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Marauders

Link here to my new fanfic with marauders and O/C!

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Kalliope Black: Face Reveal and Star Chart

Go to this link, to read more about this original character in my marauders fanfic

Kalliope Black Star Chart and Big 6 Examination

Sun: Cancer

The Sun determines ego, identity, and "role" in life. It's the core of who you are. Cancer Suns have a strong survival instinct. They are protective of those they care about and themselves too. They are often quite reticent about sharing their inner selves with the rest of the world and are often caught up in reminiscing. Cancers have a reputation of moodiness. They resist change to an extent, and concern themselves with being secure and safe in almost everything they do.

Rising: Leo

The ascendent is the image of the personality as seen by others. Leo rising people cannot help but be noticed. They radiate a special energy and magnetism that gets others' attention. They are acutely aware of others, and how they come across. They pay special attention to their personal appearance and mannerisms.

Moon: Capricorn

The Moon represents the emotional responses, unconscious predestination, and the self-image. However turbulent their emotions may be under the surface, Lunar Capricorns stay cool-headed-- and they present as steady and reliable. Not much for taking risks in life, they look for safety in security in almost everything they do. They usually respect authority and tradition. Messy emotions and leaky souls are a bit frightening for Capricorn Moons. They easily hide their sensitivity behind a sarcastic manner. The emotional self is somewhat suppressed in the name of responsibility, seriousness, and rationality. They tend to be born in environments that may be emotionally unstable or abusive.

Mercury: Gemini

Mercury represents communication and logical spirit. Generally quick-witted, they seem to know a little about everything. These people learn best in a stimulating environment. They get bored easily, but they are fast learners. Gemini Mercury's pick up more from their environment than most. They typically hold a nervous energy.

Venus: Leo

Venus represents an interest in emotions and values, exchange, and sharing with others. Leo Venus people are proud and even boastful. They love to court and be courted and they need to feel very special. When venus in Leo feels loved and appreciated, they reward you with loyalty, a bid ssense of fun, and plenty of physical expressions of love. They can get hurt in love rather easily and can feel used quite readily. They may get involved in secret love affairs or fall in love with a person who is quite unavailable to you at different points in your life. Leo Venus's value a certain amount of self-sacrifice and a giving attitude in a partner, as they embody these traits.

Mars: Cancer

Mars represents the desire for action and physical energy. This position inclines towards passive-aggressiveness. Their motto is "the best offense is defense". They have defensive reactions and bursts of emotional displays when they feel cornered. These people are threatened by indifference and can be argumentative and manipulative. They know how to make necessary decisions rapidly, they are independent but will pour a lot of her energy into achieving social and professional success.

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The Marauders Moodboards

(Including Peter 😔)

See these characters come to life in Ch.1 of my new fanfic!

A/N: Hope this is lovely entertainment as you await the next chapter of the untitled marauders fanfic. Enjoy!

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Update:

Hi everyone, I know posting has been a little slow lately and I promise I will post some fillers while you await the next chapter. As I have stated before, I am not the author of this fanfic just the person running the account and she is currently visiting her boyfriend in England. Currently, I have been slammed with work and my weekends are my busiest times so please be patient with me and I will begin to plan what to post for next week. Thanks!!🫶🏻

Link to ch.1

Link to Moodboard

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Untitled Marauders Fanfic Ch.4

Link to Ch. 3

Summary: Arden, Cosette, and Kalliope turn up to their Saturday morning detentions joined by the marauders. Surely no mischief will come about with this group of students.

Heavy enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, multiple relationships, multiple POVs, found family, toxic relationships, abusive families

Ships: James Potter x O/C, Remus Lupin x O/C, Sirius Black x O/C

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone, thank you for the continuous support on this story it is greatly appreciated. Though some not exciting news is that after this chapter the updates will be less frequent as the first four chapters were pre-written. so please be patient in between chapters, and i will continue to post other media about the story in the meantime.

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Untitled Fanfic Ch. 4

Kal’s eyes are blurry with residual sleep as she sits waiting on the floor beside the door to the Potions classroom. She leans her head against the wall, letting her eyes close. She didn’t mean to arrive fifteen minutes early, but one of the girls in her dorm sleep talks and often wakes her up far earlier than she ever wants to. 

Such was the case this morning when she awoke to the girl screaming in her sleep. Kal jerked awake, recoiled right off the bed, and entangled herself into the crimson canopy. Frightened, disgruntled, and fully awake, Kal decided that the practical course of action would be to start her day a little early, 

“What are you doing here so early?”

She opens her eyes to see James Potter standing above her, his hair matted to his head with sweat and his face and robes filthy with mud and dirt. Her face twists with disgust, and she pulls her legs into herself so he won’t dirty her pants. “Because I like being punctual. Why are you disgusting?” 

He huffs out a little laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. “Quidditch practice.” 

She looks at him unimpressed, “And you couldn’t have showered before?” 

He shrugs, “I mean, I could have, but it was either that or fit in a little extra practice time before detention.” 

“God Prongs, you’re filthy,” comes a voice from the hallway, and Remus Lupin makes his appearance. He looks slightly better than he did the previous day. The bruises under his eyes are more of a lilac than a deep plum, and he looks respectable in his corduroys and cable knit sweater despite it being so early into the weekend. He comes to stand by James and discovers Kal on the ground. His face instantly flushes with embarrassment, and his eyes shift away. 

“’Lo, Kalliope…” he mumbles. 

She frowns at her full name, grunting in lieu of a response, her eyes returning to James. “Prongs?”

He looks at her, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “Yeah?” 

“Why did he call you that?” 

A coy half smile toys on his lips, “Want to take a guess?” 

She falters, and Remus rolls his eyes, “It’s because his Patronus is a stag.” James clicks his teeth, mumbling something under his breath that sounded vaguely like “Ruined it…” 

Remus sighs; pulling his wand out of his pocket, he points it at James and mumbles “Scourgify.” The muck covering James’s body is suddenly repelled, flinging itself instead onto the walls and the floor. Kal has to duck to avoid a splash of mud from slapping her in the face. “Hey!” James gags, spitting frothy pink soap onto the ground and glaring at Remus. The boy shrugs, “You look like a prat when you come in from Quidditch looking like that. Everyone knows you’re doing it for attention.” 

“Am not.” James grumbles, sliding a hand through his hair to ruffle his flattening trusses. Kal watches the interaction with satisfaction as James continues to complain, his lips producing pink soapy bubbles. 

She can hear footsteps to her right, and as she looks that way, she can see the Hufflepuff girl from the other night in the woods walking towards them. She has a messenger bag slung over a shoulder and her wand perched lazily in her hand. A scroll of parchment suspends itself in the air before her. It appears that she is talking to herself, but upon closer inspection Kal can see that as she speaks, a quill scratches across the parchment in time with her words.

“…and as excitement for the first house match gathers, many fans are expecting James Potter to lead Gryffindor into yet another House Cup victory.” The girl finishes before flicking her wand and sending her supplies flying into her bag.

Kal’s mood sours slightly at James’s self-righteous expression. “Hello, all.” The girl says as she joins the group, and James’s eyes glimmer with interest, “Was that me you were talking about?” The girl’s head quirks as she sizes him up, “Is your name James Potter?” She asks, and James pauses, “Uh, yeah.” 

“Then obviously it was you I was talking about; well, writing about, more like. I’m doing a story on you for the Hogwarts Herald,” she sniffs, “God, you smell ghastly, do you know that?” He frowns at her, ignoring her observation “What is that?” The girl becomes distracted with rifling through her messenger bag, and it takes her a beat too long before she realizes that he is waiting for an answer. “Hmm? Oh, it’s the school newspaper. Do you mind if I get a quick interview from you, since we’re going to be in detention together and all?” Kal eyes the Hufflepuff curiously, “We don’t have a school newspaper.” 

The Hufflepuff dismisses her, “Well, yes, of course we don’t yet, but I’m working on that. So, about that interview…”  

“Hello boys,” Sirius materializes between the two boys, looping his long arms around their necks with an indolent grin. He notices Kal and his eyebrows jump with amusement, “And hello to you too cousin.” She smiles sardonically, “A pleasure.” He nods, “Naturally.” His eyes roam over the group and eventually find the Hufflepuff, “Oh, and you’re here too, uh…” 

“Cosette,” she supplies. 

“Cosette. Of course. I knew that.”

“Sirius, I told you to wait for me; I always get lost on the stairs to the dungeons,” comes a whiney voice from the dark corridor. Sirius regards the boy lightly, an eye roll present in his voice if not in his expression, “Sorry, Wormy. Got bored.” Peter Pettigrew stands on the other side of James Potter, a couple inches shorter and his insecure visage in stark contrast to James’s cocky demeanor, Sirius’s cool confidence, and Remus’s self-assuredness. 

Unsure footsteps echo their way to the group, and Arden appears from the shadows looking hesitant. 

“There you are! Just in time for the fun!” Sirius says, reclined against the stone wall with a lazy grin on his face. Arden’s eyes flit slowly across the group, and Lupin slyly ducks behind James. “You are all here for detention with Slughorn?” She asks. She’s met with a haphazard chorus of yesses, and she snorts. “What a treat,” she mumbles sarcastically. 

“What landed you three in jolly ol’ detention, hmm?” Sirius asks. “Same as you three, I suspect,” Cosette says, still digging through her messenger bag for something. She must have cast some enlargement spell to the interior because she’s elbow deep now. “Caught romping through the forbidden forest.” 

“Ah,” James chuffs, “Amateurs.” 

Arden’s head tilts, “So, you’re not in detention for the forbidden forest, then?” 

“Merlin, no. We’re in the forest all the time.” James grins, “Sirius and I got three weeks detention for putting a “hide and seek” charm on all of Slytherin’s brooms before their first practice.”

“Me too!” Peter squeaks. 

“Ah, yes how could I forget. You did a piss poor job of keeping watch.” James rolls his eyes. 

Arden’s frowns, “Their first practice was today…” 

“Well, it was supposed to be,” Sirius says, “Last I heard they still haven’t found their brooms.” 

“Blimey, three weeks detention, already? The first week of term?” Cossette remarks. 

“You landed detention the first night,” James says blankly. Cossette blinks, “Yes, well…” 

“What are you in for Loony—uh, Remus?” Kal asks, craning her neck to peek at him from behind James. Lupin startles briefly and clears his throat, stepping just so out of James’s shadow. “Well, I skipped my first class of term… and got caught faking a note from Dumbledore.” His eyes flicker ever so slightly to Arden, and her face heats up with understanding. 

Kal frowns suspiciously, “What would you need a fake note from Dumbledore for?” Lupin drops his gaze to his worn loafers, “Ah, well—” 

“There you all are! And with a minute to spare! Well done.” A jovial greeting echoes from the hallway, and Horace Slughorn appears, the colors of his fine robes dulled by the dingey dungeon light. He shuffles his way between them, unlocking the door with a quick flick of his wand. They file in behind him into the empty potions classroom, their eyes straining against the darkness. 

“I will say, I did not expect to have so many students in need of detention this early in the term.” Professor Slughorn comments, setting the wicks on a dozen candles ablaze with another motion of his wand. He settles behind his desk with a pleasant expression, the chair groaning beneath him. “And I was especially surprised to see one of my prefects on the list…” 

Arden’s face alights as his twinkling gaze finds her, “Professor I—” 

He raises a hand, a laugh bubbling up from him. “No need, Miss Wilkes.” He chuckles, “I quite fancy seeing a rebellious streak in my best students. Builds character.” He winks, and she smiles meekly. His gaze turns to find the four boys, “You lot I am less surprised to see.” 

Sirius nods in greeting, smirking, “’Lo professor.” 

Slughorn sighs, “Right! Well, thankfully I do have something in need of doing, so your time will not be wasted. I have several out-of-commission cauldrons taking up space in my classroom. I would like for you to sort these cauldrons into what can be cleaned and repaired or what must be disposed of, and I will ask you to clean and repair the cauldrons you can within your ability to do so, yes?” 

There’s a general mumbling amongst the group and Slughorn smiles, clapping his hand together, “Lovely, well, as you can see, I have already gathered the cauldrons and…” 

He trails off as a small owl flitters into the classroom, a note tied to its ankle. The owl lands on Slughorn’s desk, and the man unties the note, fumbling with the spectacles in his breast pocket before reading it. He stands quickly, buzzing with a different excitement as he crumples the note in his thick fist. “I am dreadfully sorry students, my presence is eagerly demanded at the Three Broomsticks'' His rosy cheeks glow as he adds in a conspiratorial mumble,” By Madam Rosmerta herself, no less.”  The students share an uncertain look as he titters to himself.

“So, we’re free to go, then?” Remus asks. Slughorn looks at him startled, “Oh, certainly not. I would be severely reprimanded if I let you lot loose with no work to show for it.” He slowly makes his way to the door, walking backward to keep his eyes on the students. “I will simply lock you in here until noon, trusting that you will take care of my cauldrons.” 

Arden raises a hand vaguely, “Um, Professor? Are you sure that is safe—” 

“Miss Wilkes, you wound me! I would never leave you in a situation I thought at all unsavory. Besides, I have faith in you to shape this group into some real fine cauldron repairers. By the end of your detention, you might even begin to compete with the house elves!” He makes it to the other side of the door, a cheerful smile disrupting his mustache. With a raise of his wand hand, he declares “Cheers!” and the door folds closed. 

And, with a dull thud, they are locked in.

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Cosette Hawkins Moodboad & Character Playlist

Click here to read more about Cosette: Ch.1 , Ch.2, Ch.3 Other Character moodboards: Kalliope Black & Arden Wilkes

A clever, feisty Hufflepuff that dreams of starting her very own newspaper at Hogwarts. If there's anything you need to know about Cosette, it's that she will do anything for a good story. She is well-versed in using her house to appear as a stereotypical innocent Hufflepuff ,but many seem to forget that badgers have sharp teeth too. Even so, there is much more to Cosette Hawkins than meets the eye.

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Untitled Marauders Fanfic Ch. 3

Link to Ch. 2

Summary: Cosette finds the object of her latest news story under the guise of being an innocent Hufflepuff who simply wants to help in the name of love. I mean what’s more interesting than a secret plot for love?

Heavy enemies to lovers trope, slow burn, multiple relationships, multiple POVs, found family, toxic relationships, abusive families

Ships: James Potter x O/C, Remus Lupin x O/C, Sirius Black x O/C

Warnings: blackmail, slight coercion, lying, one mischievous Hufflepuff

A/N: thank you if you’ve been reading up until this point it is greatly appreciated. Let me know in the comments if you have any suggestions, questions, or simply something fun to share! Thank u🫶🏻💕

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Untitled Fanfic Ch. 3

She sneezes, the dust from the old books finding its way into her sinuses. She anticipates the “shh!” from Madam Pince before she hears it. “Sorry…” she whispers, a bundle of books nestled under her arm. She ducks away from the librarian’s glare, walking to one of the long wooden tables.

She sits at the end away from most of the other students and opens an antiquated copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, flipping to the back to find the index.

“Wampus cat… water dragon parasite…” She mumbles to herself, dragging her finger down the page as she reads. “Ah, werewolf.”

She flips a few sections back, finding the desired chapter marked by a large illustration of a werewolf crouched mid-stride. “Gross,” she whispers, her eyes drifting slowly from the picture to the words beneath.

‘A werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope, was a human being who, upon the complete rising of the full moon, became an uncontrollable, fearsome, and deadly wolf. This condition is caused by infection with lycanthropy, also known as werewolfry. There are various differences between a werewolf’s wolf form and an actual wolf, making it easier to detect one.’

So absorbed into her reading, she doesn’t hear the commotion surrounding her until someone runs bodily into the table, upsetting the contents and knocking her book onto her lap. She looks up to find Sirius Black laughing, perched on the table with his wand raised. He points his wand to James Potter who, on the other side of the library, laughs heartily, on the defensive.

Sirius unleashes a spell in James’s direction, but the other boy dodges and allows the spell to hit the book behind his head, which suddenly sprouts colorful, patterned fur on its leather-bound cover.

“Mr. Black!” Madam Pince screeches, frantically making her way to him.

“Sorry, Madam Pince! My hand slipped, honest.” Sirius says with a broad grin. He looks down at Cosette and winks charmingly before slipping away, running between the shelves and dodging retaliatory curses from James.

She closes her book, slipping it in her robes and quickly making her way out of the library before she falls victim to one of the boys’ jinxes. She wanders the halls in search of a quiet place to study. She’s not sure how she ended up there, but without intending to, she finds herself situated in the potions classroom, empty after its last class. She makes her way to a table, absently flipping to her bookmarked page as she takes a seat.

‘A mixture of powdered silver and dittany applied to a fresh werewolf bite would seal the wound and allow the victim to live on as a werewolf, although tragic tales were told of bite victims begging for death rather than becoming werewolves. The Wolfsbane Potion, invented by Damocles Belby, allows werewolf drinkers to keep their human mind during transformation.’

Her eyes flit across the page curiously, her brow frowning as she reads on.

‘A werewolf cannot choose whether or not to transform and will no longer remember who they are once transformed. Multiple werewolves have been known to kill their best friends or loved ones while in wolf form if they were given the chance. Despite this, a werewolf will be able to recall everything they had experienced throughout their transformation upon reverting to their human form.’

The door creaks open, and she looks up to see a tall, black-haired wizard slip into the room. He pauses when he sees her, obviously expecting the room to be empty. He’s pale and tired looking, deep purple circles sitting under his eyes. His hair sits limply around his face, and his shoulders hunch like a boy who grew too much too fast, unsure of his height.

She raises a hand, waving awkwardly. “Uh, hello.”

“You’re in my seat.” The boy responds in greeting, his voice croaky like he hasn’t spoken in quite some time.

“Oh, um…” She looks around at where she sits, trying to find some identifiable feature that would mark the seat as his, but she can’t find anything that would distinguish it from the dozen other empty seats at the surrounding tables. But the boy waits, uncomfortably standing beside the door and watching her expectantly. “Right… sorry about that.” She picks her bag up from the floor and collects the book from the table. “There you are.” She says, moving away from his seat and offering him a small smile that he does not return.

He slips past her, his gaze downcast, and sinks into the seat. He places a thick and worn book on the table, the gilded Advanced Potion Making nearly worn completely off the leather cover.

She takes a seat at an adjacent table, returning to where she left off.

‘The monthly transformation of a werewolf is extremely painful if untreated and is usually proceeded and succeeded by pallor and ill health, and it is possible for the werewolf to display irritation toward friends and family leading up to the full moon. While in their wolfish form, a werewolf will entirely lose its human sense of right and wrong. However, it is incorrect to state that they have suffered from a permanent loss of moral sense.’

She is pulled from her focus by the smell of vanilla, the distant scent of a fire, and an aroma of something woodsy and pleasant. She breathes in the fragrance, a feeling of warmth expanding in her chest, and looks up from her book. The other wizard sits over a bubbling cauldron, his face tense in concentration. His book is open before him, and when she glances at it, she sees that every centimeter of free space is crammed full of notes.

She becomes increasingly distracted from her reading, watching him brew with a passion she finds fascinating. She closes her book softly, twisting in her seat to face him. “What are you making?” She asks.

He pauses slowly, his gaze slowly flickering to her as if he didn’t realize she was speaking to him. “What?” He asks gruffly.

She nods to the cauldron before him, “The potion you’re making, what is it?”

His look wavers between her and his work like he’s debating whether to answer her or not. “Amortentia.” He says finally, returning to his potion.

She pauses, knowing she has heard that name before in a potions class but not making the connection. “Amortentia…” she mumbles to herself, willing herself to recount Slughorn’s lessons. As she ponders, she watches as the wizard delicately picks up a large white pearl from his collection of ingredients scattered around him. The pearl is dropped into the cauldron with a light splash, and the aroma from before instantly floods her senses with a captivating intensity. It’s then that she realizes what he’s brewing.

“A love potion!” She exclaims, intrigued, and the wizard flinches, faltering in his stirring. “Yes…” he says slowly, gazing determinedly into the bubbling, pearlescent liquid.

She shifts in her seat, trying to get a better look. “You know those are banned, don’t you?” She asks in a conspiratorial whisper. He looks at her then, his gaze dark. “Will you report me?” He asks tensely. She doesn’t detect the thinly veiled threat in his tone, responding, “Not if you tell me who the potion is for.”

He grimaces, reducing the fire under the cauldron and busying himself by returning the ingredients to the pantry on the other side of the classroom. She stands from her seat, grabbing the remaining glass vials of ingredients. She corners him in the pantry, and he jumps when he turns to find her suddenly before him.

“What are you doing?” He asks, a note of panic in his voice as he flattens himself to the shelf behind him.

“Helping you clean.” She says innocently, standing on her toes to place an ingredient in its proper place on the shelf right beside his head. He swallows nervously, his discomfort nearly palpable.

She looks up into his face curiously, “Are you okay? You look a bit pale.” His jaw clenches, “I always look like this.” Her eyebrows quirk, “Oh…”

“Won’t you move?” He growls, looking as if he would rather melt into the shelf than touch her himself to push her away.

“When you tell me who the potion is for.” She says simply.

A hint of red rushes to his cheeks, giving his sickly pallor a flush of life. “Move.” He says again, a hand disappearing into the pocket of his robes.

She sighs, “It’s a pity you won’t tell me, but I’m sure Dumbledore will be much more persuasive.” His eyes narrow, “Are you threatening me?” He asks. She looks at the wand he pulled from his robes, “Are you?”

His lips thin, and the grip tightens on his wand for a millisecond before he returns it to the pocket of his robes. “Fine.”

Her eyes widen, “Fine?”

He glares at her and nods curtly. She grins broadly at him, “Brilliant.”

They return to his table, and she sits across from him as he carefully pours his potion into a glass vial. She leans forward, resting her chin on her hands. “So,” she says.

Snape stops the bottle without looking at her, “So?”

“So, who is it?”

He bites the inside of his cheek and looks at her from underneath his eyebrows, the urge to jinx her visible on his features. Her eyebrows raise patiently, “I think I heard Dumbledore just down the hall…”

“Fine! You menace.” He grumbles, stowing the potion away in his bag. He busies himself by continuing to fumble in his bag, so he doesn’t have to meet her eye, grumbling something under his breath.

She blinks, “I’m sorry?”

His jaw clenches, and he says it again, louder.

She frowns, “Who’s Fanny Blevins?”

He looks at her incensed, “It’s Lily Evans, damn it.”

She pauses, her mouth frozen in the shape of an ‘o.’

His face is nearly the scarlet of the Gryffindor crest, and he doesn’t attempt to contain the loathing in his gaze. “Well?”

“I—Isn’t she dating James Potter?”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say because with a furious glance he storms to the door.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” She calls out, spelling the door closed with a flick of her wand. He flips around, his black hair strewn around his face. “You’re kidnapping me now?”

“No! I—well…”

“What do you want?”

“I want to help you,” she says earnestly.

His eyes narrow in suspicion, “Help me?”

“Yes!” She nods eagerly.

He frowns, “How would you help me?”

“I can help you, you know, romance Lily Evans.”

He grimaces, turning away from her and setting his hand on the door of the classroom. “I don’t enjoy being toyed with.” He pushes on the door, but she locked it with her spell. He huffs, “Let me leave!”

She stands up, walking closer to him. Once again, he flattens himself to the door to create more distance. “I want to help you win over Lily Evans without using the Amortentia.” She says.

He furrows his eyebrows, “Why would you do that?”

“Because, well… because I think it’s sweet. If you took the time to brew the potion for her, then you must care a lot about her. And if she’s not dating James Potter—”

“She is most certainly not dating Potter.” He snarls, and Cosette raises her hands innocently, “Okay, I’m sensing some bitterness there, moving on. If she’s not dating anyone, then I can’t see why she wouldn’t go for you!”

He looks at her skeptically, “You don’t know me.”

She shrugs, “So?”

His eyes waver, and he takes a moment to think about her offer. “You’ll help me with Lily? Truly?”

She smiles, “Yes! Promise,” she extends her pinky towards him, and he recoils from it as if it is toxic. She eyes him warily, “You, uh, don’t know how to pinky promise?”

“Is that a binding spell?”

“No! It’s—ugh, never mind. I swear that I will help you.”

He looks into her face, his expression unreadable, before speaking. “Okay.”

She smiles, “Okay!” With a flick of her wand, she unlocks the door. He pushes open the door with a quickness as if escaping from a hungry blaze.

“Wait!” She says as he begins to scamper down the hallway.

“What?” He asks, impertinent.

“What’s your name?” She asks.

He blinks, “Severus.”

She smiles, “Nice to meet you Severus!” She yells as he escapes around the corner, “I’m—”

“Cosette,” someone cuts her off. She turns to see Professor Sprout, letter in hand. “Yes, professor?”

“I was just coming to deliver this to your headboy, but I might as well tell you in person now. Mr. Filch just came to me about your detention, said that you’ll need to meet Professor Slughorn in the Potions classroom Saturday at eight in the morning and he’ll have some work for you to do.”

She winces; she had forgotten about the detention. “Yes, professor.”

Professor Sprout nods, bustling away, “Oh, and do remember to study the properties of Mandrakes before our next class!” She says as she exits.

Cosette, however, does not hear her, instead thinking about her romance scheme. It’s going to be hard work, but she has faith in herself to make that union happen.

And it will be a great story.

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Arden Wilkes Moodboard & Character Playlist

Click here to read more Ch.1 & Ch.2 Other Character moodboards: Kalliope Black & Cosette Hawkins

Who has heard of a certain half-blood who has slithered her way into the house of ambition? Snakes are cold-blooded by nature but this snake is the coldest of all. Arden Wilkes has made a name for herself alright and continues to do so. But will the path she has chosen lead to her demise or will it lead to her ambition for power? It sure is lonely when you get to the top and Arden knows this better than most.

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Untitled Marauders Fanfic Ch.2

Link to Ch.1

Summary: Arden grapples with the events of last night weighing the benefits of keeping Remus’s secret or seeking revenge for her new scars.

Heavy enemies to lovers trope, multiple relationships, multiple POVs, found family, toxic relationships, abusive families

Ships: James Potter x O/C, Remus Lupin x O/C, Sirius Black x O/C

Warnings: potential blackmail, mentions of past violence, one apologetic, awkward werewolf.

A/N: hello, thank you all for liking/commenting it’s much appreciated. Me and my friend (the author) are both very excited about this story and the feedback we’ve received!

Tag: @c3lestee , this chapter may give you a hint of a sweet to be ship ;)

O/C character moodboard:

Untitled Fanfic Ch. 2

There’s someone sitting beside her bed in the hospital wing when she wakes up the next morning. 

 Her vision is blurry, but at least her face doesn’t hurt anymore. She raises a hand to her eye, feeling the raised scar left behind from the attack. 

She sits up in bed, eying the figure slumped in the chair beside her. His arms are crossed over his chest, his head tilted back in sleep. He looks awful; he has scratches covering his face and neck and the bags under his eyes are noticeably blue with exhaustion. She doesn’t know who it is, but he doesn’t look peaceful when he sleeps. 

“He came in right after breakfast this morning.” Madam Pomfrey says, coming to her bed with a glass of water. She accepts the water gratefully, relishing the feeling of the cool liquid on her dry throat. “Been here for hours waiting on you,” her eyes wander over the boy with a look of vague disapproval, “I normally don’t allow visitors after attacks like these, but he was very insistent, and, well, he did have a note from Dumbledore…” 

“What time is it?” Arden asks, her voice hoarse. “One o’clock,” Madam Pomfrey answers, gripping Arden underneath her chin to get a good look at her face. She tuts under her breath, “Werewolf scratches… tricky things. I did all I could, but I’m afraid that will leave a scar my dear.”

The chair creaks beside her bed, and the noise startles her. 

Remus pauses apologetically, his hair standing at odd angles as he sits up in his chair. 

Arden’s eyes widen, her body jerking as she tries to get to him, “You!” She exclaims, attempting to kick off the thick layers of quilts and blankets to wrap her hands around the boy’s throat. 

“Miss Wilkes!” Madam Pomfrey cries, struggling to restrain her. She fights desperately trying to claw her way to the boy before her. Remus stands up from his chair, taking a step back. 

“I’m sorry!” He says over the sounds of her swearing and struggling, his hands raised in surrender. He clutches a bundle of flowers in his left hand; it looks like he picked them himself. “I—I thought, maybe—” 

“Are you mad? You’re the one who did this to me you bloody—” 

“That is enough!” Madam Pomfrey exclaims, pushing Arden back down on the bed by her shoulders. “I am not above magically restraining you, young lady.” She says sternly. 

Arden swears under her breath, shaking off Madam Pomfrey’s grip. The healer points a warning finger at her, and Arden finally gives in. “Fine! I’ll behave.” 

Madam Pomfrey nods, turning to Remus who is eyeing Arden nervously, pink with embarrassment. “Mr. Lupin, I am very sorry, but I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave.” Remus shakes his head, depositing the flowers on the nightstand beside Arden’s head. “No, I’m sorry. I’ll just leave these here and uh…” he meets Arden’s scathing glare for half a second before looking away, “Um,  yeah…” 

He makes his way out of the hospital wing quickly, not looking back. 

Madam Pomfrey huffs, shaking her head and aggressively tucking the quilt back around Arden’s body. “And this is why I do not allow visitors! You are in a fragile state and the last thing you need is—” She continues to gripe under her breath while she soothes the bedsheets, refills Arden’s water glass, and fluffs the pillow behind her head. Arden tunes her out, her blood thrumming in her ears with anger and astonishment as she looks at the wilting flowers on the nightstand. 

Flowers, she thinks to herself. He brought me bloody flowers. 

She stays in the hospital wing until dinner that evening, effectively missing the first classes of the term. She showers and changes before making her way to the Great Hall. She can see that the meal has already begun when the doors open before her. News of the attack circulated in her absence, and several students look up from their food to look at her as she makes her way between the tables. 

She ignores them, only meeting the eye of the Hufflepuff girl from the night before who looks at her sympathetically, giving her a small thumbs up that she supposes is intended to be a sign of encouragement. 

She takes a seat at the Slytherin table, starving after her stay in the hospital wing. She reaches a hand for a dinner roll, but the plate is snatched away before she can reach it. She clenches her jaw, glaring in the direction of the thief just to meet the amused eyes of Regulus Black. 

“You’ve had quite the interesting start of term, I’ve heard.” He says, taking a roll and taking a bite out of it. She rolls her eyes, stealing the plate from him. “Please, enlighten me on exactly what you’ve heard.” 

He grins sideways at her, throwing himself into a harrowing tale of three girls lost in the forbidden forest for the night forced to fight off giants and centaurs. 

“And werewolves as well, clearly.” He says, nodding to the fresh scar. She snorts, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. “Where did you hear all of this?” 

He shrugs, “Here and there. Is it true, then?” 

She takes a bite out of a chicken leg, shaking her head. “Hardly.” 

“Pity,” He yawns, running a hand through his thick black hair. Sometimes it strikes her how much he and Sirius truly resemble each other. “You tell me your story, then.” 

She tells him of her romp in the forbidden forest, how she followed Kalliope Black, how they found the Hufflepuff girl, about his brother’s sudden appearance, and, finally, about the werewolf attack. Regulus sits in rapt silence the entire time, a soup spoon halted in midair as he listens to her in fascination. 

“You sure it was a werewolf?” He asks. She looks at him plainly, “Positive.”

“Amazing,” He breaths, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. She rolls her eyes, pushing her plate away from her now that she’s had her fill. “Yes. Quite.” 

“You know, there is one more thing I heard…” He starts, a devilish glint in his eye. She raises an eyebrow, “Which is…?” 

“I heard that the potential werewolf in question is none other than my brother’s detestable companion. What’s his name? Laughlin? Louison?” 

“Lupin?” She offers. 

He snaps, “That’s the one.” He leans closer to her, his expression hungry for information, “So, is he?” 

She scoffs, smiling softly. 

She had every intention of answering him honestly. Why wouldn’t she? What purpose would it serve her to protect the identity of a boy who nearly clawed her eye out the night before. But as she looks across the Great Hall, she sees him sitting in between Sirius and James Potter. He looks exhausted being jostled around by the two boys on his sides as they joke and roughhouse. He looks about a foot away from death’s door, but he still smiles faintly at something Sirius said, wincing as his friend claps him good-naturedly on the shoulder. 

She was going to tell Regulus the truth, but then she remembers the flowers, the delicate yellow daisies he picked himself and waited for hours to give to her in person when she regained consciousness. 

And, in that moment, she couldn’t tell him the truth. 

“I don’t think so,” she answers. “Dumbledore, even as daft as he is, wouldn’t knowingly let a werewolf attend Hogwarts, would he?” 

Regulus puffs a breath of air through his nose, disappointed, “You certainly have more faith in him than I do.

…

Despite lying in the hospital wing all day, she was exhausted by the time dinner was over, and knowing the amount of homework she would be assigned in order to catch up only fatigued her further. 

She hides a yawn behind her hand, lagging behind the rest of the Slytherins as they file out of the Great Hall. 

Someone stumbles into her from behind, nearly sending her onto the stone floor. They catch her with a firm grip on her wrist, and she turns on them with an inflamed glare as she regains her balance. 

“What the ruddy fuck—” She starts, only to look up into the horrified face of Remus Lupin. Beyond him she can see the other three of his quartet sniggering as they escape around a corner. 

“God, I’m sorry. Again. Shit.” He runs a nervous hand through his mousy, untamed hair. His eyes roam her face, landing on the scar cutting through her left eye with an apologetic wince. “God…” he says again, under his breath. 

“Gruesome, isn’t it?” She remarks sarcastically, “Pomfrey said she did everything she could, but werewolf scratches are tricky.” 

She spits the words with venom, and he gives her the desired response, flinching away from the word ‘werewolf’ as if she had reared back to slap him. 

“I’m really sorry…” He says, looking down at their feet. 

She snorts, “As you should be. The death of my good looks is on your hands.” 

“Ah, I don’t know about that…” He starts, trailing off as he meets her disbelieving gaze. “Er, I mean—” 

She takes a step back from him, her lips curling in disgust. “Fuck off,” she says, and he takes a step back from her, wounded. “And be grateful I haven’t let your dirty little secret slip to the whole school.” 

His eyes widen, and he heaves a relieved sigh, a visible weight lifting from his shoulders, “Thank—” 

“Don’t thank me,” she snaps, “Remember, I know what you are. You owe me.” 

His brows furrow in worry, his mouth going slack. She looks him over one more time, a picture of exhausted dishevelment, and turns to leave. 

“Wait!” He calls, and she pauses, turning to meet his eye. 

“You—you won’t really tell, right?” 

She smiles, shrugging a shoulder before turning and making her way to the common room, desperately eager for her bed, “We’ll see.”

The common room is loud when she finally makes it to the dungeons of Hogwarts. The fire is roaring despite the heat outside; it is always cold being so far underground. She sees Regulus sitting on one of the armchairs by the fire, a girl sitting at his feet and another sitting by his side. He finds her eye across the common room and winks. Her nose wrinkles in disgust, and she decides to head to bed early. She nearly reaches the girls’ dormitory when she is stopped by the head boy. “A note for you.” He says, shoving a piece of parchment in her hand. She unfurls the parchment, using the glow of the fire to read: 

Miss Wilkes, Please report to the Potions classroom this Saturday at 8:00 to fulfill the requirements of your detention. Sincerely, H. Slughorn

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Kalliope Black Moodboard & Character Playlist

Slight Ch.1 Spoilers, link to ch.1 here Other Character moodboards: Arden Wilkes & Cosette Hawkins

Kalliope Black is from a long line of pure blood ancestry. Though she desperately craves to follow in her family’s footsteps, she ends up in Gryffindor. What is a pure blooded aristocrat meant to do other than prove herself better than her sorting “mistake”? Merlin knows she’d do anything to not end up like Sirius, disowned, abandoned, and somehow happy?

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Untitled Marauders Fanfic Ch. 1

Summary: 3 O/Cs meet accidentally one night at the beginning of term, little do they know secrets of a certain prankster group become unveiled. What feelings will be provoked? What plots will unravel? All will be revealed in due time.

Heavy enemies to lovers trope, multiple relationships, different POVs, found family, toxic relationships, abusive families

Ships: James Potter x O/C, Remus Lupin X O/C, Sirius Black x O/C

Warnings: umm some violence?? Eventual smut tho not yet

A/N: Hi so I’m actually not the author but my friend gave me permission to post on her behalf. Any positive feedback is welcome and let us know if you would like to see more. Also we don’t have a name for it yet either so any ideas with that would also be appreciated. xo

O/C character moodboard:

(Unknown Title) Ch.1

It is uncharacteristically hot on the first of September, and the students start to lose their clothes as they stand around the massive fire burning on the campus green. Kal stands on the outcrop of her friends, watching them all get drunk and couple up to kick off the new term. She watches as a Hufflepuff walks off with another 6-year into the forest, their giggling swallowed by the roar of the fire and the gaggle of excited students.

She yawns, her shirt sticking to her skin from the humidity. One of her friends offers her the dregs of his alcohol, but she declines. He slinks off nonchalantly, and she takes a seat on the hill, surveying the fanfare from above while nestled in the soft grass. A soft breeze brushes her hair off her sweaty neck, and she follows its path, laying back on the grass and looking at the clear sky above.

The sky is vacant of stars, the full moon illuminating the sky and outshining the other heavenly bodies. She closes her eyes against the glow of the moon, its shine remaining even behind her eyelids.

She just gets comfortable when she hears a howl from the forest.

Her eyes open immediately, and she sits up, turning her head in the direction of the dark forest. She looks back at the group of students partying on the green, but none of them seem to have heard what she did. She stands slowly, eyes focused on the line of forest a few hundred yards from her. She pulls out her wand when she hears another howl, the grass crunching beneath her feet as she slowly makes a path to the wood.

She pauses at the tree line, her toes a brush away from the perimeter of the forest. She takes a slow breath. It feels colder here, so close to something forbidden. She takes another step.

The trees behind her almost entirely swallow the light of the bonfire, but she is unafraid. She ventures into the forest boldly, her wand at the ready. She hears the ghost of cries from the other creatures in the forest, and they raise goosebumps on her arms, but they are nothing like what she heard sitting on the green.

She pauses, hearing a rustling in the forest behind her. She turns around frantically.

“Lumos,” she whispers.

Her wand provides scant light in the overpowering darkness of the forest, and she can hardly see what is in front of her.

“Who’s there?” She asks, her voice swallowed by the trees. A branch snaps to her left, and she turns in that direction, her wand on the defensive.

“Fuck off with the sneaky shit.” She swears, her eyes focused on a silhouette shadowed between two trees. Her eyes narrow, and she takes a step forward, raising the light of her wand to see…

A flash of blue streaks past her face, and she swears, stumbling back.

“Did you just try to curse me?” She exclaims, her eyes wide in disbelief. The other girl remains grudgingly silent, stepping out from the canopy of the trees into the wand light. Her wand is also raised, pointed at Kal’s chest.

“What are you doing out here?” Kal asks, taking a step toward her aggressor.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she says, her wand hand steady and trained on Kal, “I saw you sneak off from the party.”

Kal raises her eyebrows, a small smile playing on her shadowed features. “So, you followed me? I’m flattered.”

The other girl scowls, “Don’t inflate your ego. I only came to see what kind of shit you get into in the forest at night like this. Merlin knows what filth you might conspire with.”

Kal snorts, “Those are mighty words. I thought your family respected the House of Black.”

“Not blood traitors like you,” the other girl sneers.

Kal frowns, “Who says I’m a blood traitor?” She asks. The girl nods to the Gryffindor emblem on Kal’s shirt, “Look where you were sorted. All the great Blacks have been in Slytherin. The only ones who aren’t are you and your shithead little traitor of a cousin—”

The girl is interrupted as a jinx flies narrowly past her face and into the space between the trees beyond. She gasps, her confidence thrown as Kal opens her mouth to spit out another curse. She, however, pauses as a squeal echoes through the night.

Both girls stop, their bravado dampened as the squeal reverberates through the trees. They exchange glances before the two of them slowly make their way through the wood to where the noise came from.

Kal raises her wand to provide light, and nearly screams when the Hufflepuff girl she saw sneaking off from earlier suddenly emerges from a crop of trees. She is out of breath and flustered, her lipstick smudged on her face and her hair a mess. Kal frowns, “Have you… been snogging in the forbidden forest?” She asks, incredulity leaking into her voice.

The Hufflepuff looks at her assuredly, “Obviously. Which one of you whores jinxed my date?”

The two girls exchange wavering glances before another howl cracks the silence of the night.

“Shit!” The Hufflepuff exclaims, and the two girls shush her fervently.

“What in the bloody hell was that?” The Hufflepuff exclaims.

“I don’t know, that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Kal explains.

“And it’s why you shouldn’t be in the fucking forest anyway,” the other girl continues, chastising the Hufflepuff.

Another howl reverberates through the air, and this time it sounds closer. The girls slowly inch closer to each other, back-to-back to see around them at all angles.

They hear movement in the darkness ahead of them, and another howl echoes above. Kal swallows a scream as a creature runs through the darkness, the pads of its paws slamming against the hard earth. The Hufflepuff covers her eyes as the creature runs upon the girls missing as it transforms mid-stride from animal to man.

Kal gawks at the disheveled figure, “Sirius?”

Sirius’s eyes are wide with frustration, “Kalliope?” He growls, running a hand through his dark hair. The Hufflepuff girl peaks through her fingers, “Do you two… know each other?” She asks.

“She’s my cousin.” Sirius says, nodding to Kal. Kal flinches at their family link spoken so openly, scowling into the dark.

The Slytherin girl eyes Sirius warily, her brain visibly working behind her eyes. Sirius meets her gaze, shuffling uncomfortably on his feet.

“The fuck are you three doing out here?” Sirius asks urgently, “Do you know what tonight is?”

The Hufflepuff blinks, “It’s… the start of term.” A howl rings close to them, and the Hufflepuff cries out, clutching onto the Slytherin girl. The other girl grimaces but lets her hold onto her arm as she readies her wand with the other hand.

Sirius is visibly nervous, looking around the group warily. “No, you fumbling idiots, it’s a full moon!”

The Slytherin’s eyes widen, “Wait…” She mumbles.

A near growl vibrates the dirt beneath their feet. “Shit…” Sirius whispers, his body tensing defensively. Kal’s eyes widen, following Sirius’s gaze into the forest.

“Is there a werewolf in the forest?” The Slytherin asks, looking at Sirius. He ignores her as the growling draws closer, “Merlin, please…” He prays silently. The Hufflepuff stiffens, her fingers digging painfully into the arm of the Slytherin girl. Branches creak near them, and Sirius growls, “Remus!” he calls out. Kal’s jaw drops, “Remus?” She asks, and the Slytherin girl continues, “Lupin’s a werewolf?”

“I knew it!” The Hufflepuff whispers in the midst of her terror just as something charges out of the darkness.

The groups scatters, and the werewolf pounces. He lands on the Slytherin girl, his weight swallowing her scream.

“Remus, no!” Sirius yells, shifting into a shaggy black dog. The werewolf raises a paw, slicing across the Slytherin’s face. Sirius pounces on Remus, their bodies crashing together. Snarls and growls fill the night as the two boys roll around on the grass, biting and scratching at each other.

Tears mingle with the blood dripping drown the Slytherin girl’s face as she frantically shuffles backward on the grass.

“Come on!” Kal says, lifting the girl off the ground. She grabs the Hufflepuff girl’s arm, running away from the scene before them. They run blindly into the forest not knowing which way it out. The Hufflepuff screams again as a figure cuts across their path.

James Potter looks at them frenziedly, stopping them in their tracks. “What the hell are you three doing? Do you know—”

“Do you know what tonight is?” Kal mocks him, “Yes we are well aware that it’s a full moon, thank you.” They can still hear the boys fighting in the distance, their roars of rage slowly making their way closer to the group.

“Damnit,” James whispers, stepping forward and grabbing Kal’s hand. She jerks back, but his grip tightens. His blue eyes meet hers with intensity, “You better bloody well hold on if you want to get out of here.” He says. She opens her mouth to respond, but he begins running. She’s tugged along in tow, her hand in his. The other girls follow desperately, their footsteps loudly crunching through the dead earth under their feet.

The Hufflepuff nearly sobs when they reach the edge of the forest, the bonfire once again in their sights. They can still hear the wolf and the animagus behind them, seemingly drawing closer with each beat of their feet.

James gives Kal a final push through the edge of the forest, “I though the Blacks were meant to be smarter than this.” He snaps, turning to address the situation within the forest.

“Fuck you, Potter!” Kal yells into the darkness. The Slytherin wobbles on her feet, blood smearing on her shirt. The Hufflepuff desperately attempts to alleviate the situation, trying to keep the Slytherin upright.

Kal turns to the other girls, sighing dejectedly. “Happy beginning of term…” She mumbles to herself.

“Well, well, well…”

Someone limps slowly over the crest of the hill; she can hear the greasy smile in his voice.

“What do we have here?” Filch asks, holding up his lantern with a wide grin.

The Slytherin collapses.

The Hufflepuff starts crying.

Kal buries her head in her hands, “Damnit…”

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