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A Year In Love 💚 - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Happy one year anniversary to Hogwarts Legacy! I can't believe it's been a whole year since the game has been released! (I can't believe it's been a whole year since I descended into madness over these boys either!)

A few of us in one of the HL Discord servers decided to all write a one year related fic, so here is my contribution to that. Enjoy!

Warnings - None! All Fluff! || 1.5k words

Ominis stopped walking as he felt his wand begin to rapidly pulsate in his hand - a sign that he had reached his destination. He sat on the grassy ground, using his wand to guide him again as he placed a small bouquet of flowers on his aunt’s grave, which was marked by a large rock, with various smaller colorful rocks and seashells surrounding it.  

Today marked one year since the night that Ominis, Sebastian, and the new fifth year ventured into Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium, where his aunt Noctua’s remains had been found. She was the only member of his family to show him any compassion, and the only member of his family not obsessed with blood status. She was the only family Ominis felt like he had. Although the night brought back painful memories for Ominis, it also changed the course of his life forever, in the most positive way possible. It was also the night Ominis realized he was in love. 

The evening started with Sebastian begging Ominis to join him in venturing into the Scriptorium, eager to see what secrets it held. Ominis didn’t want to go, well aware that the room likely held terrible things. But Sebastian wasn’t about to let it go, enlisting the help of his secret weapon against Ominis - the new fifth year, who Ominis had been harboring a small crush on. 

“Please, Ominis?” His name sounded so lovely on her lips, he couldn’t bring himself to say no to her. She was far too convincing. His heart even skipped a beat when she complimented him on his rare ability of being able to speak Parseltongue. 

 As the trio descended into the tunnel leading to the Scriptorium; however, Ominis cursed himself for allowing his crush on the girl to cloud his better judgment. The tunnel radiated dark magic, and was full of various puzzles which opened the way to more, deeper tunnels. What started as a nerve-wracking endeavor quickly turned into anguish as they reached the entrance to the scriptorium, guarded by a door that required a Cruciatus curse to be cast. In front of the door lay his Aunt Noctua’s long forgotten skeleton, her journal pages around her body confirming it was indeed her.

While Sebastian explored the Scriptorium, thrilled by their discovery, the new fifth year was by Ominis’s side, her arms around him as he sobbed into her shoulder. Ominis felt guilty, knowing that he should have been the one comforting her after she had endured the painful Cruciatus curse from Sebastian. Ominis could feel the way her hands shook as she held him, but despite the pain she was in, she had put his needs before her own. No one had ever put Ominis first, or shown him this level of care, not even his own blood. Her kindness changed him, and it was at this moment that he fell in love with her. 

Ominis awoke the next morning deep in denial, He convinced himself that he was just clinging to her because of the compassion she showed him, and he absolutely was not in love with her. That  is, until he received her owl asking to meet outside the castle. When he found her, she explained that she had gone back in the morning and retrieved his aunt’s remains so they could give her a proper burial. Ominis fought the urge to get down on one knee and ask for her hand in marriage at that moment. 

With her help, Ominis decided on a secluded spot across the Black Lake in a little clearing for her final resting place. The area was surrounded by trees and overlooked Hogwarts - the place Ominis called home. 

As the year went on, and the two became closer as friends, Ominis fell deeper in love with her each day. They supported each other when Sebastian strayed further and further away from them, and Ominis showed her the same level of compassion she had shown him in the scriptorium after the battle against Ranrok, when she broke down in his arms after losing Professor Fig - the closest thing she had to a father. Despite the clear connection they shared, Ominis still hadn’t confessed his true feelings, fearful that she only saw him as a friend. That fear was extinguished for good on a random night, after she crashed her lips into his and confessed her own feelings for him after an after hours meeting in The Undercroft. From that moment on they were inseparable.

Ominis was broken out of his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching. His heart raced when the footsteps got closer and a familiar scent hit his nose - her scent. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Ominis! Professor Weasley needed me for something after class. I hope you’re not mad!”

Ominis let out a soft chuckle at her words, knowing he could never be mad at her. He stood to greet her, placing his hands on her waist to pull her into a gentle kiss. Once she pulled away, he heard her begin to dig through what sounded like a bag, followed by the sound of a blanket being fluffed out. As if she could read his mind, she explained herself. 

“I brought us lunch, the weather is lovely, I thought we could have a picnic!” 

As they sat in front of Aunt Noctua’s grave, enjoying the weather and food, Ominis’s mind began to wander again. This time, he thought about their future together. He thought about their graduation, and how he hoped she’d say yes to his elopement proposal he had planned for right after. He thought about what it would be like to have a home of their own, far away from the Gaunts. He even let his mind wander to children. Although he was still uncertain if he wanted to bring more Gaunts into the world, if they did have a daughter, he hoped his future wife would be open to naming her Noctua. 

As he said his aunt’s name in his head, he felt a tingle of pain in his heart. She would never get the chance to see him as a married man or a father. She would never get to meet the girl who had stolen his heart and made him so happy. He hoped that she was proud of him for finding someone who loved him and treated him right, unlike the rest of his family. He hoped that she was proud of him for making a new legacy for the Gaunts.

“Are you alright, darling?” Her sweet voice laced with concern flooded his ears and broke him out of his train of thought once again. 

“I miss her…” Ominis choked out as tears began to form in his eyes. 

His fingertips registered the softness of her hands as she gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “Oh darling, I’m so sorry. I know you do. But she’s not truly gone. The ones who love us never really leave us. They’re always in our hearts and watching over us.”

Ominis squeezed her hands back, his tears freely flowing now. “I wish she could have met you. She would have loved you. I…I hope she’s proud of me.”

Ominis’s heart fluttered as he felt her lips press against his cheek. “She is proud of you. I know she is. So proud of you for doing the Gaunt name justice. She helped make you into the amazing person you are and will grow to be. She’s extremely proud of you, and so am I.”

Releasing her hands to cup her face, Ominis pulled her into a gentle, but passionate kiss. Their lips remained locked for several seconds, Ominis savoring the way her lips felt against his own. Over the course of the past year, he had kissed her many times, never once getting sick of it. He didn’t think he could ever get sick of her.  

The couple spent the next hour in the same spot, talking, laughing, and updating Aunt Noctua on things that had happened throughout the year. They stayed until it got dark, Ominis feeling the change in temperature.

“We should probably make our way back, make sure we’re prepared for the potions exam tomorrow. Thank you for joining me today.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, Ominis.”

She stood up, pulling Ominis to his feet with her. He wished Noctua a good night and assured her that he’d visit again soon before taking his lover’s hand as they made their way back towards the castle.

When they had just reached the Hogwarts grounds, Ominis felt his girlfriend stop walking, but before he could ask her what was wrong, he felt her arms wrap around his neck as she planted a soft kiss to his lips. 

“I love you, Ominis Gaunt.” she said softly. He could hear the smile on her face through her voice.

“And I love you.” he said back with a smile. And he did - he had loved her for a year, and planned to love her for many more years to come.

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - Chapter I

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader (fluff, the slowest of burns and angst but not really because I’m too soft for that. Also, the plot is plotting, so be patient)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After your 5th year in Hogwarts things got complicated between the Sallow’s twins, and somehow Ominis and you grew closer for the very same reasons. You both tried to face your 6th year making amends between them while solving mysteries inside and outside the castle... Like the unusual lights that appeared inside the Black Lake, or the secret conspirancy against Headmaster Phineas Black that somehow seems related! Looks like this year will be as eventful as last one. Except this time, you can count with stronger friendships and an -almost- unconditional companion, your dearest friend, Ominis.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Mentions of physical and verbal violence, spoilers if you haven’t played/watched HL. Also, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance if there are spelling or grammar errors. And lastly but no least: this is a safe space for anyone regardless sexual orientation, gender expression or any other preferences of self-representation. You're seen and worthy of respect and love.

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: +3k words.

Masterlist | Chapter 2❈✧

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: The events occur during the 6th year for MC, Sebastian and Ominis. Anne does return to Hogwarts as a special request from the Ministry (by influence of Mr. Gaunt, Ominis’ father), so she gets the chance to study her 5th year and take her O.W.L.s while receiving special care in the Hospital Wing. Also, MC is a Slytherin, I thought that would complicate things and constantly summon tension in their dynamics because of the whole “So close yet so far” situation, so naturally I went for it. Also, I'm trying to alternate the narration with personal journal entries and letters between characters. Hope this provides authenticity to the storytelling.

Chapter 1. Talking in whispers

September 1st, 1891 – Feldcroft

Weather most certainly has been unusual these past few days, but it’s not the only oddity in my journeys lately. As my return to Hogwarts approached, I began to notice that with the stormy days, came a deep uncertainty about what our sixth year may uphold. I must admit, I’ve grown rather anxious in the worst of ways. In the past, my friends -the Sallows’ twins- had received me in their home so I can keep the distance between my extended and even my nuclear family during the summer. Nonetheless, with their uncle passing, I felt as if my presence could draw in indiscretion. Anne tried to shove that thought off by keeping her invitation to stay at Feldcroft. I know she does trust me and we’re close friends, but it just wasn’t the same without Sebastian. From whom actually, I received constant owls since she stopped answering his letters, incessantly asking if she could ever forgive him and the extent of his regret.

I must say, I thought about stopping answering him too, but a good friend in common reassured me it was best to keep an eye on him, and maybe, with our return to the castle, we could try make amends and start over new our friendship. This friend of mine… I’ve talked about her in this very journal of mine, yet I’ve not dare to register her name or make grandiose descriptions about her character. Until now. I owe her keeping my sanity during this summer and I’m deeply thankful for her friendship since last year. During the holidays we were able to catch up with what was her first year in Hogwarts and the way she had to stay put between classes, combating poachers, ashwinders, defeating Rookwood and ending Ranrok’s rebellion, and if that wasn’t enough, she watched Professor Fig die in combat. Never occurred to me that that much of a burden she had to carry and kept silence about it. Now that we’ll see each other again, I’m truly eager to tell her how fond my admiration for her has grown. It’s actually funny when I think that one of our firsts interactions was me getting angry because Sebastian showed her the Undercroft. Who would have guessed how valuable has she become to me in the past few months?

I, too, owe her taking care of Sebastian. Since he couldn’t get home, she made sure to keep him company, she even found them both a job and a place to stay with Sirona  Ryan during the summer at the Three Broomsticks. Ms. Ryan said it was like watching herself during the time that she, as student, started attending tables at the mythical establishment. My dear friend speaks highly about Sirona and her great generosity and thanks her constantly. I shall do the same on behalf of them if I’m ever at the Three Broomsticks soon.

Enough of the labors of my magic quill on this journal for now. As I recite these lines, my travel to Hogwarts has come to an end. I’ll meet Anne there. Perhaps my anxious trembling gives me a truce when I’m in my friends’ company once more.

-Ominis Gaunt

While Ominis made his way to the castle you and Sebastian were frantically packing your belongings back in your shared piece at The Three Broomsticks. It was rather small but enough for two individual beds, a small table, and a private bathroom. With a single window that stand between beds, it casted an invisible division in the rather cozy room: your side fairly tided and organized, and Sebastian’s, well… it was utterly chaotic but none of your problem. Sirona had wished to provide you with the best room she rented but Sebastian and you insisted the small one would do. Besides, it was sufficient for the time that you’ll work there. But back to the present, you seriously needed to focus since you were minutes away from the sorting ceremony for the new students and of course, the welcoming feast.

- “Remind me to never stay up late the night before classes.” – Sebastian said as he tried to dry his hair from the shower he just took. He woke up a couple of hours ago and his suitcases were nowhere close to be finished.

- “I can only try but I’m sure you’ll complain and convince me to let you be” – You said with a laugh as your belongings were finishing being arranged. Not that you carry much with you since most of your priced possessions were reclused in the Room of Requirements inside the castle. Note to self: See Deek immediately to check on the recently rescued beasts that he wrote you during the holidays about.

- “And that’s why we make a good team, my dearest friend.” – He answered playfully. That’s most certainly true. As summer went by, Sebastian and you grew even closer. The care you put in your interactions with him in his darkest of moments… he’ll be forever thankful for it. In retribution, he cultivated his patience for Anne’s response. Sebastian promised himself to make all the possible effort into righting his wrongs; first and foremost: by staying out of trouble this year. Ominis and you decided to not turn Sebastian in and he won’t spoil what could be his last chance before it’s too late.

- “Well, I think I’ve finished with my things. I’m going downstairs to check if Sirona needs help with anything before we leave.” – You said as your suitcases disappeared from the room and reappeared in the cart that waited for both of you outside the establishment. Dispersed thoughts ran in your mind on your way out, and a quite annoying anxiousness traverse your body as you thought about the ceremony close to begin back in the castle.

- "Well, this explains why there’s a cart pulled by thestrals outside my property. What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be long gone by now.” – Sirona asked you warmly when you entered the cellar.

- “After all you’ve done for us, you wouldn’t believe I’d leave without saying goodbye, don’t you Ms. Ryan?” – She laughed at the formality.

- “Since this very moment I remove all work responsibilities and primness from you, young lady”. – She then embraced you. – “Promise me you both will take of each other, and in case trouble appears you’ll run to me and your professors”.

- “Needn’t worry, Sirona. You have my word. And since you seem to need me no more…” – You said dramatically, and she laughed out loud. – “… I say we’ll see you soon enough for some butterbeers.”

- “Can’t wait to have my two best employees back with gossip from the big old castle. Please do give Mirabel my greetings.” – And with that last exchange you headed outside and found a now quite eager Sebastian to leave.

Hogwarts rose proudly, enigmatic, and ever long charming. From its stained-glass windows light was casted and somehow it seemed as if some idyllic glow radiated around the entirety of the castle. You then wondered if would ever be possible to -someday- admire it without loosing your breath. Not even rain spoilded its sight. Your contemplation was interrupted when you felt Sebastian’s leg shake with anticipation. You could only bring your hand to his shoulder. - “Sebastian, it’s going to be alright. I won’t leave your side and I’m sure Ominis is equally avid to meet again.” -

- “I know that, thank you. It’s just… I know Anne is going to be right there and I’m frankly overwhelmed. As much as I deserve it, don’t want to feel her disappointment all over again.” - Sebastian had to turn his head so you didn’t see him sheer a tear.

Absurd, really, since you’ve already cried together countless days and nights when facing the death of Solomon since the very first moment until this. Although you couldn’t blame him, deep down he wished to look put together for Anne, to prove her that even if the road was long, he was willing to redeem himself.

With a sigh he claimed: - “I think we’re here. Ma’am, allow me.” – And then he offered you his hand when getting off the cart.

Rain stopped for a few moments, the moonlight pierced throughout the clouds illuminating the Black Lake and all of Hogwarts’s gardens, meanwhile fresh air filled with petrichor surrounded your senses. As you began walking towards the entrance few familiar voices could be heard, and the very same scene repeated itself everywhere: friends reuniting, young lovers embracing, professors joyfully giving their warm welcomes. That’s why you couldn’t help but to spare a thought for Professor Fig and Miriam, wondering what could have been. Soon enough you reunited with Natty, Poppy, Imelda, Garreth, Leander and Amit in the Great Hall only after waving, yelling salutes and being held in group hugs for a while.

- “I certainly knew people talked about you and your prowess, ‘Hero of Hogwarts’, but never occurred to me you had that many friends.” – Pointed Sebastian.

- “Oh, and I never thought I get to see you jealous, my dear companion.” – You both had to laugh.

Something was true, even though you cared deeply about all the friends you’ve just greeted, you could only worry deep as you search for Anne and Ominis proved infertile. Sebastian was about to call your name only few seconds before Professor Weasley asked to put you aside, to talk about something important, she said.

- “I’m glad to see you reunite with so many friends. During holidays I wondered if you were doing fine with, well… Professor Fig’s passing. I know you both were close, and he was equally your mentor as a friend too.” – You could feel your cheeks covering in shame. Of course you were doing fine with all the work, Sebastian’s company, Sirona’s wisdom, Ominis’ letters, and the occasional visit from your other friends on your days off. Somehow that kept the guilt away for a moment, but it always came back. Guilt for not being smarter, faster, stronger enough. You knew it was unfair blaming you, the only way to prevent something like that from happening, was to practice even harder, expand your knowledge and discipline. But your strength should emerge from guilt? One must be careful when dealing with it. – “...If you need anything please come to my office. Asking for help takes courage and I find you are one of my bravest students. I’m quite aware you’re not only dealing with the departure of Eleazar, but also Sallow twin’s situation keeps you worried, isn’t it? Please, try not to push yourself too much.”

Just like with Sebastian a few moments ago, before you could say anything Professor Weasley only winked an eye leaving you alone again. - “What was that?” – Sebastian approached again.

- “I sometimes forget that Professor Weasley is highly informed about most things that happens to students and the castle. Don’t think she knows the details, but just in case… we ought to be more discrete.”- You finished saying but Sebastian already had his mind somewhere else. Sighing again he implied:

- “No pressure, but you’re the key to whatever happens right now…” – Then you saw them, already sat in Slytherin’s table. Oh, you could run to them and just hug them so dearly, so warmly; but you knew that rushing could ruin things. With both your stomachs turning and chests burning, Sebastian and you started walking towards Ominis and Anne. Earlier it was decided that you would only sit close enough so Ominis can notice you nearby, but Anne wouldn’t have to see Sebastian right away. Patience was crucial.

Whilst houses were sorted between the newest students and announcements were made by Headmaster Phineas Black, Ominis could hear you speak trivialities with other people, he then noticed your proximity. You’ve had explained him in a letter that this was a temporary precaution for Anne. The real confrontation would have place at the Undercroft a few days from now. Although he was convinced it was for the best, he couldn’t shake a certain feeling which his words failed to describe. He only wants this to be over so you could all be friends again. Alas, if he could only see the way you’re looking at him right now, his heart would break for he can’t endure watching his friends afflicted. Ominis might not say it very often, but his actions prove it. All he wants is to protect you all.

- “Before I finish, I must insist you to stay away from the Black Lake until its fauna irregular behavior gets back to normality. According to recent reports, the lake’s not safe, that’s why I’ve decided to prohibit any club’s or extra-curricular activities involving the lake. Violating this rule will imply detention. In exchange, and since Professor Kogawa convinced the Ministry on a quite elaborated trial, this year's quidditch season might be resumed… for now.” – Headmaster Black concluded and automatically Sebastian looked at you as if he was thinking ‘We should investigate’ while the Great Hall filled with both confused and excited conversations between students. Then, Ominis turned to your direction assuming you would read his expression ‘We promised no more recklessness this year’. You three can read each other’s minds, really.

The rest of the feast passed with no remarkable events, although you wished the distance between Ominis’ seat and yours could simply narrow for some support with the growing tension would be appreciated. Silence reigned your lips until it was time to head to the common rooms. Which reminded you... sleep would certainly be a challenge since you shared room with Imelda and other two girls that happened to be strangers to you. Can’t deny that you wished there was a way to beg Anne to forgive Sebastian, turn back in time, for things won’t be the same ever again. What does it take to right the wrongs? What about the irremediability of death itself? Students started to rise from the benches and walk their way out and that was the signal you were hoping for what it felt as breathing again.

Sept. 1st, 1891 – Hogwarts

I wish I could write about anything that didn’t involve fear and solitude. Even though I counted with Ominis’ company during this past couple of months, I just missed deeply my twin. Of course, my mind would be long lost without my friend’s aid, but it feels as merely a reflection, some sort of fog from what was life before. My uncle’s belongings are intact, and I intend to not touch them, not now or ever. Seeing Sebastian again was… meaningful, in a tragic – dreadful way. And watching him so close to this girl, the ‘Hogwarts’ savior’ some say, was somewhat unsettling. Not that I don’t consider her a friend, I’m just quite conflicted. We’re not particularly close and she couldn’t stop watching us, which was quite uncomfortable. I rather not think about this anymore. As I write this journal entry, my roommates are getting into bed. My 5th year feels already wrong. All my life I took classes with Sebastian beside me. I’m not ashamed for staying behind since my health was compromised, and I owe Ominis a great deal since he talked to his family about my situation and appealed to his father’s scarce generosity so he could convince some Ministry authority to take me back into Hogwarts and receive decent treatment. But what does shame me is to think about the great cost that my friend would have to pay to his family for asking that favor. He even confessed before sending the letter “I wonder if they know I’m still alive”, so I’m aware his efforts were significant. It’s also no secret that his little sister started her first year last September and completely ignored him every time she’d ran to him. Merlin, his cousins won’t even talk to him even though they were sorted into Slytherin too! I can’t imagine being oblivious to my own brother. Well… I might actually have now.

Don’t want to think, don’t want to feel right now. Rather sleep.

   -Anne Sallow

You seriously needed to rest. Tiredness showed in your whole face, but it just felt wrong in a moment like this. So, you sat right next to the chimney where you talked to Sebastian on your first day and stared into the fire, thinking ‘What a day’. This started to feel quite nice. You could listen to the music from a distant record player paired with the sound of droplets falling into the tinted-glass roof that the common room has indicating rain arrived once more. As for the sight in front of you, the light casted from the fire was certainly a contrast from the Black Lake that rose meters from your seat. You always wondered what would happen if the glass simply broke, but then again… enchanted castle, it’s less likely to happen. The absurdity of the thought was interrupted by the echo of steps, at first you assumed it was someone who had to leave their chambers for a midnight visit to the bathrooms, but you started to worry when the steps seemed to approach you on a faster pace, and what was that? Were they were calling your name? It was merely a whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Quickly you took the wand in your pocket and casted lumos until the figure responsible showed in front of you.

- “[Your name]? Is that you?”

- “Good heavens, Ominis. You scared me, I thought…”

- “Do forgive me, but to be fair… imagine if it wasn’t you and now someone else knows I’ve been searching for you this late at night. I was the one nervous. Prefects will take any excuse to send people to detention. Power-sick people.” – He chuckled at his own observation.

- “Searching for me, Ominis? Is everything alright?”

- “Yes, of course, relatively I suppose. Sebastian told me back in our room that you probably would be here since you had trouble sleeping lately.”

- “Well, as a matter of fact I have. As this day got closer and closer.” – Ominis’ frowned and wondered what you meant by that.

- “Do you mind if we sit?” – You asked before he could open his mouth questioning you. You headed to a bigger sofa leading Ominis with your voice while extinguishing the fire. Both decided it was time to talk about the circumstances in which your welcome to the castle occurred but got interrupted after his tongue slipped and almost told you about what he had to do to make Anne return. You knew Ominis is not a good liar, and even if he was, “You’ll break down all my efforts into deceiving you”, he said.

- “You must tell me. We’re a team now, Ominis. I know last year we had our differences, but if I can help you in any way. Please…”

- “Although I appreciate your interest, this is simply not the moment nor the place for me to tell.” – You noticed that he got closer to you and whispered softly, – “I might not be able to see it myself, but I remember a few students pointing the chattering that the portraits in this area have every now and then about the private lives of anyone they get to eavesdrop. Now, the paintings are not the one’s I’m worried about, but if what you said about Professor Weasley means she’s somewhat aware of the situation, well…” – He was right, lights were dim, but you could point the sleepy faces in those portraits. You understood that it was something serious and must take precautions when speaking about anything that involves the Sallow’ twins.

- “Ominis… I might have an idea. Let’s meet up again tomorrow on that wall in the Astronomy Wing from which hangs that big ancient tapestry. Do you remember where? Climbing the stairs in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower?”

- “Yes, yes, I do recall where. But… it’s just a corridor. Won’t be easier for prefects or professors to notice us?”

- “I promise you, they won’t. But I can’t give you many details, alright? Also, I think is best if we don’t tell Sebastian or Anne about this.”

- “I’m not sure, last time we played hiding things from each other, well… ‘that’ happened.”

- “It won’t be like that, Ominis. I’ll make sure of that. Think about this as we’re making extra efforts into bringing our group of friends together.”

- “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Although you never seem to have trouble archieving that.” – You smiled at his remark and with that said your goodbyes both finding your ways into your rooms. Most certainly, you thought again: ‘What a day’.

Hogwarts Legacy: Hiding in Herbology

Summary: Elizabeth Shallowbrook, now in her seventh year at Hogwarts, is taking refuge in the greenhouse basement after receiving a letter from her mother when her sulking is interrupted by the potions professor, coming to gather ingredients from storage.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Family drama, old injuries, scars, physical contact between teacher and student (platonic)

Author’s note: This is a follow up to my first HL fic, Care of a Magical Creature, but can be read separately. MC is a Ravenclaw.

Elizabeth Shallowbrook, now in her seventh year at Hogwarts and finally caught up in her studies, was hiding in the Herbology Basement, sitting in the water-filtered light of the submerged tank of tree roots. It was dim, and quiet, and one of her favorite places in the castle because it was almost always empty. Professor Garlick mainly used it for storage, and had recommended it as a good place to be alone during an extra assignment the previous year. The herbology professor also, very sweetly, tried to discourage other students from using the space when she knew Elizabeth was down there, for which the Ravenclaw was immensely thankful. She quickly began frequenting it when her schoolmates started hailing her as the Hero of Hogwarts. It was easier to be normal when she was alone.

The school year had only just started, but she had already spent a fair amount of time in the dimly-lit basement. She needed the distance, after an uncomfortable summer in her mother’s house in London. Mrs. Shallowbrook had never been very maternal, or taken much interest in her only child, but for whatever reason, she’d been intent on transforming her into a proper Victorian lady during the span of the break. Elizabeth had never hated being the center of her mother’s attention before, but she’d learned to after being stuffed into stays and paraded through society for two months.

The more she’d thought about it, the more she was certain that there’d been an ulterior motive. September hadn’t been able to come fast enough. But the Ravenclaw tried to please her mother, and wrote her regularly when the term started and she’d been able to escape. She’d even adopted an owl, a funny barred owl that she’d named Hermod, after the swift messenger god in Norse mythology. The large bird zipped back and forth between Hogwarts and London for the first three weeks of term, until one day he returned from a delivery with empty talons, and then a second time.

It was now a few days past Hallowe’en, and Elizabeth was sheltering in her spot. Hermod had finally returned with a letter, and she was trying to discern her feelings on it. It was dark outside, nearly time for curfew, but she wasn’t ready to face humanity yet. As usual, her mother’s words had cut her deeply with their carelessness.

The young witch was of-age now; she was frustrated with herself for caring. She knew better than that, especially after being raised in that environment. She knew her mother was a cold, jaded woman. She shouldn’t have been surprised.

Elizabeth was deep in her thoughts, so she didn’t notice at first that someone was approaching. It wasn’t until she heard a heavy step on the stairs leading down to her from the greenhouses that she realized. It didn’t advance for a few seconds, but when it did, it came unevenly. A moment later, a familiar pair of braced boots limped into view, and the girl sat up straight.

She was comfortable with Professor Sharp – he’d been there for her after the goblin rebellion, his similar history making him the only one who’d been able to truly understand – but she didn’t want him to see her like this, moping over a sheet of parchment. It was embarrassing how many times he’d seen her upset. He’d told her that she could come to him, and welcomed her whenever she did. They’d shared meals for two months of an unofficial detention when she’d been tutoring a first-year for him. He seemed to genuinely enjoy her company, though he pretended to merely tolerate it.

So why was she so uncomfortable with the idea of being seen by him now?

Because he doesn’t need to be burdened with this, said the harsh voice in the back of her mind. He has enough of his own problems without adding your petty little ones.

“Ah, Miss Shallowbrook! Forgive me, I didn’t mean to intrude,” called the professor, pulling her from her thoughts as he rounded the bottom of the staircase and she came into his view.

“Hello, sir,” she replied. She willed a smile onto her face as she rose. Better not to let him see the hurt that her mother’s letter had caused. “It’s odd to see you out of the dungeons.”

Elizabeth assumed, as did most of the students, that the potions master rarely ventured out of his classroom because of the hundreds of stairs one had to climb to navigate the castle, and the difficulty that his injury added to the task. Indeed, tonight he was hiding a cane behind his leg as he stood on the landing regarding her.

He only scanned her for a moment before he sighed and limped closer. She could see just how heavily he was favoring his left leg tonight; it didn’t seem like he could straighten it, and he only hobbled a few steps before he decided to stop hiding the cane in favor of leaning heavily upon it.

“Professor Garlick and I have an arrangement,” he explained as he squeezed past and sank gratefully onto the bench. “She lets me use any excess materials that she and her classes harvest to restock my stores. Normally she brings it, but she had an engagement tonight and I found a majority of my stock is low, so I told her not to trouble herself and that I would pick it up. However, I find myself wishing now that I had waited before making that commitment.”

The girl watched as he carefully stretched out his leg – it still wasn’t straightening – and pressed his knuckles into it. He was in pain, more than usual.

“Why do you wish you’d waited?” she asked.

“Hmph. One of my third-years has recently learned the Tripping Jinx, and was practicing it during class this afternoon. Suffice it to say that Ravenclaw lost a good amount of house points today. You have your housemates to blame for that; they can be a devious bunch. But by the time that class had started, I had already told Professor Garlick that I’d pick up the ingredients.”

By Merlin, the man was proud. He was hurt, even more so than he normally was, but he wouldn’t ask for help when he’d already said that he would be okay doing something. Elizabeth was beginning to forget her mother’s letter; she was falling back into her old pattern of putting others’ needs at a higher value than her own.

“You could have asked me. I would’ve brought them for you. I’m down here all the time.”

“I didn’t know this was one of your haunts. Besides, I am perfectly capable of managing. I just need a moment.”

They both fell silent. The Ravenclaw glanced furtively at her letter, on the same bench as her professor, and prayed that he wouldn’t notice it. He was occupied for now, but he was as sharp as his name; she had to distract him, do something.

The discomfort on his face gave her an idea. She unslung her bag from her shoulder and plopped it onto the bench, on top of her letter, before she threw back the flap and had a rummage through her things. Once she found a vial of Wigginweld potion, she fished it out and held it out for him.

Professor Sharp scowled at her. “Miss Shallowbrook, I appreciate the gesture, but I’ll be fine in a moment.”

“You aren’t fine now,” she argued. “I’ve never seen you use your cane before, and I can see how pained your movements are. You’ve told me before that my potions are textbook quality, so please, take it.”

“Very well.”

Begrudgingly, the potions master took the offered vial. He held it up to the light to check its consistency, like at the end of a class when assignments were turned in, before popped off the stopper and gulped it back in one swallow. The furrow between his brows became less severe as the Wigginweld took effect. Then he gave his student an approving, almost proud gaze as she closed her bag and scooped it up, trying to sneakily retrieve her letter in the same movement.

“Top marks, Miss Shallowbrook. I’d be hard-pressed to make a better batch myself.”

“Thank you, Professor,” smiled Elizabeth. “I’ve had a lot of practice with this particular potion.”

It was meant as a joke, a reference to her fifth- and sixth-years spent running all over the valley fighting Ashwinders, poachers, and loyalists, but Sharp didn’t find it amusing. It only seemed to make him more vigilant.

“I wish you hadn’t had to make so many batches, but I am glad that your adventures gave you the opportunity to practice. And speaking of your adventures, you’re out dangerously close to your curfew tonight. I hope I’m not going to have to start giving you tutoring assignments again to keep you where you’re supposed to be?”

Elizabeth felt her heart rate quicken anxiously under his questioning. She didn’t want to disappoint her favorite professor. Gripping her bag tighter, she shook her head. “I’ll have time to get back to the common room if I hurry. I’ll get going.”

It was the man’s turn to shake his head. “No, stay a moment. I… may need some help with collecting everything that Professor Garlick left me, and I can see you’re upset.”

“Okay.”

“I can also see the parchment you’re trying to hid, you know. You’ll have to be sneakier than that if you want to fool an auror.”

“Merlin’s beard,” the young woman groaned. “I thought you hadn’t noticed.”

“Most people wouldn’t have,” he conceded, “and distracting me with the potion was a nice touch. Please sit.”

Elizabeth dropped her bag on the ground and sat down next to her professor. She kept hold of the letter, feeling embarrassed. She knew by now that Professor Sharp was far from a threat, and she did trust him with her life. She didn’t want to admit it, but she almost saw him as a parent, ever since she had broken down in his office last year. He had definitely become a mentor to her after she’d lost Professor Fig. But she was emotional after reading her mother’s words, and not in the mood to share. The man sitting quietly beside her was in pain, and didn’t need her problems.

He seemed content to sit, which only made Elizabeth more uncomfortable. She hated when people waited for her to speak; it was a trick that a lot of the faculty used to force engagement in their classes.

“Don’t you professors know how much we hate it when you wait silently for an answer?” she demanded, irritated.

Sharp’s low chuckle only irritated her further. “We do. Students would rather speak publicly than endure an awkward silence, which is why it’s so effective. Although you tend to be more immune to it than your classmates. Why is tonight an exception?”

He’d asked. Now she had to tell him. Waving the parchment, she grumbled, “My mother wrote me. Finally.”

“Ah.” The potions master nodded. “And you didn’t like the contents of her letter.”

“No, I did not,” scoffed the Ravenclaw. “My mother has a way of choosing exactly the right words to aggravate me, and make it my fault that I’m aggravated. She never has any guilt in the matter.”

“Families can have a way of allowing gnomes in the garden,” the man said evenly. “Those little niggling issues multiply until you have an infestation. Even my own mother had her moments, rest her soul, and she had the patience of a saint to put up with my father and I both being aurors. I would hope yours doesn’t mean to antagonize you intentionally.”

Darkly, Elizabeth replied, “You don’t know Emelia Shallowbrook. My mother could make a frost salamander seem warm.”

The witch stood abruptly and started pacing, being far too riled to sit any longer. The letter was stuffed unceremoniously into her robe pocket.

“I really tried to be a good daughter this summer. I was introduced to society, and she showed me off all season, trying to marry me off to a respectable muggle, and I endured it. But then she cut me off last month, stopped sending me letters completely.”

“But you received a letter today?” prompted her teacher.

“Yes. Telling me that she’s being courted again.”

“Courted?”

Elizabeth could feel the unasked question hanging heavy in the air around them. She hadn’t told anybody but Natty, Sebastian, and Ominis about her father, John Shallowbrook. But Professor Sharp needed to be told so that he had the context for this conversation, and he’d revealed a detail of his personal life, that his own mother had passed. It was only fair.

“My father was drowned when I was eight, before my magic emerged,” she sighed. “He ran a shipping company on the Thames, and there was an accident in the fog one night when two of the barges collided. Mother loved him, and married well below her station to be with him, and I think she’s always regretted it. She was never warm or maternal, only jaded and distant, and it got a lot worse after the accident. I was always closer to Father; he was where I could go to feel loved.

“I thought maybe, when she finally took an interest in me this summer, that she had finally found her heart again. But now I know that she was just trying to make me into a proper lady to keep me from scaring off her suiter.”

Suddenly, she was so tired, and overwhelmed. There was a reason she tried not to think about her family. She sat back down next to Professor Sharp, flopping herself onto the stone bench with a huff. He raised an eyebrow at her – whether questioning her behavior or her willingness to keep talking, she wasn’t sure. Or maybe she hadn’t left enough space between the two of them; she couldn’t read him or his silence. Elizabeth was determined, however, not to be the first to speak this time.

Eventually she heard her teacher release a neutral “hmm,” as he so often did. She turned her head to regard him, and he held out a hand.

“May I see this letter? That I may better understand?”

“I… well, I supposed there’s nothing private in it. Okay.”

The Ravenclaw pulled her now-crumpled note out of her pocket and handed it to Professor Sharp. It felt incredibly vulnerable, letting him read it, and she found herself clasping her hands as he took it. Thankfully, nothing ever escaped his notice, and he saw the nervous gesture.

“If you need something to do while I read this, you can start gathering the ingredients that Professor Garlick has left me. She typically boxes them and stores them on the shelf opposite us. I won’t be long.”

While Sharp read, Elizabeth carefully lowered the boxes he’d described from an overhead shelf and set them, six in all, in two neat stacks on the floor. She didn’t use magic, but did the task the muggle way, to make it last longer, and to try to distract herself from the disappointed tutting sounds that her mother’s letter was causing to issue from the ex-auror.

As she was dusting her hands off from handling the last box, her professor evidently finished reading. He stood up carefully, leaning heavily on the cane, before hobbling to her, her letter in his outstretched hand. She took it back silently.

“You underplayed your mother’s venom, Miss Shallowbrook. That felt intentionally divisive.”

“Glad to know I’m not overreacting, then,” Elizabeth said sarcastically. “So you saw that she was asking me to stop owling her until her beau could get used to the idea of me being an ungodly witch?”

He nodded. “He sounds pretentiously religious. I apologize that you have to endure that from your own mother.”

“It’s all right,” she mumbled. “At least I’m not in that house anymore.”

“True. Have you considered speaking to Mr Gaunt about this?”

“Why does everybody ask me if I talk to Ominis about things? I have other friends, too!”

Elizabeth usually tried to remain neutral about the Slytherin, but she knew that her tone betrayed her tonight. She and Ominis were more than close friends, but they both wanted their privacy, for multiple reasons. It was probably noticeable that they had started sharing an interest in each other. Not courting of course, not yet, but…

Professor Sharp was looking down at her, giving her a disbelieving expression, one eyebrow arched.

“Miss Shallowbrook. As the bearer of a facial scar over your eye, as I am, you of all people should know that it does not render one blind. Anybody with any sense can see that you favor each other. I’ve had my suspicions since your first year.” He paused, took a step back, and pulled the handle from his cane to remove his wand before reassembling the walking stick. “Come, we’ll take these back to my office now. Walk with me.”

He cast Wingardium Leviosa on one of the two stacks of boxes before mounting the stairs to exit the Herbology Basement. The Ravenclaw followed suit, focusing intently on her slow ascent behind him and not dropping the other stack of ingredients.

As he climbed, the ex-auror continued their conversation. “I brought up Mr Gaunt because he has experience with venomous parents. The House of Guant is widely regarded as one of the crueler pureblood families, as I’m sure you already know.”

“And is that the only reason that you brought him up?” challenged Elizabeth. She would have pushed further, but between climbing the stairs, levitating the boxes, and trying to start an argument, she very nearly lost control of her spell. The boxes rattled precariously.

Sharp, now at the top of the stairs, watched as she struggled. “Focus. Practice keeping the largest part of your concentration on your spellcasting, and let the smaller part of your brain handle conversation.

“And to answer your question, the pair of you seem good for each other. Mr Gaunt fairs much better in my class with you working beside him, and you seem as though you feel safer. If throwing the two of you into each other’s paths benefits you, then far be it from me not to do so.” His face wasn’t visible as he was walking in front, but the smirk was evident in his voice.

“Professor Sharp, are you admitting that you play matchmaker with your students?” teased the witch.

“I said nothing of the sort,” he puffed, now tackling the second flight of stairs, which led into the Central Hall. “At least, not directly. Keeping up with a few hundred students’ crushes would be an exhausting waste of resources. I leave that up to Garlick and Ronen.”

He fell silent as he climbed the rest of the steps, except for one or two pained grunts towards the top. Once he reached the landing, he looked at her, and the Ravenclaw was surprised by the softness in his dark eyes.

“However, for certain students – which may or may not be favorites – I take notice of what makes them happy, and might push them in that direction from time to time.”

Elizabeth felt herself grinning, powerless to stop. “I’m one of your favorite students?”

“I never said anything of that sort directly, either. Now, do keep up,” he ordered ironically. They both knew that she was holding back to match his pace, even concentrating this long on maintaining Wingardium Leviosa.

They slowly crossed the Central Hall together, levitating their boxes of ingredients before them. Sharp grumbled about the wretched, unnecessary split-level design of the hall and the two extra staircases that it forced him to traverse, while Elizabeth pondered their interaction. Her mother’s letter was still burning a hole in her pocket, but she was hardly upset about it. Instead, she felt similar to how she’d felt after her breakdown in the Potions classroom last year. Her emotions left her exhausted, almost numb, but she was safe and protected while she recovered from them. Professor Sharp makes me feel like Father used to, she realized. Valued and cared for. He gets me.

“I supposed I can talk to Ominis about all of this,” she admitted as they reached the classroom. “It couldn’t hurt.”

“Asking for help never does,” the man agreed sagely.

He opened the door for her and extended his spell to take her boxes from her, before wordlessly sending all six of them into his office to put themselves away. The Ravenclaw looked at him, trying to be cross.

“You didn’t need help,” she challenged.

“No,” he replied, “but you did.”

Elizabeth rubbed the back of her arm. She didn’t like how easily he’d read her; it was embarrassing.

“Don’t feel bad. I only wanted to help you if I could. You’d best get to bed now, as it’s past curfew. If you take the Floo back to your common room, you should be able to avoid the prefects.”

Sharp summoned a small container of Floo powder and pressed it into her hand. Elizabeth grabbed his fingers before he could let go and gave them a squeeze.

“Thank you for always being here for me,” she murmured.

After a moment, he awkwardly squeezed back. “You’re most welcome. Now, run along, Miss Shallowbrook. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

She slipped away to the Floo grate, avoiding the portrait of Lethia Burbley and holding a finger over her mouth to shush Ignatia Wildsmith. The letter stayed tucked in the pocket of her robes, even after she changed into her nightdress and chatted with Samantha Dale about their arithmancy homework. Professor Sharp, by accepting her emotion and showing her that it could be reframed, had helped calm her. Her mother was all the way in London, while her friends were here at Hogwarts. She could seek their company instead of having hers spurned by Mrs Shallowbrook, starting in the morning. Before she went to bed, she sent Hermod to the Slytherin dungeons with a note, to ask a certain classmate to meet her early for breakfast before potions.

The next morning, Elizabeth walked into Professor Sharp’s classroom leading Ominis, the pair of them arm in arm as the Ravenclaw navigated to their usual seats. After the potions master’s brief lecture, they murmured quietly to each other while they brewed. They’d been talking all morning, and the young wizard had no end of pointers for dealing with a distant, disinterested family.

She soaked up his words and his attention. It was almost the end of class before Elizabeth looked up at her teacher, having had her focus drawn by the throat clearing he was doing. When she met Sharp’s eye, he was wearing the smuggest – yet proudest – smirk. Then he limped back to his desk, having said everything he’d wanted to say with just that expression.

When it came time to bottle their yields, the witch found a way to deep clean her brewing station so that she was the last student in the classroom. She gathered her belongings and approached the professor’s desk, handing over her bottled potion for his critique.

Holding it up to the light, Sharp smiled. “Excellent as usual, Miss Shallowbrook. Well done today. And I don’t just mean on your assignment; I’m proud that you chose to share your situation with Mr Gaunt.”

“You just say that because I followed your advice.”

“Perhaps. But then again, perhaps not. I’m always proud of you, provided you’re not doing anything foolish.”

Elizabeth blushed under the praise. “Thank you. You’ve been more supportive than anybody else has since… well, since Father died.” This was deeper than she’d meant to go, but it had come out surprisingly easily. “Even Professor Fig had his motivations for supporting me, but I don’t feel that from you, and I appreciate that.”

It was the man’s turn to shift uncomfortably. He grumbled something unintelligible before saying, “Being compared to your father is high praise, which I don’t know that I deserve, but thank you. As aways, if you need me, I shall be here.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Yes, well. I’m sure you don’t want to be late for your next class. Run along.”

She smiled at him before following his directions and jogging upstairs to meet Samantha for Arithmancy.

The Snake: Pt 1

Sebastian Sallow x MC

word count: 2.6k

summary: Sebastian Sallow was arrested in Fifth year after the murder of his uncle, now he's returned to Hogwarts for his Seventh year after tricking the ministry into thinking he's innocent. This story follows Maeve Caillouet (MC) through the struggles of her final year at Hogwarts as she tries to handle her past traumas, a Weasley and a Sallow, her best friends Ominis and Anne, as dark magic begins to sprout once again and escaping Death becomes a lot harder. warnings: foul language, angsty stuff

A/N: ope not me posting something, it may not be smut and I may be heading towards a HL fixation but oh well, thought I’d post something that I’ve been writing for shits and giggles maybe I’ll do more, maybe I’ll ignore this account again for a year lol who knows

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It has been two years since Sebastian Sallow was arrested for the murder of his uncle. Not a day has passed without his name crossing my mind. So much has happened since that fateful day.

The memories of that day flood my mind...

. . .

"No! You can't! He's innocent! He's fucking innocent!" I screamed, desperately struggling against the grasp of a Ministry official. "I know he didn't do it. He's a good person, he didn't fucking do it!"

But the truth was, I was lying. I was there when he committed the act.

Yet, I didn't care. I couldn't let them take him away. I couldn't.

Sebastian's eyes held a hollow emptiness as I saw him for the last time. They conveyed so much yet nothing at all. A sad smile played on his lips, a bittersweet farewell.

Just then, Ominis appeared, panting from running. "Oh, Merlin... Sebastian..." he whispered, anguish evident on his face.

I kicked and twisted, refusing to give up. "I will fucking-"

"Maeve," Professor Fig's voice rang out above the commotion, "Stop it. Stop it now."

I stared at him, bewildered. I wasn't going to stop. I was standing by Sebastian, I was there. They didn't know the whole story. They weren't there. Maybe if I...

Professor Fig's eyes flashed with a warning, tapping his temple.

Oh.

If I revealed the truth, that I was there, they would take me in as well. They might want to extract my memories to uncover everything, including the ancient magic. It would put the world at risk and potentially ruin everything.

Sobs shook my body as I succumbed to the overwhelming sense of defeat. The Ministry official released his grip, and I crumpled to my knees. Tears fell onto the cold stone floor of Hogwarts.

"Get away from her," Ominis's voice warned, and I felt his cold hand on my shoulder as he knelt beside me. "It's alright... It's okay. It's going to be okay..."

"No, no, no... He's..." I sobbed, my whole body trembling.

One of the Ministry men cleared his throat. "Alright... I know it's an emotional moment, but we must be off. We can't keep Azkaban waiting."

A surge of rage and hatred coursed through me. His name burned into my mind—Zephyr Mumblethorn. I would never forget his face. Witnessing his magic binding Sebastian's hands together ignited an indescribable bloodlust within me. One day, he would pay for what he had done.

"Sebastian... Sebastian, I promise I'll take care of Anne. I will find her, and I won't let her die. I swear. I will never stop. I swear," I called out to him.

He gave me one last soft glance, and then he was gone. Aspirated from the room. All that remained were Professor Fig, Ominis, and a few lingering students.

I never heard Sebastian say the word 'goodbye.'

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Now, it was the first day of our seventh year at Hogwarts. It was also Anne's first year back.

Walking by my side, her brunette hair longer than when she was last in school, I had braided it delicately to keep it away from her face. She grew stronger with each passing day.

Finding a cure for Anne had been a challenge. Ominis and I had started searching the day Sebastian was taken. We delved into books that mentioned curses, even those unrelated to Anne's condition.

We pored over every healing book, every potions book—everything we could find in the library. But we found nothing.

It wasn't until we looked beyond Hogwarts that we discovered something—a magical item. It was a necklace with a shining diamond at its center. Legend had it that it was one of the most powerful enchanted items ever created. It emanated a protective spell for the wearer, guarding against curses, harmful potions, and poisons. Basically, anything that wasn't a physical attack.

Once we found Anne hiding in an abandoned home on a desolate farmland, we explained everything that had happened and gave her the necklace. As soon as she put it on, the diamond transformed into an emerald green color.

Since then, she has been cured. We don't know what would happen if she took it off, so she never did, and she never will. Anne was destined to live a long life.

But I didn't stop there. I took Anne in.

We lived in a small home outside Hogsmeade. I found a job at the Three Broomsticks, working with Sirona Ryan, who pays me generously for the summer. I also work on weekends during the school year.

Anne works at J. Pippins' shop, following the same schedule as me. Pippins adores her, and her skills have enhanced the quality of his work, boosting his business.

We made our lives work. We took care of each other. And now, we were returning to school together.

As students, both new and returning, streamed into the dining hall, we found our places at the Slytherin table, right next to Ominis. His cloudy eyes brightened when he heard us sit down.

"Hello, Ominis. It's Maeve and Anne," I greeted, pleased to see our friend.

Ominis's face instantly lit up. "Ah, my sweet girls. Welcome back to Hogwarts, especially you, Anne. How does it feel? Are you excited?"

Anne blushed and replied, "Yes, I'm excited, but also nervously anxious. I'm so far behind."

I chuckled, recalling the same feeling when I was a new fifth year. "Oh, I understand. You'll be fine. Omi and I will help you catch up. If needed, I'll speak to Professor Weasley to adjust your schedule, ensuring that at least one of us is with you in every class."

She smiled gratefully, nodding her thanks.

Anne had never fully warmed up to me, and I couldn't blame her. She held me partially responsible for the death of her uncle. I understood her feelings, and if she asked, I would openly admit that I would do it all over again.

I would do anything for him. I would do anything for Sebastian.

His name remained unspoken between us. We hadn't uttered it since that day. The pain was still too raw, too unbearable.

A pair of lips suddenly pressed against my cheek, startling me. I relaxed as I saw Gareth, someone who had been trying to court me since our fifth year. We had gone on a couple of dates, but I hadn't been sure if it counted as dating. Nevertheless, Gareth was sweet, caring, and respectful. We enjoyed each other's company, though I didn't feel the same depth of connection as I did with Sebastian.

"Gareth, how nice to see you. How was your trip to your grandparents?" I inquired.

He smiled and took a seat next to me. "Oh, it was wonderful. The states are unbelievable—so different from here. My grandparents plan to stay there permanently. You should have seen it—the hills, the culture... it's brilliant. The muggles there are a different breed of humans! Maybe next summer I can take you with me?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. Thankfully, Headmaster Black's clearing of the throat signaled the start of the sorting ceremony.

Gareth gave me a small smile and rushed back to his table. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Ominis chuckled.

"When will you let that puppy off his leash? It's not fair to string him along," Ominis commented.

I crinkled my nose. "Yeah, I know. It's just... I don't know. I don't mind him. He's kind, caring, and treats me well, but he's just not..."

Anne shifted uncomfortably beside me. Ominis's lips curved into a sad smile. "He's not who you truly desire. I understand. Believe me, I can only handle so much conversation with Imelda Reyes before wanting to lose my hearing as well."

I smiled, my eyes briefly darting toward Imelda's bitter face. Ever since I beat her flying record, she had despised me. I giggled at the memory.

Ominis brightened at the sound of my laughter. He had taken it upon himself to ensure my well-being, a silent promise made to Sebastian I was sure of it. I had sworn to take care of Anne, and Ominis had made the same commitment to me. I would never forget everything he did for me during our fifth year. The thought of it still sent shivers down my spine.

We happily consumed the feast laid out before us as the first-year students were sorted into their respective houses, the three of us half-heartedly cheering for the brand-new Slythrins. The whole room erupted in gasps and cheers, and I found myself searching for the cause.

"What did I miss?" I asked, my head shooting up.

Ominis stared ahead, his interest piqued. "Quidditch is back this year. Oh, I wonder... It's going to be an interesting year. And it's our last one? How exciting," he mused.

I had never experienced a Quidditch match. My mood lifted, realizing that this year would bring something new. Perhaps Quidditch would become my new distraction.

Anne seemed indifferent, poking at her pudding. We were quickly dismissed and made our way to the Slytherin common room.

Deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts, accessible through a hidden entrance, lies the Slytherin common room. Once inside, it exudes a distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The Slytherin common room is located deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, accessible through the hidden entrance. Once inside, the common room presents its distinct and memorable atmosphere.

The room itself is a spacious, low-ceilinged chamber, adorned with emerald green and silver accents. The walls are made of rough-hewn stone, giving the room an ancient and somewhat foreboding feel. The light is provided by dimly lit sconces that cast eerie shadows across the room, creating an ambiance of secrecy and mystique.

Plush, comfortable sofas and armchairs upholstered in rich green velvet are arranged in small conversational clusters, creating a sense of exclusivity. Dark wooden bookcases line the walls, filled with leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls, showcasing the house's emphasis on knowledge and cunning.

The room is adorned with various symbols and decorations that represent Slytherin's traits and values. A large silver serpent sculpture coils sinuously around a marble fireplace, its glowing eyes and flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The snake symbol can be found throughout the room, engraved on the chair legs, woven into tapestries, and even etched onto the grand oak door that leads to the dormitories.

A massive bay window showcases the Black Lake, offering a breathtaking view of the dark waters and the aquatic life that lives inside it. The window is adorned with emerald green curtains that billow gently in the wind, allowing soft moonlight to filter into the room.

I soaked in the familiarity of the common room, the familiar smell of spices and firewood seeping into my lungs. It was always bittersweet coming back here. The memories were almost too much but it was better than living at the shitty small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have such a comfortable space.

I took in the familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of spices and firewood filling the air. Returning to the common room was always bittersweet. The memories were almost too much to bear, but it was still preferable to living in the small cottage outside Hogsmeade. Even Anne seemed relieved to have a comfortable space.

Ominis waved his wand, taking in the surroundings with a contented smile. "Alright, let's change and meet back here in half an hour. We need to compare schedules and make a plan for this year's activities and studies."

Ah, Ominis's annual debrief and game plan. I had been introduced to it last year when he took me under his wing.

Anne chuckled, "Oh god, you still do that? Can't it wait until the Undercroft?"

Ominis looked offended. "Absolutely not! Having a game plan and being on the same page is crucial for ultimate success!"

"Alright, alright... We'll change and meet back. I promise, Omi. We'll be quick," I teased, nodding toward the witch's dormitory. "Come on, Anne."

She followed me up to our room, located conveniently next to each other. We changed swiftly, and as I glanced at Anne. She's a girl with soft features, her face exuding a delicate beauty. Her skin is pale, lending an ethereal quality to her appearance.

Her eyes, a deep shade of brown, have a sunken-in quality that adds a touch of exhaustion to her gaze. Long, flowing brunette hair cascades down her back, framing her face in a captivating manner. She had continued to sport her chopped bangs.

As for her attire, she chose an emerald green nightgown that drapes gracefully around her figure. The fabric is silky and smooth, shimmering ever so slightly in the light. The gown is designed with intricate details, perhaps delicate lace trimmings or subtle patterns of snakes, going down to her knees.

If only she had freckles, she would look just like her twin brother.

My chest twisted. It always did when I looked at Anne for too long.

Turning my attention to the mirror, I beheld my own reflection. Silky black hair flowed in natural waves, cascading down my shoulders and framing my face. The light caught the glossy strands, giving them a shimmering quality.

My bright green eyes, like emerald gems, captured attention with their vibrant hue. Anne often expressed her envy, but I always found them to be a distraction, drawing peculiar comments from others.

Taking in my petite yet curvy figure, I felt a mix of pride and frustration. Anne had made remarks about my body, expressing her desire to look like me, but I brushed it off. While I knew I possessed attractiveness, I didn't believe I deserved to be idolized.

As for my attire, I had chosen a simple and comfortable ensemble. A gray tank top hugged my figure gently, showcasing my slender arms. The soft fabric felt soothing against my skin. Paired with it, I wore emerald green sweatpants that added vibrant energy to my outfit. The rich green color provided a pleasing contrast.

Gazing at my reflection, my eyes fell upon a mesmerizing snake tattoo that elegantly wound its way up my spine. The intricate design began at the base, just above the small of my back, and coiled upward with sinuous grace. The back of my tank top dipped low enough to reveal the initial section of the tattoo.

The tattoo itself was a work of art, its details vivid and lifelike. The scales of the snake were meticulously etched, creating a textured pattern that gave the illusion of real skin.

The snake's body twisted and turned, following the natural contours of my spine. Its lithe form seemed to move with an illusion of life, forever coiling and uncoiling on my skin.

The colors of the tattoo were captivating. Shades of emerald green and deep, rich black blended seamlessly, forming a striking contrast. The green shimmered and glimmered, catching the light, while the black added depth and intensity to the design.

I had gotten the tattoo at the end of my fifth year, as a tribute to my house and my journey. It represented my pride, the hardships endured, and the ancient magic within me. The snake symbolized the cunning and ambition that Slytherin valued.

A sigh escaped my lips as I stretched my arms above my head. Anne sat on her bed, crossing her arms. "Are you done yet? Ominis can't even see you, so who cares if your hair is perfect?"

I laughed. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if his wand could sense the state of my hair. Plus, it would be rude to show up looking disheveled."

Anne smiled. "You sound just like my mother."

We descended back into the common room, where a small group of people had gathered. Among them was Headmaster Black and... his face. My breath caught in my throat, and the air rushed out in a single gasp.

It was Zephyr Mumblethorn.

"Are you sure he's innocent?" Headmaster Black asked, his hands resting on his hips.

Mumblethorn shrugged. "There's no evidence. The investigators at Azkaban couldn't find anything. No proof. We can't keep an eighteen-year-old imprisoned without evidence. He insists it was an Inferius. Swore it under Veritaserum."

Headmaster Black nodded. "Alright... Sallow! Get in here!"

To be continued...

Shoutout for @moongurl95 for sharing the wonderful HL October list for me to enjoy. :)

In honor of Hogwarts Legacy October month!

(In-game look and artwork version drawn by me!)

DAY 1: INTRODUCE YOURSELF AND YOUR MC

But first, get to know her creator:

I first started playing HL since May. I was a 2nd year college student when me and my older sister decided to buy the game on Steam. I'm a girl who loves Harry Potter world for its unique fantasy with a mix of real-life. So buying the game is a dream come true to achieve all my wishes to explore Hogwarts and be the witch of my dreams!

And that's all for facts about me, its time to introduced to you my HL MC: Anais Ainsley!

Story:

Born on Scotland, Anais is a half-blood daughter of two farmers, her mom is Carmila Ainsley, the half-blood while her father is Harold Ainsley, the pure-blood of the family. She is a neighborly child who gracefully respects her adults and polite to her peers. She loves books and her countryside life. She found out that she's a squib much to her dismay of unable to experience magic like her parents and her childhood friend, Owen, but they didn't love her any less. From their unconditional love and support, Anais decided to have a future as a farmer like them.

Unfortunately her life, since her birthday, turn into a series of multiple tragedies when she lost her father to a drunk pure-blood supremacist, Owen to the Unforgivable curses and left her in pain, and her mom becoming the shell of her former self. Home is never the same until she receives hope in a letter on her 15th birthday.

And how could Anais say no to her second chance to start a new life?

About her:

Her boggart is Failing her duties and everyone suffering as a result

Finding out her magic in 5th year, she now dreams to be a Healer.

She is the most beautiful student of Hogwarts due to her natural Victorian standards, much to the jealousy of her rich and pure-blood schoolmates

She has one mole under each eye.

Anais has a classic length hair

Sorted to Hufflepuff and roommates with Poppy and Adelaide

Best friends with Natty and Poppy

Her wand is Spiral, Willow wood, Phoenix feather, 12 inch, Unyielding and uses the brown and gold botanical wand handle

Her Amortentia is warm meadow, floral perfume, and afternoon tea

She is a sweet tooth and flexitarian (although the term is not coined till 1992), due to her parents being farmers and meat is expensive for their budget.

The only candy she eats is Elephant on the bicycle

Her favorite subjects are Potions Class, Care of Magical Creatures class, Herbology Class, DATDA, Flying Class

Her least favorite subject is Divination

She hates the Unforgivable curses due to what happened with Owen

Her hobbies are playing her lyre, singing, embroidering, cooking, baking, Summoner’s Court, sketching, reading books, pressing wildflowers, foraging, swimming, flying, kite flying, riding her beast companions

A literal badger: kind and innocent at first until her love ones are threatened

She is an ambidextrous

Learns Braille for Ominis

Loves to watch Quidditch thanks to Sebastian

Anais is easy to give gifts to as long as its pretty and thoughtful like beautiful rocks or homemade sweets.

She abhors being called stupid, and gets angry to cover her fear of being incapable 

Anais never discriminated against all magical beings

Anais loves to sneak into the kitchen and steal some sweets and bread, much to the house-elves’ amusement

Anais works part-time in the Three Broomsticks to help her mother

Anais has a soothing and soft voice

Her barn owl is named Soren

Her favorite Hogsmeade shops are Steeply and Sons, Honeydukes, and Zonkos

Hogwarts Castle is alive and loyal to Anais

Always seen carrying a different book

She loves long warm baths and braided hairstyles

Professor Fig teaches Anais how to apparate and bits of magical theory in their free time.

So that's all I could share about my MC, the rest I just have to expand in my story which I still debate if I should share it to everyone.

Please answer 2, 7, 13, 34 and 50 for the OC ask ♡

Thank yooouuuu!!! 😘😘😘

Thank you so much for the ask, my lovely! 💕 Answering these for Hellendil in the HL fandom of course!

2. Why'd you choose your OC's name?

I have answered this on my side blog, but I will add the answer here as well. 🤍 Hellendil Melinae is the name of an elf OC I created about twelve years ago, brother of my main OC, Sarovanya. Since I needed a magic user for HL I chose to base my MC on him. The name itself is derived from Tolkien's elvish language and means "lover of the sky" (which in hindsight is actually pretty apt for him).

7. What career path would your OC take?

Initially he is interested in a career as a curse-breaker because it would allow him to work alongside his brother in archaeology. However, once he heard Ranrok's tragic backstory and realized how poorly much of wizardkind treat goblins, he decides to pursue a career as a liaison at the Ministry in the hope of advocating for them.

13. What's the worst thing your OC's ever done?

Probably the devastation he caused to Rookwood and his followers when he found out that he was the one who cursed Anne. With that whisper in his ear, he made the connection and just snapped. It haunts him. He may not have used the killing curse, but it terrifies him that he was capable of such destruction and unbridled rage.

34. What's your OC's "thing"?

He's that long haired kid that doesn't wear his uniform and dresses eclectically (very Ravenclaw of him). lol While at school, at least, he's prone to wearing things that aren't exactly fashionable and look more like medieval leather armor. As an adult he's more fashionable, but still doesn't dress in typical fashion.

50. What do you love and hate most about your OC?

I love how genuinely kind and caring he is and how he will stand up against injustice whether it affects him personally or not.

What do I hate? Since he's so focused on other people, making them happy and doing whatever it is they need in the moment, he's the type of person who would cheat. 😞 Not for the sake of cheating or because he wants to, but because that person has a good reason to need it of him. I don't know if this will ever happen, but the possibility is there. Of course it would also eat him up inside afterward when he thinks about what he's done to his partner. He's such a lovely person overall that it's really a disappointing trait.

Profile for my HL MC

So yeah, someone asked me to see my HL MC backstory, and I thought, why not? No one will really care if I post it here. Also, is that a reference to FGO Moriarty? Yes it is, fight me.

Name: Mina Moriarty Age: 15 Year: 5th year Gender: Female Birthplace: Unknown Blood Status: Born from two muggle-born wizards parents. House: Ravenclaw Patronus: Butterfly

Born from two wizards, she grew up without any knowledge of the wizarding world due to her parents’ immense grudge against the wizarding community itself.

Mina’s father, William Moriarty, and his younger brother James, were two muggle orphans living in an orphanage since William was 6 years old and James was 4 years old. They both showed signs of magic at the same time, followed by another muggle-born young girl that was in the same orphanage as them, Merida.  William and Merida, that already had a very strong friendship, entered Hogwarts when they both turned 10 years old. James joined them two years later. William and Merida were sorted in Hufflepuff, and hoped to find a more welcoming and happy environment than the harsh orphanage life they lived until that moment. However, despite the better food and the warmth of the castle, they experienced a harsh life due to them being muggle born, and the fact that, sadly, both of them had really weak magical abilities, barely enough to pass most of their exams. This made William’s resentment and anger towards the world (and Merida’s own discomfort at it) grow even further. James’s enrollment into Hogwarts made it even worse. Sorted in Slytherin, James showed from the beginning a huge magical ability, a very quick intellect and a very ruthless nature. Whoever was bullying his brother and his dear friend Merida, that he considered like a sister, sooner or later met some accident, many times resulting in injuries of variable severity. No one ever found out, but James was behind all those accidents. William knew the truth, but instead of being grateful, his resentment and hate towards magic grew even more. He started to fear and despise his own brother, that was however just trying to protect them, even though extreme means.

When William and Merida, now officially a couple, graduated from Hogwarts they fled the country, leaving James behind, with just a very brief letter telling him that they wanted nothing more to do with him and the whole wizarding world. James was devastated, and swore to never get attached to anyone anymore. It would take at least 20 years before he would change his mind, meeting the woman that is now his wife.

William and Merida, unable to really flee from the wizarding world, accepted to be spies in the Muggle world. They traveled from place to place at the order of the Ministry to keep watch on Muggles activities, their own very weak magical ability being an asset in their line of work. William was as intelligent as his brother, and he ironically proved to be immensely useful to the very same Ministry he so much hated. When Mina was born, an unintended occurrence, both William and Merida hoped that their daughter could be a squib, without any magical ability. She wasn’t, and Mina showed very early signs of strong magic, which plunged them into despair. They decided to do something illegal, and blocked her powers with a potion that she had to drink every week.

Their wandering life continued until they both started to show signs of a common illness in the Muggle world, tuberculosis. William was the first to fall ill, and stubbornly refused to get any magical healing, prompting Merida to do the same. He was the first to die, leaving Merida, that was showing signs of the illness as well, to despair for her daughter’s future. She decided to go against William’s wishes, and searched for James. Or rather, his wife. She knew that he had married thanks to Colonel Moran, a common acquaintance that kept a close eye on William and Merida for James. Despite everything that happened between them, James never stopped keeping an eye out on his brother and his sister-in law. James had started a very profitable career as a criminal mastermind, and had amassed a great amount of wealth and power in both the Wizarding and Muggle’s criminal underworld. After his unexpected but happy marriage, he slowed down his activities and worked mostly as an arithmancy professor and a consultant for those that needed help outside the law.

Merida knew that James’ wife was a good woman, and pleaded her case. She was going to die, refusing magical healing, but she asked her sister in law to take care of her daughter. Mina had always been kept in the dark about everything, even the existence of her own uncle. James’ wife was indeed a good woman, and pleaded Merida’s case with her husband, telling him to not behave like his brother did, leaving the child alone and stranded. She was able to persuade him, and James accepted to take in a young, confused, grieving Mina when Merida died.

The first thing her aunt did was stopping the potion that blocked her powers, and taught her basic magic. James was not very sold on taking Mina in at first, but quickly grew to like his niece, a fellow curious soul that held no grudge towards him and actually was happy to know and live with them in a comfortable warm house, after years of traveling in whatever location the Ministry wanted them to. Her parents, especially her father William, had always been very stern and rigid with her, and the very carefree, laid back atmosphere at her uncle’s house was a very welcomed change. Despite her loss, she felt happier.

When Hogwarts admission letter came to them, James’ wife was skeptical, as she did not want Mina to think they were sending her away because they did not want her, but Mina was very happy. Going to Hogwarts would mean learning more and having friends, something she never had, but always wanted to. Her aunt asked Professor Fig, the husband of a researcher that she had met at work, and now professor at Hogwarts, to tutor her full time in preparation of her enrollment. Fig was happy to accept, and so Mina was tutored all summer by him, as well by her own uncle and aunt, before officially enrolling in Hogwarts.

Please, I ask you only click on my page and read my page Monday - Thursday and holidays mutual to all faith.

General Post:

Beware: To avenge, myself, the community talks behind your back and in defense, I agree in some cases, yet, in some, not. At the same time to tell you it is occurring is to not attack you from behind in general, supportive, to the judicial system of life in the system.

To my brothers and sisters from Israel, careful at the bottom of the page about a given response where a debate lies.

The first photo is not for you and I did it for my own self and the bottom paragraph.

Hi, from the guy at the corner…...

In the near future, uploading whom I am, my life story/truth, my future plans, and where your money has gone.

Before blogging:

A neutral book on the study of politeness in our community that is for all religious faiths:

https://books.google.com/books?id=SL5DQB1J6DUC&printsec=frontcover&dq=lashon+hara&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiwi7--v9nvAhVFEawKHVolC7I4ChDoATAIegQIAxAD

"Please," Do not text while driving.

Simply, I bought a Bible, two cell phones (accidentally broke the screen on one), food, coffee, clothes, a bike, a bike chain, a bike chain link tool, soap, deodorant, a wash cloth, water, donated, paid workers through take a penny towards better driving, signed up for school, cell phone battery storage, a beer or two (not many), cigarettes, cigars, pens, paper, cell phone bill, orange juice, del taco, taco bell, Mc Donalds, candy, and a prepaid bank card.

No drugs but, may of forgot an item or so to be honest.

An older generation in my youth gave me drugs when they were 16-26 when I was about 14.

One name I need to get into the public for me to be against as of right now is Chad buckley Hobart Indiana.

Signed up at his house to go to college in theory that he shall of been a better friend not selling drugs.

Will get into my life story down the road.

Shall you send me your civil discussed/discussion back?

Amien

I considered the thought of sending this to Chad about his choice of knowing so I am not playing with familiar spirits causing his spirituality to talk without choice. (In my opinion that's familiar spirits).

Trying to just find my own routes while needing to research.

Bottom paragraph is after my punishment list:

Now, while I was in California and etc;

My bike was taken, because, I did not have a lock on it:

I considered it a punishment (walking), covid-19 stimulus was not received; twice, (punishment), unemployment was not received $4,000- $10,000 (punishment), community service work dues (punishment), each time I was ever convicted of driving offenses in the judicial system I slave in the community to increase those convictions to be extra dues in the value of life, I will be paying the courts in Hobart Indiana (punishment), student loans of about $26,000 paid back through business off the record causing my student loans to be a punishment through work labor, having to pay bills, and another took about $100.00 from me (punishment).

Amien

So how many talked behind my back thinking I am a bad human making me prove I am not be littling you through intelligence when I wasn't raised myself to know faith but your rats did what to me while I love in vain the rest of my to never forgive.

You may revel yourself and arrogance and ignorance to me under concealment the same while I live in vain proving your investigations hazardous because of intelligence and playing real life today.

My question of issue is why are individuals working in the community when they're supposed to have a certain amount of education?

Did you boss correct with his intelligence or did you have to study like I have been trying to preach my whole life yet no ones does that.

Amien

Are you a guy or lady talking behind others back or listen to other while you claim you don't like "rats."

Hi, my name is Derrick Scott aka to remove familiar spirits in my house aziel taneli and rebuke my family's mistakes of myself Derrick Scott literally that I am a rat talking to the government...

I am going to fuck your mother saying that...

No offense: Did you wake up reading the newspaper as latin king reading as government entity yourself in your government gang reading your rats work and truth or did you only watch movies?

Another question is why did your latin king brother have to get jumped and not call god his whole life because he's a snitch calling by god or his mother on how to tie his shoes.

Please, I ask you only read my page on Monday-Thursday and holidays mutual to all faith while I have an extra curricular activity such as video games, for example or similar on days that are not my worship days so I do not serve you but work.

Amien

The Sleepover (Part One)

(I’m taking a small break from writing... by writing dhhdhdh. I just wanted to write some Jumaz and Wulff fluff honestly shhsdh. If I ever continue this, a little catgirl might be included...)

(Note that I didn’t wanna be stuck saying MC, so I replaced their name with Blue, my usual default playthrough name)

Jumaz bursts into the room, stuck in his cheetah form and his eyes fluttering grogginess from napping three times... before a sleepover party. His mouth is a slobbered mess, dried fur crisping up around his lips while a pretty nasty stream of drool flows down his mouth. “Blueeeeee! I’ve got a whole lotta loving and I need someone to take iiiiit!” He moans, stumbling carelessly through the room.

“You are definitely a mess Jumaz,” the raven was busy cooking up a feast for later, yet still noticed Jumaz’s disheveled demeanour. “Please take a shower before Blue sees you at your lowest, also please take care of your *ahem* lowest part as well.”

The cheetah yawns, patting himself in the stomach, “Well I would take care of it if Blue was here... where are they again?”

Wulff sighs, bringing over the platters of food over to the food heater he brought back from the restaurant, pushing the cart over to the main room, “Before you took your endless amount of naps, they told me Dragon Scientist needed to run some tests, they’ll be back before 10, it’s 8. Get a shower, you’re not going to woo anyone if you look like trash... implying you weren’t in the first place.”

Jumaz snickers at Wulff, blowing him a kiss before going back to the bathroom. The chef waits until the cheetah is gone, flopping onto the couch. He takes a moment to look around, seemingly ‘grabbing’ the kiss as soon as the coast is clear and smacking it into his beak.

Ten Minutes Later

A loud moan echoes through the hallway, a slight purring coming soon after, “Ah! I love a good hot shower.”

Jumaz -still in his cheetah form- waltzes back into the lounge room, wearing only some loosely fitted underwear and an oversized t-shirt from Wulff’s closet. His eyes sets on the bird laying on the couch, instinctively jumping onto Wulff and laying his butt on his sturdy chest, grinning sheepishly as he turns back to face the raven.

Heaving a loud caw, Wulff tried to readjust himself, trying to bear the Jumaz-weigh on his chest. “At least you showered,” he manages to breathe, flipping his roommate over to face him.

Jumaz leans forward into Wulff’s chest, resting his soft furry head onto the now shirtless-raven’s pecs, “Hmm, sweatpants and no shirt, looks like someone is dressing to impress~” His hands circle around his friend’s feathers, his fingers laying over Wulff’s nipple.

Quickly removing the feline’s hand off his chest, he places the much leaner man’s hand back onto his shoulder, bringing them much closer together, their faces edging forward, “No touchies. Anyways, these are very scandalous clothes your wearing... including my shirt.”

“Is it wrong to want to feel sexy sometimes?” Jumaz laughs, flicking the chef’s beak before lying back on his chest. He groans loudly, pulling himself closer to Wulff’s face, “Arghhhhh! I can’t wait 2 hours for Blue!”

“Well you’ve got me, which is either worse or better, and some food if you’re hungry, go ahead if you want some.”

The signature grin appears back on Jumaz’s snarky face, his face rising back up from the feathery chest that was Wulff, “What if I’m not hungry for something else? Maybe Im not hungry for food?”

Wulff keeps his poker face up, tilting his head in confusion, “What do you what then?”

“Maybe I’m in the mood for some... bird~”

Wulff gestures his head towards the food heater cart, “Well I made sweet and sour chicken.”

“I love it when you play hard to get~”

“That’s my style,” Wulff rolls his hand under Jumaz’s chin, slowly bringing him closer to his beak, “it gets people wild.”

Jumaz smiles even wider, his mouth purring with anticipation, “It’s working it’s wonders Wulffy~ We’ve got two hours, I have a perfect way to waste it.”

The raven wraps his free arm around the cheetah’s waist bringing his body closer to him, “Oh? And what do you have planned?”

Both men lean close into each other, both their mouths edging closer... and closer... and closer...

“FOR GODS SAKES GET A ROOM!” A pillow hits both of them in the face, Jumaz swiftly snaps his neck towards the perpetrator: a flustered quarter-Siamese cat on the opposite chair, also known as HyperLink.

“When did HL get here!?” Jumaz shouts at his partner’s face, shaking the shirtless avian.

“Oh yeah, she came here a few minutes ago, I forgot about that honestly.”

The feline sighs, getting off his friend’s chest and petting HyperLink, the young girl swiping away at Jumaz with her small claws. “Hey gal.”

The catgirl screeches at the flirty mess of a cat, though her tail says otherwise. “I-I’m gonna get some food!” She stammers off, furiously grabbing a plate and filling it with a glory of food.

Jumaz leans back onto the floor, smiling back at Wulff, whom simply shrugs at him. He gets back up from the floor approaching the avian and leaning above him.

Wulff sits back up, rubbing his head, “I’ll get the gaming console set up for HyperLink, can you-“ the soft lips of the cheetah lock onto his beak, a sweet cotton candy flavour bouncing around his mouth.

Jumaz latches off his partner, smiling even wider this time, “Like my new chapstick?”

Wulff reorganises himself, taking a solid minute to have his brain functioning, “Y-yeah. U-uh, just get the mattresses ready please.”

The feline nods, giddily setting off for his mission, leaving the dazed Wulff alone.

“Jeez... Blue better get here before Jumaz tires us out,” he mumbles.

END

GBF Husbando Spotlight: Rackam

IT’S HERE IT’S HERE!!!

It’s been ages since the last one, but with me sparking him and the balance patch arriving I’ve finally felt confident enough to write this. 

If you know me at all you knew this was coming, for my lust and love for thisman burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. Yes tis time for my #1 Husbando’s Spotlight, The Sexiest Meme Alive himself, Rackam!

Note: This was actually really hard to make into actual words instead of just inarticulate screaming.

The 2nd story character and first official member of the crew. He’s been with you since pretty much Day 1.

First story character to get his 5* uncap, giving him the rare wind atk- debuff and sweet new art with Tiamat.

His SSR is a great damage dealer, and with the patch one of the most reliable as long as he has a solid source of MA. Along with his passive to hit all enemies 70% of the time, now he can also build 2 stacks of Spitfire in 1 turn, giving him 40% atk boost each on a unique modifier. With Elysian he can ougi turn 4 with 3 stacks and 120% atk up. Plus Spitfire increases his ougi cap to around 3.2 mil and the chain burst to over 2 mil. Duration II is also incredibly handy against HL bosses with their OD phases being more dangerous. He shines alot in Rose Queen as he leads to a much faster break in 2nd phase and in Tiamat HL where he gives easy honors as he auto attacks all heads most of the time.

10/10 would spark again

It’s also heavily implied that Grand Series are getting their 5* uncap soon too, so his kit is going to get better. His SR gained a crit buff, mirror image, and wind atk- so there’s a good chance his SSR will too.

His personality is that of the Crew’s team dad (funny enough with the actual dads in the crew) and boy is it my weakness. He has a soft spot for children and younger members of the crew, and takes it upon himself to take care of them.

He’s an expert Helmsman and is actually quite famous for it. It’s even gotten to the point where other Helmsman ask him for his autograph. The sheer size of the Grancypher and how he managed to restore it single handedly is a testament to his skill and love for airships. And the chapter where he navigates the harsh winds of the Grim Basin is the ultimate testament to his skill.

In fact his SSR Fate episodes revolve around him helping a little girl who dreams of being a helmsman like him. When he discovers she’s in danger he goes off on his own to rescue her without endangering the rest of the crew. Of course in the end it’s too much than he can handle on his own and he gets shot. The crew comes by in time to rescue him and the girl and he realizes that everyone has grown enough for him to rely on them.

Fun fact he’s actually named after the famous pirate captain John Rackam (aka Calico Jack). The man most well known for his relationship with Anne Bonny and Mary Reed and his first mate designing the iconic Jolly Roger. 

He’s hot. Like....really hot. I fell in love with this man at first crash. That styled brunette hair.....the facial hair....the cigarette..his face. All of that gives me the ossan feel that I’m a plain sucker for. Plus his gun and even the sword he never uses just gets to me. A prime reliable Ossan design. 

HE HAS A BLUSHING IMAGE AND IT’S ADORABLE

Plus Hiroaki Hirata’s voice as him is just perfect! Older and experienced but not super old man status. I don’t know how to describe it exactly but it’s so damn attractive.

He’s 29 years old, putting him slightly above average in the crew’s rather young age range, but not as old as the clear elder members of the crew. While he has all the points of Ossan appeal (at least in my book) calling him one might be a bit of a stretch. It doesn’t stop him from feeling old though, as he talks about getting older a few times. 

He might not be the most muscular of the crew since he is one with bara gods like the Soiya Squad and Male Draphs. But he does have a nice muscular frame of his own. It’s most prominent in the meme comics and brief bits in the anime. In comics he strips time to time for certain gags revealing a nice body. In the anime he sports a black tank top for a while allowing you to see the musculature on his arms, and even takes off his armor for a bit, revealing that that the shirt he wears under it is skintight as you can make out the outlines of his pecs through the fabric. (I’m still angry he never stripped in the beach episode)

His charms have not gone unnoticed too. The man is straight up primal bait as Lyria’s Tiamat and Noa are really close to him. The little girl from his SSR fates even falls for him as she asks if he has a girlfriend in the end of the 2nd one. According to Lowain and Bros he has a decent sized following of fans as well. They described him as “the type of guy who would spoil you”. 

He’s also is pretty good with the Bass (after some practice). He plays in a band with Vryn and Aoidos. So he fills the hot dude on bass niche too.

In fact before Lowain and Bros decided on making Jin the Sexy Sensei of Albion High. He was considered for the role before they gave it to Jin, feeling that Rackam already had too many fans to be their Sensei figure.

He’s a Sexy Santa

His Christmas Fates were some of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. It literally revolves around stealing Christmas cake in the middle of the night.The second fate literally called “Friendly Feels” is a search for a Christmas tree for the crew. It ends with him holding a ladder for Vyrn, Lyria, and Gran/Djeeta to put the star on. After the star is put on and the tree is decorated he gives his thanks as he never thought he’d ever spend a Christmas like this before. The fate ends with Lyria telling him that all Christmases are going to be like this one from now on, as he smiles and while having his doubts about the certainty of her statement, enjoys the warmth of the holiday on the cold winter night.

He’s a perfect mixture of both my love for memes and hot older men. For he has not one, or two memes, BUT 3.

Legend of Rackam: Not touched upon recently but a damn good one. Rackam and his exploits are so legendary that kids years later learn of his heroic tales thanks to a wise old scholar. His frog suit meme had actual white day chocolates sent to it by fans.

DURRAY DURRAY DURATION!: Rackam’s amazing moves leave afterimages that confuse and somehow relax the enemy’s rage. A meme so powerful he taught it to others for protection and almost durrayed himself out of existence against a great foe. In fact this meme is so powerful that it’s leaked out of the Grand Blues verse into reality long ago and nobody even questions it. His Casino skin and Santa version both end battles with the Durray~ dance with sound effects and everything.

RACKAMUUUUUUUUUU!!! (also localized as plain RACKAAAAAAAM!!!): Rackam fucking explodes and dies. Well to be more specific the first Rackamuuu! didn’t even have an explosion as he died falling off the ship riding on a icicle and Katalina screamed it. However with later variation most of his deaths have been explosion related, resulting in the meme being tied to explosions now. Despite the fact that he explodes he actually ends up fine due to a scientific phenomenon known as Rackam’s Law, but details have yet to be divulged to the public from the former nobility of Iristill. 

Him and the MC/You share a very close bond due to all that they’ve gone through together. He basically entrusts the fate of the Grancypher to your judgement when he’s forced to fight you as an enemy by that little douche Gilbert.

He gets flustered around Djeeta and it’s noticeable in the voiced skins. Where he stumbles around for a bit after battle replying to her compared to his fater response to Gran.

Like most of the GBF cast come Valentines and White Day he catches feelings for the captain of the opposite gender, however unlike many he’s kind of unsettled and in denial of it due to the age gap.

It’s most detectable in the Valentines and White Day lines in year two. Year one it’s rather quick with him being flattered to get a chocolate and blushing with embarrassment when he gives the return gift on White Day.

However year two has him joke about waiting for Djeeta to give him chocolate and telling her not to think about all the serious stuff since it makes him nervous. Then he promises her to get something great for White Day.

Come White Day he calls her over to give her his present (no CG yet sadly sadly) and thanks her for always working so hard. Then he literally says “ Well, not just thanks. But I can't say any more than that, all right? You shouldn't pry into the mind of an adult, you know. “ Then says he’s gonna keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t drive other people crazy.

I probably forgot or missed something but this post is long enough.

This is most likely going to be my longest husbando spotlight solely because

I FUCKING LOVE THIS MAN

Cats, Children, and Confused: DO end PAW PRINTS n my HPART te DOG my DO eud DAW PRISTS my DOG HEART DO 661.98-11 ysars 10months dd 112s PIW PRINTS LIVE LVE WOOF my HEART DOG Butch DO eudl PRINTS on my HEART my DOG My DOG HAS LEFT Paw Prints manhattan Gorgeous Elderbull In Need - Striking eyes, smart, knows lots of commands, cat friendly, housetrained- Neutered & Ready To Go ON MY HEART acC waiting eud DO PAW RISTS for Love! my DOG HEART TO BE KILLED - 6/22/2019 The eyes and smile are sometimes all that is needed to know about the heart.Butch is without question a heart-breaker. His jolly smile, and honest eyes encourage and invite reciprocation. What is a rotund, seasoned senior doing on a kill list, when his years of service should be rewarded with a loving retirement? Naturally super handsome Butch is timid, despite being a whopping 112 lbs. He is confused at why the home he devoted himself to no longer feels the sentiment of loyalty. Still he braves along in hopes of meeting friends. He wears a spotted vanilla cow suit, huge amber eyes which still sparkle, ears that stand proud when summoned, and a super sized smile. He reportedly does well with dogs and lived in harmony with a cat. He's an easy going fella who needs a gentle approach, and a place to call home. He is a giant in size, with a heart to match.He does not deserve a horrible ending after loving a family forever. Please message this page if you can foster or adopt this special guy. BUTCH@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Butch My animal id is #66198 I am a desexed male white dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 11 years 10 months old, 112 lbs Came into shelter as owner surrender 6/16/2019 Reason Stated: Not good with kids Butch is rescue only Butch is at risk for behavioral reasons. Butch has a bite history and has remained fearful at the care center and has exhibited anxious behaviors and a low threshold for arousal. Butch would be best suited for placement with a new hope partner that can provide the necessary behavior modification. Medically, Butch is overweight which has resulted in arthritic changes. My medical notes are... Weight: 112 lbs Vet Notes 6/16/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age:10 years Microchip noted on Intake?Yes History : owner surrender Subjective: fearful Observed Behavior - fearful Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = 120hr R = 40rr BCS 9/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears- aural d/c, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: muzzled PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MC MSI: Ambulatory x 4- slow to get up (hl issues), skin free of parasites, small growths on head and left face, healthy hair coat; overwght CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment intake procedures CBC Chem overwght hl weakness - arthritic changes dental disease Prognosis: fair Plan: rec'd weight reduction plan behavior assessment BLOOD WORK RESULTS: CBC CHEM T4- NSF Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 4. Orange Behavior History Behavior Assessment During intake, Butch was panting heavily and seemed to be whale eyeing. He jerked his head quickly back when I attempted to scan for microchip. I collared him while he was wearing a muzzle. He did try to dodge, but I was able to secure it. No other handling was attempted. Spay/Neuter Status: Neutered Basic Information:: Butch is a nearly 12 yo neutered male large mixed breed dog who was brought to MACC as an owner surrender. Previously lived with:: 2 adults, 1 baby, 1 cat How is this dog around strangers?: Butch approaches new people and smells them. Then he hangs around them. He sometimes barks. How is this dog around children?: Owner does not think Butch is good with children. He nipped at the baby in the home. He barks at children he sees, they are usually running around screaming, as per owner. How is this dog around other dogs?: Owner once almost got attacked by a rottweiler and has become protective around them with owner. He barks at them when he sees them. Butch is playful with other dogs. He has been to dog parks in the past, but mostly kept to himself and owner. How is this dog around cats?: Butch has lived with a cat in the past and got along well with it. He allows them to scratch at him. He enjoys being around them. Resource guarding:: No resource guarding noted. Bite history:: Butch has bitten owner's brother when Butch was trying to go after a raccoon and the brother restrained him. He also tried to bite the newborn baby in the home on the leg but only got her pants. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: medium Other Notes:: Owner describes that if Butch is agitated, the family knows not to be anywhere near his mouth as he's more likely to bite, so they will restrain him with a leash, keeping themselves distanced. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No For a New Family to Know: Owner describes Butch as protective and super friendly. He loves to cuddle and hug owner. He seems to be very in tune when people are not feeling well. One time owner was sleeping and not feeling well and Butch woke her up and she vomited immediately. Owner states Butch can detect low or high blood pressure. He will stay next to person and bark to alert others. Owner says Butch likes doctors. He knows commands, sit, paw, play, stop. If owner tells him "don't worry, I'm coming back" he seems to calm down. Owner gives Butch ice cream, steak, salmon, lamb, chicken. He likes moist meaty burger from purina as far as dog food goes. He is walked 3 times a day. No accidents in home. He pulls on leash if he has waited a long time to go. He can wait for about 12 hours to be taken out. Butch does not play with toys other than balls. Butch is relaxed during baths. Butch sleeps in owner's bed. She has started getting him to sleep in a dog bed and he is getting used to it and sleeps on it in living room. He follows owner around the home when they are together. He is not reactive to loud noises like storms or fireworks =========================== Date of intake:: 6/16/2019 Spay/Neuter status:: Yes Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 12 years) Previously lived with:: Adults, a baby, and a cat Behavior toward strangers:: Barks at them Behavior toward children:: Barks at them, nipped the baby in the home Behavior toward dogs:: Barks when he sees them Behavior toward cats:: Got along well with a cat he lived with Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: Yes, Butch bit the owner's brother when he tried to restrain him from going after a raccoon. Severity of this bite was not reported. Butch nipped at the leg of the baby in the home when the baby was in the stroller. He bit the leg of her pants. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: If Butch is agitated, his owner reports that she will not to be anywhere near his mouth as he's more likely to bite, so she will restrain him with a leash, keeping distance. Date of assessment:: 6/18/2019 Summary:: Butch has been extremely anxious at the care center, whining, panting, pacing, and seeking exit. Due to the concerning notes from the previous home that he is more likely to bite when he is aroused and agitated, paired with his bite history, Butch is not a safe candidate for a handling assessment at this time. Date of intake:: 6/16/2019 Summary:: Whale-eyed, panting heavily Date of initial:: 6/16/2019 Summary:: Fearful ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no specific history on Butch's energy level so we cannot be certain of his energy in a home environment. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to the noted concerns from the previous owners that Butch barks at children and has attempted to bite the young child in the home, we recommend an adult-only home for Butch. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to all of the noted concerns from the previous owners, including Butch's bite history, his reactivity towards children and strangers, and his tendency to bite when he's agitated, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,Anxiety,Bite history (human),Low threshold for arousal Potential challenges comments:: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: The previous owners report that Butch barks at strangers and at children and also escalated to attempting to bite the young child in the home. He was also fearful during his medical exam. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. Bite history (human): Butch bit the owner's brother when he was being restrained from chasing a raccoon. The severity of this bite is unknown. Please see handout on Bite history. Anxiety: Butch has been extremely anxious at the care center, whining, pacing, panting, and seeking exit. This behavior was not reported by the previous owners though so we don't know if this is specific to the shelter environment. If this behavior is seen in the home please see handout on Anxiety. Low threshold for arousal: The previous owners report that when Butch becomes aroused and agitated he is more likely to bite. Also, Butch's bite incident with the owner's brother suggests that Butch may redirect when he is restrained and in an aroused state. Please see handout on Low threshold for arousal. BUTCH IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HIS LIFE.

Cats, Children, and Confused: DO end PAW PRINTS n my HPART te DOG my DO eud DAW PRISTS my DOG HEART DO 661.98-11 ysars 10months dd 112s PIW PRINTS LIVE LVE WOOF my HEART DOG Butch DO eudl PRINTS on my HEART my DOG My DOG HAS LEFT Paw Prints manhattan Gorgeous Elderbull In Need - Striking eyes, smart, knows lots of commands, cat friendly, housetrained- Neutered & Ready To Go ON MY HEART acC waiting eud DO PAW RISTS for Love! my DOG HEART TO BE KILLED - 6/20/2019 The eyes and smile are sometimes all that is needed to know about the heart.Butch is without question a heart-breaker. His jolly smile, and honest eyes encourage and invite reciprocation. What is a rotund, seasoned senior doing on a kill list, when his years of service should be rewarded with a loving retirement? Naturally super handsome Butch is timid, despite being a whopping 112 lbs. He is confused at why the home he devoted himself to no longer feels the sentiment of loyalty. Still he braves along in hopes of meeting friends. He wears a spotted vanilla cow suit, huge amber eyes which still sparkle, ears that stand proud when summoned, and a super sized smile. He reportedly does well with dogs and lived in harmony with a cat. He's an easy going fella who needs a gentle approach, and a place to call home. He is a giant in size, with a heart to match.He does not deserve a horrible ending after loving a family forever. Please message this page if you can foster or adopt this special guy. BUTCH@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Butch My animal id is #66198 I am a desexed male white dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 11 years 10 months old, 112 lbs Came into shelter as owner surrender 6/16/2019 Reason Stated: Not good with kids Butch is rescue only Butch is at risk for behavioral reasons. Butch has a bite history and has remained fearful at the care center and has exhibited anxious behaviors and a low threshold for arousal. Butch would be best suited for placement with a new hope partner that can provide the necessary behavior modification. Medically, Butch is overweight which has resulted in arthritic changes. My medical notes are... Weight: 112 lbs Vet Notes 6/16/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age:10 years Microchip noted on Intake?Yes History : owner surrender Subjective: fearful Observed Behavior - fearful Evidence of Cruelty seen - no Evidence of Trauma seen - no Objective P = 120hr R = 40rr BCS 9/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears- aural d/c, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: muzzled PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MC MSI: Ambulatory x 4- slow to get up (hl issues), skin free of parasites, small growths on head and left face, healthy hair coat; overwght CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment intake procedures CBC Chem overwght hl weakness - arthritic changes dental disease Prognosis: fair Plan: rec'd weight reduction plan behavior assessment BLOOD WORK RESULTS: CBC CHEM T4- NSF Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 4. Orange Behavior History Behavior Assessment During intake, Butch was panting heavily and seemed to be whale eyeing. He jerked his head quickly back when I attempted to scan for microchip. I collared him while he was wearing a muzzle. He did try to dodge, but I was able to secure it. No other handling was attempted. Spay/Neuter Status: Neutered Basic Information:: Butch is a nearly 12 yo neutered male large mixed breed dog who was brought to MACC as an owner surrender. Previously lived with:: 2 adults, 1 baby, 1 cat How is this dog around strangers?: Butch approaches new people and smells them. Then he hangs around them. He sometimes barks. How is this dog around children?: Owner does not think Butch is good with children. He nipped at the baby in the home. He barks at children he sees, they are usually running around screaming, as per owner. How is this dog around other dogs?: Owner once almost got attacked by a rottweiler and has become protective around them with owner. He barks at them when he sees them. Butch is playful with other dogs. He has been to dog parks in the past, but mostly kept to himself and owner. How is this dog around cats?: Butch has lived with a cat in the past and got along well with it. He allows them to scratch at him. He enjoys being around them. Resource guarding:: No resource guarding noted. Bite history:: Butch has bitten owner's brother when Butch was trying to go after a raccoon and the brother restrained him. He also tried to bite the newborn baby in the home on the leg but only got her pants. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: medium Other Notes:: Owner describes that if Butch is agitated, the family knows not to be anywhere near his mouth as he's more likely to bite, so they will restrain him with a leash, keeping themselves distanced. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No For a New Family to Know: Owner describes Butch as protective and super friendly. He loves to cuddle and hug owner. He seems to be very in tune when people are not feeling well. One time owner was sleeping and not feeling well and Butch woke her up and she vomited immediately. Owner states Butch can detect low or high blood pressure. He will stay next to person and bark to alert others. Owner says Butch likes doctors. He knows commands, sit, paw, play, stop. If owner tells him "don't worry, I'm coming back" he seems to calm down. Owner gives Butch ice cream, steak, salmon, lamb, chicken. He likes moist meaty burger from purina as far as dog food goes. He is walked 3 times a day. No accidents in home. He pulls on leash if he has waited a long time to go. He can wait for about 12 hours to be taken out. Butch does not play with toys other than balls. Butch is relaxed during baths. Butch sleeps in owner's bed. She has started getting him to sleep in a dog bed and he is getting used to it and sleeps on it in living room. He follows owner around the home when they are together. He is not reactive to loud noises like storms or fireworks =========================== Date of intake:: 6/16/2019 Spay/Neuter status:: Yes Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 12 years) Previously lived with:: Adults, a baby, and a cat Behavior toward strangers:: Barks at them Behavior toward children:: Barks at them, nipped the baby in the home Behavior toward dogs:: Barks when he sees them Behavior toward cats:: Got along well with a cat he lived with Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: Yes, Butch bit the owner's brother when he tried to restrain him from going after a raccoon. Severity of this bite was not reported. Butch nipped at the leg of the baby in the home when the baby was in the stroller. He bit the leg of her pants. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: If Butch is agitated, his owner reports that she will not to be anywhere near his mouth as he's more likely to bite, so she will restrain him with a leash, keeping distance. Date of assessment:: 6/18/2019 Summary:: Butch has been extremely anxious at the care center, whining, panting, pacing, and seeking exit. Due to the concerning notes from the previous home that he is more likely to bite when he is aroused and agitated, paired with his bite history, Butch is not a safe candidate for a handling assessment at this time. Date of intake:: 6/16/2019 Summary:: Whale-eyed, panting heavily Date of initial:: 6/16/2019 Summary:: Fearful ENERGY LEVEL:: We have no specific history on Butch's energy level so we cannot be certain of his energy in a home environment. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to the noted concerns from the previous owners that Butch barks at children and has attempted to bite the young child in the home, we recommend an adult-only home for Butch. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to all of the noted concerns from the previous owners, including Butch's bite history, his reactivity towards children and strangers, and his tendency to bite when he's agitated, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression,Anxiety,Bite history (human),Low threshold for arousal Potential challenges comments:: Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: The previous owners report that Butch barks at strangers and at children and also escalated to attempting to bite the young child in the home. He was also fearful during his medical exam. Please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. Bite history (human): Butch bit the owner's brother when he was being restrained from chasing a raccoon. The severity of this bite is unknown. Please see handout on Bite history. Anxiety: Butch has been extremely anxious at the care center, whining, pacing, panting, and seeking exit. This behavior was not reported by the previous owners though so we don't know if this is specific to the shelter environment. If this behavior is seen in the home please see handout on Anxiety. Low threshold for arousal: The previous owners report that when Butch becomes aroused and agitated he is more likely to bite. Also, Butch's bite incident with the owner's brother suggests that Butch may redirect when he is restrained and in an aroused state. Please see handout on Low threshold for arousal. BUTCH IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HIS LIFE.