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[potionboy3]

A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding CHAPTER 4

“I have no doubt that a thorough investigation will yield results and secure Alderly’s future,” Quincey said. “I do believe our fortunes are about to change.”

Go read the wonderful story @gaygryffindorgal is posting about Dawn and Quincey’s festive adventures ❤️

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A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding

Chapter 3: The Princess and the Ogre

Summary: Royal protocol threatens to dictate everything about Dawn and Quincey's wedding. Olympia's charity play faces obstacles.

Words: 3k

Characters:

Dawn Harvelle and Evander Alderly @potionboy3

Quincey and Olympia Alderly, Tess Brandon

Gaia Alden by @cursed-herbalist

Also featuring:

Pandora Lovelace & Nymeria Lee by @gcldensnitch, Jimmy Crouch, Maxim Raeburn, Rosa Yaxley & Evan Harvelle by @potionboy3, Rocky Weasley by @magicallymalted

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Want to read the first fic in the series, A Christmas Prince? Click here!

Chapter 3: The Princess and the Ogre

“Your Majesties, Your Highness,” said Evander. He had a distinct look of dishevelment about him that Dawn had not expected to see.

Quincey’s personal security guard had already stepped in, ready to escort Evander out of the premises.

“It’s alright, Mr. Flitwick,” said Quincey. “He appears to be in no shape to do us any further harm.”

“Queen Isabella,” said Evander. “Merry Christmas.”

“What is it you want, Evander?” asked the queen.

“I know I deserve to be met with such hostility,” Evander continued. Dawn’s dad and Tess had made their way next to Dawn, as if to serve as his personal guard. Dawn thought it was kind of cute. Tess whispered: “Is this the bloke who…”

“Who tried to steal Quincey’s crown? Yes,” Dawn whispered back.

“Frankly, I’m amazed to see your face here, cousin,” said Quincey.

“After the… unfortunate incident last Christmas, I lost almost everything I had,” Evander explained.

“Just desserts!” Olympia chimed in.

“I don't expect you to forgive me,” said Evander. “But I wanted to say I'm sorry, and Merry Christmas…”

The entire family was looking at Evander in something of a shock. This was the last thing Dawn had expected and he was willing to bet it had not crossed the minds of anyone else in the room, either.

“And congratulations,” finished Evander, looking at Dawn and Quincey now with an expression that could almost be described as genuine. “To you both.”

He turned to leave, and Quincey stepped forward. “Wait.”

Evander stopped in his tracks, turning back to face the king. Quincey sighed and said: “I don't know how you'll ever regain our trust. But we're still family. And it's Christmas.”

Olympia looked like she was about to punch some sense into her brother. Dawn exchanged looks with his dad and aunt.

“He may stay,” Quincey told the head of security and Evander looked seemingly relieved.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Olympia might actually murder you.”

Evander looked at Olympia who scowled. It seemed forgiveness didn’t come to her as easily as her brother, though Dawn wasn’t sure where all this goodwill on Quincey’s part was coming from.

~

Queen Isabella exchanged a few words with his wayward nephew, who then hovered awkwardly near the tree but didn’t touch any of the decorations. A passing waiter gave him a mug of steaming hot glühwein. Dawn decided to go over and see what he was really up to.

“Count Evander,” he said as he approached.

“Mr. Harvelle,” he replied. “Or Your Highness, soon enough.”

“What brought you to us on this… fine December evening?” Dawn asked.

“I knew you would all be together, and I thought: what better time to make my apologies?”

“I guess,” said Dawn, squinting his eyes.

“I know you don’t like me or trust me, but I’m not here to cause any trouble,” said Evander. “I’m just trying to make things right between me and my family.”

“It’s my family too, now, so if you try any shit–,” started Dawn but Evander stopped him on his tracks: “I won’t. I don’t want to go against you and my dear cousins ever again. The first round was quite humiliating enough.”

Dawn was a little pleased to hear it but hoped it wasn’t too obvious. “Quincey’s right, Olympia might actually kill you.”

“Yes, I imagine obtaining her forgiveness might be a little too optimistic.”

~

As the evening went on and the tree began to look sufficiently decorated, Evander had gained enough ground to sit on one of the couches and talk about his past year. He and his mother Amelia had a falling out and that had resulted in her cutting off all the money. It must have been a blow, but Dawn found it hard to sympathize with a count when it came to these things.

“So, what did you do?” asked Tess.

“Well, I moved to a more… modest housing arrangement,” Evander explained. “Oh, and I sold my car, that one was… difficult.”

Dawn rolled his eyes, but Tess chuckled and said: “It must have been.”

Evan sat next to Dawn and said under his breath: “Should we be worried about that one?”

“I’m always worried about Evander,” Dawn replied.

“Maybe I should kick his ass?”

Dawn laughed quietly. “Oh my god, dad.”

“I would probably lose.”

“No, you’d totally win.”

“Win what?” asked Quincey, walking up to them.

“Fist fight against Evie,” Dawn explained.

Quincey seemed to think about it for a while and then said: “You would definitely win.”

Evan grinned and Dawn smiled but then his expression turned more serious, and he asked: “Why did you let him stay?”

Quincey shrugged. “I think everyone deserves a second chance.”

~

Everything went mostly without an incident although Olympia did throw a glass bauble at Evander when he dared to laugh at Tess's joke too merrily in her presence. Dawn thought it was funny, but the queen informed them all that the bauble had been a gift from the American ambassador and now he would wonder why it doesn’t feature in any of the royal photographs.

Back in his bridal suite™️, Dawn exchanged a few messages with his friends back home. Well, back in Bristol since this was home now. It was late, too late, with Dawn’s early morning looming threateningly in the horizon.

the bristol squad; panda: wait cunt evander is back?? panda: NO panda: COUNT panda: autofill1!!! maxim: oh my god rocky: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 dawn: where’s the lie panda: it was a typo nym: no it wasn’t jimmy: it was a freudian slip

Just when Dawn was putting his phone away, he heard a knock on his door. He crept out of bed, wondering whether it was Evander, come to assassinate him. Suddenly it made perfect sense why he had come back, acting all humble and apologetic. He certainly had some devious plan to kill Dawn and get the throne. Just in case, Dawn picked up a decorative candelabra on his way to the door. When he opened and was instead faced with Quincey, dressed in his pajamas and a fancy dressing gown, he hid the makeshift weapon behind his back and smiled.

“Quince!”

“What were you going to do with that?” the king asked, half puzzled half amused.

“Defend myself, of course, your palace security is lax, I know that from experience.”

“Dear lord…” said Quincey and grabbed Dawn’s face, kissing him. Dawn pulled him into the room and maneuvered the door shut. Quincey took the candelabra from him and deposited it on a nearby side table.

“Jesus, you could have killed someone with that,” he said.

“That was the idea, although I was expecting it to be Evander.”

“Why would Evander come to your rooms at this hour?” Quincey inquired. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“To kill me, of course.”

Quincey laughed. “Of course.”

“Are you allowed to be here?” asked Dawn.

“Well, no, technically not.”

“Ooh, naughty,” Dawn teased.

“But I wanted to see you,” said Quincey with a soft smile.

Dawn, not immune to Quincey’s smile, kissed him and pulled him to bed.

~

The next morning, Dawn was dressed to the nines in the custom made Alderlian wedding outfit insisted upon by the queen. He felt like a complete fraud.

“It’s magnificent,” said Pince.

Rosa was frowning but remained silent.

“I can’t wear this,” said Dawn. He couldn’t even name all the different items of clothing involved.

“You must,” said Rosa. “It’s a symbol of Alderlian continuity.”

“No, it isn’t,” argued Dawn. “I want to talk to Quincey.”

“The king is busy, at the moment,” said Pince. “But I’ll make sure to note down that you want a word with him.”

“He’s going to be my husband and I need to schedule a meeting with him?” Dawn asked. He tried his best to remain calm, but this was all getting ridiculous. He wondered what Quincey was going to wear for the ceremony.

“Help me get this thing off, I need a break,” said Dawn and Rosa rushed to help him remove the outfit. None of it felt right.

~

The kitchens were empty, since it was some time until lunch, but breakfast had long since been served. Tess set a big, steaming cup of tea in front of Dawn and sat opposite to him.

“You’re my hero,” Dawn said.

Tess gave him a smile. “This is all a bit…”

“Much,” finished Dawn and Tess nodded, sagely.

“Have you settled in?” Dawn asked.

“It’s definitely been interesting to spend so much time with Evan, of all people.”

“Are you getting along?”

“Sure, I always liked him,” said Tess.

“That’s a relief,” said Dawn. “I didn’t realize they wouldn’t let me drag you two everywhere with me.”

“We’ll be fine,” Tess reassured him. “I’m just a little worried about you, though.”

Dawn sipped his tea carefully, as to not burn his tongue. “I feel like it's not my wedding. All this pomp and circumstance. It's like, at this point, I'm almost dreading the big day.”

“Marrying into royalty, of course there’s always going be parts of your life that won’t be just your own, but I think there’s a reason why the king fell in love with you, and it wasn’t your complete adherence to rules and protocol,” said Tess.

“Honestly, Tess, I didn’t think I would ever get married, much less married like… well all this,” Dawn said, motioning around vaguely to everything around him. “But shouldn’t it be about… royalty or not, about being with the person I love, with... with all the people that I love there with me?”

“When did you get so wise?” asked Tess.

“I was always wise, you just refused to see it because you were bitter that I put glue in your hair,” said Dawn.

“That’s very true.”

Dawn took a deep breath. “Christmas without mum is always going to be hard. But getting married without her being there…”

“I know,” said Tess. “I always think about her when something big happens in my life. Like when I graduated or when I launched a new tea line.”

“I guess we're both feeling that, huh?”

“I miss her every day,” Tess said.

“Me too.”

“Which reminds me,” said Tess and dug something out of her pocket. “I was supposed to give this to you as part of your wedding gift, but I figured you might need something to watch your back before the big day.”

Tess took Dawn’s hand and put a necklace on his palm. It was clear quartz with a fine leather cord. Dawn remembered seeing it on Tess many times. Dawn’s mum had given it to Tess as a present when she started high school, to bring her luck, and Tess had worn it throughout the years, up until university and beyond.

“I can’t take this,” he said, immediately.

“Yes, you can,” said Tess, and closed Dawn’s fist around the necklace.

“It’s yours.”

“You need it more than me,” said Tess. “I don’t have any big, life altering events in my horizon.”

“Tess…”

“Your mum would want you to have it. I know she would.”

Dawn sighed.

“I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Then…” Dawn started. “Thank you.”

He pulled the necklace over his head and maybe it was in his head, but it did bring him comfort. It made him feel like everything was going to be alright.

“She’d be proud of you, you know,” said Tess.

“Would she?”

“Yes. So proud.”’

~

On the car ride to Olympia’s dress rehearsal, Dawn got a rundown of The Tale of Princess Froon.

“It’s a folktale,” Olympia explained to Dawn, Evan, and Tess, but mostly Evan. “The original is much more brutal than the version told to children. Kind of like Grimm’s fairytales. A fair maiden who granted Santa Claus his magical powers, sounds wholesome, no?”

“Very,” said Evan.

“Princess Froon was coveted for her ability to grant magical powers. One day she was captured by a big, hairy ogre named Grundel…”

“Like Shrek!” said Dawn.

“No, nothing like Shrek. Grundel traps Princess Froon inside a castle made of ice…”

“Like Frozen?” Dawn tried again.

“Not at all like Frozen, Dawn, shut up. Grundel was going to eat her for breakfast, when his pet turtle…”

“Turtle?” asked Dawn. He couldn’t resist.

“Yes. His turtle found a little baby in the woods. And when he brings the baby to the castle, she cares for it and nurses it back to health. Her kindness melts the ogre's heart, and he falls in love with her.”

“The end?” asked Dawn and Olympia threw a piece of confectionery at him.

“No,” she continued. “The ogre sets the princess free, so then she turns the baby into Santa Claus. And she kisses the ogre to say goodbye and thank you, and he turns into a dashing knight in shining armor. The end.”

“And it's all true?” asked Evan.

“Obviously.”

“Fair enough,” Dawn said.

“Honestly, it’s not any less mad than strange women lying in ponds distributing swords as a basis for a system of government…,” mused Evan.

“Who's playing the ogre slash knight in shining armor?” asked Dawn.

“Just the reason for my mother’s ire,” said Olympia. “Her name’s Gaia Alden, the daughter of baron Alden.”

“Oh,” said Dawn. Suddenly it made much more sense why Isabella was so against her daughter taking part in this play.

~

The thing about Olympia’s play was that it was completely put together by amateurs on as low a budget as possible. The entire idea was to collect money for the orphanages of Alderly so the children could have a nice Christmas, complete with a heap of presents. The participation of so many members of the nobility itself had garnered quite a high society crowd. It was all in good fun, for a good cause. Olympia had told Dawn that they’d pretty much done everything themselves from sets to costumes.

“Why must you trap me here, Grundle?” Olympia spoke her line. Dawn was no actor, but he found the princess’s portrayal to be believable enough.

“Your fair beauty hurts my eyes,” said Gaia Alden, donned in the mask of the fearsome ogre. “But that is not why I trap you here. I trap you here because I want your magic!”

“You cannot force me to use it. I must believe in my heart!”

“Then I shall eat you. And your magic shall seep into my flesh and stones!”

There was a brief pause in the action and Dawn, from his front row seat, could see everyone racking their brains for how to handle this.

“I think it's ‘bones’,” Olympia whispered.

“That's what I said, isn't it?” asked Gaia. As an audience member, Dawn would have bought stones hook, line, and sinker. Maybe Grundel was a stone troll.

“Never mind. Let's move on to scene 12.”

“Right, yes,” Gaia said, clearing her throat. She motioned to her prompter and had a brief discussion with him. Just as the director was about to call action, everything went dark. For a minute, Dawn suspected a blackout but then his phone buzzed. It was Quincey calling.

“Hey,” he replied.

“Dawn,” Quincey said. “The unions are calling for a general strike. Are you still at the theater?”

“Yeah, we’re here,” said Dawn, keeping an eye on Olympia, who was frantically discussing with Gaia and some others of her theatrical troupe.

“The theater workers are also going on strike, in solidarity,” said Quincey. “I’m afraid the performance is cancelled.”

“What? Does O know?”

“I have to go,” said Quincey. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Quincey hung up and Dawn was left staring at his phone, flabbergasted.

“O!” he called out, climbing up on the stage. “What’s going on?”

“I wish I knew,” said Olympia.

“It looks like the play is cancelled, Your Highness,” said Gaia, going through her phone, probably looking at news.

“Maybe they’ll get everything figured out before–,” Dawn started.

“The premiere’s tomorrow,” said Olympia. Dawn decided not to question why he hadn’t been made aware of this, same as many other things going on in Alderly.

“I’m sorry, Olympia,” said Gaia. “You made a brilliant Princess Froon.”

“Fuck,” said Olympia.

“C’mon, O,” said Dawn. “It’s going to be alright.”

“People are going to want their tickets refunded,” Olympia said. “But we used most of the money already. On the kids.”

Dawn put a hand on Olympia’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this out. Come on, we have to go before your security detail thinks Miss Alden and I kidnapped you.”

“That would be bad,” said Gaia.

“Alright,” Olympia sighed, and they headed out of the theater hall.

~

“Merry Christmas, your highnesses,” said Gaia once they were outside. “For what it’s worth, I'm sorry we won’t be able to do the play. It was fun.”

Olympia smiled. “You made a brilliant ogre, Gaia,” she said.

“Thanks…?”

“And an even better knight in shining armor,” the princess added, taking both of Gaia’s hands in hers and leaning in to kiss her cheek. Something about the gesture made Dawn avert his eyes. Gaia left in her own car and Dawn and Olympia entered theirs.

“Fucking hell,” Olympia said.

“Can the crown pay the refunds?” asked Dawn.

“Not easily.”

“Well… shit.”

“Mother did tell me not to do this,” Olympia said, leaning her head back against the leather seat.

Dawn thought about all the hard work Olympia had put into making this play happen and an idea began to formulate in his mind. “Most of your crew is just your friends and peers, right?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“What if we did the play at the palace?” Dawn suggested.

“What?”

“What if we just cleared room and put up a stage for the play so then you wouldn’t have to refund?”

Olympia seemed to think about it for a moment. Eventually, she said: “It could work.”

“Yeah?”

“I think it might. Oh my god, I’m texting the idea to the guys right now,” she said and took out her phone, starting to type. Dawn grinned. Maybe the Christmas play could still be saved, but then there was still the country.

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[cursed-herbalist]

DAY 1 OF HPPE23 | OLIA(?) + coffeeshop Hosted by @gaygryffindorgal —

When Gaia moves to Paris for her new job, she doesn't know her friend Dawn Harvelle has plans for her as well. Coming to visit, she meets him at the cute little café she frequents. But instead of showing up alone, he's accompanied by the blonde girl Gaia had seen so many times before at the café: Olympia Alderly. As much as he tries to deny it, it is obvious Dawn is trying to set the two up. His intuition isn't wrong, as the girls hit it off immediately and so, night after night, the girls meet up at the café to share their lives and a bottle of wine.

Cast: Dawn Harvelle @potionboy3, Olympia Alderly @gaygryffindorgal

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thea and olympia alderly for the crack ship ask game!

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖆 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝕺𝖑𝖞𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖆 𝕬𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖞

⤷ crack ship ask game: send me a non-canon ship between our characters and i’ll make some content!

[endlessly-cursed]

MA- Naila of Alderly

"𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩."

Name: Naila Mabel Rosalee of Alderly

Nicknames: TBD

Birthdate: 28th of November, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: British

Physical Appearance

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Height: 1.68m

Weight: 65kg

Body Type: Tall, slender

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): She'll acquire many

Background

Hometown

Naila grew up in a country estate, neighbouring her cousins Quincey and Olympia, whom she vacationed on occasion, though she wasn't around much on their lives due to keep the magic hush-hush, since her father asked her to, given the prejudice against magic users. Nevertheless, she got a top-notch education and was among the elites, her father being among the wealthiest men in the wizarding and muggle world.

She also liked from time to time to spend time with her other cousins from the Dubois family, especially Yvonne, whom she favoured over her entitled and cruel cousin Lucille. The three women spent a lot of time together, although, being young and unaware, they kind of left Lucille out of it...

Family

Mother: Ophelie Brunhilda of Alderly, neé Dubois

A sweet, youthful spirit, she was Naila's role model and caretaker, and often told stories of the Dubois and the lineage full of strong women who made it through incredibly tough situations. One day, when Naila turned sixteen, she found her mother's body, having been brutally murdered, alongside her room and office destroyed. This'd draw her to her next adventure... a dangerous one.

Father: George Elyan Victor of Alderly

Having grown up with a troubled father and a reserved mother, he toughened up from a young age and only Ophelie broke through his walls, and with her, he built a small but stable empire that hurt nobody. Until, one day, his wife was brutally murdered. He closed himself off and swore that he'd take an eye for an eye, for only Ophelie could've stopped him. But she was no longer there, and thus he only knew rage and vengeance, which led him to neglect emotionally his only child.

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Class: Class, Astronomy and DADA

Worst Class: History of Magic

Boggart: Rowan's body, being killed the exact same as her mother

Riddikulus: Rowan gets up and starts complaning

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Going to Disneyland Paris as a girls' trip with her mother when she was 10, after having been accepted at the same school as her mother

Mirror of Erised: Her mother being proud of her, being close to her father again and living her life with Rowan

Amortentia (what she smells like): Coco Chanel nº4 perfume, red velvet cake, cherry-flavoured lipstick and freshly made pasta

Amortentia (what she smells): Something related to Rowan

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

16-18: Disbander of the cult 'Saviours of Cingerix'

19-34: CEO of Ophelie's Cosmetics

35-78: Head of model agency 'Le Costume du Alderly'

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Finding her mother's killers, Rowan's safety, get justice done and wear the perfect outfit

Strengths: Strong-willed, passionate, even-keeled, good humoured and insightful

Weaknesses: Proud, stubborn, petty and rich kid privilege

Stressed: Around the cultists

Calm/Comforted: Around cats, on Rowan's arms

Favorites

Colors: Pink, black, yellow and white pink

Weather: Partially cloudy

Hobbies: Reading, horse-riding (specifically polo), tennis and cosmetics

Fashion: Naila dresses in a 90% pink variant palette, sometimes adding a bit of black and white, and always looks fashionable

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Rowan Luther-Snyde ( @hphmmatthewluther )

They were both from the same side, until her mother's death brought them together as crime-solving partners. They worked surprisignly well, and both soon became very close, close enough to slowly develop feelings.

However, disbanding a cult from the inside was not the best place to develop a love story, and both went through many tribulations which constantly put Naila and Rowan in danger, some of them near-death experiences.

It also caught up with their last years of Hogwarts, and studying while all else wasn't easy at all. In fact, Naila's grades were affected for most part. But all's well that ends well.

After disbanding the cult, Naila and Rowan got together officially and dated shortly before graduation. For many years, they stayed together without ever marrying one another, both not seeing it necessary.

When they were both in their late thirties, they welcomed their first child, Sophie, who was their entire world.

Friends: Quincey, Olympia and Evander Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal and @potionboy3 )

They're cousins. More TBA

Naila looks up to her and sees them as a role model. More TBA

They're cousins as well. She doesn't approve of what he did when they were younger, but after he becomes duke, she starts having a good relationship with him. More TBA

Rivals: Maverick Harlow (great-great-grandfather)

Maverick is an immortal wizard who followed the cult of his deceased wife, Tallulah La Rossa, after she was defeated by Belladonna Gaunt in the French Revolution. He killed his own great-granddaughter-in-law for a ritual, thus setting apart Naila's family. This murder is Naila's catalyst to avenge her mother and review her lifestyle and what she took for granted.

Trivia

She soon became Hogwarts' it girl on year four when she became famous for her pinkstatic outfits

She had a privileged education, being trained in dressage, courtly dances, six languages (Spanish, German, French, Swedish and ofc English) history, fencing, badminton, muay thai, playing the harp and piano, fancy cruisine, hot couture and royal etiquette

The hobby she loved most and started to develop soon was sculpture, and made some impressive sculptures

She also has a powerful singing voice, although rarely sings unless it's very helpful or benefitial

Her idols are Elizabeth Taylor, Britney Spears and Sofía Vergara

She absolutely loves old Hollywood and some of her favourite films are from the era. The non-English actress that she liked most was María Félix in 'Doña Diabla' 1949

She hates being told what to do or be given orders, which has led to many arguments with teachers and all kinds of adults

She likes Latine music better than most of English music personally

Her references are Elle Woods, Kat Stratford and Blair Waldorf

Her favourite singers are Becky G and Lana del Rey

[potionboy3]

A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding CHAPTER 3

“Honestly, Tess, I didn’t think I would ever get married, much less married like… well all this,” Dawn said, motioning around vaguely to everything around him. “But shouldn’t it be about… royalty or not, about being with the person I love, with... with all the people that I love there with me?”

Go read the wonderful story @gaygryffindorgal is posting about Dawn and Quincey’s festive adventures ❤️ (gaia belongs to @cursed-herbalist)

[gaygryffindorgal]

Gimme Olympia content pls 🥹🤲🏼

ask and ye shall receive;

send me an oc of mine that you think is under appreciated and i’ll make some new content for them

[gaygryffindorgal]

happy international non-binary people's day!

i wanted to make a quick little edit to celebrate before i go out for the day!

featuring;

roe malinda, she/he/they

max avery, she/they

olympia alderly, she/they

[gaygryffindorgal]

hppe23: day 06, family

jacob malinda, verna malinda, and farrow raeburn

ares and leda gaunt

gabriel grimm and viveka raeburn

quincey and olympia alderly

farrow and viveka belong to @potionboy3

[gaygryffindorgal]

every squad got the...

tax evader: pandora lovelace @gcldensnitch

guy who screams "it's time to duel!!" in any situation: dawn harvelle @potionboy3

manic pixie dream girl: rosa yaxley @potionboy3

dilf in training: rocky weasley @magicallymalted

communist: quincey alderly

male thot enemy of the state: declan rovere @potionboy3

hot topic employee: nymeria lee @gcldensnitch

avid sofia the first watcher: evander alderly @potionboy3

this one just trying her best: jupiter durand @cursed-herbalist

influencer slash war criminal: roe malinda

shady af comebacks: jimmy crouch @potionboy3

finsta baddie: mary ann von deyne @endlessly-cursed

soundcloud rapper: maxim raeburn @potionboy3

catboy: barbara katz

gay wine aunt: olympia alderly

the "normal" one: gwen montague @magicallymalted

hpma version of this post

[gaygryffindorgal]

moodboard meme: olympia + childhood, requested by @cursed-herbalist

super rich kids with nothing but loose ends?

the moodboard meme

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OC X OC Connections; HPMA/Next Gen Edition

Feel free to DM me, reblog this post, or comment if you think our OCs could get along!

SLYTHERIN:

 Roe Malinda, 1997 (MAIN CHARACTER)

Roe is outgoing, friendly, slightly eccentric and a bit aloof

Not extremely popular, though gains attention when dating Declan

They have this little blood malediction that made them accidentally kill their grandmother as a child

His closest friends in canon are Daniel and Ivy, though drama ensues during their friendship

Roe gets along with many different types of people, gravitating more towards extroverted folks as he gets older

Roe is not the most reliable person out there, though she does genuinely care about his friends

Knowingly hooks up with Declan while the latter is still dating Cassanda so not the most moral person out there either

Friends: OPEN

(I know for a fact I’ve discussed Roe being frends with some of yall but I can’t remember so pls comment on this post if I’m leaving you out cause I wanna make sure!)

Maxim Raeburn by @potionboy3

Nymeria Lee by @gcldensnitch​

Rivals/frenemies etc: OPEN

Love Interest: Declan Rovere by @potionboy3

(Nova and Theo are currently not looking for new friends because they're little loner bitches<3)

Edmund "Baby" Quinn, 2002

He used to be best friends with Rome St. James up until year 5, when the two had a falling out

Baby becomes popular, starts hanging out with the cool kids, becomes hot<3<3<3

Pureblood

He's nice, friendly, outgoing, and has this way of making you feel included in any company

Still, he ditched his best friend and didn't try very hard to find out what's wrong with him so.....rip

He's spoiled and a lil out of touch

Friends: OPEN

Stephanie Quinn-Vixen by @endlessly-cursed

Richard Beck by @potionboy3

Rivals/frenemies: OPEN

Love interest: Rome St. James by @potionboy3

HUFFLEPUFF:

Quentin "Quincey" Alderly, 1997

Goes pretty much exclusively by Quincey, don't call him Quentin it makes him uncomfy :(((

He's a prince!!! He hates it!!

A celeb in the Muggle world, has Harry Styles's phone number on speed dial etc.

Muggleborn though has magical blood in his family, going back generations

Quite popular at school, plays Quidditch as a seeker

Is friendly to everyone but doesn't have many close friends, as he's quite guarded as a person despite his seemingly easy-going demeanor

As he gets older he becomes more and more convinced that he doesn't want anything to do with the peerage or the royalty but he also doesn't want Alderly to revert back to the Crown so he's conflicted

Has a cat called Ser Pounce-a-lot

Likes video games

Friends: OPEN

Rivals/frenemies: OPEN

Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3 (Quidditch rivals)

Love interest: Also Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3

Barbara "Barb" Katz, 1997

A ray of sunshine with hidden depths

The only witch in a family of squibs, feels bad about it

Has a tight-knit group of friends, playfully referred to as the Girl Gang but is always open for more friends!

Can be quite blunt with her opinions though usually has your best interests at heart

Very loyal, would never betray your trust

Friends: OPEN

The Girlies, yall know who you are

Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3

Rivals/frenemies: (extremely unlikely that she would have any but if the dynamic is right, I'm not opposed)

Love interest: Hester Gleason-Kearney by @cursebreakerfarrier

RAVENCLAW:

River St. James, 2002

American, wanted to attend Hogwarts cause his family sucks and had the chance because has some relatives in the UK

Muggleborn

Has a twin brother called Rome ( @potionboy3 )

More popular than his brother but kind of difficult to approach

Has his nose buried in a book 99% of the time

Most likely has a small group of friends and some acquaintances but is not extremely social

Respects smart people but has a penchant of thinking he’s always the smartest person in any given room

Competitive

Friends: OPEN

Rivals/frenemies: OPEN

Richard Beck by @potionboy3

Love interest: Also Richard Beck by @potionboy3

OTHER:

Olympia Alderly, 1998

Younger sister of Quincey

goes to Beauxbatons

Is very independent and enjoys doing many things on her own, such as travelling

Asexual but is open for a romantic relationship if the right person comes along

Is quite good at making friends but doesn’t often let anyone too close

Olympia would most prefer to have casual acquaintances to meet up for coffee with, and maybe a few closer friends to confide in

Friends: OPEN

Love interest: tentatively OPEN but keep in mind her sexuality

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family lines; the alderlies (so far...)

tobias menzies and rebecca ferguson as duke thomas of alderly and princess louise of hesse and by rhine

harrison osterfield and gijs blom as prince henry of alderly and elian goldcrest

teresa palmer and jj feild as duchess cora and duke henry of alderly

patrick gibson, sophie nélisse, and astrid s as edward, grace, and kerina of alderly

alexia giordano and patrick gibson as duchess jocelyn and duke edward of alderly

(time jump across a few generations)

elizabeth mitchell and dominic west as duchess isabella alderly and prince stefanos of greece and denmark

nicholas galitzine and hannah van der westhuysen as prince quentin ‘quincey’ and princess olympia of alderly

 nicholas galitzine and nathan bouts as quincey alderly and dawn harvelle

elian and dawn belong to @potionboy3​

cora, grace, and kerina belong to @camillejeaneshphm​​

jocelyn belongs to @endlessly-cursed​

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HPMA AU; A Christmas Prince

Chapter 6: When In Alderly

Summary: The royal family holds a benefit for a local orphanage. Dawn and Olympia have an adventure. Dawn finds himself in danger in more ways than one.

Words: 4.6k

A/N: This chapter has a spicy scene but it’s not explicit. The smut is only implied but if somebody wants it, I can post a bonus chapter.

Characters:

Dawn Harvelle and Evander Alderly by @potionboy3​

Diana Somerset by @endlessly-cursed​

Beginning | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Chapter 6: When in Alderly

The next day Dawn was late to his meeting with Olympia. He was lightly out of breath when he entered the room.

“Dawn!” Olympia greeted him. “Did you run here?”

“Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find socks.”

“Did you pack insufficiently?” asked Olympia.

“Yeah, maybe a little…”

“Hm.”

“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked her.

“How about you decide this time?” Olympia suggested. “What do you normally do?”

“I don’t suppose you have a mall here?”

“Of course we have a shopping center.”

“I don’t suppose we’re allowed to go?”

“No, I’m not supposed to leave, especially with you,” Olympia said.

“People might assume I’m your bae.”

“That would be funny.”

“How about a photoshoot?” Dawn suggested.

“A photoshoot?”

“Yeah, I like photography and a winter-y shoot might be fun to do.”

“Alright,” Olympia agreed. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to choose which pictures you use in your article,” she said matter-of-factly. Dawn froze. Then he laughed nervously.

“Article?” he stammered. “I don’t know–,”

Olympia interrupted him: “I know the truth. I saw this in your room when I was looking for you yesterday.” She showed Dawn his own press pass from the press conference Quincey had been meant to hold when he’d gotten here.

“I…” Dawn didn’t know what to say. He stared at the pass blankly. “I guess I’ll go pack.”

“No,” said Olympia.

“So… the dungeon, then?” Dawn asked.

“No, I’d like you to stay.”

“What?”

“I’d like you to stay and write the article,” Olympia said. “But only if you promise to tell the truth.”

“The truth? Like… that your security kind of sucks?”

Olympia laughed. “Maybe not that. I meant about my brother.”

“Oh…”

“That’s why you’re here, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, will you do it? Write about the real him?”

“I came here for the truth.”

“Good. Then I’ll help you keep your secret.”

“You’re one odd royal.”

“I’ve been told.”

Dawn chuckled, and then suddenly realized something. “Your brother… does he know? Did you tell him?”

“No.”

He felt relief wash over him. “I heard he went missing yesterday morning.”

“Oh yes,” Olympia said. “Was it a good film?”

“Mh, yeah.”

“He told me what happened.”

“It wasn’t a big deal; we just fell asleep…”

“Yeah? Was it supposed to be a big deal?” Olympia asked, quirking an eyebrow.

It wasn’t a big deal, but also it was. It shouldn’t have been, but it was, and Dawn couldn’t explain why.

“Dawn…?”

“No!” Dawn hastily replied. “That’s what I’m saying, the whole debacle was ridiculous.”

“Yeah, welcome to palace life…” Olympia mused but something in her expression had changed. Dawn couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He felt like she had found something out, something Dawn hadn’t realized he was letting her in on.

They ended up having the photoshoot anyway, and Olympia was excited about just about all the photos. She was excited about most things, usually.

~

A couple of days later the whole family got into a motorcade and went to town. Olympia brought Dawn along. The queen and Quincey were holding a charity benefit for a local orphanage. A big crowd had gathered at the square in front of the orphanage, and a stage had been raised for speeches. The Queen, impeccably dressed, was standing on it now, speaking into a microphone:

“Many thanks to all of you for supporting our holiday festival to benefit the children of Saint Joseph's Orphanage. From the day that my husband, King Stefanos, became patron of the orphanage, he always made the closing remarks. And today, to continue this tradition, is my beloved son, and your prince, Quentin.”

She put out her arm to welcome Quincey on the stage, but the stairs remained empty.

“Prince Quentin,” she said again, looking around slightly. The security team looked just as puzzled.

“Oh no…” whispered Olympia next to Dawn, while worried murmurs went through the crowd. People started shouting out questions for Queen Isabella. Will The Prince abdicate? Who will rule the country if he does? The Queen did her best to calm down the crowd.

“He was just over there,” Dawn said. “Where did he go?”

“I think I have an idea,” Olympia said. “Come on.”

~

Olympia led him into the backyard of the orphanage, where a group of older kids were playing in the snow. With them, was a tall man, helping them build a snowman.

“Right, we need some more snow here,” he said. “And we should get some clothes too, like a scarf, and a hat…”

Quincey was standing his back to them, but Dawn recognized him almost instantly. Some of the children ran inside, presumably to look for items of clothing for the snowman they’d built.

“He’s… playing with kids?” Dawn asked. He was surprised that Quincey would shirk his duties again, but this was so much better than giving a speech.

“He always ends up here, every time we do a benefit,” Olympia explained.

The kids returned and dressed the snowman, then all of them stepped back to admire the work of their hands.

“Oh, it looks awesome, good job, everyone,” said Quincey.

“He really cares for these children,” Olympia explained.

“So, soldiers, in your positions,” Quincey was saying, and the kids gleefully formed a line in front of the snowman. He stood next to it and assumed what Dawn believed to be some sort of army pose.

“And now, on a charge of high treason, I hereby condemn this snowman to death by snowball firing squad,” he announced. “Are you ready?”

The kids shouted out their readiness.

“Alright, one, two, three, fire!”

Instead of taking aim at the snowman, all the kids threw their snowballs at Quincey, squealing with joy as he ducked behind the snowman for cover.

“You traitors!” he yelled, laughing.

“Don’t let him go!” one of the boys yelled and they chased him around the yard. Olympia couldn’t hold her laughter in.

“Game on!” Quincey yelled and tried to return fire, but the kids out numbered him by five.

“Get him!” yelled a girl, when one of Quincey’s snowballs hit her in the arm. Then all six of the children ran up to him, tackling him in the snow. Everyone was laughing and Dawn realized he probably should have been filming. He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures.

“For the article,” he told Olympia.

After getting up, Quincey noticed them and came over. He was all covered in snow.

“Oh, hello,” he said, a little out of breath. “Is it time for my speech?”

“You missed it,” said Olympia.

“Oh…”

“I’m sure it would have been great,” said Dawn.

“In that case, I should probably find mother for some damage control,” Quincey muttered. “But first…”

He turned to the kids and told them he’d be back, and they could play again. The kids seemed excited, and he hugged each of them goodbye. Then the three headed back.

“I didn’t think you had this many friends,” said Dawn.

“They happen to think I’m fun and cool.”

“Yes, though maybe not the best soldier?” Dawn asked, laughing.

“I was a little outmatched.”

“They just don’t make knights in shining armour like they used to,” Dawn remarked, and Olympia giggled.

“No, it seems they don’t…”

“Are you really going to come back?” Dawn asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“That’s… sweet.”

“I mean, we're hosting a benefit and I'm fairly certain the kids benefit more from snowball fights than speeches, and they're the ones we're doing this for,” Quincey said. He obviously felt strongly about this. “Not the press, and certainly not some stuck up nobles.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

The Queen wasn’t pleased, but Quincey refused to apologize. Dawn had to admire his conviction. The event came to an end, and they headed back to the castle.

~

The next morning Dawn went up to Olympia’s room before she was up and knocked. A very groggy princess appeared at the door, looking confused.

“Dawn?”

“Get dressed, we’re going out!”

“What?”

“It’s a beautiful morning,” Dawn said cheerily.

“Do I look like I care,” Olympia muttered. “Where’s Gavin?”

“Who?” asked Dawn. “Come on, I have something fun planned out!”

“Ugh, fine, give me two hours.”

“You don’t need that much, just dress warmly.”

“I don’t even have any makeup on,” she argued.

“You don’t need makeup, there won’t be any cameras where we’re going.”

“Where’s that?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Dawn…”

“Just go get warm now, love, I’ll meet you outside in twenty.”

“Fine…”

~

“You ready for some fun?” asked Dawn, after hauling a toboggan up a big hill. Olympia was eyeing it suspiciously.

“We’re going to die,” she said gravely.

“No, we won’t, my dad can’t afford to be sued by your family.” Having Olympia know the truth about him felt like such a big relief. He could be even more himself around her.

She laughed. “Okay, dibs on the front, though.”

“That’s the spirit!”

They got on the toboggan. It was a bit crowded, but they managed.

“Ready?” Dawn asked.

“Absolutely not, but what the hell, let’s do this.”

Dawn pushed the toboggan to move and soon they were gliding down the hill at a speed that made Dawn feel more like flying. Olympia was screaming at the top of her lungs, but she was also laughing. Mostly screaming, though. They ended up in a big pile of snow, with both of them flying from the toboggan and landing in the snow. Dawn couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh my god,” said Olympia amidst her laughter.

“Please tell me you didn’t break your beautiful face,” Dawn asked her and got up. Olympia scrambled up too, seeming mostly unharmed.

“I think I’m fine.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Let’s go again!” said Olympia.

Dawn laughed. “Give me a minute to catch my breath.”

When they headed back up the slope again, Olympia said: “I wish there was a ski lift.”

~

They spent about an hour going up and down the hill, and when they were about to call it quits, Dawn noticed someone on a horse following their activities.

“Is that…?” he started, and Olympia followed his gaze.

“Quincey,” she finished. “He must’ve gone out riding.”

Quincey, having been noticed, urged his horse on and rode towards them.

“That’s Archimedes,” Olympia said. “He was our father’s horse.”

Archimedes was a beautiful black horse. Dawn didn’t know enough about horse breeds to say which he was, but he sure was pretty.

“Cool,” he said. “I, of course, know everything about horses since I do polo.”

Olympia chuckled.

Quincey reached them and jumped down from the saddle. That did something to Dawn but he chose to ignore it.

“Hey, you two,” he greeted them.

“Your Royal Quinceyness,” Dawn said.

“Hi Quince, hi Archimedes,” Olympia said.

“I was about to shove your sister’s face full of snow,” Dawn said.

“Sounds fun,” Quincey smiled.

Olympia threw a snowball at him.

“Hey!”

That started a free-for-all snowball fight. Olympia was the best shot, but Dawn wasn’t going to let that stop him. Quincey looked ridiculous in his fancy riding clothes, dumping snow on his sister’s head. Olympia tackled him and ran for her life. Dawn used to opportunity to take a few photos, until they came back and ganged up on him, which was rather rude, in his opinion. When Dawn was about to retaliate, he stumbled on a branch. Grabbing the closest thing (Quincey’s jacket) they both went hurtling down in the snow. Dawn suddenly had a whole lot of prince on top of him.

“Oh…” he said dumbly.

“Hi,” said Quincey.

Dawn was going to die.

“My apologies,” Quincey continued. They stared at each other for a prolonged moment. Dawn’s heart was beating its way out of his chest.

“Oi! You two! Am I interrupting something?” Olympia called out to them.

“Yes,” said Dawn and grabbed snow into both of his hands, shoving it all into Quincey’s stupid, beautiful face. The prince let out an undignified yelp and rolled off of Dawn. “I just won the snowball fight,” he declared, getting up. Olympia laughed.

“That’s how it’s done!” she whooped.

“That was a low blow,” Quincey said, wiping the quickly melting snow from his face.

“Should we head back for some hot cocoa?” Olympia suggested.

“Yes, that sounds good right about now,” Dawn agreed.

They headed back to Archimedes, Quincey grabbing its reigns to lead him back to the castle.

~

When they reached the castle and got inside, they were met by Miss Pince, some security, and Queen Isabella herself. She did not look pleased.

“Mother,” said Quincey.

“I suppose you think yourselves terribly funny.”

“What?” Quincey asked.

“We’ve been looking for Olympia for over an hour.”

“Mummy, please, we were just–,” Olympia started but Isabella put her finger up.

“Not another word from you,” she said sternly and then turned to Dawn. “Did you not read the instruction manual?”

“I believe walks are allowed,” Dawn said.

“Not outside the palace grounds. One of the groundskeepers told me what you were doing.”

“We were barely outside,” Quincey interjected.

“Outings such as this require a permission from myself or a member of the senior staff,” said The Queen.

“Mother, I’m 24, not 12,” Olympia said, angrily.

“You have only yourself to blame for your current predicament,” Isabella seethed.

“Enough, mother,” Quincey interrupted. He took a step closer to his mother, as if to shield Olympia from her. “She’s alright, in fact, she had fun. I haven’t seen Olympia so happy since father died.”

“Quentin–,”

“Can we not fight?” asked Quincey. “It’s nearly Christmas.”

Dawn was only a little impressed by Quincey standing up to their mother.

“Fine,” the queen said. “Go. All of you.”

~

After dinner Dawn holed up in his room for a while. He was feeling a little overwhelmed and he knew he was way behind in his schedule with the article. The thing was, though, that his direction with it had change entirely and now he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He got up from his bed and walked around the room. When he reached the window, he saw the prince outside. He was on his horse again, headed for the woods. Dawn’s curiosity got the best of him, and he resolved to follow him. It was late and getting dark. Dawn checked his phone battery. It was at 98% so he should be fine. He bundled up as warmly as he could and headed out.

~

The woods were even darker than he had anticipated, though there was still enough light to see. He followed Archimedes’s hoof prints in the snow, and wondered where Quincey was headed on his daily rides. Quincey was nothing like Dawn had expected him to be. The way he had defended his decision to play with the kids instead of giving a speech was so uncharacteristically unroyal, that Dawn didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Maybe it was just a publicity stunt. He hoped it was not. Suddenly he realized he couldn’t see the horse’s prints anymore. He must’ve taken the wrong turn in his thoughts. He dug his phone from his pocket and opened Google Maps. No Signal, said his phone.

“Oh, cocks,” he said and looked around him. Everything looked the same and it was gradually getting darker and darker. then, to his horror, he heard howling. Was this how he was going to leave the land of the living?

~

He was trying to follow his own steps back, but it had started to snow, and they’d almost all disappeared. He saw other tracks though, more recent ones. Paw prints. He heard the wolf approach before he saw it. It wasn’t howling anymore but growling. Shit, Dawn thought. He had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to play dead?

“Alright now, let’s everyone calm down,” he said. “No need to get violent.”

The beast was some meters away from him, but Dawn knew he couldn’t possibly outrun it. It glared at him with yellow eyes. Just as Dawn was accepting the sweet release of death, someone galloped through the trees. Quincey and Archimedes stopped between Dawn and the wolf.

“Here, quick,” Quincey said and offered a hand to Dawn. Dawn didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed the prince’s hand, and he pulled him on Archimedes, to sit behind him. Then he urged the horse on, and they were off in a whirl of snow. Dawn wrapped his arms around Quincey’s waist and held on tightly.

~

Quincey guided the horse to a small cabin in the woods.

“Where are we?” he asked Quincey as he helped him down from the horse. Dawn was so shocked after everything that his legs didn’t work. He almost collapsed but Quincey caught him, holding him upright.

“Woah, are you okay?”

“Uh, yes… thanks…”

He stood up awkwardly, and Quincey kept a hold of his shoulder.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, um, yes…”

They took Archimedes to a small stable behind the cabin, and Quincey explained it was his father’s old hunting lodge. Then they went inside the actual cabin. It was old, like Quincey had said. And rustic, and surprisingly normal. It looked like anyone’s hunting lodge, not the king’s.

“Do you come here often?” he asked.

“Sometimes, when I want to be alone.”

“Oh, it really is in the middle of nowhere.”

Quincey nodded and grabbed a bottle and two glasses from a small table. He poured them full and offered the other to Dawn.

“An old Alderlian remedy,” he said with a smile.

“What is it?”

“Mostly whiskey,” Quincey laughed.

Dawn took a drink and pulled a face. “Clearly.” He wasn’t much of a whiskey man.

Quincey started building a fire in the fireplace and Dawn sat down in an armchair.

“Now that you’ve survived a wolf and possible hypothermia, care to tell me what you were doing in the woods?” asked Quincey.

“I was… taking a walk,” said Dawn. He couldn’t rightly say that he had been following Quincey.

“In the woods? At sundown?”

“I might have taken a wrong turn or two,” he admitted. Or a hundred. Most likely a hundred.

“Well,” started Quincey and got up from in front of the fireplace. He grabbed a blanket from the nearby bed and draped it across Dawn’s shoulders. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“I think you might have saved my life.”

“I… suppose I might have, yes…”

“Thank you,” Dawn said. The gravity of the situation was starting to hit him. Even if the wolf wasn’t really going to eat him, he might’ve frozen to death.

“You’re welcome.”

“I guess I’m too much of a city boy to be left alone in the woods…”

“You just might be.”

The fire got going and Quincey settled on another armchair, nursing his whiskey.

“Why were you out riding at this hour?” Dawn asked after a while.

“Like I said, I wanted to be alone.”

“Oh… I mean the stable was warm, I could just go there–,”

“Oh please, I’m not going to make you sleep in the stable, besides, I enjoy your company.”

“Sleep?” asked Dawn, turning to look at him.

“Yes, I think it’s best we stay here for the night.”

“Oh…” Dawn looked around. It was a very small lodge. His eyes landed on the bed, of which there were only one.

“I managed to get a text through to Olympia, so she knows we’re not wolf-food.”

“Your phone works?”

“It did, but now the battery’s dead. iPhones and Alderlian winter don’t really mix.”

“Well… damn,” said Dawn. “I don’t have any signal whatsoever.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen…”

Dawn stared at the fire for a while. Then, he said: “I also wanted to thank you for standing up to your mother after the toboggan incident.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that.”

“I think I do, she’s quite scary.”

“I know.”

“You were kind of scary too,” Dawn admitted.

“I was?”

“Yeah, I could definitely tell you two are related.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, it was hot!” Dawn said and then realized what he’d said. Why couldn’t he control his stupid mouth around this guy? Quincey stared at him; lips parted as if he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

“I mean, uh… convincing, and serious, and… impressive.”

“Oh… alright,” said the prince. He turned to look away from Dawn and Dawn felt like an idiot.

Quincey got up and went to stoke the fire. Dawn took a big sip of his whiskey.

“You can take the bed,” said Quincey.

“What?”

“To sleep in.”

“Oh no, you take it, this is your lodge.”

“I insist.”

“I’m not taking the bed.”

“You’re my guest.”

“And you’re the future king!” Dawn said and had to laugh. This was probably the most ridiculous conversation he’d ever had.

“Just take the bed,” Quincey said stubbornly.

Dawn could be stubborn too. “I know you haven’t known me for that long, but I’m not one to back down and I’m used to winning.”

Quincey turned to look at him. “Alright, then,” he said with an unreadable expression. “I suppose we’ll share.”

Dawn had not expected that. “Share? The bed… yes… obviously.”

He got up from the armchair and walked to the window in case his face was as red as a tomato.

“How does it look?” asked Quincey.

“Pretty,” said Dawn. “Snowing hard, though.”

“I’m going to go check on Archie, you can stay here,” Quincey said and pulled his coat back on. Dawn nodded and the prince went outside. Then he walked up to a gorgeous writing desk on the other side of the room and dragged his hand along its surface. At a whim, he opened the top drawer. There were some letters and post cards addressed to the late King Stefanos. Dawn reached further into the drawer and his fingers brushed against something that felt like a switch. He pulled it, and another drawer opened, though Dawn hadn’t noticed there was one there. A secret compartment. He looked inside, feeling excited. Inside was only a one document. A very old and frail-looking piece of paper. He eyed it. It was part of the Alderlian constitution, it seemed. The more Dawn read, the colder he seemed to feel. The document stated that any monarch of Alderly is required to be married or marry within a year of their coronation.When he heard footsteps in the snow outside, Dawn folded the ancient paper and pushed all the drawers closed. He put it in his jacket pocket and got back to the window. He had to think about this. Why would a paper like that be hidden away in King Stefanos’s secret getaway? Did anyone else know? Did Quincey know?

~

By the time Quincey returned, he’d manage to calm down and switch his detective brain off.

“How was he?” Dawn asked.

“Cozy,” Quincey said, hanging his coat up. “I also picked up more firewood.”

The prince carried the wood next to the fireplace and then joined Dawn by the window, peering out.

“The stars are so bright and pretty here,” Dawn said.

“No light pollution, city boy.”

“Yeah,” Dawn agreed.

They were standing so close their arms were touching, and maybe Dawn leaned into it slightly, or maybe he was just still a bit unsteady on his feet. When he turned to look at the prince, he was already looking at Dawn, smiling that stupid smile of his. Without thinking about it at all, he kissed Quincey. The prince cupped Dawn’s face in his hands and kissed him back. His hands were warm after lighting the fire. This was probably an even worse idea than impersonating Olympia’s companion. Quincey pulled him closer, moving a hand on the small of his back. Dawn grabbed his shirt and kept kissing him, and kissing him, until suddenly, Quincey fell back, pulling away from him. Dawn grabbed the windowsill to steady himself.

“Oh,” he mumbled.

“I shouldn’t,” Quincey was saying, and Dawn registered it vaguely. “I can’t…”

“No, I crossed a line, Your Highness,” Dawn interjected.

“You didn’t,” Quincey said. “I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“But you can’t.”

“I can’t.”

“And I can’t either,” said Dawn.

“So, we can’t,” said Quincey and held Dawn’s gaze. Then he moved, closing the distance between them again. This time the kiss was urgent, more desperate. Dawn practically threw himself at the prince, who caught him easily, and then he was carrying him, moving towards the bed and onto it.

~

Afterwards, when they were lying on the bed with considerably less clothing, Dawn couldn’t get his brain to work. He also couldn’t stop smiling. He turned to Quincey, who was lying on his back, eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips. Dawn reached out and wrapped an arm around him, turning on his side.

“The stars are so much prettier out here,” he said quietly, repeating his sentiment from earlier.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” Dawn said quickly. “I said your breath stinks.”

“Oh,” Quincey laughed. “Sorry.”

“No, it doesn’t, really,” Dawn corrected himself. “It’s very minty, actually.”

Quincey let out a small laugh and Dawn laughed too.

“I… wasn’t sure you would be…,” Quincey started. “Into this.”

“I wasn’t either,” Dawn admitted. “Not before right at the minute I kissed you.”

“Oh…”

“I mean, I thought about you way more than I ever do other people, and acted like an idiot around you, but somehow I didn’t put it together,” Dawn laughed.

“I thought you were beautiful,” Quincey said softly.

Dawn had to laugh. “Beautiful?”

Quincey nodded, solemnly.

“At least I try to disguise my lame compliments as insults.”

“I don’t feel the need,” Quincey said with a smile.

“You’re the worst,” said Dawn and kissed him again.

~

The morning light filtering through the cabin’s window was what woke Dawn up. He was cuddled up in Quincey’s arms and it was so nice and warm that he didn’t want to move, but he knew they’d get in trouble as it was, and the longer they stayed the worse it would be. He poked Quincey.

“Mmh,” said the prince.

“Should we get up?”

Quincey shifted and slowly blinked his eyes open. “Morning…”

“We should start heading back,” said Dawn.

“What a shame…”

“Your mother is probably losing her mind,” Dawn reminded the prince.

“Oh God, you’re right,” he said and sat up. Dawn regretted saying anything.

Quincey got dressed quickly and Dawn followed suit.

“Maybe you’d like to… see me later?” Quincey asked.

“Professionally or…?”

“Both, but not at the same time,” Quincey said.

Dawn laughed and pulled his shoes on. Quincey was already heading out, but Dawn rushed after him to kiss him again, just in case things would become weird and complicated once they got back to the castle and he didn’t get to do it again. Quincey smiled into the kiss.

“Come on,” he said and took Dawn’s hand. They went out together.

~

He hadn’t needed to be afraid about the kiss because Quincey kissed him again once they got inside, in an alcove, right under the roof of the queen. He felt giddy, like a teenager. After Quincey had gone, he headed to his room to wash up and change. This time, he chose not to tell the latest details to Rocky and Pandora, because… well. After having dressed up in something not smelling like smoke, Dawn headed out of his room to find Olympia. He wasn’t sure he should tell her what had happened either, but he couldn’t just sit still. As he entered the wing where the royal siblings’ apartments were, he heard voices in one of the rooms. Never one to miss a chance to snoop, he got closer. It was Quincey and Diana talking, that much he could see. The room had a fireplace lit and Quincey was sitting on a couch, while Diana was standing, facing him.

“Why am I here, Quince?” she was asking.

“I imagine my mother invited you,” Quincey replied. From his position, Dawn couldn’t see his face, but he could see Diana’s, and she did not believe him.

“She said you had asked me to come, specifically,” she said, sounding hurt.

“I… I don’t know what mother has told you, but I didn’t,” Quincey said. “Not that I’m not glad to see you. I am. But I don’t have any ulterior motives.”

“Towards me, at least,” Diana said. Dawn inched closer.

“What…?”

“I saw you this morning.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow…”

“I thought that companion was for Olympia, not you,” Diana said. Dawn gulped. What exactly had she seen?

“He… he is,” Quincey stammered.

“Yet you spent a night with him.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“He got lost in the woods.”

“So, you gave him mouth to mouth?”

Quincey sighed and got up from the couch. Pacing, he put his hands in his pockets. “I… I can explain…”

Diana looked at him, but he didn’t say anything else, he just slumped back on the couch, at a loss for words.

“How long?” Diana asked. She sat down next to him.

“Since last night,” Quincey admitted. Dawn couldn’t breathe.

“So, it was a hookup?”

“Yes, I… yes, of course it was,” said Quincey.

“Oh, good.”

“Good?”

“I was worried it was something more,” Diana said.

“I don’t make it a habit to sleep with the help.”

Dawn took a step back from the door. He tried to make sense of what he’d heard. Diana laid her hand on Quincey’s and smiled. She said something but Dawn didn’t hear what. She hugged him and Dawn turned and walked away. He’d heard enough. He’d been such an idiot.

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favourite sisters

leda gaunt

leda is the sister of ares and proteus. she’s a fighter through and through, and i love her character very much.

fenya yaxley

olyvar’s sister still needs to be developed a lot, but i love her nonetheless. she’s treated poorly by almost everyone in her life, and yet still she remains a kind and loving person.

olympia alderly

olympia is quincey’s sister and one of my favourite hpma ocs. she’s witty and cool, i want to be like her.

estelle stolberg-burke

malcolm’s sister has a lot of unresolved issues. she lashed out at the world because she has suffered a lot for someone so young. a complicated character with plenty of potential.

nicolette “nico” avery

max’s sister. she’s the good daughter where max is the troublemaker. she loves max a lot and wants to protect her.

euphemia “effie” potter

effie is the sister of harry potter. i haven’t really focused on her lately, but she’s a pretty cool character.

delilah “ella” byrn by @potionboy3

polly’s sister and someone who’s incredibly complex and an amazing character. she’s the little sister but she’s kind of thrust into taking care of her brother. they have an interesting dynamic.

valeria malfoy

cassia’s big sister who always has her back. cassia used to treat her badly but the sisters became closer after cassia was turned into a vampire. i love their relationship.