#wizardry if it involved magic recipe books

[jeeaark]

I apologize if someone's already asked you this question, but if Greygold wasn't a ranger, what class do you think they'd be? Would they be a paladin with an oath of friendship?

I think somebody made a delightful analogy of it at one point, but nay, not in a form of a question!

And I continue to absolutely love the idea of a paladin with an oath of friendship as Greygold's alternative class.

But! Deciding to become such a fancy class probably would've never have happened until after forming the tadpole squad. Gotta have friends to believe in friendship.

But a before-times choice if the call to ranger knighthood went unsung?

Shoot. Greygold probably would've been a whole different person if they never joined the Ranger Knights and befriended killer animal buddies.....I'm gonna be unfun and say it's a toss of the dice where their fate would've led them otherwise.

They joined the knights just so they can get a free meal, so....Whoever offers ✨the next best thing✨ to a young, hungry, and impressionable Greygold, is the pathway they'd've follow.

but then later with Tadpole Friends R "US", first opportunity, respec into Paladin: Oath of Friendship totally.

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Hidden at Hogwarts

So @fabllama02 recently reblogged a post about how the RotBTD Hogwarts AUs got their Houses all wrong (though it does mention how Hiccup was sorted correctly in Ravenclaw and I was like, WTF?!  Most of the art I see is with Hiccup as Hufflepuff, which is believable, but Ravenclaw is obviously the right choice there, but I’m digressing).

Anyways, it points out how Jack Frost should be in Hufflepuff and that got me thinking...

Jackson Overland was by no means the best student to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  He probably would have been sorted into Ravenclaw House if that were the case but neither had he received a Troll or Dreadful on his any of his O.W.L.s.  The worst he got was a Poor in History of Magic but he blamed having a ghost for a professor for that one.  The rest of his O.W.L. were Acceptable or Exceeds Expectations with an Outstanding in Transfiguration that surprised even himself.

Still, despite it being only a few weeks into his sixth year, Jackson was already counting down the days until the end of the term.  Most students would balk at wanting to leave Hogwarts—well, at least when it wasn’t exam time—because it was the best school in all of Europe. However, the majority of the school had something he didn’t. 

Friends.

Oh, don’t get him wrong, Jackson did have friends.  A lot of them if he was being honest but none of them went to Hogwarts.  They either attended regular school or went to one of the other two prestigious European schools of magic.  He was fine with that, in the beginning, since he received acceptance letters from both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as well and could have followed his friends if he desired to.

But Jackson Overland was stubborn and he wanted to attend the alma mater he read about from his mother’s schoolgirl diary. The young ten-year-old him believed he would make new lifelong friends at Hogwarts and then he’d wouldn’t be sad his other friends weren’t there with him.  The train ride had been a great start, he’d bounced around from compartment to compartment, talking with anyone willing and learning a fair share of Hogwarts outside of what he’d learned from books and secondhand accounts.

Then his Sorting took place.

Ravenclaw was the first to be discarded for the simple reason that he didn’t seek knowledge for the joy of knowing as many of the House so often did and he wasn’t one to believe intelligence was everything.  Knowing didn’t matter when one didn’t have the courage or drive to do something with it.  He was sad, though. Sad that Ravenclaw was immediately taken off the table when air was their element, that stung since he did so love being up in the air, surrounded by the winds.

He wasn’t surprised that Gryffindor was the next House to be rejected.  Jackson could be brave and daring when he needed too, but only when it involved others. Not only that, but fire wasn’t his thing and with it being Gryfindor’s corresponding element, he could live without being a member of the House.

That left two options that the Hat painstakingly struggled with: Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

Hufflepuffs were hard-working, dedicate, patience, and loyalty.  All of which could describe Jackson to the letter, when he felt like it.  He could be dedicated and hard-working if that meant more time for fun.  He had patience—how else could he survive year from year at Hogwarts without being patient?—and was fiercely loyal.  Even better, earth was the element for Hufflepuff.

Before he could get too excited over that fact, the Hat began considering the last option.  

Slytherin House.

Jackson actually knew more about the House than any of the others.  His mother’s diary described many of late nights sitting under one of the silver lamps hanging from the ceiling in the Slytherin’s cold common room. Cold because the common room lies beneath the element of their House, water from the Black Lake, but the warmth of her words spoke of fondness for her House. He might not have the same ambition to become the world’s youngest Potion Mistress as his mother, but his determination and need to toe the line in regards to the rules—he was testing their elasticity—was something they both had in common. Add in his cunningness and resourcefulness nature when pulling off a prank that even impressed the sole portrait—hidden in an antechamber of one of the countless secret passageways Jackson passed his time searching—of a younger Salazar Slytherin and he could very well fit in with people of similiar values.

In the end, the Hat had allowed him to choose and he’d chosen loyalty.  Loyalty to a mother he had vague memories of and a diary full of stories he often dreamed about.

Jackson Overland was draped in the silver and greens of the Slytherin House that night sealing his fate.

The next morning, as he giddily bounced through the halls, cheerfully greeting anyone he passed, he noticed the change.  Where the same students had been happy to help and answer his exuberant questions on the train, they took one look at the colors of his tie and turned up their noses, ignoring him. It soon became apparent by choosing Slytherin, he had effectively alienated the other three-fourths of Hogwarts.  It was disheartening and had him dragging his feet as he tried again and again with other members of the various Houses only to be met with the same result.

At least he had his own House.  The House his mother loved so dearly.  There was just one problem.  A small difference between his mother and him.

Phoebe Black was as Pure-blood as they came and from The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black before she’d been struck off the tapestry.

Jackson Overland was a Half-blood.

Nothing more than a Mudblood in the eyes of his Housemates.  

He quickly learned none of them would approach him outside the confines of the dormitories in fear of another student of a different House or teacher seeing them and tarnishing the reputation of Slytherin, inside was another matter.  His homework would always disappear, ink bottles shattered and quills snapped. None of his school robes were destroyed as that would reflect badly on the House and possibly lose them points, his muggle clothes, on the other hand, were mere rags.  Worse was their constant taunts and name-calling.

It was no wonder Jackson had taken to hiding away in Hogwarts as much as possible.  When he wasn’t in class or sleeping behind heavily warded curtains, he was invisible.  Practically a ghost.  For Merlin’s sake, Profession Binns routinely forgot he was a student and would give him Ghost Letters as reading material.  

Thankfully, The Grey Lady caught him attempting to decipher the ghostly writing to no avail one day and kindly read the translucent notes out loud for him to copy down on a sheet of parchment.  He thanked her by placing a single lily flower in the small niche window seat she so often haunted.  Since then, it had become a tradition, when Jackson received Ghost Letters, the Grey Lady would read them aloud for him, and a lily would be put in place the next day.

A process he was repeating once more, gently tucking the Moonbeam Lily that in no way shape or form came from the Forbidden Forest next to the blue and silver pillow. Making sure flower was visible and would be easily spotted, he quickly retreated to one of the hidden passages Salazar informed him of and waited. He didn’t have to wait too long for the Grey Lady to float down the hallway, passing his hiding spot, where she came to a halt next to the window.  

Amber eyes gleamed in happiness when he saw lips forever in a grim expression tilt upwards. Jackson didn’t know if she knew he always stuck around long enough—sometimes hours—just to see her reaction.  To him, it was the best part, because if it made the usual solemn ghost happy for a small moment and that made him happy.

He was just about to take a step back and head down the path at his back when a polite nasally voice drifted down the hall, rooting the brunet to the spot. He couldn’t see the person but the distinguishable clinking of metal against stone every other step was a dead giveaway.  Amber eyes immediately caught sight as tall auburn-haired wearing the same blue and bronze ties as the bulky blond at his side as they made their way pasted his hiding place, animatedly discussing the Triwizard Tournament announcement.  Undoubtedly on their way to their common room to get quills and ink to submit their names into the Goblet of Fire.

It was only after they were long gone, voices but a distant memory that Jackson let out his breath.

“Why do you not talk to him?”

Jackson didn’t jump, but it was a near thing.  Instead, he leaned up against the wall and allowed himself to slide down, sitting in the darkness with only the silvery-grey light cast from the Grey Lady for light.  Drawing his knees to himself, he rested his arms on top and buried his head as if that would further hide him from the world.

“I’d rather not,” the brunet shrugged languidly.

“I do not understand. You often stare at him, and speak fondly of his deeds, but you never approach him,” the Grey Lady glided over towards the teenager.  “Why is that?”

“Because Hiccup bloody Haddock doesn’t know I existed despite having the biggest crush on him?” Jackson mumbled into his arms.

“Yet I have heard you fondly speak of the first time you saw him on multiple occasions.”

“Again, he didn’t know I was there,” Jackson hummed, the memory of his fourth year unbiddenly rise to the surface.

He had just fled Charms class, slipping into the nearest hidden passageway leading to the kitchens for some lunch away from the Great Hall when he heard the deep nasally voice doing a poor imitation of a Scottish accent.  Normally, he would have kept on walking, the prospect of learning a few new recipes from the eager House Elves more of a lure, but the laughter of children had his curiosity peeked.  

Following the laughter led him to a brick wall, but a tap from his wand on an indented stone had the brick sliding back, giving him a glimpse inside the usually unused classroom currently filled with a group first and second years—ties of all colors sans the stark greens and silver of his own—sitting in a circle as a teenager—lacking the telltale tie and all important crest emblazoned robes—read from a book in one hand while waving his wand about in the other hand as he paced inside the circle.

The floating veils above the auburn hair swirled before one floated down, passing by another heading upwards to rejoin the group.  The teenager began reading again as the veil floated around the circle for all the children to get a good look at and when he was finished describing the properties, he asked the group for the name of the plant.  One of the Hufflepuff offered up a name but the teen’s voice took on the horrible Scottish accent once more as he listed how her answer was wrong in a humorous, fun way as to not embarrass her.  

It was in that moment, watching the unknown teen spend his lunch hour teaching the younger students about the various potion ingredients and their properties their Potions Master should have taught them—the bastard hadn’t, Jackson knew that from his experience dealing with the man in his capacity as both a professor and Head of House Slytherin—in preparation for the upcoming exams that his interest in the teen grew.

From then on, Jackson kept an eye out for the auburn-haired teen and observed.  The next time amber eyes caught a glimpse of him it was with him fumbling with his blue and bronze tie as he hurried into the fifth year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class a few seconds before the bell rang.  Jackson was a bit surprised that the unknown teen was a year ahead of him, instead of behind as he initially thought, but he wasn’t surprised to find out he was a Ravenclaw.  A week later, the Slytherin learn his name from his hefty blonde Housemate shouting it from across the courtyard as he pulled the notorious Thorston twins from House Hufflepuff after.

Amber eyes had dimmed upon seeing the Ravenclaw walking towards the trio of blondes with a Gryffindor on either side of him.  The small fledgling of hope worming its way into his heart quickly shattered.  There was no way he could become friends with the kind-hearted auburn-haired teen.  Not with two Gryffindors as friends—best of friends from the looks of how they hung off of each other and a little more on the blonde’s part if he had to guess—because while members of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff could be friendly and open with their childhood Slytherins friends and family, Gryffindor and Slytherins did not mix.

At all.

The two Houses always thought the worst of each other, blaming them for everything and since Jackson was lumped together with the other Slytherins, he received more than his fair share of accusations by the House. Another reason he tried so hard to be invisible inside the wall of Hogwarts and stay invisible he would continue to do.  Jackson let the hope die and kept his distance. He could not, keep himself from watching over Hiccup though, and with each new thing he learned about the loyal, intelligent, brave Ravenclaw, the larger his crush grew.

“I could speak to him for you; if you so wish?” the Grey Lady offered.

“Milady, I appreciate you’re offer, but Hiccup Haddock is better off not knowing Jackson Overland.”

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The Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry || Leagues and Legends

A few months back I wrote a Leagues & Legends/Hogwarts AU as a birthday present for a friend who’s also a huge fan of the books, and figured I may as well post it here!

When Laney Jones goes under the sorting hat, her back is perfectly straight and her face is placid, relaxed. Her hands fold neatly in her lap, and none of the students and professors think she’s anything other than calm, maybe even disinterested. 

Internally, she quite seriously threatens the Hat with a fiery death if it spits out her secret. The threat alone would probably merit Gryffindor, but the Hat isn't easily swayed by mere stunts. When the rip along it's hem opens, it sends her to Slytherin.

(Such a thirst to prove yourself. You'll do well there)

She's practically a squib. She makes no attempts to claim otherwise, because if you say you're Merlin reborn everyone watches you, but when they think you're a step away from being a muggle they take the fact that you got some coloured sparks as a victory, even if you're supposed to be turning a matchstick into a needle. Pride is one thing, but Laney knows that sometimes you have to let people think poorly of you so they won't look too close. 

She excels in herbology, potions, and magical theory. She won't excel at History of Magic until her second year, because she is unequipped both for professor Binns and for the way all of the magical history she knew was geographically removed from everything they covered in class.

(Laney Jones isn't a squib; her mother is a squib, so that effectively makes Laney a muggle. Her brother is a wizard, though she hasn't seen him since she was eight. She scours the Prophet every morning, because she still thinks her big brother is the centre of the world)

Rupert Hammersfeld had already read every History of Magic text book on Hogwarts' seven year book list at least once by the time he was ten. He stays awake in Binns' classes making detailed notes anyway, but most of them are his own thoughts and recalled external sources. Rupert likes history; his mother is a curse breaker, and so he knows plenty of non euro-centric history from her, and his uncle made sure to teach him at least some of the history of the parts of India their ancestors hailed from as well. He writes out theoretical alternate lesson plans when he's done transcribing his years-old notes on the British goblin wars.

He's read a lot of textbooks over the years, curled up in the Hogwarts library in the holidays. He watched years worth of students pass through the halls before it was his turn, helping his uncle with the paperwork and quietly finding the homesick kids at weekends with his palms full of hot-chocolate and handkerchiefs tucked into his pockets. 

His uncle fretted, sometimes, that he couldn't give Rupert as much time as he deserved. The world outside thought he did, of course he did, the headmaster of Hogwarts having to raise a child, it was a wonder he had any time for the boy at all. They sniffed and murmured about how irresponsible, how unseemly, it was for that Elizabeth to have not only had a child out of wedlock but to have then left it with her respectable, long-suffering brother to raise while she ran wild. 

He was pure-blooded (that his father had magic at his fingertips was one of the few things Rupert knew, not because his mother gave two figs about blood status but because one of the few stories she shared of him included the elegance of his preserving spells), from a line that could trace itself back to the Founders, and he just wanted everything to be orderly, calm, and safe. He spends ten and a half minutes under the hat, discussing where he should go. The hat is quite adamant, but Rupert knows how people would talk and takes a while to convince.

(Usually, the hat accepts a direct request to go into a certain house - but this is from a self-imposed sense of obligation, and under it there’s a strong sense that the hat’s option would be really nice, actually, so it insists)

The Hufflepuffs and the Slytherins don't have any first year classes together; for historic reasons they tend to be paired with the Ravenclaws, which suits Rupert quite well. He's from a family of Gryffindors, but they can be a bit...much, sometimes. He’s all for chivalry and protecting those who need it, but from a lifetime in the castle he’s familiar with just how often the Gryffindor common room exists in a state of chaos.

He's aware of the black almost-squib in his year anyway, of course. He watched his fellow first years arrive on the boats, matching names to faces as they were called up to the front of the Great Hall, noted houses. And you could never escape the gossip - a castle full of teenagers lived on rumour and hearsay.

Rupert sneaks down to Hogsmede regularly, to meet up with Sez and Bart. He slips past Laney in the halls or out on the grounds, unseen, and he says nothing to anyone - not that there was a student out of bed, or about the mix of muggle tricks and magical practical jokes she was carefully practising with, night after night.

They don't meet properly until third year, when they chose between the optional subjects and classes became more widely mixed between the four houses. Laney takes Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies. She doesn't particularly like the sound of muggle studies, but she knows her own grades - the extra work is worth it, she figures, for that number of perfect grades to outweigh her abysmal practical demonstrations. Besides, she's eyeing the idea of a political career, and she figures it wouldn't hurt to be officially Able To Speak the Muggle Lingo.

Rupert signs up for all of the same subjects except for Muggle Studies as well, so their schedules rather abruptly align almost completely. It's several weeks into third year before Rupert (hesitantly) offers her the recipe to a colour changing powder he'd found in a market stall, one summer visiting his mother. Laney had been hiding dyes up her sleeves and hidden in bracelets for years, turning mice green when she was supposed to make them into a pin cushion. The Dozen Drop Dyes she’s been using are expensive, and require active enchantment to make. A powder is in several ways easier to hide, and it’s something she can make herself with the help of a few magical ingredients.

She drops her Magical Theory books down next to him in the library the next day because he'd been struggling with the underpinnings of Gamp's Exceptions (again. It just didn't make sense! What was different about food? He could conjure wooden furniture, but he couldn't conjure spices that were made from dried bark. It wasn't logical) and Laney was painfully aware of anything even close to a debt.

By the end of the year, she would be trading notes and explanations because it was easier to study together than alone. He would be occasionally transfiguring things in class for her, always partially and always incorrect, and talking her through the non-magical defences he'd learnt over the years of helping Sez and Bart track down dangers in the streets of Hogsmede and the edges of the Forest.

At the start of their fourth year, there are  two arrivals of particular note. One is a red-head who towers over the first years, and the other is short even by the standards of his cohort. Farris, Jack, goes into Gryffindor. Sanders, Grey, has an extended period under the hat and is finally sent to Ravenclaw.

(Jack thinks the hat sounds a bit grudging about it)

It turns out that Jack is actually in their year, a transfer student. When asked where from, he shrugs and says "here and there", which people generally take as either home schooled, or expelled from every other magical school in the world, because it turns out that Jack gets into fights the way most people breathe.

It isn't even duelling; magic is rarely involved. Rupert half-suspects that's intentional. After all, when you're fighting someone over the fact that they've just said something dismissive about the muggleborn, sending them to the hospital wing with a broken nose without drawing your wand at all does rather illustrate the point. Rupert lectures him about fighting and files neat, official complaints and sends home form-written teacher’s notes where it will help.

(Grey slips safely beneath the radar, by and large. He doesn't get letters at breakfast, but occasionally he'll find a book he's never seen with his name on the fly leaf in the Ravenclaw common room. Spider had been at Hogwarts, once upon a time, and he used to slip out to Hogsmede, and after all -  the Ravenclaw tower was guarded only by riddles.

This was all immaterial, given he could also turn into a spider at will, but at heart Spider appreciated the detail of these things)

Laney and Rupert quickly discover that it is very difficult not to like Jack. He seems permanently cheerful, but has a streak of dark humour that never fails to make Laney snicker. His magic is all over the place, which Rupert marks down to his haphazard teaching. Some of the fourth year material  is old hat to him, and some of their first year spells are novelties.

He also has a distressing (to Rupert, at least) tendency to wander at will into the Forbidden Forest. Rupert makes sad sounds whenever he catches Jack wandering in or out of the trees, and ignores the guilty awareness that he's been gradually working on containing an acromantula infestation in there for years. 

Laney tells Jack she isn't even an almost-squib, magically speaking, early in their fifth year. She had thought about it the summer before but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She's too used to secrecy, and she can't just hand this over to someone without knowing for certain that they won't let it slip. He stares at her, delighted, and immediately produces a battered jacket imbued with a shield charm. She pours over it, and he promises to write to the friend who made it for him to see if she can be persuaded to share her secrets. 

Laney and Rupert are too busy with their own studies to help Jack catch up on the patches in his own past learnings completely, so he’s had a mismatch of tutors since the professors first realised he was missing several foundations. Somehow he ends up being taught second year Charms by the runty first year he shared a boat over with. Grey trades off time running Jack through old class notes borrowed from Laney and Rupert to explain things he hasn't necessarily studied yet himself for time going over the material the fifth years are currently studying. 

(Grey is vaguely considering taking his OWLs early, except then he'd take the NEWTs early too, and he'd be stuck out in the world with stunning grades but no legal guardians, too young to do things like rent a flat or get a job even with his forged papers placing him as a few years older than he actually is)

Jack gets letters sporadically, usually accompanied by pictures covered in sticky fingerprints. They rarely seem to be delivered by the same bird twice, until he goes home to Mexico for one winter break, Grey in tow. They have a great time, even if Grey complains about the heat, but he also notices that none of the family know anything about what their youngest has been up to for the past six years. 

He corners Jack about it once they're back at Hogwarts, in a roundabout way, and it spills out - the one magical son in an entirely muggle home, except for a mother who had some magical relatives and extended family friends in several different countries. They'd fabricated an excuse for why he was leaving home, and Jack hadn't gone back since. His mother had been insistent that it would be good for him, better than staying at the local underground schools or going to the closer boarding school in America, even if she hadn't been able to verbalise why. She just knew.

His mother had been quite keen to hear what he'd been up to since he ran away from school, but Grey knows he wasn't supposed to have heard that conversation and won’t be getting any answers if he asks.

Laney listens closely, peers sidelong at Grey, and smirks at them both. 

"Well, I had to forge enough paperwork to get onto the Hogwarts register and fool my mother." While Grey splutters at the new information, Rupert tilts his head and asks ‘why Hogwarts’. She's never spoken about this before, and he hadn't wanted to pry. Laney shrugs. 

"Uagadou acceptance can't be faked, and I was actually born in England - mom and dad were over for a year living with my uncle, diplomatic stuff - so it was just feasible that I would have gone onto their register not Uagadou's." She smiles, sharp. "And anyway, everyone at Uagadou uses gestures not a wand, so magic would be a lot harder to fake."

They derail into a conversation about different schools of magic. If Rupert or Laney find it odd that Grey goes quiet when they mention Mahoutokoro, the school of magic closest to his home town (though they don't know this, precisely, just that he has a certain face structure and accent, and a tendency to slip into Japanese when he’s grumbling over books without realising), neither mention it. 

Jack waxes unexpectedly, passionately lyrical about how colour coding robes is harsh and minimising and biased anyway, because it rewards grades not effort, and some of the more flashy, non-grade related ingrained colour shifts follow no reasonable pattern, with no care for context.

Did you know that if you kill an aggressive giant with a third year spell you'd use to play pranks on your friends every week (and a lot of luck), your robes turn shimmering gold for 'services to the community'? But if you kill a rampaging dragon as it tries to eat you after razing an entire village with a curse you've only heard of and never dreamt of using, they'll go white as snow.

The year Laney, Rupert and Jack reach their sixth year of school, Grey is finally old enough to go to Hogsmede with them - well. According to his paperwork, anyway. They had offered to take him before through the hidden passage Rupert preferred for getting to the village to meet Sez, but he'd waved an ink specked hand to decline because he was too recognisable, too obviously not old enough to be on a Hogsmede trip, and that meant he wouldn't be allowed into the bookstore, so what even was the point?

Jack cheerfully trails Grey into the bookstore, holding a growing pile of books and trying (and failing) to see any kind of rhyme and reason behind the collection. Laney peels off to the joke shop to buy a few new toys. She comes out with a mental list of other purchases for Rupert, Jack, or Sez to pick up for her later to make sure nobody draws too many connections to her.

Rupert wanders around the local houses with his pack full of gifts he's carefully brought down from the castle - a pepper up potion brewed with better ingredients than a family could afford, a handful of pages carefully transcribed from an old rare book that only existed in three collections in the world for someone's research, several bags of cookies baked in a corner of the kitchens (the house elves had gotten used to this when Rupert was a child and didn't panic too much nowadays) to hand out to anyone he knows is having a bit of a rough patch, or will just appreciate a friendly visit.

They meet up at Sally-Anne's place as always, because it's good, cheap food and Rupert wouldn't dream of going anywhere else unless required by circumstance to be a Noble Example of a Pureblood Son.

(Sally had inherited the Hog's Head not more than a couple of years ago, but she's been practically running it since she was fifteen so everyone thinks of it as Sally-Anne's)

When Rupert arrive there are already textbooks scattered over his favourite booth. He, Jack and Laney all have a Care of Magical Creatures group project to work on. Grey is theoretically working on his own History of Magic essay, but is actually pouring wide eyed over their notes. Jack is waving his hands as he talks at length about dragon communications to an increasingly fascinated Grey and a frustrated Laney, because none of this is in any of the five books she's read, Farris, where are your sources - Rupert nudges her as he sits down, because while the mystery of Jack's sporadic yet strangely specific knowledge base is something they both agree they need to get to the bottom of, they've also agreed they should probably make sure they do it somewhere they can't be overheard, given how much he slides away from it.

Halfway through doodling a dragon (it's supposed to be a Liondragon, but Jack knows it's a poor copy of the carved sketches he's spent years watching George leave on tables, support beams and pieces of firewood) Jack feels a chill on the back of his neck, and shrugs it off as residual paranoia. 

The window explodes a moment later, and he pushes himself thoughtfully up from the scattered glass.

"Huh, so I guess that was an anti-apparition ward being set." He tries to explain this to the aggressive fellow Gryffindor who's loudly threatening to go fetch the aurors, and winds up tearing up his robes to act as a tourniquet because he isn't carrying any dittany and it's not like he's going to be given his wand back to actually repair the splinching wound anyway so he needs to do something.

Laney catches his eye as the two searching men start tearing up the floor in search of the rumoured tunnel to Hogwarts. She's fiddling with the bracelet on her left wrist, a dark wooden bangle with - if Jack remembers correctly - some constellation etched onto it. Rupert goes very still beside him, eyes apparently fixed on Sally shouting furiously at the Wizards tearing up her pub.

The hidden compartment on Laney's bangle flips open, and the room is abruptly plunged into night as it fills with dark mist. Jack lunges forwards towards the wizard holding their wands, and rolls cheerfully to his feet amid the sound of them clattering to the floor. From somewhere off to his left he can hear the loud oof of someone who has just been punched in the guts and probably hasn't been in a fight other than a magical duel since he was ten and doesn't remember how to roll with the punches.

In the dark, Jack grins.

[magicspells44]

Ancient Magic Spells - Why You Should Not Play With Them

People involved in casting ancient magic spells are extremely dexterous and highly adept. You will not find such men so easily around you who make use of the antiquity techniques in order to cast such spells. They would speak with much responsibility compared to other people who deal with the modern methods of casting spells. They would always advise you to observe caution as ancient magic spells are not a matter of joke. They have been devised and formulated with much care and concern. They are time tested and so naturally involve a lot of focus while being performed.

Ancient magic spells are well researched and it is quite difficult to lay hands on the recipes of such spells as they are found in a very heavily encoded language in some of the rare books on witchcraft and wizardry. People performing ancient magic spells would guarantee you with 100 percent effectiveness They would say that the methods involved in performing an ancient magic spell involves so much or rigorous effort and concentration that chances of its failure are almost null unlike most of the modern techniques of spell casting, which are 99% failure in terms of effectiveness.

The ancient charms and magic are sure to show their effect quickly and most importantly they are long lasting. Some of the spells will have their effect till life time. So do not meddle with the formula and recipe of ancient magic spells as once they get casted, it would become nearly impossible to negate its effect even throughout your whole lifetime.

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[careerandmoneystoryteller]

Fictional Male Career Interview Stories part two of at least a 2 to 3 week or longer series in this entry

Fictional Male Career Interview Stories part two of at least a 2 to 3 week or longer series in this entry

February 16, 2018

Fictional Male Career Interview Stories part two-Connected From Aimee Gates in Heaven Afterlife Series 16

gathering multiple resources yet before commenting on some website links such as yahoo, daily mail uk, daily meal etc. and others;1256 pm

completion time 135 pm yet I intend to resume tonight after work andor first thing tomorrow morning by 9am or sooner

Billy Lawson here in the year March 2118. I work as a human resources consultant and an intuitive career coach for the University of Maryland College Park inside one of a gymnasium where a speaking event is about to take place. It is more commonly and socially accepted to have psychic abilities in this time period and I frequently help many male and female clients who are referred to me by Aimee Gates. In a few minutes, two men are going to speak inside one of the University of Maryland College Park gymnasiums within the next 5 minutes or less, one is a public relations specialist for the U.S. Navy reserve and works on the Andrews Airforce Base in Maryland and the second one is a male chef on one of the MSC ships both based out of Norfolk Virginia. I just helped one of the female attendees attending this speaking event try to make out part of her dream but I was told by one of her male celestial spirit guides that she is to figure out the rest of her the sleeptime dream on her own and have faith that she is going to in perfect timing-the sleeptime dream she had and I am sharing with her permission

In the sleeptime dream she saw a coworker connected to her late mother yet working at a particular station hawking recipes 50 years into the future. The female explained to her that she was asked to keep her identity a secret yet to just call her Jessica. Jessica pointed the sleeptime dreaming female's attention to one of the companies food related in  her area and asked her to keep the name secret for the time being yet that the name is going to be important for her to remember soon. Seconds later, she is transported into a different part of her workplace and she is all of a sudden watching with her husband the specter of some type of giant potato looking bug going towards an ambigous looking bug much smaller than this potato looking bug. However rather than put up a fight for their life this much smaller bug welcomes the chance with bliss to be eaten even if it means the end of their current existence on earth. This makes the giant looking potato bug crave this smaller bug even more and happily lifts the smaller unindentified bug off to a secret place to eat it. The female whose identity I must guard explained to me that she woke up shortly after her husband playfully shrugged his shoulders at this sight in an oh well fashion and all the female could remember is that the smaller ambiguous creature's existence was partially for the nourishment and eating pleasure of the larger potato looking big and both creatures were driven to be influenced by some type of spiritual force outside of them. Less than 3 hours upon waking, she sees an article about home buying and wonders how both events relate to her career interests. All I Billy Lawson can tell her is that she is wise and accurate that her life path involves just one or two of those career paths but that she has to figure out in her own time the significance of the smaller ambiguous creature being happy to be consumed/eaten by the large potato looking bug even knowing it is the end of their current life (the smaller ambiguous creature). All I Billy Lawson could tell this female who had that strange sleeptime dream was that she must trust that the smaller ambiguous creature went to a better place in multiple ways even though they were being taken to a secret undisclosed place to be consumed/eaten by the larger potato looking bug more for the potato bugs pleasure and beneficial consumption and the clue was that the smaller creature was aware despite its appearance that it was in the larger potato bug's life more for their benefit and pleasure to consume by the way they willingly readied themselves to be taken and eaten and that there was a higher reason for it spiritually as it relates to the female client in her waking life making up her mind and desire to connect the sleeptime dream with the house article, recipe images in her dream, and gaining greater clarity on her career paths

due to time needed to give myself to get ready for work I must postpone typing in the career info of the MSC chef and navy reserve public relations person until later on tonight after work. However, I Stella Carrier give thanks for everyone who looks at my online writings and I pledge to try to include at least 8 to 10 andor more fictional career interview series in at least this entry andor more ideally at least 12.

I Stella Carrier Humbly Call Upon What I Imagine To Be The Influence of Benevolent Spirits From the Heavenly Realms, my higher self, and my celestial spirit ally team for creativity in both my writings and all other areas of my life both present and future. I also welcome any and all forms of spiritual assistance and divine intervention in all areas of my life both present and future.Affirmations

I am creating heaven on earth.

I am learning to be in the right place at the right time at all times.

I am learning to live all areas of my life in alignment with my divine life purpose for both the present and future

My psychic/intuitive abilities, creativity/imaginative abilities, and my ability to tap into my wisdom are expanding each and every day.

I am in the process of manifesting and ensuring a bright future for myself

I see through various situations with great wisdom and clarity with discernment as to what information to go by

I am in the process of simultaneously sharpening both my logic decision making and the imagination helpful to think outside the box for solutions in various areas of my life.

I am creating heaven on earth.

I am learning to be in the right place at the right time at all times.

I am learning to live all areas of my life in alignment with my divine life purpose for both the present and future

My psychic/intuitive abilities, creativity/imaginative abilities, and my ability to tap into my wisdom are expanding each and every day.

https://www.orindaben.com/pages/rooms/affirmations_room/

I am a healer through my words, thoughts, and deeds.

I am aware of the messages my guide is sending me.

I receive impressions from my soul and higher self.

I am magnetic to my higher good and it is magnetic to me.

I mark a new beginning in the book of my life and wisely use the free time I have been giving to rest and tune even deeper into various aspects of my life-spiritual, athletic goals such as walking more, balancing my writing time with some online courses I have enrolled in etc.

I am in the process of becoming more cool,level-headed, and wise when it comes to how I conduct myself around my current work colleagues and future coworkers as I am now logically and intuitively aware that some of them may follow me to where I may reside within 7 years from now or less regardless if I am a private sector andor a government/military worker/employee.

I am well provided for. I live in an abundant universe.

Resources

https://us.hellomagazine.com/travel/2018021346259/real-life-school-of-witchcraft-opens-uk/

You can now attend a real-life school of witchcraft and wizardry in the UK!

Enjoy a magical and immersive weekend away by Chloe Best

https://us.hellomagazine.com/travel/2018021346259/real-life-school-of-witchcraft-opens-uk/

https://us.hellomagazine.com/cuisine/12016112418960/best-celebrity-royal-foodies-to-follow-instagram/

The Best Royal and Celebrity Foodies To Follow On Instagram

https://us.hellomagazine.com/cuisine/12016112418960/best-celebrity-royal-foodies-to-follow-instagram/

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/travel_news/article-5399393/The-20-filmed-movie-TV-locations-revealed.html

The top 20 most-filmed movie and TV locations in the world revealed: From New York's Central Park to the UK's South Bank, these are the places you’re most likely to see a star by Jennifer Newton

Read more:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/travel_news/article-5399393/The-20-filmed-movie-TV-locations-revealed.html#ixzz57IBCpQcA

Follow us:

@MailOnline on Twitter

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DailyMail on Facebook

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/travel_news/article-5399393/The-20-filmed-movie-TV-locations-revealed.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/food/article-5385189/Which-Valentines-Day-meal-deal-worth-money.html

Which supermarket's Valentine's Day meal deal is worth your money? Blind taste test reveals you'll have to splash out for the most delicious fare by Imogen Blake

Read more:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/food/article-5385189/Which-Valentines-Day-meal-deal-worth-money.html#ixzz57ICImgI4

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@MailOnline on Twitter

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DailyMail on Facebook

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/food/article-5385189/Which-Valentines-Day-meal-deal-worth-money.html

https://us.hellomagazine.com/cuisine/2017091542451/britains-top-ten-fish-chip-shops-revealed//

Britain's top 10 fish and chip shops revealed by Chloe Best

https://us.hellomagazine.com/cuisine/2017091542451/britains-top-ten-fish-chip-shops-revealed//

https://www.msn.com/en-us/foodanddrink/restaurantsandnews/the-2018-james-beard-award-semifinalists-have-been-announced/ar-BBJaXmJ

The 2018 James Beard Award Semifinalists Have Been Announcedby Charlie Heller Food & Wine

https://www.msn.com/en-us/foodanddrink/restaurantsandnews/the-2018-james-beard-award-semifinalists-have-been-announced/ar-BBJaXmJ

I'm intuitively aware that I'm taking a risky by saying this yet I do believe that a universal basic income is definitely something that is going to be an eventual reality in the United States by the year 2100 or sooner even with the abundance of jobs available across the United States. This is because cost of living is going up quite a bit in housing, food, and other costs that a certain baseline income is going to be needed to pay for the essentials both for people who have government assistance and people who are blessed to make a living government assistance free. Please know that even though I am fortunate to be government assistance free I am open minded about people who need government assistance to get by as everyone's socio-economic status is different. I can only speak for myself yet if I am ever gifted with a universal basic income I would still want to work at least 30 hours or more employment each week. I am gifted with a good paying job with good leadership yet I reluctantly admit that the extra money would take care of my concern as to the steps to take to legally secure myself an income from May to August each year. Additionally, I would use some of that extra money to pad increase my savings accounts and contribute to basic costs that would help my sweet husband. My main point; I am going to take a safe bet and imply that more people would still want to continue working whatever job they were employed in even if given the extra money from universal basic income.

https://uk.yahoo.com/news/universal-basic-income-human-enough-160440004.html

I admit that the Greek Avocado Toast, baked egg avocado boats, and the low carb breakfast enchiladas are some of the multiple breakfast dishes that look yummy.

https://uk.style.yahoo.com/22-healthy-breakfasts-start-morning-152656142.html

56 Healthy Breakfasts To Start Your Morning Off Right by Delish

https://uk.style.yahoo.com/22-healthy-breakfasts-start-morning-152656142.html

via yahoo style uk

I admit that I am still going to crave and eat traditional pizzas even with this one of a kind article. However some of the multiple recipes that look delicious from this article are the pizza pepperoni bites, mini pepper pizzas, damn delicious muffin tin mini pizzas, Greek pita pizzas, pizza pasta salad, pizza chicken, pizza stuffed mushrooms, pepperoni pizza cauliflower casserole, skillet tortilla pizza, margherita mushroom pizza, etc.

https://uk.style.yahoo.com/28-healthier-ways-eat-pizza-171502307.html

40 Healthier Ways To Eat Pizzaby Delish

https://uk.style.yahoo.com/28-healthier-ways-eat-pizza-171502307.html

All of these desserts included/featured/pictured with the article writer's theme of a dinner party look tasty. However, the recipes that I know would be ones I definitely would want to try right away are the chef in training Miniature Smore Pies, the lil Luna Grasshopper Trifle, and the Recipe Girl Berry Almond Tart.

https://ca.yahoo.com/news/14-crowd-pleasing-desserts-cool-090300720.html

14 Crowd-Pleasing Desserts You Can Make with Cool Whip by editor@purewow.com of Purewow

https://ca.yahoo.com/news/14-crowd-pleasing-desserts-cool-090300720.html

Even with my personal political beliefs, I feel both positively charmed and blessed to come across this five year plan for homeownership. Owning a completely paid for home for both my husband and I is actually an important dream to me and my husband and the potential reality of owning a home in 5 years excites me even with the responsibilities involved. I feel lucky to have caught this in my yahoo newsfeed as coming across this five year home plan goal is also going to help give me greater clarity in my career and money goals.

https://finance.yahoo.com/video/five-plan-homeownership-132622968.html

Five Year Plan to Homeownership by Fox Business Videos

NerdWallet.com personal finance analyst Kimberly Palmer on credit card travel perks and how to create a five-year plan to homeownership.

https://finance.yahoo.com/video/five-plan-homeownership-132622968.html

http://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/20th-century-english-names.php#.WoRZAIPwacw

I Stella Carrier learn to wisely parlay both present and future successes into more permanent triumphs/victories for both present and future regardless of how often I am inspired by both mentors and role models for both present and future.

I Stella Carrier am becoming even more wiser, more adept, and intellectually gifted at what to do to fulfill both unusual and usual  responsibilities in all areas of my life both online and offline for both present and future

I Stella Carrier wisely learn to transform any learning curves andor beneficial mistakes into creative and spiritual fuel for beneficial wise and what is considered societal right approaches for beneficial and healing outcomes for both myself and everyone involved for both present and future.

songs for me to keep in mind; Centuries by Fall Out Boy, Sing by Ed Sheeran, Move Your Body by Sia, Counting Stars by One Republic, It's Your Love by Tim McGraw feat. Faith Hill, Places by Martin Solveig feat. Ina Wroldsen, Together by Pet Shop Boys, Carry Out by Timbaland feat. Justin Timberlake, Listen To the Music by the Doobie Brothers, Baby I Love U (R. Kelly Mix) by Jennifer Lopez,Animals by Maroon 5, Saturday I Like To Move It by Basshunter, Fable (Message Version) by Robert Miles, State of My Head by Shinedown, Hotel California by the Eagles, I Can't Stay Away by the Veronicas, How To Save A Life by the Fray