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workofthediesel · 3 years

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Something with marcia + sarah being friends/Literally Just Nice To Each Other For Once (or smth angsty w marcia,, maybe both) combined

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Sarah sat in her sitting room, her hands clenched awkwardly in her lap. She was used to having people over for tea—back when the kids were still kids, Sally Mullin would be over once a week for a cup and some gossip, and even now they kept up the tradition, moving from her cluttered room in the Ramblings to her equally cluttered sitting room in the Palace. But it wasn;t the familiar and friendly Sally sat across from Sarah now; it was none other than Madam Marcia Overstrand.

Marcia was perched on the edge of the sofa, looking every bit as uncomfortable as Sarah was. She was holding one of Sarah’s old mugs in her hands--like everything in the sitting room, the mug was something the Heaps had brought with them from their old life in the Ramblings. It was old and chipped, but Sarah was too sentimental to let it go.

Silence was thick between them, neither one of them knowing what to say. They were only here on Septimus’s request. After he’d heard about the disaster that had led to Sarah getting trapped in the Palace in the middle of the Darke Domaine, he had insisted they learn how to at least be civil to each other. He didn’t want his own family--and here he’d hurriedly added “and Marcia,” almost as if he was correcting himself--constantly at odds with each other.

Sarah had been indignant at first. The argument had had nothing to do with her. It was all Macia’s fault for barging in and barking orders without explaining anything. But Septimus quickly shot her down, telling her that Marcia had been trying to explain, and that while Marcia may have to learn how to talk to people better, Sarah had to learn how to listen. Sarah didn’t have a come back for that and she shut her mouth, listening in stunned silence as Septimus told her that Marcia would be over for tea the next afternoon and he expected them to both at least try to get along.

So here they were now, crammed into Sarah’s tiny sitting room, waiting until Marcia finished her tea so she could leave. They’d tell Septimus that the afternoon was a success and then they’d never have to do it again.

A loud quack from behind the couch shattered the silence in the room. Ethel waddled out from where she’d been napping and made a beeline for Sarah’s feet. Without a moment’s hesitation, Sarah scooped her up and pulled her into her lap, wrapping her arms around her.

“I see that duck is still as enamored with you as ever,” Marcia said. They were the first words either of them had spoken since she’d arrived.

“Her name is Ethel,” Sarah told her snappily.

“Right, Ethel. Of course,” Marcia said. “I remember that now.” The silence resumed for a few moments, and Sarah hoped that that meant it would be the end of the conversation, but Marcia continued, “Did you make that coat for her yourself?”

“Of course I did!” Sarah said, arranging Ethel to be more comfortable in her lap. “The poor dear doesn’t have any feathers, how else is she supposed to keep warm?”

Marcia nodded, taking another moment to choose her words. “It’s very… dedicated of you to take such good care of her.”

“Hmph. Well, someone has to do it. She can’t just be left to fend for herself.”

“Of course not,” Marcia agreed. Sarah suspected that she was thinking that it might have been better off for everyone if Ethel had been left to fend for herself in the Darke Domaine, but she at least had the sense not to mention it. Instead, she changed the subject. “Where’s Silas?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sarah said. “Out somewhere looking for those silly game pieces of his.”

“Ah, yes,” Marcia said knowingly. “The Counters.”

“That game has completely taken over his life--and mine, too,” Sarah complained. “It’s all he ever talks about anymore.”

“It’s a rather childish game,” Marcia said. “Fitting, I suppose, that he likes it so much, but I can’t imagine there’s that much to talk about.”

Sarah shook her head. “You’d be wrong about that. Every conversation with him now turns into how he’s wondering where all those pieces slipped off to, how they’re doing, if they’ve gone completely feral or if he might be able to get them back. On top of that, he has all these big plans for creating a Castle Counter-Feet League and hosting all these competitions at the Palace. He’s even been writing books about the wretched thing.”

“Books?” Marcia echoed, sounding shocked.

“Well, pamphlets, I suppose. All about strategies and tips for training and how to build your set. He spends all his spare time working on them. I think he hopes to get them properly published. Even I don’t know how many he’s written.”

There were a few seconds when Marcia didn’t know how to respond. Eventually she settled on, “Well, at least he’s passionate about something.”

“Yes,” Sarah agreed reluctantly, “I suppose it’s better than him sitting around like a lump on a log, but couldn’t he have gotten passionate about something useful? If he’d had this much dedication to his studies years ago, he would have been the ExtraOrdinary Wizard.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Sarah bit her tongue. For a second she had forgotten who she was talking to. She was sure Marcia was about to blow up on her, and Septimus would be so disappointed in her for failing him on his plan. She was wondering if she should apologize just to smooth things over--and if that would even work--but Marcia was already talking.

“He didn’t give up his Apprenticeship because he didn’t care about it,” she said. “He gave it up for you. You and the boys.”

“I know he felt bad about spending so much time at work,” Sarah said, “but if he put his mind to it like he does to this game, he could have--”

“No,” Marcia cut her off, shaking her head. “It wasn’t about the time he spent away from home. At least, not entirely. Alther told me that he backed out of his Apprenticeship because he was starting his Darke Week?”

“Darke Week?”

“It’s something unique to ExtraOrdinary Apprenticeships. The ExtraOrdinary Wizard needs to have a much better knowledge of the Darke than Ordinary Wizards do, so during their Apprenticeships, they spend quite a bit of time studying the Darke. It all adds up to a big project with the Apprentice undertaking some Darke task to prove they can responsibly and safely incorporate some of the Darke into their studies. It’s a very big deal in ExtraOrdinary Apprenticeships. Anyway, Alther told me that Silas gave up his Apprenticeship when they got to the lessons about the Darke. At first I thought it was because he was too afraid of the Darke to continue, but Alther told me it was because of you and the boys at home.”

“Me?” Sarah echoed.

Marcia nodded. “He was so worried that something Darke might follow him home, and he didn’t want to risk putting you and the boys in danger.”

“Oh,” Sarah said after a few moments. She didn’t know how else to respond. She’d never held Silas giving up his ExtraOrdinary Apprenticeship against him, but she did privately think that if he had just put in a little more effort, they could have been a lot better off than they were. Not that she was ever unhappy with him in the Ramblings, but life there wasn’t exactly easy with seven kids and just one salary. But knowing that him stepping down from his Apprenticeship wasn’t him being lazy but was a move to keep his family safe…

Marcia was watching her quietly. “Did he really never tell you?”

Sarah shook her head.

“Well, I suppose that makes sense. The Darke Week isn’t really something ExtraOrdinary Apprentices are supposed to talk about.”

“Will Septimus have to do this Darke Week?” Sarah asked nervously.

“He’s already done it. And passed with flying colors, I should add. Not that I ever expected anything different.”

Sarah nodded in agreement. Septimus truly had skill like no other when it came to his Magyk.

They slipped back into silence for a minute before Marcia set her mug down on the table and stood up. “I should be going now,” she said briskly. “Thank you for the tea, Sarah, it was lovely.”

“Of course.” Sarah stood as well to show Marcia to the door. “Thank you for coming, I had a wonderful time as well.” The words were routinely polite, but Sarah was surprised to find that they weren’t entirely untrue.

Marcia carefully picked her way across the sitting room to the door Sarah was holding open for her, watching the floor to make sure she didn’t accidentally step in any of the piles of duck poo that were laying about. When she made it to the safety of the hallway she picked up her usual speed, her cloak billowing out behind her as she made her way down the hall.

Sarah stood watching her from the doorway. Before Marcia could turn the corner and disappear completely, Sarah called out to her on impulse. “Marcia?”

Marcia stopped, turning back to Sarah. The impatient expression Sarah would have expected to see on her face was nowhere to be found.

Sarah felt a little unsure about was she was about to say, but she said it anyway. “Simon’s wedding is coming up. I’m sure you already knew that because Septimus will need the day off to attend, but… It would mean a lot to us if you came as well.”

The shock that initially crossed Marcia’s features was, perhaps, deserved. She and the Heaps had never quite seen eye-to-eye, and it wasn’t a secret that any event of theirs she attended was because of how important she was to Septimus. But the wedding was Simon’s special day, and no one had discussed whether or not to invite Marcia. But Sarah knew that inviting Marcia was the right thing to do. Septimus would want her there, Simon would want her there, and surprisingly, Sarah found out that she wanted her there.

In just a second, Marcia schooled her features back into an impassive mask. “It would be my pleasure,” she said evenly, but Sarah could hear the notes of genuine happiness that were trying to sneak through into her voice.

With that, Marcia turned on her heel and strode off down the hall, fighting to keep a smile at bay. Behind her, in the sitting room, Sarah was doing the same.

#septimus heap #sh #sh fanfic #sarah heap #marcia overstrand #magyk #thanks for the ask!#anon tag

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lockhart-imagines · 3 years

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“Confidence” ~ Gilderoy Lockhart x Reader

This reader insert fic is for @floofy-wooloo, because I couldn’t resist writing about my bby Gilderoy

Please do not send requests at this time. My request box has been closed for a few years. I had to make an exception for this one, because again, Gilderoy!!!

(How have I never gotten a Gilderoy request before now? Who are you people?)

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word count: 2K+ (2,058) Fluff

y/n - your name

y/h - your house

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“Good morning, class.”

Gilderoy looked up to see Minerva McGonagall starting her lesson. He watched McGonagall write notes on the board. Today they would be practicing the transfiguration spells they’d learned over the last few weeks. He wasn’t too eager, but he was excited to be paired up with someone. And he wasn’t the only one.

There was a light, cheerful mood in the air. Everyone seemed to have gotten over their ‘winter blues’ now that spring was finally here, and Gilderoy was so looking forward to laying out on the warm; sunlit grounds of Hogwarts. He’d been waiting for it for months: laying under the tree by the lake, reading his favorite book… or just trying to impress all of the girls in the Ravenclaw Common Room.

“Mr. Lockhart,”

Gilderoy snapped back into reality.

“Please pay attention to the lesson.” McGonagall continued. “You’ll have time to daydream after class.”

He nodded.

Soon, the class was split up into pairs, McGonagall’s choice. Gilderoy was paired with y/n.

“Hi, y/n.” He smiled at her. He always took pride in remembering her name, especially with how many people he talked to in a day’s time.

“Good morning.” She replied. “So, which transfiguration did you choose.”

Gilderoy went blank. “Umm…” His excitement ceased.

Y/n waited for a response.

With a nervous chuckle, he continued. “I may have missed that part.”

Y/n giggled. “That’s okay. I’ll catch you up.” She flipped open her notes and scanned over the transfigurations they had gone over since the semester started. “What you need to do is pick one of these. I have mine already picked out. Once you’ve picked one, we’ll demonstrate to each other on how to recite and properly carry out the spells we’ve chosen. Then, we’ll demonstrate to the class once we’re grouped back together.”

“Okay, I see.” He looked through her notes, trying to find the perfect choice. “Wow, you’re very detailed.”

“I try.” she replied.

He glanced down at her notes once more, and back up at her. “Would you mind to go first? I just can’t find the right one…”

“Of course.” Y/n set her wand to the side and looked over her notes. “I chose the Vanishing Spell,” she said to Gilderoy. “It’s not at easy as it seems, and it took quite a bit of practice, if I do say so myself.” She turned to grab a book from her bag. “I hate this book, so I’ll use it to demonstrate.”

Gilderoy watched her closely. He was intrigued by the way she prepared herself. Other than her, and Professor McGonagall of course, he had never met any one so detail oriented in transfiguration. Or just that detail oriented in general.

Y/n grabbed her wand and positioned the book on the desk. Gilderoy waited in excitement.

“Evanesco!”

And just like that, the book vanished.

“Y/n, that was…” He paused.

Y/n sighed slightly. “I know. I do need to brush up a bit. I was a bit lazy over the break, and it-”

“Amazing.”

Y/n blushed. “Really?”

Gilderoy was speechless. All he could do was nod.

“Well,” y/n giggled. “It’s your turn.”

Slumping back in his chair, Gilderoy chuckled. “Now I’m just going to feel stupid.”

He knew he could never compare to y/n’s ability. When he was around more talented witches and wizards, he never felt the need to try his best. But around y/n, he didn’t even want to try at all.

“Why? You shouldn’t feel stupid.”

“But I’ve been paired with you.”

“So.” She smiled at him. “That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. Besides, you’re better at charms than I am.”

“Am I though?” He asked.

“Not those kind of charms.”

He blushed as he picked up his wand. “Not what I expected you to say, but…” He looked at y/n’s notes one last time.

“But what?”

“Nothing.” He sat her notes back on the table, and took a deep breath. He felt different somehow, but he couldn’t quite place the feeling. “It’s just —” He sighed. “I have no idea if I’m doing this right, but I’d like to try.”

“Go for it.” Y/n said.

He waved his wand and recited, “Orchideous.”

A white flower petal floated down and landed on top of y/n’s notebook. She knew what he needed. “You just need a little more confidence, and you’ll have it.”

“Confidence…”

“Come on!” She moved her chair closer to his. “You are the master of confidence! I’ve seen you in the Great Hall, as well as other places… making the all the girls giggle and blush, as well as making all the boys jealous of your… charm.”

Gilderoy let out a laugh. “Thank you.”

Y/n kept her warm smile. “You can do it.”

As he took a deep breath, he placed his wand in the ready position.

“Confidence.”

“Confidence.” He repeated.

He took another deep breath. “Orchideous!”

Multiple flowers appeared on the table. Y/n was in disbelief as she looked around.

Gilderoy opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted.

“How did you know these were my favorite?”

“Hm?”

“Lilac. Lilac is my favorite flower.” Y/n continued. “Was this your way of flirting back with me?”

With a smirk, Gilderoy spoke. “I guess so.” He gazed into her eyes for just a moment, but quickly composed himself. “But, to be fair, Lilac is my favorite color.”

“Well, it seems like you two have made some great progress today.” McGonagall picked up a lilac stem, interrupting them. “We’ll keep working before we share with the rest of the class, though. Some other students are having some trouble.”

McGonagall walked to another table. Y/n and Gilderoy looked at each other, smiling.

“Well, I guess that gives you a little more time to practice.” said y/n.

“Yeah…” Gilderoy was gazing at her again. “Hey, umm… you wouldn’t want to maybe… help me with learning these, would you?”

Y/n stuffed her noted back into her bag with a smile. “I’d love to!”

Gilderoy felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. “Room of Requirement, say… after dinner?”

“Perfect!”

Transfiguration had ended, and the two headed to their next classes. Gilderoy was excited for his study date with y/n, but he was nervous. He wondered if he was just making a fool of himself, and was clueless to whether y/n felt the same way he did about her. Then it dawned on him: he forgot to mention it was a study ‘date’.

Y/n took a seat in her next class, Charms, and tried her best to keep up with notes. However, she kept getting distracted by what Gilderoy had asked. ‘Was he actually flirting?’ She thought to herself. ‘Or, was he just acting the way he normally does around girls and those who are a little more advanced than him?’ Not being able to concentrate, she raised her hand. “May I be excused?”

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Dinner came and went. Y/n made her way up to the 7th floor of the castle, bringing all of her notes; extra quills; and snacks to share. Gilderoy was in the hall waiting for her, looking a little more dashing than usual. He had more lilac stems in his hand. Y/n giggled lightly.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

She walked up to him, setting her things down on the floor. “I just feel underdressed, that’s all.”

“Oh.” He looked down at his sleeves. “Yeah, I may have gone overboard with my outfit.”

“That’s alright.” She picked her bag back up off the floor. “I think you look nice.”

They both started to pace back and forth to reveal the entrance of the room. “Thank you. You do as well.”

After a few rounds, the entrance appeared.

“Oh!” Gilderoy remembered the flowers. “These are for you.”

She blushed and took the flowers carefully before hey both headed in.

There was a big table for them to sit at, as well as a space on the floor with blankets and pillows. There was a bookshelf with some useful transfiguration books, and a restroom towards the back. They decided the floor was best. They both set their bags down and took a seat. Y/n pulled a blanket over herself and grabbed her notebook from her bag, as well as a snack. “would you like some?” she asked.

“Sure! Thank you.”

Over the next hour or so, they both went over basic spells. Gilderoy had filled the room with flowers at this point, and y/n loved watching the petals float to the floor. After another few spells, she thought it was time for a break. Gilderoy could tell she was getting tired. “Maybe we should stop for the night.”

She shook her head. “No, I just need a little break.”

“Y/n…”

“I mean,” she began, “I am tired, but I really want to help you with these until you’re finished for the night.”

He scooted closer to her. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise there will be another time to do this again.”

She sighed. “I know.”

Both of them sat in silence for a moment. It was quiet; peaceful. The flowers filled the room with a heavenly scent, and Gilderoy couldn’t help but to gaze at y/n’s beauty.

“Hey, um…”

Y/n looked to him.

Gilderoy leaned a little closer. “Can I tell you something?”

Y/n nodded.

“Earlier in class, when we were practicing spells, I felt something I’ve never felt about another person before.” He swallowed. “I know I’m a confident person, but around you I feel a little nervous. A good nervous, of course. And when you made that ‘charms’ comment, it really made me think about all the times I’ve tried to impress someone and how the feeling I felt was nothing like the feeling I felt today… How I feel about you.”

Y/n couldn’t help but to hide her cheesy smile under the blanket. Hearing him say that made her feel butterflies.

“And to be completely honest,” he continued, “I may be wrong, but I got the sense that you may feel the same. But, that could just be me craving attention.”

Y/n opened her mouth to speak.

“I know I’m a bit of a narcissist. I am. But, while I was trying to get everyone to notice me, I think I was just trying to get you to notice me…” Gilderoy sighed. “I’m probably rambling at this point, but… I needed you to know how I felt.”

Gilderoy looked the floor, waiting for her response. It was silent. Y/n didn’t know what to say. She was actually shocked that Gilderoy had actually admitted as much as he did. In that moment, she rose up and kissed him on the cheek. Gilderoy’s cheeks went pink. He turned to look at her, both of them remaining silent, and he leaned in close. He caressed her cheek and slowly pulled her in for a kiss.

Y/n put her hand on his arm, not resisting a bit. She wanted this. She had wanted this.

Gilderoy pulled away even more slowly. Y/n opened her eyes and grinned. Gilderoy also grinned, still holding her face in his hand. “Sorry,” his voice cracked. “I couldn’t resist.”

She giggled lightly. “That’s quite alright.” She moved her hand to his. “I really enjoyed that.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for giving me the confidence to do that.”

Y/n smirked. “Anytime.”

With another sigh, Gilderoy knew it was time to head back to their dormitories. “Maybe we should pack up. It’s getting late.”

Y/n agreed. They both packed up their belongings and made their way back to the dormitories, hand in hand. During their walk back, they’d occasionally glance at each other with a smile. Before getting to the y/h door, Gilderoy stopped her for a moment.

“Tomorrow during our free period, would you like to study by the lake?”

Y/n nodded with a grin. “I would love that.”

“Okay, perfect!” Gilderoy couldn’t contain his excitement. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” He kissed her on the cheek, and made his way back to his dormitory.

Y/n watched him walk away, thinking of how wonderful of a time she had with him. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

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helisol · 3 years

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again not a finished fic but very extensive notes, this one’s a chonker, 4k words

tl;dr: take it a ds9 but make it into high fantasy wizards. garashir, kiradax and quodo. we’ve got it all here folks.

SO BASICALLY

I read a book about a young witch apprentice in a world where every magician has a ~special name~ based on an object/plant/animal they’re spiritually connected to.

then I watched ds9 and got introduced to the concept of cardassians being lizards.

the result- wizard lizard.

So Garak “The Lizard” is a mage that got exiled from his home country and ended up taking a pretty neat job in a rural area of a larger empire where being a wizard is Cool and Widely Accepted.

his duties include keeping the villages around his tower safe, looking for young mages to turn into apprentices, and sometimes making clothes because he’s Still A Tailor.

however, because of his chronic “i no wanna work” disease, this lizard has not actually been looking around the villages near him for magically gifted children. shame on him.

because through his negligence Julian Bashir, young village doctor, grew up without even knowing that he can do ~magic~

but he soon finds out when his town gets attacked by a Big Evil Magic Monster. The Lizard is taking his sweet time to come to their rescue and Julian can’t just sit by and watch innocent people get mauled by a Chimera or Giant Mantis.

So Julian does the heroic thing and jumps inbetween a wounded child and the monster in the exact second Garak shows up.

And he gets to watch as Julian unleashes some Magic for the first time.

Then Garak Kind Of Abducts Julian So He Can Teach Him Magic

Garak is contractually obligated and allowed to take on anyone who is capable of magic as an apprentice, and he finds Julian’s magic interesting enough to invoke that contract now. Not Julian himself though. Only his magic. for now.

Julian- for like, the first week- is NOT OKAY with being teleported into a tower fortress by a wizard he finds intimidating and scary, and he loudly protests when Garak actually starts to teach him magic spells.

However, this is Julian, and he *is* intrigued by the thought of being able to use magic For Doing Good.

So one night he admits defeat and slinks up to the tower and goes “Okay. Compromise. Teach me healing magic.”

To which Garak is like 👀 “Okay.”

They start having regular magic lessons mostly focused on healing, which Julian is just naturally good at. So they move on to other things. Which Julian is Not naturally good at.

And he becomes very frustrated.

Garak tries to assuage him and says that he doesn’t have to be accomplished in every single field and discipline- which is logically true- but Julian is having none of it since Garak is accomplished in every field.

In a fit of anger Julian unleashes emotional magic again and breaks some of Garak’s things. Books, vials, a desk, nothing super major. But Julian is still surprised and shocked at himself for causing trouble like this and he Runs Away. Straight up exits stage left.

And Garak, who just got flung against the wall by his little apprentice, just rushes to the window and looks as Julian runs away and he is. Disappointed.

Next we have Julian returning home and everyone is like "Doctor!!! You were gone for half a year???" And Julian is like "I thought I was only gone for a month at most-"

Yeah the joke is time flies when you’re having fun because Julian *did* have fun living with Garak. He doesn’t regret leaving though, after all Garak was probably furious after he wrecked his study he wasn’t.

So Julian says to himself "Hmph. I'll just stay home for a week. Garak will hardly notice I'm gone. And then I can make it up to him."

But Then He Stays For A Whole Month

He has to instruct a new doctor to take over the nearby villages, do some paperwork, help some sick people, practice some magic on his own- and at the end of the month He Doesn’t Want To Stay Any Longer.

He’s always been different from the other village people, and now he finally got a taste of what it’s like to have someone help you to achieve your potential and widen your horizon and he *doesn’t* want to give that up for a boring but busy country life.

So back to the tower it is. Julian arrives, the place is kind of messy, and when he finds Garak he is in his study. on the floor. a little drunk, definitely sad, and Very Surprised To See Him.

Here we get a scene where Garak tipsily tells Julian how much he’s grown to appreciate him, not just for his magic talent, but as a person- and that he’s missed him.

But The Next Morning Garak Does Not Remember

And he's just like "Oh Julian. Youre back. I'd almost forgotten about you."

For a second Julian wants to punch a wall because *Yesterday You Told Me You Missed Me*, but then he just Smiles. settles for what they have right now. and asks Garak to continue teaching him magic.

so they go on. and have. so many gay moments.

And then Garak gets told to attend some kind of magic council meeting/banquet.

Julian says something along the lines of "Oh well, guess I'll stay home. You know, protect the fort. Practice magic." but he's a little sad about it.

But garak just goes "Hmm No. I'm taking you with me"

"What-" "I'm introducing you as my apprentice to the magic council." "W h a t-" "Oh also you need pretty clothes for this so I'm gonna make you some. Since you’re a commoner with no actual taste." "W H A T-"

So garak makes a really nice suit for Julian and for himself they match and they go to the Cool Wizard Banquet.

At which Julian meets a lot of wizards and witches and he's like "Wow this is so exciting!" but he also realises he is a Total Country Bumpkin And Noob compared to these people and their apprentices.

He also hears that Apparently the Local Wizard of every region is supposed to do a 5-yearly sweep of the surrounding towns to check for kids that have magic potential and then send them to Magic School/take them in as their apprentice directly.

And Garak. Did not do that.

He was Lazy and Angery. Exile will do that to you.

Julian isn’t too happy when he learns about this and he walks out of the banquet hall into the garden- to where Garak follows him.

"So just because you were all bitchy about having to follow this country's rules about magic you let me grow up not knowing my full potential? How many of my childhood friends might be able to do magic if they tried?"

“I was in a really bad place back then."

"SO WHAT? Things are okay now because you found me? If you had been two minutes early during that attack you wouldnt even know I could use magic!"

"...but I *wasn’t* early!"

So Julian just throws up his hands in frustration and leaves to get away from Garak for a while.

The next day he mingles more with the other apprentices and they exchange Ideas and Skills and also Gossip about their teachers.

Some of the apprentices suggest that Julian could go to magic school for a while before applying for a *new* teacher, since obviously Garak did him wrong.

This doesn’t sound like a bad idea, so he talks with some older mages and most of them are friendly and are like “Oh yeah, sure, we’d love to take you in.”

But then it turns out a lot of people are talking behind his back about how much of an outlier he is.

(wizard culture is like 50% magic and 50% gossip)

So Julian is standing on a balcony and down below he hears a group of Douche Wizards discussing his inadequacies.

And it kinda makes Julian feel like absolute shit, so his powers go wobbly again. But then enter stage right: Garak

Who properly puts those wizards into their rightful place like "Say one more bad thing about my apprentice and I’ll blast your punk ass back to Romulus. You should KNOW the reason why I dont usually take apprentices, but here you are anyway saying he has no power. He has more power in his pinky than all of you combined."

Turns out there’s an extra layer to Why Garak didn’t do the "Check for Magicians in your Area" thing- it’s because he openly has no interest in training or working with anyone who isnt Special or Powerful.

Which means Julians happens to be. very special. and very powerful.

And hearing that from Garak makes him go 😳

His emotions are running high and he starts *floating*. Probably the worst thing to do on a first floor balcony out of All The Things To Do On A First Floor Balcony.

So he’s Floating and he doesnt know how to make that Stop.

He panics, starts falling and basically crashes right into Garaks arms.

"Oh great, youre right on time. We're leaving."

"What? But the banquet lasts for a week?" also I'm still a little mad but also a little in love with you?

But Garak has already teleported them back to the tower before he can really argue.

Anyway Julian is upset about many things overall, but mostly that he didnt get to dance. He practiced a lot in his off time.

Thank God Garak Knows This

"...I know how to make magic music. Let’s have a little fun at least."

They dance and Julian starts floating *again*.

Garak 👀’s @ Julian floating "Okay I’ve been recording most of your emotion based powers. This is new."

Julian just Floats Higher out of embarrassment, so garak is like ‘well I'll just join him up there.’

So he does and Julian is like “WHY CAN YOU DO THAT. SHOW ME HOW TO DO THAT. HOW CAN I CONTROL THIS."

Turns out his emotions are too unclear, which makes his magic unbalanced, so really all they have to do is get him some Clarity.

Garak is like "Well one very easy way to do that is-" and then they kiss in the air. Floating. because I’m gay and I will use gay magic tropes as I see fit.

so that’s the garashir side of things, on to kiradax

There's Some Slow Burn In There

Basically Kira is a mage, but instead of using magic to fight she just Enchants Swords/Arrows/Other Weapons.

Because she fought in a wizard war and when there's not a lot of mana potions to go around you have to get creative.

She didn’t get a proper magician name because she was actually never anyone’s apprentice, but people still call her The Blade because she is just so cool.

Anyway in this universe mages age very slowly, and Kira is probably around 60 years old when she meets Jadzia. Which is not a lot in wizard years.

She does feels a little inadequate about being so Young and Inexperienced she didn’t really expect nor wanted to run into the legendary Jadzia Dax who everyone thinks is like 300 years old, maybe more.

So meeting someone who is her complete opposite just makes her go "Hmph. I dont wanna associate with you."

But Jadzia keeps popping in randomly around her almost every day until Kira snaps like "WHAT is your problem???"

“I never learned how to enchant tools."

"What."

"Can you teach me?"

"The great Dax has never enchanted a single tool or weapon?"

"I took care of everything with other types of magic. Will you teach me?"

So Kira Nerys, The Blade, the person everyone looked down on because she uses enchanted tools instead of magic for everything- is being asked by this legendary mage to teach her something. What an honor. What an incredible thing.

But She Says No

So Jadzia keeps bothering her every day.

But eventually bothering her turned into "Hey wanna get some coffee? Wanna go to the library with me? Can I look at you while youre in the smithy? Do you wanna look at me while I come up with new magic formulas? Wanna get drunk together and maybe kiss but definitely have no recollection of it in the morning?"

- over a span of 10 years.

But at the end of those 10 years Jadzia still hasnt learned how to enchant tools.

And it takes One day at the magic banquet for Nerys to actually realise the Implications of that.

It’s the third banquet they've been to- together, as each other’s plus one.

They color coordinate their robes and wear matching accessoires. The works.

And Kira decides that now is the day to grill her Totally-Not-Girlfriend about the reason why she sticks around.

"You could have just gotten someone else to teach you how to enchant things."

"Why would I need anyone to teach me, I have you to enchant things *for me*."

"No but before I started doing it for you. Like the whole first five years of knowing me."

"Oh well I didn’t want anyone else because I was very much infatuated with you."

And Kira just bluescreens. Error 404 nerys.exe not found.

Until she catches herself.

"You...*were* infatuated with me?"

"Yes? You obviously never saw me that way though. So I stuck around for the good company and the coffee."

Now you see over the course of 10 years Kira’s irritation about Jadzia slowly turned into Something Else. But she thought Jadzia only saw her as a friend.

On the other hand Jadzia definitely had feelings from the start, but because kira was in Denial she didnt act on those feelings.

If I were a shitty writer or- god foirbid- *Straight*, I would have there be a miscommunication right about now and prolong their useless lesbian suffering.

But I’m not.

Basically Kira just goes

"Okay but when you say *were* attracted to me does that mean you *stopped*?"

"Uh. No?"

"Cool. Excuse me, I need a moment."

So she tries to hide from this sudden revelation and her feelings in a hedge maze, but there’s no use hiding from Jadzia.

Who, instead of just walking around the labyrinth to find her like a normal person, basically whacks down the bushes in a straight line until she reaches Kira.

"THERE YOU ARE! I used this completely unenchanted sword to get to you and tell you I definitely still like you. Now will you PLEASE teach me how to enchant tools as your first courting gift?"

And Kira is like "God yes you dumbass-" and they kiss.

now wizard quodo is funny because I kind of started this part as a joke but then it all got Serious

First of all Quark is Actually A Really Powerful Magician.

But what does he do with his great power?

Move from his home country to the city of wizards and open a bar.

Because he is still fundamentally *Quark*.

And Odo is still fundamentally Odo, because he is a Shapeshifting Alien From Actual Outer Space You Know.

He still went through the whole "I was studied by scientists (wizards) and couldnt let them know I was sentient for a long time which made me very grouchy and lonely" thing.

So Odo spends like ~100 years going from captivity/being an object of scientific study to living as a guard in the city of wizards.

Basically everyone thinks that Odo cant use magic- including Odo- because, well, he’s a bunch of slime that came from a meteor.

Then he meets Quark, powerful wizard and bartender.

And he has *no* idea who he is.

Only that he’s the guy who runs that one shady gambling bar and is involved in some illegal business.

And Quark is like "Ah finally. A worthy opponent."

So he and Quark have the same vibe as on DS9- where Quark keeps doing illegal stuff and Odo tries to stop him and the universe decides to say enemies to lovers 400k words slowburn.

And one day Quark gets into some Seriously shady business with some people who are now very aggressively demanding Quark give them their money back

and they're. you know. threatening violence.

Odo shows up and right before this one dude is about to straight up sucker punch Quark he's like "HALT!" and Wow He Made A Magic Happen.

Now. Because Quark is Indebted to Odo. He is expected to take him on as his magic apprentice.

At first he is Not Down For That. They both aren’t. So even though technically they are teacher and apprentice they both just refuse to work together.

Until Odo goes to check up on Quark one day- because as we all know he makes it a point to drop by his bar four times a day just to let him know he's thinking about him- and Quark is in trouble again.

Only this time Odo is like "I'm not gonna help him. I dont even know how I *could* help him. Since he hasn’t taught me any magic, the bastard."

So he wants to just pass by and leave when Quark basically starts to just Demolish these people with magic in a frightening and totally not impressive display.

MIND YOU Quark is still generally incompetent. If this was D&D he'd have like, very low skill points but unlimited spell slots.

Anyway Odo goes 👀

Because him being unable to use magic in a country/city where everyone he *knows* can use magic has always made him feel bad.

So he goes to Quark like "Okay. I changed my mind. Please teach me magic."

And Quark tries to teach Odo magic, earnestly.

And Odo tries to learn magic from Quark, for real.

But the key word here is *try*.

Because neither is very good at what theyre *trying* to do.

Odo didn’t Really want to learn from Quark and that's pretty much the reason why Quark doesnt Really want to teach Odo. But They Try.

There’s a lot of fights and arguments and "You’re not doing it right" vs "You’re not explaining it right"

But hey, at least Odo can now do some magic, which makes his guard job a lot easier.

He also gets to socialise more with other wizards and their apprentices, and he becomes a generally happier pile of humanoid goo!

Meanwhile Quark slowly but surely turns into a more Respected wizard. And his bar also becomes a bit more respectable as well.

it's almost like,,they both wanna be,,,,their best selves,,

and learning to work together has Somehow set them on the right path,,,

idk man sounds kinda gay,,,,

But then the banquet rolls around.

Quark is like "Oh fuck I Have to take Odo to this social function because hes my apprentice and thems are the rules."

and Odo is like "Oh fuck I Have to attend this social function with Quark because thems the rules."

The vibe they’re both getting is- "It's all fun and games when we're by ourselves but Somehow acting friendly in public feels Wrong."

So they agree to Arrive together and then split up and spend as little time as possible together lest they fall victim to some kind of *feeling*.

And like all plans that Odo and Quark make it works out brilliantly for Exactly 5 Minutes.

Because while Quark is talking to his accomplished and very boring wizard acquaintances he kinda realises "God I wish Odo were here-"

And as Odo is talking to all these annoying ass apprentices he kinda realises "God I wish Quark was here-"

So that's what they do on the first day of the banquet. and the second. and the third.

They just keep only seeing each other from the corner of their eyes but dont really get to talk/argue about anything and it's making them feel Not So Good, Actually

Now the fourth day is the kicker.

Because while Odo is talking to some people he gets tapped on the shoulder and there he is! The worst father on this side of the galaxy! Doctor Mora- but like, as a wizard scientist.

"Oh my god Odo? You’re here? How did you manage that? You can’t use magic dont be silly! *I* studied you and who would know you better than me? What? *you* know yourself better? Nonsense, now walk with me- how have you been :)?"

Obviously Odo is getting Very distressed but he can't exactly say No, so he walks around with Mora.

They sit down near a fountain and his ‘father’ just starts grilling Odo about what he's been up to.

And eventually they start talking about Quark

"Wait, *Quark*? The absolute magic failure who runs that disgusting establishment? That Quark?"

"Well I wouldnt put it like that, he’s not-"

But Mora goes on- "Oh no my dear boy that won't do! You have to learn from a *good* wizard. Like me! Dont you want that? Oh I'm sure you want that. That nasty good for nothing will resign as your teacher first thing tomorrow!"

And Odo is like "Now wait a minute, Quark might have his flaws, but-"

"There! See, you admitted it. He's flawed. He can't possibly be a good teacher for you. But I would be! I *raised* you."

But Odo is getting Rather Angy right about now.

"Well you did a pretty bad job raising me considering you didnt even know I could do magic until now."

"I can’t believe it. Quark is such a bad influence on you. You never used to talk back at me. This is what happens when you hang around with people who dont know you like I do."

Then something in him snaps and Odo just goes Off on Mora.

"MAYBE *YOU* DONT KNOW *HIM* LIKE I DO!"

And he basically breaks the fountain theyre sitting at with some accidental emotional magic.

So after Mora goes "...I better get someone to fix that-" and runs off, Odo is standing in front of this broken fountain and thinks about how this might be a cruel metaphor for his life. And then the worst possible thing happens.

He Spots Quark Badly Hidden Behind A Pillar

Internally he just goes 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'

Externally though it’s more like "How much of that did you hear???"

Quark’s trying to lighten the mood with a "Haha well it's hard to avoid hearing things with lobes as big as mine!"

But Odo is not playing, so he breaks the fountain some more. As intimidation.

So Quark goes "Okay. Alright. I heard all the parts where you defended my honor. Now move aside."

And Odo goes 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAA' inside again, so he doesnt really move but just gets nudged aside by Quark.

Who returns the fountain back to its previous state.

Things are nice and silent for a second but then Quark disturbs the moment by saying "Okay now, real talk- you want another teacher, is that right?"

So Odos head whips up and he goes "No??? What the fuck quark. I thought you listened to that conversation. Youre the only one I want-"

and he Immediately slaps a hand over his mouth because Oh God That Came Out Wrong-

But Quark is just Laughing and being his usual little shit self like "Haha good one, let's go back inside now. (where the social conventions will force us to remain apart so we dont have to confront what you just said.)"

on the inside though- Quark is just as 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' as Odo

"I absolutely Cannot go inside and socialise right now, I’ve had Quite enough of that."

"Oh...well then...i'll leave you be?"

"No don’t-"

So Odo quickly grabs Quark’s hand (and Quark just fuckin uh dies on the spot) but he's not very communicative at the moment. So Quark kinda has to just interpret that for himself.

"Aaaaalright- let’s just take a walk then."

So they walk through the rose garden. holding *hands*. and Quark points out nice or interesting things while Odo just nods or hums in agreement.

Until they’ve come full circle and end up back at the fountain, where Quark is like "Okay. Wanna go back inside *now*?"

Because he swears if they spend one more second like this he will HAVE to kiss this pile of space goo and he’d rather Odo make that decision for him.

And Odo is like "I just want to stay with you."

So Quark is like ‘Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool’, pulls them behind a hedge and kisses Odo.

because on GOD I enjoy the “going from an argument straight into kissing” trope, but that one is actually too on brand for quodo so I HAD to change it up.

#ds9 #garashir #kiradax #quodo #deep space nine #hahahahahahaahahow did i get this to four thousand words #wizard lizard #yea thats what im calling it

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So, This is War? (Hermione Granger x fem!Reader)

Anon: Hey, I love your writing! Can you make a Hermione x Reader where the two are kind of rivals but everyone knows that R has strong feelings for her and just annoys her to get her attention?

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Okay, i’m going to premise this with an apology, I got this request months ago, and i’ve put it off, because I watched Endgame and went on a bender of writing for Wanda Maximoff, my bad, anon! also, The reader is a gryffindor, sorry, no choice there.

“I expect a minimum of two rolls of parchment on the history of Goblin and Wizard relations by next week, no exceptions,” Professor Binns wheezed out to the class of sixth-years. There was a quiet groan that rippled along the room, but the professor did not seem to notice. With a lazy wave of his ghost-wand, Last week’s essays on the “Inventions of Portkeys” zoomed around the room, returning to their owners.

Y/N’s essay landed in her hands, and she quickly scanned the parchment. Beneath the title, Professor Binns had marked it with a 100%.

“Hell yeah,” Y/N pumped her fist in the air.

“What’d you get?” Dean, who sat next to her, peered over her shoulder, squinting at the essay. “Nice, one, Y/n.”

Y/N flashed him a wily grin. “Wait until Granger sees this.” Dean shook his head, smiling to himself.

The bell rang, and students began to gather their things, shoving ink pots and quills into book bags.

Y/N slipped her parchments into her bag, head shooting up as a curly haired girl walked past.

“Hermione! Hey, Hermione! wait up!” She shouted, racing after the girl.

Y/N could practically see Hermione’s shoulders sag as she rolled her eyes. Turning with her hands on her hips, Hermione regarded her with a cocky glare.

“What is it, Y/N?”

Y/N whipped out the essay, showing her the mark.

“That’s impressive,” Hermione said, turning to walk away. You fell into step beside her. ‘What did you get on the potions essay on ‘Bezoars?’“

Shoot.

“Uh, not as high as I’d like to have,” Y/N coughed.

Hermione grinned playfully. “Hmm, maybe you should’ve spent more time studying Potions instead of showing off in History of Magic?”

Y/N waved her hand. “Nah, Snape would never give me anything above a generally meets expectations. Anything that would warrant a higher mark, he’d accuse me of cheating.”

An announcement rang through the halls. “All fourth-year Gryffindors to the East-Wing’s Second Floor. All fourth-year Gryffindors.”

Y/N gave Hermione a shrug before pulling her along to the East-Wing.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front of the empty classroom, lecturing the other fourth-years about the Yule ball, and waltzing. Every so often, she would cast a disapproving look at the chattering boys on one side of the room.

“I need two volunteers,” Professor McGonagall said, giving the students a sweeping gaze. No one moved. Hermione sighed and raised her hand. “Good. Thank you, Miss Granger. Any boys?”

Rather suddenly, the boys seemed very interested in their shoes, their hands, and the ceiling.

Hermione’s face turned a lovely shade of red as she cast a hopeful look at Ron, who was pretending not to see her, and Harry, who returned the look with an apologetic one.

Y/N stepped forward. “Professor, is it alright if I learn the male’s part? I’m somewhat familiar with the girl’s part already.”

McGonagall did not seem contrary to the idea. “Fine, Miss Y/L/N, pair up with Miss Granger.”

Hermione grinned as she stepped close, hand resting on her waist. Y/N offered her hand to Hermione.

Professor McGonagall instructed the pair on how to properly waltz, and they danced to the morose opera music.

Y/N held her nose up, pretending to be a stuffy-looking old man, and Hermione pretended to portray a poised, regal woman. They giggled, and Y/N spun her.

“Well, done ladies,” McGonagall said, offering the girls a rare smile. “I’m glad some one here showed us how to act like a proper gentleman.” She glared at the group of boys.

“Everyone pair up!” She tapped her wand against the gramophone, and the opera music picked up again.

Y/N turned to Hermione. “You’re a pretty good dancer, Granger.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Y/L/N,” She returned.

“Hermione! Neville just asked Ginny to be his partner, come here and see!” Lavender Brown whisper shouted to her before disappearing.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Lavender. “I suppose I’m needed elsewhere. I’ll see you in a bit, then, Y/N.”

Y/N hummed, watching her bushy hair bounce as she walked away.

“Your pining is getting ridiculous,” Dean and Parvarti sidled up to Y/N. Partarvti put her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “Please. Just ask her out and end our suffering.”

“Ask her out?” Y/N’s face contorted. “I don;t even know if she swings that way.” “She does,” Dean said knowingly. “I asked Lavender, who asked Susan Bones, Who asked Ernie Macmillian, who asked Cho Chang, who asked Harry, who asked her.”

Y/N seemed unsure. “You’ve got nothing to lose!” Parvarti prodded her forward. “If it goes terribly we’ll just obliviate her!”

“What?” Y/N shouted just as Parvarti pushed her into Hermione.

“Y/N?, is everything alright?” she asked, smiling kindly.

Y/N smiled brightly. A little too brightly. “Yes! everything is utterly brilliant!”

“Are you... Are you sure?”

“Yes! Why would you think that?”

Hermione looked around her at Dean and Parvarti, who were pretending not to eavesdrop.

“So, Hermione,” Y/N, said. “I was wondering, if maybe, well... the Yule Ball is soon, right. Well, actually its two months away, but, maybe, if you’re up for it... maybe you would... uh...”

“Do you want to go to the Ball with her?!” Parvarti shouted from behind her.

Y/N cringed while Hermione’s eyes widened. “Yes, that. W-would you like to go the Ball with me?”

A beautiful smile split across her face. “I would love that, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned. “Brilliant! I-I Brilliant!”

She turned and gave a thumbs up to Dean and Parvarti.

Parvarti returned it with a massive smile, while Dean simply put his face in his hands.

#hermione fanfiction #hermione x reader #hermione granger x reader #harry potter fanfiction #hp x reader #hp fanfic #wlw #writing #My writing

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Year 1 Part 2: Meeting Merula

David awoke the next morning to the sound of Rowan’s chattering about classes for the day. It was a good thing too. He had a gift for sleeping that surpassed even the hardiest giants.

“Come on, Dave. You don’t want to be late for your first class, do you?”

“Debatable,” he muffled through his pillow.

A cushion whacked him on the head, and he conceded.

“Alright just give me a minute.”

Robes lined with red had been laid out for them over the course of the night, each one exactly their size. The magic of Hogwarts never ceased to end.

Putting on his robes, straightening his tie, and combing his hair, David didn’t feel nervous as he gazed in the dormitory mirror, but the same sense of opportunity entered his mind as it had the previous day. Jacob was here once, the imprints of his presence still within the walls of this school. If there was the chance he could find him, even the slightest hint…

David grabbed his bag and books as Rowan issued another call for him to get moving. No, it wouldn’t do to disobey mom and dad. To say their marriage was strained since Jacob went missing was an understatement. Adding to it by going on the same wild goose chase would not become of him.

You’re not looking for the cursed vaults, a voice told him. You’re looking for your brother. There’s a difference.

“Something on your mind today, Dave?” Rowan asked him as they headed downstairs.

“Nah,” he dismissed. “Unless you count lunch.”

Dismiss and joke, the same old routine. How long it would continue to last was anyone’s guess.

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After receiving their schedules from Professor McGonagall (who as it turned out was also his head of house) the young Gryffindors scampered off to Charms. Angelica had warned them about the staircases, but thanks to Rowan’s previous knowledge of them, they safely navigated through the maze and arrived on time.

Settling in their seats, a tiny man with brown hair and handlebar mustache greeted them in a squeaky, excited tone.

“Good morning, students! I am Professor Flitwick your charms instructor. This subject can be one of great importance and knowledge to any young witch or wizard but I do stress that you listen very carefully and pay close attention to instructions. Many spells you learn in this class will be tricky and not easily learned.”

David wondered quietly how any man could be that small, he was clearly no more than three feet tall, but Rowan, ever ready with facts banished any idea of underestimating him.

“Flitwick was the dueling champion during his time at Hogwarts,” he whispered. “They say no one could beat him. Not even the older students.”

The lesson continued as Flitwick asked them to take out their wants.

“The spell we will be learning today is known as the ‘wand lighting charm’. Very simple and very useful. You can use it to light your way out of danger or even finding a bit of parchment you lost underneath a bed. I do hope you find it illuminating.”

The students laughed good naturedly at the pun. It was quite clear that Flitwick was not someone to fear or be wary of.

“The movement is a very simple flick of the wand, preceded by the phrase lumos. Well then, give it a try.”

And so the first year Gryffindors attempted their first spell of their Hogwarts career. Not a particularly difficult charm, it nevertheless took some more than a few tries to get the right amount of light.

David noticed some were putting more effort into than others. One girl, vaguely recognized as Olivia Miller from the sorting, was waving her wand so erratically that he feared she might poke someone in the eye. Jae, on the other hand, was only giving lazy flicks, his eyes indicating his mind was elsewhere.

Rowan studied his book with vigor for the best method of producing the right amount of brightness. For his part, David merely envisioned a silvery orb on the end of his wand and gave it a few tries with varying degrees of success.

Finally, as the hour wound down, Flitwick approached each of them one by one to check their progress. He was very methodical yet empathetic in his approach, counseling all of them on what they had to do to improve.

When Rowan’s turn came, he produced a medium sized ball of light which Flitwick nodded as acceptable.

“Very good, Mr. Khanna. A bit more power behind it next time. Don’t hesitate to use the full weight of your magic for this spell.”

When it came to be his turn, David flicked his wand, hoping he could produce something at least as good as that.

“Lumos.”

A light so intense illuminated the room, causing shadows to those closest to it and even a few to squint.

“Well done!” Professor Flitwick squeaked with joy. “Oh, well done, indeed. That is the most impressive wand lighting charm I’ve seen from a first year in quite some time. Ten points to Gryffindor!”

The points managed to placate any sore feelings the others may have had, as a few began clapping at the display.

“Well that is all for today,” Flitwick informed them. “As a first day treat, there will be no homework assigned tonight.”

That elicited an additional cheer from the Gryffindors, who packed their things and exited the charms classroom with an extra spring in their step.

“That was amazing, Dave!” Rowan congratulated. “How’d you do it?”

“I took Flitwick’s pun literally,” he chuckled, which was followed by another behind him. The charms Professor was beaming at him.

“Indeed,” he said with a happy nod. “Mr. Khanna, I was wondering I might have a quick word with Mr. Grant here.”

Rowan grinned.

“Not at all. See ya at Potions, Dave!”

The eleven year old Gryffindor turned and peered down at Flitwick, which was a tad awkward given the height difference. But the charms professor gave no indication of the same, on the contrary his beaming smile continued.

“Very impressive today, Mr. Grant. I hadn’t had a chance to introduce myself properly to you yet, but I wanted you to know I had your brother. He was one of my favorite students.”

“A teacher liked, Jacob? That’s something I never thought I’d hear.”

Flitwick laughed.

“Believe it or not, your brother was very highly regarded by the staff. He was a pleasure to have in class. Unfortunately, as you know he also had quite the rebellious streak.”

That prompted a more serious response.

“He was…complicated sometimes.”

David, in truth didn’t know what to say, but the fact that someone remembered Jacob fondly gave new life to his memory.

“We are all complicated in our own way,” Flitwick spoke sagely. “Hogwarts has tolerated a number of prominent rule breakers over the years, but there is a line not to be crossed. I regret to say Jacob straddled it too often. I sincerely hope your time here will not be marred by such controversy.”

The tiny charms professor was not angry, nor did he appear stern. From the lines of care in his face, it seemed as though he was merely looking out for the sibling of one he had cared about greatly about. David could not have known it, but the loss of his brother had affected more than just his family. He could appreciate the gesture even if he didn’t want to discuss it further.

“I’m not here to start trouble, Professor,” he said, repeating the promise his mother forced him to utter. “I just want to enjoy my time here at Hogwarts.”

Flitwick nodded his approval.

“Something tells me you will, Mr. Grant. Now you had best get to your next class. It never pays to keep Professor Snape waiting.”

Giving his thanks, David headed out the door wondering just how long he could go without a reference to his brother crossing his path.

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As it turned out, not very long.

Making his way down to the dungeons, the next sight that greeted Dave was not a pleasant one. The relative darkness of the hallway made it a tad difficult to see but it appeared Rowan was in an argument.

Bloody, hell, Rowan. Did you get into a row already?

But the picture didn’t tell the whole story.

“Admit it!”

“I can’t!”

“I won’t say it again, Khanna. Say I’m the most powerful witch at Hogwarts!”

“B-but that’s impossible. Practically speaking, Dumbledore and the professors are more powerful than all of us. Not to mention pretty much every student who’s not a first year. We’re the same essentially.”

“The same? I’d laugh if it weren’t so ridiculous. No one can measure up to me, especially not a pathetic little bookworm such as yourself.”

Rolling his eyes, David figured it was time to intervene. Upon closer inspection, Rowan’s aggressor was a scruffy looking first year Slytherin girl. She wore her standard Hogwarts uniform, except instead of the standard Mary Janes that most of the females wore, hers were something akin to combat boots. A hole adorned the left side of her tights, but that was not the most distinctive feature of this girl. No, it was the inexplicable orange tuft among her messy, bob length, brown hair, along with unique, violet eyes. Those eyes, however, were full of contempt and anger and the first year Gryffindor already knew this girl was going to be trouble.

“As hilarious as your little hissy fit is, I think it’s just about run its course.”

As expected, the Slytherin girl gave a look of aggression. Evidently, this was someone unused to people standing up to her.

“And just who do you think you are?” she shot at him.

“Well actually, I’m Merlin reincarnated. Can’t you see the resemblance?”

Rowan began laughing as the girl grew crosser.

“Good, one Dave!”

Realization dawned on the nasty Slytherin as she began rolling her eyes in a dramatic fashion.

“Oh, I know you. You’re the brother of Jacob Grant, that nutter who got expelled, made Gryffindor a laughingstock and then disappeared into thin air.”

“That’s the one,” David replied mock bowing. “And whom do I have the distinct pleasure of speaking with?”

“Merula Snyde, the best witch at Hogwarts.”

“You said the most powerful, not the best. Which is it? Now you got me all confused.”

David didn’t think it was possible for this girl to get any angrier than she already was but she somehow managed to do so. Still, it was highly entertaining to see her get so riled up.

“Don’t you dare mock me! I heard everyone at the feast talking about you. You think you’re so great? I promise you; I’m going to make you regret coming to Hogwarts.”

“That’s nice. Now are you done talking or can I get to class without falling asleep from listening to you carry on?”

Fire burned in those violet eyes as she moved towards her wand.

“You’ll regret that!”

But before either of them had a chance to do anything more, a dark, towering figure intervened.

“Another year, another Gryffindor starting trouble,” said an oozing, contemptuous voice. “But then again, what do I expect from the brother of Jacob Grant?”

David looked up to see a pale, sneering face with jet black shoulder length hair, dressed in plain robes. This had to be Snape, the head of Slytherin and Potions Master. He was after Jacob’s time, but he had heard rumors and none of them were pleasant. Apparently, he also hated Gryffindors.

“Professor, she was bullying Rowan-”

“I don’t want to hear your insignificant excuses, Grant,” Snape managed to sneer with more contempt. “Get inside the classroom now before I give you detention. Consider this your only warning.”

Indeed, they all heeded it. Only two sentences from the man and it easy to discern this was not the kind of teacher you wanted to be on the wrong side of.

Rushing to claim seats, David, Rowan, and Merula took the only three left available and awaited further instruction.

“Thanks for standing up for me, Dave.”

He nodded but indicated for him to be quiet lest Snape find an excuse to give them actual detention. Indeed, he was just about start the lecture.

“Let me be quite blunt. This class is not for those so foolish to think they can wave their wands and utter incorrect incantations to their hearts’ content,” the potions master drawled. “Potions is a subtle art, a science worthy of only a few. Indeed, I doubt I will see many of you past OWL level. My expectations are quite simple- follow my instruction and keep your mouths shut. Anything less will result in severe consequences.”

No one said anything, even David wasn’t stupid enough to attempt one of his usual off-color remarks. He saw Ben Copper visibly gulp and he could hardly blame him. This situation could not have been more different than Charms.

“Today you will be learning a rather simple brew known as the common cure for boils. Gather the necessary ingredients and begin. I will not tolerate any laziness or idle talk.”

Quiet shuffling signaled the beginning of class and not a soul wasted any time in starting their respective potion.

As they collected ingredients, David could feel Merula press next to him whispering.

“You’re going to fail today, Grant. You just don’t know it yet.”

Before he could respond, it was Rowan’s turn to offer counsel.

“Don’t pay her mind, Dave. We gotta get this potion right if we want to avoid making Snape even angrier.”

Quickly, they returned to their seats and began brewing their concoction, though he was still weary of Merula. He did not care for that gleam in her eye.

Once they started, however, they lost all thought of the Slytherin girl. Snape had been right about one thing, for Potions this wasn’t terribly complicated as long as you had someone who knew the technical aspect of it. Rowan, being the bookworm that he was excelled at this. Pointing out things like needing to heat it at two hundred and fifty degrees or taking the cauldron off the fire before adding the porcupine pills (doing so would cause the cauldron to melt according to his friend). After an hour or so of careful timing and precision, a highly passable cure for boils was ready for sampling.

“I think it’s just about ready,” Rowan said, looking it over. “I just need to double check everything and…”

Suddenly, an ominous bubbling began issuing from their cauldron and steadily began to increase.

“Don’t think that’s supposed to happen,” Dave muttered.

“Wait a minute, that’s not right,” Rowan said, quickly flipping through the pages of his textbook. “I know we did everything correctly. The only thing that would cause bubbling like that is-”

What caused it, they never found out for the contents of the cauldron were sent straight into the air.

KABLOOSH!

Thankfully, David and Rowan had ducked in time to avoid the majority of the blast. The Slytherin next to Merula, however, was not so lucky and was hit on the right side of his face with the botched potion. Angry red splotches began to appear, causing him to moan with pain.

“Looks like you’ve managed to create boils instead of cure them,” Merula mocked them.

“Hospital wing, Rowle,” Snape said coming over. “Lee, you will take him there.”

A tall, burly boy nodded his head absent mindedly and did he was told. Snape’s appearance then took on the fury of the gods as he turned his gaze towards the Gryffindors he deemed responsible for the mess.

“Grant, I don’t know what possessed you to put bulbadox powder into your potion but if this is your idea of a joke I can assure you I am not laughing.”

“But-”

“Even by Gryffindor standards you are reckless beyond even the thickest of trolls. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“I didn’t use bulbadox powder, I swear,” he protested.

“It makes no difference,” Snape remarked coldly. “You will stay after class and clean this mess until I deem it acceptable. Ten points from Gryffindor. Class dismissed.”

Those clad in red groaned, the triumph of charms now completely erased by the error

Rowan looked apologetic mouthing, ‘I’ll wait for you outside.’ Merula on the other hand was silently chuckling to herself as she gave David a malicious glare.

“Told you, Grant.”

She took off out the door with the rest of the class before he could get in a word in edgewise. Handed a bucket and a rag by Snape, an amused sneer appeared on the Potion Master’s bat like features.

“You will be doing this without magic. Get to work.”

David began scrubbing, cursing Merula, knowing full well what she had done.

In just the span of a couple hours, the young Gryffindor had received a taste of just how unpredictable life at Hogwarts could be.

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“I’m telling you the reaction was consistent with the properties of bulbadox powder,” Rowan stated for the third time as they made their way back to the common room later that day.

“Yes, I’m well aware,” David said with exasperation. “But unless I’m quite mistaken neither of us had the damn thing. Merula must have slipped it in when we weren’t looking. And of course, the arsehole blames me.”

“It definitely makes sense,” Rowan mused. “She was definitely out to sabotage us from the moment we met her.”

“Dirty Slytherins,” David muttered. “Bunch of slimy gits the lot of them.”

“I’ve never seen you this serious before, Dave. I guess you really don’t like them eh?”

“I don’t need a book to tell me that every Death Eater and dark wizard that ever lived came from that blasted place. You know that as well as I do.”

“I do,” Rowan confirmed darkly. “But you heard Dumbledore, that time is over. You Know Who is dead. At least that’s something.”

“Huzzah.”

Suddenly realizing he was being far too negative over one mix-up, Dave turned and face Rowan before they gave the password to the fat lady.

“Listen, that potion wouldn’t have been half as good without you. Thanks for being a good friend.”

Rowan smiled warmly.

“No problem, Dave. And don’t worry about what happened, I’m sure it’ll blow over soon enough.”

That too, turned out to be incorrect unfortunately. Any notions of relaxing in the common room before dinner were dashed as Angelica Cole stood with her arms crossed, waiting for them.

“Grant,” she spoke sternly. “Am I to understand you already lost Gryffindor ten house points?”

“That’s true, but I also gained ten points so it evens out in the end,” he said with a half shrug, unable to prevent himself from attempting to make a joke.

“Your attempt at humor is not appreciated. What on earth happened that you could gain and lose ten points in a single day?”

David’s own frustration spilled over.

“Slytherin happened that’s what. I got bulbadox powder thrown into my potion by some crazy first year Slytherin and Snape pinned it on me.”

“It’s true, I saw the whole thing,” Rowan backed him. “Every technical detail of that potion was correct.”

Sighing, Angelica’s sternness took on a twinge of sympathy.

“You’re not the first Gryffindor to lose points to Snape. But do try to be more careful in the future. There’s a huge rivalry between the two houses and each side does whatever it takes to one up the other. And believe me the potions master will do whatever it takes to see Slytherin get the edge.”

Thinking back to Merula and her deviousness, David nodded. He was caught off guard once, but he would not allow the same thing to happen again in the future.

“It’s only your first day,” Angelica continued her tone softening. “Just do whatever you can do to earn the points back. And for Merlin’s sake, Grant, please promise me you won’t take after your brother. He’s caused us enough trouble already.”

The conversation ended but the wheels of David’s mind certainly didn’t. How many more times were people going to associate him with his brother? Better yet, could he escape the various reputations everyone seemed to have for him?

“Dave, if you want to talk about this, I’m perfectly willing to-”

For the second time that day, he denied having any issue with that matter.

“Nah, I’m fine Rowan, don’t worry. I’m just going sort my chocolate frog cards before dinner. Merlin is my past life after all, right?”

Laughing slowly, his friend didn’t look hurt, but he also didn’t seem convinced.

Let them talk. Cursed vaults, hidden treasure…it doesn’t matter to me.

David sincerely wished he could convince himself of that as well.

#hogwarts mystery #david grant #merula snyde #hphm #severus snape #filius flitwick #mc

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mymoonjin1 · 5 years

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My thoughts on Crimes of Grindelwald

I know there are loads of comments on this already but I too need to rant for a while. I’ll try to finish this off with some constructive criticism, though. (I’d like to add that it’s perfectly fine if you did enjoy this film, this is just MY opinion.)

I don’t even know where to start. Listen, I am a huge Harry Potter fan, always have been, even considering a tattoo. And I actually really liked the first Fantastic Beasts movie. It had its flaws, but overall it was a good story. But most importantly: the movie can stand on itself. It has its own plot. Newt arrives in New York and accidentally lets loose a few magical creatures. The goal: finding the creatures whilst figuring out who is causing the muggle attacks. Simple, fun. They mention Hogwarts and Dumbledore, stuff we’re familiar with, but not overly so. It’s done cleverly. Now. Cut to Crimes of Grindelwald. Oh, boy. From uncomfortable close-ups to just plain weird editing this film is a goddam mess, not to mention the nonsensical storylines. No matter how effing cute nifflers are. Let’s break it into themes.

Grindelwald

The movie ended and I still had no idea what Grindelwald’s crimes were. He “escapes” (He had already switched places with Abernathy, so why was that whole scene even there? A dark, evil wizard like him surely would just call Abernathy's sacrifice necessary for the cause or whatever), his French sidekick kills a family in order to keep their house and then he gives a speech. That’s it. What were his crimes?! He’s already a “notorious" dark wizard, what has he done besides spreading the word? Also, what is his actual ideology here? I’m sorry but that speech was a bit lame and again, confusing. Is he opposed to World War II or is he gonna take advantage of it? Kill all muggles or only those responsible for the war? But most importantly, we see Grindelwald for like ten minutes during the whole movie, why is his name even on the freaking title? I liked when he held his wand like he was directing an orchestra whilst killing everyone with the blue fire. That’s pretty much it. Also, I’m not getting into Johnny Depp’s controversy cause that’s a whole other issue, but I think it reflected on his performance, like he was being too cautious, or something, at least that was my perception. I mean, whatever the circumstances, you’re already playing the role, then play the goddam role.

Queenie

*Sigh* I honestly do not understand how they managed to turn a sweet and caring character into this whiny and annoying person, doing things so out of character. The love potion crap. Are you freaking kidding me?! Why was this necessary? Never mind about Jacob’s consent when I can just roofie him, kidnap him and force him to marry me! I’m the victim here, I just want to marry the one I love! Just… whyyyy? Also, she’s a freaking mind reader. How could a mind reader get brainwashed into joining a dark wizard? Because he preaches... free love? Ummm, does he?! Also, why did she freak out on the street? It was never mentioned before that her mind could get overwhelmed in crowds. It would make sense, but it was so out of nowhere it came out weird, and that scene just takes too damn long. Then the movie forgets about her for like twenty minutes to suddenly show her at the French witch’s house, like sure, I’ll go for a cup of tea with a total stranger, why not? Ugh.

Dumbledore

Ok, I actually liked Jude Law’s performance. The issue is that he, just like Grindelwald, is barely in the movie. We already knew that their relationship wasn’t going to be explored in this film, but it was still disappointing. We only got a “we were closer than brothers” and some hand-holding seen through the Mirror of Erised, WHICH APPARENTLY CAN NOW SHOW MEMORIES TOO, BUT OKAY. And please explain to me how is a blood pact different from an Unbreakable Vow? I get the aesthetic but surely an Unbreakable Vow is more convenient since it can’t be undone. Dumbledore suggested at the end of the movie that he might be able to destroy the blood pact. Wouldn’t have Grindelwald made sure to not leave anything to chance? Also, when did they make this blood pact, before the duel that killed Ariana? Why were they able to duel then? It can’t have been after, they wouldn’t have been exactly on speaking terms after that. That blood pact storyline took away the complexity of Dumbledore’s motives about not wanting to go after Grindelwald. Why wasn’t it enough that he once loved him and couldn’t bear to confront him after all that happened between them? That was a perfectly good explanation. This whole thing completely downplayed their relationship, like “yeah, now I just need to figure out how to destroy this necklace and I’ll be free to duel and possibly kill him, yay!” *Sighs*

Leta and Yusuf

What was the real purpose for these characters? We were lead to believe that the Lestrange family history was going to have this awesome revelation/plot twist and it ended up going nowhere. Also, the (insufferably long) scene where they finally explain the whole thing was so overcomplicated and confusing AF. For some reason, Leta’s dad (a rapist) sent her and her half-brother to the US, but since the baby wouldn’t shut up Leta switched him with another baby who happened to look exactly like him, and that baby was Creedence. Uh…okay? But then Leta returned to the UK and studied at Hogwarts? Sooo was that meant to be only a cool summer abroad? And how did she know about her half-brother Yusuf? How did they meet? Who made that freaking prophecy? Yusuf made that unbreakable vow with… whom, exactly? Himself? Arrgggg. Yusuf seemed to be an important character, I mean he locks Tina and Newt in a dungeon (they escape immediately but ok), but no. He spends almost the entirety of the movie unconscious only to appear conveniently at the cemetery to reveal he’s Leta’s half-brother. Just. Why ANY OF IT if later on we’d find out Creedence isn't even a Lestrange? GOD.

So, back to Leta. She switched the babies (in the Titanic?) and also befriended Newt at Hogwarts. What was her relevance in the present? Why wasn’t the whole "ending up marrying his brother" explained? That’s a flashback that would’ve been useful, unlike the other ones. It could’ve added so much more to the relationship between the three of them, specially Theseus and Newt. But it was never mentioned. Also, why was she hated by everyone at school? Were all the Lestrange hated or was it only her? And THEN, FFS what was she even trying to attempt when she approached Grindelwald? Was she like tempted into joining him but regretted her decision last minute and tried to kill him instead? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? I liked the part when she said “I love you” and you’re not quite sure if she meant Newt or his brother. That was interesting. Would’ve been even more interesting had it been developed properly. But the rest of it? What a mess.

Newt, Tina, and Jacob

I actually adore Newt as a character. He’s a refreshing male lead who’s unapologetically himself throughout the story. I read a Vox article that called him amazingly neurodivergent, and in an interview, Redmayne also said he thought of him as having Asperger's. What an extraordinary thing to see in a male lead in a multimillion-dollar franchise! He’s awesome and doesn’t need to change the way he is in order to be cool. And yet in this film, he’s sooo relegated. He could’ve done SO much more, instead, he’s just lost in the sea of subplots with no real purpose. As for Tina, she has absolutely no character development whatsoever and Jacob is just there for comic relief. Also, how did he get his memories back? I’m sorry, but “the potion only took away the bad memories” is lazy writing. They are great characters but did absolutely nothing in this movie. Totally underappreciated.

Nagini and Creedence

I don’t get why they made such a fuss over this since she has like THREE lines in the entire movie?! Seriously, why was she even there? She brought absolutely NOTHING to the plot. She just stands there next to Creedence when she could’ve been a super badass character. I’m not getting into the whole controversy, but I mean, if it was already happening, she should’ve at least had a kickass introduction. A backstory. ANYTHING. Why is a woman turning into a snake a circus attraction when anyone in this universe can become an animagus with enough practice? She was sooo mistreated here as a character. I get that there’s gonna be three more movies but COME ON, you can’t just make a huge ass preamble to another film without ANY sort of character development. It needs to have a plot of its own too. Like each of the Harry Potter books/movies. GEEZ. Now, Creedence. How did he survive? We saw a little remnant of the obscurus at the end of the first film, but hey, a little more context would’ve been nice. I thought the host and the obscurus were different things. Care to explain?! Also, how did he end up in Europe working at a magic circus? That circus thing could’ve been a very interesting plot but it goes nowhere. Again. And then... the ending. I hope the theory going around that it’s actually Ariana’s obscurus that somehow got attached to him and not actually him that’s a Dumbledore (and that’s what the phoenix was attracted to) is real because otherwise IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE. Kendra Dumbledore died in 1899. Crimes takes place in 1927. That’s 28 years. I HIGHLY doubt Creedence is 28. Why would he still be living at an orphanage at 28 then? Or did Dumbledore’s dad knock someone up in Azkaban? Just. So. Many. Plot. Holes.

Nonsensical stuff

-The lady guarding Leta’s chamber. What. The. Fork?! She lets them through even though she clearly knew Tina wasn’t Leta, and only after they’re already inside she unleashes those weird cat things with Leta being there, the actual owner of the chamber who clearly doesn’t have a problem with the “intruders”. Just… WHY?

-Jacob being able to go through the statue. Ummmm?!

-McGonagall. SHE WAS BORN IN 1935! WHAT?!

-Also, I get the whole 1920’s vibe and I mean no disrespect towards Colleen Atwood, because the costumes are actually gorgeous, but like… no robes? NONE? You can’t tell muggles and wizards apart. That was a key aspect of Harry Potter, at least with the older generations, so you’d think in the 1920’s they’d be even more traditional with their wizard clothing. I mean, Lupin wore both suits AND robes. Just saying.

-Out of hundreds of people at the cemetery, the niffler somehow knew precisely what item to steal and from whom. Ok????

-Nicholas Flamel. What was the point of him? All he did was talk with a random woman through a book and then conveniently appear at the end to tell everyone what to do to control the fire. I mean, cool, but care to elaborate?

-And that blue fire eagle thing. It’s a very, very long sequence that could have been way quicker. It was time wasted on CGI, time they could’ve spent more wisely elsewhere.

-Another thing that has been rubbing me the wrong way is the mention of Creedence’s nanny being half-elf. I know it’s probably stupid for me to be weird about it but listen. This is a universe with house elves and goblins, and that’s totally fine, I like the part they play in the story. But then we also have Professor Flitwick, who’s never mentioned to be either of those things; he’s just little. That’s it. And he’s a total badass. So why did the nanny had to be half-elf? I remember an interview with Peter Dinklage in which he said he didn’t like playing roles that cast little people as magical beings, which is why he loved Tyrion in Game of Thrones. Then why couldn’t the nanny just be a regular witch? Why half-elf? How did that come about? Think about it: a human witch/wizard… with a house elf? Which are, essentially… slaves?! I don’t even want to know. And I’m probably overthinking it, but seriously. It wasn’t a necessary detail to mention.

The Fanservice

Ok, I get that they’d include certain Potter related stuff. Nostalgia is fun, right? AS LONG AS IT MAKES SENSE. McGonagall being there makes no sense. RESPECT. CANON. PLEASE. I get retconning stuff like classes taking place on different floors at Hogwarts but dude. This was kind of an important detail. The Philosopher’s Stone casually being shown at Flamel’s house. I mean, fine. But we get it, we know who he is, it’s not like we are idiots who need reminding of this. Also, the music. I adore Hedwig’s Theme, but this is a different story. I get like a few notes here and there, but the WHOLE damn theme during that Hogwarts shot? It actually kind of threw me off a little. I couldn’t pay attention to what was actually happening.

Conclusion

Ok. I honestly don’t understand what went wrong. I don’t know if Rowling should just stick to writing novels or if it was the editing, the directing or-or… I just can’t even. JK Rowling is amazing at writing mystery. In all of the Harry Potter books, there were mysteries to be solved: who’s after the Philosopher’s Stone? Who opened the Chamber of Secrets? Why is Sirius Black after Harry? Who put his name in the Goblet of Fire? And so on. And in the first FB movie, the mystery was who was responsible for the attacks, and it made you believe it was Creedence’s little sister. That was still a good plot twist. Please, do tell, what was solved in Crimes? What did they actually accomplish? They spent the whole movie going in circles. Like I said, you can’t just have a huge ass preamble to a different movie. It needs to stand on its own, have its own arc. Otherwise, what’s the point? I genuinely wanted to like this film, but its narrativity makes it impossible to enjoy the actual plot, even with likable characters and appealing visuals.

Listen, I will forever be grateful to JK Rowling for the impact Harry Potter has had in my life. They are to this day my favorite books. I loved the original book for Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, as well as Quidditch Through the Ages and Tales of Beedle the Bard. They added fun details to the main story, a little peek into the Wizarding World. But then the whole expansion happened. And I used to get mildly excited whenever a new story was published on Pottermore. But eventually, I lost interest. And whenever someone said “I wish there was another book” I immediately cringed at the thought. Why ruin something that had ended in such a perfect way? The Harry Potter world ended with the seventh book. And that was ok. You need to let things go. That’s life. But then for money some reason, Cursed Child (aka That Which Must Not Be Named) was allowed to happen. And then, Fantastic Beasts happened, but it was a whole different story with brand new characters within the same universe, actually written by JK Rowling. Well, that actually sounded promising. Because it was a separate thing. A few references here and there. What could go wrong? Right.

There are millions of reasons why the expansion hasn’t been working, but I think part of the problem came from social media. When we were kids we’d send letters to our favorite authors, but now they are just a tweet away. Which can obviously be wonderful. But you have to know where to stop. And I don’t think JK understands that. And I don’t mean it like she’s not allowed to have her own opinions and versions of certain things that didn’t come up in the books; she created the universe. But altering canon isn’t right. Forcing narratives that don’t make sense with what’s already established is weird. That’s why it’s important to leave things to the imagination/each reader’s interpretation. You want to write a different story within the same universe, that’s amazing, go ahead! As long as it’s properly developed and has its own merits. I genuinely want to like FB. And I did. But I don’t know what went wrong with this one. You’re capable of SO much more, Jo, I know you are. Sorry if I’m being too harsh.

#fantastic beasts #crimes of grindelwald #crimes of grindelwald spoilers #rant #opinion #fantastic beasts movie #fantastic beasts and where to find them #jk rowling #twoheartedslytherinwrites

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theeldestsun · 5 years

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decided that i shouldn’t keep my verse details all locked in my head, but i’m too lazy to properly write all my verses up again. so i’m gonna be writing up tidbits and details of verses in posts like this as i feel them

wizarding world verse

- doran remembers his time at ho.gwarts fondly, despite not caring much for the british / european magical community. he’s made some good close friends and made some good memories, there despite resenting the narrow-focus of its teaching.

- he thinks of his mischief with bi.ll wea.sley was definitely worth the detentions and lectures @firstbornweasley.

- he cannot cast a corporeal patronus (to this day), while his boggart is a dried river bed, that is choked and stinky. the boggart may also show the bodies of his family. a boggart frightened him so much that he was in the school ward for a week.

- he has an affinity towards cute animals, and was once reprimanded in third year for smuggling a hippogriff chick into his dorm. it only took the staff a month to discover this -- when the chick started swung on the tower chandelier so violently that it broke from its chain and fell through the floor. the hippogriff thankfully flapped away-- and was given to ha.grid.

- he was a prefect and head boy for ra.venclaw. a miracle really after the hippogriff fiasco.

- after graduating from ho.gwarts, he spent his first year in the diplomatic department of the ministry, but found the tea too disgusting to bear -- and the conversation even worse.

- he has a small shop, where he stores and collects items and artifacts that he puts up for auctions -- and only sells them up front if someone is willing to pay thrice its starting price. he keeps the best ones however for himself.

- this is also where he studies the artifacts and learns their ancient magic.

- the shop is closed for most of the year as he goes on his magi-archeological adventures.

- he has always been confident with his magical abilities. he also learns spells, even in other magical systems, relatively quickly.

- his grandmother and mother worry their hearts out (mama especially) whenever he goes off to some god-forsaken hidden city or tomb. they send him messages through a little enchanted diary. the messages get more panicked when he doesn’t reply for more than a day.

- his grandmother however understands his mission and encourages him. secretly very proud of him, even if she berates him whenever he’s at home.

- he got enchanted by a huldra -- and while he insists the hex is broken -- Mellario still lives with him and they’re in a relationship @musenssang. /shrug

- by the time of the golden trio, he’s well into adulthood and is well established as a dealer of ancient and even dark artifacts.

- he refuses to be involved in the whole war thing against a certain dark lord. he doesn’t have any strong feelings towards magical supremacy despite being pure-blooded himself. but inevitably due to the nature of his work and wares he does get roped into it. @longmayshereign-cersei /coughs

#v: Magic Abound #f: verse detail ; wizarding world #(( i'm hype for fantastic beasts can u tell

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the-cryptographer · 6 years

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DOUJIN POST~!

Sponsored by eyepatch Kaiba, and the indomitable @rainstormcolors. Who was very kind and sent (most) of these to me for my b-day a while back~ Thank you <3 <3

So bear with me. There are quite a few, and I’m saving my two favourites for last.

This first one is called, Happy Trigger, and it’s mostly cutesy character stuff. A lot of costume play, lol. You get to see things like-

Kaiba in a gym uniform.

And Kaiba in a maid outfit.

He seems kind of desperate for Yuugi’s attention here, lol. There’s a pretty cute comic near the end about his birthday. On the one hand, I wonder that two of the doujinshi on this list have a birthday theme. Otoh, is it really surprising considering how much art and fic people churned out for Kaiba’s b-day here on tumblr? Aaaah, I didn’t have anything to finish for Mai’s b-day this week. Mea culpa.

He’s kind of having a normal day full of kindness and irritations.

I especially like his annoyance with Pegasus calling to wish him a good day.

And then Yuugi texts him and he completely flips out, heh~

So this one - Love Fool is kind of nice slice-of-school-life type stuff. You’ve got these good pictures of Yuugi getting his sneakers on before he heads home.

And good pictures of stick figure Yuugi arguing with stick figure Kaiba.

In any case, the kind of premise of this doujinshi involves Kaiba coming to Yuugi’s place to watch a videotape. Yes. One of those videotapes. Courtesy of Jounouchi. I’m not entirely sure Kaiba’s in the know about what’s going on but-

He barges into Yuugi’s room like he owns the place.

And Yuugi freaks out bc his undies are hanging up. Bc Yuugi has the luxury to worry about these kinds of petty concerns (it’s okay, ilu, yuugi~)

He makes a run for them to take them down, heh~

Anyhow, the videocassette or the VCR isn’t working, properly. So Yuugi and Seto get to talking instead. About angsty things like his company and his dad and Mokuba.

And then hugs happen.

And then things are finally getting steamy.

And then-

Right then the VCR finally starts working and interrupts them with breathy, busty porn star moans.

We see Jou and Honda get the video back later.

And it looks like it kind of killed the mood judging by Yuugi’s reaction, lol. I know- I know- I have all the tools to translate this but I’m lazy and don’t want to :p

And this is tabby tail’s work. I don’t have much to comment about it- it’s cute and porny. But I really like how this circle draw’s Kaiba emoting.

Look at him. He’s one second away from kissing his bf and he looks completely joyless, like his cat just died. This is super on point and I love it.

Also bonus Jou expression for you. Bc you know I like Jou.

Ahhh, I really love aquarium aesthetic. I’m pretty sure an aquarium theme automatically boosts my enjoyment of something regardless of what it is. Considering I’ve enjoyed all the aquarium prideship and JouKai I’ve run across.

This whole doujin has that kind of watery blurry surrealism to it, though. And it seems to be playing around with age and memory.

We see this backdrop with Kaiba and Mokuba in the aftermath of the deaths of their biological parents. This is always something I’m skittish about exploring - bc i’m always afraid it will undermine who Seto is and what his influences have been - but it’s interesting thing to see others delve into. Anyhow-

Aww, Yuugi hugs baby Seto. To comfort him.

And then baby Seto turns into adult Seto.

And then we play Magic & Wizards. Because that’s what ygo is all about.

The only pride one rscs sent me. It’s titled THE PITH AND THE PENDULUM, which is either a play on Edgar Allen Poe’s short story, or a misspelling of it. Either way, it’s apt. It’s kind of a highly aesthetic dark, distorted presentation, with a gothic style. Very lovely.

A stark introduction. A good coat.

You have these kinds of moments of sleeping and wakefulness with the characters. (Yes, it seems Kaiba dreams up Atem in the panel up there).

And this dark shot of a speeding car at night.

And a lavish dinner with these strange patterned curtains.

And- agh-! The artist caught me. Meaningful hand grabs! My weakness! How did they know?!

Here’s more of the art just bc pretty~

Alright. These next couple are things that I purchased myself.

One of veryroll’s older works. sfw guardshipping.

They really outdid themselves with the backgrounds. They’re full of people and scenery and silly signs - TOKYO HANDS!!

EXCELSIX-CAFE!!

(Also Isono looks great here.)

They go to the cafe and there are 5Ds characters in the background and Seto makes friends with little kids and it’s cute. And, wow, I think I’ve said before but I love baby-face Seto in veryroll’s work. I feel like, yes, he must look so adolescent to Isono. Bc he looks very adolescent to me. I watch him in canon and go, god, what a child.

Angry child.

And I finally managed to get the doujinshi that was lost. The wish one, at least, still working on the polar ones.

Here’s some adorable pinup.

I also got these buttons. From a circle I bought Dark Magician/Dark Magician Girl doujinshi from. What can I say. Angry Jou and Enemy Controller and JouKai. What’s not to love?

And a surprising favourite!! I wasn’t quite sure about buying this one, bc of how Yuugi was drawn on the cover and because I didn’t have any sample pages to go off of. But it ended up being really great.

bc lip balm.

And rival cuddles.

And rival kisses.

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY PEOPLE FEEDING SETO FOOD!!!

Heh. It seems several different artists worked on this - but there’s a kind of through-line with the stories. Most of them are kind of lazy bumming around Kaiba’s manor with sex and Kaiba never taking off his bathrobe. Anyhow, going off of that, the doujinshi got better in the best way possible:

It’s Kaiba’s birthday, and Yuugi calls in to get pizza (and cake?) delivered. And Jounouchi’s the delivery boy. And Jounouchi is worst delivery boy. Who just walks into the room - ignoring that Seto’s naked under the covers - and sits on the bed and helps himself to the pizza he himself delivered. And, aw- aw- aw- battleship friendship vibes are my favourite. This really was super cute~ I’m glad you had a good b-day, Kaiba~

And this one is the last one from rscs. Because we were saving it for the end. Rosario Bianco’s rivalshipping is a gift to us all.

Idk, the drawings are crisp and cute and expressive. Everyone is cute.

So Kaiba follows Yuugi home, and bows to Yuugi’s mom all respectful-like. And Mama Mutou is immediately charmed. And Yuugi’s kind of ??? about it. And I want to be upset about it, lol, but how can I hold it against Kaiba for managing to make a good first impression on someone for once in his life~

So Kaiba is studying the pictures Yuugi has left on his cork board. Heh~ For a second I thought that the one with Anzu and Honda was literally the one from the anime - with all of them doing the peace sign - except Kaiba’s brain had tactfully edited Jounouchi out bc UNWANTED, lol. It does seem like it’s a different picture tho.

Anyhow, so Yuugi walks in with the fan and THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF ADORABLE PONYTAIL YUUGI!!!

The important part, though, is that Yuugi has a newspaper cutout of the Grand Opening of Kaiba Land next to his other pictures on the cork board. I guess how nice and not-fucked-up this gesture is depends a lot on whether or not this was the cutout for the Grand Opening of Death-T.

Kaiba also gets his hair tied up.

EARS! BOBBY PIN!

More PONYTAIL YUUGI! BC I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH. PONYTAIL BLUSHING YUUGI!!!

Kaiba says I thought at the time (these?) feelings were bad. At least I think that’s what he says - I’m no pro translator gdi.

Text say something about happiness and something about crying. IDK. But Yuugi WITH THE PONYTAIL, CRYING, AND BLUSHING ALL AT ONCE. It’s too much. So good.

And then they have sex and work out their issues, idk- NSFW image below

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It’s just Yuugi’s expression is too funny not to share, okay?

#doujinshi #rivalship #there are others but it's mostly rivalship #save me from this card game hell

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thatishogwash · 7 years

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Wanted: A Loving Family

Summary: Daichi, with his familiar Matsukawa, watches over Tetsurou has he attempts to summon his own familiar but things go a bit awry. AO3 No Warnings. AN: I'm going to do a 13 Days of Halloween (Fall or October) type of writing, trying to beat this writers block. So if you have any pairs or prompts feel free to shout them at me!

Daichi placed the basket on the ground a good distance away from where Tetsurou had drawn, and was currently sitting in the middle, his summoning circle. He made sure he wasn’t close enough to break Tetsurou’s concentration but near enough that he could study the soft curve of his back. It was a cool October day but the magic Tetsurou was expending had heated up the small summoning circle, allowing him to wear the black tank top and jeans with no shoes or socks in comfort.

Daichi sat himself down next to the basket as he felt a large presence behind him. A wolf-like creature the size of a small horse pulled itself out of the lengthening shadows. Rudy red eyes stared out at Tetsurou before his monstrous head turned towards Daichi.

“Hello Matsukawa.” Daichi greeted his familiar. Direct sunlight had always seemed to drain Matsukawa rather fast, so Daichi had purposely waited until the sun was starting to fall in the sky before setting out to find his husband. Matsukawa butted his big head against Daichi before going around to circle the area, looking for unknown danger.

It was the same reason Daichi had come out, to watch over Tetsurou, and to bring him something to eat when he finally let the spell go. Tetsurou had begun to spend more and more time trying to summon a familiar, going well into the night. Except there were nasty things that crawled in the night, nasty things that would see an unguarded wizard expending an enormous amount of energy and think he would make a good snack.

Matsukawa chased away some hobgoblins lurking in a nearby bush. They squealed and squeaked in fear as they stumbled over themselves to get away from the demonic wolf.

Matsukawa was Daichi’s familiar, had been for the past five years. It had taken Daichi only three hours sitting in a summoning circle for Matsukawa to choose him. That was how familiars worked. They weren’t just animals, though many choose to stay in an animal-like form, but intelligent magical creatures. Familiars shared their lives with their chosen witch and therefore it was a life-binding decision they made. Matsukawa wasn’t really a large wolf, he was more of a shadow creature than anything else. His shape changed day-to-day, sometimes appearing in a more canine fashion, sometimes choosing something more feline or avian. Rarely he donned his human-like form, something tall and lanky with an ever present deadpan expression and mischievous dark eyes.

Daichi had been surprised by how well suited he was to Matsukawa. How well Matsukawa fit into his and Tetsurou’s life, like he had been there all along. It had been part of the reason Tetsurou had waited for so long until he decided that it was time to get his own familiar. Their little family of three seemed perfect, they were all a little wary of adding a fourth.

Except Tetsurou had begun to the summoning at the beginning of October and the month was fast approaching it’s end. Yet no familiar had shown up. Tetsurou would never admit it but he was getting worried. They had all heard stories of witches who couldn’t find a familiar. Their hearts too dark, their souls too twisted. Daichi didn’t believe any of that nonsense about Tetsurou, not his Tetsurou with his horrible bedhead and lames jokes. The same man who made sure to close all the blinds in the morning for Matsukawa’s comfort. The same one who had slowly and carefully wooed Daichi over the course of years until Daichi realized he was deeply in love. Tetsurou could be a little provocative, especially if he was around Matsukawa’s human-shape or Tooru, but he had a big and genuine heart. A familiar would show up in their own time and when they did they would be spectacular.

So Daichi did what he could, which meant bringing a basket of food for his husband who hadn’t eaten in hours and watching the shadows for monsters. Well, monsters that didn’t include his Matsukawa.

Matsukawa looped back over to Daichi after thoroughly scaring away the hobgoblins. He circled behind Daichi before laying down, his big furry body radiating warmth. Daichi settled against him, judging by the downward tug of Tetsurou’s lips he knew they would be there for a little while yet. Daichi had worked at the shop all day and he knew Matsukawa would keep an ear out for danger, so he allowed himself to curl up against the big body behind him and close his eyes, letting the ambient sounds of the country night lull him into a light doze.

Daichi must have fallen asleep for a while considering the next time he opened his eyes it was significantly darker. Daichi wasn’t sure what woke him at first, until he saw movement near his side. Matsukawa wasn’t moving from behind him, which reassured Daichi that it was nothing dangerous. As much as Matsukawa enjoyed his pranks, he would never allow any harm to befall either Daichi or Tetsurou.

Daichi watched tiny hands touch along the top of the basket. It was a small glowing spirit that looked like a cross between a fox and a raccoon, with wide black eyes. Tiny raccoon-like hands found their way inside the basket before Matsukawa sat up straight, head tilted to the side and ears perked up as he listened to something that was out of range of Daichi’s human ears.

The small spirit, scared by Matsukawa’s sudden movement, scurried away. Daichi felt bad enough to dig into the basket and pulled out a container with plenty of salted mackerel in it. Tetsurou would be famished after his summoning spell, and disappointed if a familiar didn’t show themselves. Hence bringing his favorite food and plenty of it. Enough of it to share one fish with a harmless spirit.

Daichi tossed the fish to the spirit, who made little whistle and click noises in excitement as it scooped up the fish before pointing to the side. Daichi looked over to see Tetsurou throw himself backwards, long arms and legs thrown wide in defeat.

Matsukawa moved forward, blending into the shadows as several creatures started to ooze and crawl towards the exhausted witch, waiting for him to be at his weakest.

Daichi pulled his wand out from his boot, taking a deep breath and waiting. Matsukawa blended in perfectly with the shadows, he was a shadow creature after all, but Daichi always knew where he was. Matsukawa charged out of the shadows, chasing off the creatures on the far side. Gathering his power Daichi flicked out his hand holding the wand, light burst out the tapered end and took care of the remaining creatures.

With that taken care of, and Matsukawa making enough noise to scare away any further disturbances, Daichi tucked his wand back into his boot, letting the slightly fatter end stick out and press reassuringly against his calf. Daichi then turned to bow deeply at the spirit who had warned them. The spirit hugged the half eaten fish to his furry chest before standing on its two feet, bowing back to Daichi.

Daichi reached down to grab the basket before making his way over to his disheartened husband. Daichi looked over the circle as he walked through it, saw the meticulous care Tetsurou took in making it after the third failed attempt to summon a familiar.

“Tell me how it feels Daichi.” Tetsurou said as Daichi sat down, carefully picking up his husbands head to place it carefully in his lap.

“How what feels?” Daichi asked as he began to thread his fingers through the dark tresses on the witches frowning face. Tetsurou’s hair was longer than when they met, when they were both apprentices and fairly young. Tetsurou could pull it back into a tiny ponytail, more often than not he used a black headband to push it back when he was trying to concentrate.

“To have such a failure as a husband.” Tetsurou looked up, tried for his usual arrogant smirk but it just fell short. Daichi sighed as he pushed the wild hair away from Tetsurou’s face, so they both could see each other properly.

“You made me the only wand that has ever worked for me.” Daichi’s magic was no where near the extent of Tetsurou’s or others such as Ushijima or Tooru’s. He ran a shop for apprentices, teaching the fairly young basic control before they would go to a proper school. The work was long and difficult, Daichi loved every minute of it, but the small magic he was allowed with the help of a wand made long ago by a young boy with a cheshire cat smile sure helped when dealing with children who had too many emotions they couldn’t deal with, which led to magical disasters.

“My finest moment, it was all downhill from there.” Tetsurou said dramatically, but there was some truth in his words. Or truth as he saw it. Tetsurou made magical items, his workshop was connected to Daichi’s own apprentice shop. They lived upstairs with Matsukawa.

“So marrying Daichi or meeting me was apart of that downhill spiral?” Matsukawa’s low drawl came from above them as he finally got bored of chasing dark creatures and trotted back to them. He walked between Tetsurou’s spread legs and laid down on the man, who let out a grunt from the added weight.

“I don’t know why you two are still with me, I’m clearly-” Matsukawa’s sudden shift to a human form stopped Tetsurou. Matsukawa hardly took on a human form, he claimed it was because this form was weaker than the others but Daichi just suspected he was lazy. No one would ask a 150 kilogram beast to help with chores. Well Daichi would but only because Matsukawa is his 150 kilogram beast.

“Clearly what?” Daichi prompts, pulling lightly on Tetsurou’s black hair as Matsukawa makes himself comfortable lying mostly on top of Tetsurou. Daichi can see their combined attack was working it’s own sort of magic. Tetsurou’s stiffness was slowly leaving him, his frown not so pronounced as Matsukawa pushed his hands underneath Tetsurou’s black shirt.

“Clearly a big pushover?” Matsukawa offered, rubbing his face against Tetsurou’s chest as Daichi leant over to press a soft kiss against his lips.

“Clearly a dork?” Daichi asked with a grin as Tetsurou huffed out a laugh.

“You two stop flattering me, I’ll blush.” Tetsurou joked, but his arms came up to hug Matsukawa’s to himself at the same time as he tilted his head back. The kiss was a little awkward with Daichi leaning forward and it being upside down, but there was an old familiarity there. A warmth and comfort gained from years of knowing and loving each other.

When Daichi had first walked into Tetsurou’s old shop to pick up something for his older brother he had thought he had never met anyone as obnoxious as Tetsurou was. The same was still true, Tetsurou was infamously obnoxious when he wanted to be. But he was also one of the most soft hearted people Daichi had ever known. He cared deeply about others and as much as he might joke about it, the fact that no familiar would bond with him was really bothering him.

Daichi’s ears gave an almost painful pop from sudden expense of magic. Daichi and Matsukawa slowly released Tetsurou, who pushed himself into a sitting position, dark eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the creature sitting within the confines of his summoning circle. The summoning circle that was still active, even if Tetsurou had stopped pouring his magic and concentration into it. Neither Daichi nor Matsukawa had disturbed any of the lines when they walked into it.

Matsukawa shifted into the spot Tetsurou left as he carefully drew closer to the large creature. Matsukawa had to scoot down quite low to be able to rest against Daichi’s chest, both his husband and his familiar enjoyed being several centimeters taller than Daichi though neither were quite as broad as him and therefore never pushed the height debacle too far. Daichi rested his chin on the top of Matsukawa’s head, his wild and curly hair tickling the skin of his neck before he moved a little so he could whisper in his familiars ear without disturbing Tetsurou and the new creature.

“Why would they show up now?” Daichi wondered. Matsukawa hummed in thought as Tetsurou kneeled before the creature. It was quite large with almost snowy white fur along most of its body which looked like that of a big cats, though it’s head was quite avian, almost like an owl. Large gun metal blue eyes stare down at Tetsurou in almost a bored fashion.

“What was different this time?” Matsukawa asked, the answer quite clear. Daichi and Matsukawa were different this time. “I have a feeling he’s been watching Tetsu for quite a while. Everyone is different when looking for their potential partner.” Matsukawa idly traced the veins along Daichi’s hand, long fingers barely touching him. “I wanted a family, it looks like he’s not too different.”

It had only taken a couple hours for Matsukawa to choose Daichi but Daichi suddenly remembered that it was when Tetsurou had stumbled into the clearing Daichi had set up his circle in that Matsukawa had appeared. Daichi had watched as Tetsurou tripped over a hidden root or rock, perhaps his own feet, and had thought with clear exasperated fondness of how much he loved Tetsurou. How he was going to marry him.

“Akaashi.” Tetsurou said the name softly, reverently. The large creature closed his eyes slowly and bowed his head. Tetsurou pressed his forehead against his new familiars.

Names were always powerful, but to familiars they were more than that. When a witch summoned their familiar for the first time they named them, and if the familiar accepted the name then they became bonded. Giving their true name to their witch was the biggest show of trust. Daichi had named Matsukawa, but he also knew his true name was Issei. Only in the most private moments did he say the name.

“Akaashi!” Tetsurou laughed happily as his new familiar drew back, blinking large eyes at him. “This is my husband and his familiar Matsukawa, you’ll be living with us now. I’m sorry about all the children, Daichi tends to collect them and Mattsun sheds over everything but they’re okay.” Tetsurou leant forward and whispered something to Akaashi that made the the pointed feathers on his head twitch slightly as he glanced over at Daichi and Matsukawa. Matsukawa laughed before pushing himself into a real seated position and not just draping himself over Daichi.

“What did he say?” Daichi asked with a frown. Tetsurou and Matsukawa shared a mischievous grin before Daichi sighed and pushed himself onto his feet to make his way over to Akaashi. “If you want to back out now I understand, they only get worse the longer you know them.” Tetsurou let out an indignant squawk as Akaashi ducked his head, a low sound emitting from him that could be laughter or just a growling stomach.

“He said I would grow to love both of you.” Akaashi’s voice was soft and deep, almost surprising. Matsukawa had waited months before revealing he could speak, not all familiars could. “I look forward to it. Please take care of me.” Akaashi bowed his head and Daichi smiled, a warm feeling filling him as he knew Akaashi would fit rather nicely into their makeshift little family.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #my writing #fanfiction #kurodai #matsudai #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #matsukawa issei #akaashi keiji

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everly-kindred · 4 years

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Eve’s Diary - Entry #46

Synopsis: Eve continues her classes, but with Valentine’s Day around the corner, something is distracting her...

Words: 991

Date: January 27th, 2027

Dear Diary,

Well, I’ve had a busy week of classes, in which some interesting things did happen, though I’ve been having some dreams lately that have somewhat preoccupied my mind.

To start, there was our first Defense Against the Dark Arts session in which Professor Vikander had this sort of partially invisible corgi named Henry… He actually got to sit with me and Marigold at our des for most of the lesson. We talked about flobberworms and how they’re harmless, and then billywigs and the ways in which one would defend themselves from their sting.

I had quidditch practice, and I’m a little more confident in my snitch-catching abilities, though I, of course, want to keep practicing whenever I can. I was lucky we found a day where it wasn’t snowing to practice.

We had transfigurations with Professor Banks, and she brought us snacks, which was nice. We also kept working on our wands in Artificer Club, and Bonnie showed us how to use reparo to seal up the end of the wand once you’re done hollowing it out and putting the core in. I couldn’t properly cast the spell, but I thought the method was clever.

In Dragonology, Professor Eastwood had these two very realistic looking model dragons. One of them was a Swedish Short-Snout and he had a Ravenclaw girl stand in front of it while it blew its flames - which didn’t hurt her, of course, but he wanted to show us the range of a dragon’s fire-breath. While dragon skin is resistant to magic, you can still use spells to protect yourself from attacks. Suffice to say, though, I don’t want to run into a dragon any time soon. Even if they are incredible to witness.

We also had History of Magic, and Professor Digby had some really inspirational words that stuck with me. He told us how we are all meant for something greater, but we have to apply ourselves to achieve such things.

In Herbology with Professor Dracheblume, we started talking about wand woods, which is a big part of the curriculum. We actually talked about vine wood for a good amount of the time, and the druids and such. Vine can come from many plants, though the most common for us would likely be grapevine.

In Care of Magical Creatures, we discussed Grindylows, and in Arithmancy, I still struggled and failed to cast my spells, which was disappointing.

I actually had to pass on Divinations this week because… Professor Gallo made the inside of the Divination’s classroom like a tank at the aquarium, and I truly thought I would faint dead away right there! Being trapped in an aquarium tank is something I actually have nightmares about! There were dolphins and everything in there, and everyone looked like they were having fun, but I simply cannot do it. I do not like large bodies of water and I especially do not like swimming in those large bodies of water with other creatures! I froze on the spot and then ran back to my common room!

In Ghoul Studies, we talked about ectoplasm and limbo. Death is a weird subject that I don’t like to think about all that much, truth be told, even if I do love ghosts quite a bit. And then we had another Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Lane. There was this older girl who was a bit mean to me, who was related to the… Pay-roes? Which I think was… Well, actually, I don’t know, the name sounds familiar, though. Anyways, I looked at her when she was talking in front of the class, and she said something to me in a language I didn’t understand, and then told me to stop looking at her, so I just… moved across the room, away from her entirely.

And then we got into this big debate and discussion about blood purity, and people had all these opinions about it, and it was really overwhelming. Everyone felt so strongly about it, and made it seem like such a complicated thing when my thoughts about it are… Don’t kill. Stop trying to kill people, least of all over something like the family they are born to. It seems so simple. Anyways, it was all too much with all these emotions bouncing everywhere, so I excused myself from the class early.

Hogsmeade weekend was this weekend, as well. I walked down and got myself a few sweets and looked around the bookstore, but I didn’t stay long. This week was busy and completely exhausted me, truthfully, so I wanted to take the opportunity to be a little lazy.

I’ve been having these weird dreams lately. Just the past few days, but they all feel like… I’m inside of the fairytales in my books. And it’s like I’m the princess or the female heroine in the story, but I’m lost and confused, and I’m trying to figure things out. There are flowers everywhere, and people are trying to get me to either… take or give someone love potion, and I don’t know what to make of it. Cornelius is there, but he’s been coloured pink instead of green, even though lately in real life he’s been more sooty and black from rolling around the fireplaces. And I have some sort of decision to make with the love potion, but I’m not sure if it’s what I want. Adults always talk about love like it’s so complicated, even though in books it seems so simple. Is it like the fairytales? Anyways, Valentines and the Hearty Party are coming, so I guess that’s why I’m having these dreams.

I’m very sleepy, so I think I’m going to catch a quick nap before breakfast and classes start. I got woken up by something a couple hours ago and have been having a hard time falling back to sleep since! But I think I can, now.

Much love, Everly

About the Character: Everlina Rosemary Kindred is an imaginative Hufflepuff attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She keeps up with her magical journey through a series of diary entries, dream journals, and tarot readings, all documented for future reflection. Her diary is a small glimpse into her enchanted life, and her adventure into the wizarding world and all its splendors. If you’d like more information about Eve, visit her wiki page.

About the Author: My name is Katherine! I am a 21-year-old Hufflepuff & Pukwudgie from Louisville, Kentucky. This page is my creative journey into the magical world, through the lenses of Second Life. Here I post diary entries, dream journals, and tarot readings all from my character’s perspective. If you’d like more information about me, visit my Flickr!

Outfit Credits:

Hair - [monso] My Hair - Julia

Flower Crown - +Half-Deer+ Blossom Baby - Wildflower Crown - Mix

Headband - Mossu - Fleur.Wreath

Pygmy Puff - Ohmai Emporium: Pygmy Puff (Sakura)

Glasses - .random.Matter. - Rose Glasses - Gold

Bandaid - m i z u ru - nose bandage

Love potion - :::ChicChica::: Love Potion

Choker - Sweet Thing. Betsey Choker

Necklace - SPELL : Felix Felicis Potion

Ring - ^^Swallow^^ Lock of Love Ring

Dress - Bowtique - June Dress

#harry potter #witch #magic #hufflepuff #diary #hogwarts #journal #secondlife #mischief managed #magical #witchy

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qasian-tech-support · 7 years

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So many small things are piling up in my life and they're completely fixable. Every single goddamn one. But I'm too fucking lazy and stupid and unmotivated to do a single thing about them. I feel like I've been somewhat ahead of a lot of my peers, but now they're slowly catching up and I'm falling behind. I haven't ever really had to study, but now because of that I hadn't developed good study skills. I turned 15 in February and I haven't even tried to take my learner's permit test; I've just been telling everyone that I took it over the summer and failed on the dui stuff. My best friend (he's mine; I'm not his. I severely doubt I'm his best friend) bounced back from his last gf and he got one early on this school year. I'm proud of him, but I feel like I'm slowly being replaced and I KNOW I shouldn't be feeling this way but... I haven't even really talked to the girl that I 'dated' in 8th grade. We were friends since Kindergarten; she was the first person I met. We started fake dating because everyone basically shipped up and we wanted to see everybody's reaction if we actually were seeing each other. By the end of the week she asked if we could stay that way and I agreed. I've never been good at communicating and I guess judging by social norms we weren't really fully legitimately dating (we only like went on 1 or 2 dates). I felt safe and I told her about how I had been going through some things in my mind and she told me about some of her insecurities (a lot of which I had for myself too). She even texted a clever bot convo she had where she mentioned me and said that she hoped it would last. But our communication slowly but steadily deteriorated. By the time summer came, we didn't text each other. I was scared that she didn't want to talk to me, and I didn't want her to get mad or get annoyed or feel uncomfortable if I tried texting her, so I never did. Our first year of high school came, but we didn't share any classes together, nor lunch period, so I didn't get a chance to talk to her. This year, we have the same first block, but I'm sure she hates me, or has at least written me out of her life. I don't think she really ever looks at me. I feel so fucking stupid whenever I answer a question incorrectly; she must be either really disappointed or extremely amused. Why didn't I just ask to be friends? Why was I so stupid to see that I can't uphold a relationship? She was one of my best friends. She introduced me to things like dr who and she was the one who made me excited to get into the wizarding world of harry potter. She was one of the only people who weren't disgusted when they looked at me or my hair. She was one of the only people who liked my hair. She had one of the cutest smiles and amazing, flowing curly blonde hair. Why did I have to steal time of her life away like that? Why couldn't I have done better? Why didn't i realize how terrible i am? What did she see in me? What does she see in me now? It's been about 2 years, why can't I get over it in my mind? Why did I have to lose my oldest friend? I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid. I used time of her life that she could've been using doing something else. I stole her time. I stole her time. I can't draw either. I'm so bad at drawing. I can only draw heads and shoulders from head-on and even then it's shitty. My art skill has decreased. I used to draw almost everyday last school year and in 8th grade. I'm so bad. I can't draw from different angles. I can't draw proportions. I can't do shit. And and writing. I'm bad at writing. I'll never be good at that either. I can barely come up with endings, I'm shit with beginnings, and I can't properly tie the two together. I make too many characters. I won't ever be good at writing characters either. I'm scared to write because I know I'll get them wrong. I know I'll write female characters incorrectly and inaccurately. I use too many tropes. I want it to be serious but not take itself too seriously. I make it impossibly huge. I can't ever keep things cohesive because of how long it takes to come up with things.

#Zero talks #negative #self harm #self harm tw #self harm mention

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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just the two of us (hogwarts au) part ten - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - im SO sorry it took so long! aaaah i hate myself for being a failure, sorry as fuckkkkk!! but it finally happened yes gawd

prepare for some action lovelies!! <3

This was it. Alaska was staring glory in the face, ready to do whatever she had to in order to win, make herself proud, and to become a champion. Never had her Hogwarts robes, as thick and heavy as they were, felt more like a suit of armour. She was protected, unstoppable. Who was going to beat her? Phi Phi? Kim? Not likely. Her mind was made up, her resolve like steel. Whatever it took, she would do it.

Nerves started to infiltrate her strong mask, little lightning bolts of worry snaking beneath her skin. What if she failed? What if she didn’t know what she had to do, and made a fool of herself in front of everyone? Oh god, it was going to go wrong. Everything would be too difficult, and Phi Phi would win, and Alaska would look like an idiot. It was going to be awful.

“Breathe,” Raja told her, readjusting Alaska’s school tie and straightening her skirt. “You’ve got this. All of Hogwarts is behind you.”

Although her words were meant to be some kind of comfort, Alaska only felt sicker. Of course, Raja had won back when she’d been at Hogwarts. She faced the stigma of being half-werewolf, braved the bullying, and had slain the competition. But Raja was fierce. The way she stood, her body perpetually relaxed like she was born to be a supermodel. Her lazy, effortless confidence with the way she spoke and presented herself. Aside from being a picture of complete beauty – the bushy eyebrows, furry arms and furry legs giving her a unique fashion trademark – Raja was quick, fast, strong, and smart. What did Alaska have? Bowed legs, feet that turned in when she walked, and a desire to win that was greater than most of her strengths combined.

“That’s easy for you to say. All of Hogwarts is gonna watch me fuck up.” Alaska whispered in response. She hadn’t meant to whisper, but her voice didn’t seem to be working properly.

Raja laughed lightly, throwing her head back with infuriating elegance. “Fair. I went to Durmstrang when it was my time in the tournament, but don’t worry. Worrying is useless. You either win or you don’t.”

“I want to win.” Alaska muttered fervently.

Raja nodded. “Exactly. Focus on that. Besides, Sharon told me that she knows you’re gonna do well. If that helps it all.”

Judging from Raja’s cocked eyebrow and expectant smile, she knew the effect her words would have. Alaska flushed and looked down, not wanting to let on just how much calmer that had made her feel. Okay, she was still freaking out. But Sharon had talked positively about Alaska to Raja Gemini – a fucking supermodel and the legendary winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

“Just breathe deep, think of winning, and think of Sharon. I know she’s thinking about you.” Raja advised her.

Alaska hummed, taking a hint of comfort from her familiar surroundings. Some kind of scene was being set up out on the field, presumably near or on the Quidditch pitch, and in the meantime the champions waited outside the doors to th Great Hall. The flaming lamps were still lit, the early morning darkness having not yet lifted, and the fire was relaxing to watch. Flames flickered back and forth, never changing, never blowing out.

At least the other champions seemed just as nervous. Kim – who Alaska had seen around school a few times, her face beautifully painted – hadn’t spoken a word, despite her exuberant appearance giving her an air of confidence. She stood in front of Manila, the previous Durmstrang winner, shuffling her feet and looking at the ground. At least the two champions matched, Alaska mused. Both had something eccentric about the way they looked, something to make them stand out.

Phi Phi was chattering away to Naomi, her high-pitched voice yapping at a mile a minute. That was probably her way of coping with the nervousness; Naomi clearly didn’t know or care that this was Phi Phi’s method of coping. She was too busy staring at Kim’s makeup and occasionally adjusting her impossibly straight, glossy black hair.

Sharon. Glory. Money. Sharon. Glory. Money. Alaska could do this. Even if only for those three incentives. Was that superficial of her?

Soon enough, from what Raja had told her, the students would be arriving to watch. Almost every student in Hogwarts, as well as every member of the sixth and seventh years that Beauxbaton and Durmstrang had brought with them. They would sit down, separated into their schools or intermingling with one another, showing their support through badges, banners, signs, charms, face-paint. She couldn’t let the school down. Not when she had a legacy like Raja’s to potentially fulfil.

Alaska’s gaze was suddenly drawn to a colourful presence ascending the stairs towards the champions, a wide smile on her face. Behind her, a tech team lugging microphones, speakers and other equipment followed. It took mere seconds for the woman to reach the top of the steps where the champions were stood, and she began to shake each of their hands.

“Hi! Hello, what’s your name? Ah, Kim Chi! Lovely to meet you. Durmstrang, yes? Wonderful! Good luck, dear!”

Alaska watched, slightly amused, as the eccentric figure interacted with them. She looked vaguely familiar – a head of blonde ringlet curls, a small top-hat fascinator, and a peculiarly patterned dress giving her a striking yet odd appearance. She could’ve walked straight out of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and Alaska would’ve been none the wiser.

“Morning! I love your hair, it’s beautiful!” The woman chirped.

As soon as she got close, it suddenly clicked. She’d seen this woman on television hundreds of times, the same smiling face and upbeat mannerisms as she displayed in front of her. How had she forgotten?

“You’re Pandora Boxx!” Alaska blurted out, shocked. “From Boxx of Wishes! I watch the special at Christmas with my family every year.”

Pandora smiled widely. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy to meet you…”

“Alaska.” Alaska supplied. “You’re hosting this?”

Pandora nodded. “I sure am. I’m the best they could get.”

She laughed brightly at her own joke, but Alaska was still impressed. Boxx of Wishes was easily one of the most campy, cheesy wizarding TV shows out there, and that was exactly why Alaska loved it. It featured ten contestants – ranging from squibs to wizards to part werewolves or just about anyone in between – who each had their deepest desire written down on a slip of parchment and hidden in a box. They then had to complete a series of challenges, weeding out the weakest until only two were left. At the very end, the two remaining contestants would be given the nine pieces of parchment; every wish but their own. They had to correctly identify which contestant wanted which wish, and whoever got the most correct would win and have their wish granted. All the while, Pandora provided entertaining commentary and a bubbly, fun personality.

“Good luck, Alaska! I’ll see you very soon.”

With that, Pandora muttered something that sounded like ‘Sonorus’ and disappeared through the door to the Great Hall and out of the entrance to the Quidditch pitch.

“Champions, come on.” A member of Pandora’s team spoke, ushering the champions into the Great Hall and lining them up outside the exit. Soon enough, Alaska would be walking through those doors, out into the crowd of students, ready to face her first challenge. Well, perhaps ready wasn’t the word. Ready or not, she’d be out there and competing. Doing whatever she had to do and crossing her fingers that she did it well.

“Raja –” She began, not sure where she was going with her question.

Then came Pandora’s voice, booming loud and familiar with her amplification charm.

“Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! My name is Pandora Boxx, welcome to the Triwizard Tournament!”

Thunderous applause seemed to shake the floors. Even Alaska found herself clapping, and when she looked around, both of the other champions along with Manila, Naomi and Raja were cheering along too. The mood had affected everyone.

“For those of you who may be unaware of the nature of the Triwizard Tournament, I will explain. It dates back to 1294, containing a series of gruelling challenges for our victors to compete in. Since the beginning, the competition has been between the ever-present Durmstrang Institute –”

Kim and Manila cheered, as the sound of stamped feet and whooping came from behind the doors.

“- the illustrious Beauxbaton Academy of Magic –”

Phi Phi and Naomi squealed excitedly, matching the cheers of their school.

“-and of course, the historical Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!”

Alaska and Raja instantly clutched one another and applauded, as the sound of what appeared to be the entire school blew Alaska away. It was similar to the sound of a Quidditch final, only intensified. No one was missing this event to do their studies, that was for sure.

“Please welcome our three champions – Kim Chi of Durmstrang, Phi Phi O’Hara of Beauxbaton, and Alaska Thunderfuck of Hogwarts!”

A hand roughly shoved Alaska’s back, and just like that she’d been thrust into the outdoors, her and the other champions slowly making their way to the centre of the field. The morning was bright and cold, and would’ve given Alaska a chill had it not been for the nervous sweat she’d been working up. Around her, the Quidditch pitch had been modified to suit the challenge and accommodate the influx of foreign students, and the sheer amount of bodies was shocking. Each of the bleachers had been extended, with students of all houses and schools intermingling in one unidentifiable mass.

Squeals, screams, shouts, cheers and deafening applause exploded out from the students the second the champions stepped out. Alaska walked into the embrace and let it fill her with adrenaline. The whole of Hogwarts was behind her. She could do this.

Almost instinctively, her eyes went to the crowd, searching for familiar faces amongst the pinpricks posing as students. Just when she was about to give up finding the faces of Willam, Courtney and Sharon, she noticed a few prank fireworks purchased in Hogsmeade firing off near the top right corner of one of the bleachers. Her gaze was drawn to the sparks, where she saw the three stood up, holding a sign between them and waving madly.

Alaska was no good at lip-reading, but it wasn’t like she needed to be to try and interpret her friends. She could barely see their faces, but could tell exactly what they were doing. Courtney was blowing kisses, extending her tan arms outwards in extravagant gestures. Willam was screaming unintelligibly, most likely just cheering and enjoying herself. Sharon was yelling “that’s my girl!” and grinning widely.

“Champions, step to your marks.”

Once again, Alaska, Kim and Phi Phi were directed to their marks – a spot on the dewy grass with a small table marked with their school crest. A strange sense of patriotic pride swelled in Alaska’s chest, a slight burst of confidence that made her stand a little taller.

“The Triwizard Champion must be quick.” Pandora announced. “They must be smart. And most of all, they must be resourceful. Your first challenge will prove who amongst you three is the quickest, the smartest, and the most resourceful.”

There was a pause as the students cheered again, infectiously excited by what was happening. Every word that Pandora spoke invigorated Alaska, filling her with the need to start. Her moment was here, and she would be damned if she didn’t run with it whilst she could.

“In front of each champion, you’ll notice a small vial filled with a clear liquid. This may look like water, but I can assure you it’s anything but.” Pandora continued.

A large screen where the Quidditch scores were usually displayed panned to show one of the vials that had just appeared. It was roughly as long as Alaska’s middle finger, and a little bit wider, the crystalline edges perfectly transparent to show the liquid inside. What were they going to have to do? Alaska couldn’t even try and guess. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen as Pandora guided the champions and the gathered students through the challenge.

“The potion before you is poison.” Pandora paused for dramatic effect, letting the crowd gasp in their shock and horror. Whispers rippled across the room, soon evolving into shouts and protests that all got lost in one another.

Poison! Surely they weren’t going to have to drink it, right? Alaska knew the Triwizard Tournament was notorious for its dangerous, often deadly tasks – hence why it was discontinued in 1792, revived in 1994, discontinued again, and then revived once again. From the bottom of her heart, Alaska hoped this year wouldn’t follow the trend of a student dying. Although, and it was awful of her to even think it, she wouldn’t be too devastated if it was Phi Phi.

“As I said before,” Pandora spoke again once everyone had settled down. “The Champion must be quick, smart, and resourceful. You’ll be working under a time constraint – namely, how long it takes until you can no longer work. The poison won’t kill you, but it will be difficult.

Alaska’s heart raced.

“Much like the plant, the juice of the Venomous Tentacula is deceptive in smell and colour, and has tricked many a good witch or wizard. It makes the drinker feel as though their insides are burning, and temporarily can cause a change in complexion. Again, it’s non-fatal, but after a certain point after drinking, the drinker will no longer be able to complete their task, and will be incapacitated.”

Alaska’s stomach dropped, and the discontented murmurs from the crowd cemented her uneasiness. Whatever she had to do, drinking poison didn’t seem like a risk she wanted to take.

Pandora cleared her throat. “Of course, there is an antidote. The only question is, will you be able to identify it?” Before Alaska had time to wonder what she meant, she continued. “On the broomsticks provided, your task is to correctly identify the antidote that will combat the effects of your poison. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? Ladies, stand to the right of your brooms.”

Alaska breathed deeply.

“Now, champions. Open your vial, and on the count of three, drink.”

The countdown came all too quickly. Alaska shut her eyes tight as she brought the potion to her lips, waiting for the dreaded ‘one’ before knocking it back and gagging.

All the way down her throat, it burned and stung like acid. Instantly, Alaska fell to her knees and retched, the dry feeling in her mouth accentuating the raw pain as it travelled down her oesophagus. Looking to either side of her, she saw that Kim and Phi Phi had done the same, their eyes watering the same as Alaska’s were. Thankfully, the initial shock wore off in seconds, although the pain didn’t fade at all. Reluctantly, Alaska dragged herself up to her feet again and ignored the bubbling in her stomach.

“Take your marks!”

Above her head, what looked like a legion of hundreds of brightly coloured birds suddenly filled the sky, eliciting gasps from the crowd. It didn’t take Alaska to realize that they weren’t, in fact, birds, but potion bottles. Vials and bottles and beakers with stops in, their brightly coloured liquids splashing around as tiny wings sprouted from either side, flying them around in a fashion similar to that of the Golden Snitch.

“Get set!”

Alaska mounted her broom, watching Kim and Phi Phi do the same.

For money, she told herself.

For fame.

For glory.

For Sharon.

“Go!”

For herself.

Then she was off, rising quickly and unsteadily into the sky, her hands clamped onto the handle of her broom. Alaska had never been the strongest flier, preferring to keep her already unstable feet on the ground rather than up in the air, but she knew some basics. Even so, watching the judges – Professor Rupaul, Pandora, and two others who Alaska assumed were the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton headteachers – shrink smaller and smaller as she flew higher and higher was extremely disconcerting. However, Alaska had better things to focus on.

She stopped at a certain height, when she had a decent view of all the potion bottles zipping past her. One zoomed straight into her forehead and away again, enough to leave a large bruise, and Alaska tried to shield herself before remembering that taking her hands off the broom would mean certain death. How the hell was she meant to grab potions out of the air, moving at a mile a minute, when she couldn’t even take her hands off the broom?

Her heart rate quickened, and she forced herself to stop and think. Could she go into this with a strategy? Naturally, none of the flying potions had any labels on them, to make things harder. For all Alaska knew, they could contain worse poisons, Felix Felicis, or even fucking water. She really, really wished she’d paid more attention in Potions class.

Fully engaged in the chaos of the event, the crowd were screaming and shouting to each champion, advice getting swallowed up in amongst contradictory advice and just screeches of pure excitement. Alaska manoeuvred her broom forwards a little, doing her best to make sure it didn’t look as though she were doing nothing, and let her eyes wander around to survey the other champions.

Kim seemed in a similar predicament to Alaska – scared shitless. Clearly, she wasn’t so used to being high up in the air, or even being on a broomstick, and it showed in her stiff body language and white, terrified eyes. Unlike Alaska, who was trying her best to keep the broom moving so that she didn’t panic, Kim was utterly rigid, her eyes darting in all directions at the different potions flying around her.

A polar opposite to the two of them, Phi Phi seemed comfortable on a broomstick. She flew naturally, whizzing around and not really trying to grab at any potions – simply showboating for attention. Perhaps she was a Seeker, or a Beater, judging by how freely she removed her hands from the broomstick to wave them above her head and blow kisses at Beauxbaton supporters. A taste of bitterness soured Alaska’s mouth at the sight of her – or maybe it was the poison.

Either way, it was a motivator. Both hands firmly in front of her on the broom, she started towards one of the slower-moving potions, knowing that if she could get close enough she could reach out, grab it and inspect it without wobbling too much. She really should’ve paid attention in flying lessons all those years ago, but she’d been too busy… gossiping and joking around with Courtney and Willam about the strange Slytherin girl.

Focus, Alaska berated herself. Her mind was begging her to think of old memories, to take herself away from this horrible situation she’d ended up in, but she couldn’t. Not now. Not so high up in the air, with a Triwizard Tournament challenge win within her reach. She had to prove herself.

As she attempted to gather her thoughts, she noticed Phi Phi had finally stopped showing off and had caught hold of a potion in a flying beaker. The liquid inside was thin and bright red, like liquid fire was sloshing around inside. Perhaps it was a little sadistic of her to do, but Alaska turned her broom around to watch. She needed to see exactly what kind of things they were dealing with.

Phi Phi threw her head back and downed the entire thing, dropping it and pandering for applause with her extravagant arm movements. Alaska was about to turn away, until she noticed Phi Phi frown and bring a hand to her chest. All eyes were fixed on the Beauxbaton girl, even Kim, as she grew very still and quiet. Then, after a few moments, she opened her mouth and let out a tremendous burp – accompanied, naturally, with a long breath of fire. It was as if she’d swallowed a flamethrower. Alaska was horrified, but the audience seemed to find it funny.

“Phi Phi O’Hara of Beauxbaton has swallowed the renowned prank potion, Essence of Dragon Fire!” Pandora laughed, sending a louder ripple of laughter through the students and teachers.

Alaska’s confidence grew a little. Were all of them were joke potions, except for the cure? She really hoped so. Now, if she could just have the good fortune to stumble upon the correct potion immediately, all would be well.

Deciding to try her luck, Alaska manoeuvred her broomstick a little higher, getting a better view of the wide scope of potions she could choose from. Zeroing in on a jewel purple one, she watched its flight path for a few moments before just lurching herself towards it. Granted, the ride wasn’t smooth – Alaska and the broom still hadn’t bonded, it seemed – but somehow, she managed to shakily glide towards it, scrabbling at it with the tips of her long nails until she’d reached it.

In a way, being still in the air was scarier than moving, but at least now she wasn’t focusing on the height, or the sheer volume of people watching her. All of her concentration went into this little bottle; namely, whether or not she could actually open it without ruining her manicured claws. Thankfully, with an almighty tug, the cork popped out and Alaska only had one thing left to do.

She followed Phi Phi’s blasé approach of swallowing it as fast as she could, just in case. It felt smooth and heavy as it went down, tasting faintly of mint leaves and eucalyptus. Her heart rate quickened as she waited for something to happen, her eyes squeezing shut in preparation.

Upon opening her eyes, her head started to spin. Was she really so high up? Why were her hands so big? Everyone was so loud. Why were they loud? What was happening? ARGH! She was going to fall! Why wasn’t she falling? What-

“Alaska Thunderfuck of Hogwarts takes a Dizzy Draught! Haha, poor Alaska. It’ll wear off soon!” Pandora called it, and more people laughed.

Were they laughing at her? Why was everything so blurry? Oh, if she could only lie down and rest her head for just a minute, she would…

Blinking rapidly, Alaska suddenly realized she could see again. She instantly took advantage of the situation, grabbing hold of the front of her broom once again and steering herself back upwards to see what the others were doing. Kim was in the midst of drinking a strange peachy-coloured mixture, and Alaska saw a few faces in the crowd start to wince.

“Oh, no. Kim Chi of Durmstrang has managed to get herself into a Puking Pastille Potion! Won’t be long until-”

Alaska turned away as soon as Kim leant over her broom, although the retching and vomiting sounds turned her stomach. She already felt ghastly from the poison, and those noises made everything so much worse. Was this really their challenge? Find a disguised, unlabelled antidote for a poison, out of hundreds of potentially illness-inducing, fire-related, prank and painful potions?

Almost fifteen minutes in, Alaska was ready to give up. Her body felt weak from being battered by the wind, her stomach was churning from the Venomous Tentacula juice, and not only her but the other champions had already been to hell and back. She’d had hot steam blow out from her ears, a tickling draught that lasted for two minutes and rendered her useless, been unfortunate enough to swallow a fire-breathing potion similar to Phi Phi’s, and so many others she didn’t care to remember. Kim seemed to be the unfortunate one, picking out any that had gruesome or sickly effects, and Phi Phi was swallowing them at a mile a minute, doing her best to ignore any painful or awkward inflictions that came with them. All in all, no one seemed any closer to finding the antidote.

Another thing that was bothering Alaska was her hands. She hadn’t noticed it until she’d looked over at Phi Phi and Kim, both of which had a purple tinge to their hands, and Kim’s face was beginning to turn violet too. It was then that she’d glanced down at her own hands, the tips of her fingers taking on the same strange purple hue. Was it a side-effect of the Venomous Tentacula juice? Alaska didn’t know. Maybe she should’ve paid attention in Potions class as well as flying, Too late for that now.

She was just about to grasp at another potion – what was this, her twentieth? Twenty-fifth? – when Kim started to waver. Her eyes were lidded, her skin a deeper purple than Alaska’s or Phi Phi’s, and she seemed even more unstable on her broomstick than she had before.

“HEY!” She yelled, almost instinctively. “KIM! YOU ALRIGHT?”

Kim turned and shook her head. “FEEL – DON’T FEEL GOOD!”

Alaska squinted. “DO YOU FEEL OKAY TO CARRY ON?”

“I DON’T – I DON’T THINK SO, I DON’T KNOW.” Kim responded.

“BEST GET YOURSELF OFF,” Alaska shouted, her heart going out for the Durmstrang girl. She truly looked ill – aside from the purple hue of her skin, of course – and it wasn’t doing her any favours. Her hands had started to tremble.

“RED SPARKS, REMEMBER?”

In just a matter of seconds, Kim had shot up the red sparks, and her broom was manually lowered down. Alaska watched to make sure she touched down safely on the ground, feeling a little sad at the sight of the girl with a blanket over her shoulder, walking presumably towards the infirmary.

“Durmstrang School finishes in third place.” Pandora intoned. “Only two competitors are left in the game – Phi Phi O’Hara and Alaska Thunderfuck. Beauxbaton and Hogwarts, make some noise for your champions!”

Stupid as it may sound, the knowledge that her friends were amongst those endless screams spurred Alaska on. Now that Kim was gone, her only competition was Phi Phi, and fuck Phi Phi. She’d tried to start on Sharon and in doing so, had made an enemy in Alaska. Despite not being very powerful, the least Alaska could do was beat her.

Then she saw it. A tiny bottle – much smaller than the others, so much so that neither Alaska, Phi Phi nor Kim had spotted it earlier – flying around on miniscule white wings. The potion was a iridescent silver, glinting in the sunlight, and something clicked. Whether or not her instinct was correct, Alaska was sure this had to be the antidote. It couldn’t not be!

Getting ready to fly towards it, she noticed Phi Phi seemed to have a similar idea. The girls made eye contact, Phi Phi shooting daggers in her direction as Alaska glared, and she readied herself for something of a showdown. No matter what tricks Phi Phi had up her sleeve, Alaska was going to triumph. She had to.

For money.

For fame.

For glory.

For Sharon.

Suddenly she was off, shooting towards the little bottle as if her life depended on it, ignoring the encroaching illness that seemed to be making its presence known like it had to poor Kim. Phi Phi was hot on her tail, whizzing towards her before ducking down. Alaska frowned. Maybe she wasn’t after the same potion after all? Alaska wondered it briefly – that is, until she shot back up, attempting to knock Alaska from her broom. She just managed to swerve out of the way on time, her heart jumping into her throat as she wobbled and righted herself. An angry gasp came from the audience.

“Phi Phi O’Hara uses trickery tactics to try and beat Alaska Thunderfuck! The competition is getting tight!”

Not fucking today, Alaska thought grimly. No way am I going to sit here and let you win. That’s not me. Alaska had always wondered how people got so passionate about Quidditch (ignoring the fact that her girlfriend was a Beater, and Alaska was always over the top when Sharon played), but now she understood it. The rush of the crowd, the passing wind, and the peculiar thrill of being so high in the air filled her body with adrenalin. She willed her broom to move faster, urging it to reach the potion before Phi Phi could.

The two were neck and neck now, their brooms dangerously close and side to side with one another. Phi Phi scowled at her and drove her broom against Alaska’s, knocking her sideways and huffing loudly as Alaska pushed back. They lurched from left to right as they grew closer and closer to the silver potion, purposely shoving one another in an attempt to get at it fast.

“FUCK!” Phi Phi yelled, having been so focused on her battle with Alaska that she hadn’t noticed one of the bottles flying towards her, which had hit her smack on the forehead. That jarred Alaska too; one was heading for her too. Instinctively, she reached out a hand to grab any potions or smack them out of the way, her eyes firmly closed. As soon as her fingers closed around the cold neck of a bottle – it could’ve been anything, for all she knew – she made her broom fly straight up, desperate to get away from the influx of glass potion bottles and from Phi Phi’s consistent violent tactics.

It was only when she opened her eyes that she saw she’d managed to take hold of the silver potion. She’d done it! Please, let this be the one, she hoped and prayed, forcefully pulling the cork out and not hesitating before necking the entire thing in one go.

“ALASKA THUNDERFUCK FINDS THE ANTIDOTE! HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY WIN THE FIRST TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT CHALLENGE! CONGRATULATIONS, ALASKA!”

Alaska couldn’t even contain her excitement. A huge grin consumed her entire face as the school burst into applause, cheering on her win. In a moment of sheer thrill, Alaska flew a victory lap around the top of the Quidditch pitch, circling round before touching down onto the ground next to Phi Phi. Her heart raced with the adrenalin rush, but she still felt a little bit wonky, even after drinking the antidote.

“Now, now, come on.” Raja hurried forwards, a blanket tossed over one arm. “I knew you could do it! Now, come with me to the infirmary. You may not feel too shitty yet, and you’ll recover faster than the others since you drank the antidote, but you’re still gonna be a bit funny. Come on before you pass out, champion.”

Raja draped the blanket over her shoulders, which Alaska was grateful for – the initial rush had started to fade, and she just felt weak and cold – and began to lead her inside. Naomi and Phi Phi were doing the same, but unlike Alaska and Raja, they weren’t speaking. Naomi wore a poker face and Phi Phi was wearing her signature scowl.

It didn’t take long to reach the infirmary, where Kim was already lying in a bed. Alaska’s strength was waning greatly, black spots starting to appear in front of her eyes. Raja took her by the hand and led her over to Dela, the school nurse and medic.

“I’ll take her from here,” She informed Raja cheerily, bustling the former winner away and practically forcing Alaska onto a bed in the space of a few seconds. “Here, just lie down, you’re in danger of passing out so it’s best to already be lying down…”

Alaska’s drowsiness increased. The last thing she heard was the clicking of heels against the infirmary floor, and she was gone.

#purecamp #shalaska #alaska thunderfuck #phi phi o'hara #kim chi #pandora boxx #raja gemini #sharon needles #rpdr fanfiction #submission #just the two of us #hogwarts au #harry potter au

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Accepted: Adrian Ivashkov

ava dared me

OOC

Name: meg

Age: 20

Preferred Pronouns: queen, your highness

Activity Level: remember when we used to rate this out of 10

Timezone: time isn’t real

Limits/Triggers: megarine

Previous Roleplay Accounts: what’s roleplay

Additional Characters: i can’t say, it’s a surprise

Character Name: Adrian Ivashkov

Character Age/Birthday: 27/August 3rd

Character Species*: Wizard

Character Faceclaim: Max Irons

District of Origin: District One

Strengths:

- Charismatic: Blessed with a conventionally attractive face and raised with the need to lie to get attention, Adrian is sensitive to the personalities of others and can manipulate their weaknesses to get what he wants from them. Though he’s never felt the need to use his charm for malicious means, he knows he has this trick safely tucked in his belt for safe keeping if the need should ever arise.

- Compassionate: Though it may be hard to get through Adrian’s careless and often emotionally disinterested exterior, the man has a heart that often leads him into trouble. While he may be flirty and laid back in first encounters, once he actually cares about someone, Adrian cares with his entire being. He would go to great lengths to keep the ones he loves happy and alive, even if that meant giving up his own life.

- Wizardry: Being the only safe haven he had ever had away from his home life (excluding his aunt), Adrian had excelled at Hogwarts and mastering his magic in general. Being a pureblood had offered opportunities that perhaps some of his peers had lacked, and Adrian had taken advantage of each and every one thrown his way. His O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s hadn’t had the best of scores, as standardized testing had never been his forte, but his proficiency in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms had been promising, and he’d been allowed to advance in his studies to graduation at seventeen.

- Bravery: Adrian hadn’t followed the footsteps of many in his district, and his parents had never forced him down the path of the Careers. This left him less than physically capable in fights. But his physical limitations had never stopped Adrian from, maybe a little recklessly sometimes, jumping into any situation to do what he believed was right. It is still one of his defining characteristics to this day, even if the people he’s being brave for don’t necessarily want him to be.

Weaknesses:

- Mentally Ill: While he’s never been properly diagnosed, Adrian suffers from severe depression and issues of self-loathing. On good days, he can see the beauty in the world and can find it in himself to believe those that say they love him. On his worst days, it’s hard to be alive. Hallucinations, however brief, are not uncommon during these bad episodes, and sometimes he can flip from good to bad like a switch.

- Addiction: Medication and counseling for said diseases had never been considered by Adrian. Having only ever seen his mother’s method for dealing with the madness, he began self-medicating with alcohol and, specifically, clove cigarettes, at a very young age. While they often only really brought numbness to his mind and no real relief from the onslaught of pain, the break from feeling anything at all was still a worthy trade-off, no matter how often he’d get in trouble at Hogwarts or at home. Living under Paylor’s strict rules is difficult, and without his ‘medication’, Adrian finds himself relapsing and having violent episodes often.

- Physical Weakness: Adrian may be well-versed in the abilities of magic and its usefulness in battle, but it’s very easy to catch him without his wand. Having had no Career training like many of his counterparts in the Nut, and no basic combat training period, Adrian would be dead in the water in any real fight. While this may not have caused him so much trouble in his youth, having come from a wealthy family in a wealthy district, the world they live in now calls for a much different set of skills. One that Adrian, unfortunately, does not possess. Not that he’d ever admit that.

- Empathy: Maybe due to his illnesses, or the lack of said weakness he was shown in his childhood, Adrian has a sense of empathy that is hyper sensitive. He feels everything, from everyone, whether he wants to or not. His ability to relate to people goes beyond just compassion – it’s as if he’s living the exact events they are, experiencing the same emotions as those he’d try to comfort. In the end, it’s often him that’s being comforted, instead of the other way around. And, eventually, those feelings too get shoved behind a wall of numbness brought on by several drinks and, occasionally, a nice woman.

Biography:

Adrian Ivashkov had grown up in what many would consider a cushy life. Having never had to fear starvation or homelessness left Adrian with a distinct advantage over many of his peers, and he’d never taken it for granted. However, this headstart on life hadn’t meant that his had been easy. Adrian had learned the hard way that not all parents were loving, and that the people meant to care about you the most often would be happier with you gone.

Nathan and Daniella Ivashkov had gotten married too young, and had made one too many mistakes along the way. Their biggest, perhaps, had been their only son. They’d made no attempt to hide their regret over his life, and the only love that had ever come Adrian’s way as a child had been from his great-aunt. She had been the only one he’d striven to please, and subsequently, for all intents and purposes, it had been Tatiana that had raised the boy. Adrian may have lived with his mother and father for the duration of his childhood, but it had been his Aunt Tatiana that had attended extracurricular activities, birthdays, and, when his Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived, purchased his supplies and saw him off on the train. She had been the only one he’d miss away at school, and she was the only one that ever cared enough about his studies to praise him when he did well – despite their whole family being pureblood.

Adrian’s first few years at Hogwarts had been pleasant. Easy, even, for a child that picked up on new subjects relatively quickly. Gryffindor had been the house he’d been sorted into, and he’d quickly charmed his way into the hearts of most of his professors. As classes picked up after his third year, however, he began slacking. Adrian became lazy, often dozing in the middle of classes or ditching them altogether, assuming that he’d be able to ride by on physical skill alone for the rest of his academic career. This, of course, was not the case, and despite his proficiency in the actual act of casting spells, his written grades suffered. Enough teachers had taken pity on him to allow him to proceed on to graduation, but many were frustrated with his lack of commitment and refused to recommend the man for any job opportunities beyond the school. But Adrian had already known what he was going to do with his life after Hogwarts, and the impact of said professors had little effect.

Leaving the place that had given him a home away from his parents had been difficult for him. But with his family’s wealth, and a new sense of living independently, Adrian had rushed directly from his graduation to the Capitol to live closer to the only other thing that had ever made him feel remotely worthwhile – his aunt. He knew of her going-ons in the Capitol, knew what her purpose serving under Voldemort was. He knew of the tortures and of his great-aunt’s involvement. But growing up with only her love had left this deep attachment to her that Adrian couldn’t quite shake, and he lived peacefully knowing that for every life she’d taken, or had a hand in taking, she’d helped him heal his own and had stayed with him through all of the mood swings and emotional upheaval his parents had caused in him. Eventually, years later, when she passed and Voldemort had been brought down, this too would be his undoing.

Adrian had ended up in the second arena, alongside all of Coin’s ‘trusted followers’, as one of Voldemort’s supporters. While at first this had been chaotic, he’d formed a few friendships among those trapped and had earned their trust through their mutual hatred for President Coin. This allowed him safe passage out of the arena with the others during their escape, and he’d quietly stayed with them through all of their moves since, knowing that he and his family were now seen as pariahs in the world outside of this group of rebels. The only real friend he’d kept in contact with (or, pestered, as she’d put it), Rose Hathaway, was now in the Capitol and unable to reach back to their base. Knowing she’d be the only person that would vouch for him on his bad days, Adrian mostly keeps to himself to keep from being seen as a threat when he feels his moods becoming unstable.

Comments/Changes: i bumped his age from my original app bc in the books he’s 5 years older than rose annnnd if i kept his original age now he’d be younger than rose in the rp so… lel

HE’S ALSO A WIZARD NOW NOT VAMP just to keep it closer to like.. VA’s original idea

#accepted #adrian ivashkov #submission

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magic in spectraverse - infodump

so iv e been meaning to make a post abt this for a while so why not now, when im not even sure how my words are right and if i can think of the right things to say

in spectraverse - well, kind of, there are several spectraverse timelines and none have particular names so i cant really specify which one, we’ll just call it 2 - there are several different kinda of magic, along with subtypes

There are three different casters a being - typically a human, it is unusual for any nonhuman to call themselves a caster - can be, ‘caster’ being the name for the way someone casts a spell. Its a shit name, i’ll pick a better one some other time. Anyway. So, you can cast spells. Some make their own spells, others use books or loose paper or they remember it or whatever. Think of it like baking. You can stick it all in together, and it will always make something. Whether that thing is edible, that varies. Casting is like that, you can put in four whatever the fucks and three bees and you might get a puff of smoke or you might blow up your house. You might have been trying to dye your hair magically. Anyway.

A witch is a caster who draw the power of their spells from the environment - heat, light, feelings. A caster can do basically any spell depending on whatever the fuck they are but often, they are spells that give back. So. If you draw power from say, the sun’s heat, it might be a spell to replenish some part of the environment. I really havent thought this through but i just want to talk soo Witches can cast any spell, but drawing power from the environment can be time consuming and troublesome, so their spells tend to be weaker and- i dont know how to say this properly. I have this nice image all ready but i dont know what its words are. I’d say witches spells tend to be longer lasting? Yeah. Like. You cant draw energy from the environment quickly, but a long term spell being very constantly, slowly replenshed is the sort of things witches excel at. Like, making a plant grow faster, or a love spell, or a happiness spell, or maybe something to increase income - i dont know. Witches arent particularly important at the moment in my story so i havent given them much thought.

At this stage i should probably point out that these are all considered gender neutral. U dont have to be a lady to be a witch, and u dont have to be a dude to be a wizard, and you dont have to be nonbinary to be a mage.

So next up is wizards, who use their own energy. This is the thing that is good for fast acting spells, or things that work in bursts. Setting fires, i cant think of anything else, teleportation, yeah i really have not thought much about this either. Wizards replenish their energy just as any human generally does, sleeping, eating, spending an absurdly long amount of time gambling away your money in Pokemon - okay maybe thats just me but you get the idea.

Wizards are more useful in battle than witches, though armor, cloaks, staffs, etc. Can all have a boost in power by a witch.

Mages are people either born with the natural ability for elemental manipulation, OR people who perform a combination of both witchery and wizardry. Maybe just the latter. I’ll have to think of a name for the former.

There are eight major elements, and beyond those are several subtypes/skills that can only be learnt with particular elements. I havent thought of many of these but i’ll work them out.

So- Water Air Earth Fire Lightning Steel/Metal (i wanted to call it metal but my pokemon loving ass kept calling it steel) Light Dark/ness

Everyone has an element 'assigned’ to them in their genetics, but most people dont have the natural ability to manipulate it. Instead, they may have a few personality traits associated with the element, they might excel in a field of study related to that element, they could just really like that element OR nothing in particular. Like. It affects them in no way whatsoever, which is probably the most common. Also people can kinda teach themselves manipulation but it is Hard.

When you’re a 'natural’ (pretty sure i stole that term from somewhere else but w/e) you will have had the ability to control the element from birth. Natural elemental manipulators tend to have good visualisation skills and decent motor skills, though sometimes they have neither of these things and it ends really fucking badly, because if you cant picture something right you cant control it, and if you cant point your hand where u need to point it, thats bad. Elemental manipulation is largely controlled with visualisation, picturing what you want to do in your mind, but it also has to do with how good you are at controlling your energy. Most people wont be able to say, evaporate all the water from a pool in an instant, actually thats a terrible example for reasons i have not yet explained, give me a moment- Most people wont be able to cause an earthquake the moment they start using magic consciously, and that is because they havent learnt how to control their energy. Some people MIGHT be able to do it, but its more of an “accidental spontaneous energy release’ thing than a 'five year old good at controlli their energy’ thing.

So then you have subtypes. I havent thought of many of these yet, actually im P sure i only have one but lets talk about it anyway.

Temperature manipulation is a subskill of the metal and water elements, largely linked to the control of emotions. Actually, any of the elements that have the states of matter which i am forgetting, will be able to learn this subtype. It means, you guessed it, you cn control temperature. So a water user would then get a sort of sub element of ice, and they can also boil water. Metal users would be able to melt and solidify the metal. It takes time to learn, and oh shit mind blank. Uh.oh right. Speed. So like you might be able to boil water with the ability but u wont be able to do it really fast unless youve practised a lot. Poor emotional regulation + temperature manipulatio can mean Bad because it would lead to the accidental alteration of environemtnt. That was too fancy. Basically u might get road rage and then ur whole fucken car would melt.

Uh also healing? Pretty self explanatory, i havent though abt it much yet, much like everything else in this post.

Humans can also learn magic through objects. Some help to channel energy, some boost it, you can get orbs to give you an extra element, etc.

So then NONHUMANS are so much luckier because magic is like. Their first language. Most nonhumans, or even half humans with ANY nonhuman in them, will find it MUCH easier to learn a second element. Nonhumans have a body built for magic, so like their body can channel energy into multiple elements simulaneously, which is a thing humans find difficult, as they are not particularly made for magic. They still do it though. Nonhumans tend to be manipulators rather than casters, and like i said before, if they are they dont typically use the term caster.

Also, here are some things i forgot to mention/magic which i couldnt work out where to fit in:

- TELEKINESIS: good ole telekinesis. magical story woukdnt be complete without it. Pretty easy for most magical (nonhuman) beings to learn, at a basic level (closing doors, picking up the tv remote bc youre too lazy). You can go further into it and learn how to fuckin slam a dude against a wall like in supernatural. Harder for humans to learn (look i know humans get all this shit but theyre the majority).

-SUMMONING: SUMMON SATAN OR SOME SHIT. first of all, if you summon satan, you will get one of five people who will all tell you that satan is the incorrect term.also, summoning satan isnt particularly powerful summoning magic, it doesnt rely on the user’ s power much, but you gotta give a little blood. Anyway. Summoning is usually assisted by tokens of some sort that depict what you are summonging. Sometimes. To be a summoner u have to make friendship with thingd that CAN be summoned, like angels demons nine tailed fox etc. if it cant talk and make friends then u can generally find their tokens in shops, particualrly when there are a lot of the species existing and they dont exist lhysically outside of the void or something. But sentient beings like demons u goota find, befirend, and then they giv e you their token like some sorta business card. They also can turn down a summon, because they are sentient and if youre sentient it is possible you may be busy.

-TIME POWERS: HAVENT thogubt about this at all but worth a mention. Involves freezing time, travelling time and I FORGOT ABOUT DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL

-dimensional travel: you can travel dimensions, kinda. Ther e is one character who can do this currrently, she uses an unnamed object to help her draw her own power and she can juml timelines and travel different world s without the use of gates, which are often used otherwise.

Anyway thats all i can think of but i am definitely forgetting something

Questions? Comments? Have i made a spelling error? (If thats the case suck it ul u pansy) (there are five hundrrdd spelings here fcukc you) suggestions for another infodump? Want me to stop infodumping? Want to send me hate? I have an ask box and an anonymous button, they are there so you can use them

#also u can tell me improvemtnts if you want but i will b going to bed soon #lmao this was fun to write i hope someone likes it #my writing tag #my writing #i'll add some more tags to this if i remember #ask to tag #hply shit this was way longer than i intended #lmao #gnite #ok to rb #long post

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