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guqslvr · 9 months

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how to be hermione granger at school 💘

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READ. i cannot stress this enough it’s so obviously hermione and it helps u get smarter i promise. (i’ve read my whole life A LOT and i get amazing grades in english 9 times out of 10). it doesn’t even have to be different books all the time, i have reread the harry potter books at least 6 times each, every time you read it again you realise bits you’ve missed, and a lot of the time you can expand your vocabulary by a lot, meaning you will know what a lot of big pointless words mean, just like hermione !

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DO YOUR HOMEWORK THE DAY YOU GET IT. hermione always hands in her homework early and she is very organised, you don’t really have to do it the day you get it anyway if you’re busy, you might be better making some sort of schedule where you have different nights a week where you do homework for different classes. trust me, this also helps you so much mentally because you’ll be so much less stressed if it’s all out the way or planned.

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STUDY. try to study every night, for at least an hour. i know that hermione spends almost all of her time studying, but that’s not healthy so you shouldn’t do it, 1 - 2 hours a day plus whatever time you spend reading should be good, but if you feel you’re not improving like you want to, go for an extra 1 - 2 hours on SOME nights, do not do this every day as you’ll have no time to do anything else, and that’s unhealthy ! if this post does well i will make a study schedule based on when i would study <3

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LISTEN AND TAKE NOTES IN CLASS. this is obvious but i feel like i should add it in. if you want to be like hermione you have to be smart, it’s just the truth, and maybe you don’t think you’re smart just now, but if you listen in class, take notes, and study them, i promise you it will make school so much easier and you’ll feel so much smarter. what i usually do, is in class i take quick notes in a jotter, ipad or notebook, and when i get home, i rewrite them so that i can make them neat, this is optional, but i cannot study messy notes. this is also helpful as it drills the information into your head more as you’re writing it twice.

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ROMANTICISE SCHOOL. hermione enjoys school and studying, so if you want to be like her, you should too ! make a playlist of songs that you think hermione would like, do your hair like hermione, add little accessories that make you feel like you’d be in a harry potter film, buy pretty pens, get stationery that actually motivates you to do your work and studying and have fun with your friends ! just enjoy school banbecause it can be fun if you decide it is 💘

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choccy-milky · 21 days

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average seb and clora study session

#saw this on pinterest and IMMEDIATELY redrew it LOL shitposts and seb just go so perfectly together #seb is smart and good at studying.....just not when cloras around LMAOO #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #choccyart #wait im dead the og kinda looks like seb and clive now LMFAOOO #seb trying to rizz cloras dad/convince him that he should let him marry her BAHAHAHA

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reggieblackdiary · 15 days

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Study as if you were reviewing with Remus, Lily and Reggie at Hogwarts and didn’t want to look dumb.

#marauders #jegulus #wolfstar #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #gryffindor #remus lupin #slytherin #lily evans #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #study motivation #slytherin skittles

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teacup-gathering-itself · 7 months

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Give me muggleborn students trolling eachother via howlers and voice changers but they accidentally use muggle jokes that the pureblood kids don’t understand (think Nigerian Prince scams) so it spirals out of control.

“I didn’t know your family had ties to nobility? Why didn’t you mention it?”

“Pardon?”

“You’re familiar with African nobility? Enough that they send you howlers? And you didn’t care to mention that?”

“Oh… oh yeah that’s… my bad?”

Queue every muggle raised child realizing this opportunity and making eyes that scream “do NOT fuck this up for all of us” at each other before the gossip network does its work.

Anyways I just wanna see Goncharov level of unity because they absolutely would stick to the bit if someone fell for it.

Professor Snape would die over this silently, while all the pureblood teachers are like “???? Are you well, Severus?”

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aurithemoon · 1 year

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a messy, sort of christmas-themed James Potter expression study.

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wrinkledparchment · 1 year

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a stranger’s whisper | sebastian sallow

BRIEF DISCLAIMER: THIS AUTHOR DOES NOT SUPPORT OR CONDONE TRANSPHOBIA OR DISCRIMINATION OF ANY KIND

Summary: Based on the “In the Shadow of the Study” Quest | You, Ominis, and Sebastian all find themselves stuck where Noctua Gaunt died, blocked in a room that can only be escaped by casting an unforgivable curse. In order for the curse to work, the caster has to really mean it, but you could never hurt Sebastian.

Word Count: 1,793 words

Author’s Note: It’s been a while, I mostly write speculative non-fiction in my spare time and I don’t think I really have an audience for that here so I publish at my school instead, but I felt inspired by Sebastian, so here I am, just a brief one-off. Thanks for reading!

Content Warnings: Crucio curse, graphic depictions of magical torture, a briefly mentioned skeleton, but basically the same as if you’ve done the quest

You could feel your black robes dragging on the dusty stone floor, the green on the inside shimmering in the light of the torches. Ominis stood in the corridor, pacing back and forth, gripping his wand and his robes, trying to contain his anxiety. Quick work with the blasting curse, Confringo, had got you into this blasted place, along with Ominis’ proficiency in parseltongue, but after some quick puzzle-solving on your part, you stood in front of the doorway where Ominis’ aunt had died. The words CRUCIO were engraved on the stone in front of the entrance, a shining snake symbol accompanying it. You swallowed, Sebastian’s presence near the door lingering and a mixture in the air of nervousness and excitement traveling through his bones. You knew what was about to happen.

A crumpled paper lay in your hands, and a collection of bones lay at your feet. As soon as you begin reading, the screams of a woman echo throughout the chamber, ringing in your ears, and the paper between your thumb crunches.

“Ominis...” you begin with caution, breath catching while Sebastian stands next to you, briefly looking over your shoulder, skin touching yours. The brief heat leaving as soon as it came was more maddening than the screams, and your stomach churned. “There’s a skeleton. And this...” you extend the paper to Ominis, but he doesn’t take it. “It’s Noctua’s last journal entry. She mentions being trapped here--blocked by an unforgivable curse.

Ominis’ hands shake and squeeze more, pacing intensifying, “This is where she died. This is where we’ll die.” The frustration in his voice increases with each word, “I shouldn’t have listened to either of you.”

You glance down again at the word engraved in the stone, opting not to look at the tortured faces carved into the doorway, and Sebastian says something, but you’re too busy hoping that his voice will soothe your nerves, that his hand will suddenly crawl to yours through the empty space, that he will whisper in your ear, “you’re brave.”

You can almost hear those words, him talking about your brilliance, in your own mind. But before you can finish comforting yourself in the absence of his warmth, he ushers you over, closer to the door. “I know what we have to do, [Name].” His eyebrows raise, pondering the reaction you’re about to have. “Considering that Crucio is etched into the stone and there are tortured faces embellishing the doorway, my educated guess is that casting the Cruciatus curse will open the passageway.” You, of course, already knew this, but you bit your lip and looked at Ominis anyways.

“You know I can’t ask it of him,” you trailed off, sympathy and regret filling in your stomach. The Sebastian that lives in your head whispered from behind you--the warm feeling of breath on your neck, Sebastian’s fingertips lacing in your hair and tracing in your collarbone ever so gently, just enough to be a ghost but never real--that Sebastian whispered: “be brave for me.”

“If you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever,” Ominis warns from further down the hall.

Sebastian’s eyes darken and his mouth twitches, “If we don’t cast Crucio, we’ll die in here.” When he looks back at you, his gaze softens, eyebrows furrowing in that very Sebastian way. “It looks like it’s up to us. I think I know how to cast Crucio, and I can teach you if you want. You could cast it on me.”

Something in your gut twists, and although you ask to learn it, when you turn around for Sebastian to grab your wrist from behind, trace the wand movements for you, his real breath landing on your neck, you know that you could never hurt him. After you’ve practiced at the wall, he whispers, “You can cast it on me. I can take it.”

You trace the movements, and you look him in the eye, and Crucio falls from your lips, but nothing comes from it except for a few sparks. Ominis can feel what happened, senses that Sebastian stayed perfectly still, and he knows that you didn’t mean it.

Sebastian swallows hard, and he realizes what that means. “You can’t hurt me, can you?” There is a ghost of a smile on his face, and you frown and shake your head.

“I could never hurt you. I could never mean it, even if it meant dying in here.” He stands up straight, and you look him in the eyes, full of desperation and so much love that you’re surprised it didn’t come pouring out of you. “Cast it on me,” you say, and follow it with a small whisper, “You know that I would do anything for you.”

He steadies himself as you begin to kneel before him, and there is very little hesitation before his wand begins to glow red, sparkling in the dim light. “Crucio!”

You quickly clutch your stomach, falling the rest of the way to the ground, and there is such a searing pain in every crevice of your body that you need to rip every last piece of flesh on your body until it all goes away. Lightning zips through your veins, every cell on fire, and you begin to lose your ability to think. There are noises in the passageway, but all you can do is lay down and take the pain.

You think of Sebastian, his eyes sorrowful but full of intent as his wand pointed at you. You think of the feeling of his hand gripping your wrist, his chest against your back, his warmth in the dark, cold crypt. You think of the red sparks that lit up his face, how beautiful he looked in the light his wand made. Your muscles are on fire, eyes contorted shut as you unknowingly scratched at your robes, at your uniform underneath, fingers grappling your face, tugging on your hair. Your toes were constricted and every muscle was as tight as can be. Sebastian whispered to you again, telling you how beautiful and brave you were, how proud he was, and although your eyes were screwed shut, you knew that it was all fake. The screams in the corridor intensified, Sebastian only being able to stand there and watch, face barely contorted with guilt and regret and fear, and Ominis could only cover his ears and rock himself on his feet, begging for it to all be over.

The feeling in your body had been depleted, and so the curse, all in a matter of seconds, moved onto your mind, a new kind of torture. It conjured up these dreams, Sebastian bathed in the sunlight by the north side of the lake, picnic blankets and chocolate frogs, him over a cauldron with your arms wrapped around his waist, peeking from around his shoulder to watch. But every time, he left. And the curse, searching through every neuron, replayed the memory of a few seconds before, Sebastian’s eyes clouded by the dark magic he wielded, face lit in red, mouth wide open after the curse fell from his lips. There was no sound, only a whisper of a stranger, “he meant it, he meant it, he meant it.”

Sebastian’s stomach dropped, and he tried to keep his face straight, but he couldn’t think, your screams of horror and pain so loud that there was no more room for thought, but the noise of the door melting away pulled him from all of it. As it all fell away, your screams, the metal of the door, the tortured faces, Sebastian pushed away the thought of your pain. If he thought too much, the guilt would eat him alive. He thought of your whisper of a confession, how you knelt for him, how all that came out of your wand when he’d tried to do what you’d done for him was sparks. You could never hurt him, and now, he really and truly had proof.

All Sebastian could do now is look down at you, gasping for air, tears still falling. Your eyes opened, the same love and desperation present even after he cursed you, and Sebastian’s heart tugged, dragging him down to kneel before your body. His hand moved gently to your cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb and he half-expected you to flinch away. Instead, you melted into his touch. He frowned deeply, “I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

Ominis took a few steps from the other side of the corridor, realizing the magnitude of this ordeal, and he could only listen to the light breaths you took, matching Sebastian’s. You began to sit up, pushing off from the ground until you were on your feet, and in your haunted mind, Sebastian was there again, leaving light kisses on your neck in apology, giving soft hugs, rubbing your arms, and as always, whispering that which got you through everything lately. “You’re so brave.”

Lightning passed through your skin again when Sebastian’s hand grazed yours as you stepped into the scriptorium, following behind him, steps fueled solely by devotion. “Thank you,” he leaned briefly over to whisper, “I shan’t forget this.”

When you got back to the dormitories, and to the room which all your previous roommates had moved out of due to your tendency to pace and murmur at all of the devious hours of the night, Sebastian followed you in, pulling out a sweater and draping it over your bed before turning away, giving you privacy.

You pulled yourself under the covers, looking up to the whispers of the water on your ceiling, and waited with bated breath for Sebastian to come over. He sat on the side of your bed, and he whispered into the dark, “I’m never going to forget today--what you did for me. I’ll never be able to return the favor.”

“Just hug me,” you said, sitting up from under the covers, and he twisted to grab you, squeezing you with all his might.

“I promise to find a way to cure Anne, in light of your sacrifice.” You nodded, and shifted back under the covers, hoping he would stay there to guard your body as you slept. The soreness from the curse, the anguish had still not left your mind. As far as you were concerned, it would haunt you forever, but you turned to Sebastian, and everything was better. He stood from your bed, weight shifting, and leaned over and gave you the lightest brush of the lips on your forehead.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” he smiled, and after the door shut, you could hear his footsteps echo down the hallway, but all you could think was those words the stranger whispered to you, he meant it.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fandom #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #shadow of the study #hogwarts #wizarding world

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gobletoffeels · 7 months

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POV it’s study hall and you see a cute Slytherin boy

#hogwarts legacy #mine #sebastian sallow #my photo #my posts #the way I would not be studying anymore if I saw him lmao #I am in love forever #Sebastian sallow photos #hogwarts legacy screenshots #hogwarts legacy fandom

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magicaloxford · 6 days

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Oxford’s Christ Church College not only resembles Hogwarts because it inspired some of the movie sets, but also because it once had a professor obsessed with finding the philosopher’s stone 🔮!

☆*: .instagram.:*☆

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oh-my-wolfstar · 5 months

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The Marauders Becoming Animagi

McGonagall: Headmaster we have a problem!

Dumbledore: What is it?

McGonagall: I just saw Potter, Black, Petigrew, and Lupin in the LIBRARY

Dumbledore: *sweats nervously*

McGonagall: And they were reading

Dumbledore: *starts to shake*

McGonagall: And taking NOTES

Dumbledore: That’s it, put the castle on lock down

#remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #wolfstar #marauders #fanfic #harry potter #peter pettigrew #hp fandom #animagi #animagus #hogwarts #studying #the marauders #the marauders studying #minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #albus dumbledore #professor dumbledore

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darigne · 24 days

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our academic weapon.

reference

P.S. slippers are my favorite part

#art #illustration #dramione #dramione art #hermione fanart #hermione granger #study motivation #hp fandom #hogwarts mystery

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serpensortiamaxima · 1 month

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When Sebastian's "brilliant" dare idea gets you detention

#it was hilarious to be dancing on the study desks while all the students were like HUUUSHHH #Poor Ominis had to watch this unfold #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy screenshots #sebastian sallow x mc #slytherin #hogwarts #sebastian sallow x oc #sebastian sallow screenshots #sebastian sallow screencaps #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc

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guqslvr · 9 months

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my study / homework schedule to enter my hermione era 💘

monday - 3.10pm - 5pm (1hr 50mins)

study at library. on mondays i do maths weekly and nightly homework, some chemistry revision, and read at least 50 pages !

tuesday - 4.00pm - 6.15pm (2hrs 15mins)

study at home. on tuesdays i do maths nightly homework, go over my maths weekly homework, some physics revision, and read at least 30 pages !

wednesday - 6.30pm - 7.45pm (1hr 15mins)

study at home. on wednesdays i do maths nightly homework, any science homework that i have, (physics, biology, chemistry), biology revision, and read at least 30 pages !

thursday - 6.30pm - 8.15pm (1hr 45mins)

study at home. on thursdays i do maths nightly homework, any english or philosophy homework, i practice music theory and pieces, and i practice my spelling to make sure everything is correct!

friday - sunday i tend to have a break if i don’t have a test for, but occasionally i use fridays to practice a language or learn about something i like ! on these days i try to read 60 pages a day 💘

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iridescentdescendant · 2 years

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definitely my favourite study spot // duke humfrey's library, oxford

#duke humfreys library #oxford #england #studyblr #study aesthetic #dark academism #academism #library #library aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #university of oxford #hogwarts aesthetic #academia core

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sunshinemayhem · 2 days

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Sirius had left. He'd run straight to the arms of his friends, and left his brother alone.

Strangely enough, Regulus didn't feel betrayed. Maybe he should, but this was always bound to happen. He'd known it before he'd accidentally discovered that Lupin was a werewolf, before Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, and even before Sirius had left for Hogwarts that very first time.

Sirius had been worried, then. Nothing he said in words, but he'd given him an awkward hug, pat his back, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He'd looked into his eyes, questioning.

Will you be okay?

Regulus hadn't known, but he'd nodded nonetheless. His brother would be free. His brother would be happy. His brother could do no wrong.

Sirius's yearning for freedom had always been too strong, and now he'd found enough love amongst his friends to fill up the space their parents had left. Regulus knew deep down that he could have run too, either with Sirius or to Pandora's, but he was all too aware of the potential consequences.

If only one son ran? Then there'd be trouble with his parents and the Dark Lord, sure, but ultimately, Sirius would be labeled the nuisance, the disappointment, the disgrace. If both sons ran away? Then, the entire family was disgraced. Regulus was too scared of the Dark Lord for that to happen. He was scared of what might happen to his parents, his relatives, his cousins. Although his feelings about his parents were mixed, he didn't wish them harm. Narcissa, too, had deflected questions away from him far too many times.

Sirius hadn't realized any of this, he was sure. He remained blissfully unaware that if Regulus ran too, neither would be free. Their parents would never let that happen. Always impulsive and headstrong, Sirius was. And he was supposed to be the older brother. How odd. Regulus loved him.

Regulus thinks back to that silent question. Will he be okay?

He's not sure, even now, but like five years ago, he ignores his doubt, pushes it into the recesses of his heart, and nods, once, in the dark. Regulus doesn't know what he wants, and he doesn't have all the answers, but that night, he sleeps secure in the knowledge that somewhere out there, Sirius is safe.

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