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sunflowerabyss · 4 months

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The Phoenix Rises Chapter 2

Pairings: Older!Remus Lupin x Fem!Professor!Reader

A continuation of the Charms of Fate series.

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Plot Summary: Starting your third year at Hogwarts as the Charms professor proves to be difficult without having Remus by your side as you face new and irritating challenges at work, as well as joining a secret society.

Warnings: none, I think

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The worn cobblestones of Grimmauld Place greeted Remus as he stepped out into the crisp night air, the hushed conversations from within lingering in the shadows. The imposing facade of the Black family home cast elongated shadows, a fitting metaphor for the decisions that now rested on Remus's shoulders. The cool breeze carried a sense of foreboding, mirroring the weight that settled within him.

"Remus," growled Alastor Moody from the doorway, his magical eye fixed on him, "you've got that contemplative look. Spit it out, lad. What's got you on edge?"

Remus sighed, "Just grappling with some difficult decisions, Alastor."

Moody grunted, his wooden leg thudding against the stone floor. "Decisions are like curses, Lupin—best dealt with head-on. None of that mulling about."

Remus nodded, acknowledging Moody's no-nonsense attitude. The gas lamps lining the narrow street cast pools of warm light, emphasizing the stark contrast between the illusion of normalcy and the clandestine discussions within.

Steeling himself, Remus returned to the dimly lit drawing-room, where Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes awaited him. Tonks, her hair changing color in a restless display, exchanged a concerned glance with Remus as he entered.

"The moment of truth, Remus," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Dumbledore's request lingered in the air like an unspoken spell as he turned his gaze towards Remus. Moody, standing by the fireplace, crossed his arms and grunted in a show of solidarity. The air inside the room hung heavy with tension, an unspoken understanding that decisions made here would shape the course of their fates.

Dumbledore spoke, his voice carrying a solemn weight, "My friends, we find ourselves at a pivotal juncture. The Dark Lord is regaining strength, and the need for unity has never been more crucial. We require additional recruits for the Order to stand against this impending darkness."

Moody nodded, his gaze unwavering. "The more, the better. We're spread thin as it is."

Dumbledore continued, throwing out names of potential recruits, his gaze eventually landing on Remus. "Remus, I believe Y/N, our esteemed Charms professor, possesses qualities that could be invaluable to our cause."

Remus's jaw tightened, and he interjected, "Albus, with all due respect, I've worked hard to keep Y/N away from the Dark Lord, from the Order. I won't involve her in this dangerous endeavor."

Moody snorted, a grizzled expression etched on his face. "Lupin, this ain't the time for coddling. We're at war, and every capable witch or wizard counts. No time to dilly dally around."

Tonks exchanged a knowing look with Remus, and Dumbledore's gaze remained unwavering. The room seemed to hold its breath as the weight of the decision loomed, shadows of allegiance stretching across their faces.

Finally, Remus spoke, his voice laden with the weight of his internal struggle. "I'll talk to her, Albus, but I cannot promise anything. I cannot willingly put her in harm's way."

Tonks nodded subtly, her eyes communicating a silent understanding. The Weasley couple exchanged a worried look, their hands tightly clasped.

Dumbledore nodded understandingly, his eyes reflecting a blend of empathy and determination. "Do what you must, Remus. Time is of the essence, and the threads of fate are already woven. May our choices be guided by the light that lingers even in the darkest of times."

Moody's gravelly voice broke the silence, "He's got a point, Lupin. Sacrifices need to be made, for the greater good."

Remus chose not to answer, frustration welling up in him. He felt a small hand land on his arm, and he looked down to see Tonks smiling up at him. She patted his arm twice before dropping it when he gave her an uneasy smile back.

Dumbledore shifted his focus to the Aurors and members of the Ministry who had joined the Order.

"I appreciate your dedication to the cause," Dumbledore addressed them, his tone carrying a sense of urgency. "We have received news that Harry Potter is facing a trial due to casting a spell in the presence of a Muggle. The Ministry believes it is essential to bring him in for questioning."

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Moody, and Tonks exchanged concerned glances, realizing the implications of Harry's situation. Sirius Black, standing at the periphery, listened intently, his expression reflecting worry for his godson.

"Dumbledore," Moody grunted, "we'll get the boy. When and where?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Tonight, at the Dursleys'. Ensure a swift and discreet operation. Harry's safety is of utmost importance."

Kingsley stepped forward, "Consider it done, Headmaster. We'll bring him to 12 Grimmauld Place.

As the members of the Order prepared to carry out their respective missions, the night seemed to hold secrets whispered on the breeze, secrets that now rested heavily on Remus's conscience. The journey ahead, fraught with uncertainty, stretched like an uncharted path, leaving Remus to deal with the shadows of allegiance and the choices that would determine the fate of those he held dear.

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The week and a half leading up to Sunday evening had been a whirlwind of activity. Professor McGonagall had enlisted your help in preparing for the start of the school year at Hogwarts, and exhaustion had become a constant companion. As the deadline loomed closer, you couldn't ignore the growing chaos in your own classroom. With only a couple of days left before Hogwarts was back in full swing, you decided to dedicate Friday to transforming the space into an organized haven for learning.

The day was a blur of cleaning, rearranging furniture, decorating the walls with educational posters, and meticulously crafting lesson plans. By the time evening arrived, your classroom had undergone a remarkable metamorphosis. The tiredness in your bones, however, seemed to intensify.

With the work finally complete, you decided to indulge in a well-deserved break. A relaxing bath was in order. You filled the tub with warm water and added a soothing concoction to help ease the tension from your tired muscles. A book you had been longing to read found its way into your hands, accompanied by a few squares of Remus's secret stash of chocolate that you had sneakily acquired.

As you soaked in the comforting embrace of the bath, thoughts of Remus crept into your mind. You missed him terribly, the ache in your chest growing stronger with each passing day. It was challenging being away from him, especially after leaving him earlier that day. Last year's separation had been difficult enough, and the prospect of another school year apart weighed heavily on your heart. However, you knew the sacrifices were necessary. Staying at Hogwarts allowed you to earn a living and, more importantly, ensure Remus had access to the Wolfsbane potion.

With a reluctant sigh, you resolved to make the most of the situation. As you emerged from the bath, the comforting warmth clung to your skin. You dried off, slipping into comfortable clothes, including one of Remus's shirts that carried the familiar scent of his cologne. It provided a bittersweet solace, a tangible connection to the man you missed dearly.

Seated at your small kitchen table, you reached for parchment and a quill. The words flowed easily as you penned a letter to Remus, expressing the depth of your longing.

My Dearest Remus,

I hope this letter finds you well. It's been a whirlwind here at Hogwarts, with Professor McGonagall enlisting my help to prepare for the start of the new school year. The days have been long, and exhaustion has become a constant companion, but the satisfaction of contributing to the school's readiness has made it worthwhile.

Today, I dedicated the entire day to transform my classroom into an organized haven for learning. Cleaning, rearranging furniture, and decorating the walls occupied every moment. I've never been so exhausted in my life.

However, I can't escape the longing for your presence. The separation, no matter how long or short the time is, feels like an eternity. I miss you terribly, Remus. Leaving you again this year was difficult, and I can't wait to see you next weekend.

I apologize for not writing sooner. The days have been a blur, and time seems to slip away faster than I can catch it. Your understanding nature is always a source of comfort, and I appreciate the unwavering support you've always provided.

Know that you are in my heart, and I carry your love with me always.

Yours forever, Y/N

After signing the letter, you sealed it with a gentle press of wax, imprinting it with the Hogwarts crest. The owl cage sat nearby, and you summoned your loyal owl to deliver the heartfelt message to Remus, who resided down the road from the school. As the owl took flight, carrying your words to their intended recipient, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in the quiet room.

It was a lonely reminder of the sacrifice made for love, and as you sat alone with your thoughts, the small kitchen table bore witness to the love that transcended distance, expressed through ink on parchment.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #older!remus lupin #older!remus lupin x reader #order of the phoenix

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sh3riffs · 2 years

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Empires’ Headcanons! (I deisided this will chronicalized all my headcanons) ;P

- The Ocean Queen was adopted by Mezalean nobility, and was the primary architect of the Ocean Empire, as she felt drawn to the Ocean and Seas..

- The Codfather was founded by the Cod Council, and was raised by them..

- Lady Katherine is originally from a highly respected family that lived in Gilded Helianthia..

- The part of Gilded Helianthia where Pearl rule was a city-state..

- Count fWhip and Wizard Gem are dragon-hybrids..

- Lord Sausage and Pearl are cousins..

- Katherine and Jimmy are cousins, due to their surnames being implied to be hyphenated, Elizabeth-”Gaming” and Solidarity-”Gaming”..

- Sausage and Shelby are haft-siblings, I just like their dynamic..

- Shelby and Pirate Joe are cousins as well..

- “Sausage” is his surname, as his character full name is “Mythical J. Sausage”.. (Basically he prefer to be called by his surname rather then his first name..)

- On the topic of surname, in goblins culture, they do not have legal surname, and are often differentiated by their occupation or status..

- Pearl is asexual aromantic..

- Jimmy is asexual..

- Sausage is aromantic, and Katherine is on the aromantic spectrum..

- Some of the gods Joel forgot about are Aeor, and Exor, as well as the Ocean Queen and the Codfather.. and obviously Pearl, who he remembers as “Peril”..

- Joel and Pearl are both mortals who ascended to godhood..

- The Copper King, Pixl was also a god, but never started out as a mortal, and his often seen as the God of Life and Resurrection, a foil to Pearl if you will.. (This can serve symbolism like, Pearl who lived in a fertile forest is the Goddess of Death, while Pixl living in a dry dessert is the God of Life, something something yin and yang..)

- The religion that worship Pearl is the main religion of the Empires’ World.. However she is seen differently depending on the Empire or Kingdom you in.. Offen seen as the Goddess of Harvest, Death and War or Combat..

- The Ocean Queen is seen as the Goddess of the Sea, while the Codfather is considered God of Swamps, Rivers and Streams, though they’re are often seen as a pair..

- Joel is seen as a God of Thunder, Lightning and Hurricanes or the God of Storytelling.. (Lore basically..)

- Gods are normally over 20ft with Joel being the only exception, as Queen Lizzie and the Codfather doesn't count, being demigods, and even being taller then other demigods, being sea creatures as well..

- When the other gods was still around they would shapeshift to Joel’s height or shorter to make him feel better, this combine with his canon bad memory, is why he have a false imagine of being average height, or taller then average..

- Hermes came to life with the mind and body of a 8-9 year old child..

- Hermes is semi-mute..

- Hermes started off as a shulker so they can shoot shulker bullets..

- The Empire Pixl is restoring was first constructed after the rapture, mainly by people of Gilded Helianthia and Mythland, but serve as a safe place for any citizen who Empire was destroyed..

- Lady Katherine help construct and was the first queen, of GlimmerGrove..

- Only non-human that are aloud in GlimmerGrove are fairies and anthropomorphic animals, even tho, the people are wary of them. Magic Users have take an oath, and promise not to use magic in the confined of the Kingdom, as they believe a witch or wizard might had somehing to do with the Queen having a “curse” baby..

- Lizzie is very keen on learning, and is very knowledgeable on history, mainly of the Ocean Empire, Codlands, and Lost Empire, being the citizen mainly descended from their..

- Lizzie wear crutches..

- Critter City is a city-state..

- Animalia is a communist country..

- GilmmerGrove have colonies..

- Katherine was raise to whole a racial bias against non-human.. Katherine herself had thought past this as she been isolated by her own kingdom for being “curse.” But still whole prejudices on other species..

- After meeting Katherine, Shelby started working out, trying to impress her..

- Not acknowledging the Ancient Capital.. Stratos and GilmmerGrove are the oldest standing Empires, with Stratos being the oldest..

- Not acknowledging False’s Empire, and Olipoligo, the youngest Empires are Animalia, Eversea, and the Evermoore, Animalia being less then 100 years old, with Father Floof still being alive, and Eversea and the Evermoore only just being built..

- Gem and fWhip is autism spec. while fWhip also have Adhd along with Shelby, with Shelby having more of the attention aspect and fWhip with more of the hyperactivity..

- Pixl is originally from Tumble Town..

- Everyone who was on Alsmp exist in the Empires’ Universe..

- Seapeekay reside in Animalia..

- Meghan and Mika goes to the Shelby’s Witch Academy..

- Lauren reside in Chromia..

- Gem is an Haft-Elf, a Sun Elf specify, and as Sun Elves are elitist, it can add onto Gem trying to fine her own identity, as well as contribute to why she may have a “Princess” title..

- fWhip, Lizzie, Jimmy and Shelby are the shortest rulers..

- Joey, Gem, Katherine, and Joel are the tallest rulers..

- False was isekai’d from the main Hermitcraft universe or the alternate universe where Mumbo became mayor..

- Shelby, Sausage, and Pixl descended from people of the Crystal Cliffs..

- Scott and Jimmy descended from people of Mezalea..

- Gem descended from the people of Mythland and Gilded Helianthia..

- Katherine descended from the people of House Blossom..

- The people of Sausage old Empires mostly descended from the Mezalea, Crystal Cliffs and Gilded Helianthia..

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chinchillasinunison · 1 year

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I've seen someone speculate on whether or not the Halloween illustration where Julie is dressed as a witch and Eddie is dressed as a scarecrow is alluding to The Wizard of Oz, and while it likely isn't as witches and scarecrows are fairly common Halloween fodder, that did get me thinking about the stated themes of Welcome Home in conversation with those presented in the film version of The Wizard of Oz and its general pop cultural identity.

There's two things I want to touch on: the idea of home as a place and a feeling, and queerness.

The Wizard of Oz, as most of you probably know, is a touchstone of gay culture in the United States. It has been examined from a queer lense from top to bottom by people much more qualified than me, but to summarize: Dorothy's longing for a world beyond the doldrums of Kansas farmlife, a world where others understand her, speaks to a longing for a community that closeted young people often face. Her traveling to Oz is seen as a metaphorical coming-out, her world filling with color and wonder. Though a threat looms over her and wants her dead as soon as she leaves that farmhouse (i.e. the closet), she finds friends who support her (some fairly effeminate dudes), and they overcome the witch together— queer solidarity triumphant against the oppressor.

Though, the metaphor does fall apart a bit at the end of the film. Dorothy wants to go back home, back into the closet in the allegory, and that's exactly what happens. That's the moral of the film, stated very plainly: there's no place like home, so if you want to search for your heart's desire, you shouldn't look beyond your own backyard. It's always felt a bit incongruous to me. Dorothy goes on this whole magical journey, and the moral is basically "that was a mistake, don't do that again." It prioritizes the idea of the home, the traditional and familiar, over curiosity and openness to the wider world.

So that brings me back to Welcome Home. It's been said that future horror elements of Welcome Home will stem from the idea of a home becoming just a house and the loneliness and isolation that results from that. And that in relation to queerness is definitely going to be an overt theme, considering everything we know about these characters. Putting all those things together, it feels like a response to that "there's no place like home" moral that Oz pushes. That a home does not always mean comfort and safety. Sometimes, there is something rotten about it down to its floorboards, and the best thing for it and you is for it to get swept away altogether.

#welcome home

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gejnialne-arty · 1 year

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idk how it didn’t occur to me earlier but these two are kind of similar?

Donnie and Rose both:

are purple-themed

(in my heart) are light players

are very sarcastic

emotionless (jk they have so many emotions and emotional issues)

frustrated by the unknown

would tear the world apart just to understand it

have “smarter than you” attitude

violent/murderous tendencies

could and would kill a god

conclusion: THEY ARE THE SAME CHARACTER, so obviously i had to draw them interacting

jk they are very different but i just couldn’t stop thinking about this surface level comparison... and i can imagine them getting along for the first 10-15 minutes of their interaction (”ah yes, finally, a fellow intellectual”), then they’d start trying to one up each other, especially who can use bigger words and who understands game’s alchemy better, which would lead to their sarcastic and competitive nature to come out, not to mention Rose’s passive-aggressiveness not mixing well with Donnie’s inability to catch more subtle social cues, aaaaand later Donnie discovers Rose’s fascination with magic and wizards and her general witch-y aesthetic which he very loudly would declare being idiotic and well- it’d be just hell from there :D

as a bonus, their twins (shhh i know in both cases they are not technically twins but let me have this “why is my twin such a nerd” solidarity between these two) observing purple duo interact for the first time:

#rottmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rose lalonde #dave strider #homestuck #i just wanted to see these two interact after thinking about their similarities #tried to draw strilondes in rise style #which mightve been not the best idea since i barely tried practising drawing humans in rise universe but oh well u live and u learn #i love combining my passive hyperfixation (hs) and active hyperfixation (rise)#i didnt mean to finish this on 4/13 but its neat coincidence happy hs day #i guess!!

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the-al-chemist · 2 years

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Artemis Hexley and the Circle of Khanna

Chapter 18: Infinite, Unbroken, Forever

A/N: A circle of friends is formed. Warnings: discussions of grief and loss, naughty acronyms. Special mentions to @thatravenpuffwitch @lifeofkaze @that-scouse-wizard @samshogwarts and @cursebreakerfarrier for helping to come up with ideas for the gang’s patronuses.

The Easter holidays had arrived, but neither Artemis nor any of her friends were returning home for the break. Now that the final Cursed Vault had become active once more, they were planning on using the holidays to prepare themselves to break the curse. Artemis watched the Thestrals pull the carriages away towards Hogsmeade station before walking up to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, which had been left vacant, the professor having left the castle for the holidays.

It was here that her friends met, all of them arriving one by one, with the exception of Chiara, who had volunteered to take extra shifts in the Hospital Wing until Madam Buckthorn, the Matron of St Mungo’s Hospital, found a replacement for Madam Pomfrey.

Once everyone else had gathered, Tulip summoned over a blackboard and piece of chalk and stood behind Artemis, who was facing the rest of the group.

“What’s the chalk for?” Artemis asked, looking back at her over her shoulder.

“It’s a meeting. I’m taking minutes,” Tulip said, already drawing a crude caricature of a wizard in the bottom left corner of the board. “It’s a visual aid for when we are brainstorming ideas.”

“Right. What do we need to brainstorm, exactly?”

“You know, what we want to achieve, how we’re going to achieve it. What we’re going to call ourselves.”

“Won’t we just call each other by our names?”

“Not each other, I mean as a group,” Tulip looked up from her drawing, which was looking more and more Snape-like by the second. “What’s the point in forming a secret society if we don’t even get a name?”

“I mean, this isn’t really a secret society,” Artemis said, and Tulip frowned.

“Well, it should be. We’re up against this cabal, and they’re a secret society. We’re just making things even.”

Artemis considered it for a moment, before turning to the others. “Fine. Anyone got any bright ideas for a name?”

“Oh,” Penny raised her hand. “How about the Curse Club?”

“Sounds like we are making curses, not breaking them,” muttered Merula. “Besides, it’s hardly very original, is it?”

“Well, have you got any better ideas?”

“How about Shut Up Haywood? How is that for an idea?”

“Merula, be nice. We are here to break curses together, not fight each other,” Artemis told her. She called over her shoulder to Tulip. “Don’t write that one down.”

“Too late, I already have.”

“Never mind then,” Artemis shrugged apologetically at Penny. “Any advances on Curse Club? Yes, Ismelda?”

“Death to Rakepick.”

“Oh. Um, well, that’s… original, I guess.”

“I’ve got it,” said Tonks. “What about Together In Total Solidarity?”

Behind Artemis, Tulip began to snigger, and Artemis turned to look at what she was doing. Seeing the large capital letters that had been written on the board, Artemis rolled her eyes.

“Tonks! Take this seriously.”

“That could work, too. Taking It Totally Seriously,” Tonks grinned, and Artemis scowled at her. “Or, how about Witches Against Nasty-”

“Can anyone else think of something? Anything?”

“I’ve got an idea,” said Ben, frowning deeply. “I don’t think it’s that good, though.”

“I’m sure it won’t be worse than what we have already.”

“Okay. Well, what about the Circle of Khanna?”

The room fell quiet, not even the sound of Tulip’s chalk on the blackboard interrupting the hush.

“The Circle of Khanna,” Merula repeated slowly, as if she were tasting the words as she spoke them. “You know, I actually don’t hate it.”

“I like that mentions Rowan,” said Badeea, as Tulip started to write on the board once more. “And I like the idea of a circle. A perfect circle is infinite, unbroken, forever…”

“Like friendship should be,” whispered Penny, her eyes filling with tears. Artemis gave Charlie in the seat next to Penny a pointed look, and he patted her on the forearm, somewhat awkwardly.

“All in favour of the Circle of Khanna, raise your hand.”

Fifteen hands, including Artemis’ own, rose into the air. Only one remained on a desk.

“I just think we could make it a little better,” said Tonks.

“We are not adding another word that begins with a C,” Artemis told her, and Tonks sighed loudly before raising her own hand. Artemis turned to Tulip, who was already underlining the name Circle of Khanna on the board. “So that’s that settled. We are now the Circle of Khanna.”

Artemis found herself smiling at the name as she spoke it. Somehow, it made it feel like Rowan was still included, and it reminded her who they were there for.

“Rowan was always telling me how I needed to think about things before I did them, to be ready and not go charging straight into stuff. And she always helped me with that. Whenever I did anything dangerous, she always used to say that she didn’t like it, but she was going to make sure whatever it was I was doing, it would be done properly,” she told them, now smiling fondly at the memory of Rowan’s cross and anxious face. “I think she would be tutting at us for going back to the Vaults, but at least if we are going to do it, we can do it in a way she would have been happy with. She had goals, and she had plans on how she was going to achieve them. She worked hard, she prepared and researched and-”

“So, what are our goals, Hexley?” Merula interrupted her.

“Well, that’s not just up to me, is it? What do you lot all want?” When no one said anything, Artemis sighed. “Fine, I’ll go first. I want to make sure that Rowan’s death wasn’t in vain, and I want to break the statue curse.”

“I want to break all the curses for good,” said Ben.

“I want us to get there before Rakepick and the rest of the Cabal does.”

“Maybe we could find out some more about the Cabal, that might help, too.”

“I want to get revenge on Rakepick for what she did to Rowan,” Merula told them, and Ismelda nodded emphatically in agreement.

Behind Artemis, Tulip called out, “I’m going to write ‘justice’ rather than ‘revenge’. Revenge sounds… kind of murder-y.”

“And?” Merula shrugged.

“Well, personally, I would just like to make sure that we are all safe,” said Penny. “Us and the rest of the school. I know that dealing with the Cursed Vaults and dealing with Rakepick and the Cabal is important, but we don’t know how long that will take. We need to learn how to defend ourselves.”

“And we need to learn how to fight properly, too,” Diego nodded, and Artemis had to stop herself from scowling at him. “Defence is all well and good, but when you’re up against an opponent like Rakepick… I can teach you all to duel, if you like.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Artemis told him, rolling her eyes.

“Well, you’ll need someone to be an instructor.”

“Yeah, but we already have someone to do that. Someone who actually knows what they’re doing when it comes to duelling and breaking curses.”

“Oh, really? Are you going to be teaching us all this, then?”

“No. He is.”

Artemis looked beyond Diego to the back of the classroom, to the door that led out into the corridor. She smiled as she made eye contact with the wizard leaning against the doorframe, dressed in a dark collared shirt and dragonhide boots, with long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. As the group turned to look at him, a smirk began to play on his handsome face.

“Okay, gang,” said Bill Weasley, stepping into the classroom and rolling up his sleeves. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”

Bill had agreed to spend each and every afternoon over the Easter holidays helping Artemis and her friends; teaching them about the basics of curse-breaking, practising duelling and defensive spells, and helping them to plan their approach to dealing with the final Cursed Vault.

“Thanks again for this,” Artemis told him as she helped him to pack away the training dummies a few days later. “You really didn’t have to, I know it’s meant to be your holiday as well as ours.”

“Technically, I’m on study leave,” Bill replied. “If anything, this is good revision for me.”

“I can’t believe you still have to study and take exams. I’d have thought that you would just be allowed to start straight away.”

“Artemis, have you learnt nothing in all these years? You have to practise and prepare for this kind of stuff. That’s the whole point of me being here, isn’t it?”

“I guess,” Artemis shrugged. “I’m just glad that you’re here.”

“I was hardly going to leave you in the lurch after what happened to Rowan. Especially now that you’re planning on returning to the final Vault. Wouldn’t want to miss that.”

“So, you’ll help break the curse?”

“Yeah, of course. As good as you all are, I think having a Curse-Breaker with you - a professional Curse-Breaker - would be beneficial. Just means we have to get you all ready before I go off on placement again,” grinning, Bill nudge Artemis with his elbow. “This is all provided that you haven’t outgrown me now that you’re almost of age yourself.”

“I could never outgrow you.”

“That is true, you could barely outgrow an elf.”

Artemis pushed Bill and he laughed, retaliating by putting her in a headlock and ruffling her hair as she attempted to kick him in the shin. Eventually, he let her go, still laughing as he summoned his jacket from the back of a chair.

“I’d better be getting back to my actual studying,” he told Artemis. As he got to the door, he turned back and his smile became less mocking and more kind. “It’s good to have you back, little one.”

Artemis wrinkled her nose. “I never went anywhere.”

“You know what I mean. You’re looking more like yourself again.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah. Maybe not quite the same as you used to, but a bloody sight better than you did the last time I saw you. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

Barely had Bill left the classroom before there was a quiet knock on the doorframe. Artemis turned to see who was there, and found herself looking straight at Chiara Lobosca.

“I’m sorry, Chiara. We’ve already finished for the day,” she told her. “Really, it’s a shame. It would have been nice to have had you here.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry I haven’t been at any of the meetings so far.”

That was true. The Circle of Khanna had been meeting daily for four days now, and Chiara had yet to attend a single meeting; even at the first one, which Artemis had expected her to arrive late for, she had been absent for the entire duration.

“That’s okay. I know you’re helping out in the Hospital Wing, and that you must be really busy. I just meant that everyone would have liked it if you had been able to join in.”

“This is actually why I came to talk to you,” Chiara said, closing the door behind her. “I don’t think they would.”

“What do you mean? Of course they would!”

“No, Artemis, they wouldn’t. Not if they knew… Well, you know,” Chiara pursed her lips, her eyes drifting across the classroom to a poster about lycanthropy that had been stuck to one of the walls.

“I’m sure none of them would mind,” Artemis said, knowing as soon as she said the words that they might not be true. Penny still was terrified of werewolves, and she did not know how Penny would react to Chiara’s secret. “And you don’t have to tell them.”

“I feel guilty not telling them, though. It’s like you said last week when you told us all about the Cursed Vaults and what happened to Rowan. People deserve to know the truth. How can I join this group you’ve put together, be friends with them, and let them trust me, when deep down I know that I’m lying to them?”

“Okay,” Artemis nodded. “So, why don’t you tell them, and then if they don’t-”

“It’s not that simple, though, is it?” Said Chiara, smiling sadly. “You know how much stigma there is about this. Remember Professor Lee? He was in charge of the Werewolf Capture Unit. There’s a whole unit in the Ministry of Magic that is dedicated to capturing people like me, like we’re…” Chiara shook her head. “You know why I have a room to myself.”

“So that you can take your potions in peace. And so you can’t accidentally hurt someone when you transform.”

“I wish. It’s so that no one has to know that I’m a werewolf. There are people who would try and get me kicked out of school if they found out the truth about me.”

“Well, they’re stupid and wrong,” Artemis said. “And besides, they’d never get their way.”

“They might. People like me lose their jobs all the time when their employers find out about them being werewolves. That’s how Lupin ended up in Hogsmeade, he had just been fired and he was desperate,” Chiara’s pale face was flushed with anguish. “I want to be a Healer, Artemis. It’s what I’m passionate about and it’s what I am good at. But if it becomes common knowledge that I’m… what I am…”

“Then you might not be able to be a Healer?”

“No one is going to want a werewolf looking after them when they are sick.”

“Well, they should,” said Artemis. Chiara shook her head. “I mean it. You’re a brilliant Healer.”

“I’m not a Healer, Healers go through training and-”

“Yeah, and you’re brilliant even without that. When I was in the Hospital Wing before Christmas… You were the only thing that wasn’t completely horrible about it, actually. I can’t imagine anyone being a better Healer than you, not ever.”

Chiara closed her eyes, a tear running down her cheek. Artemis swallowed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” Chiara rubbed a tear away. “I’m just… I wish I didn’t have to go through life lying to everyone about who I am.”

“You don’t.”

“Not everyone is accepting, Artemis.”

“I know, but that’s not what I mean,” Artemis told her. “I just mean that… Yes, you’re a werewolf, but that isn’t who you are. It’s what you are, and even then it’s only a part of what you are, like… I don’t know, how many brothers and sisters you have, or whether you’re allergic to anything. It’s not lying to not tell people about that, why would it be lying not to tell them about this, either?” When Chiara didn’t reply, Artemis sighed, “You said last week that you regretted not spending time with Rowan when she was alive, not getting to know her because you were too busy putting a distance between yourself and people. If you keep doing that, you’re only going to regret missing out on spending time with more people who would probably really like you, if you’d only give them a chance to get to know you - actually you the person, not a werewolf - because they would.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so,” said Artemis, smiling mischievously. “Especially Jae Kim.”

“Jae Kim?”

“Yeah. You must have seen him watching you dance at the Valentine’s Day ball.”

“As if,” Chiara laughed, despite still looking tearful. “You really were tipsy that evening.”

“Tipsy, but not blind,” Artemis said, with a little giggle. “Come on. Join us. You know you want to.”

Chiara breathed. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. I lost one of my oldest friends this year. I’m not going to lose a new one as well.”

Artemis held out her arms, and Chiara hesitated before hugging her. At first she was tense, as if she were not used to being hugged, but then she exhaled, and her body seemed to relax.

“Artemis,” she said, lifting her chin from Artemis’ shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Does that blackboard really say what I think it says?”

“Yeah. Don’t ask.”

With Chiara Lobosca now officially a member, the Circle of Khanna was complete. Or at least, Artemis had assumed it to be so until one afternoon near the end of the Easter holidays, when there was another newcomer in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

“Artemis will say that it’s okay,” said Beatrice Haywood, looking expectantly at Artemis as she walked into the classroom.

“Uh, say what is okay?”

“Beatrice wants to join the Circle of Khanna,” Bill explained, looking between Beatrice and Penny, whose lips were pursed and arms crossed.

“But she is too young!” Penny said tersely.

“No, I’m not. You were all breaking curses when you were in second year.”

Artemis looked at Penny. “I mean, she has a point.”

“That was before we understood how dangerous this was,” Penny sighed, and Artemis looked between her and Beatrice. “Artemis, you can’t be considering this. She is twelve!”

“And a half,” added Beatrice. Beside her, Bill chuckled.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said, sitting on the desk behind him so that he no longer towered over the small girl. “Beatrice, your sister is right. You can’t join the group. This is too dangerous for you to get involved in.”

“But-”

“But,” Bill raised his eyebrows and smiled, “we are also learning some self defence spells. Maybe you could join in for that bit. You could be an… associate member.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, it’s like a guest. A special guest who is invited to join in for special occasions, even though they aren’t usually involved. How about that?”

Beatrice frowned before nodding her head and going to sit on a desk near Jae Kim. Penny watched her before looking across at Bill.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Artemis tapped her foot through the pause in which neither Bill nor Penny spoke. When she could bear the awkwardness no longer, she cleared her throat.

“So…”

“Yes. Sorry.” Bill jumped up onto his feet as Penny stepped backwards and away from him. He raised his voice so that everyone could hear him, “Artemis, do we have any updates on the Cursed Vault?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Artemis nodded. “So, Talbott was able to get a bird’s eye view… I mean, a view from above the lake.” As she corrected herself, she saw Talbott sigh quietly and roll his eyes. “Anyway, the water is really still in the middle where the water is deepest. It’s only in the shallows where the Grindylows are that things look kind of angry.”

“Does that mean that the Vault isn’t in the very deep part of the lake, or just that only the Grindylows are affected by it?”

“It doesn’t mean either of those things,” said Talbott quietly. “They don’t call it the Black Lake for nothing. I only saw the surface, I don’t know what is going on underneath.”

“So we know nothing new, then?” asked Merula, her eyebrows raised.

“Not exactly,” Talbott looked out of the window. “Dumbledore’s banned the dementors from going near the areas where students are, but there’s still the odd one around. They’re spread out around the perimeters of the grounds. There are two or three on the other side of the lake.”

“That’s concerning,” said Bill, frowning deeply. “We don’t want to attract their attention.”

Artemis shrugged. “They’re all the way over on the other side of the lake. What are they going to do? Swim to the Vault to stop us?”

“No, but if they think that what we are doing is suspicious, they might well break Dumbledore’s rules. I’m sure they’d be allowed on the grounds properly if there was a genuine reason for them to be there. We don’t want to give them that reason.”

“So, what do you think we should do?”

“I think we should learn to protect ourselves against them, just in case,” Bill nodded his head. “Right, chaps. Who wants to learn how to conjure a Patronus?”

He raised his wand and called out the incantation, and conjured a large silvery white creature, one with large paws, a long tail, and a thick mane of fur.

“It’s a lion!” Bea Haywood’s eyes lit up at the sight of it. “Are we all going to get one?”

“Hopefully, but they won’t all be lions. And they’re not easy, so some of you might not be able to make actual animals, but let’s give it a go.”

Bill enlisted the help of Tonks to help teach the group the Patronus charm, and soon the Circle of Khanna were having the best meeting they had ever had, surrounded by a menagerie of silvery-white animals: Bill’s lion, Tonks’ jack rabbit, Merula’s blackbird, Jae’s fox, and Tulip’s rat.

“They’re rather delightful, aren’t they?” Penny giggled, watching her dolphin patronus swim through the air around her, spinning and frolicking as it went. “I never thought that anything to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts could be so pretty!”

Artemis smiled, and looked around the room at the other patronuses. A bear was bumbling around Barnaby, a peacock strutting next to Andre, a bushbaby curled up close around Liz Tuttle’s neck, and a dove flitting though the air above Chiara’s head. Even little Bea Haywood had managed to conjure the tiniest of patronuses, a bumblebee that only managed to buzz around for a second before disappearing as Beatrice gasped at it.

But when Artemis attempted to conjure her own patronus, she found herself unable to do so. Instead of her familiar lithe cheetah, the only patronus she could produce was a silver shield that shimmered in the air in front of her before disappearing. It was an improvement on the last time she had attempted the spell, the same night that she had left the mirror in the Room of Requirement, but she had not expected to find casting the spell so difficult even now.

Disappointed in herself and her feeble excuse for a patronus, she lowered her wand. As she did, Badeea raised her own and conjured yet another silver-white animal, a giraffe that moved through the classroom slowly and gracefully, its doe-like eyes watchful and intelligent-looking. Artemis stared at the giraffe patronus for a minute, before slipping out into the corridor to sit on the staircase alone, listening to the distant gasps and giggles of her friends from a distance.

“Wotcher,” said a voice, and Artemis turned around to see Tonks standing behind her, her hair the exact same shade of silver as the patronuses themselves. Artemis shuffled sideways, and Tonks sat beside her on the step. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, really,” Artemis told her, and Tonks raised one eyebrow in response. “I just couldn’t conjure a patronus, that’s all.”

“But you did, I watched you do it.”

“Not a proper one, though.”

“Oh, yeah,” Tonks nodded. “But you know, corporeal patronuses - you know, ones with an animal form - are really hard to produce. Loads of witches and wizards can’t do it, not everyone in there has managed it, even. Charlie is finding it really tricky, and so are Ben, Alanza, Talbott, Ismelda, Diego…”

“I know, but this is the first time they’ve tried. I used to be able to do it properly. I had a cheetah. I don’t know why I don’t anymore, why I can’t do it like I used to,” Artemis brought her legs into her chest and rested her chin on her knees. “It feels like I’m kind of broken.”

“Nah, you’re not. It’s actually really normal for this kind of thing to happen.”

“It is?”

“Oh, yeah. Big changes and shocks and stuff can massively affect patronuses. Some people who can produce them stop being able to, and some people who couldn’t before suddenly find that they can.”

“So, what you’re saying is that I’ll never be able to cast a patronus ever again?” Artemis frowned. That didn’t make her feel better at all.

“That’s not what I said at all,” Tonks shook her head. “I mean, you might not, but that’s not the end of the world. It might be that you end up having a completely new patronus.”

“As in a different animal?”

“Yeah. They can change, sometimes.”

Artemis blinked. “But I don’t want it to change. I like my cheetah.”

“I know you do,” Tonks shrugged, then tilted her head. “Hey. Did you ever choose a name for it?”

“My patronus? No,” Artemis sighed. “And now it’s either gone for good or it’s going to be completely new patronus, so I never will.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“But-”

“Ugh, I’m so bad at this kind of thing,” muttered Tonks. “Look, I’m not going to lie to you. You might not ever get your cheetah patronus back, but it’s just a patronus. There are worse things to lose than that.” She winced slightly, and added, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I know what you mean. And you’re right, we know that more than anyone,” Artemis smiled sadly. “I just feel like part of me is missing without Rowan here, and I don’t know how much of that is me missing her, and how much is… I know that what happened has changed everything, and it’s changed me, too, but I’d just like to know that I’ve still got most of me left as it was.”

Tonks said nothing for almost a minute. When she finally spoke, she said:

“Okay, so a hag, a goblin, and a house elf walk into a bar.”

Artemis stared at her blankly. “What?”

“I dunno. You’re sad, so I thought you might like to hear a joke to cheer you up. I told you I’m no good at this,” Tonks sighed, before raising a single eyebrow at Artemis. “You sure you still don’t want that snog?”

In spite of everything, Artemis laughed, and so did Tonks.

“Come on,” she said, standing up and pulling Artemis to her feet. “You’re never going to know if you’ll be able to get your cheetah back if you don’t even try.”

Still grinning, Artemis nodded and followed Tonks back into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, still illuminated by the soft silver glow of her friends’ patronus charms.

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papirouge · 4 months

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Omg Those rich dubai/ German/ whatever men are participating in sexual humiliation rituals. Eating feces, Getting feces and puke inserted into your genitalia, these rituals they are doing are about spiritual destruction and then absorption. I think you call them warlocks or wizards? Male witches? They hate the feminine and hate Gods creations. They purposely seek out women who wouldn’t want to do this because that means her spirit is more pure and they delight in breaking our spirit. The more that we are aware of male witches the more we can recognize their presence and avoid them so God can destroy them.

My sister was approached by one of these men to party with him in France and then to go to Dubai with him. She said no but he kept insisting she come and just relax. He acted like it was an honor for her to be with him. She told him no and that she will never have sex with a man she isn’t married to and that she knew what goes on at these parties 💀 basically called him out and she told me that he looked like he was never called out like that before. S

...hmm sorry to burst your bubble, anon, but I don't think we can't "divine feminine" our way out of this one 🥴 This "divine feminine" thing is yet another new age crap repackaged and rebranded for femdom guru and dating coach. Think about The Secret, but rebranded for women.

Porta potty is only but one facet of satan worship. I think it caught a lot of attention because of how outrageous it was, and the FC misogynists had a field day mocking those women willing to get degraded to such extent for a few thousands $$. But don't get it twisted, there are also Madame to help this system keep going (Naomi Campbell is one of them btw). In one of the 2 stories I shared, it was a FEMALE friend who lured the OP into this. When it's men doing it, this may come off more obvious/suspicious (i.e your sister's reaction). In the story where the girl accepted the invitation from a man, homegirl seemed to have a very low self preservation instinct because even when she realized she was invited in what she thought was a "bunny ranch" she still didn't see any issue with that 💀 (and let's not even forget she was cheating on her boyfriend) so idk if she's much representative of a woman with "normal" boundaries

One of France biggest serial killer/pedophile, Michel Fourniret, used HIS PREGNANT WIFE (Monique Olivier) as a bait to lure schoolgirls into his house. And even after she birthed their kid, she kept using him to come off helpless/harmless to the girls she lured (asking her for help and to ride her car, etc). And the fucked up thing is that this child, who's now an adult in his 30s, is currently investigated for rape.... When we tell that generational curses are REAL! She said that she sometimes left her kid with the abducted girls in the same room.... I totally believe that witnessing the distress and fear of these poor girls rubbed onto him (even as a toddler) and it messed him up psychologically and spiritually. Monique Olivier took a life sentence for what she did. I personally do not believe that women in this "brand of activities" are prone to be more kind with sacrificed or abused children.

I remember the testimony of an Australian satanic cult survivor (Fiona Basset?) who said that she was raped by Nicole Kidman dad and that she saw Nicole Kidman make fun of her martyr (literally bursting out of laughter just before her). There's also another women who's a child ritual abuse survivor (I think she was german? or belgian?) said that in those sex parties, males as much as women raped and sacrificed those children, regardless of their sex or gender. I believe Chrissy Teigen is one of them. Forcefully aborting little girls, ribbing their womb apart, drinking their blood, handing over their own baby (or those of raped girls) to be sacrificed and eaten...

Morally corrupt women = a morally corrupt men. Satan has no gender. There's no "female solidarity" in this stuff. Those people soul are gone.

I agree that the participant unwillingness definitely contributes to the thrill of these human sacrifice sessions. Adrenochrome, etc. I heard the purest sacrifice was the one of an intelligent male child. I won't elaborate on this, but it's said that there's some portal in an*s that open door into the demonic realms. That's why p*dophile are so adamant raping children and s********* them. That's also why s******* is used in dissociation/MK ultra sessions. It really messes up people's psyche and Spirit. It's said that children who got sexually abused tend to age faster ; that's because their life force got sucked dry at a VERY young age. Look at that Desmond is Amazing kid, how TIRED he looked when he was only 10-11... I am SURE some dark hit happened to him- I really hope he's doing okay.

Now ask yourself why s******** is getting more and more normalized. How these "sex ed" classes tell that's okay and normal (it's not - 1)the an*s is NOT a sexual organ 2) is wired to only EVACUATE stuff, not receive it 3) over stimulating it develops incontinence problem. Someone ask old gay men how their poo poo sessions doing please *for educational purposes ofc*

#answered #spiritual warfare

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liskokasa · 2 years

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Went to see Hällas live with Jonathan Hultén opening for them, true solidarity between wizard music and witch music

#hällas really is music for rpg wizards #saw grown men cry to star rider #siri uses the keyboard

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speaksoftlyrp · 19 days

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Popular Seer Missing 19 December 1983

The wizarding world is abuzz with concern following the sudden disappearance of renowned seer, Cecily Gold. Gold, known for her regular horoscope column featured in Witch Weekly, was last seen leaving her residence in Diagon Alley nearly a week ago. The circumstances surrounding Gold's disappearance remain shrouded in mystery, with authorities launching a thorough investigation to uncover any leads or clues that may shed light on her whereabouts. Aurors are working tirelessly to piece together the puzzle, interviewing witnesses and canvassing areas where Gold was known to frequent in hopes of uncovering new information. While speculation abounds regarding the possible reasons behind Gold's disappearance, authorities have emphasized the importance of remaining vigilant and refraining from jumping to conclusions. In the meantime, members of the divination community and the wizarding public at large have expressed their solidarity and support for Gold's family and loved ones during this trying time. We at the Daily Prophet hope for her safe return, and if you have any knowledge of the whereabouts of Miss Gold, please contact the Ministry.

#jcink rp #jcink premium #jcink #harry potter #harry potter roleplay #hp rp #marauders era #marauders hp au #marauders au #marauders era rp #marauders era roleplay #hp marauders

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royalberryriku · 7 months

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Actually, fuck it, I'm in the mood for late night talks and rambles. I wanna talk about how Hufflepuff doesn't actually work at all in the Harry Potter universe. Let me explain:

"Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil".

Hufflepuffs are known for being kind, loyal and patient. They're loving and unafraid to stand up for what's right. Which means they would actually be considered the most evil witches and wizards because they'd defy the most rules and help those who are the most hated. They would harbour those who are rejected, they would push back against the status quo, they would help Slytherins and protest against Azkaban. They would detest how the Wizarding world is run, I fact, I could even see them hating the phrase "The Wizarding World" and seeing it as sexist.

Hufflepuffs would be the biggest rule breakers out of all the houses; they would be seen as villains because they'd be full of people who would not tolerate how the Ministry of Magic is run and rebel against it. All the anarchists would be Hufflepuffs, all the anti establishment punks would be Hufflepuffs. If you wanted sweet, honey, cosy people as your image, you'd have to switch around the moto and make pride and liars the motto.

Because those who are genuinely unafraid of toil do not come in shining armour, but worn and used rags. They are the "Good Samaritans", not the rich pleasent people who smell of sweets and cleanliness. They're the underdog to be certain, and wouldn't appear sweet and appealing, because they're those who are out fighting for what's right and that's not where the rich and pleasent folk are, that's where those who are downtrodden are.

The Hufflepuff Common Room would be a place to help Slytherins who are scared to return home or who are scared of being picked on for being Slytherins. It would be a place where House Elves would go if they wanted to be freed, there's be a whole ass boot and clothes at the ready and a person about to help make it happen one way or another. Hell, they wouldn't have even existed at this point in the narrative if we've actually made a huge collection of "fuck the cruelties of the establishment" people.

Of course, JKR is a bigot of every type compiled into one person, so of course slavery , police brutality and the gap between the rich and poor in the system of the wizarding world would still be seen as okay to "those who love justice" in her mind and even mock those who try make things right or even a bit more bearable (like Hermione, because of course everything the only girl in the main trio does is seen as a giant book-series-long joke of how "a silly girl can't ever be right because girls being smarter than the boys isn't allowed, so she needs to be mocked and showed she's too arrogant for that! Since a girl that knows too much is just too arrogant for knowing anything" because JKR is sexist as fuck in those books).

But being a bit more hopeful here for five seconds and forgetting the writer, if possible, let us just appreciate the fact that Hufflepuff is the biggest plot hole for simply existing. Either the Sorting Hat was lying or the motto isn't true because half the universe wouldn't exist how it is if it were. Could you imagine if you made an automatic assortment of every person who stood up for the downtrodden? Protests would be so much easier if we had one of those. Could you imagine the protests possible if one didn't even have to look for people to organise and find solidarity with? If you didn't even have to find everyone who would support it, but all grew up in the same school house group?? The wizarding and witching world would be full of unions, slavery and police brutality would be a past matter and capitalism would be dead. Also there would be far more push for using magic to help muggles. Like, there's no way they wouldn't have a "let's open the wizarding world" protest every year from Hufflepuffs. They would and you know it. They would literally be the ones sent to prison for refusing to be shitty and since keeping the status quo has been the main method of the shitty keeping said cruelty alive and well.

#hp #harry potter #hufflepuff #writing #This is a jkr hate zone so just letting ppl know that first and foremost #If she wanted to pretend to be a feminist (she isn't) then maybe she should have considered not doing Hermione so dirty in the books #idk who she was trying to pander to when she decided to make “haha isn't it funny how much a girl is instantly bad for knowing things?”#and turning that into a running joke but I don't think anyone who was born a girl or later became a girl ever found it funny #especially if (seeing as it was in a book) read books like Hermione and were the ones being laughed at #Haha yeah it's so funny that girls aren't supposed to be smart and should be dipsy and only listen to the boys haha so funny jkr #totally not sexist as hell #this is so obviously sarcasm #also not my only gripe but one that I personally am surprised no one else seemed to find stupid as hell and misogynistic #if you had a sjw phase in school and still want to punch nazis you're probably a Hufflepuff #I feel like there'd be way more genuinely evil wizards just in the government and ministry #they're not in azkaban they're guarding ut #*it #those in azkaban would have been Hufflepuffs framed that's the only way they could explain the lack of protesting and unionising and even so #like it just doesn't work

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bright-black-mirror · 3 years

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I’ve realized something mages/witches/sorcerers/wizards/whatever you use to refer to people who cast spells They are basically all just a bunch of computer programmers think about it

Their spells are their code

The magic preformed is their programs (obviously)

Their wands/whatever they use are their computers/software

Their familiars are their “rubber ducks”

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bl00dsuckingbradybunch · 2 years

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The boys and a witch from Hogwarts would include...

Requested by @fallenforfictionalcharacters : Hi, i love your writing about TLB!! If it’s not a bother, can I order something with the lost boys and a witch reader from Hogwarts? She stopping by in Santa Carla with her house elf, not knowing much about the human world. How would they react?

A/n: I would like to preface this with the fact that I am not supportive of JKR whatsoever. also, sorry this took me so long.

Warning(s): some vague violence, cursing, mentions of drug use.

-> okay, since it’s the late 1980s, let’s say that you have just graduated from hogwarts and are desperate to get away from the wizarding world. after all, a war has just ended. everyone was struggling to pick up the pieces and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

-> something draws you to santa carla. maybe it’s the boardwalk, or maybe it’s the lack of macusa interaction despite the considerable deaths— either way, you pack up your whole life (and your house elf) and go there.

-> with your magic, it’s easy enough to get around at first. though, without money, you quickly start struggling.

-> “we’re going to have to find food somehow…”

-> it was just a statement, but your house elf might’ve taken it differently.

-> paul is the first one to see the elf, and boy is he surprised. he stumbles upon it because he hears it sorting through trash and muttering to itself and it doesn’t smell right, and then he’s kind of just standing there like 👁👁 because what.the.fuck.

-> at first he thinks he’s super high, but then the other boys see it too.

-> “what is that thing?” “wait, you guys can see it too!?”

-> dwayne suggests that they follow it, and david contemplates telling max first for at most ten seconds before he decides they should.

-> your house elf leads them right back to you because it’s never experienced vampires and doesn’t know what to look out for. they silently observe you for a bit because they have no idea how to approach you but that doesn’t even matter because you react rather violently anyway.

-> “oh, yeah, that’s a real intimidating stick you’ve got there, doll.”

-> david eats his words when you hit him with a bat bogey hex though <3

-> after the chaos (and after you’ve undone your hex) you finally start to figure out what’s going on.

-> “wait, you aren’t macusa?” “no!?” “what the hell is a macusa?”

-> you’d never met a vampire before, only having learned about them in your defense against the dark arts class and they didn’t exactly fit the dracula-esque profile your textbooks laid out. they had no idea that there were supernatural creatures or really anything paranormal outside of vampires.

-> paul, no longer terrified and now consumed by a childish curiosity, invites you to come live with them in the nest— you’re living in a tent, even if it was expanded inside, and “supernatural solidarity and all that.”

-> david hates that idea :)

-> still, after a conference with max, you move in.

-> you and your house elf get a little corner in the nest, kind of like star’s, and you have all sorts of room for your stuff.

-> slowly, but surely, you fall into a routine with the boys.

-> you help them snag prey on the beach and ward the next protectively, they leave you alone for most of the day.

-> and, for a while, it’s pretty sweet.

-> they’re nice enough— well, most of them are anyway.

-> paul drinks in every fact about your world that you give him and marko likes to be the one to show you firsts— your first time watching television, your first time listening to muggle music, etc etc— and dwayne finds your books n stuff fascinating. he will read your potion book and ask you what the hell every other thing is.

-> it’s david you have problems with.

-> whether it’s because he’s guarded or because he’s still mad at you for making bats fly out of his nose, you’re not sure, but he doesn’t like to spend time with you like the other boys did.

-> while the other three eventually went from lingering on the sidelines to sitting next to you on the couch, he never did. he’s always kept his distance, watching you with this unreadable expression on his face.

-> at first you think he’s studying you, kind of the same way you studied them for the first few weeks you were there, but then something happened.

-> you’d been doing the usual “lure some surf dudes down to the secluded part of the beach so the boys could feed on them” when one of the victims grabbed you, totally throwing you off.

-> before you could even get your hand on your wand, he was dead.

-> “nobody touches our witch.”

-> now, you always knew that there was something more…intimate… about the boys’ relationship with each other, but you never asked.

-> it was part of your agreement.

-> which is why you don't really know how to react when this situation acts as a catalyst and they invite you into their… whatever it is.

-> “we’ve never met a babe like you. nobody else would get it.”

-> you agree, thinking that they’re gorgeous and oddly endearing and that your dynamic would only really change in a few ways.

-> and you were right.

-> they’re less likely to leave you alone, now

-> occasionally, david will just sit in his wheelchair and make you sit in his lap because he’s a little baby.

-> they’ll probably get you crystals and other things associated with muggle witches, which i find adorable.

-> try to teach them stuff and it always winds up literally blowing up in their faces.

-> they take you flying at night sometimes and get really amused by the way you freak the fuck out.

-> “i thought you knew how to fly.” “clinging to you and riding a broom are two different things!” “wait witches actually fly on brooms?”

-> mention quidditch? good luck getting any person to understand it, let alone marko or paul.

-> idk if there’s a way to make them go into sunlight, but you’re literally made of magic. you’ll probably figure it out.

-> you left behind you a world that didn’t understand you to walk into a world you didn’t completely understand, but you were better off for it.

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys fanfiction #david the lost boys x reader #david the lost boys imagine #david tlb #dwayne the lost boys imagine #dwayne tlb #marco the lost boys x reader #marco the lost boys imagine #marco tlb #paul the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys imagine #paul tlb #the lost boys headcanon

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“L. Frank Baum's book The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, which appeared in 1900, is widely recognized to be a parable for the Populist campaign of William Jennings Bryan, who twice ran for president on the Free Silver platform – vowing to replace the gold standard with a bimetallic system that would allow the free creation of silver money alongside gold. As with the Greenbackers, one of the main constituencies for the movement was debtors: particularly, Midwestern farm families such as Dorothy's, who had been facing a massive wave of foreclosures during the severe recession of the 1890s.

According to the Populist reading, the Wicked Witches of the East and West represent the East and West Coast bankers (promoters of and benefactors from the tight money supply), the Scarecrow represented the farmers (who didn't have the brains to avoid the debt trap), the Tin Woodsman was the industrial proletariat (who didn't have the heart to act in solidarity with the farmers), the Cowardly Lion represented the political class (who didn't have the courage to intervene). The yellow brick road, silver slippers, emerald city, and hapless Wizard presumably speak for themselves. ‘Oz’ is of course the standard abbreviation for ‘ounce.’

As an attempt to create a new myth, Baum's story was remarkably effective. As political propaganda, less so. William Jennings Bryan failed in three attempts to win the presidency, the silver standard was never adopted, and few nowadays even remember what The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was originally supposed to be about.”

- Debt: The First 5,000 Years, by David Graeber

#posting just because i thought this was fascinating #the wonderful wizard of oz #the wizard of oz #debt: the first 5000 years #david graeber #quotes #books #history #!#pretty cool tbh #i literally never knew this #oz #@nerd-for-nerdsake thank you for sending me the title of this book! it's very good!

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The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 16

Summary: Ethel and Selene become Suffragettes.

OCs featured: Professor Lavinia MacMillan @kc-and-co, Selene Fraser and Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze, Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch.

OCs mentioned: Victoria Summer @whatwouldvalerydo, Lottie Gallagher and Lysander Mercury @slytherindisaster, Winona Rosewood @usernoneexistent, Marigold Sterling @that-scouse-wizard, Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co.

Warnings: discussion of misogyny.

April 1896

“Miss Hexley, what are you doing there?” Professor Macmillan, the Herbology teacher, asked Ethel, one eyebrow raised at the ropes that were currently binding her wrists to the banister of the grand staircase.

“I’m campaigning, professor,” Ethel informed her. “Professor, did you know that Muggle women are not legally permitted to partake in political discourse or even to vote?”

“I was already aware of that fact, yes.”

“Well, do you not think that this is a dastardly miscarriage of justice? I certainly do. That is why Selene and I have tied ourselves to the banisters. We are showing our solidarity with the poor souls, and raising awareness about their plight.”

“I see,” Professor Macmillan frowned. “And where is Miss Fraser?”

“Over there,” unable to point, Ethel jerked her head in the direction of the flight of stairs where Selene was tied to another banister, deep in conversation with a group of Ravenclaw girls from their own year. “We thought that we might cover more ground if we worked the stairs separately. We are hoping to recruit more members for our society.”

“Society?”

“Yes, the Society for Witches in Support of Women’s Suffrage. Or, S.W.S.W.S. for short. So far, it is Selene, Victoria, Lottie, Winona, and me. Would you like to join, too? We are hoping to have our first meeting this evening, and yours really would be a very welcome presence.”

“I appreciate the offer, Miss Hexley, but I’m afraid that I am off schoolgrounds this evening,” said Professor Macmillan. “But I am glad that you are spending your time focussing on such a worthwhile cause, rather than making trouble.” She smiled and nodded her head at the Slytherin girls walking down the flight of stairs towards them, “Perhaps you shall have more luck with these young ladies.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” Ethel muttered as Professor Macmillan walked away, but she raised her voice and greeted the girls with a wide and winning smile anyway. “Carolyn, Adelia, Marigold! You are all strong, independent witches.”

“What do you want, Hexley?” Carolyn Nyberg asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Well, seeing as you asked, I dare say that I should rather like your help. You see, my dear sister Selene and I are attempting to bring about a great societal shift that will benefit the Muggle members of our sex to no end.”

“Are you now?” Adelia Selwyn raised one eyebrow.

“Yes. You may not be aware, Pureblooded as you are, that Muggle women are not privy to the same rights that are afforded to their male counterparts in regard to matters of a political nature,” said Ethel. “Naturally, this is most unjust, and it is this injustice that the Society for Witches in Support of Women’s Suffrage wishes to correct. We are currently looking to recruit new members to the society and-”

“Are you in charge of this society?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then we are not interested,” Carolyn gave Ethel tight-lipped and insincere smile.

“But Carolyn, do you not care that Muggle women are not allowed to vote?”

“Not enough to want to spend time with you, Ethel.”

“Well, there is no need to be rude,” Ethel pouted, and the Slytherin girls began to walk away. She attempted to appeal to the better nature of the one bringing up the rear. “Ophelia, what say you? Do you wish to join the society?”

“No,” Ophelia Burke shook her head, frowning as if confused. “I don’t see the point. Why would a woman want to vote when she could have her husband do it for her?”

Ethel’s jaw dropped, and she was about to launch into a lengthy explanation as to exactly what the point was, when the staircase moved, carrying her away from the Slytherins, settling so that her flight of stairs was directly adjacent to Selene’s.

“Hello!” Ethel called out.

“Hello,” replied Selene. “How’s the recruitment going for you?”

“I’m afraid that it could be better,” Ethel admitted. “No new members yet, but Professor Macmillan did say that we could use her greenhouse to hold the meeting tonight.”

“Did she? How wonderful. I shall have to tell that Shiv that is where we will be meeting.”

“Shiv’s decided to join?”

“Yes, I was speaking to all of the girls from their dormitory. They said that they’d all be delighted to join us.”

“Even Héloïse Perrault ?”

“Well, she did not say so in quite so many words, of course,” said Selene. “But she nodded her head. So I assume she will be joining. Though I’m not certain that she understood what it was that she was joining, precisely.”

“That is no matter, we can tell her later if necessary,” Ethel told Selene, whose staircase began to move. “Farewell, Selly!”

“Goodbye, Effy!” Selene called out, as she was carried away by the moving staircase. “And good luck!”

Selene’s well-wishing must have worked, because no sooner had she departed than Ethel was approached by her brother.

“Ah, Jimmy. Just the person.”

“Oh, um… Er, Effy, what are you… That is to say, why are you… Did you tie yourself to the staircase or was this one of Lysander’s pranks?”

“You know as well as I do that I would never fall prey to such a jape as this,” Ethel said, offended by the very insinuation. “No, this is no jape at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. I am partaking in a vital humanitarian campaign. One in which I am most in need of the assistance of my dear little brother.”

“I am less than one hour younger than you!”

“Even so, I am the elder, and so you must assist me when I ask you.”

“Must I?”

“Yes. That is how families work, Jimmy.”

Jim sighed, deeply and almost crossly. “What assistance… Why me? What is that you want from me?”

“Well, as you are so interested, I shall tell you,” Ethel beamed, “Selene and I are setting up a political movement, and require campaign posters. You are always doodling away, I thought that you might like to lend your artistic talent to our noble cause.”

“No,” Jim said quickly. “No, I do not wish… You know my drawings - drawings, not doodles - are private. I don’t like to…”

“What is the point in you doing all your sketching if you ever intend on letting anyone see the finished results?”

“That is not… They are not for others, just for me.”

“Jimmy, please! We are in desperate need of an artist!”

“There are others who fit that description. Lysander might-”

“We are not that desperate,” Ethel scowled at the very idea of Lysander Mercury being a part of her society. “Oh, don’t be such a downer, Jim! Be a good, supportive brother and come to my incredibly important meeting.” She sighed, before smirking and changing tack, “You know, Héloïse will be there.”

“And why… That is not… Um, really?” Ethel nodded, and Jim took a breath before nodding his head. “Very well, Effy. But, er, this is only because you are my sister, you understand?”

Ethel’s smile widened, and she tilted her head at her brother, who averted his eyes.

“Oh, I understand perfectly, Jimmy.”

#hogwarts legacy #the hexley legacy #ethel hexley #selene fraser #jim hexley #Lavinia MacMillan #carolyn nyberg #adelia selwyn #ophelia burke

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