Me: So you're a Harry Potter fan?!

Them: Yes but I hate Snape.

Me:

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"Favorite time you got called ruthless?" 

"When Keefe decided it was a good idea to try and play UNO against Biana and chess against me at the same time, and I purposefully went out of my way to crush him, and he waxed improvised poetry about how mean we were." 

Narcissa Elladora Black

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”

black coffee and old books. libraries full of books. old sheet music resting on a piano. classical music. rainy afternoons. lazy mornings tangled together in the sheets. breakfast in bed. pressing flowers. pink satin pointe shoes hanging from a barre. delicate, beautiful flowers that can kill you. the perfect little doll. a bird in a gilded cage.

~BIOGRAPHY~

TW: eating disorders

Years after Andromeda was born, Cygnus and Druella Black were surprised to find themselves expecting another child, contrary to the Healer’s insistence that Druella would not be able to bear another child. Despite the surprise, they allowed themselves to believe that the Fates were allowing them one more chance at an heir. Narcissa was born into the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black with the expectation that she was going to be the long-awaited son Cygnus and Druella Black had so far failed to conceive. When the disappointing news that they had once again borne a girl was delivered, Druella’s reaction was, “Well, at least she’s beautiful. That can be used to our advantage.” Growing up, Narcissa’s beauty was always the first, and usually the only thing, anyone noticed about her. Of course, there was talk about Narcissa’s unusual colouring; blonde hair was unheard of in the Black family, and her looks were anything but those of the Blacks. To her mother, she was nothing but a valuable asset to be pawned off to the highest bidder in exchange for social rank; Druella knew her daughter’s unusual beauty would land her a perfect match with one of the higher ranking Sacred Twenty-Eight families. Druella was strict with Narcissa, and instilled impossible beauty standards in her that she did not force upon her other two daughters. And her father wasn’t home often enough to protect her. Or at all, really.

By the time she was 8 years old, her mother had all but beaten the ideals of a perfect Pureblood wife into her. “The best pureblood wife is beautiful, elegant,” her mother told her during one of their many etiquette lessons, “Demure, but strong. Intelligent, but never outwardly. She is never to appear more intelligent than her husband. You must be beyond perfect, my petal. Perfect is what ensnares the best. And you were born only for the best. You must not show a single flaw, or the spell will break. You must be compliant and appealing; only then will you be able to manipulate a man into doing whatever you wish.” Druella began talking about how wonderful it would be to have a match between a Malfoy and a Black, two of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses. Though she was nowhere near the age for her parents to even be considering a marriage contract, Narcissa suddenly found herself to be the subject of the marriage negotiations being discussed between her mother and Mrs. Malfoy. She had thought, since Lucius Malfoy was closer in age to her older sister Andromeda, that the negotiations would involve the two of them. The Malfoys, however, had requested Narcissa, despite her young age. She looked, they insisted, like a Malfoy with her decidedly un-Black looks and colouring, and would fit the family perfectly. They would settle for nothing less than a girl who fit the Malfoy aesthetic perfectly. While conversations are in the works, there has been no agreed upon arrangement up to this point.

As she grew, a rare gift Narcissa possessed began to make itself known. She began to see things others couldn't, visions that often frightened or worried her. She told no one of the visions except her Grandfather Pollux, who told her she was experiencing visions that a Seer would often have. He called it a gift, but she considered it a curse and made him promise not to tell anyone. Always intent to keep the trust of his little Petal, Pollux took the secret to his grave. He did, however, insist on teaching her some skills to keep her secret safe. Legilimency and Occlumency. At the age of 10, Pollux handed her a few books on Legilimency and Occlumency from his own personal library, intent to support his granddaughter in keeping her secret––and ultimately keeping her safe. She told no one about this endeavour of hers, as she was tired of being lied to and spoken about without having any input on her life. She studied every book her grandfather gave her, discovering she had a natural aptitude for it. She practiced with him daily until it was time for her to go to school. By the time she was ready to go to Hogwarts, she had learned all she could from the few books she had at home. She went to Hogwawrts determined to learn more about it, along with Occlumency. If she was going to look into people’s minds to discover their intentions, she wanted to protect herself from people looking into her own mind.

Narcissa’s arrival at Hogwarts was somewhat tumultuous. Out of all the students in her year, her sorting took the longest, ending in a near 7-minute Hat Stall. She spent the time arguing with the Hat, pleading with it to put her in Slytherin where her family wanted her, though the Hat refused. She ended up in Ravenclaw, where the Hat said she truly belonged, and spent her first few nights terrified of how her parents would react to her sorting. Her parents, as expected, were less than pleased. But Ravenclaw at least was the second best House in their eyes. As the term went on, she began to feel at least some of her mother’s hold on her slip. Though she typically remained shy and fairly reserved, something which eventually earned her the title of Ice Queen as she grew older, Narcissa slowly came out of her shell little by little while in school. Despite her mother’s insistence that she not be seen as more intelligent than her future husband, Narcissa consistently received top grades in her classes. Her intelligence was one of her first small acts of rebellion towards her mother. 

Her mother’s influence didn’t dissipate entirely, however. Critical comments on her appearance would often continue over the Christmas or summer holidays, and finally a rather critical comment managed to take root in her mind. After her mother pointed out a fairly non-existent weight gain over the Christmas holidays of her second year, Narcissa began to watch what she was eating (despite the fact that she was already very small for her age and was still growing). This slowly developed into an obsession over her years at Hogwarts until it developed into a full eating disorder, which led to her hospitalisation in fifth year with Madame Pomfrey and multiple rounds of nutrient potions. The school matron started to take her under her wing, constantly mothering her and making sure she was eating.

During sixth year at Hogwarts, Narcissa developed a small crush on a boy she knew her parents would never approve of, a boy they would never allow her to marry. A Hufflepuff boy. A Muggleborn. It wasn’t until she was paired with him in NEWT level Potions in their sixth year that Narcissa even talked to this boy––Iain Stewart––for the first time. Unfortunately, getting to know him only deepened her crush on him. In another small act of rebellion, however, Narcissa allowed herself to spend time with him, usually under the guise of working on their Potions homework and projects together, or doing their assigned Prefect rounds together. Of course, she was always careful to disguise her true feelings for him when others were around. She fell in love with him completely by accident and against her better judgement.The relationship ended when Bellatrix discovered her writing to him over the summer between sixth and seventh year. It was the worst day of her life. Bellatrix threatened to tell their parents if she didn’t end it . . . and Narcissa knew Bellatrix had eyes at Hogwarts in the Slytherin girls. It hurt her to hurt him, but she did it to protect him. 

Seventh year brought with it many benefits, though it also included much inner turmoil, something that had started during her fifth year when professors began pulling students aside to ask what they would like to do in life. She knew what was expected of her as a Black, but she also knew it wasn’t what she wanted. The last thing she wanted was to spend the rest of her life as an accessory on some controlling, Pureblood husband’s arm. She wanted to be smart and desirable, and love who she wanted to love. She wanted to spend her life performing on the stage, but she also wanted to get a job that would show off her intelligence. Either way, she knew she would be going against her parents’ wishes for her. Her indecision about her future career led to her simply taking as many classes as she reasonably could, just to cover her bases. 

After she finished seventh year, she received an invitation to attend WADA, though her mother refused to let her, stating that it was "improper for a Pureblood girl to been seen selling her body on the stage," essentially telling her daughter she would be no better than a prostitute. Narcissa, though, didn’t want to just be a Pureblood trophy wife. She wanted to be something, to do something. What was the point of being smart if she couldn’t use it? She practically fought her parents to continue attending Hogwarts after seventh year, rather than going to finishing school. Despite the turmoil of her seventh year, she decided to go into Magical Law. If she couldn’t perform like she wanted to, perhaps she could at least do something where she could use her intelligence to help their world. 

Narcissa has always been perceived as cold and uncaring by others. The truth is that she feels everything far too deeply. The only way for her to deal with it at times is to try and compartmentalize, something she began to get more proficient with as she learned (and then eventually mastered) Occlumency. She wears a mask of indifference and perfection, when in reality she always feels as if her life is constantly falling apart at the seams.

She was raised to believe her family’s blood supremacist ideals, and she held onto them for a long time. They were challenged when she fell in love with a Iain Stewart in sixth year, and she continued to try and fight what she considered a belief that her family tried to control her with for years afterwards. When she was finally forced into an engagement with Lucius, she felt it as a failure of sorts. She had failed to get away like Andromeda and Sirius, and so now she may as well just embrace what the world believed her to be. The stuck up Ice Queen. The supportive future wife of an heir to one of the Sacred 28 families. Why try to dispute what people believe?

The Ice Queen persona became another sort of protection over the years. A protection from her family, and from everyone else in her family’s circle. A protection from the world. Why should she let anyone else see who she really was if they didn’t really care to truly know her? There had only ever been one person who had loved the true her, after all. How disappointed he would be to see what she had become. A shell of her true self.

~BASIC INFORMATION~

NAME: Narcissa Elladora Black

NICKNAMES: Cissa, although sometimes Cissy among her sisters.

FACECLAIM: Lucy Boynton

GENDER/PRONOUNS/SEXUALITY: Cis Woman, She/Her, Heterosexual

AGE & BIRTHDATE: 20 & 23 June 1958

FLUENT IN: English, French, Latin

CURRENTLY LIVING IN: Hogwarts (when in school); Oxfordshire, England – Black Manor (when not in school)

POSITIVE TRAITS: passionate, loyal, intelligent, insightful, sensitive

NEGATIVE TRAITS: very perfectionistic, anxious, cold, withdrawn or distant, self-critical

MBTI: INFJ-T

BAD HABITS: the occasional cigarette (a habit she picked up during school during periods of high stress and anxiety), picking at loose threads on clothing or the skin on the sides of nails, biting her lip

GUILTY PLEASURES: Red velvet cake with cream cheese icing

~WIZARDING INFORMATION~

HOUSE: Ravenclaw

YEAR: Tenth

STUDYING: Magical Law

WAND: Silver lime wood, phoenix feather, 11″, slightly swishy

PATRONUS: White Swan

BOGGART: Her mother and all the cruel criticisms she gave her daughter; it went much further than that, however. The boggart’s criticisms go beyond her mother’s, mentioning the numerous ways she had failed or was going to fail. 

AFFILIATION: Neutral (although she’s leaning towards sharing similar ideals to the Order)

~APPEARANCE~

HAIR: Pale blonde (closer to a pale strawberry blonde than white blonde), curls to her mid-back.

HEIGHT: 5′1″

BUILD: Slim

COMPLEXION: Fair, with a light dusting of freckles over her nose and cheeks

TATTOOS: None

SCARS: A scar on her left arm from where the kitten she got in her first year of Hogwarts scratched her when one of her roommates managed to spook her.

ANY OTHER IDENTIFYING MARK(S): She has a light birthmark on her left hipbone that ironically happens to look vaguely like a daffodil

~INTERESTS~

FAVOURITE FOOD: Red velvet cake, though she tends to be fairly picky about both how the cake is made and the cream cheese icing and will often end up making it herself

FAVOURITE MUSIC: Classical, opera, and she has developed an affinity for Spanish and classical guitar music 

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Pale pink, lavender, and robins egg blue

CLOTHING STYLE/PREFERENCES: Her clothing style tends towards something of a 1940s kind of style. You will never see her in pants, only ever dresses or skirts and blouses.

HOBBIES: Narcissa plays the piano, the cello, and the harp, though she will always say the harp and the cello are her favourite. She sings as well. Growing up, she did ballet, and was even recruited by the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts (WADA) after she graduated her seventh year at Hogwarts––she was unable to attend as her mother believed that “a pureblood girl should not be seen selling her body on the stage.” Is developing a fondness for baking, though she is absolutely horrible at cooking. She has quite the talent for Herbology, and keeps a secret garden back at her family’s manor that is her pride and joy.

LIKES: Dancing, reading on the hidden window seat in the library at Hogwarts, red wine, black coffee, daffodils

DISLIKES: Poor etiquette, her mother, Care of Magical Creatures (she found it far too dirty), getting dirty in general

It’s the 10 year anniversary of me meeting Chris Colfer how the FUCK am I so old

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Ridikkulis - (Remus Lupin x Reader) One Shot

Request: Hiii i Just read your Last Post for Secret smokes and Had an Idea. How about a oneshot of Professor Lupine x Student reader. Its time to learn the ridikkulus spell and its Readers Turn. When the boggart comes Out tho... Is a werewolf. Reader ist too scared to defend themselves and Lupine is too stunned to Help for a Moment. (Tw: blood Optional:) in that Split Second, the boggart werewolf attacks reader and it becomes a lil bloodY. Anything after that Scene IS Up to you <;3

TW: Blood, description of scars

Pairing: Professor! Remus Lupin x Student Reader

Word Count: 2458

A/N: Hello, I received this a while ago and finally got around to posting it, I’ve never written based on requests so I hope this is what you wanted. I’m sorry if I didn’t get it right. ❤️‍🔥 Also if you want to submit a request go ahead! It may take me while to get around to it but definitely it’s fun to do something based on other people’s ideas.

The thunder rumbled outside as you approached the defence against the dark arts classroom. The castle had a darker feeling to it this year with dementors circling the grounds but Professors Lupins lessons bought some positivity into your days. He was one of the few teachers at school that seemed to know what he was doing and his charisma made you feel warm and safe. Everyone loved his lessons. You didn't really know him well, but you wishes you did. You would often sit in class and think about what he must be really like outside of school, you imagined a friendly yet charismatic man with a hint of mischief.

As you entered his class the room looked almost dark from the clouds outside, Professor Lupin wasn't there when you arrived. Everyone sat down as usual, took out their books, quills and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as handsome as ever as he slowly took his jacket off and cleared his throat.

"Good afternoon," he said in a loud voice making the whole class go silent. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands."

Everyone smiled excitedly, Lupin was new but he already set a good impression as the teacher who let you use real magic. He made the lessons jump off the page. So everyone shut their books and stood right up as Lupin waved his hand causing all the tables and chairs to fly to the side of the room. "Now then, Oliver please will you give me a hand with that wardrobe over there." He gestured for Oliver Wood who nodded and helped Lupin push a large wooden wardrobe into the center of the room. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall."Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly, as a few people jumped backwards in alarm. "There's a Boggart in there." Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about but everyone trusted Lupin to keep them safe. "Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks - I once met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the Headmaster if the staff would leave it to give you some real practice. So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?" Lupin look around the room but no one put their hands up, you knew the answer but you didn't want to bring attention to yourself. Lupins eyes scanned the room and landed on you, he gave you a warm smile and you shook your head but his smile just grew larger as he said your name.

"It's a shape-shifter sir." You began with a quiet voice looming around the class as everyone turned to face you. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."

"Couldn't have put it better my-self," he said with a large smile on his face and a quick wink towards you. "So the Boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a Boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.This means, that we have a huge advantage over the Boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Miss L/N?"

Why did he have to pick on you every time. "Er - because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?" You guessed.

"Precisely, it's always best to have company when you're dealing with a Boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a Boggart make that very mistake - tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening." He got a few laughs from the class, loud ones from the group of girls who liked him most. "The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amus-ing.

“We will practise the charm without wands first. After me, please ... riddikulus!”

'Riddikulus!' said the class together.

 “Good,” said Pro­fes­sor Lupin. 'Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Jack.' He said picking on the most shy and scared boy in the class.

“Right, Jack,” said Pro­fes­sor Lupin putting his hand on the boys shoulder as he bought him to the front of the class. “First things first: what would you say is the thing that fright­ens you most in the world”

Jack’s lips moved, but no noise came out. “Didn't catch that, Jack, sor­ry,” said Pro­fes­sor Lupin cheer­ful­ly and gently. Jack explained it would be a spider and Lupin told him how a boy in a different class who was scared of spiders put roller blades on the legs so it was sliding around.

“If Jack is suc­cess­ful, the Bog­gart is like­ly to turn his at­ten­tion to each of us in turn,” said Professor Lupin. “I would like all of you to take a mo­ment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imag­ine how you might force it to look com­ical …’

The room went qui­et. You­ thought … What scared you most in the world? You thought about many things but the thing that won was a Werewolf. But how do you make that funny? You thought about turning it into a puppy, a little dog, not a big one, a big one if it bites you can still hurt you so it had to be something like a chihuahua.

“Ev­ery­one ready?” said Pro­fes­sor Lupin enthusiastically as he hit play on the record player.

“Jack, we’re go­ing to back away,’ said Pro­fes­sor Lupin. ‘Let you have a clear field, all right? I’ll call the next per­son for­ward … ev­ery­one back, now, so Jack can get a clear shot –“

Your whole class re­treat­ed, back­ing against the wall, leav­ing Jack alone be­side the wardrobe. He looked pale and fright­ened, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was hold­ing his wand ready.

“On the count of three, Jack,” said Pro­fes­sor Lupin, who was point­ing his own wand at the han­dle of the wardrobe. ‘One – two – three – now!’

A jet of sparks shot from the end of Pro­fes­sor Lupin’s wand and hit the door­knob. The wardrobe burst open and a ton of spiders crawled out followed by a huge one, sending shivers even down your spine. Jack backed away, his wand up, mouthing word­less­ly. “R-​r-​rid­diku­lus!” squeaked Jack. There was a noise like a whip-​crack. And the spiders were rolling around on roller blades.

There was a roar of laugh­ter; the Bog­gart paused, con­fused, and Pro­fes­sor Lupin shout­ed. “James! Your turn!” James walked forwards as commanded and the boggart shifted again, he did the spell and everyone laughed again. You were finding it quite enjoyable everyone was laughing and having fun every person in the line looked worried but you all managed to laugh. You almost forgot that you’ll have to face your fear too. Before you knew it, it was your turn, you walked up after a girl named Jasmine Floyd and you shot Lupin a glance as you were filled with anxiety and dread. He smiled at you and shot you a wink before looking at the Boggart that was in the air transforming, the room was filled with a light mood but you felt nothing but fear. A giant furry werewolf with blood all over its fur and giant teeth towered over you, blocking out any light from above. You suddenly felt so small as fear filled you body, you repeated Lupins words in your head, you pictured it as a small barking chihuahua at your feet, you repeated the spell in your mind, then you looked at Lupin before raising your wand… his face was filled with fear, any sense of laughter was gone, he was frozen starring up at the wolf as you were. You realised that maybe you won’t be able to defeat it, that’s when you tried to say the spell but you felt yourself being pushed down to the floor. As you hit the floor a sharp pain shot through your arm, the wolf was above you, that’s when Lupin threw himself in front of you. “Rid­diku­lus!” He shouted as a white orb appeared over you. “Everyone, class is over, please leave.” He shouted as he kneeled over you. You looked around at all the students who were looking at you, their faces not too unalike Lupins when he was looking at the wolf, Lupin was looking at you, saying words. His hands had blood all over them as he moved them wrapping his blazer around you. “I’m so sorry,” was the only thing you could make. He looked so nice above you, you thought and that’s when you felt yourself being lifted. “Stay with me.” You heard him repeat as you walked through the corridor. “In your room?” You asked, curious of if he’s flirting with you. He laughed but his face was filled with dread. “I’m glad you still have a sense of humour Miss L/N.” He said and after that you felt your head feel very light and fuzzy before everything went black.

You felt a bit woozy as you woke up, you were sweating, you opened your eyes and you realised you’re in the hospital wing, it was dark. Your eyes scanned the room as you slowly looked around to see Professor Lupin sleeping next to you on a chair with a book in his lap. You didn’t say anything as you moved around trying to understand what happened and that’s when he came to. “Y/N? Oh thank Merlin. Poppy! Poppy Y/N awake.” He said a bit too loudly for the middle of the night.

“I told you she’ll be fine, Remus, you never listen.” Madam Pomfrey said as she came over to your bed. “You’ve still got a fever darling, you’ll have to sleep here tonight, how are you feeling?”

“I have a sharp pain in my left side.” You said trying to sit up, Professor Lupin had almost puppy dog eyes as he looked down at you, he seemed worried you weren’t sure why. “What happened?” You asked as Madam Pomfrey walked away to get some pain relief potion.

“It’s my fault I’m awfully sorry, the Boggaart it got close enough to hurt you. It was a..it was a werewolf.” You never heard this tone of voice on Lupin he sounded hurt and defeated, almost like the life was drained out of him by a demantour. “Horrible creatures, it happened so quickly, it got to you before I managed to stop it, I’m so awfully sorry. Madam Pomfrey said the cut shouldn’t scar you’ll be okay. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is, I should’ve stopped it, horrible creatures. All they do is hurt people, I froze for a moment, I am your teacher I shouldn’t have allowed it.” He said angry at himself.

“You know they’re innocent people.” You said gently.

“Who?”

“The wolves, I don’t appreciate you calling them horrible creatures, they’re just sick, like I am right now.” You said and Lupins expression became hard to read.

“But it hurt you, and you fear it, how come you’re so forgiving.”

“Well a boggart hurt me not a real wolf. Besides I think you can be scared but understand it. You or I could be bit by one, and our lives would change forever that’s what I’m scared of, I’m scared of what would happen to me, unlike a dog attack a wolf attack makes people look down on you, call them stuff like a kind man like you even said. Don’t you find that terrifying professor?” You asked and he had a small warm smile.

“You’re very smart for your age. I found it terrifying to have a students blood on my hands first week on the job.” He said and you laughed but it hurt to laugh. He held your hand as you were hit by the pain. “I’m awfully sorry, that’s the last time I make the mistake of a practical lesson.”

“Professor as a student who bled all over your floor I beg you not to stop these lessons, it’s the only fun we have at Hogwarts. Maybe some safety shields would help.” You said and he squeezed your hand and have you a warm smile.

“Duly noted.” He said and shot you a wink as Madam Pomfrey came back with a potion.

“Please sit up for me love, this will help stop the pain and prevent any scars.” She said as you sat up slowly, Lupin helping adjust the pillow below you.

“Shame, I like the battle scar, I defeated a werewolf and lived to tell the story.” Lupin cleaned his throat. “I think I defeated it.” He said making you laugh.

“Yeah but I’m the one with the battle scar.” You winked at him and he laughed in truth this time, with one hand on your shoulder to comfort you as you drank the disgusting potion as if he knew exactly how bad it will taste.

“Professor, I believe this young girl will be okay now that she’s woken up you do not have to spend all night here.” Pomfrey said as she took the empty vial from you.

“Thank you Poppy, but I prefer to stay just in case, this is all my fault after all.” He said looking over you warmly, you appreciated his company. As Pomfrey walked away you turned to him and asked him what he was reading, he told you the name of the book and you asked if he could read it out loud. He agreed and just like that you drifted to sleep, Remus J Lupins voice washing you into sweet slumber as your head rested on his shoulder. Remus felt comfort being by your side, he was relived you were okay and truly amazed by the lack of hate you had for the creature that nearly killed you. The creature you were sleeping so peacefully on.

MASTER LIST | Remus Lupin x Reader series

Requests are open however they will be slow as I'm busy writing Secret Smokes!

Julia Quinn - Luna’s Mother 🌸🌷

Name: Julia Quinn

Age: 28

Nickname: Jules

Birthday: May 6th

Personality: Julia is a bubbly person and loves to chat. Julia presents herself well either wearing mum clothing or a successful business woman. Julia does worry as a natural mum would. Julia is kind and caring towards anyone but if anyone hurts her friends or family, you’ll wish you never done anything to them.

Powers: Julia doesn’t have any powers but with her knowledge of science, she has been making weapons to help defend herself and the avengers (she recently joined and works along side bruce)

Family:

- Mary - Julia’s Mother

- Keith - Julia’s Father

Sexuality: No label, Experiments to find out who she really is.

Facts about Julia: Julia has been searching ever since for her daughter Luna Marsh. After she was sent back to earth after being unconscious she didn’t have her baby which killed her. Julia searched far and wide and tried to get back but she never managed to but she never gave up. She used her science degree and made an application to the avengers tower, that would be her best shot. She’s been working there for a bit under a different last name. Before she was married to hades, he was a changed man but she was wrong and fooled. Her parents are the kindest parents she could ask for. They know they have a grandchild but they have faith julia will find them.

Face Claim: Lauren Graham.

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Hope yall like her!🥺💖

Ridikkulus

Hogwarts Mystery stuff

Somehow, the Ridikkulus-ed boggarts are more frightening than they were before, lol.

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Spoken like a true Gryffindor.

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Why are the Abraxans so enormous?!

~~~~~ I love that they keep acknowledging the giant sandwiches.

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Penny flirting with thin air.

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I know, Barnaby, you’re why I have to make antidotes every single class. Also, look at my hand! Yikes!

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Rowan. Why are you referring to yourself in the third person.

Ahahahahah I didn't think I'd get this posted today, but I DID!

Chapter five, suckaaaaas

To celebrate, please enjoy the magical queer charity t-shirt slogans that didn't make the cut, with eternal gratitude to @elskanellis @boxboxlewis @myrtlefics @melociraptor and all those not on Tumblr as well

- Muggleborns do it both ways

- It's not the size of the wand; it’s what you do with it

- Staircases don’t define my gender

- Be gay punch death eaters

- Doesn’t need to use Accio to find it

- Alohomora the closet

- Homophobia is Ridikkulus

- Muggleborn this way

- Literally just a Phoebe Bridgers shirt

3ª aula de DCAT

Quando entrei na sala de DCAT, já encontrei a professora ali, trançando seu cabelo distraidamente. Ocupei uma das carteiras mais na frente da sala e perdi alguns segundos admirando o cabelo todo colorido. Já tinha aprendido que alguns bruxos podiam mudar sua aparência só pensando nisso e adorava que vários usavam esse poder para trocar a cor do cabelo nas cores mais incríveis. Ainda estava pensando nisso, imaginando que cores eu teria no meu cabelo se pudesse mudá-lo quando quisesse, quando a professora levantou-se para iniciar a aula. Ela começou explicando sobre bruxos das trevas que se aliavam a criaturas para aterrorizar o mundo mágico. Ela pediu exemplos para os alunos e como resposta ouviu sobre lobisomens, trasgos e outras criaturas que já tinha ouvido em histórias de terror. A professora então informou que hoje enfrentaríamos um bicho-papão, que tomava a forma do nosso maior medo. Vários alunos ao meu redor pareciam preocupados, mas eu apenas fiquei pensativa. Eu não conseguia pensar em nada que pudesse ser Meu Maior Medo™. Claro que tinha alguns medos, como todo mundo. Medo de me machucar, medo que alguma coisa ruim acontecesse comigo ou alguém que eu gostasse… Mas nada consistente, como cobras, aranhas, palhaços… Sem saber qual era o meu maior medo ficava difícil torná-lo engraçado, então silenciosamente segui a professora e o resto da turma para a sala de práticas. No centro da sala havia um grande baú, onde a professora informou que estava o tal bicho papão. Ela pediu que formássemos uma fila para enfrentarmos a criatura e eu lentamente ocupei uma das últimas posições, esperando que até lá tivesse descoberto qual era o meu maior medo. Um a um, os alunos a minha frente na fila foram enfrentando o bicho-papão. Vi zumbis, cobras, um lobisomem, fantasmas… todos eles me assustavam, mas nada que me fizesse querer sair correndo aos berros. De repente a fila à minha frente havia desaparecido e eu era a próxima. A professora abriu o baú para mim e eu nem tinha a varinha em mãos, mas estava tão ocupada em ver o que ia sair dali que nem notei. Não sei como os dois cabiam ali, mas os dois garotos de Durmstrang que me perseguiram por todo o tempo que estudei lá saíram de dentro do baú. Eles pareciam bem maiores do que eu me lembrava e simplesmente pararam na minha frente, de braços cruzados, com aquele sorriso hostil que sempre tinham no rosto. Esperei que eles dissessem alguma coisa ou tentassem me atacar, mas ele só ficaram ali, me julgando silenciosamente, com aquele sorriso debochado. Eu não tinha vontade se sair correndo aos berros, mas o olhar dos dois deixavam claro que estavam planejando alguma coisa de ruim. - Psiu! A varinha! - alguém soprou a dica pra mim. Tateei os bolsos até encontrar minha varinha que apontei desajeitadamente para os dois. Não conseguia imaginar como fazer os dois parecerem engraçados. Lentamente os dois vieram na minha direção, ameaçadores. Sem querer deixar eles chegarem mais perto, recuei, tropeçando nos alunos que estavam atrás de mim na fila. - Ri… Ridikkulus! - gaguejei o feitiço, mesmo sem ter pensado no que tornaria os dois em algo engraçado. O feitiço não fez efeito nenhum e os dois continuaram avançando. Foi nesse momento que a professora resolveu intervir, entrando na minha frente e ela mesma enfrentando o bicho papão e o empurrando de volta para dentro do baú. A turma toda ficou quieta enquanto eu me afastava para o fundo da sala. Agora que não havia mais ameaça nenhuma, sentia meu rosto esquentando, envergonhada por não ter conseguido enfrentar a criatura. Os últimos alunos continuaram enfrentando o bicho papão e o única que falhou além de mim foi uma menina que viu os pais mortos e começou a chorar tão desesperadamente que precisou sair da sala. Eu apenas sentei num canto até o final da aula, me sentindo ridícula demais, até para tentar uma segunda vez. Quando todos tinham feito a atividade (ou desistido), a professora dispensou a turma e veio me avisar que poderia pensar no assunto e voltar em algum dia durante a semana para tentar novamente a atividade. Concordei silenciosamente, sabendo que voltaria quantas vezes fosse necessário, até que eu aprendesse era o feitiço. Ainda revoltada que as duas pessoas que me incomodaram tanto mas agora nunca mais precisaria ver na minha vida eram o que mais me dava medo, deixei a sala.

em 2020-10-01

never forget 😌 this is probably the day i learned how to tell when my boss has their crazy eyes on high beam. then i think, “ah it’s gonna be one of those days”.

"'When the Boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape,' said Lupin.

'And you will raise your wand – thus – and cry “Riddikulus” – and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes.

If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture-topped hat, that green dress, that big red handbag.'"

All my fears can be distilled down to what’s in my head, and so my boggart would be myself.

hey did one of you drop your pretty nature lady into my oddly lit cave?

kotlc art taglist:

@bronte-deserves-better @imaramennoodle @thisbluewind @theofficialkai517 @ruewen-and-rising @thesandsofdawn @crumpledwitchfeet @ascendant-queen @axels-corner @loverofallthingssmart @silveny-dreams @girlofmanyfandoms @enbies-and-felonies @impostertamsong @sofia-not-sophie @alabestrine @keefes-hairgel @fanartofthelostcities @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat @a-lonely-tatertot @cosmogyral-cleo @meg-doodles @dragonwinnie-kotlc @anaccidentwaitingtohappen @maglorslostsilmaril @even-if-in-another-time @crazedfangirl14 @callas-pancake-tree @katniss-elizabeth-chase @wolfstar-being-ridikkulus @thefoxysnake @florida-preposterously @fandomsareforlife @deulalune @just-a-honey-badger

Click here for the picture in full resolution. A lot of details look blurry when I upload on Tumblr...

Hi Folks! 🍀

Did I actually draw some new pic...? It seems so ahah.

Happy St Partick's Day!🍀

I came across @severusish #snaintpatricksday tag and the prompt "Felix Felicis" (which is the one for today, March 17th) inspired me. I know I didn't take part for any other prompt of the challenge, but I hope it can be considered my only contribution. ♡

I immediately thought about drawing young Severus, because I obviously wanted green on my palette. Green is my favorite color, but I felt more comfortable blending it with yellow as I didn't want to make something too aquatic or blueish. I had more trouble with choosing the style that would fit the best. At first, I wanted to make an illustration that somehow looked like the one I did last december with Severus and Lily picking flowers in the woods.

Obviously, it didn't turn exactly the way I intended. I used ink anyway, what I don't do systematically. As I'm just done coloring it, I don't know how to feel about the result just yet. Lol. Only time will tell.

I know there are a lot of parts I didn't get correctly tho. I wasn't using references for the position so...

I hope you'll like it despite its many flaws! 🍀

Why is Severus brewing Felix Felicis anyway? Does he intend to undertake some especially challenging business?

(I hope it has nothing to do with Dark stuff...)

Ps: I made a sketch for the prompt "Ridikkulus". I didn't developp it by lack of time, but maybe I'll do something out of it. ;) I didn't combine the two prompts this time, I initially wanted but it would have been too messy.