@raenegade-accio and I talked about how Wren could use a little of Hellendil's calm vibes to offset the chaos of their friend group and he in turn could use a little more of their chaos. She told me Wren would totally want to put flowers in his hair and make flower crowns for them both, so I had to make it happen. ☺️❤️

I am so sorry this took so long to finish, but I love them so much!

Our sweet boys enjoying some time together over winter break at the Abbott's Manor. 💕

@lil-grem-draws

[Will is still in the Hospital Wing recovering from his breakdown if anybody feels like visiting. Also, I DO HEAR YOU ALL, CREATING CHAOS, MY BOY NEEDS REST, PLEASE, LET HIM 😂🤣]

Context: Will and Sebastian went through a horrifying experience with the haunted pickle (#picklepocalypse tag). Will was in shock afterwords but thought he handled it well. Until a mysterious creature appeared at Hogwarts, going around and booping people on the nose. It was not something threatening but to Will? His emotions catching up, all the stress, shock wearing off — he had a breakdown at the boop and fainted.

The timeline at the Hospital Wing:

The first day = the day of his submission, a few hours after the pickle incident. Will is unconscious, then stressed; crying, resting, barely eating. Was given a Sleeping Draught as a result. Doesn't want to see anyone, even Elland who carried him there.

Apathetic, tired, sleeping restlessly for most of the day, still not seeing people.

Starts talking to people but still takes it slow, reading books. Sebastian starts bringing books with his research regarding the vegetable and how to protect themselves. Elland stops by with some sweets, just keeks Will company for a bit, they don't talk too much but Will is grateful for some company.

The day from that other hospital wing post (this stread): Sebastian and Will figured out the wards, a lot of people came to visit (some tried to joke about the pickle and Will did not like that). Will started doing homework that Hellendil brough him and they played/learned chess.

The day Will is starting to beg to let him go. That's the night Wren found him as he got over his pickle fear. Mostly.

He's free under the condition of not stressing himself out anymore.

Just a few little things I drew recently. Two for Will and Hellendil's ship and one for more transactual Cyrus and Paul (@polina_sango's MC on twitter).

You could already hear the noise outside the closed door. And it got louder with every second. A melodic song made of "mäh".

Gwen stood in the middle of your dorm room and was clearly having fun turning every chair, box or cushion into a sheep.

She froze in mid-motion as she was about to transform @ask-andrew-larson pillow. The little Hufflepuff looked up at Felix. Stared at him for a second or two before her lips curled into a devilish grin.

"Crinitus ovium transformatio" and your bed became a white sheep with a fur like a cloud.

"TEAM FLUFFY SHEEP!!!" she shouted and ran out of the room laughing like a villain.

Vid Odens skägg! Felix stood in the doorway, holding his head in disbelief, too flabbergasted to run after Gwen as she dashed out. Her cheeky grin lingered in his mind as he struggled to make sense of the madness.

How did she… Almost every piece of furniture was now a fluffy, woolen version of its former self. Why would she…?! 'Team Fluffy Sheep'? No, pondering the motives of a prankster wasn't the priority at the moment, especially one as unpredictable as the little Hufflepuff. Felix let out a deep sigh, resigning himself to the chaos. Transfiguration. Of course, it had to be Transfiguration—the one subject he struggled with the most. The subject really wasn't one of his strongest talents, and Gwen had certainly outdone herself this time.

Felix' thoughts were interrupted when he noticed one sheep chewing on the seam of his cloak. Great. Alsius' chair had also fallen victim to Gwen's antics. Rolling up his sleeves, Felix set to work, determined to undo his friend's shenanigan.

The Ravenclaw managed to return small things such as books, trophies, and hourglasses back to their normal state with relative ease. However, the larger furniture proved to be more stubborn, and the sheep seemed to grow anxious. With a furrowed brow, Felix focused on Andrew's favourite pillow next, but his spell failed miserably. The lamb transformed into a bizarre hybrid creature with with the body of cushion and the head and feet of a lamb. And it seemed to have had enough.

The creature stared back at him, and with a sudden leap, it made a dash for the door. Cursing under his breath, Felix lunged after it, only to find himself flat on his stomach. The door swung open with a thud as the pillow-lamb made a break for it, leaping into the common room, leaving chaos in its wake. With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Felix scrambled to his feet, shouting at his friends, "Monty! Hellendil! Grab that sheep! The pillow!"

@theravenchild - @ask-andrew-montrose

You’re sitting on one of the benches in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower reading, when you feel the Ravenclaw sit down next to you.  “Hey, Sebastian.”  You recognize the voice as Hellendil's before looking up from your book.  His gaze is distant, looking away from you as he speaks.  “I know we don't talk as much as we used to, but I wanted to check in on you, make sure you're doing okay.  I can't imagine the holiday is the easiest time for you, but I want you to know I'm always here if you need me.”  He turns to you, a kind empathy in his eyes.  He always was one to go out of his way for others and he’d always had a soft spot in his heart for you.  “You need only ask, my friend.

“But that's not the only reason I'm here,” he continues as he hands over a small pouch.  Upon inspection, you find it to be filled with hand twisted candy canes and honey candies.  “I know you enjoy your sweets and your allergies give you a hard time this time of year, so I hope they will help to ease the symptoms a bit.  And don't forget to share some with Nosy.  Cute little devil deserves a treat too.”  He smiles, “Merry Christmas, Sebastian.”

Sebastian startled to attention when Hellendil suddenly slid onto the bench next to him; his surprised faded into something far more awkward as the conversation took an unexpected sentimental turn. Inwardly, his mind reeled, desperate for something to draw his focus away from the sudden thoughts of family and Christmases past. Subjects he purposely avoided thinking about this time of year. Sebastian immediately tamped down the emotions that threatened to reach his eyes, his gaze slowly searching the corridor and landing everywhere and anywhere other than on the Ravenclaw next to him.

Distraction came in the form of the pouch deposited in his hands, and in his unease, he found himself ignoring the manners his mother tried so hard to instil when she was alive. Sebastian slipped the pouch open just enough to peek inside as Hellendil spoke. Indeed there was a small selection of sweets that he was sure to enjoy.

Somehow that made it worse.

He cleared his throat around the welling sense of disquiet -- at the sudden emotions surrounding the conversation, the gift, and for the fact that he didn't have anything to offer in return.

"Happy Christmas...and thank you, Hellendil," Sebastian finally said as he slipped the pouch into his robe pocket. A wistful smile, faint but irrepressible, turned the corner of his mouth. Perhaps his mother's lessons hadn't completely missed the mark.

"I shall be certain to share some with Nosy, though I suspect he will find his way into it before I even offer."

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Hellendil sends his love! :)

AAAAH THANK YOU MY QUEEN !!! I LOVE YOU AND HELLENDIL BOTH, WHAT A SWEET TREAT TO WAKE UP TO 😍💗

A tall brunet approaches you slowly, a soft, disarming smile on his face.  You recognize him from several classes you share and remember seeing him often in the dorms, reading, studying or entertaining the various pets owned by other Ravenclaw students.  You recall his name is Hellendil.

“Hello, Andrew!”  He sweeps into a bow, braid sliding down over his shoulder.  Straightening, he continues, “I'm terribly sorry I haven't gotten to know you better since I came to Hogwarts, but I wanted to remedy that by saying hello and offering you a little treat for the holiday.”  He holds out his hands to reveal several delicious looking, hand pulled candy canes.  “Just a little something.  I hope you enjoy them!  Merry Christmas, Andrew!”

*The first thought that entered Andrew’s head was how remarkably tall Hellendil was up close. He knew, of course, with Hellendil being closest to Felix’s height in their House. Temporarily transfixed as he gazed up, Andrew was slightly taken aback when Hellendil held out the candy canes. For him? His eyes rounded in astonishment.*

For me? T-thank you! I- 

*His hands flew to his mouth, and he gasped in dismay. He hadn’t prepared anything in retu- wait! At the risk of leaving Hellendil bewildered, Andrew motioned with a hand and then hastily dashed down the steps to his room, shouting backwards at the same time.* 

Please wait!

*Thankfully, Andrew had baked a batch of mince pies that morning as a surprise for his mother when they were due home that evening. His mother would be pleased to hear that Andrew had friends to share it with, he told himself, as he grabbed the small box sitting on top of his trunk. 

Hurrying back out to the domed enclave where he left Hellendil standing, he pressed the box into the other Ravenclaw’s hands and accepted the candy canes in turn.*

Happy Christmas, Hellendil! I hope you like mince pies. And icing sugar. I was rather generous with my sprinkling. *Andrew’s cheeks coloured slightly, but he beamed happily up at Hellendil all the same.*

@shanaraharlyah (Hellendil), @lil-grem-draws (William and Elland), our boy band is here!

Will is taking a selfie :)

When “a photo” somehow turned into “many photos”. In Solomon's voice: “She doesn't know when to stop.” 😅

Btw, taking these screenshots, I really thought our boys could make a boy band in some AU. Joking apart, look: William - vocals (and manager!), Elland - guitar (or bass), Hellendil - piano (or flute or violin), Chris - drums (or bass). Just guessing based on how I see their personalities, so correct me if I'm wrong.

P.S. If you wondered how to get several MCs together, @deathlysallows wrote an awesome post about it here, highly recommended! I can only add to this that UUE Unlocker by Otis may be a bit more handy for work with a camera and lighting, but it’s optional.

Testing out the tablet sketching Hellendil from the current WIP. It works! :3

What started out as a simple headcanon post has evolved into a full on fic snippet that I hope you all will enjoy!

So, I was thinking about how the game gives us no background for the thestral mount, Sepulchria, and how Hellendil just adores her. I head canon that she is one of the thestrals pulling the carriage during the dragon attack at the beginning of the game. She managed to survive the attack, but not without injury. Because thestrals are so intelligent, she remembers her destination was Hogwarts and continues on, showing up there a few days afterward.

Professor Howin finds her wandering the grounds and in need of care. After assessing the wounds and recalling Professor Fig's recounting of the dragon attack a few days before, she consults with him regarding the lost thestral. She puts the creature up in the stables with the others while they send a letter to the carriage driver, alerting him of the thestral's whereabouts and condition.

Hellendil enters Fig's office as he's reading the reply.

"Pity. She's quite a gentle creature." "Who do you mean, Professor?" the curious fifth year asks. "Ah, good to see you Hellendil," Fig answers as he looks up from the letter in front of him. "To answer your question, one of the thestral's drawing our carriage that fateful day. She found her way to the castle in spite of her injuries. Professor Howin has been keeping her with the others while we contacted the driver. It appears he's not interested in keeping a lame creature and has asked us to end her suffering." The fifth year's eyes widen and his jaw drops open, "But why? Surely someone knows how to treat her injuries? Won't a healing spell or draught help?" Fig moves around the desk to place a comforting hand on the tall Ravenclaw's shoulder, "Horses and thestrals are notoriously difficult to heal of such injuries. I'm no expert on the matter, but it's often kinder in the end to do just as her owner suggests." He bows his head and closes his eyes, "Even if she does recover, it's unlikely that she'll ever be able to perform her duties again."

"We have to give her a chance, Professor!" comes the impassioned reply, his brows pressed together in worried, begging expression. "What did Professor Howin say? Do we know that she won't heal? What if I take care of her myself!?" The professor chuckles, a soft smile forming on his face, "I must say, I admire your spirit, young man. You've not been here more than a week and already you're willing to take on tasks well above your current training, not to mention how well you did during our adventure at Gringots. Why don't we talk to Professor Howin about your request together? She's better equipped to know what kind of challenge we face. If she believes it is worth the effort, then I shall see what I can do to get the thestral signed over to our care." "Thank you, professor," Hellendil answers, a look of relief in his kind blue eyes. "I am curious though, as to why you're so passionate about this. It could come at great cost to heal the creature with no guarantees of success." "I like thestrals quite a lot, sir. There's a comfort in being able to see them." His eyes are a bit distant as he responds, as if there's something more on his mind. He doesn't elaborate and Fig respects his privacy. After a moment, he looks back at Professor Fig, "I just think we ought to give her a chance, professor. She made her way to us after our ordeal, and I think she deserves that much. If she's unable to bear the weight of a carriage, it doesn't make her any less deserving of a chance at life." Fig smiles at the young brunet, "You've quite a bit of compassion for someone your age. I hope you'll continue to nurture that side of yourself. The world could always use more people who are willing to give of themselves for others. Come, let's take a stroll down to Professor Howin's office and have a chat." Hellendil nods, "Of course, professor. After you," he gestures for Fig to lead the way and falls in step behind him.

After speaking with Professor Howin they decide to continue to treat the thestral. Even if she is unable to recover completely, her good nature makes her an ideal candidate to be a teaching specimen. Howin agrees to teach and supervise Hellendil as they care for the injured beast. The Ravenclaw grows ever more attached to the creature, somehow finding time nearly every day to visit and tend to her at the stables. Eventually she becomes strong enough to carry a passenger again.

Recognizing the care the new fifth year had taken throughout the healing process and his closeness with the creature, Professor Howin releases her into his custody, with the caveat that if he is ever unable or unwilling to care for her anymore, he would return her to the school and she would live out her days as an animal ambassador for teaching Hogwarts students.

Will has just finished his dinner at the Great Hall. He was glancing at the Ravenclaw table periodically for the past 10 minutes to make sure he is not too late or too early with his meal to be ready when Hellendil gets up from the bench.

If he were being honest, while Will is excited for the upcoming trip, he can't help but feel rather nervous about the idea of flying a Hippogriff. Will is not new to flying in general, he was a seeker for years but an animal is not something you can 100% control. And then, where is his friend getting the beast? What if it's too hungry that day? What if Will does not succeed with the proper Hippogriff etiquette and the creature feels the fear oozing from him? He shudders involuntary.

Will has everything he needs for the study session with Hellendil today in a messenger bag. The moment he sees @theravenchild get up from the table, the little serpent pushes his plate away and snakes gracefully away from the Slytherin table to stand near the exit, ready to catch his feathered pray. Will subconsciously bounces on the balls of his feet from excitement.

Dear Wren! I keep hearing that you have a kitty cat named Egg. I've never seen her/him around despite petting Charlie on more than a few occasions. Are you hiding Egg from us? What are they like?

Why, I’m not the one that’s been hiding her! Hellendil is entirely at fault! I’m sure someone in the Ravenclaw Common Room can attest, he’s the one that has been monopolising her attention all this time 😹

Followed by series of Egg’s purring, demanding for some attention to be shed upon her immediately.

Oh, Meech! I think you would be charmed by Egg. She’s an absolute angel with whiskers, an avid explorer of the castle and will try to climb you, especially someone of your stature!

You hear a gentle rap at the door of your dorm room and open it to see Hellendil's smiling face.  “Good afternoon, my birthday twin!  I trust you're doing well?  I just stopped by to share some of my haul with you!”  He holds up a tumbler ringed with hand pulled candy canes.  “I was even able to procure a few lemon flavored for you, they have the yellow stripes.  Take some for Alsius, too.  I didn't want to disturb him while he works and I know I can trust you to get them to him.  Merry Christmas, my friend!”

Felix' eyes lit up with joy as he greeted Hellendil, unable to hold back a grin at the sight of his friend's infectious smile. "Good afternoon, Hellendil! You always know how to brighten up a day," Felix replied warmly. His eyes lit up as the fellow Ravenclaw mentioned the lemon-flavoured candy canes, knowing that @ask-alsius-vafer would appreciate the thoughtful gesture.

"Thank you so much, Hellendil. Als will love these. I made sure to share them with him when he took a break from his work," Felix chuckled, reaching out to take a handful of the lemony delights, admiring their vibrant yellow stripes.

Felix' eyes lit up as he remembered the surprise he had prepared for his friend. "Wait a moment, I have something for you as well! Just a moment!" He disappeared briefly into his dorm room, returning with a small, beautifully wrapped box adorned with a ribbon.

"God Jul, Hellendil!" Felix said, presenting the gift with a warm smile. "I hoped you liked it."

[Inside the box was a delicate snow globe with two miniature Thestrals who galloped gracefully through a snowy landscape.]

Hellendil with Clarke for @shanaraharlyah Hope you don't mind!!!

So, i just got a sweet suprise from @shanaraharlyah when i went back to my place to prepare for the moving back. I can't describe how happy i was when i checked my mailbox💙💙💙 I promise i'll send something in exchange, but for now, i'm a bit busy with the renovations