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forbidden-forest-witch · 1 year

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Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin story

CHAPTER 2: The Headmistress

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

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"So I close my eyes to old ends and open my heart to new beginnings"

-Nick Frederickson

The grounds of Beauxbâtons are as breath-taking as ever. The glistening ponds reflect the cotton ball clouds, the swans, and the elegant chateau where Brigitte learned how to master her magic. She flies her broom to the front gate, where she skids to a stop on the white gravel.

Elegantly, periwinkle-silk dressed students bounce across the grounds, some nervous looking first years still running around to get to classes on time. As she approaches the front doors, Brigitte looks around for the flowing silver hair, but the Delacour sisters are nowhere to be found. It's probably for the better, Brigitte doesn't have the time to listen to Fleur gab on about her final year of school, nor the authority to tell her why she's visiting the school to begin with.

Being in the hallways after five years is surreal. Frescos of moving angels and mythological characters adorn the high ceiling, marble staircases on either side of the grand entryway, and vases overflowing with orchids on every surface are all the same as they were when she last walked through the halls on graduation day.

She arrives at Madame Maxime's office and seeing the door halfway open, she knocks on the door frame to announce her presence.

"Come in", she hears a familiar deep but feminine voice say. Madame Maxime's face lights up as Brigitte enters her ornately decorated office. She stands from her desk, and the giantess towers over the young witch.

"Oh my darling, how is it even possible that you get more beautiful each time I see you? Oh dear, talented and breath-taking, she must be from Beuaxbâtons! Hogwarts will not be prepared for such witches", Maxime says as she holds Brigitte's hands in her much larger ones.

"Oh Madame you flatter me too much, and flattery will get you everywhere. I'm so relieved to have gotten your letter. It's an honor knowing that the Headmistress is thinking of them and selfishly, it could not have arrived at a more opportune time", Brigitte admits as she takes a seat across from the Headmistress.

Madame Maxime motions for Brigitte to prepare her tea, and once the sugar cubes had been stirred in and the small talk about their daily lives is over, they return to the purpose of their meeting. Madame Maxime sets down her tea and looks at Brigitte with a determined stare.

"We are both very busy witches so I will not take more of your time. Like I said in my letter, I want you to accompany the academy to Hogwarts. It will be a long term commitment as we will be there the entire school year, but when the tournament committee suggested I bring someone with legal expertise to represent the school, I naturally thought of one of our brightest! I don't expect you having to do much work, really, it's simply a precaution. Parents will feel more at ease if someone with your legal knowledge is with their children. It will be an amazing opportunity", Madame Maxime states as she brought the tea cup to her lips, "I do hope you seriously consider it".

Brigitte grins at her, imagining getting to witness this once-in-a-century game and what it could do for her career. She cannot deny the appeal. "I'd be a fool not to. I honestly find no reason to turn it down and so many to accept, so that is my answer. It has to be, no? ...I'd be honored to accompany this academy", she says feeling really confident in her decision.

"Your maman will not like you leaving France again", Madame Maxime remarks.

Brigitte smiles and shrugs, "She knows that I must go where the current of the universe takes me. Yeah, she won't like it, but she is proud of me helping people like my Papa and Beau. Auguste recently transferred to London as well, so I think it will calm her knowing that I have one brother close by. It's been too long since he and I were together".

Brigitte takes her final sip of tea as Madame Maxime goes to reply. "Your mother has many reasons to be proud of you... and dear Auguste, another fine student. Doing great things with his alchemy I hear?".

Brigitte quirks her eyebrow while finishing her tea. "Auguste loves his job. He's actually living in a laboratory in the middle of London. He's quite ... hardworking. He is lucky to have a convenient set up but I worry. It is good for him I will be there soon to get him out of his isolation", Brigitte jests-- slightly. Her second oldest brother has become quite reclusive since acquiring his own lab.

The headmistress raises her eyebrow at the girl. "Not too much fun dear, I don't want to give you anymore detentions. Especially now ... Everything needs to be in order before our departure! I will see you here September 30. You're paperwork for temporary residency and a permit for you law status is all taken care of. Au revoir, darling".

"Take care Madame. I will see you soon!".

Brigitte practically floats out of the castle. The preoccupied students bumping into her shoulders don't phase her. She is so excited about her new assignment and feels antsy knowing that it will not begin for another month. She mounts her broom and makes her way back to Paris.

She almost gets lost above the clouds because she was so deep in her day dreams, thinking about competitions she'll witness and all the English laws she'll get to amend, need be. She can't help but giggle when she pictures Fleur's face when she finds out all of this. Which Brigitte hopes is more enthusiastic than her boss.

"What?! You're leaving?", Madame Weber, a naturally frazzled witch of middle age asks in between examining legal files. Brigitte follows the witch down the brightly lit hallway of their office building.

"Temporarily", she emphasizes. "I've been assured my time won't be taken up with tournament nonsense, I can get myself familiar with English laws and see what good I can do there".

"Yes ... 'suppose. You have made phenomenal strides here, it's only natural that you move on. You sure it won't be an issue? They haven't been a cooperative institution in the past". Brigitte shakes her head, her blond tendrils swishing along her back.

"No issue I cannot handle. Madame Maxime asked me personally... You know I've been in Paris too long".

"Again, true", her boss admits. "Alright. But have all your open cases here taken care of before you leave, I don't want anyone to feel abandoned. And remember you are always representing this group. No funny business!".

"I'll try my hardest, Madame!", Brigitte giggles before running off to her cluttered work desk to begin closing her cases. She writes her clients, hands off their information and her current legal amendments to her collegues, and occupies her last month in France tying up any loose ends.

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"Promise you'll write. Why did I agree to letting you go? I won't have a new flatmate for weeks. Do you know how many bottles of champagne I'm liable to drink alone until then? I cannot be unsupervised. You can't leave me, you selfish horrible woman", Francesca protests while bouncing on Brigitte's bed.

She is currently posing in front of the mirror, admiring her outfit. She decided the uniform for her time at Hogwarts will be her old Beauxbâtons dress, and she's lucky enough to have Francesca who volunteered to alter it so that the dress would not so closely resemble the students'. The light blue fabric has been enchanted to night sky blue, and there are two more ruffles on the bottom hem to add length. The dark color and figure-hugging silhouette make Brigitte look stunning yet professional.

She glances over her shoulder at her dramatic friend, "I'm worried that you considered me the supervision. I think I had a school record for detentions my fifth year. Not that I remember much". Brigitte rolls her eyes as Cess lets out a loud groan, "And how many times must I repeat? I'll write at least once a week. And same to you! I bet you'll have a new boyfriend in a month and you'll be like 'Britt who?'".

Francesca turns to lay on her tummy and prop up on her elbows. She sighs in thought, "yeah maybe a new boyfriend. They are easy to come about. But difficult to keep around for more than a few weeks. Even if they are a mind blowing lover...", she says cheekily, "But what about you? I see guys ask you out all the time! And when we're out you make every head turn. Men practically drool over you. Can't you try to have fun? Ew, wait! You're going to be stuck at a school! Maybe a hot teacher?".

Brigitte continues to pack up her last few belongings into the trunk with the extendable charm-- the only way the broomstick would be able to fit. She takes a long sigh and shakes her head at Francesca.

"you know what it's like. Guy asks me out, we go out, and the second he hears the word 'werewolf' the date is affectively over. And that's just when I tell them about my work. I cannot imagine the reaction to hearing that there are two in my family.... you know how people were at school... It's just easier to not get attached, to not get my hopes up. When the timings right the universe will tell me", she says naively.

Francesca rolls her eyes at that logic, "Blah blah blah. You and this universe thing. Very hippie of you", she scoffs. "I sure hope the universe pushes you into the arms of a handsome Englishman. You deserve it! The problem is finding a man who deserves you! At least you can try to get a free gourmet meal or two! Maybe even fall in love. Crazier things have happened. Just try to date this century".

Brigitte lets out a breathy chuckle, "always the optimist. I promise to write to you immediately when that happens. Now, I need to send that letter to Auguste before I leave. Still have to let him know I'll be close. Do you mind me using your owl?", she asks and motions her head to the vanity. Francesca hops off the bed and picks it up.

"Of course! I'll send it for you".

That night the girls drank champagne, smoked a joint, and listened to music. Brigitte put the ABBA records on the small bookshelf for Francesca to enjoy while they are apart.

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Early the next morning, the sunlight wakes Brigitte up and excitement immediately floods her body. She throws the covers off and rips away her pajamas. She grabs her wand and swirls it around her head. The silk dress floats from its hanger and fits onto her body perfectly. She looks in the mirror, fixing her petite witch hat and dress before leaving her bedroom one last time.

Brigitte hates Apparating, but there isn't time for another mode of transportation. She grips her belongings and pictures the Beauxbâtons gravel pathway. After feeling like she is being sucked through her own bellybutton, new ground her feet and she takes in her sights.

The early autumn sun shines on her skin as she admires the reflections on the ponds. Brigitte spots the carriage and huge Abraxan horses-- horses the size of elephants with ten feet long wingspans-- as well as the sea of students eagerly waiting to board their chariot to Hogwarts.

Brigitte hears the excited chatter as she approaches the crowd-- then she hears a high-pitched shriek that stands out, would be recognizable anywhere.

"AHHH! Britt! There you are! You said in your last letter you had a surprise but I never imagined this! I almost died when Madame Maxime told us what's happening! As if this couldn't get any better, my big sissy is coming too! My maman will be over the moon. Gabrielle is thrilled too, I can't believe you didn't tell me", Fleur is speaking so quickly it takes Brigitte a moment to absorb her words. They give each other a tight hug, squeezing as hard as they can like they always do.

"Okay, I can't breathe! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I couldn't spoil the surprise of the tournament ... but I'm really excited too, so I can keep my eye on you and Gabby. Now, shall we greet our new home?", Brigitte suggests, and the girls walk arm in arm into the carriage, blissfully ignorant to what these next months will have in store for them.

The inside of the carriage has been bewitched to the size of a miniature academy. It is only third to seventh year students travelling, it's plenty of room. The interior resembles the school as well, with the doors and walls trimmed in gold, marble floors, and past school staff in portraits dressed in old French Aristocratic garb.

The girls go to take a peek at their rooms before the departure. Brigitte is lucky to have a living quarter to herself. The walls are the purest white with gold leaf trimming. The bed is stuffed with goose feathers and draped in Beauxbâtons blue. She even has her own bathroom and clawfoot tub. After taking in the extravagant surroundings, Brigitte reconvenes with Fleur and her little sister.

They enter the grand dining hall, which has been reconfigured with train car seating so that everyone can have a window seat. After a few words from Madame Maxime, they are soaring through the clouds. The Abrazan horses let out roaring whinnies that echo across the sky, so loud muggles below will think it's thunder.

It takes a few hours to get to Hogwarts, the sunny climate slowly turning into a gray and wet one before their very eyes. Brigitte looks out the window when she hears heavy raindrops tinkering on the glass. She gasps excitedly when she sees a gap in the mountains, revealing a medieval castle made of countless turrets reflecting off a magnificent lake.

"Girls! Girls! We're here!". Fleur squeals and shakes her little sister's leg to wake her up. They all press their faces against the windows.

"It looks like the castles in my books!", Gabrielle croaks sleepily, yet still excited.

"Oh, isn't this exciting! It's a little... dark, but it must be something special to be hosting the tournament, no?", Fleur asks. Brigitte playfully rolls her eyes. She loves Fleur with her whole heart, despite her arrogance.

"Oh, give it a chance! This is going to be a year none of us will ever forget!", Brigitte beams at the flawless blonde witches across from her.

They fidget around on the velvet booths, daydreaming about prancing around those lush hilly lawns while practicing their magic and gossiping about the tournament competitions. All the endless possibilities.

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leahweberking · 1 year

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"I close my eyes to old ends. And open my heart to new beginnings.”

Nick Frederickson

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fakecmpire · 1 year

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smoke tricks. eating leftover takeout directly out of the fridge. dancing around in your underpants. making up constellations. giving your clothes the sniff test. the alleged car. never accomplishing anything because you’re too scared to try. socks with holes in the toes. stealing every sweater you’ve ever been lent. art for art’s sake. lazy summer afternoons. a collage of posters and concert tickets. staying up all night talking. saturday morning cartoons. pizza with all the toppings.

statistics.

full name: daniel dixon-daubney nickname(s): 3D, danny name meaning: god is my judge age: twenty-five date of birth: june 29th star sign: cancer place of birth: winona, minnesota current location: grimrose, new hampshire gender: trans-male pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: pansexual religion: agnostic occupation: employee at the clearing family: david dixon-daubney (father, nick offerman), shawna dixon-daubney (mother, katheryn hahn), older sister (tbd) education level: high school living arrangements: a terrible apartment in edgewater oasis, which he shares with koda financial status: uhhhh well it could be a lot worse, all things considered spoken languages: english

inspirations.

shaggy rogers (scooby doo) pete “the plug” conlan (dimension 20: the unsleeping city) fred frederickson (big hero six) lip gallagher (shameless) todd chavez (bojack horseman) jason mendoza (the good place) jake peralta (brooklyn nine-nine)

biography.

Born in Minnesota, 3D and his family moved to Grimrose when he was five years old, just in time for him to start at a local kindergarten and get really integrated with the community.

The town had a reputation in certain circles, one that was of great interest to 3D’s parents, Shawna and David. The pair have been fascinated by cryptids and other supernatural phenomena their whole lives, and have dedicated a lot of time to the pursuit and study of said phenomena - they actually met in college, each on separate trips to Oregon hoping to catch sight of Bigfoot.

Shawna and David perhaps aren’t the sort of people you’d immediately associate with a place like The Clearing. They’re both bermuda-shorts-wearing, fanny-pack-owning, glasses-on-a-string-around-the-neck types, aggressively midwestern and unfailingly mild-mannered and kind. Still, they built their little haven from the ground up, and it’s become a must-see on the local tourist trail. 3D loves them and is proud of them, even though they’re extremely cringe.

3D has worked at The Clearing for most of his life, in the way children of a family business tend to do. It’s not as if he’s ever worked particularly hard, mind - he’s just part of the furniture, at this point, and doesn’t have much drive to change that. He did personally design some of the weird merch they sell, though.

His older sister is kind of a go-getter, and even though there’s love there, their opposite personalities sometimes cause tension. 3D has never really aspired to do anything, and has never even really left town - he’s got a lot of ideas, but no drive to see them through.

Mostly, 3D’s got a reputation for being kind of a burnout, and he’s decided he’s okay with that. If he was supposed to be doing something else with his life, surely there’d’ve been a sign by now?

other things. (drugs tw)

3D was daniel’s nickname before he transitioned - he had to pick himself a new first name beginning with ‘d’ to maintain his branding.

he really likes to paint, and has done a pretty bitchin’ mural on his bedroom wall (sorry to his landlord)

in theory, he has a car - in reality, he has a pile of scrap metal that vaguely resembles a car. it’s an old mustang that he bought with the half-baked idea of taking a road trip someday.

he's a pretty good bass player, but he could probably be a great bass player if he actually bothered to practice.

he’s been supplementing his income by selling weed since junior year of high school. somehow he still never has any money (it might be to do with the fact that he smokes as much as he sells).

he has the high score on the ms. pacman machine at the local arcade. initials ddd.

this is his favourite hat.

#3d: about #grimrosehqs.intro #okay I lied you can have 3d now

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I live in rat hell - giant vermin nick my biscuits as they run riot and one even chewed through a jacket to get a sweet

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sunshine-and-scrubs · 2 years

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“So, I close my eyes to old ends and open my heart to new beginnings.”

(Nick Frederickson)

Monday, August 22, 2022

I was supposed to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, however, I am stopping Abilify as of tomorrow, so now I am here until Thursday. I am learning the good and the bad can coexist. The good being I am coming off of a medication, the bad being I am in the hospital longer than planned. It is what it is though, and I really am trying to make the most of it. I have been really resonating with Buddhist teachings and connecting with nature. I have been using all my down time at the hospital (which is plentiful) to seek out information about all this stuff online and in whatever books I can get my hands on in here. I am trying to really focus on myself and making myself better. Building practices and routines that will last in “real-life.”

The unit is getting busier with new actual mental health/ crisis patients which is good and bad. It’s good because there’s more going on, but it’s also very distracting and to be honest I am noticing I am getting caught up in some drama and I think I need to disconnect from it already. Hospitals are weird places, especially the mental health units.

#mental health recovery #recovery #personal #mental health

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BLACK SMOKE TRIGGER Working with Grammy Award-Winning Producer NICK RASKULINECZ for Debut EP

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hyuckkaiji · 6 months

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to dream of the sea in all its cruelty - ominis gaunt x f!reader x garreth weasley

chapter one; "so I close my eyes to old ends and open my heart to new beginnings." - nick frederickson

summary; "What you want is of no consequence. Do not be foolish. You will marry the Gaunt boy, or you will learn what it means to be truly alone."

word count; 3.3k

warnings; chapter; none // series; mentions of death, child death, blood and gore, physical violence, depression, suicidal thoughts, forced marriage

note; this is a slow burn, angsty fic. I'm a slUTuh for angst, and love triangles, ominis gaunt, and weasley's. The reader is romancing our favorite ginger in the beginning, but best believe ominis comes swooping in and steals her away. reader is NOT mc. uni!hogwarts. following the game plot over and extended amount of time and from reader/ominis pov

The soft patter of rain against the roof sounded through the silent carriage in place of voices. The windows littered with droplets that slightly obscured the view of the deep green bathed in dreary grey light.

Your eyes trailed the passing trees, catching on every glimpse of orange or yellow in the sea of swaying emerald leaves. Autumn was coming, it’s cool breeze already taken over the Scottish country side. Replacing the comforting warmth of the summer with a chill in the air.

The door of the carriage swung open, a frantic looking ginger boy the culprit. He rushed in, closing the door swiftly behind him before ducking down. “Don’t say anything, yea. I am not here.” He looked up at you, eyes wide but a smile playing at his full lips.

“You’re dead, Weasley! By the gods, I mean it Garreth.” The look on the girl’s face alone made her anger palpable, her eyes were scanning every visible carriage window, searching for, presumably, the boy before you. Garreth Weasley, the name fit. The girl's white cotton shirt was drenched with an odd purple liquid, it had clearly splashed on her face as well from the streaks left after she has wiped it away.

You opened your mouth to speak, to say what, you weren’t sure but the boy shushed you before any words could escape. “Please.” His eyes were quite lovely, a soft green like a field on a summer day. You opted to say nothing, only watching as the girl stormed off in her search.

“She’s gone.” Garreth let out a breathy laugh, letting himself collapse. “I owe you one, she is a woman of her word. She would have killed me.” He had evidently been afraid enough to hide, but that didn’t stop the mischievous smile that played at his lips, the glint in his eye that told you he didn’t regret his actions.

“What did you do to her?”

“It was just a potion. Merlin, I told her not to touch it but Imelda only listens to Imelda.” He picked himself up off the floor, deciding to sit on the seat directly across from you. His posture comfortable as he leaned forward, arms resting against his knees.

He was looking at you with a gaze that playfully predatory, tracing your form, consuming you in a way that made blood rush to your cheeks. You looked away from him with a small cough, “Excuse me.”

“You’re new.”

“That obvious?”

He hummed in response, “I would certainly remember you. Besides,” he leaned back, still watching you, “You’re American.”

You laughed, “I suppose that will give me away every time in a place like this.”

“I’m Garreth. Garreth Weasley.”

“I caught that. From … the girl.” You waved your hand awkwardly in the direction of the window. “I’m y/n. Asturias.”

“Pretty.” He smiled at you, the first full smile since he’d come before you, sweet and inviting. Muggles have a saying, the devil is beautiful, evil can be welcoming , presenting itself to you dressed as all that you desire. The logical part of you is pushing at your fluttering heart with a stick, trying to catch your attention, trying to make you see logic but all you see is his smile.

Garreth pulls a watch from his pocket, slightly frowning at it before shoving it back where it came from. “We should get changed into our robes, we’ll be arriving soon.” He stood making his way to the door, pushing it open but not leaving before turning back to you once last time , “I’ll see you around.”

Those words were the last solid thing you could grasp, the last rock you try and catch yourself on before being swallowed up by the rushing water whisking you away to the treacherous drop of the waterfall ahead of you.

It was a blur of voices, fluttering robes, and your own anxiously beating heart. You had not been afraid at Ilvermony, you’d known many of the faces around you, known them since you were just a little girl. Only eleven, eleven and the embodiment of excitement as you had started your schooling. But this was different, you knew no one, you were alone in a place you never thought you’d be.

Torn from the life you knew, your home, and tossed in the lions den of the Scottish highlands. You could only focus on your breathing in a failing attempt to ground yourself, in and out, in and out, in and- “Asturias.” You caught the end of your name, breaking your trance. You looked up to see the red-haired professor watching you, waiting for you.

You rushed forward on unsteady feet, trying to make amends for making her wait. Taking a seat on the worn old stool before you, in front of a sea of watching faces, all eyes trained on you.

“It’s all right dear, we do not bite.” The older woman whispered in an attempt to soothe you. You didn’t respond, eyes still scanning the crowd until they landed on the ginger with the pretty green eyes, Garreth. He smiled at you encouragingly, giving you a small wave.

The woman set an old hat on top of your head, the voice enveloped your mind. Whispering to itself as it rummaged through your thought, searching for the information it required. “Hufflepuff.” The voice of the hat carried through the hall, followed by clapping and a few whistles from the hufflepuff table.

You made your way to the table, eyes searching for a spot to sit when a girl called out to you. “Here.” She waved you over, scooting to make room for you. She was a small girl with golden hair tried back into a bun though a few wisps escaped, framing her round face. She smiled at you, giving you a quick once over with eyes the color of a stormy sky. “Adelaide Oakes, it’s a pleasure.”

The blur continued. Countless voices overlapping and filling the hall to the brim with an unmelodious symphony. Every scrape of a utensil against an emptying plate setting your nerves on edge. Adelaide prattled on about anything and everything that came to mind, a sweet girl, but you were too lost in your own head to be of any use to the conversation. Only nodding, humming, and sparing a few sparse replies so she didn’t feel disregarded.

“And then my uncle-“ Adelaide’s voice fell silent as so many others did around you, she turned searching for what had caused the disturbance, you followed suit.

A girl trailing behind the headmaster, her robes yet to hold a house color. Her dark hair fell in an intricate braid to the small of her back, a few strategic strands framing her face. She was tall and slender, holding herself with an air of elegance, her steps smooth and graceful even following a pace she did not set.

The same red-haired professor has pulled the old stool back up to center stage, waiting with hat in hand. The headmaster motioned with an irritated hand. “Welcome, have a seat.” The woman greeted warmly as the girl sat where you had, all eyes on her just as they had been on you. You felt bad for her, worse for contributing to the sea of stares but you watched on nonetheless.

“Slytherin!” Cheers broke out only quieting at the Rosen hand of the headmaster.

“It has been quite the night, welcoming two new fifth years alongside our incoming first years. I’m sure you all must have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow.” His voice was clipped, impatience dripping from every word.

“I said, I’m sure you all must have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow!” The students muttered but complied, leaving their seats in groups, dispersing and finding their friends as they made their way out the great hall.

“Come along, I’ll show you the way to our common rooms. The boards show who rooms with who. And who knows, maybe we’ll be put together.” Adelaide looped her arm with yours.

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“Set it there.” The young boy motioned with a loose hand to the wooden table before him. You scurried forward, small hands grasping at the flickering candelabra, setting it where you’d been instructed.

The soft orange glow of the swaying flames played over the boy’s olive skin. He was looking around, though you could see nothing but the table and him. You scooted closer to him, taking his hand in your own. “Are they here?”

“No sister, you’re safe.” He turned back towards you. Trying to maintain a soft smile but you could see the fear in his brown eyes, the window to the soul as muggles say.

“Are you safe?” His smile faltered but he shook his head, letting dark waves fall into his eyes. He cupped your face, bringing you closer before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Do not fret sister, you are safe.”

“What about you?” the candles flickered out, leaving you in darkness. A cold empty feeling settling in your stomach. Your hands shot out to grab hold of your brother but only meeting empty air.

“Isaiah!” You lurched forward, hands grasping for him, panting uneven breathes.

“Are you alright?” You opened your eyes to see one of your roommates coming towards you, the others already having left for the morning. Her hands encircle one another, twiddling away nervously, concern etched into her soft features. Poppy, that’s her name. Poppy Sweeting.

“I-I’m fine, thank you. I apologize for disturbing you.” You muttered the words, raking a hand over your face in embarrassment. She didn’t look convinced but nodded anyways, “No worries.” She paused, looking you over, “You should get ready. I’ll show you to our first class.”

You freshened yourself up and dressed quickly, following poppy through a labyrinth of stairs and halls in awkward silence. Your mind still running circles around your dream as you tried to focus on memorizing your current path. “Charms class.” Poppy motioned with a introductory wave of her arm.

She gave a quick smile before scuttling off to sit next to a curly hair Gryffindor girl. Most of the students were already seated and chatting animatedly with their friends. You stood, searching the room for a free place to sit, though there were a few you were not met with friendly faces.

“Here! Behind you, there is an open seat here.” A dark skinned Gryffindor with a foreign accent called out, waving you over to sit beside her. “Hello, I am Natty. So you’re one of the new students? Have you met professor Ronen yet?”

Before you could respond the professor cleared his throat, demanding the attention of the class. “Shall we begin.” He chuckled, beginning his decent down the stairs. “Welcome to year five of charms. Now, this will be a crucial year in your education on the art of charmwork, but I am confident that we will take hold with the passion and rigor requisite of such a challenge.”

He did a small hop off the last step, slightly crouching as he motioned enthusiastically. A jolly man certainly. “Right! Now, everyone please open your textbooks to page five one seven.” He strolled over to his desk, standing before it to face the class. “But. Before we begin. Can anyone tell me the difference between the incantations of the color change and growth charms?”

There was a few groans, many students dropping their heads on the desks. No one raised their hands, not ready to fully transition from summer to class time just yet. “Anyone?” Natty slid her book over to you, pages open to the information you’d need to answer his question.

You had all but glanced at the page when professor Ronan noticed. “Ah, ah, ah. I’m afraid it is too late to study now.” He pulled out his wand, summoning the book to him with a wordless spell. Natty gave you a sheepish smile in turn.

Professor Ronen hummed, stepping down to walk between the desks. “My, the summer months must have really taken a toll on you all.” He chuckled. “By the looks of it, you all spent your holidays practicing Oblivate on one another.” He gave a hearty laugh to his own joke though the merriment did not resonate with the students.

The rest class was quite enjoyable, the professor’s enthusiasm was almost contagious. He even ended the class with a friendly competition of summoning, calling you and natty to compete against one another. Natty won by ten points.

“Gods, you are good.” She laughed patting you on the shoulder, “You may well give me a run for my title in summoners court. If you care to join.”

You spent the rest of the day being escorted to your next classes by those willing to help you. Though the more time went on the less sure you were that you would ever memorize the paths you needed to take in the vast castle. Even worse when you had received an owl from professor Weasley to see her after classes were finished, in the transfigurations classroom, as if you were just expected to know your way there. But nonetheless you persevered.

“You trust me with her?” A laugh deep and soft could scarcely be heard through the wooden door.

“I trust that you’ll do as I ask you.” Professor Weasley’s voice was stern even muffled and distant.

“You watch over me like a hawk. I can do nothing without your scrutiny and now watching from a distance is no longer enough for you? You must take my time and make it wholly yours!”

You couldn’t listen any longer, feeling more guilt over your unintentional eavesdropping than over interrupting this private conversation. Besides, you were asked to be here.

“What are you doing here?” The question startled you, yanking your hands away from the door before you could even open it a smidge, as if you had been caught, as if you were doing something wrong.

The girl stood there arms folded over her chest, it took you a second to place, the other new fifth year transfer. “Arabella Davis.” You let out a nervous laugh. She eyed you with suspicion, did she really think you were doing something wrong?

A beat of silence passed as she watched you, eyes raking over you like a beast stalking their prey. Her icy blue gaze bit into you, tracing you like the serrated edge of a blade, making goosebumps rise in her wake.

“I asked you what you’re doing?” You couldn’t help the awkward laughter, it was a bad habit. Your parents had spent years trying to correct it, it was improper they said and yet you never failed to revert back to it. In countless situations, the noise bubbled up and out of you on its own accord, especially when you were at a loss for words.

“I’m uh, I’m here to meet Professor Weasley. I have something to discuss with her.” Arabella sneered as if she didn’t believe you, “You’ll have to come back another time. I have a scheduled meeting with her.”

“So do I!” You were never quick to write people off, never quick to pick them apart and find what you disliked but in the face of that which should be your peer, the tides were turning. You snapped at her, mirroring her stance defiantly. Who does she think she is?

“Enough! You will take the girl!” Professor Weasley’s voice was loud enough to be heard clearly, snagging both yours and Arabella's attention, your heads turning towards the abrupt noise simultaneously.

You didn’t wait any longing, stepping away from your catty classmate and pushing open heavy wooden doors. “Professor?” Though you had called out to one person your gaze caught on another. Of course you couldn’t have known who your Professor had been arguing with but you hadn’t expected him.

Garreth’s eyes caught yours for only a moment before looking away, raking a rough hand though his curls, an exasperated huff passing his lips. It shouldn’t have hurt your feelings, really, you knew that.

You had one conversation with the boy, one conversation where he was decently nice, you should not be bothered by his reaction. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you, but you are and you can’t stop the way your heart tinges in your chest.

“Miss Asturias, Miss Davis. I’m so pleased you’re both here.” You give the Slytherin girl a triumphant glance, though you’re not sure if she even saw it. “Mr. Wesley will be escorting you Miss Asturias and Mr. Sallow you, Miss Davis.”

The slight tinge all but turned into an ache. The confirmation that it had been you he had been so angry about hurt. Had you done something wrong, made a bad first impression? Maybe you just need to stop latching onto people that show you an inkling of kindness like they’re your lifeline. A bad habit, one you’ve been no more able to break then your badly timed laughter.

You looked over to the other boy mentioned, Sebastian Sallow. He had been in your defense against the dark arts class, he had dueled Arabella on Professor Hecate’s order. It had been a fair match but the brunette boy still won in the end.

How awkward it must have been to have a front row seat to a family squabble, you felt for him. But he didn’t look too off put by what he’d been witness to as he stood, smiling at Arabella. “My new charge.” He laughed, “Seems you cannot escape me.”

The lot of you had been sent off to Hogsmead for some supplies and other essentials. Arabella had quite the list, seemingly having nothing she required, not even a wand of her own. It made you wonder, she is a strange girl and not one you were sure you wanted to be around. Your list was much shorter only needing to get a few things.

The two Slytherins had broke off from the group almost immediately, and without a word to you or Garreth. Leaving the both of you to walk in a heavy silence, though the view made up for the lack of conversation. Your mother often told you sometimes the only way to truly appreciate the beauty of nature is without the stain of words.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, quite and almost reluctant as if he’d been forced to say the words. “You have nothing to apologize for.” You glanced at him to find him already watching you, making a blush crawl up your neck.

“I do. This,” he motioned awkwardly around himself, “has nothing to do with my you. My aunt is just,” He sighed, “My time has not been my own in five years, and I know she means well. She does. But Merlin.”

You waited a moment for him to continue, when he didn’t you responded, “I get it.” The silence fell over you once again but this time comfortable and warm like a blanket on a chill winters night.

You understood his plight, much to your displeasure. You understood it all too well. You had lived your life like a porcelain doll up on the shelf, safely behind the glass of your parents watchful eyes for far too long. That was exactly why you where here now, near a witch grown and still being dragged along by your parents like you were a child.

You suppose that’s the way they see you, still the frightened little girl clinging to your mother’s skirts. Still the sobbing hiccupping child trying to wash away the blood, trying to revive that which had long been dead.

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