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I know I haven't updated Shape of Your Body is Blue in uh..quite a while now... but last night I got inspired and wrote part of the finale for it. Yall I'm so so excited to share the end once we get there!
Ive been inspired on the story lately so hopefully there will be another chapter posted soon. I did write on it but I just don't like the direction of the chapter and I'm scrapping it. I do have a better idea of what to do now!
You did so so beautifully! I am just stunned by this!
(And for anyone who reads my stories, this may or may not be a finale for Shape of Your Body is Blue)
Thank you again! @myokk ❤️
commission for @endless-starlight-legacy 🥹💓😙😙
Bad First Impressions
Sebastian has never heard the new 5th year student say a word. After the failed duel, everyone can see she clearly doesn't belong there (including Sebastian). Their fight with the troll shows him there is much more to her than meets the eye. (rated T, 2570 words, pre-Sebastian x MC)
It was already several days into the school year and Sebastian had not heard the new 5th year speak a single word. He was starting to seriously consider if she was mute. She was quite the conundrum though. Despite not speaking, she certainly came off quite snobbish and condescending. Each time she caught someone’s eyes meeting hers, she would scowl and then look away. As though she were too good to be around the likes of us. Quite the superiority complex given that she could barely cast a spell.
The first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Hecat had put the two of them against each other for a friendly duel. He had teased her as he walked by. She didn’t respond but rolled her eyes. As they faced off, he decided to be a gentleman and allowed her a moment to try to get in the first spell. Her basic cast was so poorly aimed, she was more likely to hit Prewett than himself. When he in turn cast his basic spell, she barely dodged and, instead of casting Protego, just dropped herself to the ground. Hecat quickly put an end to the practice duel, realizing that the new 5th year was in over her head.
“How can someone so stupid think she’s better than us?” Imelda complained loudly at dinner one night.
Ominis snorted lightly next to Sebastian. All of his opinions of the new girl came entirely from hearing others speak about her – given that he had heard nothing from her himself.
“She sounds about as pleasant as my family,” he mused. “Glad she’s not in Slytherin. Let the Ravenclaw’s be punished. She must fit in there– they’re a rather snobby bunch themselves.”
Sebastian glanced over at the Ravenclaw table, checking to see whether the Ravenclaw’s had warmed up to her abrasive behavior. As he expected – she was sitting alone, several seats away from the nearest person, and reading a book.
“Looks like they don’t want her either,” Sebastian responded. Ominis hmphed and went back to eating.
“I don’t even know how she ended up in Ravenclaw. She can’t do anything right! Then again, I guess no house would really want her,” Imelda continued her rant.
Meanwhile, Sebastian kept watching the new girl. And for the first time, he saw a different sort of look come across her face. It was one he recognized immediately, for he also felt it with more and more frequency since Anne was cursed. She looked down forlornly, as though she had no hope left in this world.
Perplexed, he wondered if maybe she was simply reading a sad book. It was nice to see she had an empathic side to her – not that anyone around her had the benefit of experiencing it.
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“Mr. Sallow, its your lucky day!” Professor Weasley said after telling me to stay after class. “Our new student Eleanor Porter is in need of supplies from Hogsmeade. I know you have a detention you need to serve, and I thought you would be a good option to take her.”
Sebastian was staggered. He knew he had a way with professors, but he had never imagined being offered a trade-off like this. Imagine – Hogsmeade instead of polishing all the trophies in the Trophy Room!
“Absolutely. I’ll be glad to take Porter for her supplies.” Sure, she was unpleasant, but she also didn’t talk so how bad could it really be? He would much prefer wandering the village than inhaling the smell of polish for a 2nd night in a row.
Just a few hours later found Sebastian waiting by the door at the entranceway. The new girl finally deigned herself to show up after 30 minutes of him standing around. She stood in front of him, arms crossed.
“Well then, shall we?” He offered her, knowing full well she wouldn’t be responding, and led the way through the doors.
Thankfully the weather was pleasant – bright blue sky, just enough clouds, and nice and warm. A great day for making it out to the village. He tried to pretend that the new girl wasn’t just a couple of steps behind him, but there was a tenseness in the air that didn’t allow him to forget.
It was with great relief that they split up once reaching the village. It was like a breath of fresh air to finally be free of her and get some time to enjoy himself. He hoped she wouldn’t get too lost, but honestly couldn’t really be bothered to care.
It was with building dread as the declared meet up time approached and he wandered to the center of town. She actually made it back punctually and stood there, awaiting his next direction. He was just about to open his mouth to tell her they needed to head back to the castle, when an earthquake started. Wait an earthquake? In Hogsmeade?
Quickly, he saw, to his extreme horror, the source of said earthquake. A massive troll was making its way through the village. He heard the new girl gasp beside him and grasp his arm. Thankfully the local Auror and some townspeople managed to lead it away.
The girl had just dropped her hand from his arm when the vibration started up again.
“Another troll?” he gasped. What was even going on?!
Unfortunately, this troll was heading (with great determination) straight to him and Porter.
“Oh fu-“ he had just managed to begin, before he found himself being pushed hard. He landed on the ground in shock and looked up just in time to see the new girl flying several feet away into a stack of boxes.
Did…did she push him out of the way? To save him?
Realizing they didn’t have the benefit of time to delay, he jumped to his feet and began casting as many offensive spells as he could think of. The troll, obviously, was not appreciating being set on fire repeatedly, and made to swing his giant bat at him.
“Sebastian!” he heard a voice cry out in alarm and fear.
Before he even had a chance to work out who had yelled his name, a lightning bolt came down from the sky and turned the troll into ash.
Stunned, Sebastian stood there just staring at the pile of ash. Part of him wondered if he had been hit by the bat, and was now dreaming. He had never seen or heard of a spell do something like that. Looking around dazed, his eyes found new girl standing among the pile of now broken boxes. She was also staring at the ash in complete shock and horror, her wand out as if in the middle of casting a spell.
“Did – did you do that?” Sebastian asked aghast at this turn of events.
She met his eyes and slowly nodded, seemingly trying to process what had just happened.
“Wait… it was you that called out my name!” Sebastian suddenly realized. “You can talk then!”
Porter’s mouth curved up a bit. It was the friendliest he had ever seen her look. “I can talk, yes.”
Sebastian took his head in his hands. This was the weirdest day he had experienced in a long time. Maybe he really had gotten knocked out by that bat.
“I think I need a butterbeer,” he groaned. “Come on. Let’s get you to the Three Broomsticks and you can tell me about this crazy spell of yours.”
Porter bit her lip and wrapped her arms around herself as they walked.
Openly watching her, Sebastian had a sudden epiphany. She was crossing her arms in a defensive manner. Like she was protecting herself from his potential ire. Thinking back to earlier when she greeted him with the same stance, he could now see it was the same. As though she expected his ridicule, and wanted to protect herself from it.
“So, why is this the first time I’ve heard you talk then?” He wanted answers to her rather odd behaviors now that he realized that perhaps she was not quite as rude as he believed.
Porter glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, before looking away again. “I…don’t always feel comfortable talking.”
That was hardly a satisfactory answer, but then he figured he hadn’t done anything to make her want to be open with him. He certainly hadn’t made an effort to talk to her, and instead he led them in silence for the entire walk from the castle.
Figuring the best way to learn about her was to finally talk to her like a proper friend, he decided to just open his mouth and ramble. He talked about the school, his sister, his friends, his favorite spells, and more. He was talking so much that he hadn’t even realized they had been sitting outside of the bar on a bench for at least 2 hours now.
Porter, to her credit, didn’t seem annoyed in the least bit. She listened and asked questions, eager to learn more about the magical world that she was now a part of.
Hoping that perhaps he had managed to make her more comfortable with him, he tried again to ask her a question about herself. “Where are you from?”
Porter grimaced and looked at the ground. “I was in an all-girls boarding school in London. I didn’t know anything about magic until Professor Fig came and brought me the letter from Hogwarts. I still don’t understand it... my father doesn’t have any magic. I don’t know much about my mum though. I guess maybe she had some magic?” she shrugged.
Well that did certainly explain her lack of experience with casting spells. Imagine not knowing anything about magic and then being forced to skip four years of magical education!
“Did you like the school?” he asked, wondering if she fit in better with muggles. Maybe that was the reason she was having a hard time talking with her magical peers?
She shook her head. “No, not at all.”
Intrigued despite himself, he pushed. “Why not?”
Porter looked hesitantly at him before letting out a deep sigh. “I guess I have nothing left to lose by admitting this. Everyone at Hogwarts thinks poorly of me already….” She looked sadly in the distance. Sebastian couldn’t even deny the truth of her words.
“I’ve always been the misfit my whole life. My family hated me and sent me away as soon as they could. It was a relief for awhile to be away from them. They always told me I was stupid… that I couldn’t do anything right. I thought they were wrong. After all, I knew how to read and do maths. I can play a piano. Surely I couldn’t be that stupid? But then at school it was the same… I would get so anxious when called on to read in class or come up to the board. I couldn’t remember anything. Id stutter when trying to read. I couldn’t even tell you the time when looking at a clock. Soon, I realized that my family was right. And the teachers and other classmates were right. I am stupid and pathetic. I don’t know how to talk to people. And if someone was nice to me, it always turned out to be a joke. Like they thought the idea of being my friend was funny.” She paused, staring at the passing clouds overhead.
“I had hoped for Hogwarts to be different. That maybe I finally could fit in somewhere. But as soon as I walked into the castle, I realized how wrong I was. I was surrounded by people who knew magic for years and years. I knew I was unworthy to even be there, to take up space among you all. I figured it was best to just… let myself blend in with the surroundings. Try not to draw attention to myself. Yet, it seems all I do now is get the attention of everyone. It makes me nervous…and I hoped that by seeming angry that people would want to avoid me. That they could somehow see that I knew I wasn’t good enough, and I just wanted to be left alone. But that backfired…” her voice quieted.
Sensing that she was done talking, he took a minute to process her confession. By how much she shared, it was clear she had needed to get her thoughts and feelings off her chest for a long time now.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said. Though he knew she had put up strong shields, he wished he had somehow known to look through them. Clearly the girl needed a real friend.
“I know what you mean about your family not liking you. I live with my uncle and he reminds me constantly what a disappointment I am. I think he must have something against my father. He loves to compare me to him as though it’s an insult.” Sebastian huffed in aggravation at the very thought.
Eleanor looked at him with empathy. It was nice, Sebastian realized, to have someone to talk to who understood.
“I’m sorry,” she offered back.
Sebastian, to both of their surprise, grabbed her hand. “I know it must be intimidating to come in so late. But this isn’t like your last school. Sure, there are some bullies around here. But there are a lot of nice people as well. I’m sure if you give everyone a chance, you’ll be pleasantly surprised. I can start by introducing you to some of our classmates. I’m certain Natty Onai would love to meet you. She came here just a year ago.”
He watched hope come into Eleanor’s eyes. “You don’t think its too late?” she bit her lip.
Sebastian shrugged. “Only one way to find out. And no matter what they think, you’ll still have me.”
Eleanor threw her arms around Sebastian in an enthusiastic hug. “Thank you,” she murmured against him.
Blushing furiously and having no idea what to do, Sebastian patted her back awkwardly.
Coughing (or choking), Sebastian slowly pulled away from her. “Now then, I think its time we introduce you to the world of butterbeer.”
He led her into the bar where Sirona enthusiastically greeted the new student. He watched Eleanor as she smiled shyly at the woman, and began small talk with her. Sebastian jumped into the conversation and soon the three of them were talking as though they had known one another for years.
Its funny, he mused to himself, as he and Eleanor were walking back to the castle that evening, chattering on and on about the most random of topics. He dreaded her presence and now he was actively reveling in it. Their incident with the troll and then their fun evening at the Three Broomsticks forged a connection between them. And he was glad for it. His new friend felt like the companion he had been missing, a missing piece of his puzzle that was now reunited.
Perhaps he should show her the Undercroft? Then they could spend more time together and he could help tutor her in order to catch up. And perhaps in turn, she would show him how she demolished that troll…
He turned back to Eleanor, and they exchanged a bashful smile with one another, clasped hands swinging in the air between them.
Yes, perhaps this school year wouldn’t be as boring as he thought.
I’ve been thinking about writing a fic where Sebastian goes along with MC back to her home to meet her Muggle parents (because she’s canonically muggle born no? It’s why she took so long to enroll in Hogwarts? Or am I the only one that came to that conclusion?) but I never posted anything, so this is my promise to you all that I will try my absolute best to write something enjoyable 🙏.
Also I have no idea how long it’ll take because my anxious ass will probably proof-read it 50 million times, BUT THE FIC WILL BE BAKED.
SPOILERS FOR THE “IN THE SHADOW OF THE MOUNTAIN” QUEST OF HOGWARTS LEGACY DOWN BELOW 👇
So, I just finished this quest today and I REALLY had to write this ramble to get this off my mind.
The Hogwarts Legacy writing team really missed on Sebastian’s line after the last triptych quest by making his line “If not for me, than for Anne” instead of “If not for Anne, then for me.” because, let’s be honest:
All this time, us helping Seb find a cure was based on the fact that we were only helping because it mattered to him, he’s our friend and we don’t want to see our friend be hurt by the loss of his sibling, so why would he tell us to do it for Anne instead of him?
Also it would give him so much more depth, because to us he is a friend, but what about on his end? Does he fully consider us his friend or does he stick around because we conveniently have and ability that can help Anne, thus giving to him all he’s wanted since she got sick?
Anyways Portkey Games please hire me already for character story writing, thank you very much.
guys the first scene of the fic is done im exciteddd
I’ve been thinking about writing a fic where Sebastian goes along with MC back to her home to meet her Muggle parents (because she’s canonically muggle born no? It’s why she took so long to enroll in Hogwarts? Or am I the only one that came to that conclusion?) but I never posted anything, so this is my promise to you all that I will try my absolute best to write something enjoyable 🙏.
Also I have no idea how long it’ll take because my anxious ass will probably proof-read it 50 million times, BUT THE FIC WILL BE BAKED.
Just finished the “In the Shadow of the Relic” quest in Hogwarts Legacy and oh my god this game is my new roman empire 😭
NATTY JUST SAVED ME OMG? I need a friend like Natty fr ☹️ Cause none my friends would do that for me ngl
Guys I think I jinxed it 😓
Professor Fig is literally my father figure
wdym i have to be level THIRTY FOUR to go to the house cup bruh 😭😭😭😭 at least im level 29 already
Hi guys!!! Can anyone help me, I can’t remember who made this ⬇️ HL MC chart and I really wanna use it but I wanna tag the creator pls sos 🆘🆘
I remember how I used to think that thing in books, “saying something out loud when thinking you thought it to yourself trope”, was so fake, and then I did myself…. in front of other people, it was awful.
SPOILERS FOR THE “MINDING YOUR OWN BUSINESS” SIDE QUEST BELOW 👇
I think it’s funny that everyone was probably wondering where the hell my MC Ellise had gotten to, including her brother, and then she was just serving cunt trying to get out of a scam of death while completely mogging a poltergeist.
Everyone: “Where did Ellise go this time? I hope she’s ok.”
Ellise, after just falling for a trap that just might get her killed:
IM IN A WRITING SLUMP OMG IM GONNA GO INSANE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I’ve been thinking about writing a fic where Sebastian goes along with MC back to her home to meet her Muggle parents (because she’s canonically muggle born no? It’s why she took so long to enroll in Hogwarts? Or am I the only one that came to that conclusion?) but I never posted anything, so this is my promise to you all that I will try my absolute best to write something enjoyable 🙏.
Also I have no idea how long it’ll take because my anxious ass will probably proof-read it 50 million times, BUT THE FIC WILL BE BAKED.
the apparition (prologue) - hogwarts legacy fic (s.s)
title inspired on the apparition, by sleep token
summary: An old family friend arrives on the Villin household with strange but intriguing news, and an undoubtly helpful preposition for the 15 year old set of twins whom hold something ancient and unknown within them.
cw: 1.2K words, hogwarts legacy fanfiction, female MC, sebastian sallow x female!MC, poppy sweeting x male!MC, muggle raised MCs, eventual pining & romance, eventual fluff & angst, minimal lore alterations, dialogue alterations, added events, sebastian sallow x seer!MC, will definitely add more as the chapters go on.
a/n: ahhh I honestly can't believe I'm posting this (after revising it three solid times, having second thoughts and realizing it’s super long), this has been in my drafts since I finished the game, writing the prologue (and half of the first chapter 🤫) has been so fun up until now and I really, REALLY hope you enjoy this, and my silly OCs.
-xxx, lola <3.
A dream, the same one as always.
A roar of an animal, falling, nausea, abandoned ruins, white flashes of light.
A snake, a brunette, a mysterious task, four portraits, a cure for an illness, bright red, pain.
Brown eyes, they feel like home, now they’re melancholic, a sadness which is hidden behind books and wittiness, something dark, corruption.
An owl, a tomb, a green explosion, regret.
An important fight, the fate of the world, death.
Light summer rain tapped on the window as Ellise awoke with a start, she rubbed her temples and gazed over to the bed on the other side of the room. Her brother, Aiden, was still asleep whilst the low light that got through the curtains reflected softly off his freckled features and silvery hair, he snored lightly.
As she pushed her quilt over to the side, muffled conversations could be heard coming from the other side of the door - intriguing - people rarely visited them, a widowed woman with twins to raise alone, townsfolk saw it as bad omen, or just sheer misfortune.
The girl quickly changed her clothes and brushed her disheveled silver hair, pining half of it up in an acceptable updo. She creaked the door open, careful not to disrupt the chattery voices nor wake her brother from his slumber and walked over to the top of the stairs.
“Jasmine tea! One of my favorite blends, thank you for your hospitality, Abigail." An unknown voice echoed through the halls of the Villin home, her mother chuckled softly.
"Don't mention it, Fig. You were Rick’s friend, that makes you a friend of mine." Rick. Richard Villin, this mysterious man was her father’s friend?
Ellise never knew much about her father, he died when she and her brother we’re a really young, her mother refrained from talking about him, it never seemed as if she didn’t want to, it felt like she couldn’t.
“Eavesdropping again, Leesie?” She snapped her head back at her bedroom door, squealing softly “You know mom doesn’t like it when you do that.”
“Bloody hell, Aiden! And you need to stop creeping up on people.” She bit back at him.
“That’s not polite for a lady, Leesie.”
“I’m glad you’re both dressed and awake!” They froze, both their mouths clamping shut “We have a visitor, and he’s here to see you two.”
The tread down the flight of stairs was rather awkward for the twins, their mother right behind their tracks ushering them forward to meet the mysterious man. He was sat on the kitchen table, nestling a tea cup between his hands. His gaze quickly flicked towards the fifteen year olds and he swiftly got up from his chair.
“Ah! I’m glad you’re both here at last, pleasure to meet you.” He gave them a soft smile while shaking both their hands “I’m Eleazar Fig, I was an old friend of your father’s.”
“Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Fig.” Aiden answered on their behalf, his sister nodding in acknowledgement.
“Fig is here to talk to you both about important matters, I’ll be taking care of the chores in the kitchen to give you some privacy.” Their mother walked over to the archway opposite to the table “Make sure to show him hospitality, and tell him about last week’s event.” She reprimanded softly as Aiden gulped, Ellise chuckled.
Both of the twins sat down at the table, Fig sitting opposite to them both, he cleared his throat. “Last week’s event?” He arches an eyebrow, Aiden looked away from him, a rather embarrassed expression plastered on his face.
“Well Aiden was quarreling with the Jones’ boy, they live just down the street from here.” Ellise signaled with her hand “And when me and mom got there he was staring him down while the poor kid floated, we still have no idea how that happened.”
“Well, you’re both wizards! That’s why.” Fig said, baffled at their confusion, to him they took after their father, after all. Did Abigail not tell them anything beforehand? “Although, rather late bloomers if you were to ask me.”
To say Ellise’s eyes were as big as dinner plates was an understatement, Aiden just laughed at the man’s face, much to their mother’s distaste “For God’s sake! Wizards? You can’t be earnest sir.”
“Your mother didn’t tell you anything?” Eleazar asked “After all, I came to deliver your acceptance letters from Hogwarts.”
“I don’t mean to be rude sir.” Ellise stated “But what even is a ‘Hogwarts’?”
“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it’s where you’re both supposed to study next term.” Fig said calmly “Usually wizarding children show magic at one and ten, but you’ve only showed signs of witchcraft this year, so you’re both quite late bloomers.”
Is this why both of them didn’t fit in with the other kids in their borough? Ellise could only wonder. She always knew something was different about them, but could never figure out what exactly it was. Sure, an unknown man telling her and Aiden that they possessed “magical abilities” was nothing far from odd.
“You said children show magic at one and ten?” She asked, the man nodded “Wouldn’t that mean we’re rather far behind in- Well this sounds weird, magical studies?”
“Leesie, you’re actually taking this seriously!?” Aiden questioned, rather harshly for her liking.
“Well Aiden, it’s not my fault as if it seemed you made the Jones’ kid float around and about!” She snapped at him.
“Stop arguing!” Abigail’s head popped out of the archway as she reprimanded the both of them.
Aiden frowned and looked away from his sister, Ellise looked at her lap as she fidgeted with her hands. Fig took the opportunity to slide two letters over the table and towards the pair.
“Those are your acceptance letters from Hogwarts, you better skim them over.” He commented “And yes Ellise, you’re quite behind other kids your age, but that’s why I’m here too. Magic outside school is strictly forbidden for underage wizards, but the Ministry asked me to come teach you the basics and escort you both to school for the beginning of term.”
“So we have a month to catch up on what?” Aiden scoffed “Four years worth of knowledge?”
“Precisely.” Fig grinned “Although, you’ll have to use the second hand wands that were lended to me, let’s hope that won’t be an issue.”
“When do we start?” Ellise exclaimed. In other circumstances she would’ve found her impulsive question quite rude, but in this moment she didn’t care to hide her bubbling excitement. Aiden couldn’t help but still look apprehensive as he skimmed over his now opened letter.
“We can start today if you’d like.” Fig couldn’t manage to hide his matching excitement, they could tell he looked forward to teaching “Well, if your mother wouldn’t mind it, that is.”
“Oh, I’m quite sure she wouldn’t mind a day of freedom from our bickering.” Aiden stated, lightly shouldering his sister, whom gave her a soft smile in return.
They surely had a busy summer ahead of them, Ellise couldn’t help the excitement bubbling up in her chest, she was looking forward to this new reality.
a/n: ah yes, the famous “post and run”🏃♀️
-> chapter one
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Wake up babe fic dropped on Wattpad and AO3 (ongoing)
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the apparition - hogwarts legacy fanfic (s.s)
title inspired on the apparition by sleep token
• chapter one - the dire journey
summary: After arduous magic lessons during the summer, it’s finally time for Fig to escort the twins to Hogwarts for the new beginning of term in the school, but a sudden twist of events turn the journey for the worst.
cw: 5,5k words, MENTIONS OF DEATH, hogwarts legacy fanfiction, female MC, sebastian sallow x female!MC, poppy sweeting x male!MC, muggle raised MCs, eventual pining & romance, eventual fluff & angst, minimal lore alterations, dialogue alterations, added events, sebastian sallow x seer!MC, will definitely add more as the chapters go on.
a/n: thank you all for the support on the prologue!! now the fun is really getting started 😉 enjoy!
- xxx lola
prologue - one - two
Something was different this time.
It was the roar of an animal, but it was loud, louder than Ellise’s usual dream, reverberating in her brain. She saw a red glow of magic but couldn’t figure out where it came from.
She knew something was wrong, in her gut there was a feeling she couldn’t figure out, but she was certain of one thing - this was not a mere dream.
A strong jaw with big, terrifying sets of teeth closed on her.
Aiden’s eyes snapped towards Ellise as she awoke with a start, the usual now. She must’ve fallen asleep at some point during the carriage ride, the steady flying of the vehicle rocking her into a light slumber.
She was glad she didn’t accidentally lay her head on their sudden acquaintance’s shoulder, George Osric. The high-ranking Ministry of Magic official surprised them, asking to accompany them on the journey with “urgent matters” to discuss with Fig.
He sat beside Ellise, opposite her brother and her professor, they talked about the newest journal rumour - sources mentioned a goblin, Ranrok, posing as a looming threat to the wizarding world.
“It was your wife, Eleazar, who alerted me to his activities months ago.” George said softly as Fig’s brows wound tight together.
“Miriam? How?” The professor questioned.
“She wrote to me about Ranrok before she died - wondering what the Ministry knew of the extent of his activities” George sighed “Before I could respond. I received this. It was the last thing she sent me.”
The official grabbed a cylinder-shaped container from his bag. As Aiden looked out the window, Ellise studied the mysterious object residing in George’s hands. It had a stonish-esque pattern on its exterior and the intricate pattern carved into its front resembled an intricate swirling flame.
“It came to me via her owl.” He continued “But with no correspondence, I can only assume-“
“-That she had to get rid of it quickly to keep it safe.” Fig cut him off, grabbing the artefact to look closely at it.
“Presumably from Ranrok.” George commented “I cannot open it. Whatever magic protects this is powerful indeed.”
“It looks like goblin metal, George.” Eleazar inspected “That symbol-“
“What’s that glow?” Ellise interrupted, piquing her brother’s interest, who also stopped to take a look at the artefact.
“I don’t see a glow.” Fig said, confused.
“Nor do I.” George agreed.
The professor then passed the cylinder onto Ellise’s hands, she noted it wasn’t as heavy as she thought it would be and the metal felt cold and sturdy.
“I see the glow too.” Aiden commented, “I can hear a sound coming from it.”
Suddenly, a click was heard and the small frontal opening of the artefact was unlatched, revealing an intricate key posing of the same design which was carved onto the cylinder.
“Merlin’s beard! How did you do that?” George asked surprised.
Ellise reached for the key inside the container, just to be stopped by her professor’s word of caution.
“Wait! We do not know what-“
A roar of an animal.
Everything happened quickly, too quickly. Aiden’s head snapped to the side as he saw something approaching from the corner of his eye.
“Leesie, look out!” He pulled his sister towards him without even thinking twice, just fast enough to avoid her being taken along with George as a dragon gnawed on their half of the carriage, breaking it off and dragging the man away.
One of her legs dangled from the new sudden opening made into the carriage as her brother held onto her as tight as he could, preventing her from falling like the artefact that fell from her hands towards the clouds that painted the morning sky. They watched with horror as the dragon held the other half of the vehicle in his mouth, suddenly chomping down on it, crumbling all its remains and, consequently, George.
Ellise turned her head over to the front of the carriage and saw the coachman urging the now visible thestrals forward as he tried to get them away from the angry winged beast. Aiden saw the dragon open its mouth and a fiery glow burned in the back of its throat as he urged for them.
“Jump!” Fig yelled over the hiss of the wind as he pulled both of them forward, jumping off the carriage as the dragon spit fire towards it.
Falling.
They were falling at rapid speed as Fig swam across the air, trying to reach for the mysterious key which fell out of the cylinder container, the twins held tight onto each other, the icy wind feeling like blades cutting their faces.
“Give me your hand!” Fig warned Aiden, who tightened his hold on his sister with one arm and held onto the professor with the other. “Accio!” The key flew towards Eleazar’s hand.
Nausea.
Ellise hit the solid ground with a thud, pain shooting from her side. Her brother quickly got up, anxiously scanning their surroundings, it seemed as if they were in some sort of cave.
“Are you both alright?” Fig asked worriedly as he got up as well “You’re hurt Miss Villin.”
“Perhaps a bit.” The girl said as her brother's worried gaze found her once again. “I must’ve hurt my leg in the fall.”
“Take this. It's a Wiggenweld potion.” The professor said as he uncorked and handed the girl a vial with a green liquid in it. “That stuff’ll right you in a second.”
Unfortunately, Ellise sniffed the potion before drinking it, the smell reeking of mucus mixed with a berry-ish scent, which only worsened her nausea from the sudden Apparating trip. Without thinking too much, she downed the contents of the vial in one big gulp, fortunately feeling immediate pain relief.
“What happened?” Aiden asked as he helped his sister get up from the floor, keeping close by in case she toppled and fell over.
“Poor George- I can’t believe he-“ Fig sighed, one of his hands brushing through his dishevelled ash hair. “What the hell got into that damned thing?! Attacking a carriage mid-air? A typical dragon would never!”
“Professor?” Aiden questioned “Sir- Where are we?”
“I’m not sure, but that key Ellise discovered was clearly a Portkey.”
“A Portkey?” Ellise asked, confused.
“An item enchanted to bring anyone who touches it to a specific place.” The professor explained.
“I’m feeling better, sir- If you’d like us to look around a bit.” Ellise said, the pain in her leg had immensely subdued and she felt as if she could certainly walk normally now.
“I would, but stay close, both of you.” He urged them forward, towards the opening of the cave “We’ve no idea who created this Portkey- or why.”
Aiden kept close beside Ellise as she followed Fig out of the mysterious cave, which led to a bright open area, it seemed the hole was on the side of an island and miles of sea were all that could be seen besides-
Abandoned ruins. Just like the ones in Ellise’s dream. She couldn’t help but question what in the world was going on, why did she dream about these things countless times before?
“How far did that Portkey take us, professor?” She questioned, shielding her eyes from the rapid wind that blew her hair.
“Farther from London than the carriage travelled.” He asserted “We’re somewhere in the Scottish Highlands.”
“Do you think we were supposed to be sent to those ruins up ahead?” Aiden pointed, catching Fig’s attention.
“I do.” Fig asserted “This has not been the day any of us expected. But Miriam sent that Portkey to George for a reason, and I believe they died in pursuit of what it was meant to lead to.” He paused, both twins listening intently to his words.
“If you both are sure you’re alright and wouldn’t mind indulging me- I’d like to have a look around.”
Aiden eyed Ellise carefully, he figured it’d be best for her to choose since she was the one hurt in the first place. She met his eye with understanding and gave him a small nod.
“Absolutely, sir.”
“Good!” He didn’t hide his excitement “Let’s see if we can find a path- however faded it may be.”
Along the mountain's edge, Ellise minded her step not to trip in their rigged path. The wind bled through her coat, making her shiver slightly.
“Where do you suppose your wife got the Portkey?” Aiden asked, both of them walked just ahead of her, engaged in conversation.
They soon found out Miriam spent years looking for signs of another form of magic, a rather ancient one which was long forgotten since its prime. This magic could only be wielded by a rare few people, who seemed to have been lost to time. Eleazar presumed his wife’s research led her to the Portkey, which certainly played a big part in it.
The path flowed downwards and upwards, leading them to do some climbing and jumping, which was something none of them imagined would be required today.
They reached a dead end, a wall which looked as if made of ice blocking them from pushing forward. The professor saw it as a learning opportunity- as he saw most things -and told them to use the, in Ellise’s opinion, overly practised, basic wand cast to break the wall. That task was no hard feat for the twins, who quickly brought down the wall and kept going forward once again.
“We’re close now.” Fig encouraged “It’s just ahead.”
As they reached a fully open area, the wind seemed stronger than before, the twins having to steady themselves to not be blown away. The bridge that led to the ruins seemed to be broken, but it was fixed with a quick ‘Reparo’ from Fig himself. Finally, they had reached the ruins, each of them going off in one direction to find clues about the creator of the Portkey quickly.
“Lessie! Professor Fig!” Aiden called from the back of the ruins
As she arrived, the girl saw a weirdly transparent wall, which seemed to have a room behind it, the same glow from the cylinder container emanating from it. They got closer to it.
“An enchanted wall?” Ellise questioned, “But what’s that room behind it?”
“Room? What room?” Fig asked, confused.
They all exchanged sceptical looks before reaching out to the wall, as they came in contact with it their surroundings seemed to change, they were now inside the mysterious room.
“What in Merlin’s name?!” Fig exclaimed.
“Where are we?” Aiden asked.
To say they were tired of being suddenly teleported was an understatement, this was enough teletransportation for their whole year already. They seemed to be in some sort of lobby, a snoring figure lying down at some sort of reception desk.
“Hello?” Ellise said as she carefully approached the desk. The figure didn’t bulge, Fig cleared his throat in an attempt to wake it.
The figure awoke with a startled yell, now the twins could make out that it was a goblin given his pointy ears and black sclera eyes, his nose was big and round and his nails were as long as they could be grown out. He blinked, confused, and suddenly his eyes popped out at the sight of the people in front of his desk.
“It can’t be.” He exclaimed, Fig and his students just looked at him with arched eyebrows “Ah, just a moment.”
The goblin turned around as he mumbled to himself, getting down from the place he sat in to go around the tall desk.
“Welcome to Gringotts Wizarding Bank.” He said with a bow “Vault number twelve, I presume?”
Ellise looked around the fancy lobby once more, Gringotts? Why would they be in a bank?
“Precisely.” Fig disguised his confusion quickly.
“The key?” The goblin said as he presented his hand, waiting for the item to be given to him. The professor just looked at him, confused once more.
“Your wife’s Portkey.” Aiden whispered as he nudged the man.
“Yes, of course” Fig took the key out of his pocket, placing it in the goblin’s big hand.
“This way then.”
They followed the goblin towards what looked like a train platform that had wide rails in front of it, the creature whistled a tune and a cart came quickly, stopping with a half right in front of the group.
“After you.” The goblin signalled for them to sit down.
Aiden would’ve rathered Apparating a million times before having to ride this hellish cart again. As he focused on the path ahead to not throw up his breakfast, Ellise admired the length of the tunnels of the bank, the cart bringing them lower and lower into the ground as the minutes passed, it tossed and turned and she noticed her brother was more pale than usual, the water from the waterfall that cleanses enchantments only making his sickness worsen as his clothes were clinging onto him.
The goblin explained how the vault was commissioned shortly after Gringotts was founded, so it resided in the lowest part of the bank, a long ride ahead of them.
After quite some time, the cart stopped to a halt after a goblin security guard on a platform signalled for them to break.
“Vault number?” His voice was deep and dry, the group could tell he wasn’t as nice as the goblin that was guiding them.
“Vault twelve!” The nice goblin answered “Momentous day!”
The guard goblin groaned.
“On your way.”
As he signalled the path ahead with his long hand, Ellise, who was right in front of him, noticed he had a band on his arm which had the same red glow of the collar the dragon that attacked them wore, she eyed their professor apprehensively as the cart took off again, to Aiden’s displeasure. The girl quietly nudged Fig, who questioned her with a soft hum, she quietly told him about the glow of the band.
“Like the glow you saw on the Portkey container?” He asked
“No, darker. I saw that glow on the dragon’s collar.” She whispered, worried.
“What was that?” The nice goblin interrupted them, Fig asked about the guard.
The goblin told them that the grumpy guard watched over the eldest section of the bank, but rarely anyone went there anymore. Ellise and Aiden looked at themselves over the cart with an alarmed gaze.
With a few more tosses and turns, the cart came to a final stop, and Aiden already took it as a prize that he managed to keep the contents of his stomach on the inside. They got up from their seats and followed the goblin towards on single door on the furthest wall in front of the rails.
The goblin grabbed the key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole of the heavy metal door, he turned it and the heavy metal locks groaned and they unlocked themselves. The goblin stood aside to let them get through the now-opened passage, and the group thanked him as they stepped into a short candle-lit stone hallway.
“What do you suppose we should be looking for?” Ellise asked as she looked around their new surroundings.
“I’m not sure.” Fig said as he turned towards the goblin who was now standing in the doorway “Sir, I wonder if you might-”
“The instructions for vault twelve indicate that I am to grant access to the holder of the key - and then close the door.” He said with a smile, signalling with his hand and, in a swift motion, locking them in the room. “Best of luck!”
“Great.” Aiden complained “Professor?”
Fig didn’t hide his surprise, they certainly weren’t expecting to be locked in an unknown vault for God knows how long.
“Revelio might help us here.” The professor rubbed his chin “A revealing charm, no time like the present, ready your wands.”
They both raised their second-hand wands and copied Fig as he showed them the movement of the spell. As they cast revelio, a door appeared on the other end of the small hallway, it had the same blue glow as the container of the Portkey and they got closer to inspect it.
As the twins touched the door, the corridor around them vanished and they found themselves in a vast, dark room.
White flashes of light
That’s all Ellise and Aiden had seen for the past 30 minutes, which felt more like hours of their lives. They had to battle knights, a safety matter, the boy presumed, and amidst the chaos they lost their professor, having to battle on their own.
Short of breath, they crossed a portal that led to a room full of grandeur with a basin in the middle of it. If the day hadn't already been weird enough, there was a small vial floating above said basin, they approached it and Ellise reached for the weird container and took it. The door at the far end of the room opened and luckily Fig was just behind it, looking confused.
“There you are!” Fig looked around the room “How did you-? What is this place?”
“I don’t know.” Ellise sighed as they approached him “But we found this floating above that basin.” She showed him the vial.
Professor Fig took a closer look at the said basin curiously “That is no mere ‘basin’. That is a Pensieve - for viewing memories.”
Ellise handed the vial to him and he opened it “I wonder-“ He tipped the container over the basin, a glowing liquid falling from it swiftly and making the water below it swirl with black.
“Follow my lead.” He put the upper half of his face in the murky water.
Ellise looked at her brother, confused, he just shrugged at her “I guess we have no choice.” He chuckled and dipped his head in as well. The girl took a deep breath and followed.
Ellise saw the room they were in, but it was like watching it from behind a foggy glass. A man resided in the middle, he looked a little past Fig’s age and swished his wand around as he finished building the room, the same blue glow the twins saw earlier enveloped the pillars he conjured. The girl noticed another man was on the other end of the room, seemingly helping with the room’s architecture, although he was quite shorter and fuller than the other man.
They approached each other close to the Pensieve “All is in place.” The shorter one said.
“The Portkey is well hidden?” The tall one questioned.
“Perhaps too well, I wonder if the path we created-“
“May be impossible to follow?” The tall wizard completed his mate's sentence ”It will only be impossible for one who cannot see traces of ancient magic - as I can.”
“Your ability to see what others cannot will not be enough, Percival.” Percival, that was the tall wizard’s name, Ellise made sure to keep it in mind as the memory unfolded. “We are entrusting the one who embarks on this path with powerful secrets - with knowledge others will do anything to obtain.”
“Yes, and if we are correct, Charles, the person who completes the trials will have proven themselves worthy of the knowledge and the responsibility that accompanies it.” Percival said, final.
“We’ve done all we can.” Charles agreed.
They both gazed at the far wall for a second. Then, Percival placed the tip of his wand to his temple as he pulled out the string of glowing magic that was poured onto the Pensieve.
The memory ended and they all pulled out their heads from the water of the basin. “That’s what you’re seeing?” Fig questioned “The glow that surrounded them?”
“Yes Sir.” Aiden answered “That blue glow.”
“Can we see magic?” Ellise asked, puzzled.
“Traces of ancient magic, to be precise. The magic that Miriam had always believed existed but could never-“ The professor trailed off “Miriam, and perhaps George, died in pursuit of knowledge that has been dormant for centuries - And you both, it seems, are the key to understanding why. We wou-“
They heard the voice from the nice goblin banker coming from the other side of the door, accompanied by heavy metal footsteps “It all looks rather different than it did a moment ago.” He chuckled awkwardly.
“Someone’s coming.” Fig warned, turning towards the door.
“Who were they?” A deep voice asked
“I don’t know - but sir, you shouldn’t be in here.” The nice goblin insisted.
The door opened, a red glow coming from the other side. Ranrok. He walked in front, a rookie and the grumpy guard beside him, the nice goblin followed frantically after them “I was right.” Ranrok said in a menacing tone.
“Ranrok.” Fig spat at him, anger evident in his voice.
“Seems my reputation precedes me. I was beginning to think no one was ever going to visit Rackham’s vault.”
“And why are you here?” The professor pulled out his wand, and the twins followed, pointing them at the goblin.
“No need for that.” He put out his hand urging them to stop “Just give me whatever it is you found here and we can let bygones be bygones.”
They all stared each other down with icy gazes, the nice goblin placed a long hand on Ranrok’s shoulder “Sir, they had the key to the vault.”
“Choose your next words wisely.” Ranrok warned as he side-eyed him.
“- I only meant that the instructions for vault twelve were quite clear.” He said carefully and fisted his hand to his sides “Sir, I must insist. I was to grant access only to one with the key. And you didn’t have-“
With a flash of red, Ranrok levitated the nice goblin banker with an angry grunt. He held him in the air for a second before descending him towards the ground with full force. The goblin’s spine snapped with an audible ‘crack’, making Ellise let out a trembling breath as her brother stepped a little bit more in front of her protectively.
“I have no patience for traitors.” The goblin said, his gaze snapping back to them “Now, where were we?”
“I’m not giving you anything.” Fig barked back at him.
Ranrok hummed, annoyed. “Well - Perhaps your young friends here will be more helpful.”
The professor’s wand lit up as he flickered as he sent a spell towards Ranrok, who blocked it effortlessly with his own which overpowered it. He sent Fig and the twins flying to the back of the room, making them hit the floor painfully with a thud.
The floor under the Pensieve started to swirl as if it turned into water. A knight emerged from it, it was big, too big, and it charged for Ranrok and his comrades, barely missing him with his sword. Professor Fig got up with a cough and Ellise helped her brother get on his feet.
The girl noticed a portal to her right and walked over to it, on the other side lay a forest, seemingly peaceful. “I know a way out!” Fig and Aiden kneeled to dodge a swing of the guardian’s sword “Professor!” She yelled to get their attention.
They ran over to the portal as a pillar that was cut in half fell right in their direction, each of the twins held one of Fig’s shoulders and placed their free hands on the portal, the three of them lowered their heads and shut their eyes as the pillar got dangerously close to crushing them. A light flashed and the portal did its job.
The professor whooped at their sudden teletransportation and they abruptly opened their eyes. They looked around, dark trees being all that was around them.
“Are you both alright?” Fig asked.
“Fine, sir.” Aiden answered “Ellise?”
“Me too.”
“I’ve never seen so powerful a goblin.” Eleazar exclaimed as he studied their surroundings “He seemed wholly unaffected by my magic.” He turned back to the twins.
“Where are we?” Aiden asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Fig looked around once more and chuckled “It can’t be.” He said marvelled “It seems those who set up the Pensieve, the locket - and the path to both - wanted someone with your abilities to end up here.”
They walked towards a lamppost with multiple path indicators on it, Fig stopped right under it “Come. We’ve a Sorting Ceremony to get to.”
The walk to Hogwarts grounds was far from short, and the staircase to the entrance hall was so long Ellise’s calves hurt after climbing them. They stood in the hall as Fig placed his ear on the heavy wooden doors.
He walked back to the twins “We haven’t missed the Sorting Ceremony” He pulled his wand out “I’m no expert, but that seems more appropriate.”
With a swish, Fig changed the twins’ clothes to plain black Hogwarts uniforms. The cloak was smooth and the button-ups fitted them perfectly. “I need to study this locket as soon as I can, but first I’ll contact the Ministry” He explained “They need to know about Ranrok, and what happened to George. For the moment I ask that you both keep what’s happened only between us.”
The professor walked back to the door and opened it slowly, loud chattering and laughter burst through the small opening and Fig peeked into the room, quickly turning back to the twins once more.
“Phineas Nigellus Black” He sighed with disdain “Prepare yourselves to meet the Headmaster.”
As if his entrance was timed, a man walked through the doors. He was tall and dressed with splendour, but, in Ellise’s opinion, he looked much like a cranky goat. She had to hold back a snicker. Aiden noticed and grasped her thought immediately, covering his mouth with his fist to muffle a chuckle.
“Fig - Nice of you to join us.” The Headmaster reprimanded “The Sorting Ceremony’s over.”
“There were - complications.” The professor tried to reason “It seems that the goblin problem-“
Nigellus groaned “Enough. Goblins?” He asked amused “I’ve no time for rumours, Fig. And I’m rapidly losing whatever patience I had left.” He turned towards the twins “If you’re lucky, we might still get you sorted this evening. Come.”
They both quickly followed the Headmaster, waving Fig a small goodbye with their hands. As they got through the grand doorway, Ellise noticed heads turning towards them; she didn’t know if it was curiosity over their tardiness or late sorting age.
“Professor Weasley, we’ve two more to get sorted” Nigellus asked dryly as they reached the front of the room, where a single stool was, ready for whoever to sit on “Go on.’
Aiden noticed Ellise’s apprehension “I can go.”, he reassured her. He sat on the stool as the feast hall slowly got quieter, everyone now watching curiously. A woman, seemingly Professor Weasley, placed a hat on his head and as much as Ellise tried to listen in, their mouth moved but no audible sound came out, was the conversation with the hat a private one?
The hat closed its cloth mouth looking deep in thought “You belong in - Slytherin!” The hat yelled through the hall, the Slytherin table bursting into loud cheers and whistles. Aiden got up and Professor Weasley changed his robe accents to his house’s, he walked towards his sister.
“Good luck, Leesie.” He gave her a reassuring smile and Ellise watched as he walked over to stand beside the woman who was waiting for her to sit down to place the hat on her head.
The hall got quiet again as Ellise sat down on the stool, she looked around and-
Brown eyes
The same pair from her dream, she caught a glimpse of them and her heart leapt in her chest for some odd reason. She tried to find the gaze again but couldn’t seem to, her thoughts being interrupted by the weight of the hat being placed on her head.
“Ah, another one of you.” She heard the hat say “Twins I presume?”
“Yes, I’m the oldest.”
“You both are a bit older than the others, aren’t you?” The hat commented, “You come here with preferences and preconceptions - certain expectations.”
“I’m looking forward to exploring Hogwarts and the world beyond the castle and grounds” Ellise chirped at the hat.
“Indeed. Much can be gleaned by having an adventurous spirit. But your professors certainly have a great deal to teach you as well.” The hat stopped to think for a bit “You do not give up easily, do you? You are undaunted to challenges that lie ahead, and your loyalty to a friend and your brother delayed your arrival here this evening. I’ve made my mind about you, child.” Ellise fidgeted with her hands and counted down the seconds until the hat announced her house.
“Better be - Hufflepuff!” The hat’s voice echoed down the packed hall, the Hufflepuff table cheering as the woman took the hat off her head and changed her robe accents to a yolky yellow colour. She was placed in a different house from her brother? That made Ellise a bit anxious at the least, she hoped she could befriend anyone soon, she didn’t know how different witch children were from muggle-borns, not like she had muggle friends anyway.
“Anyway, I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow,” Nigellus spoke out, the students just stared at him, which seemed to annoy the man “I said - I’m sure you all have plenty to do before classes begin tomorrow!”
Students rolled their eyes and groaned as all of them got up and exited the hall one by one, Ellise figured she wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone from her house tonight which annoyed her even more.
The woman turned towards her and Aiden “Quite an entrance! It’s lovely to meet you, I’m-”
“Professor Weasley,” The Headmaster interrupted “- Would you be so kind as to show our new students their common rooms?”
“I shall see to it, sir.” she nodded and turned back to the twins “As I was saying - I’m Matilda Weasley, a pleasure to meet you.”
Aiden shook her hand “I’m Aiden Villin, this is my sister Ellise. A pleasure to meet you as well professor.” Ellise also shook her hand and gave her a soft smile, which she returned.
“As Deputy Headmistress, it is my distinct honour to show you both to your common rooms. Right this way.”
Finally, they got to Ellise’s common room, they made sure to drop off her brother first in the Slytherin common room, the snake door leaving the girl’s mouth agape.
The Hufflepuff common room entrance was less extraordinary, consisting of what seemed like a wine cellar full of huge barrels “Now, here we are at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room.” Matilda gestured to a couple of stacked barrels on the far end of the cellar.
“This is the entrance?” Ellise asked, puzzled.
“Indeed! I will explain what to do, but I hesitate to do it myself as one errant knock leads to being doused in vinegar. Most unpleasant.” She let out a low chuckle “You must tap the barrel, two from the bottom, middle of the second row, in the rhythm of Hel-ga Huff-le-puff”
Ellise approached the barrels, the last thing she needed this evening was to be doused in vinegar, having to wash herself and her new uniform. She tapped the barrel in the rhythm, thankfully in the correct way, and the biggest barrel in the cellar revealed a tunnel, she couldn’t hide her relieved smile.
“Well done! Now you go in and get some sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” The professor said and Ellise climbed into the barrel entrance “Please make sure to find your brother in his common room if you can, I’ll meet you both there in the morning to collect you both for your first class.”
“Thank you, Professor Weasley.” Ellise said, grateful that not all faculty was like the goaty Headmaster.
“You’re welcome. I hope you enjoy your first night at Hogwarts. Sleep well.”
As Ellise reached the room of the fifth years, she noticed everyone was already asleep, so she was careful to be as quiet as possible. Waking sleeping colleagues had to be an awful first impression. To her surprise, her owl, Harriet, made it from the dragon attack. She changed into the pair of pyjamas that were neatly folded on her bed and scritched the owl’s chin, muttering a low “Good girl.”
When she let herself fall on the bed, she felt the heavy exhaustion on her sore muscles, she hoped tomorrow would be more peaceful for her and she was looking forward to starting classes and meeting all sorts of people, people like her.
That night, for the first time in ages, her dreams didn’t disrupt her sleep.
a/n: Finally I finished this!! I have so much planned for the next chapters, if you read this far, I hope you enjoyed my writing and the next chapter will come soon!
ps. I hope you guys noticed I didn't cancel Quidditch 😉
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wtf has this game done to my social life
Sooooo.... like most players i've been obsessed with Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow. Like my god, why are they so hot. But i've been thinking about Ominis x mute!reader. Either they were born mute and is just learning about the mc through Sebastian. Or they became mute after an accident during a fight with poachers or something like that. I just want the cuteness of mc writing things on ominis' palm with their finger.
