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𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨
A cute scene from a chapter from my fanfic on wattpad !!
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I’m sitting in the library with a pile of books stacked messily on top of one another in front of me.
I’ve spent my whole afternoon holed up in the library reading all I can possibly find on Slytherin’s history and everything that’s known about the Chamber of Secrets.
Someone pulls out the chair next to me and sits down. Without even having to look up, I already know who it is.
“Are you following me, Diggory?” I say, still not looking up.
“No, ma’am,” he says, running a hand through his hair.
“Why do I keep seeing you everywhere I go?”
“Is that a complaint?” he raises an eyebrow.
“What if it was?”
“Ah, but I know it’s not,” he grins, his prominent dimples appearing. “So what are we reading today, Clever Girl?”
He bends his head to try to look at the cover of the book in my hand.
“Secrets of Slytherin,” he reads with a frown. “Why are you reading that?”
“Because I’m trying to figure something out,” I reply, my eyes still scanning the same line over and over. I haven’t actually absorbed anything that I’ve read since Golden Boy has sat down here.
Cedric shifts my pile of books in front of him, and begins to go through them. I watch out of the corners of my eyes as he reads the title of all of them and picks up a random one and opens it.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Reading,” he replies casually.
I snap my book with a sigh, and I watch his lips form a smile.
“Someone’s happy,” I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve finally got my full attention. Satisfied?”
“Oh, very,” he smirks, putting his book down. “You want to finally tell me what’s actually going on?”
“What are you talking about,” I say cooly, my heart hammering inside.
“Well–” he picks up my book that’s titled, ‘Wizarding Mythologies: The Chamber of Secrets’. “Why are you suddenly interested in the Chamber of Secrets and about Slytherin?”
“Being nosy now, are we?” I say.
“Very,” he nods. “So please tell me.”
So I do. I tell him everything that’s happened since the first day of term. For some reason, I’ve just decided to trust him. When I’m finished, he looks at me like I've just told him some fantasy story.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Because it’s not your thing to worry about,” I answer, not meeting his gaze. “It’s not your burden to carry.”
“And it isn’t yours either.”
I finally look up to meet his eyes that are filled with nothing but concern. How could I not fall for him? Sitting this close to him really gives me a chance to examine his features. Every girl in Hogwarts would die to be this close to Cedric Diggory– to be able to sit only a few feet apart and gaze at his beautifully structured face.
“Well, someone needs to stop the heir,” I say quietly.
“And that isn’t your job,” Cedric responds. “You’re sitting here, cooped up in the library, reading all of this– this bullshit that isn’t your problem to worry about.”
“Let’s go do something,” he stands up, reaching out his hand for me to take.
I look at it for a moment before grabbing it and standing up, following him out of the library.
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We end up on the second floor of the castle, in front of the painting of the fruit bowl.
Cedric reaches a hand forward, and tickles the pear on the painting.
The painting swings forwards to reveal the Hogwarts’ kitchens inside.
Inside, there are dozens of house elves bustling around, some cooking, some prepping, and some cleaning.
“Mr. Diggory!” they all exclaim happily when they spot Cedric.
“Frequent customer here?” I grin.
“I come here sometimes for midnight snacks,” he says with a lopsided smile.
The house-elves rush forwards, all of them taking turns to give him a hug.
“Mr. Diggory has brought a girl!” one of them exclaims.
“Oh and she’s beautiful!”
“Is this your girlfriend, Mr. Diggory?” another one tugs at the hem of Cedric’s jeans.
“Oh no–”
“We’re not–”
“Mr. Diggory’s blushing!” a high-pitched elf exclaims excitedly. “Oh, and what is the Miss’ name?”
“I’m Y/N,” I say, extending a hand, which the elf shakes excitedly.
“What have you come here for, Mr. Diggory?”
“Oh, I just wanted to bring Y/N by and show her around… and maybe pick up a few snacks.”
“What would you like today, Mr. Diggory?” A group of elves rush over to several ovens lined against the walls, and pull out different bakery items from each.
Croissants, biscuits, cupcakes, muffins… you name it, they have it all.
“I’ll let Miss Adair pick,” Cedric says with a grin.
“Wow, what a gentleman you are,” I say, going along with it. “Is this what you do to all of your girls? Bring them to the kitchens and try to woo them?”
“Oh yeah, all of my girls actually,” he nods very seriously. “They love being wooed by the Cedric Diggory.”
“Your ego is as fat as your head, Golden Boy,” I scoff, but can’t help but grin.
“And I’ll take a few biscuits and muffins please,” I say to the elves, who nod eagerly and begin wrapping up a basket of both.
“Good choice,” Cedric grins.
We thank all of the elves before leaving, and Cedric leads the way outside to the Black Lake.
Sitting on the grass, resting our backs against a large shady tree, we watch the sun begin to set, lying right on the horizon.
“These are really good,” I say, holding up a biscuit before taking another bite.
“Now you’re grateful for this frequent customer, aren’t you?” Cedric smirks, pointing at himself.
“I do appreciate his air-head very much,” I nod.
“That air-head just got you a bunch of pastries,” he remarks, raising an eyebrow.
He looks at me for a moment, as if he’s taking in all of my features and really analyzing them. I suddenly feel very self-conscious.
“I never noticed how red your hair actually is,” he comments, looking at my cherry red hair that is now more prominent than ever with the sun beaming down on it.
“It’s fading,” I say, picking up a strand and looking at it.
“Why’d you dye it?” he asks.
“I wanted a change over the summer,” I shrug. “I wanted to try something new. Why– does it look bad?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “Not at all.”
There’s a group of students taking an evening swim in the Black Lake with the Giant Squid.
“Do you want to go for a swim?” Cedric asks, watching me as I watch the group of students.
“No,” I raise an eyebrow. “Where’d you get that?”
“You’ve been watching them for the last three minutes,” he laughs. “They’re going to think you’re a creep.”
“Yeah?” I grin. “Then you’re a creep for watching me, Diggory.”
“How dare you,” he gasps dramatically. “You’ll pay for that, Adair.”
He sets his muffin down and picks me up, running towards the water of the Black Lake.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING– PUT ME DOWN– CEDRIC DIGGORY– YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW—”
Once we’ve finally reached the water, Cedric throws me in gently, and I’m full drenched, in my jeans and everything.
“Cedric Diggory!” I exclaim.
“Yes, that is my name,” he grins mischievously.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that!” I shake my head, scooping a handful of water in my two hands and throwing it onto him.
He splashes me back, and it begins the war between the two of us, each one trying to get the other more drenched.
I attempt to shove him into the lake, but him being much taller than me gives him an advantage.
Finally, he eventually stumbles into the water, his hair soaking wet.
“Aha!” I exclaim with triumph. “My payback!”
“I actually win,” Cedric grins. “I was the one who got you into the water.”
“You drive me insane, Diggory.” I scoff, shaking my head.
“Yeah?” Cedric smirks, stepping closer. He stops when there’s only a few inches between us. I can count every single freckle that dots his face. “How insane?”
“Out of my mind crazy,” I breathe out.
He brushes a wet strand of hair away from my face, and cups my cheek.
“I lose my mind over you too, Clever Girl.”
And I do what I should’ve done long ago– what I’ve wanted to do since I stumbled into that compartment on the train.
I kiss Cedric Diggory.
And it’s the best decision I’ve ever made.
#cedric diggory fanfic#wattpad#cedric diggory#harry potter#TGWL#cedric#hufflepuff#gryffndor#cedric x fem#cedric x reader#cedric x y/n#fluff#cedric diggory fluff#first kiss#idiots in love#getting together
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Fred's Lucky Tie
Or, You give Fred a gift he cherishes for the rest of his life (1.7k)
Warnings: The reader is briefly mentioned to share a dorm with a girl. The reader wears a dress. No actual pronouns or genders mentioned
Your hands run up and down all the fabrics on display. Each was soft, but your fingers lingered on the dark purple silk. It felt cold to the touch and your pointer glided down the sample.
It was the perfect shade, perfect because it was Fred’s favourite colour. You had come shopping with your friend in hopes of finding some inspiration for your dress. Fred was always the better dresser of the two of you, even though his lack of funds didn’t often allow him to dress how he wished.
He already had his robes, his mum had lovingly picked them out for him and after a few magical adjustments, he managed to get them to his liking. Only it didn’t stop you from asking the shop assistant for some of the fabric, it was pricey, and it cost almost an entire term's worth of Hogsmeade money, but you knew it would be worth it.
Just like how spending the whole week trying to transform your dress into something suitable was going to be worth it.
You already had more knowledge than most about spells to dye things, mostly hair, but a little about clothes too. It only took a day of tweaking with Lee’s help to get the colour exactly right. Then it was the exhausting back and forth of trying to get each measurement perfect, trying the dress on, taking it off again, making the adjustments and then checking to make sure you had done it right. You dared not try the spells while the dress was on your body after seeing the marks left on Hannah Abbot's shoulders when she tried to tighten her spaghetti straps one hot day at the lake.
Compared to your dress, making Fred's tie was easy. You decided to make it by hand, just to make it feel extra special. You knew how much Fred loved the sweaters his mum made, even if he did think they were a little dorky. He still wore them all the time, far more often than you had seen Ron or Percy. Seeing him cherish those sweaters made you love him even more and it made you want to try your hand at some kind of craft. So far a tie has been the least daunting option.
There was a girl in your dorm who loved to sew, she had a sewing machine she claimed was passed down in her family from generation to generation. It had been bewitched to never make a crooked stitch. When you asked her for help she seemed ecstatic, even telling you all about old ball traditions, while you hand-stitched with her supervision.
It was the day before the ball and you were so nervous, not because you thought Fred would think you anything less than stunning in your dress. You were sure you could walk down wearing anything, a sack even and he would tell you how beautiful you were. You were nervously trying to make sure that your tie was perfect, ironing it over and over.
You were both going to try on your outfits for the ball together in his dorm. Before you could even come up with an excuse for your suggestion Fred was beaming. “Just can’t wait until tomorrow, huh love?”
You rolled your eyes at him, shoving him in the back as you sat on his bed. It wasn’t like a fashion show was unheard of between the two of you. If one of you got something new for a special occasion you would always do this. One of you would splay out on Fred's bed while the other modelled the new outfit.
It had started when Fred and George had first joined the quidditch team, they had both been ecstatic and as the best friend you were, you asked to see them in their uniforms, cheering them as they both emerged, uncharacteristically shy in their second-hand uniforms. Until you had begun narrating on the sidelines.
“And here come Gryffndor's newest beaters, their shirts can barely even contain their bulging muscles. The Slytherin team must be shitting themselves.“
Somehow it had become a tradition, even more so when you and Fred started dating. Fred hurried off to the bathroom, normally he would change in front of you, wiggling his brows and laughing as you would whistle or slap his ass. During a fashion show though, he never wanted to spoil the surprise.
While he was gone you made quick work of stripping off and getting into your dress. He always took forever, he blamed his long limbs, so you knew you would have time. You grabbed the gift box you had put the tie into.
You lifted the lid slightly, careful not to disturb the bow on top, wanting to check it was still perfect. You almost dropped it when Fred barged out of the bathroom, doing his best model pose.
The two of you stared open-mouthed at the other. Fred visibly gulped as his eyes raked you up and down, dressed in his favourite colour. You weren’t much better, eyes widening at the way his pants clung to his thighs.
“You look-”
“Merlin-”
You both erupted in giggles, a little taken aback by the cheesiness of it all. You both move instinctively forward, Pulled to the other as your hands reach out, your hand rests on Fred’s chest, playing with his lapel while his hands cup your face.
He presses a kiss to your forehead, mind whirling wondering how he managed to be so lucky. You had been dating for so long now, but still, you managed to give him butterflies. He could never tire of your smile, your laugh, your theatrics.
Fred had never understood how love could make people so foolish. As a first-year, he would laugh at the couples kissing in the hallways and cringe whenever his dad would give his mum a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
Now he would look at his mum and dad and hope that you and he would be like that one day.
He enjoyed doing everything with you. He loved pranking with you, hearing your laugh echo through the corridors as you would run hand in hand. He loved the times you would spend relaxing, sneaking into the prefect bathroom because you insisted he needed it after quidditch. He loved the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair, to help him de-stress or when you would do it up in ridiculous styles to cheer him up. He loves listening to you talk about the things you enjoy, even when he knows nothing about them, how animated you get until you are completely lost in your world. Hell, he even enjoys arguing with you, the cute furrow you get in your brow and the pout you give him when you just need him to give in. He loves feeling you melt into him when he wraps his arms around you, even when you’re still mad at him, because you love him too.
“I don’t think words can do your beauty justice,” Fred grinned. You duck your head bashfully, but Fred's finger hooks under your chin, bringing your gaze back up to him.
You kiss him, lips sickly sweet as they peck his over and over again until you finally will yourself away. “You look so handsome, Freddie” You sigh, voice nothing but sincere. “But…” You trail off.
Still resting in your hand that isn’t pressed against his chest is a gift box. Too preoccupied with you to pay attention to anything else, it’s only now he finally notices it as you hold it out between you.
“You got me something?” He hesitates and you can see it in his eyes.
Gifts, except on birthdays and Christmas, can be a sore spot for him. He doesn’t have the money to buy you things, even if he wants to. It’s difficult to accept things when he doesn’t feel he has anything to offer you in return. Only he has everything you’d ever need, love, affection, and an endless supply of humour.
There's only one exception to the unspoken rule of no gifts.
“I made you something” You correct, smiling when he finally takes the gift from you. He opens his mouth, but you cut him off because you already know what he’s going to say. “I’m not expecting anything back, it’s more a gift for me than anything, I wanted us to match.”
“Oh yeah?” Suddenly all his hesitancy is gone and he’s ripping the box open like a kid on Christmas morning.
When he holds it in his hand and feels the fabric, he looks from his tie to your dress. The colours perfectly matched. “This is…you made this?”
“Yeah, I..” You feel a little bashful as he studies your gift, taking in every little detail as he turns it back and forth. You scratch the back of your neck “ I saw the fabric in Hogsmeade and I thought of you,”
His eyes catch on a homemade label with a red heart and your initials embroidered onto the lining on the back. His thumb rubs over it and when he finally tears his gaze away from the tie and looks at you instead your chest leaps at the redness of his eyes.
You worry you’ve done something wrong, that maybe the label came across as possessive instead of as a symbol of all the love you sewed the tie with. He diminishes your worries when he looks you into a bone-crushing hug and he’s gushing into your shoulder about how much he adores it.
You end up tying his tie for him, both of you internally relishing in the domesticity of it all. You kiss him all sweet once his tie is on properly. Both of you daydreaming about your lives when you finish Hogwarts.
Fred uses any chance he gets during the ball to tell everyone that his girl made his tie for him. He boasts about how good it looks, along with how good you look and especially how great you look together.
It soon becomes his lucky tie, he wears it the first day the shop opens and any important day after. If the two of you are having an anniversary he makes sure to wear it. He even insists he wants to be buried in it. You make him more things, a scarf with Molly's assistance, a waistcoat which took months to perfect and even more ties to add to his collection.
He still never stops wearing the first you made him though, even when it looks a little worse for wear. He even wears it on your wedding day. Laughing as your hand tugs on it to bring him in for your first kiss as man and wife.
#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasly x reader#fred wealsey fic#fred weasley fluff#fred weasley drabble#fred weasley blurb#fred weasley fanfictiton
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godric gryffndor & matthew murdock ;; @hiddenpxpercuts
godric listened to the other and nodded his head. he wasn't sure what a gas station snack would refer to but it didn't sound good. "i wasn't even aware there was such a thing that could be made. that definitely cannot be good for your colon."
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CHARACTER APPLICATION:
character name & any aliases: Oliver Wood
character dob & age: June 1st, 23 years old
canon or oc: canon
character pronouns/gender identity/romantic & sexual identity: cismale, he/him, biseggsual
character faceclaim: Casey Deidrick
character house/past house if relevant: Gryffndor
which school they attended: Hogwarts
character alignment in the war/explain if and why it’s changed since the battle: very much of the side of the order.
where have they been living for the past year: they have a nice little apartment in puddlemere
important character information/bio:
Oliver was born to a pure blood wizard family in Great Britain. The family was by no means rich, but they were not poor. Just had enough to be comfortable and happy. His parents loved their son dearly and supported him with anyway that they could.
When Oliver was 5 he was taken to his first quidditch match with his father. He immediately fell in love with the sport and was nothing less than an enthusiast about it. His room was decorated with posters of the greatest players, and he could tell you everything about almost any team, the players the stats, whatever their was to know he knew. He never missed a game on the tele and would rush home from whatever he had going on to catch the games.
When he was 11, Oliver attended Hogwarts and was placed into house Gryffindor. It was there he met his roommmate and life long friend Percy Weasley. During his first year, Oliver knew he had to be on gryffindors quidditch team. Charlie, captain at the time, wouldn’t allow a first year to play since the roster was full but he was the teams unofficial water boy, and attended all of the practices. He joined the team on his second year.
During his first match, he was hit in the head with a bludger and was placed in the hospital for 1 week. Embaressed, he still went into the next game and did relatively well for the remainder of the season.
During his 5th year, Oliver was made captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team he was unable to find anyone skilled enough to play as Seeker for the team after the departure of Charlie Weasley in the previous year. However, his search was ended when his Head of House, Professor McGonagall, observed Harry Potter catch Neville Longbottom's Remembrall on a broomstick from a fifty foot dive. McGonagall claimed that it was a move that even Charlie Weasley couldn't have pulled off, convincing Oliver that Harry was indeed something special. He immediately saw that Harry's build was perfect for a Seeker, and impressed upon McGonagall the need for Harry to have a decent broom to fly.
Oliver gave Harry his first Quidditch lesson in private, immediately seeing that Harry was a natural flyer on a broomstick. Wanting to use Harry as a secret weapon during the first match of the season against Slytherin, Oliver tried to keep his presence on the team under wraps. Despite his best efforts, however, word got out about Harry's presence, although his skill level was a secret from everyone outside the team.
The team did fairly well that season. However, the final match of the season against Ravenclaw was a disaster. Harry was in the hospital wing after facing Professor Quirrell and Lord Voldemort, and recovering the Philosopher's Stone. Without Harry and his Nimbus 2000 broomstick, the Gryffindor team suffered its biggest defeat in three hundred years.
Oliver spent the summer of 1992 devising an entirely new training schedule that included early morning practice sessions. He was determined to win the Cup, and his enthusiasm for regular training sessions knew no limits. He was annoyed that his team did not seem to be taking it as seriously as he was, but that may have been a result of getting them all up earlier than they expected on the day of their first training session.
On the first Saturday back at school, he booked the Quidditch pitch to begin training earlier than the other teams. His plan was cut short by the arrival of the Slytherin team, who had been given permission to use the pitch by Professor Snape in order to train their new Seeker, Draco Malfoy. The Gryffindor team was clearly very annoyed with this, but Oliver saw it as an opportunity to train Harry even harder in order to beat slytherin in the first match.
Gryffindor won their first match of the season against Slytherin, but the unexplained attacks on Muggle-born students (later found to be caused by the reopening of the Chamber of Secrets and the freeing of the monster within) forced the cancellation of the year's remaining matches. When Minerva McGonagall announced the good news that the school would not be closing, many students shouted "Dumbledore's back" or "The heir of Slytherin has been caught". Wood instead showed his intense love for Quidditch by shouting "Quidditch matches are back on."
In his final year, Oliver Wood was especially desperate to win the Quidditch Cup. He knew that he had the best team in the whole school, and he felt that the Cup would have been Gryffindor's for the past two years if events hadn't so conspired against them. Training his team hard for the first match against Slytherin, he was shocked to find out that Slytherin had indeed managed to postpone the match owing to an injury to their Seeker, Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, injured by a hippogriff after insulting it during a Care of Magical Creatures lesson, was overplaying his injury to get out of playing the match during such extremely bad weather. Gryffindor were to then play Hufflepuff instead.
During the match, Harry was overcome by Dementors, who were attracted to the large gathering. He fell from his broom while chasing the Golden Snitch and it was captured by the Hufflepuff Seeker, Cedric Diggory. When he realised what had happened, Cedric immediately offered Oliver a rematch, but Oliver declined it, knowing that Cedric had caught the Snitch fair and square, and assuring Harry that he didn't blame him for failing to catch the Snitch despite his previously impeccable record.
Oliver knew they still had a chance to win the Cup if they won their remaining matches and other results went their way. He urged Harry to buy a new broom, since his had been destroyed by the Whomping Willow after the last match, and was also worried about the Dementors appearing again and affecting Harry. Harry assured him that Professor Lupin was teaching him to deal with Dementors, and that he had received a Firebolt broomstick for Christmas.
Oliver was amazed, then disappointed to learn that Professor McGonagall had confiscated it to check for signs of tampering or sabotage, as she feared that Sirius Black may have sent it to harm Harry. Oliver tried to appeal to McGonagall, telling her that having the Firebolt would greatly enhanced their chances of winning the Quidditch Cup. McGonagall, however, accused Oliver of placing victory above Harry's life in his order of priorities. Finally, though, the Firebolt was given a clean bill of health, and returned to Harry, much to Oliver's joy.
In the run up to the second match of the season against Ravenclaw, Oliver upped the training sessions to five times a week, and monitored the status of the Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang. Knowing that she had a lot of trouble with injuries, he hoped that she would not be fit to play, and was disappointed to learn that she was able to. During the match, Oliver told Harry to stop being a gentleman and knock Cho off her broom if he had to.
Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw, and other results went their way, meaning that, in the final game of the season against Slytherin, if they could win by two hundred and ten points, they would win the Cup. Oliver took to constantly reminding Harry that he must not catch the Snitch unless they were ahead by at least sixty points, and ordering that Harry should be accompanied everywhere he went, to prevent anyone from harming him before the game, which numerous Slytherins made it clear was a clear and present danger.
During the match against Slytherin, Oliver took two Bludgers to the stomach early in the game. Harry, though, managed to capture the Snitch when Gryffindor were ahead by at least sixty points, resulting in Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup. Oliver, overjoyed, ecstatic and finally having achieved his dream, watched Harry lift the Cup aloft.
After leaving Hogwarts, Oliver became the Keeper for Puddlemere United's reserve team. In the summer of 1994, he attended the Quidditch World Cup, along with his old classmates. It was at the World Cup that he saw Harry and introduced him to his parents and told Harry of his new career.
Battle for Hogwarts:
Oliver returned to Hogwarts along with former Gryffindor Quidditch players Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts against Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. During a lull in the battle, which was granted to them by Lord Voldemort as time to gather the dead, he assisted Neville Longbottom in carrying the dead bodies of Colin Creevey and others into the Great Hall.
Personality:
Oliver’s personality outside of quidditch is very humble and laidback. He is never afraid to crack a joke and be himself around people. He wants others to be inspired to do their best, and never fails to try and lift up others. He is a true friend to those who are important to them and will have everyone’s back no matter what.
When it comes to quidditch, he has an extreme intense and dedicated personality. Whenever the topic comes up he has a magical enthusiasm about it.
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Gryffindor: If you cut your leg off, does it hurt
Ravenclaw: OF COURSE IT WOULD HURT IF YOU CUT YOUR LEG OFF ARE YOU DU-
Gryffindor: Where tho
Ravenclaw: IN YOUR LE-
Ravenclaw:
Ravenclaw: PROFESSOR
#source: ?#ravenclaw#gryffndor#hogwarts#hogwarts houses#hogwarts houses incorrect#hogwarts incorrect#hogwarts houses incorrect quotes#hogwarts incorrect quotes
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Here's somehead canons on how I think the marauders sing even tho nobody asked lmao
James
James Potter could. Not. Sing.
I'm sorry but that that man was a horrible singer
It didn't stop him tho
Sirius
He was a decent singer not gonna lie
He was outstanding or anything but he could hold a note well enough
He made up for his lack of excellence in being an outstanding piano player tho (this is one of my biggest headcannons please do not fight me)
Remus
This boi could fucking sing
Voice of an angel
He never really sung in public tho
But Sirius heard him one day in the shower and was b l o w n a w a y
Peter
Was actually pretty good tbh
A little raspy when it came to high
er notes but he wasnt awful
#this was so unnecessary lol#But I did it anywaysss#Lemme know if you want me to write a wolfstar fic where Sirius hears Remus singing in the shower pls#And what song would he be singing#I would love to know#Now I wanna write a fic dammit#The marauders#Moon#Padfoot#Prongs#Moony#Wormtail#Moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#James Potter#Remus Lupin#Sirius Black#Peter Pettigrew#Hp#Hogwarts#Gryffndor
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the vibes,the vibes... hello everyone!! this post is mainly based on the marauders era which means the 70s!! VERY MUCH a food related post but i really enjoyed making it<3 also the last video gives me such good vibes and mainly marauders vibes ah i love it video credits:@/two_sz on pinterest and the rest are from pinterest also @pinterest i love you my beloved < lil story time > when i first got into the marauders one of the first fanfiction i read was about the great hall and how marauders and etc. caused so much trouble in there during their time and in my mind i always imagined the great hall looking fairly different in the 70s i honestly think that marauders would put spells on the great hall to make it into a 70s themed restaurant and would get told off immediately but once they brought a whole juke box into the place by carrying it and everyone was so impressed that they kept it and each house had turns to use it every week idk if this comes off as cringy but my brain at 3am liked the idea so much that i used my beloved notes app to not forget it ~~~~~ i love you all have a amazing day and drink water :)☯︎ #marauders #maraudersera #marauderseragirls #marauderslily #teenagedirtbag #lilyevans #marlenemckinnon #dorcasmeadowes #alicelongbottom #harrypotter #hogwarts #gryffndor #slytherin #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #hogwartshouse #tumblr #maraudersfic #headcanon #maraudersheadcanons #maraudersmap #maraudersheadcanon #maraudersfan #marauders70s #70s #vintagemarauders #themaraudersera #marauderslovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CO1OGHKAyj8/?igshid=57u51libhqh7
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Golden Trio Era | Charlie Weasley
#charlie weasley#hp edit#harry potter#hpedit#the weasleys#hp#hp aesthetic#hp moodboard#hogwarts#hogwarts aesthetic#dragon aesthetic#dragons#magizoologist#gryffndor#hogwarts online#hogwartsonline#the burrow#wizarding world challenge#harrypotteredit#magicfolk#wizarding world#my edit#mine
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Hi! I just found your blog and I think the theme looks really pretty!!! Especially love your header, it's gorgeous 💚 also eyyyy fellow Desi Gryffindor Virgo!!!
my theme is trash, but thanks! my header is from pinterest because I'm a thief :)
But thank you 💖
.....wait, so you're a desi, gryffndor and a Virgo too?? Wait really??
There can only be one /j
#/j#hello!!!#welcome!!!!#gryffndor#virgo#and a#desi???#dude#we're matching#the-cosmic-latte-demigod#but#thank you 💖
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thanks lovely!!
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something your blog reminds me of: pumpkin pie + candy corn
would you like one? 🦍
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The Hogwarts Houses Drinking Coffee by @rose-coloured-spectrespecs
Ravenclaw: finely tuned espresso drinks with natural flavoring
Hufflepuff: all the cream and sugar
Slytherin: Black
Gryffindor: eating raw coffee beans
#i'm a gryffindor#hogwarts#harry potter#harry potter and the meme#harry potter and the tag yourself#gryffndor#ravenclaw#Hufflepuff#slytherin#coffee#rose-coloured-spectrespecs
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Barty Crouch Jr x OC — wild roses
#hp#hp aesthetic#harry potter#harry potter aesthetic#death eaters#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#barty crouch aesthetic#roses#wild roses#david tennant#piano#red piano#skulls#roses skull#rachel dashae#slytherin#salazar slytherin#gryffndor#godric gryffindor#hufflepuff#helga hufflepuff#ravenclaw#rowena ravenclaw#hogwarts founders#hogwart#lord voldemort#severus snape#lucius malfoy#draco malfoy
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Love Howler
"Harry Potter!
How dare you!
Despite me telling you a million times to be careful and not run into danger headfirst like the Gryffindor you are, what do you do?
Exactly that! Land up in St.Mungos then bribe my interns not to tell me!
Aaarghhh.
Infuriating, insufferable, stupid prat."
The Howler burns away, Draco's distraught voice echoing through the room as the door is hastily thrown open.
"I'm so sorry love." Harry beckons his boyfriend over.
"I hate you!" Draco sniffles and rushes to his bedside planting a wet, relived kiss on Harry's lips.
#drarry microfic#drarry#june prompts#love letters#howlers#thats how they show love#harry keeps landing up at St. Mungos#Draco is fedup#but also feels so scared everytime#stupid gryffndors#auror harry#healer draco#ri writes
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ON HOLD the perfect storm.
angst to fluff ; draco malfoy x ravenclaw-fem!reader.
tw for violence, depression, mental illness, etc. a short little series i wrote for fun. you can find my masterlist here. follow me for more content and if you liked this post. reblogging, likes, and comments would be greatly appreciated. any gifs or imgs are not mine.
— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ; crack. ୨୧ : you have a major fight with draco. it changes everything.
— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ; crash. ୨୧ : you attend a party for seventh years at hogwarts. draco tells you he's a death eater. you meet with george.
— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ; cry. ୨୧ : you get tortured and abducted by voldemort. the person you thought would save you didn't. you deal with the pain, but how much longer until you shatter into tiny little pieces?
— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ; rebuild. ୨୧ : you fall quickly into denial. you want to do something but you don't know what. draco tries to apologize for his mistakes but you keep avoiding him. he finally confronts you.
— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ; resurrect. ୨୧ : years later, you and draco are happily dating. but a new problem comes, and draco finds out. you have to choose: draco or him?
— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ; reminisce. ୨୧ : a compilation of cute moments of you and draco. (and a take at an alternative ending).
#draco malfoy x female reader#draco malfoy fic#draco malfoy blurb#draco malfoy fanfiction#draco malfoy fanfic#draco malfoy x y/n#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy x you#draco#draco malfoy fluff#draco malfoy angst#draco malfoy#draco lucius malfoy#draco malfoy imagine#draco malfoy x fem!reader#draco malfoy x gryffndor!reader#draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader#draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader#draco malfoy x slytherin!reader#hp#harry potter#hogwarts#slytherin#hufflepuff#ravenclaw#gryffindor
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Hogwarts Shifter: I am shifting to golden trio era!
Me, an intellectual: Marauders era is where it's at
#its a joke i dont really care which era you prefer lol#but marauders era is more fun me thinks#like best interesting characters aka sirius and remus time is there#the only bad thing would happen when you're not gryffndor lol#shifting#hogwarts dr#hogwarts shifting
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