eyes were gone in an instant.

It was maddening. Sebastian had never had to lift a finger for a girl's attention, but she barely spared him a few indifferent glances. He drummed his fingers against his thigh. He'd get it.

Oh, he would.

When dinner commenced, Sebastian noticed when she left—of course he did. No goodbyes. No lingering glances. Just vanished like she'd already decided the castle had nothing left to offer her tonight.

Well, fortunately for her, he did.

He stood a little later than most, drawing out idle conversations. He couldn't be too desperate of course, but his mind was drifting back to the girl who didn't even shy away from his appeal. She walked away from him, not out of offense, just sheer disinterest. No girl had ever been that bold to him before.

Eventually, he made his way down to the dungeons, the shadows familiar and comforting. The verdant green cast against the stone flickered on his face as he stepped into the Common Room—and there she was.

Alone. Or, more importantly, not surrounded by drooling idiots.

He didn't approach immediately, leaning against the entrance as he watched her study the space. Sebastian remembered how captivating it was his first time, and he wasn't about to run the moment.

Not yet.

After a few agonizing minutes, he spoke, voice smooth and enticing, calling her out for leaving dinner so abruptly.

She turned and replied sharply. Unimpressed. Completely unaffected by his charm. He liked it. A little too much.

He pushed off the wall and stepped a bit closer. He didn't get too close, he knew better than to crowd someone who clearly preferred control over her space.

Then, he shared his observations of her. Unbothered and already conceived an understanding of who everyone was. He challenged her then, "Tell me, have you?"

Adeline folded her arms, almost as if the whole conversation was an inconvenience to her. And she made that known, throwing terms at his feet that he already knew.

Sebastian had always behaved recklessly when it came to girls—snogging whoever caught his eye simply because he could, tossing around flirtation like confetti. It wasn't his proudest title, he would have preferred exceptional duelist or star Quidditch player, but playboy could do. He couldn't argue it wasn't earned

Still, he wasn't going to let her speak the obvious without a little backlash. And naturally, he offered himself if she were to be curious. Maybe she wasn't now, but give it time.

As expected, she twisted his words, firing back a snarky remark that hit.

Merlin. She wasn't just a flame—she was wildfire. The kind you didn't try to tame, just hoped didn't burn you too badly. He was enjoying the fact that she wasn't flustered when calling him out far too much.

Just because she wasn't giving in, didn’t mean he wasn't victorious. If anything, watching her shoot down every poor sod in this school that attempted to tame her would be more than satisfactory. Just looking at her was enough to keep him hooked.

She was playing a game, and dare he admit it, better than him. When she stepped closer, close enough for him to get a whiff of her perfume—notes soft vanilla and sandalwood—his pulse stuttered. He was utterly screwed. Adeline’s breath was so teasingly adjacent to the sensitive skin on his neck. And she was touching him, so lightly it didn’t even feel real.

Sebastian didn’t move. Couldn’t.

Her voice? Lethal. Her touch? Like a bloody spell. Sweet Salazar, he was tense. Jaw clenching as something electric radiated down his spine.

He stood there like she had Petrificus’d him, only to watch her walk away as if she didn’t just flip everything he thought he knew upside down.

His goddamn name dripped from her lips like honey, and she didn’t even turn back around to look at him.

The way she said it? Filthy. Beautiful. Downright illegal.

When she disappeared down the stairs to the dorms, he let out a shaky exhale, running his fingers through his hair.

“Well…bloody hell,” he murmured to no one but himself.

This wasn’t a game anymore. It was an all out war.

And he would be on the front line.

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notes: i want to post this on ao3, i finally got my account (!!!) i truthfully have no idea where this is going, but i like it already so we'll just let it flow. do we like both prospectives?? thank you for reading <3

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The Alchemy

James Potter x Fem!Reader

Words: ~3.1k

Heavily inspired by The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

AN: I made up a bunch of stuff about Ilvermony because I don't know anything about it. I also wanted this to be longer but was struggling.

You were a transfer student, an American who was studying magic at Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were the pride of Thunderbird house, the well-loved heart and soul of your Quidditch team with a curious and adventurous heart. 

When your mother and father told you they’d been called from their jobs at the Magical Congress to liaise with the Ministry of Magic for an indefinite stretch of time, forcing you to live in Europe, you were disheartened. You worked so hard to achieve your status as captain of the Thunderbird team, and last year you’d finally beaten Wampus after a looong winning streak. 

Of course, it wasn’t always easy. No-Maj’s and wizards alike were being recruited into the military, inflation was at an all-time high, and there was somehow only one wizarding school in America, which meant the admissions process was rigorous. You were one of the lucky ones with good grades and magical talent strong enough to get you an invitation. 

Your one saving grace was that you were entering sixth year at Hogwarts at the beginning of the year, and not the middle. So at least you weren’t the only one being sorted into a house. Unluckily for you, the only other students being sorted were first years.

Therefore, you stood in a crowd of sweaty eleven-year-olds two heads shorter than you, sticking out like a sore thumb. Nonetheless, you stood tall and waited for your name to be called. Their sorting process was different from yours, but no less magical. When you were called up to sit on a stool in front of the entire school, and the sorting hat was placed on your head, you were surprised to hear him speak inside your head. 

“Oh, an American. How exotic. A clever one, and proud. But so full of heart. You’ll be a challenge to sort, so very well-rounded.”

And then out loud, he spoke in that creaky old voice: “More than anything else, you’re a team player. Better be… GRYFFINDOR!” You glided over to the long table all robed in red and gold. Chin up, your eyes roved over the table looking for an empty space to sit. You were lucky to see a redhead smile at you and nod her head to the empty seat between her and a girl with curly dark hair. 

You gave a relieved smile and made your way to the group near the center of the table. 

“Hello,” the redhead gave you a crooked smile. “Must be awful being new to school and stuck with all the first years. I’m Lily. These are Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas, my best mates,” she gestured to the three girls seated nearest to her. “Come on, sit and I’ll introduce you to the rest.”

“You’re a shy thing, aren’t you,” Mary smiled from right beside you and you let out a laugh and gave them your name before responding. 

“Shy? Not a chance. Wary of being the only brand new sixth year at this school? Definitely.”

There was a moment of silence as the girls (and the four boys sitting across from you all) took in your accented English. 

“No need to be wary, you’re in good hands,” you turned from Mary’s lighthearted gaze to lock eyes with the handsome boy in front of you. He had dark curly hair and a pair of glasses set slightly askew on a strong nose. 

“I don’t know, pretty boy,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “You look like mischief.” There was a blonde, shorter than the other boys, watching the two of you like a tennis match. 

“You look like you’d enjoy a bit of mischief,” the curly-haired boy spoke again, and you gave him a smile. 

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

“Alright, ladies and gents, that’s enough of that,” the long-haired boy next to him was fanning himself with his hand. “Now, James, if you’d introduce us to our new friend, that would be lovely.”

“Right. On the end is Remus, he’s very handsome and tall but don’t let that fool you. He’s very smart and he’s mean to me.”

Remus pinched his nose in his long fingers and shook his head. 

“I am not mean to you. I’m just the only one with a sense of responsibility around here-”

James pointed to the long-haired boy next. “This is Sirius, he’s the man with a plan. It’s why his hair’s so long and luscious, it’s full of ideas.”

Sirius choked a laugh out of his nose as he took a sip of his water.

“This is Peter, unassuming but mighty.”

“Hey-” Peter looked amused but put off by the group’s bursts of giggles at his description. 

“And I’m James,” he was smiling directly at you then, and you couldn’t help the warmth in your cheeks. 

“And who are you, James?” You asked, the silence around you alerting you that the group was hanging on your every word.

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

This happens once every few lifetimes

These chemicals hit me like white wine

“Do they play Quidditch at Ilvermony?” Lily asked you one Sunday night as you sat in the Gryffindor common room. You were studying with her and Remus. Somehow after the first week of school you were already bogged down with work.

“Do they- of course! It’s only my favorite thing other than pizza.” You gushed, assignment forgotten. 

“So you play?” Remus had a look in his eyes, something you were beginning to recognize as gears turning and a new idea forming.

“I do. I was the Thunderbird captain, a seeker, and helped bring our team to win in the finals against Wampus who held the title for sixty years.”

“Were you looking to play here?” Remus wondered aloud, and Lily was staying mysteriously quiet during your interaction. 

“I… Well I want to. But it’s all an adjustment. New school, new friends, getting lined up with classes and transferring my old work. It would be hard.”

“Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. If it makes you happy, you could always talk to James, he’s Gryffindor’s captain. And,” Remus was smiling mischievously and you just knew he was plotting. “We’re in need of a seeker.”

“James has been holding tryouts every day since the school year started and hasn’t found anyone up to his caliber yet,” Lily added. “Plus, you know you want to get to know him better.” 

You inhaled deeply, going over your options. On the one hand, you were already bogged down with work and didn’t need an additional commitment. On the other hand, you loved quidditch and it brought you so much joy. On another third hand, Lily was right. You wanted to see more of James. Aside from classes he was elusive, and you’d finally found out why. So maybe if you made the team you’d be able to get to know him better. 

That’s how you ended up out in the rain the next day after class in what was somehow both an unfamiliar uniform… but also a uniform that made you feel like you were at home again. 

The team was running drills while James tested out the seekers, of which you were in a group of six. Sirius explained it all to you. James would test all the prospective members on speed in a group setting; speed was the most basic of a seeker’s skills. Next, he would whittle it down to a smaller group (you and three others at that point) to test hand-eye coordination and agility. Could you catch a snitch? Could you dodge a bludger? 

Then there were two of you. You and a boy whose name you didn’t care about. You were in your element and there was no way you were letting this opportunity go. 

“Now, I want to see the two of you at your best. You’re going to have one last challenge today, I’ll discuss with the team, and we’ll let you know tomorrow whether either of you make it.”

“Whether or not we make the team?” The boy next to you balked. “You’re in desperate need of a seeker. The season is starting soon. You’ve got to pick one of us… right?”

James raised an eyebrow at him, and stared him down. It was pretty hot, if you were being honest with yourself. 

“If you’ve got what it takes, we’ll keep you on. But this team is a family built on mutual trust and understanding. If you haven’t got the right attitude, you won’t last a day here.” He looked at you, his seriousness not fading. “That goes for both of you.”

You nodded, taking his words to heart. You wanted that feeling of a family again, you were never close with your parents. They were always working, and their work was more important than you in a lot of ways. Quidditch was everything to you because it introduced you to many of your close friends. You felt loved and important. You weren’t about to give that up. 

“Now, for your challenge.” He grinned, that lovable goofy look lighting up his face. “Sirius is going to release the snitch on my signal. All you have to do is catch it.”

The boy next to you frowned. 

“We already practiced catching the snitch, why are we doing it again?”

James, in response, put two fingers to his lips and let out a long whistle, you followed his gaze to the skies where high above you could see a long flowing red and gold cape topped with a head of shiny black hair. Sirius. 

As you watched, he pulled a shiny golden ball out of his cloak and released it. 

“Go.”

You went off like a bullet. Your broom was an extension of your body and as you sped high into the sky, eyes searching for that golden glint, you could barely hear the squawking of the boy behind you as he failed to catch up. 

“Beaters, at the ready!” James shouted, and you suddenly realized this was going to be a little more difficult than just beating your competitor. The team that was once running drills was now lined up with bats in hand, and one of them was on the ground with a box with what you assumed to be a bludger. 

“Release!” 

“Fuck,” you muttered as not one but two bludgers were released. 

You wove and dove out of the way of the bludgers, eyes searching until you saw it. A tiny golden flicker off to your left. But once you spotted it and zoomed off, your competitor noticed and followed you. 

It must have been a charmed snitch, because it was only a few minutes of flitting about before it took a dive directly towards the ground.

So, what did you do? You dove. 

You shot towards the ground faster than you would have had you been falling, your tight grip on your broom the only thing keeping you from flattening against the ground as you pulled up at the last minute and grasped the snitch in your gloved hand. However, the sudden slowdown and one-handed grip didn’t help you when Mister Second Best and his broom collided with you, sending you tumbling a couple feet to the ground. 

You skidded across the dirt before rolling to a stop, your iron grip on the snitch not loosening. 

“Dude! Pay more attention!” Were the first words out of your mouth once you had it in you to stand up. You were lucky that quidditch uniforms included some padding. “You could have killed me if you’d knocked into me any higher!” 

“So sorry, princess. Maybe you should have had two hands on the broom!” He shot back at you, and you didn’t notice James coming up behind you as your anger flared. 

“I only had one hand on the broom because I caught the snitch you absolute oaf!” You thrust out your muddy arm, two fingers pinching the winged ball between them. That shut him up, his lips snapping together with a wet sound. 

“Wonderful job, both of you,” You nearly jumped out of your skin at James’ voice, but calmed yourself as you turned to him. He had a good poker face but if you were correct he looked a little impressed. “Go get cleaned up, I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” 

You nodded with a smile and grabbed your broom, swung a very sore leg over it, and flew back towards the changing rooms. 

“So, how did it go?” Lily and Mary were waiting for you in the Gryffindor common room, and you lit up with a smile. 

“I think it went really, really well.” You sat down on a couch and winced, your bruised back protesting at the movement. “There was a collision at the end and I got knocked off my broom but I think other than that it went really well.”

“That’s an understatement,” you turned your head to see Sirius walking in, hair freshly washed and tied into a low knot. “She wiped the floor with McLaggen, it was a sight!” You pursed your lips, trying not to show how pleased you were with his assessment. You were hoping James felt the same. 

You didn’t see the curly-headed boy until he was seated in front of you at breakfast the next day, Sirius and Remus to his right and Peter to his left. You weren’t sure what to make of him, the obvious chemistry between you was alluring but he also held your fate in his hands in regards to the quidditch team. 

“So,” he started after taking a bite of toast. “The team has decided to take you on as our Seeker with McLaggen as a back up.”

You froze, and the girls were silent beside you as you processed for a split second before bursting into a joyous grin.

“That’s awesome!” You exclaimed and suddenly the group was alight with whooping and congratulations. “I can’t wait.” You said, quieter, and tucked into your breakfast. 

So when I touch down

Call the amateurs and

Cut 'em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I'm the one to beat

Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

It was a few days later, days of rigorous practice behind you as you approached the weekend. You were somehow navigating quidditch and schoolwork, but you needed a break. 

“Hey,” you heard your name called and turned in the busy hallway to see a flushed James walking towards you. 

“What can I do for you, pretty boy?” You loved to see that bashful look on his face. God, he was precious. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to take a break with me?” He started, a crooked smile on his face. “It’s not a Hogsmeade weekend, but we could go for a walk by the Black Lake.”

“That sounds really nice,” you smiled. “When?”

“Well, if you wanted to sneak into the kitchens with me and grab a few pastries… We could go right now?”

“That sounds like mischief to me, I’m in,” you let out a giggle as he took your hand and pulled you through the hallways towards what you assumed was a secret entrance to the kitchens. You both plucked a few fresh pastries from the counters, wrapped them in cloths, and ran out of there. 

The walk to the lake was nice, the two of you talking about your families and friends, what you liked about your classes so far, and more. 

You found that as you sat there with him, you had more in common than you thought. It felt like there was an electric current running between the two of you, your energy fed off of each other. You must have sat there for over an hour because the sun was high in the sky, definitely later than the mid morning when you’d left.

“You know,” James said after a comfortable silence. You turned to look at him but he was gazing over the lake. “We’ve only known each other less than a month but I can’t imagine my days without seeing you around in the halls or at quidditch. You’re unforgettable.” You inhaled deeply, the scent of blooming trees heavy in your nose as you thought about what he said.

“I never felt such an instant connection with anyone like I did with you,” you admitted, a bit shyly despite your original introduction all those weeks ago. “I like being around you.”

“I like being around you, too,” he parroted with that beaming smile. 

You spent most Saturdays after that taking walks with James, and the Black Lake became a special place where the two of you could spend time together away from your group of friends. 

It was there, sitting with your backs against a wide tree, that you found yourself a few weeks later on a cool Saturday in late October. You’d been planning quidditch plays for hours with James in the early morning, getting ready for a match against Slytherin. Your former position as captain of Thunderbird’s team gave you a plethora of knowledge and skill related to planning and strategizing, making you James’ favorite person to bounce ideas off of. 

However, you needed a break from the intense planning and suggested a walk in the cool air to clear your heads. James was never one to say no to you. 

So you sat, breathed in the crisp air, and turned your head to gaze over at the object of your affections. 

“James?”

“At your service,” he replied formally, eliciting a soft laugh from your lips. 

“I’m serious, I have a question,” you replied, waiting for him to turn his head. 

“If this is about quidditch, I thought we were taking a break from that,” he was smirking as he turned his head, and suddenly you were both so close.

“I was wondering if you wanted to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

He was silent for a moment, eyes wide behind his spectacles. 

“Well yeah, I thought that was obvious. I’m absolutely smitten,” he was grinning from ear to ear, and reached out to tangle his fingers with yours in what could only be called a hand-hold. 

“Absolutely smitten, you say?” You pondered, tapping a finger against your chin.

“Devastatingly.” He nodded at you.

“Better kiss me now then, before you lose your chance.”

He laughed, a joyous noise, before cupping your chin in his hand and kissing you. 

It felt like you’d shaken up a vial full of chemicals and you were slowly burning on the inside, an explosion of wonder and light. 

When you broke apart, you could only stare at him with glazed over eyes. 

“We should do that again, yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

Masterlist

[nioumin-draw]

Facts about Lorelei Sanders ( HPMA) #1 :

•Lorelei been sorted in Gryffindor house, if she were in ilvermony she would be sorted to Wampus or Thunderbird

•she live to Nothing hill with her family

•When she spent her summer vacation to Uganda her family for visit her mother's family side , the thing she loves most is doing Safari.

• she used to have some muggle "friends" before Hogwarts , after she go to Hogwarts she told them she been accepted to a boarding school. She tried to sent them some letters but they never write her back but she haven't been upset because she knew it will happen and she have new true friends now.

•her patronus is a lioness

•the most happiest memory she remember for creat her patronus is : when she met the Holyhead Harpies atvher first quidditch game.

• Robyn Thistlethwaite became her best friends during Hogwarts because of their love for quidditch and she also have a bond for Daniel Page and consider him as a precious friend, she is always worry about him and protect him if it's necessary.

•At first the first sight she found William Lee too immature and is annoyed by him and his shenanigans but appreciates his kindness towards animals and his optimistic and funny personality and you'll never find a better dance partner than him , people wondering how that could work between them XD 🤣.

•During the 3 first year she had long curly hairs and cut them for year 4

• her cat , Comoros ( Named from a African région) is a present from her parents for her first year to Hogwarts.

•She realize she fell in love with William Lee at the end of year 2 and in year 4 the became officially a couple.

• she can't stand Cassandra Vole but is always ready to help her.

•Fischer Frey have a crush for her but she rejected him all time.

• according to William Lee , she smell Vanilla and coconut, probably because of hair care cream.

• Because of a misunderstanding with William she was a bit jealous of Abigail Grey ( who had a crush on him ) but after a explanation they become great friends

• She play quidditch as chaser with Liam Whitlock-Kim @chirithy564 at year 2 and became seeker at year 4

•William and her first date was supposed to be in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade but it finally end to The three broomsticks because it was to Pink for them XD and a butterbeer sound better than tea 🍻.

•she a big fan of the Holyhead Harpies.

•she is inspired from the actress and Singer Zendaya.

• she is very proud of her father despite the fact he is a squib and would punch anybody who say trash about him.

• She is Aries 🐏♈

• her favorite flowers are begonias , tulip 🌷 and flowering plant.

[newgh0ul]

Madness - Draco Malfoy x Reader - Part Two

Uncertainty riddled my thoughts as I boarded the Hogwarts Express. Hesitancy accented by body language, and slowed down every step I took. Everyone just seemed to know where to go, well...except for the first years. Here I was, older than the first years, looking just as lost and ridiculous.

Wondering down a hall, trying to find somewhere empty to sit, my body collides with someone. I look up, to see a boy with bright red hair standing over me. "Oh, bloody hell, are you alright?" He asks, and stretches out a hand to pull me up. I take his hand, and dust myself off. "Yeah, yeah, my ass broke my fall."

He chuckles, "Are you American?" My face beats up a bit and I awkwardly laugh, "That obvious?" He gives me a small nod. His pale skin can't hide the redness under his cheeks. "I'm Leah, I'm starting my fourth year." I give him my hand, and he eagerly shakes it, maybe a second too long. "Ron, I'm also a fourth year. I don't think I've seen you around here before-"

"I'm a transfer...from Ilvermony." I watch as the gears turn in his head, and he realizes why he's never seen me before. "I take it you don't have anyone to sit with?" He asks.

"What's that supposed to mean, Ron?" I tease.

"I-I just mean that...yknow you probably don't know anyone yet." He struggles through his embarrassment, I think it's sweet. "I was only joking." I tell him. He lets out a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slouch with the weight I've just taken off of him.

"Come sit with me and my friends, then." I take him up on his invite, following him to a carriage on the train.

There sat a boy with messy brown hair that framed his face, and circular glasses resting on his nose. He looked so familiar, but I just couldn't place my finger on it.

Next to him was a girl, with messy ginger hair, and a striking look on her face as I walked in. I wouldn't describe it as pleased, more like...challenged.

"That's Harry, and that's Hermione. This is Leah" He quickly introduced us all. Harry and Hermione looked equally confused as I took a seat, "Ron invited me to sit with you guys, it's nice to meet you." I smiled. The two gave me fake sweet smiles and a forced response.

An awkward tension hung over the carriage, I mostly spoke to Ron who was much more conversational than the other two. Hermione not-so-subtly glared daggers between Ron and I, her eyes peering over the newspaper she read. My aunt was reading the same one just this morning before she took me to King's Cross, but I forgot to ask about it.

'SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP' Headlined the page, hanging over a animated black-and-white photograph. I tried to make out what the picture was, some sort of skull and snake, I believe.

"So...what happened at the quidditch World Cup?" I decided to ask. Hermione lowered the paper, her lips still pursed and eyes steady on me.

"How do you not know? It's everywhere" She replied.

"I've had a busy summer, a little too preoccupied with moving to London."

"Surely you know about the Death Eaters and their attack?" Ron asks me, lowering his voice.

"No...no, I don't." I feel like I've just prodded at a sensitive topic, and even though Hermione and Harry aren't too warm to me, I hope I haven't just ruined my chance at being their friends.

"The Death Eaters attacked some muggles, and started a riot at the World Cup." Harry breaks his silence on the matter. As soon as he's done talking, he looks away, and focuses on the scenery outside of the window. I nod back, even though he's not even looking at me. There are no words that feel right to say right now. The air is suddenly heavy. Even Ron can't hide his look of disdain.

"Excuse me, I'm gonna go use the restroom." I stand to my feet, and exit the carriage. The heavy atmosphere seems to follow me, weighing me down. My heart aches for Ilvermony and for my friends there. I don't want to know any of these people, I don't want to start again. I want to go home. All I can think of is home.

As I reach the bathroom, the door swings open. Out steps a blonde boy, in a black suit. My spiraling stops as I realize he's the same boy from the book store. He stands there, and I decide to make the first move.

"Excuse me, how are these manners for you?" I spit as I shoulder check him as he did to me. Just as I grab the handle to the bathroom, and try to make my way inside, his hand latches around my arm. His grip is tight, and he inches closer to me. I can hear each breath he takes as he squeezes tighter.

"You should know your place, little American girl." He growls and lets go, shoving me back a little. I hit the doorframe and watch as he walks away.

I glance around to see if anyone saw, and to my luck, no one did. I shut the door behind me, and lock it. As soon as I hear the door lock, I start to cry.

I want to go home.

(word count: 920)

(this is being posted on Wattpad under the same name, along as the madness tag on my profile. I’m putting it on ao3 as soon as I get my invite. Enjoy <3)

[lynnmatthewswrites]

The New Girl at Hogwarts: Chapter One- The Move

Authors Note: Hiya! I started writing this because I couldn’t see myself in so many fanfiction protagonists! I love the Harry Potter series and really relate to Hermione and Luna, who were so proudly not submitting to stupid things like pink and girly stuff! This fic is a love letter to the quirky girls and the girls who love Hogwarts! I also thought id include a gay character for gay rights! Sorry if there r any typos I tried my best.(LMK if you want a Y/N ver)

Sarah Lynn Clampitt wasn’t like a lot of girls she knew. Sarah Lynn didn’t like Taylor Swift or Lana Del Rey. Her favorite band was Panic! at The Disco, or maybe Paramore, though they were so underground most of her friends had never heard of them. Sarah Lynn didn’t care about short skirts and being girly, and much preferred hanging with the boys and getting dirty over lip gloss and glitter. She was also a witch, and went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, that was until her rich father died tragically, and she had to move in with her mom’s sister in England. (her mom died when she was a baby in a tragic accident and it was really sad)

Sarah Lynn would miss Ilvermony, even though she was sort of unpopular- all the other girls liked Taylor Swift and the Eras Tour and the Barbie movie, while Sarah Lynn hung out with boys- and the boys liked her, but still! Sarah Lynn sighed, looked out of the airplane window, and shed a single tear, missing her dad and her friends from New York. But they didn’t matter anymore. She was going to Hogwarts, and things were gonna be different! She put in her wired earbuds (airpods are stupid) and started playing one of her favorite songs- “House of Memories” by Panic! at the Disco. (AN: most people have never heard of this song but def check it out! it’s super good) She really liked P!ATD, even though Brandon Urine had collabed with stupid taylor swift. 

Sarah Lynn realized she had fallen asleep on the plane, and they were now landing in London. She pulled her golden blonde hair into a messy bun and pulled down her baggy t-shirt and walked off the plane with her backpack. Her aunt had texted her that she would pick her up at the airport, but Sarah Lynn had just now realized her aunt’s appearance was a total mystery to her. She walked off the plane and into the airport, where she began to read the names on signs- John, Craig, Angie, Bob, Robert, Bobby, Bob, until she saw a sign that made her freeze. It was a pink, glittery sign, with hello kitty and my little ponies on it. Even more terrifying was what it read. Sarah Lynn. THIS was her aunt? Sarah Lynn looked up to see a bleach blonde, lip-gloss wearing, stanley-cup-having woman. “Hi sweetie! I’m your aunt Jessica!” Sarah Lynn was terrified. Who was this woman? How was she even related to Sarah Lynn’s beautiful mother(who died when she was a baby)

“Hi Aunt Jessica?” Sarah Lynn grimaced. 

“C’mon sweetie! Let’s get to Kings Cross!”

So the pair climbed in to Aunt Jessica’s cramped and cluttered mini, which Aunt Jessica wasn’t an adept driver of, and drove to King’s Cross, where Sarah Lynn climbed out of the car, thanked Aunt Jessica, and walked off to platform 9 and ¾. When Lynn got on the train an old man with black hair stopped her. 

“Are you Sarah Lynn Clampitt?” he asked. 

“Yes” I said.

“Well, you’re new, so you have to go to the transfer student cabin!” he yelled, pulling Sarah Lynn by her arm to the back of the train into a cell-like chamber filled with moldy bread. 

“No! Help!” Sarah Lynn screamed, banging on the door, but to no avail. Eventually she fell asleep in the cold cell, and when she woke up… she was at Hogwarts!

She was ushered inside, where she was led up to the sorting ceremony with the first years. Wow she thought. Cool. When she was pushed up onto the stage, everyone looked at her confused- she was fifteen, not eleven! Sarah Lynn blushed, before going “Erm- awko taco!” and then everyone laughed and clapped. Dumbedore put the hat on Sarah Lynn’s hat and it didnt even hesitate, just yelled GRIFFYNDOR!! so Sarah Lynn went to sit at the Gryffindor table. 

She sat next to a girl with curly hair, a ginger boy, and a boy with glasses. “Hi! I’m Sarah Lynn Clampitt. Can I sit here?”

“Of course!” The curly haired girl said. “My name is Hermione Grager, and these are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.”

“Nice to meet you” Harry said “Where are you from?”

“Im from Ilvermony in New York. But then my dad died, and my mom died when I was a baby.”

“Im so sorry” Ron said. 

“It's ok. I’m just happy to be here!” Sarah responded

“You seem really cool for a girl. Girls are so much drama.” Hemione vocated.

“Oh my god you too! I hate Taylor Swift.”

“I hate her too. I hate her I hate her I hate her. What type of music do you like?” 

“I love Panic! at the Disco and Paramore- you’ve probably never heard of them.”

“I’ve never heard of them ever!” Ron said gingerly

“They’re super good. I love Brandon Urine, even though he made a song with stupid taylor.”

The group all ewwed in unison. Just then a boy in a Charli XCX shirt sat down by Harry. Harry exclaimed “Hi Neville!”

“Hey ddady!” Neville remarked svltrily. “Snatch my wig and i oop lets roide lavender lamborgini roll up in a blue bikini- whos the new girl??”

“That’s Lynn. She’s cool.” Harry dictated. “She’s from America.”

“Oh America the land of Beyonce werk slay queen girlboss!!” Neville announced. “That’s so mother of you.”

“I hate Beyonce. She’s basic.” Sarah Lynn remarked. “You seem cool though.”

“Oh Em Gee, how can you sin upon mother girlboss? That’s so not cool I T G I R L U know I am that girl of you!” Neville sobbed.

“He’s a little sensitive.” Hermoine remarked as Neville ran of sobbing. “But he’s cool sometimes.”

“Huh.” Sarah intoned, before Dumbledore started talking. “Welcome students? My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of this school. This year, we’ve welcomed dementors and also fortune-telling because Voldemort is on the rise. Anyway, enjoy the feast!” dumbledore exclaimed as delicious food appeared before everyone- it looked like everyone got to eat their favorite food! Sarah gasped as chicken nuggets magically appeared before her. Sarah Lynn loved chicken nuggets.

“Oh my god I love chicken nuggets. Oh my god.” Sarah Lynn cried.

“Me too girl!” Hermine attributed.

“I’d be late to my wedding and just run in like SORRY I WAS GETTING CHICKIE NUGGIES!” Sarah quipped.

Sarah Lynn and Herione cheersed each other with their chicken nuggets, looking out on the other girls eating their salads and protein shakes, rolling their eyes. Stupid iceberg lettuce and croutons. Sarah Lynn felt very happy, like she’d finally found her place. A girl who was also not like other girls. Two new boys she could be one of. She was excited to learn the in and out of Hogwarts- and then she saw him. 

[anderperrylover]

So...

A while ago I dropped an idea for a DPS x ATYD type of fic and honestly - hear me out - Have it set in like the same era and start it with Cameron (he has two brothers) he gets the supposed Ilvermony letter, but nope - it's an official letter that basically invites the parents for a meeting - then in a meeting we get the worst news - There is some unspoken danger of sorts and they'll be transferring students everywhere - I mean everywhere (Beauxbatons Academy is like Henley Hall and well Hogwarts is like Welltonish I guess)

Cameron who was set to start off is basically tossed into a new place with new students and has mixed feelings about being sorted into a house at Hogwarts (SLYTHERIN). Then the narrative shifts, we get introduced to the others, Neil (Who is giving Sirius energy - Who is already a good friend of Charlie). The boys are strangers and then we GET TO MEET KEATING CAUSE NO KEATING IS KEATING AND TURNS OUT HE'S BEEN TO BOTH SCHOOLS FOR SOME REASON. Don't know what the hell he teaches.

Then basically the plot does plot things?

Neil meets Todd later on down the line (When Todd is transfered and the boy is bloody in love) - Todd is a non mag and Neil comes from a Pure blood dynasty

Charlie falls for Knox who also falls for him but it's Jegulus coded. Charlie does something pretty big...I see a confrontation between them at some point (ALSO CHARLIE AS A METAMORPHMAGUS) - Also either of them becomes a death eater (Maybe Charlie does and Knox has to watch the man he loves fall astray)

Meeks and Pitts are chaotic I WANT THEM TO BE CHAOS...But I want them to uncover a great secret (They definitely become animagi)

Cameron has probably a more severe arc? Like at one point he returns home to find that it had been burnt to the ground. He finds out that his oldest brother is dead and finds out the youngest one had turned against authority - But he also begin to see the cracks appear and he sees the system that failed them - Also Cameron with middle child syndrome who is a Legilimens,  (LIKE THINK ABOUT IT) - We get a Cameron and younger brother showdown at one point

Neil's father isn't happy with the arrangement cause HE IS AN ASSHOLE and HE WOULD RATHER HAVE HIS SON PULLED OUT OF HOGWARTS AND ENROLLED AT A STRICTER INSTITUTE...

All the while KEATING IS A FUCKING LEGEND WHO INTRODUCES POETRY TO EVERYONE (AND SOON IT'S LIKE THIS BIG MOVEMENT OF POETRY AND THE ADMINISTRATION BACK HOME IS PISSED)

[bitbybitwrites]

For the prompt game: 2,4,6

2. hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

Sorry for the delay in response . . life is way too crazy, but here's a little Hogwarts!Klaine for you, @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

(I've pretty much given up on the"stick to a drabble" part of this challenge . . 😂)

NOTE:

1.)In this fic the students are in their 5th year at Hogwarts- about 16 years of age.

2.) I added a number of links to things I referred to in the HP world that perhaps folks not familiar with it might not understand

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The sound of the explosion was near deafening.

Kurt really should have seen it coming, but he was trying to just keep his head down and quietly read from an Advanced Potions textbook he discovered in a back cupboard of the classroom.  Professor Scheuster, the German Potions Master that had been hired by Hogwarts some time ago to fill the void Professor Snape had left after he perished in the Second Wizarding War, was busy expounding on the trials and tribulations of potion making in modern day Britain.

Kurt rolled his eyes. The new potions master was passible at the very least when it came to his competency levels as a teacher.  He failed to really pay attention to his students most of the time in class (favoring one or two of them constantly). Scheuster’s lessons were so mind-numbingly boring, and ridiculously easy ( by Kurt’s standards), that Kurt found he needed to find his own some sort of intellectual stimulation if he was to sit through the class.

So his own secret, independent studies began.

In all honesty, during most Potions classes, Kurt found it best to just tune out the monotone droning of Professor Scheuster.  Kurt would quickly and easily finish the class assignments so as not to raise suspicion, before slipping out his new/old textbook and begin either note taking or potion making of his own accord.

He was a Slytherin after all.

When he first was sorted into the house, Kurt was personally affronted that he wasn’t a Ravenclaw like his mother had been.  His father had then pointed out how resourceful, determined and ambitious he was, Kurt really couldn’t argue. Well,  did argue with the cunning characteristic, but here he was in class getting away with teaching himself far advanced potion techniques right under his oblivious professor’s nose.

So maybe he was in the right house after all.

Kurt was just in the middle of reading the part of the chapter where it was extolling the various uses of boomslang skin -  the one in polyjuice potion  was most fascinating to Kurt. 

That’s when it happened.

He heard a scuffle behind him, as well as some muttered curses and a few clattering sounds as someone’s table got upended and items fell to the floor.  Just as Kurt turned his head, he saw a flash of green, then yellow and then purple and then:

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

When the smoke had finally cleared, a foul stench had filled the air and Kurt felt a sticky, slimy substance start to ooze from his head down the back of his robes.  Oh god, it was gross.

Professor Scheuster groaned.  “Is anyone injured?”

As the ooze began to tingle, then burn down the back of his neck, Kurt quickly raised his hand and at the same time he heard behind him:

“I think I may have to go to see the school matron -  I mean nurse . .”

“It’s Madame Pillsbury, you twat,” another voice behind Kurt sneered.

Kurt  looked over his shoulder and saw the new Ilvermony transfer student covered in the same slime, though mostly on his face and yellow robes.  The boy’s eyes were screwed shut, his dark, curly hair matted with the dark greenish goo.  Kurt could only hope whatever got on the both of them didn’t get in his eyes.

“Professor,” Kurt piped up. “I need to see the matron as well.  Something is burning down my neck.  I can take him.”

The potions master nodded and waved off the rest of the students as he began to cast air purifying charms in the space. “Go, go, Hummel.  The rest of you, just finish the reading and we’ll continue on this next time. Don’t forget I want  2 feet of parchment next time on the uses of the alihotsy plant.  We will be working with Professor Longbottom in the greenhouses next class harvesting what we need for your next potion.”

The rest of the class began muttering and sighing as they shuffled out of the room.  Kurt had to cast a quick scourgify on his book bag and robes as well as the transfer student’s. A quick Wingardium Leviosa was muttered to assure they would stay close, before leading the near blind boy towards the stair case that brought students up from the dungeons.

“Thank you,“ the student  mumbled as he slowly walked beside Kurt, slightly shuffling his feet.  “The day was going downhill anyway.  Might as well just add getting doused in whatever this is as a cherry on top of the proverbial shit sundae that is my life.”

Kurt snickered.  “That bad?”

The boy sighed.  “Ever since I got here those guys just won’t let me catch a break.  Yesterday they spelled my shoes to stay stuck to the floor of my bedroom.  I was nearly late to my first classes because it took me forever to get them loose.  Fucking Slytherins,” he muttered under his breath

Kurt tensed up next to him.  “Well, that sort of house animosity is frowned upon -  you do know that Headmistress  Sylvester herself is a Slytherin.”

Blaine, mumbled quickly to back track.  “I’m sorry .  . .I don’t mean all of them are like that. Its just. . .well, if there are any guys here at the school who would be walking stereotypes of what we all read about Slytherins in the states - it would be those two. “

Kurt couldn’t disagree.  “I’m sorry they haven’t been nice to you.  Some of the old families are just too damn stubborn and stuck in their ways.  That sort of mode of thinking is outdated -  a superiority of one house over another - the 'purity of blood' myth - it’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, they’ve been on my case about that a lot too.  Not to my face, more like under their breath, but they make sure they are loud enough for me to hear it.  My dad is a No-Maj . . I, uh you call them Muggles . . . so . .”

“Mine too.”

“Oh,” Blaine gave Kurt a sad smile.  “I hope they don’t give you trouble about not being a pureblood.”

“I’d like to see them try," sniffed Kurt.  “I am a prefect.  They mostly stay out of my way because of that.”

“Lucky, “ Blaine told him.  “I wish I could be one too if that’s the case.  Right now it’s hard enough being a new student from another country and all the . . .”

Blaine’s statement was cut short as his shoe caught a  notch in the stone floor and he lost his balance, tipping forward.  Flailing his arms to try to keep his balance,  he yelped, trying to reach out to find something to hold on to to stop his downward descent.

And unfortunately, the only thing around was Kurt.

Blaine grasped  Kurt’s robe tugging so sharply that Kurt fell down along with him, maneuvering just enough to protect Blaine’s face from contacting first with the stone beneath them. Both boys toppled over, but didn’t hit the floor, and found themselves suspended over the hard surface by just a few inches.

Blaine had ended up falling right on top of Kurt, who nose was then bombarded with the scent of newly ground cinnamon, fresh raspberries and parchment paper.  Kurt’s heart started racing. He was positive that was the exact combination he inhaled when he attempted a small test batch of Amortentia in the prefect’s bathroom last week.

“Are . . are you ok?” Kurt whispered, trying not to have a mental freak out from having an extremely cute boy (Kurt wasn’t blind, he’d been keeping tabs on Blaine ever since he first walked into the Great Hall to be sorted months ago.) lying right on top of him in the middle of the school corridor.

“Um, yeah, “ Blaine quietly said back, turning a slightly red as he realized what he had landed on.  “Oh god . . I’m so sorry . . .I, um, I should . .”

“You both should get up,“ a snarky voice told them.  “Kurt, I doubt the Headmistress would approve of doing the horizontal mambo with your pocket sized pal here in full view of the rest of the school.”

“Ooooh, you’ve found another dolphin, Kurt!” another voice followed in response.

“Dolphin?” Blaine asked as he felt himself hauled back to his feet.

“Don’t ask,” Kurt muttered under his breath. “Just go with it.”

“And you’re welcome . . . “ 

Kurt rolled his eyes as he turned to his fellow Slytherin prefect.  “Yes, thank you for the cushioning charm, Santana.”

“Thank you, “ Blaine said as he reached out forward trying to find Kurt. “I’m grateful not to fall on my face.”

Santana smirked as she saw Kurt gently take Blaine’s hand and turn him in the right direction. “De nada, short stuff.  We’ll be seeing you around.” Santana took hold of her girlfriends’s hand and started to lead her in the opposite direction.

“If you happen to find my diricawl,” Brittany called out to them as they walked away.  “Let me know!”

*****

As Kurt led Blaine into the infirmary, Blaine leaned closer to ask, “And what’s a diricawl?  Should I be worried?  Will it explode?”

Kurt chuckled.  “I certainly hope not.  But with Brittany you can never be sure exactly what she’s talking about. She’s sweet though and means well.  She’s a Hufflepuff too, in case you run in to her in your common room.”

A small shriek suddenly alerted them to Madame Pillsbury’s presence.  She nearly fainted when she walked into the Infirmary and saw the boys waiting there patiently covered in the viscous goo, some of it dripping off their heads and onto her pristine floor.

The next few hours were a blur of charms and chants, and maybe a few softly muttered swears from both Kurt and Madame Pillsbury.

But after the burn healing paste did its work and the last Leniter Emundare was uttered, Blaine finally felt brave enough, with the prodding from the matron, and soft encouragement from Kurt, to finally open his eyes.

He blinked a few times to get used to the lights, or rather candle light.  They must have been there for quite some time. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Great,“ Blaine began, turning to address his classmate. “I . .”

Blaine’s voice caught in his throat.  It was him.

The boy in his Advanced Potions class that Blaine had never had the courage to approach.  

He was there. 

He was the one Blaine had been talking to this whole time. 

He was beautiful.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, a smile blooming on his face.

“Hi,“ Kurt replied, a slight blush dusting his cheek. “I’m so glad you're OK.”

“I’m glad you’re OK too.  Thank you for bringing me to the infirmary,” Blaine said “You didn’t have to.”

Kurt hummed.  “Well, I did want to prove that all of us Slytherins aren’t all that bad.”

Blaine turned bright red and groaned in embarrassment.  “Oh god, I’m so sorry about that earlier,” he sighed.  “I’m an idiot.  Forgive me?”

Kurt’s smiled again.  He couldn’t deny that Blaine’s puppy dog eyes and sad pout wasn’t melting his heart just a bit.  “All is forgiven,“ he said.

That smile.  What Blaine wouldn’t give to have Kurt smiling at him like that all the time.   A warm, bubbly feeling  in his stomach began to bloom, soon then followed by the quick beating of his heart as he stared into Kurt’s blue eyes.  He half wondered if there were some unknown effects from that last potions mishap.

Madame Pillsbury broke into their small intimate moment with another shriek.  “What is that?!”

Kurt and Blaine followed her gaze to see an odd sort of looking bird creature rooting it’s stubby beak amongst the matron’s perfectly stacked piles of bandages and upending the gleaming shelf filled with jars of unguents and bottles of elixirs.  The bird squawked loudly as it saw the school matron run towards it, her hands waving around as she tried to scare the creature out of her infirmary.

The mysterious bird quickly uttered yet another squawk before disappearing suddenly with a loud pop.  It reappeared a few seconds later right in Blaine’s lap.  The bird looked up at Blaine with soft, dark eyes and cooed, nuzzling its head into Blaine’s robes.

“Out!  Out!” shrieked Madame Pillsbury as she began to fuss and re-organize the mess the bird had made of her healing supplies.  “Out and take that bird with you!”

Kurt groaned and grabbed their book bags while Blaine, with his arms wrapped carefully around the bird , hopped off the examination table.  Both boys quickly ran out of the Infirmary before the school matron could get more upset with them.

Rounding the corner of the nearest corridor, Blaine collapsed onto the floor.  Kurt soon joined him, his back resting against the stone wall.  They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Oh god, Kurt, “ Blaine asked as he watched the bird creature seem to snuggle down into his lap.  “What is this thing?  And what on earth do we do with it?”

Kurt snickered.  “I think it really likes you,” he teased Blaine.

The bird cooed again as it laid it’s head on Blaine’s chest.  Kurt could swear the thing was giving Blaine the biggest heart eyes an animal could manage.

“It really, really likes you.” Kurt couldn’t help it -  he snorted loudly.

Blaine sighed. “At least one thing likes me at this school.”

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure, “Kurt said, his eyes twinkling. “I think there might be someone else who might be interested in you as well.”

“Oh, is that so?” Blaine said, a grin again playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I have it on good authority.  Prefect’s honor.” Kurt murmured as he nudged Blaine’s shoulder with his own.

“Come on, “ Kurt held out his hand and hauled Blaine to his feet.  “Let’s go find Brittany.  I’m pretty sure this is what she and Santana have been searching the corridors for.”

Blaine secured the bird under one arm and held out his free hand to Kurt. 

“Promise not to lose me?  I’m still getting used to all these corridors and moving staircases and all.”

“Don’t worry,” said Kurt as they intertwined their fingers.  “I’m never saying good bye to you.”

*******

END NOTES:

1.)I made up a spell bc I really think a scourgify seemed a bit harsh to use in an infirmary.  Especially when thinking about cleaning wounds and delicate organs like eyes.  So I created this:  leniter emundare -  which supposedly means gently cleanse (Latin)

I don’t know Latin, so I used Google translate.  I apologize if its incorrect!

2.) Yeah, poor Blaine, as an older student transfer (yeah, in my AU that can happen!) got sorted with all the first years. Leave it up to Headmistress Sylvester to enjoy the embarassment of any older students and had that happen instead of sorting them privately in her office.

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

[cursedvaultss]

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them OC: Adela "Della" Everhart

Della is an American witch, working for the MACUSA during the 1920s and 30s. She investigated Grindlewald's actions during his rise to power. She spent some time undercover as a singer in a speakeasy frequented by Grindlelwald's followers. In Ilvermony, Della was sorted into Thunderbird. She enjoys singing and a stiff drink.

More info to follow...

[myadmiringmind]

Thunderbird House

Ilvermorny Masterlist

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(All photos found on Pinterest)

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Founded by Chadwick Boot

Favors Adventurers

Represents the Soul

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How I see Thunderbirds:

Deja Vu

I believe they’re old souls

They yearn for adventure and discovery

They are always asking “What else is there?”

They want to make memories

Love language: Quality Time

They find it hard to stay on track because of all the things they are thinking about

Love to make up stories

I think they go more for the Fantasy genre

But I can also see them being history lovers

Pirates, dragon riders, sailors

They want to try stuff out even if they know they shouldn’t but they’re just super curious

Knows better but wants to make dumb decisions

But finds it ridiculous if others do stupid stuff

If they don’t feel that connection with you they’re dissatisfied

They try to read people after they first meet them

Not good at expressing emotions

They feel deeply though

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edited on 04/30/24

[the-wandering-archer]

Some sortings of British wizards at the American school of Ilvermorny

Harry Potter: Thunderbird/Wampus

Hermione Granger: Horned Serpent

Ronald Weasley: Wampus

Ginny Weasley: Wampus

Luna Lovegood: Pukwudgie

Neville Longbottom: Pukwudgie

Draco Malfoy: Wampus

Cedric Diggory: Wampus

Fred Weasley: Thunderbird

George Weasley: Thunderbird

Seamus Finnigan: Wampus

Dean Thomas: Pukwudgie

Cho Chang: Pukwudgie/Thunderbird

Percy Weasley: Horned Serpent

Lavender Brown: Pukwudgie

Pavarti Patil: Thunderbird

Padma Patil: Horned Serpent

Severus Snape: Horned Serpent

Minerva Mcgonagall: Horned Serpent

Albus Dumbledore: Thunderbird

Newt Scamander: Thunderbird

Molly Weasley: Wampus

Arthur Weasley: Pukwudgie

Lily Evans: Horned Serpent

James Potter: Wampus

Sirius Black: Thunderbird

Remis Lupin: Puckwudgie

Peter Pettigrew: Puckwudgie

Tom Riddle: Horned Serpent

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Fact about William Lee ( HPMA) :

•he is so son of Barnaby Lee and Moona Lee ( nee Drawn)

• William been sorted in Hufflepuff but if he were in ilvermony he would be sorted to Thunderbird

•He live in the Hampshire with his parents in a big manor that her mother inherited from her father. They turn it into a great place where each magical creatures can live and William grow up surrounded by animals and magical beasts

• He is the grandson of Deatheaters ( on his father side ) but doesn't know it because his father Barnaby lee keeps it as secret from him.

• His patronus is a capuchin monkey 🐒

• The happiest memory her remember for creat his patronus is : each moment he take care of animals and moment he share with Liam Whitlock-Kim

•Liam Whitlock-Kim ( @chirithy564 ) was his first and only friends before Hogwarts, since they are toddlers the two are inseparable and planning shenanigans together.

• before Hogwarts he been homeschooled by his mother, he tried muggle school but the kids found him too weird so he never really had real contact with people of his age except Liam Whitlock-Kim.

• like his mother He is a big fan Newt Scamander.

• He found LOTR's books ridiculous saying it's a absurd way how muggle see magic to the big displeasure of his friend Marnie Sallow ( @chirithy564 )

•His full name is William Tiberius Lee, his mother named him like this based on William Shakespeare ( her favorite muggle author) and Tiberius ( William maternal grandfather).

• William have a great appetite , he love sneaking in the Hogwarts kitchen for taking some snacks

•William have a great talent for playing music ( like His ancestors Orson Drawn ) his can play piano 🎹, 🪈 flûte, guitare, harp , he even can sing and he go to Hogwarts became a member of the frog choir.

• William LOVE go outside and rolling in the grass XD no wonder if he is full of dirt after that.

•his favorite shop to hogshead : Zonko and honeydukes and on diagon alley : Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

•his Bathing schedule is once every four days

• He is a very untidy person and that irritated his roommate and friend, Daniel Page.

• He shares a big rivalry with Fischer Frey who also have a crush on Lorelei Sanders.

• His Godmother is Teresa Grim who from him offer the best birthday present ever.

•he hide many little animals under his bed in the dormitory.

•he have pen-pal who studying in Castlebruxo and wish he could visit this school ( his friends were afraid about him leaving Hogwarts but promise it won't happen)

• each summer and each night he practice dance moves for inviting Lorelei Sanders to dancing , each dance with her is each minutes in paradise ☺️💕

•Cassandra vole and the Frey brothers call him "The Ape 🦧" but it doesn't bother him at all XD.

• he feel in love with Lorelei Sanders during the year 1 they officially became a couple at the end of the Intercontinental Wizard's Cup at year 4 .

•He become the adopted father of a baby dragon he called "Willy Jr" until Shouren took the baby with him...he still miss his baby...

• he wear earrings.

•How look William bedroom to Hogwarts with all animals plush 🧸⬇️

• William is not considered at the" sharpest knife in the drawer" but it happens he can have brilliant idea.

• Never insult one of his friends of hurt a animal in front of him !

[art7crafts]

The Ilvermony Uniforms:

Just the uhh base?:

With the blazer thingy:

With the robes:

Quodpot/atlethic uniform:

There's no exact hogwarts: Ilvermony house but I looked at the represents and favours and decided that Horned Serpent was close enough to Ravenclaw (Blue), Thunderbird to Slytherin (Green), Pukwudgie and Hufflepuff (Yellow) and Wampus to Gryfindor (Purple instead of red bc I made that a secondary sort of colour; primary being the blakish blue in the pics)

And yeah the first two pic looks anything like school uniforms? Not at all but I'm dead so yeah these are my Ilvermony uniform reference sheets or whatever idek atp

I was editing one of my WIPs which has the marauders traveling to Ilvermony for the Triwizard tournament and was going through my Ilvermony notes when I saw that I didn't have any actually uniforms for Ilvermony.

And how fine would it have been to j say they didn't have a uniform, alike to many US schools?

But ofc I only realised that now, after I've made a uniform for the 4 houses

Why did I j think of it now?? Would have saved me days and days of working on a too rough design for clothing so I have visual aid when describing the uniform??

Why do I torture myself so so much???

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