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A Search for Balance
CHAPTER 25: SKYE'S CONFESSION
Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.
Tagging: @flareshogwarts
As the Christmas break drew to its end, Orion found himself reluctant to go home. His conversation with Katriona had left him feeling restless, unsure of whether he should feel determined or desperate in the face of his return to Wigtown.
On their first practice day of the new year, Orion woke with nervous anticipation. He had only seen Lizzie briefly since their match in Kenmare and not spoken to her at all, but even so, his heart started beating faster when she walked into the changing room.
The feeling quickly vanished as he took a closer look at her. There were shadows under her eyes that made her look tired, the face pale and drawn as she took her seat between him and Skye. She didn’t speak, and Orion forced himself to listen to Ethan; it was no use fretting over something that had apparently been only in his head. Lizzie’s stance on the whole thing between them was apparent, that much he could tell.
The training session Ethan had planned for them was hard, and it wasn’t long before every muscle in Orion’s body was screaming. Judging by the subdued mutters of his teammates, they weren’t doing any better. After about half of their routine was done, Skye advocated for a break; Orion couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Skye returned to the team with a burning face and foul mood.
Lizzie was the only one to not mind the drill, performing every exercise fast and without complaint. Watching her, it was hard to believe that she had been too injured to play only a few weeks ago; her shots were hard and her aim precise, and Ethan had more than one appreciative word for her.
Every time her father praised Lizzie, Skye’s face grew darker. When they were done for the day, she lost no time returning to the changing room. Orion himself took his time getting changed; Lizzie had already gone, and he didn’t want to risk running into her when she so obviously didn’t want to talk to him.
He waited until the rest of the team was gone before he picked up his things, ready to leave. As he exited the changing room, a set of voices drifting down the corridor caught his attention. They were Skye’s and Ethan’s, and from what Orion could tell, they were arguing. He turned away, not wanting to listen in, but something made him stop.
“Do I look like I care?” Ethan had just said. “I don’t give a Chizpurfle’s shit about how it got to the press. I want to know if it’s true or not.”
Skye must have answered too quietly for Orion to hear because Ethan’s voice took on a sharper note.
“Have you run into a Beater’s Bat, Skye? Never thought to tell me about any of this, did you? You said there’s no way bringing him back from the dead could bite us in the arse, but what’s this, then? Not exactly a straight shot, is it?”
“So what if Lizzie shagged her ex?” Skye replied, sounding defiant. “That’s their problem, not ours. I really didn’t think this was gonna happen,” she added after a moment. “I thought if only we got the old team together, Lizzie would focus on what matters. I needed to do something before she’d marry herself off, and that’d be the last we’ve seen of her. Couldn’t know she’d get herself into a mess like this, now, could I?”
“I trusted you on this, and you let me down,” Ethan said regardless. “Thought it would do you good, surrounding you with people you can work with - Godric knows there’s little enough of them - but it was a mistake.”
He had lowered his voice, and despite himself, Orion found himself listening more closely.
“Have you any idea of what these articles are doing? Won’t be long until the press asks about Lizzie scoring off the pitch rather than on it. Not exactly the best circumstances to remind her of what she has in Wigtown. I need her to sign this bloody contract, and soon. Or do you want to hand the Cup to the Magpies again?”
“What I want,” Skye said fiercely, “is to win the Cup for the Wanderers, with or without her. One player doesn’t make a team, Dad. If she doesn’t want to play for us, let her go.”
“Careful, lassie,” came Ethan’s reply, sharply and promptly. “Don’t think you can teach me about Quidditch. I need Lizzie Jameson on my team to win, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her there. Now stop the whining and do what I told you. That’s what I made you captain for.”
Skye said something Orion didn’t understand, storming through the door to Ethan’s office a moment later. Ripping her captain’s badge off her jacket, she threw it to the ground and stomped away in the opposite direction to where Orion was standing in the shadows. Once she was gone, he went and picked it up, thoughtfully turning it between his fingers. When he looked up, he saw Ethan standing in the doorway, watching him.
“What do you want now?”
Orion shook his head, closing his hand around Skye’s badge before setting off in the direction where she had vanished. He wasn’t the one in dire need of help right now.
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He found Skye in the stands surrounding the Quidditch pitch. Upon coming closer, Orion could see that she was furiously scribbling into a red notebook, so focused on her work that she didn’t even seem to mind the cold January wind blowing through the stadium. She suddenly paused, ripped out the half-finished page with an irritated sound, and tossed it to the ground, where several others were lying already.
Orion picked one up and smoothed it out, surprised to see the beginnings of a match plan.
“Isn’t it the coach’s prerogative to devise the team’s strategy?” he asked as he sat next to her on the cold wood.
Skye glanced up from her notes. “Can’t hurt to put my own two brain cells to it, can it?”
She returned her attention to her notebook but only stared at the pages, her shoulders slumped forward in discouragement. Orion extended his hand.
“May I?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Skye handed him the notebook. “Ain’t got much yet. Hard to say what the right approach’s gonna be with Jameson just being back and all.” Her face darkened. “Not even sure she should play at all, in fact.”
Orion’s eyes fell on the line-up Skye had scribbled in the upper right-hand corner. She had listed four Chasers - Orion and herself, then Lizzie and Morgaine. The latter two had been repeatedly crossed out and written down again.
“As captain, your personal grievances must never cloud your judgement,” Orion said, taking Skye’s quill and underlining Lizzie’s name. “The three of us have helped our team to victory before, and I’m confident we will continue to do so.”
Skye looked at him from the corners of her eyes. “You sure you’re qualified to talk about this personal grievance thing?”
Orion paused his writing. “Have I ever led our team astray?”
“No, I suppose not.” She inhaled deeply. “Right, what do you suggest?”
Orion drew lines and circles until they formed a rudimentary diagram. Doing so felt strange to him; he hadn’t worked out a strategy chart since his time at Hogwarts.
“The Wasps lost their first match against us and will be eager for retribution. Their Beaters’ aim is their greatest asset, and our Seeker will be most at risk of being stung. Tell me, Skye, do you know what a hoverfly is?”
Taken aback by the sudden change of topic, Skye blinked. “Those pesky little buggers that look like wasps?”
Orion nodded. “They are harmless but use their brothers’ colours to hide from danger in plain sight.”
Skye’s face lit up as she understood. “You want Sheridan to tag the Wimbourne Chasers, don’t you? Wait a second,” she added with a frown. “That’s one of your old strategies, ain’t it?”
“The past holds all the answers we need.” A smirk stole onto his face. “That is, if you’re not afraid of having to dodge a few extra Bludgers coming our way.”
Skye flashed him a grin. “When have I ever backed down from a Bludger?”
Orion handed her the notebook back, watching as she completed the diagram. “You certainly never shied away from a challenge. But in Quidditch, as in life, the key to victory lies in unity and teamwork, not in the lone fight of a single player.”
Skye tensed. “Not everything’s made easier by holding hands.”
“I find the opposite to be true. It’s when we feel most alone that we’re in need of a friend.” He gave her an encouraging smile. “You don’t have to share what’s burdening you. But if you need someone to lighten the load, I’m here to listen.”
Skye shook her head. “How do you share a legacy?”
She began to tell Orion about her struggles, the daily conversations with her father, and how they would always turn into bitter arguments about how to lead their team. As captain, it was her responsibility to be both the voice of the team and her father’s extended hand on the pitch; her being the only remaining Parkin child in Wigtown didn’t make things any easier, either.
“I thought being captain would be fun,” Skye sighed when she was done, “but it ain’t at all. How did you make it look so easy all these years?”
“There’s an art to making the difficult seem effortless. Having your team place their trust in you is an honour, but living up to their expectations of you is never easy, nor should it be. May I offer a word of advice?”
“Can I stop you?”
“Of course you can.”
“No, go on,” Skye decided. “Just don’t make it a sermon.”
“What do you think were my reasons for doing our moments of vivification before every match?”
“You like to hear yourself talk?”
“To inspire, it doesn’t matter what you say or do,” Orion explained. “To ignite a fire inside the people looking to you for guidance, it’s important how you make them feel. Make them confident in themselves and proud to be part of your team, then you know they will go above and beyond to surpass themselves. If your team isn’t burning for you, no strategy in the world can make up for it.”
Skye made a sceptical sound. “Not sure Dad would agree.”
“The interesting question is, do you agree?”
Skye was silent while she contemplated his words. Eventually, she said, “Don’t think it matters what I believe. He’s the coach, and he’s my dad. His word’s the law, one way or another. It’s up to me to find a way to make everyone happy, though I don’t have a bloody idea on how to do that.”
“If there’s one thing I learned in Montrose, it’s that if success requires giving up on your beliefs, it will always feel empty. I stopped listening to what my heart was trying to tell me, but you can only bend for so long before you break. Ultimately, all you have is one choice - to break or to be broken.”
“But Montrose didn’t break you,” Skye shook her head. “You’re the Captain. Nothing can break you.”
“Because I chose to break away on my own terms, and it cost me dearly.” He smiled at Skye and held her captain’s badge out to her. “And you’re the captain now, not me.”
“In a way, you’re always gonna be the Captain to me.”
They fell silent. Lost in thought, Orion picked up one of Skye’s discarded pages and tore little pieces off it. The wind blew them over the pitch, and he watched them dance in the dwindling light before they slowly sank to the ground.
“Strange, isn’t it?” Skye suddenly spoke up. “Last time I sat on some stands and let pages fly was when Lizzie asked me to train her for the house team. Feels like a lifetime ago.
“A lot has changed since then.”
“I guess so,” Skye hummed, touching the tips of her boots against the railing in a slow rhythm. “I’m sorry everything has gone so wrong. I really only wanted the best for the team when I asked you to come back… and you and Lizzie, of course. That, too.”
“Everything happens for a reason,” Orion said gravely. “It’s futile to ponder over it. The ways of the universe are unfathomable.”
“How do you feel about all of this anyway? The bad press and all?”
Orion picked up another piece of paper, this time smoothing it out and neatly folding it along the edges, over and over again.
“Unsettled,” he answered Skye’s question. “It feels like the walls are closing in on me, and wherever I look, I see things I do not wish to be reminded of. Everything I’ve done has brought pain to both Lizzie’s life and mine. Maybe I should have refused your offer,” he said with a defeated voice. “Maybe all of this was a mistake.”
“Want to know what I think?”
“Of course.”
“I think you need to stop whining and pull yourself together,” Skye told him seriously. “I know you’re heartbroken, I get it, but I meant what I said. Nothing can break you. And for what it’s worth, the Wanderers are glad you’re here, and so am I. As for the rest, I guess you’ll need to swallow your pride and be a man. Make of that what you will.”
She rose to her feet and pocketed both her notebook and the captain’s badge. “I can’t rely on Lizzie anymore to back me up. If you want me to be a leader, I’ll need at least one person on my side. I’m counting on you, Captain. I can’t afford to lose you as well.”
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#harry potter hogwarts mystery#quidditch#orion amari#orion amari x mc#lizzie jameson#skye parkin#ethan parkin#balance series#search for balance#sfb
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Who would win the title of worst parent of the year & every therapist nightmare dream?
It shouldn’t be an hard take…
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Case File: Orion Amari v. the Court of Public Opinion
Orion Amari never understood why so many people in the Hogwarts Quidditch world thought that he fancied Carewyn Cromwell. Here collected is some in-game evidence of why that is --
Exhibit A: Defendant encourages the subject x20.
Exhibit B: Defendant gushes about subject’s talent and favorable qualities frequently.
Exhibit C: Defendant is very attuned to subject’s usual behavior and feelings.
Exhibit D: Defendant shows remarkable levels of faith and trust in subject, more so even than other members of his team.
Exhibit D(a): Defendant wants subject to trust him just as much and admits so openly.
Exhibit E: Defendant generally prefers peace and stability, but still smiles sincerely when subject is louder than average.
Exhibit F: Defendant will go out of his way to spend time with subject.
Exhibit F(a): Defendant will also go out of his way to teach subject unique Quidditch techniques he’s developed.
Exhibit G: Subject likewise expresses great interest in and admiration for defendant.
Exhibit H: Subject can actually follow Defendant’s bizarre thought process.
Exhibit I: Just...This.
Exhibit J: Close friend and teammate of Defendant immediately assumes they’re training together.
Exhibit K: Defendant’s Quidditch opponents clearly think they’re an item too.
Exhibit L: The way Defendant LOOKS at the subject.
In conclusion...
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#hphm#hogwarts mystery#crack#orion amari#carewyn cromwell#erika rath#murphy mcnully#skye parkin#face paint kid#ethan parkin#gameplay#I'm sorry though orion's expression in the last picture of exhibit d?? I'm dying#it just communicates 'I'm sorry are you actually *questioning* that my ttly not future gf is a badass?'#hahahahaha#also yes rath like the rest of the quidditch world kind of assumed orion had a crush on carewyn#why else would you be so desperate to get 'cursebreaker cromwell' back on your team#(answer: orion knew carewyn was a kindred spirit!! romantically or not he liked playing with her :< )
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Quidditch family headcanons
Skye is the same age as MC, Murphy is year older and Orion is in the same year as Bill
Skye lives with her father and two older brothers Ethan Jr ‘EJ’ and Brian
EJ is six years old than Skye, she was his replacement on the team. Brian is three years older than Skye and a chaser on the Ravenclaw team
Murphy lives with his parents and his extended family lives down the street from him
Orion grew up in Wool’s Orphanage (same room as Voldy)
Orion doesn’t know anything about his parents and secretly hopes that they gave him up for his safety and they are still alive
Skye lost her mother when she was barely a toddler.
EJ, Brian, Skye and their mother all got dragon pox. The boys got a minor case and Skye and their mother got very sick. Mrs Parkin died and Skye nearly lost her life
Skye doesn’t remember her time in St Mungo’s but does have a fear of healers and hospitals
Orion and Murphy don’t like this fear since Skye refuses to go to the hospital wing even when she needs it
Murphy’s mother was cursed when she was pregnant with him. Do to the dark magic Murphy was born with his disability
Skye is the baby of her family.
Ethan spoiled Skye since she is his baby girl and she lost her mother so young
Orion often has to remind Skye when she’s acting spoiled
Murphy collects chocolate frog cards
He’s actually doesn’t like the candy so he gives them to Orion
Skye hates chocolate frogs. One Christmas she ate so many of them with her brothers and cousins she got extremely sick
Murphy loves working with numbers.
Skye is gay
Orion doesn’t really care for romantic love
Murphy is too loud for people to date
Murphy struggles with his inside voice
Skye is super possessive of her brothers.
She hates when her brothers get girlfriends
Skye is also a daddy’s girl
Murphy loves to cook and bake. He’s very good at both of them
He can bake a scale model cake of a quidditch pitch
Murphy actually did that for Orion as a birthday present
That was one of the first birthday cakes Orion had
(This might be a bit of au) Skye got walking pneumonia right before the Gryffindor v Ravenclaw game. She refused to admit she was sick until about fifteen minutes before the game when Murphy found her vomiting
Orion asked the Ravenclaw team if the game could be delayed since one of his players were sick. Brian instantly knew it was Skye
It took both Murphy and Brian to get Skye to the hospital wing
Murphy is a so heavy sleeper
More than once his dorm mates thought he was dead since he was so fast asleep
Orion is not, he’s a very light sleeper
Murphy favorite hot drink is coffee, Orion prefers tea, Skye loves hot chocolate
Wheelchairs don’t belong in the air or  attached to brooms
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Curse Breakers Gambit ch 7
Flourish and Blotts had been closed to the public, and when they entered the store, there were mix matched tables and chairs set up throughout to host the schools participating in the chess tournament along with a matchup board with all of the students names, along with a second with each school and the total number of wins.
“Iris,” Tulip turned to the blonde once they were inside. “Did you figure out how to get Badeea's set o cooperate with one another?”
“I did, and what's more I learned that it's the exact same secret to own own success here today.” Iris began. “Each of us has a unique approach to chess, and we need to embrace that difference if we wish to succeed here. Murphy is all theory, Badeea looks to the big picture, Tulip you think out of the box, and I take a more traditional route. If we all did the same thing the other teams would be able to pinpoint that weakness and destroy us in the first few rounds.”
“You're absolutely right, iris. I feel terrible that I almost broke up this team for not seeing that. Despite McGonagall's warning, I cracked under the pressure. Girls, please forgive me.” Murphy asked for each of their forgiveness, and they all muttered affirmations that he was forgiven.
“What matters is that we are all here together in the moment that counts the most.” Iris smiled to each of them.
“I'll say, and just in time for the tournament, too! I just-” Murphy stopped talking as the door opened. All the girls followed his gaze to see a group of rather all attractive students wander in. Specifically a golden brown haired girl in a blue tweed dress. Everyone suddenly went silent and there was muttering from corners of the store. “It's the Matagot of Wizard Chess! Celeine Castillon!” Murphy told the girls excitedly.
“That's the top ranked student player in the world?” Iris asked, and narrowed her eyes at Murphy who seemed to be awestruck.
“I imagined she would be taller.” Tulip gave Iris a knowing look and Iris just rolled her eyes.
“I don't think I've ever been so starstruck,” Murphy said airily and Iris nearly thumped the back of his head. “Not even when Ethan Parkin showed up to coach Gryffindor. I'm trying to calculate the odds of us taking on Celine's team and winning but my mind is drawing a blank.”
“Well I'm confident our team can beat Celine and her mates.” Iris said sternly, placing her hands on her hips, “we can achieve anything we set our minds to.”
“your confidence is inspiring, Iris! And you're absolutely 100% correct.” He beamed at her, but she was still a little irritated. “Our team has already come this far, let's take it all the way!” Just as he finished, Madam Villanelle ran a bell to gather everyone's attention. “Thankfully none of us have to compete against Celine, but I do have to face one of the players from Beauxbatons.” He explained, having already looked over the playing order. “Tulip you play against Uagadou, Badeea against Ivermorny, and Iris has to face Durmstrang.” Which he did not like because he saw just how strong and brawny they all were. “Good luck ladies.”
With that, they all found their respective opponents. Murphy peeked from the corner of his eye and witnessed Iris offering her hand to the Durmstrang boy for a handshake, but he nearly saw red when the young man took it, but instead of shaking he kissed the back of her hand.
Within minutes Murphy heard Celine declare-
“Check mate. My strategy ees' impeccable, eet' simply cannot be beat.” She said, and her opponent shook his head. Murphy though gave himself a pat on the back, because in less then ten moves he himself had his opponent in a check.
“Check mate.” Murphy cornered the boys King. Celine and Murphy were the first to topple their opponents, and Murphy looked over to watch his name exchange spots on the scoreboard, and for Hogwarts to be equal with Beauxbatons.
“Check mate.” Murphy heard Iris's sweet voice call out suddenly above the other voices. Just like that, Hogwarts moved above Beauxbatons. Murphy and Iris stood on the sidelines after their matches, and watched Badeea and Tulip in their matches. Murphy smiled when he saw the Queen on Badeea's board nearly jump for joy as the girl said-
“Check... Mate?” She asked more then stated, and the girl from Ivermony slap herself on the forehead.
“It is!” Murphy called out to Badeea who looked at him, then back at her board, then back at Iris and Murphy with a smile.
“Check mate!” She announced happily. As they watched Tulip's game, they soon realized that she was just toying with the girl she was playing. Murphy mimicked tapping a watch, and Tulip nodded, and within four moves, she was was announcing-
“that's check mate.”
“You were toying with me!”
“I was, and you fell for it.” She smiled.
Throughout the day, one by one, they managed to succeed in 24 of their 28 matches, Badeea loosing two, and then Tulip and Iris loosing 1 each. Murphy had managed to not loose one and he was ecstatic. That evening, over a celebration dinner at the Leaky Cauldron, Murphy filled “his” girls in.
“Great job today girls, we were nearly perfect!” He announced, pulling out the standings sheet. “We are going to be progressing to the final rounds tomorrow.”
“Brilliant! I was confident about our chances of winning the tournament, and now it's truly within our grasp.” Iris smiled, sipping on her tea.
“The way it's adding up it looks like we will have to face Uagadou and Durmstrang, and then if we make it past that... We will face Castillion and Beauxbatons.”
“We each beat our opponents from Uagadou, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang though, so that's good.”
“I lost one one my matches though against Durmstrang.” Badeea told her.
“And I lost mine against Beauxbatons.” Tulip mentioned pouring herself a cup of warm tea.
“What's more on that note,” Murphy stacked his papers, “I have some troubling news.”
“What's that?” Iris asked as the waitress came over with their plates of food. Murphy waited until the table was covered in the plates and bowls, before he continued.
“I was saying, I studied Celine's moves when I managed to finish before her, and I uncovered something disturbing about her strategy-”
“Oh sweet Merlin this is good.” Tulip mumbled as she shoved a spoonful of her food in her mouth.
“Celine is implementing the Dragon Variation of the Slytherin Defense.” Murphy finished. Iris finished chewing and asked,
“isn't that the rare and devastating strategy that Aberforth said he used to crush Brian Gagwilde?”
“One in the same, it's virtually unbeatable.” Murphy told her, and watched as Iris shrugged.
“Then we need to come up with a strategy to counter Celine's seemingly unbeatable technique and fast.” She stabbed at her dinner, “I wonder if Aberforth can help us, he's a master of the tactic so maybe he has a way to counter it?”
“Going to the Hogs Head Inn during the day is creepy enough, let alone at night.” Murphy huffed.
“But we don't have to compete in the wildcard rounds, we are already in the finals, technically our games don't start until after lunch.” Iris reminded him, “if we get up early enough and use the floo we could go see him, and try to figure out a way to beat it, and get back to Flourish and Blotts in time.”
Murphy almost kissed her square on the mouth right there in the middle of the restaurant.
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The next morning, bright and early, Murphy and the three girls floo'd to Hogsmead. Once in the Hog's Head, Murphy was delighted that there was virtually no one in the place so early in the morning.
“Back again, are we? If you're looking for more lost chess pieces, I'm afraid I can't help you this time.” Aberforth laughed as he cleaned up the bar.
“We aren't looking for chess pieces, we're actually looking for some help.” Iris explained to him. “We've made it to the final round in the tournament, but we are concerned about our opponent Celine Castillon, who happens to be the best student player in the world.”
“Celine is planning to use the Dragon Variation of the Slytherin Defense against us in the final rounds.” Murphy told him further.
“I see why you'd be concerned. As I told you last time, that strategy is not one to be trifled with, it's far too powerful.” He told them as Badeea and Tulip took a seat at the closest table.
“Well... We were hoping you'd teach us a way to counter her strategy?” Iris inquired to him with her kindest voice.
“I wish I could. But Unfortunately a counter to the Dragon Variation doesn't exist.” Aberforth told her.
“Aberforth is right, Iris. In all my reading, I've never come across an effective counter for it either.” Murphy moaned.
“Why don't we just... Invent one?” Badeea offered.
“You want to invent a counter strategy to the Dragon Variation of the Slytherin Defence?” Aberforth asked surprised.
“Yes?”
“Why not!” Iris encouraged.
“It's a delightfully mad plan, but I detect a 3.87% chance it may just work!”
“Then let's put our heads together and figure out a counter strategy they won't see coming!” Iris said enthusiastically.
So that's what they did, they pulled out a chess board from the bowels of the Hogs Head, blew off the dust, and went to work.
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“According to the Dragon Variation, Celine will castle Kingside in order to capture our most powerful pieces... But unlike Celine we will not overlook our pawns.” Murphy moved in the way to fullfill the Dragon Variation.
“So while she's distracted trying to capture our Queen on one side of the board... We will aggressively push our pawns forward on the other side, and capture... her King! Check mate.” Iris finished and looked up at him with a smile. Murphy looked down absolutely awestruck at the fact they had indeed made a move to counter the Dragon Strategy.
“I stand corrected, apparently a counter strategy to the Dragon Defense does exist after all.” Aberforth was astounded.
“Girls this is brilliant!” Murphy beamed up at Tulip, Badeea, and Iris. “I predict a 76.1% chance that it will work against Celine in the final round. But... Brilliant as it is, our strategy is missing one very important element.”
“What's that?” Tulip asked him.
“It's missing a name.”
“I think... That considering everything, Gagwilde's Return would be a great honor.” Iris suggested and both Tulip and Badeea nodded.
“I think Brian would very much appreciate that gesture, from the bottom of my heart, I heart I appreciate it too.” Aberforth told them, patting the center of his chest.
“We've come up with a promising strategy to counter the Dragon Variation, but now it's time to put it to the ultimate test.” Murphy told them. “Ready girls?”
“Ready!” The three of them smiled and told him happily.
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They made it back to Flourish and Blotts with little time to spare. Iris had to run back to the Inn and insisted that she change, because she had soot and floo powder on her. In truth, she was changing into another distraction dress, as Murphy called it. Murphy nearly hot the floor when he saw what Iris had chosen.
The pompom fridge black skirt. Instead of wearing the matching top though, she had instead went for a black slightly oversized sweater... And knee high boots.
What was funny, was that all the girls seemed to take a page out of that book. Badeea had changed into rather cutesy red dress, and golden silk hijab that complimented her eyes, along with having her makeup done. Tulip wore a Hogwarts sweater, but also noticed that she had some makeup on as well, not as much as Badeea and Iris, but some, along with adding a little curl into her hair.
The three girls walked ahead of him, heading to the store and he couldn't help but notice the glances that the three of them got, and while his heart belonged to Iris, he pelt himself feeling proud as a peacock because he had not just the smartest team, but he had the prettiest in his mind.
“I think I have the prettiest team in the competition.” He told them with a smile once inside Flourish and Blotts.
“Even better the Beauxbatons?” Tulip smirked.
“Even better then Beauxbatons, look,” he pointed towards the French team, who's two male competitors were looking the three girls up and down.
“See something you like boys?” Iris smiled, which made them turn red and look away quickly.
“Well, ladies, this is it! The moment we've all been waiting for, the final round of the tournament is about to begin!” Murphy prepared to give them a pep talk.
“Yes! I just hope the strategy that we invented will be enough to beat Celine and her team.” Badeea mentioned as Madam Villanelle passed out the matchup papers for the day. Murphy took it and then his face went white.
“Murphy? What's wrong?” Iris asked him, putting her hand on his shoulder.
“Iris... You'll be going against Celine Castillon.” He looked up at her. He had to admit, he was a little let down, he had hoped to have the honor of playing Celine. He shook off his disappointment and patted the back of her hand. “The Matagot and the curse breaker, a chess match that's not to be missed.” He smiled at her hoping he reassured her. “How do you feel?”
“Focused. I'll need to perform at my very best if I hope to unseat Celine from her throne.” Iris told him.
“You have all the tools to beat her, Iris. Just keep your head in the game, and you'll do great.” Murphy encouraged her. “You do your best to beat Celine, and while you're doing that, we'll do our part to take down the rest of her team.”
“Sounds like a perfect plan, Murphy... Now let's go out there and play our hearts out.”
“We can win this thing Iris! I know it in my heart.” Tulip clapped her hands on Iris's shoulders, shaking her lightly.
“If we do win, I know what my next painting is going to be.” Badeea smiled.
“Bring it in ladies,” Murphy held his hand out in the middle of them, and each of the girls laid a hand over his. “Hogwarts!”
“Hogwarts!” Their voices followed after him as they looked to find their respective partners. Iris was directed to go to the extra large main board in the middle, where Celine had been playing most of her games. Murphy did his best to get his game over with as quickly as he could, but in doing so it caused him to make a few mistakes that cost him time.
As soon as he was done, he wheeled over to watch Iris and Celine play each other. Iris was quiet, and seemed very focused while Celine looked extremely confident... Almost an arrogant air about her. Badeea came over and tapped Murphy on the shoulder,
“how's she doing?”
“Good, she's keeping very level headed.” Murphy explained to her. “Did you win?”
“I did!” She told him excitedly, but not loudly.
“Good, so did I!” Tulip announced, crossing her arms and plopping them ontop of Murphy's head. “What about you, saucebox?” She asked.
“I happened to as well.” He assured them, not even bothering to push Tulip off of him. In fact, he found the fact that she and Badeea seemed to be so comfortable around him now very endearing. “Celine is playing right into her hands, Iris just need to keep pressing her.” Murphy whispered to Badeea and Tulip.
Then, Celine made the fatal error and it was everything in his power not to shout in excitement.
“Ha! Now zat' I have captured your precious Queen, ze end of zis games ees nearly upon us.” Celine smirked.
“You're right.” Iris nodded, and moved her last pawn into play. “Checkmate.” The look on Celine's face was nothing but shock.
“What? Ze Dragon Defense cannot be beat! Zis ees simply not possible!” Celine stomped, pointing a accusing finger at Iris. “You cheeted'!”
“I did not. You only use the Dragon Variation so my team came up with a counter strategy.” Iris explained to her, putting her hands on her hips.
“But eet' doesn't ave' one!”
“It does now!”
“Judges! Judges, check her! I believe zhe' cheeted'!” Celine shouted to the judges.
“Miss Castillon we watched the entire game, Miss Rosewood never cheated, she simply tried a different strategy.” Madam Villanelle told her, but the young French girl shook her head.
“No! Zhe' must have cheeted'. Zere' iz' no way that anyone can beat the Dragon Variation!”
“Look, Miss Priss.” Iris shook her finger at her, and looked Celine dead in the eyes, “there's no cheating. You lost fair and square. You can either do that with grace and respect or you can ruin your name and be known as the temper tantrum queen.” The look between the two girls was deadly, and Murphy enjoyed every moment of it. He could already see the piece he was going to write for the Hogwarts gazette.
There was more words exchanged, and Celine and Beauxbatons implored the judges to go over the game again. Murphy nearly blew a gadget when the judges actually indulged her and had the pieces go back and go through the game again, watching for any sort of foul play involved on either side.
None of course was found, and finally they called Iris the true winner of the match... Much to the dismay and fit of Celine. Honestly his admiration for Celine fell away the moment that he saw just what a hissy fit that she threw when she lost. Iris watched her meltdown with nothing but pity and disgust, and Murphy felt the same. The blonde walked over to where Murphy, Badeea, and Tulip stood and just shook her head.
“It is with great pleasure that we award Hogwarts with the Wizarding Chess Trophy.” One of the lead male judges announced as he handed the trophy over to them. “Finishing with a 28 out of thirty two wins. Congratulations.” All four of them were able to put their hands on the trophy, and smile for pictures from the press. It was all exhilarating and Murphy beamed with pride.
“Gagwilde's return worked beautifully, Iris. It's a true underdog story if I've ever heard one, but we actually pulled it off! I'd say this calls for a celebration!” Murphy smiled. “Drinks on me at the Three Broomsticks!”
#hphm murphy#hphm mc#hphm mcnully#hphm murphy mcnully#hphm#murphy mcnully x mc#Murphy mcnully#murphy mcnully x jacob's sibling#Iris Rosewood
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When I was a kid we had a pair of newts that lived in an aquarium in my room. I remember when we bought them at the local pet shop, I had no clue what a newt even was when my dad asked my brother and I if we wanted them. But of course I said yes after seeing the little salamander-like creatures in action. Everyone who came to our house thought they were salamanders, and I had to try and explain why they were actually newts.
I probably would have had an easier time explaining it if … well, if we had the internet at the time, but also if I had a copy of Moistly Harmless: How to Appreciate Newts and Salamanders, a graphic novel currently up on Zoop for crowdfunding. It’s by Ethan Kocak, creator of another book my five-year-old self would have appreciated, Does It Fart?, as well as the webcomic Black Mudpuppy.
Kocak says Moistly Harmless “is a book I’ve had in my head for a long time; part field guide, part memoir, and all about my favorite subject. I want to cover how you can look for and find salamanders in the wild, why they need protection now more than ever and how best to care for captive specimens. But I want to do this book my way, which means with humor and in comic book format. This will be something unique and fun but also packed full of accurate, up to date scientific information.”
The project has reached its goal, but you still have 17 days to make a pledge and get a copy. I mean, who can resist that title?
--JK Parkin on Moistly Harmless: How to Appreciate Newts and Salamanders, which is currently being crowdfunded by creator Ethan Kocak on Zoop
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Day 18: Leather N' Lace | Sim4aReason's Lookbook Challenge
Day 18's theme is Leather N' Lace in @sim4areason's Lookbook Challenge and I thought, What better way to do this theme with Jason Sims than clubwear? Oh, and the two blonds in the bottom pic are brothers Ethan Park (L) and Evander Park (R). Both are interested in Jason. Stuff's about to get real.
CC Used: Hair | Earrings | Collar | Top | Pants | Gloves
EA: Carnival Streetwear Eyeshadow | Base Game Blush | Realm of Magic Lipstick | Moschino Boots | Spa Day Nails
Genetics: Resource Page
Many Thanks to the CC Creators! @clumsyalienn @giuliettasims @pralinesims @wistfulpoltergeist
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Here’s a rundown of the Gym Leaders and Elite Four for the Pokemon AU (henceworth going to be known as When Legends Rise). While they alter their team depending on the strength/ number of gym badges a trainer has, they do have one true ace pokemon.
Skye (Oreburgh), Fighting types
Ace: Machamp
Binns (Eterna), Ghost types
Ace: Gengar (potential for mega evolution)
Erika (Veilstone), Steel types
Ace: Steelix (potential for mega evolution)
Orion (Pastoria) multi type
Ace: Hisuian Zoroark
Lupin (Hearthome) Dark types
Ace: Zoroark
Ethan (Canalave) Flying types
Ace: Staraptor
Bill (Snowpoint) Fire types
Ace: Houndoom
Sirius (Sunnyshore) Electric types
Ace: Electivire
Elite Four
Flitwick, Psychic types
Ace: Alakazam
McGonagall, Rock types
Ace: Rhyperior
Sprout, Grass types
Ace: Torterra
Rue (David's mum), Dragon types
Ace: Kommo-O
Snape (Champion) Multi type but seems to favour poison.
Ace: Crobat
#harry potter hogwarts mystery#hphm#skye parkin#cuthbert binns#erika rath#orion amari#remus lupin#ethan parkin#bill weasley#sirius black#filius flitwick#minerva mcgonagall#pomona sprout#rue willows#severus snape#when legends rise#pokemon au
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So, is something coming soon? Something might be coming soon…
- When Stars Ignite -
Kaze and Al’s HPHM Rockstar AU
Equinox, the world’s greatest modern rock band, are just about to start the U.K. leg of their latest European tour. The stage is set, the crowd is ready, the band is waiting in the wings.
But behind the scenes, fine cracks are starting to show. Ethan Parkin, the band’s manager and father of bassist Skye, has one rule: no getting involved with the other band members. Unfortunately for him, songwriter and lead guitarist Orion Amari and drummer Lizzie Jameson have been sneaking in and out of each other’s hotel rooms since the tour started. It’s just sex, no feelings involved, but can their friendship survive this new rhythm?
Meanwhile, production managers Katriona Cassiopeia and Murphy McNully are on the hunt for a new pyrotechnician, hindered only by the last one’s reluctance to give up the role. Enter experienced but under-qualified Artemis Hexley. She’s much better with explosives than she is with people, but perhaps she will be able to kindle some new relationships of her own...
As the days turn into nights, and each night brings another show, the sparks start to fly in all directions. It’s Rock’N’Roll. Deal with it.
@lifeofkaze
P.S. stay tuned for some cast intros over the next few days… there might also be a playlist on the horizon.
…There’s definitely a playlist on the horizon.
#hphm rockstar au#lizzie jameson#orion amari#artemis hexley#skye parkin#merula snyde#Jason Everett#katriona cassiopeia#murphy mcnully#charlie weasley#andre egwu#erika rath#ethan parkin#david willows
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Skye isn't my favourite of mc's friends but this is adorable.
#hannah prince goes to hogwarts#harry potter hogwarts mystery#hogwarts mystery#ethan parkin#skye parkin
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A Search for Balance
CHAPTER 3: A GHOST FROM THE PAST
Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.
Tagging: @samshogwarts
Lizzie froze. Her insides had turned to ice, quickly followed by a burning heat spreading through her and outwards to her skin. Her heart thumped heavily inside her chest at the sound of the voice she had half hoped - and half feared - she would never hear again. Slowly, as if she were moving through water, she turned around.
Leaning against one of the pillars supporting the arcade was Orion Amari. Lizzie had to swallow hard at the sight of the man she had once loved, before he had gone and shattered her heart into a million little pieces. He had discarded the jacket of his dress robes and his hands were buried in his pockets. He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing bronzed underarms covered in black circles and patterns, but Lizzie was too stunned to notice.
She took in his face, the features of which she knew so well - the deep brown eyes, black stubble on his jaw, long, jet-black hair which never looked entirely orderly. She felt like crying, screaming and laughing all at the same time, both the wish to hug Orion and hit him equally as strong.
“You?”
Her voice was barely more than a whisper. Seeing how the colour had drained from Lizzie’s face, Orion’s shoulders tensed, but it was impossible that he’d feel even a fraction of what was storming in on Lizzie herself. He inclined his head, his hair falling into his face and obscuring parts of it from Lizzie’s view.
“It’s been a long time.”
His words pushed away all Lizzie’s emotions except one - a blinding, burning rage. It coursed through her body and made her tremble with the force of it, but when she spoke, her voice was icy.
“It has.”
Orion stood straight, taking his hands from his pockets. A barely perceptible frown passed his face. “You seem surprised to see me.”
Lizzie stared at him, struggling with her words. “Are you joking?” she hissed eventually. “Of course I am! What in the name of Godric, Merlin and Morgana are you doing here?”
Orion looked confused. “Didn’t Skye tell you?”
“What on Earth should she have told me?” Lizzie stopped and closed her eyes, her thoughts racing around her head. “You know what? I don’t care. I don’t care why you’re here, I don’t care why you left, and I sure as hell don’t care what makes you think it’s alright to show up here after vanishing for years without so much as a word. All I want is for you to go and -”
“Finally, Lizzie, here you are! I’ve been looking for you all over.”
Lizzie had been so focused on Orion that she hadn’t noticed Matthew stepping into the courtyard. He looked between Orion and her, a frown appearing between his brows.
“Is everything alright?”
Forcing herself to smile, Lizzie put her hand on Matthew’s arm so that her engagement ring was glittering in the light; the look on Orion’s face gave her a feeling of grim satisfaction.
“Everything is perfectly alright, my love. Orion was just about to leave - weren’t you?” she said pointedly, and Orion bowed his head.
“I was.”
His eyes lingering on Lizzie for a moment longer, Orion turned away but found the door blocked by the coach of the Wigtown Wanderers, Ethan Parkin.
“Thought I’d find you lot out here,” he said, turning to Lizzie with a broad grin. “What do you say, lass? How do you like my surprise? You’d better go and work on your recovery - competition’s just got upped.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Matthew wanted to know, and Ethan put a hand on Orion’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly.
“McRae, let me introduce you to our new player, Orion Amari. Orion, this is Matthew McRae, player agent and forever meddling in our business.” Ethan laughed at his joke as Matthew and Orion shook hands, not taking their eyes off the other. “You and Lizzie know each other, of course.”
Matthew looked surprised. “Where from?”
“School.”
It was all Lizzie had to say on the matter. She could feel Orion’s eyes on her, but luckily, he remained quiet. Ethan, who only now seemed to notice that the atmosphere in the courtyard was fraught with tension, cleared his throat.
“Right, better get inside then, shall we? Let’s get this traitor-son of mine his send-off and good riddance.” He huffed indignantly and muttered, “I sure need a drink.”
The four of them returned inside, where most people were already sitting in their allocated seats. Lizzie was glad to have Matthew lead her away to a table she was sharing with him and some people she didn’t know. They probably were some very important officials or sponsors, but she pay attention as Matthew introduced them to her.
From where she was sitting, Lizzie could see the table Orion had been placed at. She tried not to look in his direction, staring at her plate instead, but when the food was served, she suddenly found she had lost all appetite.
“So, this Amari guy,” Matthew said after their plates had been cleared. “He’s about your age, is he not?”
“He’s one year older than me.”
“You said you went to school together?”
Lizzie made a vague noise in response. She didn’t want to talk about Orion, especially not with Matthew. She had never told him more than strictly necessary about their failed relationship and would prefer to keep it that way, but it was apparent that Matthew wasn’t satisfied with her answer, and so she added, “We played on the Hufflepuff team together.”
“What position does he play?”
“Chaser. He used to be the team captain.”
“Oh, so he trained you?”
Lizzie made a face. “So to speak.”
Matthew raised his eyebrows at her brusqueness but didn’t push the subject. He looked thoughtful as he studied Orion from afar, more than likely weighing the danger he was posing to Lizzie’s spot on the roster in his head. Lizzie wished he’d look away.
As if sensing their attention on him, Orion raised his head and briefly glanced over to them. When their eyes met, Lizzie immediately dropped her gaze. Having noticed her stiffening, Matthew gently covered Lizzie’s hand with his.
“Are you sure you’re alright? You look pale.”
“I’m just a little dizzy. It’s hot in here, and my dress is too tight.”
It wasn’t even a lie; Lizzie had trouble breathing and when she moved, it felt like the world was spinning around her. The pins in her hair were making her scalp itch, and the constant pull on her roots had given her a pounding headache.
“Do you want to get some more fresh air?” Matthew asked, sounding genuinely concerned, but Lizzie shook her head.
“If you don’t mind, I’d really like to go home.”
Matthew excused himself from the conversation he’d been having and they made their way to the exit. They were close to the door when the sound of Ethan’s voice called them back, pushing through the crowd with Skye and Orion in tow. From the way Skye was avoiding her eyes, Lizzie could tell that she knew how furious she was.
“Make it quick, Ethan,” Matthew said impatiently. “Lizzie isn’t feeling well. I want to get her home.”
Ethan dismissed Matthew’s protest with a wave of his hand. “Won’t take long, stop getting your wand in a twist. Just need a word with Lizzie about the practice schedule, and you’re good to go.”
Matthew gave Lizzie a questioning look. She nodded, so Ethan went ahead.
“There’s still some time before season prep’s gonna start properly, so you’d better get your recovery program going soon. We need you in peak form for the season kick-off.” He nodded at Orion next to him. “Lad needs a bit of a brush-up, too, so I want the two of you to train together, starting next week.”
“No,” was all Lizzie managed to say after a moment of stunned silence, feeling like the last bit of air had been sucked from her lungs.
“Yes,” said Ethan, looking irritated at Lizzie’s objection. “Both of you’ve been away from the League for too long to jump in with the rest straight away. Orion’s tryouts were fine enough, but I need him to get back into the proper swing of things. You’ll see a lot of each other in the future, so might as well get used to it sooner rather than later.”
He looked between Orion and Lizzie with a determination that left no room for negotiation.
“This will be our season, I feel it in my bones. My bones, you hear me? I’ll take home the Cup this year, and none of you are gonna stop me.”
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#harry potter hogwarts mystery#quidditch#orion amari#orion amari x mc#lizzie jameson#skye parkin#ethan parkin#balance series#search for balance#sfb
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Drawing Orion bc why not
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The Cinderella AU is baaaaack! Have a bad-ass magician’s-apprentice!Talbott -- you deserve one! 🦅
Talbott’s tunic was inspired by this costume worn by Romeo in the 1968 film adaptation of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. The design coming off of Talbott’s hand is the Helm of Awe (otherwise called Aegishjalmur or the Viking Compass), a Norse symbol associated with a supposedly invincible magical shield conjured by the dragon Fafnir in the Poetic Edda. Norse Vikings used to draw the symbol between their brows with the thought that it would invoke the power of the gods to protect them, endow them with strength, and bring them victory in battle. The trident shapes around the outside evoke the rune Algiz/Elhaz, which means protection and divinity. Talbott’s earring is also a rune which represents courage!
“Take My Love” is from The Glass Slipper, a 1955 musical film adaptation of the Cinderella story.
Previous part is here -- whole tag is here -- Katriona “KC” Cassiopeia belongs to @kc-needs-coffee -- and I hope you all enjoy! xoxo
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Talbott did indeed have to take his time “crafting” the spell before casting it. This involved him drawing several complex-looking diagrams with a quill on a piece of parchment, crossing them out, and then retooling them. It greatly intrigued Carewyn, but the rest of the Royaumanians were a little more tentative in how they watched the young magician work. Carewyn’s silent interest eventually prompted Charlie to break away from the others to get a bit closer.
“Is...is magic really that complicated?” he asked, curious.
Talbott didn’t look up -- he was too focused.
“It is if you want it to work correctly,” he said curtly.
Bill and KC took a step forward too, though they stood back a bit further than Carewyn and Charlie did. Erika, however, didn’t move at all.
“If it’s that dangerous if it’s done incorrectly, then it’s not worth the risk,” she said grimly, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at Andre. “We should go now -- Skye Parkin and I can charge ahead to the camps while you and Prince Cosimo stand back -- ”
“I will not endanger Skye’s life thusly,” said Orion in a very quiet, but final sort of tone, “and I doubt that Andre wishes to endanger yours either.”
His expression then softened.
“Magic is like all things -- if you want it to last, you must invest some time in it. Isn’t that right, Talbott?”
Talbott snorted, his eyes still on his work. “You’ve had experience with other magicians, I see. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, given you’re from Florence -- the Baroness has said Florentines are more favorable to magic than people in Royaume are...”
“Well, our King did get killed by a magician, in case you’ve forgotten,” Erika said rather bluntly.
“I haven’t,” said Talbott just as bluntly. “And my parents were killed by a mob after the people in town learned they were magicians. You don’t see me holding that over every one of your heads.”
There was a very uncomfortable silence.
“Magic is mysterious, yes, and it’s not always safe, but it’s not evil,” said Talbott very firmly. “Its purpose is always to protect, not harm. If you use it in a way that causes harm to someone else, it leaves a permanent mark on you. Haven’t you ever wondered why, if we’re supposedly so powerful and dangerous, we never thought of just blowing you all up and being done with it?”
Erika and KC exchanged a look.
“Vengeance is a cycle that will continue ad infinitum if we let it,” said Orion solemnly. “That’s why one must be the better man and decide to not take their own pain out on others.”
Skye and McNully both nodded. Carewyn looked at Orion, her blue eyes flooding with admiration. When he looked at her in return, however, she couldn’t hold his gaze, so she turned away again.
Bill glanced from Talbott to Orion. “...I have to ask, though...why didn’t you move to Florence, if it’s so much better for magicians there?”
Talbott shrugged. “This is my home. Florence never was. And once the Baroness found me and offered to take me in and train me...well, it made it so I didn’t have to abandon who I was, just to learn how to control my magic.”
Carewyn’s eyes welled up with sympathy. “I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like, having that kind of power and no one to help you control it. It must have been really lonely, and scary.”
Her eyes softened. “...It’s a really good thing you found the Baroness.”
Talbott glanced at Carewyn out the side of his eye. It was the first time he’d looked up.
“...Yes,” he said softly. “It is.”
The magician’s apprentice then turned back to his work, scribbling a few more details.
Andre glanced warily at Carewyn, and then at Orion, who gave him a very small reassuring smile. The Prince of Royaume then slowly approached Talbott, coming to stand between Charlie and Carewyn to look over the apprentice’s shoulder at the ten crossed-out diagrams.
“I must confess, I...don’t know much about magicians at all,” Andre said, sounding rather embarrassed. “Are all of you born that way? Practicing magic?”
“Yes and no,” said Talbott.
He crossed out the diagram in front of him, turning the parchment over so that he could draw another on the back.
“Magic is split up into two categories: spells and potions,” he explained. “People can be born with a certain talent for one or the other, but it’s just like any other kind of talent -- if you don’t use it, you lose it. I daresay half the reason Florence has more magicians than Royaume does is because such talents are nurtured, rather than buried. The other reason, of course, being that magicians actively moved there, so that they could find people who could help them control and master their power.”
“So I guess your specialty was spells,” surmised KC.
Talbott nodded.
“Transfiguration, specifically,” he said, his lips curled up in a smirk. “When I was little, I used to transfigure my least favorite foods into sweets.”
Carewyn had to suppress a giggle behind her hand. “Your parents must not have been very happy about that.”
Talbott shot another quick glance at her, his smirk broadening to show teeth. “Hey, I tried to offer to do the same trick for them, and they said no.”
Carewyn giggled harder, and Talbott returned to his work, that broader smirk still adorning his features.
“I think I’m just about ready,” he said with a flourish of his quill. “I just need to finish writing out these runes around the edges, and I should be able to create a shield strong enough to protect everyone who touches me.”
“I’ll go get the horses ready, then,” said Bill.
“I’ll help,” said Carewyn quickly. “My horse is easily spooked -- I’d better handle him myself.”
As the two gingers left, Charlie looked at Talbott with a frown.
“Can we all really keep touching you the whole way to the battlefield, though? I mean, we do kind of have to have our hands on the reins.”
“And I still need to ride in the coach,” said McNully, his hand resting on his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t see a scenario where I could keep a hand on you without making it so that no one else can touch you...unless we all try to pile back into the coach again, but it won’t hold all of us. I hesitate to use this level of certainty, but I’d say there’s a 0% chance that a spell like that could protect all of us.”
“I know,” said Talbott grimly. “But a spell’s more effective with specific restrictions -- if I broadened the terms, the shield won’t be as strong. I’d say under the circumstances, I should only take the Princes. They’ll be the ones who can stop the fighting. Once the fighting’s stopped, it’ll be safer for the rest of you to get closer. Anything I cast won’t last long anyway.”
“Because you’re still in training?” Skye asked.
Talbott nodded. “My magic isn’t strong enough yet for any spell I cast to last longer than an hour or so. The Baroness can make spells last for their calculated duration -- but I can’t cast illusions like she can.”
“Illusions like the one hiding her manor?” guessed Charlie.
“Exactly.”
KC frowned. “What do you mean by ‘calculated duration?’”
Talbott scratched out some complex-looking runes around the edges of the diagram he was working on.
“There are Four Chief Principles of Magic.
“The first is that the more specific a spell or potion’s terms are, the more likely it’ll work. You generally need three terms in mind while casting any kind of spell: person, place, and day. In a potion’s case, it’s usually more about using just the right ingredients for just the right person and problem.
“The second is that all of the magical terms applied must be valid in order for the spell or potion to work. If you create a spell meant for one person, in a certain place, on a certain day, it can’t then be shifted over to another -- you’ll have to start all over again and craft a new spell from scratch. Same thing applies if you remove a spell and then want to recast it. For potions, it’s a little less risky, but potions are still best when brewed fresh and for a specific person and problem.
“The third is that a magician must have singular focus on the magic they’re casting in order for it to be effective. You can’t cast more than one spell or brew more than one potion properly at the same time. Most magicians need to put their attention solely on maintaining a spell or brewing a potion and shut out everything else -- anyone who can do it for a length of time without giving themselves a migraine, like the Baroness, are both incredibly powerful and incredibly well-trained.
“And finally the fourth was already cited by your friend, Prince Cosimo -- the longer something takes to cast or brew, the more lasting its effects are. This is why most Healers tend to prefer potions to spells -- no matter how powerful a spell or its caster is, everything will immediately go back to the way it was before once a day has ended.”
“Because the terms of the spell -- in this case, the day it was meant for -- would no longer be true,” said Orion.
Talbott nodded. “Obviously in the cases where a spell or potion’s effects kills somebody, that’s not undone...but that’s because death is something nothing can undo, not even magic. The most it can do is delay it a little while.”
Bill and Carewyn appeared in the open doorframe again at that moment.
“We’re ready to go,” said Bill.
“Good,” said Talbott.
He got to his feet. Slowly raising his hand, the apprentice started to trail a finger through the air in front of him, as if drawing something. As he did so, his hands began to glow with bluish-white light, leaving streaking lines behind in a complex-looking wheel in mid-air not unlike the one he’d plotted out on the discarded parchment. Once all of the details were in, Talbott then held out his hand and touched the complex magical circle. In an instant, the light seemed to fade away into his hand, rippling through his skin and making his veins flicker with tiny sparkles. When the light had faded, the circle remained on the palm of Talbott’s hand, still glowing faintly.
Talbott’s eyebrows were knit very tightly together as his eyes flickered over to Andre and Orion.
“Come on,” he said very lowly -- it was clear that he was trying hard to stay focused on the spell, since he didn’t look at them straight-on. “Let’s go.”
Orion and Andre each climbed onto their horses, with Talbott climbing up behind Andre so that he could focus on the spell instead of riding a horse of his own. Andre kept a hand on Talbott’s arm, and the contact made him glow ever-so-slightly with blueish-white light himself.
Orion looked incredibly pale as he climbed onto his black mare. His eyes kept migrating over to Carewyn, longing for her to look at him. It was only once Carewyn had properly “mothered” Andre by reminding him and Talbott to be careful that she met Orion’s eyes. When she did, she was startled by their intensity...as well as by the flicker of something oddly insecure as he slowly rode over to her on his horse. His hands on the reins were trembling.
Carewyn’s eyes filled with concern. As Orion approached her, she extended a hand and gently rested it on top of his hand. The gesture made Orion stiffen ever-so-slightly, but he didn’t make any move to pull away.
“Will you be all right?” Carewyn asked him, very softly.
Orion’s midnight-black eyes grew a little smaller upon her face. “...I don’t have any choice but to be.”
He hesitated -- it was like he wanted to say something, but had decided against it. In the end, he slowly broke his hand out of the vice grip he’d had on the reins. Carewyn released his hand so as not to impede him, but before she could move her hand too far, Orion seized it, holding it tightly.
“Once the fighting’s stopped,” he said softly, “may I meet him? Your brother.”
Carewyn gave a start.
“It wouldn’t be safe for me to enter the Royaumanian camp myself, but I can wait outside of its gates for you, once I’ve stopped my father’s army,” Orion said very quickly. “I’d...like to see that you and your brother are together again. That...you’re happy again.”
There was something unspoken that passed between them in that moment, when their eyes met. It was the first time they’d really spoken to each other since Orion’s true ancestry was revealed, and it was clear to both of them, when they looked into each other’s eyes, how much it changed everything. It had been easy to play pretend, before...but now that Orion’s true identity had been revealed and would soon become common knowledge, he wouldn’t be able to return to Royaume dressed as a peasant and expect to not get attention. And even if the War ended this very day...it would still probably not be safe for him to return, for a long while. And Carewyn...Carewyn wouldn’t be able to visit Orion in Florence. Charles would never let her go.
Carewyn broke eye contact with Orion at last, her gaze falling down to their linked hands as she tried to smile.
“...Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want you and Jacob to meet.”
Jacob might be a bit protective, but...I want him to know you. I want him to know how good of a man you are.
Forcing back her tears, she forced herself to look back up at Orion, her blue eyes blazing.
“I can’t be out there with you when you confront your army,” Carewyn said in a very low, but fierce voice, “so take my strength. My spirit, my courage. All of it.”
She squeezed his hand. Orion mirrored her, squeezing her hand just as tightly in return -- then, impulsively, he brought it up to his face, brushing the back of it lightly with his lips.
“Carewyn...” he whispered her name against her skin as he closed his eyes.
Andre and the others looked very reluctant to separate them. Talbott, however, pressed the issue.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said in a voice that was much blunter than he meant, his eyebrows knit tightly over his closed eyes, “but the longer I try to maintain this spell, the more I want to take my own head off just to stop the migraine behind my eyes. We need to go.”
Carewyn nodded. “...Yes.”
She gave Orion’s hand another squeeze before sliding out of his grip. Orion, already missing the contact, nonetheless took hold of his horse’s reins again, shifting his horse over enough so that he could press his foot up against Talbott’s leg. The contact made the blueish-white light of Talbott’s spell trail over Orion’s shoulders as well.
“Together?” Orion said to Andre.
Andre nodded firmly. “Together.”
And in unison, the two Princes flicked their reins, and their horses charged out over the hill, into the growing blackness of night, straight onto the raging battlefield.
The accounts from that day were highly romanticized after the fact. Some soldiers claimed that a bright light, like a massive star, descended from the night sky and landed right in the heart of the battlefield. Others claimed that there was a great, silent explosion of light that made everything and everyone freeze where they stood.
One thing is for certain, though -- when Andre and Orion charged out onto the field, ordering their soldiers to cease fire, the effect was immediate. And when they broke away from Talbott and his fracturing shield to reach their army’s respective generals, Alastor Moody and Ethan Parkin, and order them to stand down and organize a retreat back to camp, everyone within ten miles of the two war camps were stunned by how instantaneously the sounds of battle had stopped.
General Parkin, for his part, responded to Orion’s arrival with overwhelming relief.
"When the King received your letter, saying you were going to the Royaumanian palace, he feared the worst! We thought for sure you’d have been captured...”
Orion could feel his clasped hands sweating, but he maintained the calmest face possible. “Well, clearly I was not.”
General Parkin babbled on a bit more after that, but Orion found it difficult to pay attention, with the smell of death making screams from the past echo in his ears. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth to try to calm his heartrate. A murky memory of sitting in the grass with Carewyn rippled over his mind.
“Greensleeves was all my joy...Greensleeves was my delight...”
“...touch reckless, you know,” said Parkin dismissively. “But never mind, never mind, we must return to camp at once -- his Majesty -- ”
“General, please see to the retreat and do not interact with the enemy again until I send word,” Orion said very calmly, to cut him off. “I will return to the capitol shortly.”
Parkin did a double-take as Orion returned to his horse.
“What?” he said, suddenly looking more urgent. “But your Highness -- his Majesty -- !”
“Can meet me in the capitol, if he wishes,” Orion said in a very level, but firm voice. “It has an aura much better suited to discussing diplomacy.”
And ignoring General Parkin’s cries after him, the Prince led his horse into a fast gallop back across the Royaumanian border.
Carewyn had barely waited for the fighting to stop to head straight for the Royaumanian camp. Bill and Charlie caught up with her not long after on their own horses, and Erika and KC caught up with them in the camp itself. Carewyn then immediately set off around the camp, seeking out Jacob.
The camp truly was a dark, filthy, hopeless, miserable place. It was comprised of many, many tiny tents over worn beds made of hay and old sheets, though there were several pots cooking some sort of unpleasant-looking soup and lines of dried meats made of what looked like squirrels and rats. A sickening sour smell stained the air, likely evident both of rotted food and of rotted flesh. There was no soldier without some sort of permanent injury, whether a missing limb or eye or a deep scar across the face from a bayonet -- and almost none of them had a complete uniform. Many of them had even had to bundle their feet in bandages since they had no shoes.
Because of the lavish lifestyle the King and Queen had indulged in and given their son so as to stay sheltered from the hardships of War, the soldiers of the Royaumanian camp were just as starved for rations and supplies as their Florentine counterparts. Even KC -- who had mapped out plenty of war strategies for the army -- had only ever seen the War through the lens of charts and maps, and so had no concept of just how bad conditions were until she walked into the camp herself.
When KC, Erika, and the Weasleys collided with Andre and Talbott at the camp, the Prince of Royaume looked very shaken.
“I...I had no concept it was like this...”
Andre looked out at the lines of pale, starving men marching out of the darkness and back into camp, taking each soldier in one by one.
“To think,” he whispered, “all this time I’ve been making elaborate suits and gowns for balls, just to entertain myself...while my men starved.”
His eyes narrowed as they flooded with tears. Bill moved to the Crown Prince’s side and took hold of his shoulder.
“You didn’t know,” he said gently.
Andre closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting tightly together as the tears streaked down his face.
“That’s no excuse,” he said bitterly.
“The King and Queen have always shielded you from the War, Henri,” Erika said solemnly. “This is part of it.”
“Yes, but I didn’t question it. I didn’t even think to.”
Andre opened his eyes, and they were blazing around his tears.
“Orion was right,” he said lowly. “This isn’t a place anyone should like to visit. It’s not a place any of these men should have to stay in.”
With a heavy breath, Talbott climbed off Andre’s horse, massaging his temple with one hand. His eagle-like eyes swept over the others.
“...Where’s Carewyn?” he asked.
“She went ahead, to look for Jacob,” said Bill. “Come on...let’s go catch up.”
Carewyn searched the face of every soldier she saw. She combed every military line and peeked into every tent. And yet, as she searched, there were no familiar faces. There was no Jacob.
Undeterred, Carewyn tried a different tack. Jacob had been at War so long that it would be unsurprising if he were unrecognizable. He might not even recognize her, after so long -- she had only been about Ginny’s age when they were separated...
And so she cupped a hand around her mouth and started to sing as loudly as she could as she walked through the camp.
“Climbing rose on the wall --
Pluck it now before the petals fall.
Apple, ripe on the bough --
Take it, for the time to take is now.
Happy day, sun or rain --
Live it, for it never comes again.
Lads have died, young and gay --
Pretty maids can fade away...
Nothing is forever; always is a lie...
I can only love you till the day I die.”
It was a song Carewyn hadn’t sung once in all her time at the palace and hadn’t sung at the Cromwell estate in years. Lane had had an old music box that had played it as a child, and she in turn used to sing it to Carewyn as a child to help her sleep. Later on both Jacob and Carewyn took to singing it too, Jacob whenever Carewyn woke up from a nightmare and Carewyn whenever she caught Jacob falling asleep at his desk rather than his bed and had to put a blanket around his shoulders and a pillow under his head. The song always brought back too many painful memories for Carewyn to like singing it for anyone -- but in that moment, she decided she had to.
It was Carewyn’s singing that helped the others catch up with her. It was not long after that that a male voice in the distance echoed Carewyn’s voice.
“So my love...oh, my love...
Dream no more, my love: awake, my love...
Oh, my love...wake, my love...
Turn to me and take my love.”
Carewyn felt her heart race as she pursued the voice, pushing her way around lines of soldiers until she reached the medical tent. Just outside of it, she caught sight of a tall man with a mane of dark hair.
But when she got closer and the man’s face was revealed by the yellowish lantern light coming from the medical tent, no almond-shaped blue eyes met hers. Instead the eyes were a very dark, flat brown. And there were no curls in his hair -- instead it was almost absurdly sleek.
The soldier in question looked Carewyn over as she approached him.
“Was that you singing?” he asked.
Carewyn had to recover herself. The relief and joy on her face had flickered and died.
“...Yes,” she said at last.
The lantern light dipped into the contours of the man’s face as he smiled. “Your voice is lovely. I haven’t heard that song in a very long time.”
“Thank you,” Carewyn said reluctantly.
“The name’s Chester Davies,” the soldier introduced himself, with a small bow. “My family owns a music box shop, in the capital.”
So that’s how he knew the song, thought Carewyn, her heart becoming a little heavier in his chest. His family probably made Mum’s old music box.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she murmured.
Her eyes drifted away, over his head. She was thoroughly prepared to walk away when Chester spoke again.
“Is something the matter?”
Carewyn shook her head without looking at him.
“Forgive me,” she said as politely as she could. “I...merely thought you were somebody else. Please excuse me...”
“Wait.”
Carewyn looked up, startled. Chester adjusted the crutch under his arm and inched himself off of the barrel he’d been leaning up against on his bandaged leg. He considered her face very carefully, as if struggling to remember something.
“I know your eyes,” he murmured.
After a moment, Chester’s brown eyes grew very wide.
“...Wyn?” he whispered, amazed. “Is your name Wyn?”
Carewyn gave a violent start.
“Yes!” she said, her voice strained with emotion. “Carewyn -- my name is Carewyn. My brother calls me Wyn.”
Chester’s face flooded with awe and sadness.
“I can’t believe it,” he said, his lips curled up in a small smile. “After all these years...I’m so glad to see you’re well.”
Bill had appeared on Carewyn’s other side, squeezing her shoulders supportively from behind as he faced Chester. “So you know Carey’s brother.”
“Please,” said Carewyn urgently, “please, where is he?”
Chester looked taken aback. Then his face flooded with dismay.
“...You...you don’t know?” he murmured. “I...I thought after nine years, you would’ve...”
Carewyn’s heart clenched. “Don’t know what? What’s wrong? Where’s Jacob -- is he hurt?”
Chester swallowed. It looked very painful to do.
“I’m sorry, Carewyn...but your brother, he...he passed away.”
Bill stiffened, his hands clenching over Carewyn’s shoulders. Charlie, Andre, and KC’s faces all flooded with disappointment and sadness. Talbott bowed his head. Even Erika closed her eyes grimly.
Carewyn, however, reacted with instant, fervent denial. She pulled out of Bill’s grip and strode right past Chester, heading for the medical tent.
“Forgive me,” she said very lowly. “But you’re mistaken.”
“I wish I was,” said Chester. His expression appeared very pained.
“Then take comfort knowing you are!” Carewyn shot back, her voice unusually sharp, like a slap.
“Cromwell...” Erika muttered, and her hard voice actually betrayed some pity.
“No,” Carewyn cut her off.
She slapped the flap of the medical tent and headed inside.
It was only when she emerged twenty minutes later, prepared to immediately search the rest of the camp, that Andre stopped her by taking hold of both of her shoulders.
“Carewyn,” said the Prince of Royaume, his voice full of sorrow, “he’s not here.”
"Then he’s at another camp,” said Carewyn fiercely. She tried to break out of Andre’s grip, but he held fast to her shoulders.
“KC says there is no other camp!” he said, and his voice cracked with the effort of him trying to hold in his emotion.
“Then he deserted!” Carewyn shot back. “Jacob is alive!”
“He did desert.”
Carewyn whirled on Chester, her blue eyes wide and oddly hostile, like a dog reacting aggressively to a stranger. The soldier was holding his injured leg as he leaned against the barrel beside the medical tent again.
“I arrived in camp about a week before your brother did, nine years ago,” Chester said quietly. “I remember because he was raging like a mad man, when the wagon transporting him first pulled in. Everyone had thought he was some sort of criminal, since he’d had to be chained inside the wagon. When they set him loose and set about trying to force him to join the ranks, he somehow threw off both of the men holding his arms, punched both of them in the face, and immediately stole General Moody’s horse and rode it out of camp. It took about ten men to capture him, and Moody ordered that your brother be locked up in solitary for a few days, in the hopes it might help him cool off.
“All the other soldiers kept at a distance, as your brother seemed unstable...but I’d been assigned by General Moody to bring him his daily rations, so I didn’t have much choice. By the time I approached him that night, though, he’d stopped lashing out. Instead he’d gone very quiet and still. I reckon he’d finally accepted that the chains he was locked in were too strong for him to break. When I brought him his food, he thanked me, and introduced himself as Jacob Cromwell. ‘Don’t judge me by that surname, though,’ he’d said. ‘I’m nothing like that bastard Charles.’ Jacob’s wrists under the manacles were very badly bruised, so I asked if he needed medical attention. Even if they couldn’t take the chains off, they might at least have some cold compresses that might help. But Jacob said no. Said there was no point. ‘I’m nearly out of time anyway,’ he’d said. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but his voice...”
A shadow fell over Chester’s eyes.
“...It sounded...so empty. So defeated. So full of despair...like a man awaiting the gallows. Then he just...crumpled in on himself, sobbing. ‘Wyn. I’ve failed you, Wyn.’”
Bill’s fists clenched so tight at his sides that they went stark white. Carewyn’s eyes were locked on the ground -- she couldn’t show her face to her friends, hearing this.
“I asked him who Wyn was, and he said she was his sister. ‘My sweet, brave little sister,’ he’d said.” Chester’s expression softened slightly. “It seems Jacob was right about that. You were brave, to have come here...”
“‘Is,’” Carewyn corrected fiercely. “He is right. Not ‘was.’”
Chester shook his head sadly.
“I wanted to sit with him until he stopped crying, but I was set to start a scouting mission on the enemy lines just after midnight, so I couldn’t stay. After I returned to camp the next morning...I learned the news.”
Carewyn’s face had lost all of its color.
“Stop,” she whispered.
Chester looked upon her, his face very firm despite the pain in his expression, and he pressed on anyway.
“I found the entire camp in disarray. Everyone was packing up and preparing to abandon the site, and clothes and personal items were being thrown up onto a bonfire. It soon turned out that someone had arrived in camp carrying the Plague, and that everyone in the prison had been exposed...meaning those people had to be put down and their belongings burned, so as to try to prevent it from spreading further.”
“Stop,” Carewyn repeated.
Chester’s eyes rippled with grief and empathy.
“I’m sorry, Carewyn,” he said as gently as he could. “There was nothing you could’ve done -- nothing any of us could’ve done. But your brother loved you so much: I could tell he did. I have a younger brother too, but I never once thought of trying to run away from the War, just to get back to him...”
“Stop it!”
Carewyn had to restrain herself from shoving the soldier off his feet. Her entire frame was shaking, whether with rage or pain, no one knew.
“Jacob is alive!” she said, her voice so strained it almost sounded hysterical. “Whatever injury or illness or whatever else he’s gone through, he’s alive! He’s under a spell! His life is bound to my grandfather -- as long as Grandfather wills it, Jacob won’t die!”
The others excluding Bill all looked stricken.
“Charles Cromwell used...?” started KC.
But Talbott looked the tensest of all. He seized Carewyn’s shoulders and steered her around to look at him, his expression grimmer than anyone had yet seen it.
“Carewyn,” he said very lowly, “the longest a spell can last is one day.”
Carewyn stared at him, her face disbelieving.
“It’s the second Chief Principle of Magic,” he said. “‘All of the magical terms applied must be valid in order for the spell or potion to work.’ You need to have a person, place, and day in mind to activate a spell. When a day ends, those terms are no longer met -- and so at the stroke of midnight, every spell breaks, regardless of when it was cast or how powerful the magician is...and everything goes back to the way it was before.”
Carewyn couldn’t speak. Her throat felt like it was being clenched in someone’s fist.
Talbott’s eyes welled up with empathy. “...I’m sorry.”
Carewyn tore out of Talbott’s grip, taking a shaky step back.
“No,” she repeated, her voice a mere shadow of what it usually was. “No...no...”
The memory of Jacob’s relieved face as he ran to her back at the Cromwell estate melted away into that of Jacob’s sweating, shuddering frame as he fought through the Plague that had taken their mother.
“Everything goes back to the way it was before...”
“...Someone had arrived in camp carrying the Plague...”
Bill’s eyes, wide with horror and grief, had welled up with tears. He tried to pull Carewyn into his arms and hold her, but Carewyn wrenched herself out of his reach and bolted.
“NO!”
Her scream was mad -- anguished -- grief-stricken. And even though all of her companions rushed after her, trying to stop her, none of them could prevent her from leaping back onto her white horse and slapping its reins sharply at the sides of its neck to make it run off. Carewyn was so lost in her own pain and despair that she saw nothing and no one as she rode out of the Royaumanian camp at a full gallop.
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#cinderella au#my art#my writing#carewyn cromwell#orion amari#talbott winger#skye parkin#murphy mcnully#andre egwu#katriona cassiopeia#erika rath#bill weasley#charlie weasley#chester davies#mad-eye moody#ethan parkin#*heavy exhale*#ohhhhh...#;~;#just...ohhhhhhhh#brb crying#this was foreshadowed well before this chapter sad to say#we've gotten some discussion of magic before and how it doesn't last...#*sighs*
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Skye Parkin’s brothers
Ethan ‘EJ’ Donald Parkin Jr.: The Oldest Parkin sibling, EJ is three years older than Brian and six years older than Skye. EJ was only seven years old when his mother died. After the death of his mother and nearly losing his baby sister he became super overprotective of both his little brother and baby sister and do anything for them. He’s your typical lovable jock, super sweet but not much going on upstairs(too many hits to the head). EJ was a chaser for the Gryffindor team before graduating and playing Wingtown Wanderers (yes there where two Ethan Parkins playing at the same time). EJ is often the butt of his siblings jokes who call him ‘Brick Head’
Brian Gavin Parkin: The middle Parkin sibling, he’s three years younger then EJ and three years older then Skye. He’s a Ravenclaw as his late mother. Losing mother and nearly losing at barely four years old was an extremely traumatizing experience for young Brian and much like EJ he’s super overprotective of Skye. He defends her all of the time (he’s team mates with Rath and he takes his sister’s side most of the time). Brian is the most sturdiest of the siblings, he’s best subject is transfiguration. As a middle child he’s the best at keeping the peace be that with his siblings, cousins, team mates, classmates. He has a pet iguana named Iggy that he often uses to mess with people (mostly EJ, because he’s EJ). As captain of the Ravenclaw team he’s super competitive with his siblings when it comes to House matches
#hogwarts mystery#harry potter hogwarts mystery#skye parkin#EJ is horrible at dating and Brian has a gf (and later wife)#Brian definitely acts like an older brother to his team no
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Ethan Parkin: I see you all weak.
MC:
Ethan: You all will be lose to the griffindor.
MC:
Ethan: And your capitan sucks.
MC:
#one god damn word about Orion and will kill you with my bare hands#i swear#hphm#i swear i feel it#harry potter#hp#harry potter hogwarts mystery#harry potter hogwarts game#jam city#hogwarts#hogwarts mystery#slytherin#ethan parkin#orion amari#mc#jacob's sibling
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