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arielemberbridge · 1 year

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So, I've been wanting to write hphm tlsq, chapters, quidditch sidequests, and creature sidequests down from my character's point of view. I recently started writing a bit of flying solo (the quest where you become friends with Talbott), and I was wondering if I should continue writing it, and post it on my blog. I'd really appreciate feedback on my writing, and how I could improve. Thanks for reading this long a/n, and now, feel free to read the fanfic if you want.

Word count (so far) : 3,800

Flying Solo

Ever since becoming an animagus, I’ve been wanting to get closer with the mysterious, quiet bloke Talbott. I felt like he was a magnet, pulling me towards him. Speaking about Talbott, I got a letter from Penny, and all it stated was, “We need to talk about Talbott. Let's meet in the Great Hall now. With the urgency of her letter, I was really concerned. I ran from my dormitory straight to the Great Hall.

While walking over to the tables, I heard Rowan comment, “ I’ve seen an eagle flying around the school grounds a lot recently. I hope all the pet rats are safe.” After I heard that, I stopped moving and started wondering, could that be Talbottt?

I also passed Chiara, but she didn’t mention anything about an eagle, she instead mentioned to some Gryffindor kid called Jae, “Sorry, I’m a bit… preoccupied tonight.” Poor thing. She always makes me think about why bad things happen to good people. At least there is some good that comes out of it; a person that cares about making transforming less painful and more affordable.

While still walking over to Penny, I heard Merula yell at Ismelda. She was screaming, “Some bloody bird tried to nest in my hair earlier!” I guess even birds think her hair is messy as heck too. I laughed at the thought. That couldn’t have been Talbott though because he usually keeps to himself, and isn’t the biggest fan of Merula.

I finally finished walking over to where I normally sit with friends in the Great Hall, but when I got there, Penny was nowhere to be found!! I sighed and sat down. I nearly left after waiting for 10 minutes, but finally, Penny decided to show up.

“Ah, you’re here, Isabella! Thanks for coming,” she greeted, looking worried.

“Of course, Penny,” I said, picking up on her fidgety behaviour, “Now, what’s wrong?” I asked, getting straight to the point, “You sounded worried when you asked to meet.”

“It’s Talbott…” she said nervously. I quickly started paying more attention. I don”t know why Talbott has this sort of effect on me, but I really care about him, even though I hardly know him.

Taken by surprise, I blurted out without thinking, “Talbott Winger, the one who helped us brew an Animagus Potion? What’s wrong?! Is he hurt?!”

“No…” Penny said uncertaintly, “at least I hope not.” I raised my eyebrow at this. Based on my reaction, Penny quickly explained, “He’s been spending all of his time alone recently.”

I held back a laugh, “no offence, Penny, but have you met Talbott? He makes Snape look talkative.”

Penny awkwardly said, “I know he’s a… private person, but I've been his friend for a while. I can tell something’s wrong.” I gave Penny a sceptical look, and she added, “plus he’s been missing class, even Transfiguration, and that’s his favourite.” I subconsciously added that to my mental list of things to remember. Could Talbott be in an organisation like me? Did he join the Keepers of Adeen? No… I would’ve known if there was a new member… Maybe he joined Dark Core? It would make sense why they’d want him of all people because he can spy with his animagus ability… No, he doesn’t seem like the type of person to do that… Penny continued, snapping me out of my thoughts, “I’d ask him myself, but I haven’t been able to find him. I think he’s been avoiding me,” she said, looking like she was about to cry. I immediately became determined to help, I didn't want to see Penny this sad.

“That’s why I asked to meet you, actually. I was hoping you might know where he is,” she explained.

I felt really bad admitting, “sorry, Penny, I haven’t seen him at all recently.” I couldn’t look at Penny’s face with tears threatening to fall, so I quickly looked away. Suddenly, while gazing at my other friends, I got an idea, “but let’s ask around. Surely someone has to have seen Talbott.” Thankfully, Penny cheered up. “Mission accomplished,” I muttered under my breath.

First I went up to Rowan who apologised, “sorry, Isabella, I’ve been too busy with my studies to pay much attention to gossip.”

I asked again, “are you sure you haven’t seen him?”

She looked up from her book sighing, and asked, “if Talbott wants to be alone, shouldn’t you give him his space?”

Getting the hint, I left Rowan reading. Maybe I can get information from Merual, I thought. After asking the question, Merula asked, snorting, “Winger? Are you picking up another odd friend to add to your collection?”

“Talbott’s not odd,” I muttered, wanting to blast that smirk off Merula’s stupid face.

“Sorry, what’s that, Wallace? Standing up for your boyfriend?” she asked, trying to provoke me. I walked away, thinking better than starting a fight.

“Guess I’ll go to Tulip,” I told myself, “she might know since she’s in his house.”

All she could tell me was, “I haven't seen Talbott Winger around the Ravenclaw common room much lately.”

I sighed, leaving her to ask Andre who just asked me, “Talbott Winger’s the bloke that keeps to himself a lot, right?”

Giving up, I reluctantly went over to Merula again, who was no help, and just asked, “you have a hard time keeping track of a lot of people, eh Wallace?”

I looked away from her and spotted Professor Flitwick at the staff table. He might know more, I thought. Apparently, I thought wrong. He had just as much of an idea on the matter as me, saying, “no, I’m afraid Mr. Winger hasn’t told me anything,” and requesting, “if you do see Mr. Winger, please tell him we need to discuss his attendance.”

Tulip beckoned me over to her. I was hopeful for a moment for evidence, but all I got from her was, “Now that I think about it, I didn’t see Talbott Winger at dinner, does that help?’

“Not really, but thanks anyway Tulip,” I replied sadly.

Andre saw me and, I suppose he felt guilty for not giving me any information, because he quickly said, “sorry, I don’t know much about Talbott other than that he looks interesting.”

I sighed, saying, “it’s okay Andre, it’s not like it’s your fault.”

Me and Penny regrouped and I said, “that’s odd. I asked everyone who knows him and it doesn’t seem any of them has seen Talbott,” making sure she at least would feel a bit better, I added, “whatever’s going on, it doesn’t seem like he’s ignoring you specifically, Penny.”

“Though I’m glad he’s not only avoiding me, now I’m even more worried…” She looked away, and became lost in thought. She looked back up, “I want to look for him, but I promised I’d tutor a few first years in potions now…”

Seeing her sad look, I had to tell her, “don’t worry, Penny. I’ll find and talk to him.”

“Really? You’ll check in on Talbott for me? Why?” She asked, seeming suspicious.

I was quick to explain, “Talbott’s my friend, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. I’m worried about him and want to make sure he’s okay too.” I slowly added in, talking to myself more than Penny, “Besides, this might be a good opportunity to try to get to know him better.”

Penny ran up and hugged me, “thanks, Isabella. It’s a relief knowing you’ll be there for him if he does need help.” She pulled away, “Talbott might say he’d rather be alone, but I don’t think he really means it,” she said with a soft expression, “I really appreciate this, Isabella. Let me know how it goes and if you need any help.”

“Of course!,” I said almost immediately, “I’m heading to the Courtyard now, I’ll look for Talbott while I’m there.”

Me and Penny parted ways. I headed back up to my dormitory. After changing from my robes to my casual outfit since school was done for the rest of the day on Friday, I layed down, only for Chocolate to come with a piece of parchment in her beak. I was quick to take and read it. It started:

Dear, Isabella,

Since you won’t give up on looking for me, I’ll meet you in the Courtyard now.

Sincerely,

Talbott

This time, I was too lazy to run all the way to the Courtyard, so I transformed into my animagus form; a Peregrine Falcon, and flew out of my dormitory window, down to the Courtyard. “Shoot, I forgot about the landing process,” I said to myself, since I’ve always ended up landing by crashing into the ground.

As soon as the Courtyard caught my sight, I sighed, found the pear tree, and decided to crash into it. I shut my eyes tight and felt all the branches scrape me. I transformed back to a human and hissed in pain. I stood up, ignoring how bad it actually was. Looking around, the only people I saw in the Courtyard other than me were Jae and Chiara. Do they just spend all their time together? I thought to myself. I slowly walked over to the doors leading to the Courtyard.

I heard a calling whistle and quickly looked around to see Talbott leaning against the fountain as he stated, “over here.”

“Talbott! When I told Penny I’d look for you, I wasn’t expecting you to reach out and agree to meet me here first,” I said, surprised.

“So it’s true that you and Penny have been looking for me,” he said with an eyebrow raised and a sceptical look.

“Where did you hear that?” I asked, “everyone I talked to hasn’t seen or talked to you in days.”

“I little birdie told me,” he said smirking. I broke my composure and giggled.

After controlling myself again, I said, rolling my eyes, smiling, “nice try, but bird puns won’t distract me from asking about what’s going on with you for that long.”

He sighed, “It was worth a shot.”

I glared at him, “Talbott, I’m being serious. You’ve even been missing classes,” I sighed before continuing, “When Penny told me how concerned she was about you, I couldn’t help but be worried too.”

“I appreciate the concern, but as you can see, I’m fine,” he said, trying to convince me. I guess it was too bad for him that I’m able to tell when people are faking their emotions because I do it too.

“Are you actually fine?” I asked, then said accusingly, “Or are you just lying and telling me you’re fine so I’ll leave you alone?”

Surprisingly, unlike most people who get nervous or surprised when I accuse them of things, Talbott kept his composure and asked, “If I tell you I’m lying, will you keep pressuring me to find out what’s wrong?”

“Yes.”

“Then, I’m actually fine,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Talbott!” I yelled, getting annoyed.

He actually did lose his composure for a bit but then continued, “So I’ve spent a lot of time alone lately. That’s not exactly newsworthy,” he paused and added quieter than before, “Why do you care if there’s anything bothering me anyways?”

I felt my face slowly heat up as I was under his piercing gaze, “I consider you my friend, Talbott, and I care about you. If something’s bothering you, I want to know so I can help,” I swallowed before continuing, “I thought you opened up to me back then because you thought of me as your friend, too,” I looked back into his eyes, “was I wrong?”

He looked around awkwardly, and, trying to come up with an excuse, he said, “I know I called you my friend earlier, but it’s just because I got caught up in the moment.” Apparently I’m good at making people feel bad, because, after seeing my face, he said, “It’s not that I don’t like you or anything. I’m just not ready to call you my friend yet. You barely know me.”

I muttered to myself, “Part of me was hoping this was my opportunity to change that.”

Noticing the awkward silence, I said, “Fine, we don’t have to talk about what’s wrong,” I felt around in my mokeskin pouch, and found what I was looking for. Smiling, I said, “We can play a game of Gobstones instead…” suddenly I got an idea, and added, “But if I win, you have to at least consider telling me why you’ve been extra distant lately,” I finished, smirking.

“And if I win?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll tell Penny you’re actually fine and never bring any of this up again,” I said, trying to convince him.

“Alright, Isabella. If you can beat me at Gobstones, I promise to hear you out,” he said, looking determined.

After I set up the game, Talbott must have gotten a flashback, because he stated, “Your distractions won’t work this time, Isabella. I don’t intend to lose,” and to add some uncertainty for me he said, “I’ve been practising Gobstones.”

The distraction rolled off my tongue like water causing me to say, smirking, “and I’ve been spying on the ministry.”

“You’ve been what?!” He said surprised, not realising he completely missed the stones until it was my turn and he was sprayed, “ugh, honestly, you should be a Slytherin,” he said annoyed, “anyway, why’s Penny worried about me?”

“She fancies you,” I said sarcastically. Unfortunately, I was too distracted saying that, and only came back to my senses to see Talbott smirking, and myself smelling horrible.

“Nice try, but I know Penny likes someone else,” he said proudly.

“If I couldn’t say it any better, I’d say you actually like hanging out with me,” I stated.

“Well, I’d prefer to keep to myself,” he said, flustered.

“Well, I’d prefer to report you to the ministry,” I said, distracting him enough to spray him.

He sighed, “I’ll admit, I didn’t see that coming,” and under his breath he stated, “maybe if you didn’t keep distracting me.”

I smirked, “Distractions? What distractions? I’m just making small talk,” I finished casually.

Observing the game with his “eagle eyes” he replied, “You might be close to winning, but you can’t possibly have any distractions left…”

“We’ll see about that,” I glared while smiling.

“I’m setting up my special move…” he muttered.

“Is that a ministry official I see?” I asked, distracting him long enough for him to miss yet again, and for me to knock the rest of the Gobstones out of the circle.

Talbott groaned, “I know when I’ve lost. I suppose I can at least hear you out.”

After we stood up, he admitted, “Alright, Isabella, you won. Just like I promised, I’ll hear you out.”

“Talbott, I know you don’t like talking about yourself, but you shouldn’t be afraid to tell me what’s bothering you. You trusted me with your secret that you’re an unregistered Animagus… And as an unregistered Animagus too, I understand how much trust that requires…” I said, trying to convince him to tell me, “I guess what I’m saying is… I hope you know you can tell me anything,” I can’t say I wasn’t surprised by his response.

Talbott stopped to listen intently and suddenly said looking horrified, “shh!”

“What?” Then I stopped to listen too. I heard footsteps close by us. My eyes widened, “oh no! Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” I muttered under my breath. As quickly as those words came out of my mouth, I whipped out my wand, just to see Talbott doing the same thing after looking around. I softly yelled, “Homenum revelio!” Pointing my wand at where I heard the footsteps. I noticed Talbott did the same thing.

I wasn’t surprised on who I revealed, “Merula?! You were spying on us?!”

Talbott rolled his eyes, “She must have been under the Disillusionment Charm. That would explain why we didn’t notice her until she moved,” he moved his attention over to her, “How much did you hear?”

Merula looked annoyed, “Nothing… I was just passing through.”

Talbott scoffed, “Like I’d believe that. People who are “just passing through” don’t use Concealment Charms.”

“Even if I had heard you, what makes you interested in your little gossip? I have better things to do with my time…”

Talbott turned back to me, looking horrified, “Even though she denies it, Merula had heard we’re unregistered Animagi,” he looked more angry by the moment, “If that’s not bad enough, everyone in school knows her parents are in Azkaban for supporting You-Know-Who! The child of two Death Eaters knows we’re unregistered Animagi!”

I immediately backtracked, “I’m so sorry, Talbott. I had no idea Merula was listening in on us.” I’m gonna have to give myself several more scars for this later.

Talbott took a deep breath, “it’s fine…”

Trying to make things better I added, “Let me talk to Merula. Maybe I can-”

“No offence, Isabella, but you’ve done enough,” Talbott said angrily.

“But I know Merual! I can at least try to convince her to keep our secret!” With Talbott looking like he was about to say no, I said, “In fact, I’ll go find Merula and talk to her right now.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need anymore of your help. I’ll handle Merula on my own,” and with that, he walked away from me.

After going to the bathroom, adding several more cuts on my arm, cleaning them, and going back to my dormitory, I sent Merula a letter;

Dear Merula,

I know this sounds crazy, but I need to talk with you.

Sincerely,

Isabella

I sent Chocolate away. I sketched for about thirty minutes, waiting for her to come back. When she returned, she had a letter in her beak;

Dear Isabella,

If you must talk to me, you might as well come now. I’m in the Potions Classroom.

Sincerely,

Merula

I walked down to the dungeons, to see Merula getting blasted in the face with a potion she was attempting to make. I laughed and walked over to her. Although her face was now covered in a black-ish colour, she tried to act like nothing happened by quickly wiping it off. She went back to her potion, clearly ignoring me, so I cleared my throat.

Groaning, she asked, “What do you want, Wallace? I’m studying.”

“You read my letter, didn’t you? We need to talk.”

“If this is about you and Winger, I already told you that I didn’t hear anything”

I sighed, “Do you really think I’m daft enough to believe that lie?”

She smirked, “Are you sure you want me to answer that question?”

“Why were you spying on us, Merula?”

Rolling her eyes for the hundredth time, while making her cauldron stir on its own, she countered, “Why are you so incredibly annoying?”

“Look, Merula, you can keep avoiding the subject all you want, but I'm not leaving until you agree to talk, so you might as well cooperate,” I said, trying to not let my anger get the best of me.

“Ugh, you’re really not going to go away until I do, are you?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said with a prideful smile.

Losing the argument, Merula gave in and said, “Fine, but I’m going to finish this potion first, so you might as well grab a beaker and make yourself useful.”

While grabbing the beaker she pointed at, I mentioned, “I didn’t know you were so studious, Merula.”

Just having to be rude, Merula said, “Studying must be a foreign concept for you, eh Wallace?”

After handing the beaker over to her, I sighed, crossing my arms, “Just because you don’t usually see me studying doesn’t mean I don’t. I just try to avoid you throughout the day.”

“Since you’re just standing there, you might as well hand me that bottle.”

Leaning over to give it to her, I noticed Merula’s book was filled with notes in the margins that aren’t in her handwriting. “What potion is Merula even brewing?” I muttered, studying her book. Apparently she heard me because she replied, “How are you passing potions? This is just a simple Wideye Potion. Honestly, Barnaby has more brain cells than you.”

“Well, I feel like Barnaby is very smart, so I’ll consider that a compliment,” I said, sticking up for him. Changing the subject, I asked, “Would you really report Talbott to the Ministry, Merula?”

“I couldn’t care less about Winger. I just followed you thinking you were sneaking off to go Cursed Vault hunting, so I really don’t care.”

“I’d say I can’t believe you’d spy on me, Merula, but that’d be a lie.”

“Wow, you finally understand my personality, Wallace,” she said sarcastically, “Fine, I admit it, I was listening in on you and Winger, but only because I thought you had more info on the Cursed Vault of Fear.”

“Aha! So you were lying!”

“Yes, alright, I lied about not hearing anything. So what?”

“I don’t blame you for spying on me and lying about it. I would’ve done the same if I were in your position, but I would’ve gotten away with it,” I muttered in the last part.

She put an over-exaggerating expression on her face, “I wasn’t spying, I was keeping an eye on my competition,” she thought for a moment, and suddenly said, “And what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Ignoring her last comment, I continued on, “So just to be clear, you weren’t spying on Talbott and me to try to learn our secrets?”

Without confirming or denying what I asked, Merula replied, “Like I said, I wasn’t spying, I was keeping an eye on my competition, and why else would I be interested in you and your odd friends?”

“Like I said, Talbott’s not odd, and I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or insulted.”

“If that’s all-”

“-Wait, Merula, the real reason I came was to convince you to not tell anyone about Talbott’s and my secret,” I said quickly.

“Why shouldn’t I tell anyone you and Winger are unregistered Animagi?” Merula said challengingly.

“Because I’ll force you to keep it a secret if necessary.”

“Are you seriously threatening someone who could get you and your friend sent to Azkaban?” Then she said something I wasn’t expecting, “You might be more interesting than I thought, Wallace.”

“So will you keep Talbott’s secret?” I said.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” She asked, trying to scare me.

“Merula, this is serious,” I said, unfazed.

“I am being serious,” she smirked, making me worry. Not for myself, but for Talbott. I don’t want to be the reason he’d get sent to Azkaban.

“I better find Talbott now and warn him about Merula…” I said to myself after Merula left with the biggest smug look on her face.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #jacob's sibling #andre egwu #penny haywood #isabella wallace x talbott winger #talbott x mc #talbott winger #talbott x reader #merula snyde #hphm fanfic #isabella wallace

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atlasthegreatest · 2 months

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Baby Problems / Penny Haywood

When a baby is left in front of the door of an apartment in the middle of a night, causing a mess in the harmonious and peaceful life of Y/n Blackthorn and Penny Haywood.

The peace and quiet that had always housed their shared apartment was suddenly replaced by the wails, cries and shrieks of the child they found at the door of their house one night.

Tropes: childhood friends to lovers; golden retriever x black cat; both fell in love at the same time.

Authors note: should I post this when I know I haven’t even finished the second chapter of FTYBI? No, I shouldn’t. But here I am. I will just put this out here and, when I feel motivated to finish writing the chapter of FTYBI, I will post the first chapter.

#penny haywood #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts mystery #modern au #x reader

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jacobscursebreakerlilsis · 1 year

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💛🖤💚🤍

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter #hphm mc #jacob's sibling #slytherin mc #penny haywood #slytherin #slytherin pride #slytherin reader #hufflepuff pride #hufflepuff #slytherpuff #penny x mc

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ao3feed-snape · 2 years

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Hobbledehoy | H. P. fan fiction

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/OLkIl8o

by Plantsimp

Hogwarts mystery era! various x reader -------------- hobbledehoy

(n.) an awkward teenager; one who is perpetually ungainly and uncertain

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Y/n is literally the definition of teenager. they weren't confident. They weren't sure of anything they ever said, did or even looked at. Oh and they hated, and I mean hated talking. Just absolutely DESPISED it and also how everyone always seemed to stare at them even if they didn't. Their eyes just seemed to follow Y/n everywhere.

read this story to figure out how this absolute menace to society made a whole generation of wizards and witches fall for them. and that just because of their simple PRESENCE.

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- Love Neslihan

Words: 8811, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery (Video Game), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Nymphadora Tonks, Severus Snape, Charlie Weasley, Bill Weasley, Andre Egwu, Talbott Winger, Penny Haywood, Rowan Khanna, Ben Copper (Hogwarts Mystery), Felix Rosier, Pomona Sprout, Chester Davies, Minerva McGonagall

Relationships: Nymphadora Tonks/Reader, Charlie Weasley/Reader, Penny Haywood/Reader, Bill Weasley/Reader, Andre Egwu/You, Talbott Winger/Reader, Rowan Khanna/You, Original Character(s)/Reader, Felix Rosier/You, Chester Davies/You

Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Original Character(s), Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Good Slytherins, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Good Severus Snape, Protective Severus Snape, Mentor Severus Snape, Severus Snape Has a Heart, Everyone Is Gay

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/OLkIl8o

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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imagineimagineimagine · 2 years

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Penny Haywood x Jacob's Sibling Headcanons - (Post-Graduation; Established Couple)

So I recently starting playing Hogwarts Mystery again, and after having watched a lot a few clips of all the new dating quests that had been added, it got me itching to write some content for Penny.

So here are some headcanons I came up with for Penny Haywood x gn!MC that details what happen to the two of you after your time at Hogwarts. Hope you enjoy!

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After graduation, it is probably rather predictable as to which careers both you and Penny would decide to pursue.

Having been given a surprisingly positive recommendation from Professor Snape, Penny decides to continue her studies into potion making by becoming an apprentice to a few rather famous Potion Masters.

You on the other hand, decide to make full use of your abundant experience with the Cursed Vaults by pursuing a career as a Curse-Breaker for the Gringotts Wizarding Bank; being assigned to Gringotts' Egyptian branch where you are reunited with Bill Weasley as his new partner/trainee.

You and Penny often don't get to see one another for weeks or even months at a time, as your new respective obligations keeping you both very busy. But as disheartening as it is, all your past experiences together (from the Celestial Ball, to past Valentine's Days, to the Magic Festival), reassures the two of you that no amount of distance could possibly end a relationship as strong as yours. Both of you frequently write letters to the other and always try to reply as quickly as possible.

When Bill eventually moves back to England and tells you about the new girl he's been dating, it makes you realize just how much you miss seeing Penny on a regular basis. And so you decide to resign from Gringotts and take a position with the Ministry of Magic in England where you either a) continue your career as a Curse Breaker or b) shift career paths and become an Auror.

(Both options see you reuniting with Tonks and Talbott at the Ministry, but deciding to become an Auror would result in a lot more teasing from Tonks. Since she's been an Auror longer than you, that means you would technically have to follow all of her orders for the first 2-3 years of your career.)

You and Penny eventually move in together and rent a cramped, dingy flat not too far from either of your jobs, (Penny preferring to refer to the space as "cozy"). She tries to be supportive of your career choice, but internally worries a lot about how much danger your job puts you in. She often brews and stores large amounts of healing potions in the flat just in case.

All that being said though, after having spent so much time apart, you both really enjoy being able to start and end each day side-by-side.

You continue to gain recognition for your deeds as a Curse Breaker/Auror as you rise through the ranks of your department, and Penny eventually finishes her apprenticeships & goes on to create and sell her own original potions & recipes; her name and skill becoming well know across the country. (That right people! Penny makes bank!)

Attending Bill and Fleur's wedding together and deciding if the two of you want to get married yourselves.

Fighting side-by-side during the Battle For Hogwarts with the rest of the Order of the Phoenix and being there for one another as you mourn Tonks and the rest of your dead friends. Having a small wedding afterwards surrounded by close friends and family.

A few months later, you and Penny both receive letters from Headmistress McGonagall asking if the two of you would like to be the new Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher and the school's new Potion Professor respectively; an offer which you both accept.

Working together as married couple, sitting next to one another at the High Table in the Great Hall during meals, grading your respective student's assignments together, both of you being the most popular teachers at the school.

Going to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop every once in a while like you did on your first date. Somehow getting voted as the school's best couple (even though only students were supposed to be eligible), helping guide many young wizards and witches to be the best they can be.

And through it all, being very very happy together.

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mrsarnasdelicious · 2 years

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Magical Christmas #10

Penny Haywood

"What are you still doing here, hun?" You ask. Penny looks up from her book. "Oh hey babe." She says with bright smile. "Hi." You sit down beside. "Why didn't you go home for Christmas?" You look her in the eye. Penny giggles and shrugs. "I want to spend Christmas with you." She says brightly.

You gape at her.

Penny giggles and puts her finger under your chin to close your mouth.

"You do want me to celebrate Christmas with you, right?" She asks teasingly. You fluster a little. "Y-yeah, of course." You stammer. "Good." Penny grins. She snuggles against you. "I got you a real amazing gift. Shame you still have to wait three days." She purrs.

You decide to take your vengeance by tickling her relentlessly.

#Penny Haywood #Penny Haywood x Reader #hogwarts mystery #harry potter #wizarding world #Christmas Drabble

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sailorwritesstuff · 6 months

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*the gang roughed up by an adventure. *

Merula: are they ok? they look like shit

Rowan: AYE. don't talk about my partners like that.

Rowan: what happened? you look like shit.

#sailor's dreamhouse #sailor says something dumb #sailor's dream house #curse breakers #poly cursebreakers #hogwarts mystery x reader #hogwarts mystery #chiara lobosca x reader #charlie weasley x reader #rowan khanna x reader #talbott winger x reader #penny haywood x reader #rowan khanna x penny haywood x Talbott winger x chaira lobosca x charlie weasley x reader

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returntoinocense · 4 years

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Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Penny Haywood/Player Character (Hogwarts Mystery), Barnaby Lee & Rowan Khanna Characters: Rowan Khanna, Penny Haywood, Nymphadora Tonks, Tulip Karasu, Barnaby Lee, Merula Snyde Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, I might add angst in the future, More characters to be added, Very AU at this point Series: Part 2 of Hogwarts Mystery, Penny Haywood Summary:

Everyone is gay and happy

I'm an ass and I'm sorry this took me so long my life is kind of a mess at the moment. Bills are pilling up and it’s really hard right now. So I put together an extra long chapter hopefully I'll be able to write last one in a short time

ko-fi

#penny haywood x mc #penny haywood x jacob's sibling #hphm #hogwats mystery #wlw #penny haywood x reader #merula snyde #rowan khanna

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domaslut · 1 year

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LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! This is the first request I had got from my “Valentine’s Day Event”. I will publish the other ones in the next few days. I hope you have enjoyed this drabble♥️

And, if you cannot find me online on tumblr, just text me on my wattpad account: Domaslut! I hang on that platform quite a bit❤️

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#merula x jacob's sibling #merula snyde x reader #merula snyde x mc #merula snyde #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter series #hogwarts mystery #gryffindor #slyherin #ravenclaw #penny haywood #barnaby lee #felix rosier #tulip karasu #rowan khanna

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lara-kaminari · 4 years

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Help me, I’m trapped in a Hogwarts Mystery fanfic (4)

Fanfic +18, etc.

—¡Talbott! Encontré tu cosa.

El animago volteó para ver el origen de la voz, su amiga MC entró como un torbellino al hogar de las lechuzas encargadas de repartir el correo. Hace unos días estaba obsesionada con volverse animaga, deseaba convertirse en un animal a su voluntad, claro que no le había brindado los detalles sobre por qué que quería hacerlo y qué estaba buscando. Decidió que la ayudaría de todos modos, era una cuestión de fe ¿MC sería capaz de cometer una tontería para aprovechar sus nuevas habilidades? Seguramente no, ella se caracterizaba por ser una chica especialmente racional.

—En efecto, esa es la crisálida de una Polilla esfinge de la muerte. Bien hecho. — Halagó. — Te has esforzado en conseguir los ingredientes; ahora debemos conseguir rocío en la Sala de Artefactos. Después de eso estarás lista para tomar la poción.

—¿Qué estamos esperando? ¡Vamos ya! — Tomó su mano y lo arrastró hacia la sala, su entusiasmo era evidente.

—Por favor, dime que no planeas una estupidez con todo este asunto...

—Ya te dije que es un secreto, no seas amargado. — No soltó su mano hasta que estuvieron dentro, su toque era suave y había olvidado por completo que él podría ser un futuro pretendiente. En otra ocasión le parecería una locura, ¿Talbott? ¿El chico que tardó meses en llamarla “amiga”? No cabía posibilidad. Actualmente las circunstancias eran diferentes, tendría que ser precavida con el mensaje que podría darle. — ¿No sería más fácil conseguir rocío fuera de la Sala de Artefactos?

—Solo puede recolectarse por de un lugar que no ha sido tocado por el sol ni por pies humanos durante siete días.

—Tengo mis dudas respecto a esa parte de la receta... — Dijo recordando la cantidad de fiestas que tenían los estudiantes. Jae Kim vino a su mente, tenía que evitar pensar en su plan o terminaría contándoselo a alguien por pura emoción.

—Lancé un hechizo anti apertura hace una semana, el cuarto se enfría mucho en la noche así que debe funcionar.

—Espero que estés consciente de lo raro que se escucha eso.

—Evité decir que solo puede recolectarse con una cuchara de plata.

—Era tan obvio. — Bromeó.

—Necesitamos el ingrediente para completar la poción animagus. Busca un lugar que esté húmedo, y bajo ninguna circunstancia lo toques con tus pies descalzos.

—¿Por qué me quitaría los zapatos en primer lugar? — Talbott ignoró su pregunta y comenzó a buscar por la Sala, ella lo imitó. Resultó que encontrar rocío en un cuarto lleno de objetos no era la tarea más divertida del mundo; encontró humedad en una calavera, pero definitivamente no era rocío. Era asombroso lo que podía lograrse con una polilla muerta y un poco de rocío.

—¡Aquí está! — Anunció su oscuro compañero.

—¿Llenaste la cuchara de plata con rocío recolectado de un lugar que no ha sido tocado por el sol o por pies humanos durante siete días?

—Sí.

La seriedad de sus palabras, y la extensa pregunta los hicieron reventar en carcajadas. Era un milagro ver reír a su amigo con tanta soltura, MC limpió una lagrima que salía de su ojo mientras intentaba recuperarse.

—Sólo quería decir eso en voz alta. — Le comentó con una sonrisa.

—Ahora necesitamos hojas de mandrágora de Herbología. Es el último ingrediente que necesitamos para la poción. — Abrió la puerta para que ella pudiese salir primero, y MC bromeó haciéndole una pequeña reverencia como si fuera una dama señorial.

—¿Por qué no nos vemos tan seguido? — Preguntó.

—Normalmente estás ocupada con las bóvedas, y sabes que soy una persona solitaria.

—Sí, pero nos divertimos cuando estamos juntos. Vale la pena hacerse un espacio para ponernos al tanto.

Un horrible olor llegó a sus narices en cuanto entraron al salón de Herbología. Normalmente apestaba, pero no de esa manera; agitó sus manos frente a sus ojos, sentía que el aroma le estaba quemando las retinas.

—Este lugar huele a jugo fétido. — Dijo Talbott.

—Y creo que una planta acaba de gruñirme.

—¿Deberíamos pedirle a Sprout que nos dé las hojas?

—No, podemos esto. Por allá veo que se asoman hojas de mandrágora. — Tomó unas tijeras y las cortó con cuidado bajo la supervisión de Winger, tomaron las suficientes para su poción y luego colocó la hoja de la planta en su boca. — Quien lo diría, tú y yo escondidos en un invernadero para que me ordenes que me meta en la boca...

—No sigas, ya suena demasiado mal.

Ella lo miró boquiabierta, las mejillas del animago estaban rojas.

—Talbott, ¿en qué estás pensando?

—¡En nada!

—Eres tan mentiroso.

—Lo hiciste a propósito, ¿cómo no querías que lo malinterpretara?

—Claro que no, me iba a referir a las hojas de mandrágora.

—Te creo, déjalo así; por favor intenta no tragarte la hoja hasta que termine de preparar la poción. —Advirtió su amigo con una mirada de regaño. — Nos veremos luego en el campo de vuelo cuando haya terminado de prepararla.

—Te recordaré esto por siempre.

Se marchó dando pequeños saltos, dejando a su amigo completamente anonadado. El lado divertido de que todos estuviesen enamorados de ella, era poder apreciar cuando metían la pata; las situaciones más hilarantes ocurrieron gracias a eso, todavía recordaba a Orión Amari caer de su escoba cuando apenas tomaba vuelo.

Entró en las cocinas, robando una caja de cereal mientras se acercaba a su amigo castigado. Jae estaba bajo la gruñona vigilancia de Pitts, refunfuñaba mientras lavaba los platos ¿qué había hecho ahora? Eso sólo ocurría cuando hacía una travesura grave que involucraba a los demás elfos domésticos.

—Comencé una guerra de comida. — Bufó el gryffindor mientras sacudía sus manos. —El agua está helada.

—¿Quieres que te ayude? Pero no dejaré que te comas mi cereal, tengo una hoja de mandrágora en la boca y necesito comer algo para quitarme ese asqueroso sabor.

—Estoy bien ¿Cómo te fue con Talbott?

—Ya casi tiene lista mi poción.

—¿Estás segura sobre eso? Podemos continuar nuestro plan sin necesidad de que te conviertas en un animal. — Le recordó mientras pasaba la esponja sobre un plato.

—Nos dará seguridad, no tengo miedo de ser el anzuelo.

—Será una locura, aún no puedo creer los negocios que hice para conseguirte lo que querías. — MC sonrió, Peeves le enseñó bien a la hora de crear bromas. Volcó toda su atención a crear una obra maestra, podría divertirse y no desviar su historia. — Zapatos con cohetes integrados, fuegos artificiales que se convierten en...

—Jae, basta. Harás que alguien te escuche y nos acuse.

—Lo siento, es que estoy muy entusiasmado; ¿pensaste en qué usarás?

—¿Por qué quieres saber qué voy a usar? — Preguntó con una sonrisa; Jae intentó esconderse entre la espuma y el agua, estaba nervioso.

—Era una pregunta casual.

—¿Quieres combinar con mi bikini? — La pregunta logró que su amigo se ruborizara, los chicos tienen un lado adorable después de todo.

—Olvida que pregunté.

—Deja de distraer al joven Kim. — Bramó Pitts. — ¡Y tú! Quiero esos platos tan limpios como para ver mi reflejo en ellos.

—Oh, por supuesto que verá su reflejo en ellos. — Murmuró Jae. — Pero se romperán en mil pedazos apenas asome su fea cara.

Salió de las cocinas, no sin antes tirar la caja vacía de alimento con una expresión triste. ¿”El Autor no podía crear comida infinita? Ya demostró que su poder no tiene límites, ¿era mucho pedir una ración eterna de cereal y chocolate? Se sentía mucho más tranquila, últimamente no fue forzada a participar en situaciones románticas contra su voluntad, podía manejarlo bastante bien. Logró evitar a la mayoría de sus amigos ocultándose con Jae Kim y su plan, incluso logró mejorar sus horas de sueño sin pesadillas o sueños extraños.

Encontró a Charlie a la vuelta del corredor, estos últimos días lo estuvo ignorando a él y a Barnaby. Sabía perfectamente que tendría que enfrentarlos en algún momento, pensar en rechazarlos era muy difícil, eran amigos muy cercanos y partes fundamentales de su vida. Le sostuvo la mirada unos instantes, se acercó a él con los brazos cruzados sobre su pecho y dudando en su acercamiento.

—Hola, Charlie.

—Hola.

—¿Qué tal todo?

—Bien, supongo. — Una pequeña sonrisa asomó en su rostro, levantó sus hombros y los dejó caer sin mucho ánimo. — ¿Y, tú?

—Bien, supongo. — Respondió de igual manera. Tragó saliva, no dejaba de mover las manos. —¿Qué tal todo con Barnaby?

—No creí que te interesara saber.

—Ustedes siguen siendo mis amigos.

—¿Lo somos? Nos has estado ignorando a los dos. — Su tono de voz sonaba algo resentido, levemente entendió su malestar.

—No fue mi intención, es sólo que... — ¿Cómo explicarlo? “Los quiero con todo mi corazón, pero tengo miedo de unirme a esto y descubrir que me gusta”, “Tengo miedo de formar parte de la relación, pero que no me guste y termine rompiéndoles el corazón”. Jugó con su cabello a la vez que buscaba una respuesta.

—Te parecemos unos fenómenos.

—¡No! ¡Claro que no! Jamás pensaría algo así de ustedes. — Intentó decir, ¿no podía pensar en cómo se sentía ella? —Lo que trato de decir es que... Me refiero a que... Ninguna chica piensa en casarse y estar rodeada de sus dos novios, o de ir a su baile de graduación y bailar el vals con dos hombres.

—Tal vez a ti te parezca una locura, pero esto es amor para nosotros y no tenemos por qué dar explicaciones sobre cómo nos sentimos. Te amo, Barnaby te ama, y yo lo amo a él de la misma forma en la que me ama a mí.

Intentó tomar el brazo de Charlie para evitar que huyera de la conversación, él se soltó con agresividad como si su toque le quemara la piel. Soltó un suspiró de frustración, iría a ver a Talbott y luego se encargaría de resolver los asuntos pendientes con esos dos. Lo encontró en el Campo de Entrenamiento, sentado contra uno de los muros su única compañía era una botella de cristal con contenido desconocido.

—Estoy seguro de que te sientes feliz de sacar esa hoja de mandrágora de tu boca. — Le dijo en cuanto ella se sentó a su lado.

—Un poco, ¿por qué preguntas? ¿Quieres meter otra cosa en mi boca?

—¡Termina con eso! — Suplicó avergonzado. — Pon la hoja en el vial junto a uno de tus cabellos, yo agregaré el rocío y la polilla que recolectamos.

Siguió sus instrucciones con mucho cuidado, intentando no reír por la expresión de su amigo.

—¿Y ahora? Por cierto, gracias por enseñarme el hechizo de animago.

—Bueno, creo que soy el mejor calificado para enseñarte ¿Tienes en mente el tipo de animal en el que quieres transformarte?

—Creí que los animagos no podían elegir su transformación.

—Tengo curiosidad.

—Me gustaría ser un gato, tiene muchos beneficios. — Admitió. — Además amo los gatos, son lo máximo.

—Las águilas son lo máximo. — Replicó.

—Sí, Talbott. Tú eres lo máximo, ¿feliz? — Tomó la botella y bebió directamente de ella, siguió con un movimiento específico de su varita hasta que sintió una segunda palpitación en su pecho. Sintió un dolor bastante intenso que desapareció en un flash. — Auch...

—¿Dolió mucho?

—Estoy bien, creo... Veamos si puedo transformarme. — Cerró los ojos y se concentró en su animal predilecto. Al abrirlos, pensó que todo se había agrandando como si le hubiesen lanzado “Engorgio” al mundo; se estiró sobre sus patas, y sacudió su cola. La primera parte del plan funcionó, era un gato.

Se frotó en las piernas de Talbott y ronroneó juguetona, él se inclinó para rascar su peluda cabeza. Aprovechó que lo encontró con la guardia baja para volver a convertirse en humana, seguía con sus rodillas y manos apoyadas en el césped mientras la mano de su compañero continuaba mimando su rostro. Él se congeló en el lugar, cohibido ante su posición y la sonrisa que le ofrecía.

—Te odio tanto. — Atinó a decir.

—Que gran mentira, conozco bien este mundo. Me adoras. — Se puso de pie y acomodó su cabello despeinado. — ¿Irás al lago negro esta tarde?

—Lo pensaré, no soy un chico de fiestas; ¿ya te vas?

—Tengo un castigo que cumplir con Félix Rosier.

Su petulante profesor de Defensa Contra Las Artes Oscuras accedió a adelantar el horario de la clase privada, no tenía ni la menor idea sobre por qué era tan fundamental tener la tarde y parte de la noche disponible. Supuso que aceptó sólo como una forma de complacerla, de llegar a ella, no funcionó.

Su estrategia en sus próximas reuniones se basaba en ser meramente conflictiva, las peleas nunca dejan espacio para el romance. Él tampoco buscó entablar una conversación con ella, por lo que las siguientes dos horas fueron de puro silencio; entre tanto respondía las preguntas de su pergamino, una grulla de papel aterrizó junto a ella, el pájaro de papel picoteó su mano derecha antes de quedarse quieto.

—¿Es una indirecta para que recuerde los buenos tiempos? — Preguntó sin dejar de escribir.

—Tómalo como quieras. — Respondió Félix.

De nuevo cayeron en el silencio. Algo en su interior le provocaba profunda incomodidad, necesitaba soltarlo o se volvería loca.

—Doblaste mal el pico, y su ala izquierda tiene un pequeño corte. Siempre cometes el mismo error, presionas demasiado para darle definición.

Le irritó saber que estaba sonriendo, seguía sin verlo para no tener que cruzarse su mirada arrogante.

—No he tenido tiempo para practicar.

—Son nociones básicas, Rosier. Creí que te eduqué mejor.

—Lo hiciste, me tuviste cinco horas sentado y durante una semana no pude cerrar los ojos sin pensar en doblar papel. — Mierda, su comentario le sacó una sonrisa. Era cierto, le encantaba doblegar pergaminos para ser la creadora de delicadas obras de arte, le inculcó esa misma pasión a Félix cuando apenas comenzaban a ser amigos. — Podrías volver a enseñarme.

—Aprende tú solo.

Se repetía constantemente que él fue el causante de tanto dolor, que esos recuerdos falsos no tenían que nublar lo que en realidad implicaba tenerlo cerca. Tomó valor para verlo a los ojos, era curioso que hubiesen tenido tanta afinidad a pesar de pertenecer a Casas completamente diferentes.

—Parece que terminamos por hoy, puedes irte.

Le entregó su pergamino terminado, inconscientemente se guardó la grulla de papel ante la intrigada mirada de Félix. No tenía tiempo de pensar en él, no cuando asuntos más importantes estaban por desatarse.

Le escribió un Memorándum a Jae anunciándole que era hora de comenzar el plan. Había aprendido ese medio de comunicación gracias a las visitas con sus padres al Ministerio de magia, son aviones de papel encantados que se desplazaban directamente hacia su destino. Fue a su habitación para recoger un enorme paquete envuelto con un moño, lo preparó especialmente para que se viera costoso; con una sonrisa malvada lo dejó en la puerta de la oficina de Flitch, tocó la puerta un par de veces y corrió a esconderse para asegurar que lo abriría.

—¡Mira, Señora Norris! Alguien dejó un regalo, parece que finalmente reconocen mi arduo trabajo. Ya era hora que valoren mi deber de tratar con esas pequeñas pestes. — Desató el listón y abrió la caja a pesar de los siseos de su gato que le advertía no hacerlo. — ¡Zapatos! Y no cualquier tipo de zapatos, se ven tan elegantes y caros.

Reprimió una carcajada al verlo probárselos tan entusiasmado, Jae dio en el clavo con la talla. Flitch practicó unos pasos de salsa antes de volver a encerrarse en su harapienta y oscura oficina de conserje. El corazón le latió entusiasmado, su regreso a las bromas la hacía sentir como en casa.

Al caer la tarde, cabalgó sobre la espalda de Jae Kim ¿El mundo de “El Autor” lo volvió más fuerte o la hizo más liviana? Sea cual fuera la respuesta, se estaba divirtiendo; a medida que se acercaban al lago negro los diferentes elementos que prepararon se hacían presentes: la música, los enormes globos flotando a sólo unos metros del suelo, las fogatas, una gran cantidad de los estudiantes estaban jugueteando en el agua.

—¿Sientes eso? — Comentó Jae mientras la bajaba de su espalda. — Huele a alcohol, y cuando los estudiantes beben siempre quieren reforzar su estado. Así que traen mucho dinero escondido, esperando que alguien les venda su salida de la realidad.

—Demasiado profundo para decir que vas a venderles drogas.

—Mi oferta para que te unas al negocio sigue abierta.

—Lo pensaré, todavía tengo que meterme en problemas. — Dio un par de vueltas, bailando la canción que resonaba. — Aún no dijiste nada sobre mi atuendo.

—No puedo halagar tu bikini sin sonar como un pervertido.

—Claro que puedes, inténtalo.

—Okey, definitivamente ese conjunto resalta tus tetas y ¡No puede ser! Tienes cintura, creí que no existía esa parte de tu cuerpo.

—Me ilusioné al pensar que dirías algo tierno. — No estaba ofendida, conocía a Jae. Él siempre ocultaría sus verdaderos pensamientos bajo una capa de bromas. Se sentaron junto al fuego mientras bebían y disfrutaban el precioso atardecer, la noche pronto caería y con ella se llevaría a cabo la última fase de su plan.

Estaba en los brazos de su amigo, escuchándolo hablar sobre cómo preparar el malvavisco perfecto. Primero debía dorarse por todos lados, luego se lo sumergía en ron, se esperaba un minuto a que absorbiera todo el alcohol y luego te lo comías sin respirar. Para su suerte, no bebió lo suficiente; a pesar de las quejas de su acompañante para que no se separa de su abrazo, debía buscar a Flitch.

—Abandona el plan, quédate aquí y sigamos divirtiéndonos. — Suplicó sin soltar su mano.

—Sabes que mi misión es meterme en serios problemas.

—Podemos hacer eso luego.

—Jae...

—¿Por favor? — Hizo su mejor cara de un perrito siendo abandonado en la lluvia. No le conmovió lo suficiente como para tirar su esfuerzo por la borda.

—Volveré pronto.

Se transformó en gato, se infiltró en los pasillos de Hogwarts y encontró al squib en la Gran Escalera. Lanzó un chillido amenazante a la gata, provocando que quisiera iniciar una pelea; la obligó a perseguirla, y así Flitch las siguió pisándole los talones.

—¡Atrapa a ese gato, Señora Norris!

Los manipuló para que se acercaran cada vez más a la fiesta en el Lago Negro, perdió de vista a sus perseguidores y esperó. Norris saltó a los brazos de su dueño, y ambos se quedaron en el lugar intentando captar los sonidos de la lejanía; volvió a su forma natural, sacó su varita y apuntó a los zapatos de Flitch.

El anciano conserje salió volando con un estruendo, aferrado a su gato. De sus elegantes zapatos salieron disparadas chispas de diferentes colores; corrió en dirección a la fiesta, todos estaban asombrados con el hombre volador y lo vieron caer en el agua cuando sus zapatos explotaron. A lo lejos vio a Jae activando los cohetes que reventaron en luces de diferentes colores, los restos del estallido tomaron las formas más fantásticas. Un centauro de luz comenzó a lanzar flechas hacia los globos, nadie sabía que éstos estaban rellenos de pintura y espuma; se lo tomaron bastante bien. Sirvió para animar aún más la fiesta.

Finalmente se relajó, Flitch no nadaría a su oficina porque se encargó de que apareciera en la habitación más pequeña y recóndita del colegio, estaría encerrado hasta el amanecer para que no fuese corriendo a acusarlos.

Tomó una botella de whisky de fuego, dejó que el líquido bajara por su garganta y nublara sus sentidos. Logró reunir tiempo, el suficiente para poder buscar a “El Autor”. Sus poderes de animago no serían utilizados únicamente para hacer bromas, se infiltraría para revelar la identidad de esa fuerza maligna a cualquier costo.

Su amigo contrabandista se acercó corriendo a ella. Cubierto de pintura y espuma, en su mano traía una botella vacía.

—¡Fue increíble! Al principio todos estaban asustados, y luego estaban gritando por más. Pasarás a la historia, esta noche es épica. — Realmente estaba orgullosa de su desastre, no le importó estar multicolor por la explosión, pasó sus brazos alrededor de su cuello y le dirigió una mirada confidente. Fue como si sus ojos entendieran a la perfección el mensaje, soltó la botella y sus manos abrazaron sus caderas.

Era lo más parecido a libertad que sintió en mucho tiempo, la boca de Jae era un manjar exótico que nunca pensó en probar. Se sentía increíble, asumió que así se sentía besar por voluntad propia y sin ser coaccionada; era una droga de la que necesitaba más o sino se volvería loca. Era pasional, salvaje y descontrolado, toda la música y los estudiantes enfiestados ya no existían.

Se apreciaba bastante bien tener el control, le provocaba placer no estar encadenada a su historia cliché de amor. Siempre se divertía con Jae, ¿podía besarlo por esa razón tan poco relevante? Claro que sí, y lo haría cuantas veces quisiera.

Se separaron para poder estabilizar sus respiraciones, él pasó una mano por su rostro para acariciar su mejilla. Su rostro se veía precioso con la combinación de pinturas que se mezclaban con la suavidad de su piel, el fuego y las estrellas resaltaban el brillo de sus ojos.

—Tengo que irme un momento. — Susurró MC. — Volveré para buscarte y continuar con esto.

Recorrió la multitud de personas, en busca de dos individuos particulares a quienes vio charlar alegremente a la vez que compartían un mismo vaso de bebida. A pesar de su sorpresa y quejas, tomó a ambos de la mano para llevarlos al bosque, nadie los vería al estar tan concentrados en la fiesta. Besó primero a Charlie y luego a Barnaby, se mordió el labio con entusiasmo al verlos besarse entre ellos; dejó que las manos de ambos viajaran por todo su cuerpo, no podía mantener su mente concentrada en un solo toque. Tomó la mano del chico gryffindor para que juntos pudieran sentir la entrepierna dura del slytherin, se puso de rodillas y Charlie la imitó, con lentitud bajó la cremallera del pantalón, Barnaby apoyó su espalda contra un árbol.

Era celestial, que ambos pasaran su lengua sobre el miembro de Lee era como saborear el poder. Se detenían de vez en cuando para besarse, luego continuaban su trabajo de seguir lamiendo, masajeando y succionando. Ambos se escuchaban tan obscenos, a kilómetros se notaba cuanto lo estaba disfrutando Charlie; dejó de atender a Barnaby para dejarle marcas en el cuello al chico pecoso, susurró en su oído:

—Quiero ver cómo te lo tragas. — Sintió como algo húmedo aparecía entre sus piernas, por un momento temió empapar la parte baja de su traje de baño. Era increíble verlo mover su boca para intentar ocupar toda su longitud, pasó su mano sobre la erección de su sumiso chico ¿tanto le excitó ser observado mientras daba sexo oral? Siguió provocándolo con su toque, pronto ambos chicos acabarían. —No te contengas, Barny. Déjalo salir...

Juraba a Merlín que casi tuvo un orgasmo con sólo verlo llenar la boca de Charlie, ¿por qué se sentía tan bien? Besó a ambos una última vez antes de excusarse diciendo que tenía una urgencia que atender. La verdadera emergencia estaba palpitando en su entrepierna, no era normal experimentar una descarga de adrenalina tan grande; no conocía el origen de su creciente adicción a ser la dueña de su propio placer, creyó haber enterrado esas ansias hace años.

Escuchó gritos de diversión, un grupo de séptimo año estaba en ronda y tal parece que estaban jugando verdad o reto. En medio de la ronda, el Chico Leviosa imitaba a un stripper. Bill Weasley los observaba sentado en una mesa de campo, quizás su instinto protector seguía activo o sólo quería reírse un rato. Dio un golpecito en su hombro con la intención de que volteara a verla.

—¿Vigilando, Weasley?

—Alguien tiene que asegurar que no cometan una estupidez. — Sintió que sus ojos se quedaron pegados a su atuendo un poco más de lo necesario. — Como sea, ¿qué haces aquí?

Se sentó en la mesa, dándole la espalda al grupo de séptimo y le hizo una seña para se colocara frente a ella. Lo acercó a su cuerpo, admirando gracias a la cercanía su torso desnudo.

—Tócame.

Él rio, echando una mirada rápida al grupo distraído

—No lo haré, no estás lista.

—Estoy lista, Bill. Tengo plena confianza en ti, sólo quiero una probada de lo que realmente puedes hacer. — Tomó la mano de su compañero de aventuras, y le dio un pase libre para que la tocara. Sus dedos tomaron confianza, deslizándose entre la piel húmeda; él se inclinó, sus labios rozando su oreja le dieron un cosquilleo por todo su cuerpo.

—Asegúrate de no hacer ruido, recuerda que detrás de ti tienes a todos los estudiantes de septimo año. — Un dedo se introdujo dentro de ella, era mil veces mejor que la vez que se tocó sola en el baño de prefectos. Estaba muy mojada lo que facilitó su intromisión, podía sentir como sus paredes internas se derretían ante su toque, por poco suelta un gemido al sentir el segundo dedo tuvo que aferrarse a los hombros de William. — Veo que tienes problemas para seguir mis instrucciones, ¿te vas a portar mal?

—¿Las niñas mal portadas son tu fetiche? — Su mano se movió con más fuerza, empujando zonas sensibles que no había notado hasta ese día; sus dedos se arquearon dentro de ella y su velocidad no disminuyó, estaba a punto de llegar a un punto sin retorno. Sentía una seguridad abrazadora, no temía que él fuera un imbécil aprovechador; quizá fue esa sensación de protección lo que la ayudó a llegar al orgasmo. Sintió su rostro hervir cuando sacó su mano y lamió sus dedos, no le quitó la vista de encima con esos ojos cargados de lujuria.

—Ahí tienes tu “probada”.

Percatarse de su faceta oculta le impresionó, jamás tuvo la oportunidad de apreciar ese lado de su personalidad. Él le sonrió antes de volver a su lugar habitual; con las piernas temblando, volvió con Jae.

—¿Crees que tu sala común esté vacía?

Efectivamente lo estaba, pero no creyó que fuera por conveniencia de la trama. No se sentía ligada a la historia, estaban en la cama del gryffindor con las cortinas cerradas para evitar que alguien husmee; él prometió que estaban encantadas diciendo “guardo toneladas de dinero y productos aquí, nadie puede entrar ni tocar nada mientras cerremos las cortinas”. Era natural, estar desnudos y besándose en plena oscuridad, con el silencio absorbente de un colegio inactivo.

—¿Estás preparada? — El murmullo de Jae se sentía cómplice, tan significativo.

—Lo estoy, Jae. Llegó el momento.

—Uno, dos...

—¡Tres! ¡Piedra, papel o tijera!

—¡Piedra, papel o tijera!

—¡Gané! — Festejó MC. — Tendrás que hacer esto a mi manera, perdedor.

—¿Y cuál es tu manera?

—No quiero cumplir fantasías, quiero algo calmado y normal. Sé dulce o muérete. — Dijo con tranquilidad.

—Honestamente esperaba que me pidieras algo peor, supongo que al ser tu primera vez...

—No soy virgen, me lo quité yo misma.

—Pero es tu primera vez con un chico.

—Tuve ciertas experiencias, aunque nunca me metieron un pene así que...

—Pequeños asuntos que no vale la pena discutir cuando estoy sintiendo que mi pene va a explotar, podemos charlar sobre la moralidad de la virginidad en otro momento. — Volvió a besarla, inclinándola sobre el colchón. Se separó unos segundos para abrir sus piernas, posicionando su hombría en su entrada. — ¿Lista?

—Lista.

“El Autor” no había podido prever nada de lo que ocurrió esa noche, de igual manera se rendía a perder la partida. Pronto la tomaría con la guardia baja, y ese sería su momento de actuar. El infierno se desataría, y los sentimientos terminarían involucrados, ya sean buenos o malos.

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