Everyone I Think Snape Is Me As A TA/tutor.

everyone i think snape is me as a TA/tutor.

let me explain

1. student asks me a question i don't know the answer to.

2. students messing around in class during the group sessions and i empathize but need to act responsible.

3. me realizing that i am the same age as the students i'm TA-ing and yet i have less of a life than they do.

severus snape vs teenage drama: another saga

questions for slughorn...

AKA: How many times can I hint at the name of the original book in a canon divergence AU?

"The philosopher's stone, sir?" asked Tom. This hadn't been quite what he was looking for, but Slughorn had quite the treasure trove of knowledge and was willing to share it — an opportunity that Tom certainly wouldn't turn his nose up at. "Surely, you don't mean..."

His eyes must have been straining out of his skull, because Slughorn laughed heartily before he answered Tom's question.

"If you wish to take alchemy in your third year, I suspect you will learn all about it from Mr. Flamel himself when he comes to visit once a year."

Tom actually felt his jaw drop at this suggestion. Surely, Slughorn must be pulling his leg.

"I do not jest, Tom," said Slughorn, settling back in his chair. "Though it is a curious thing to ponder. One might wonder if an endless supply of money and eternal life are blessings, after all. You've met Dumbledore's Fawkes, m'boy?"

And in response to Tom's nod, he added in a conspiratorial tone: "What do you say we ask him, eh?"

Excerpt from Chapter 11 (up on Saturday) @  FFN | AO3!

Tom gets up to... a lot at Slughorn's Christmas party.

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐒, a riddle era fanfiction

“we were young and cruel and we wanted to be endless” — the knights of walpurgis

title: knights of walpurgis series

genre: almost an au, prequel. dark coming of age. almost romance focused

rated: mature

general warnings: violence, toxic relationships, emotional manipulation, more tw will be included if need be

plot: the lives of tom riddle’s knights of walpurgis before they become the death eaters. the first act ( songbirds and serpents) follows their fifth year at hogwarts, the year of the opening of the secret chamber, and aurora crawford and tom riddle’s convoluted start of even more complicated relationship.

where to find me: littlesong_bird on wattpad, mightingquills on tiktok and ao3

Okay but this is stunning. Exactly how I imagine both of them in my head.

sneak peek of an upcoming project by @clairee-delunee: parvati patil & lavender brown! WE’RE NOT OBSESSED, YOU’RE OBSESSED.  

“no, sir. nothing.”

"Fawkes, like all phoenixes, is immortal," Dumbledore explained. "Every so often, he burns, and is reborn from the ashes."

Immortal? So there really is such a thing?

As if Dumbledore had sensed Tom's curiosity, he held a hand up to dissuade further questions.

"But that is not why I have asked you to come see me, Tom," he said. "You wish, I believe, to know about your father?"

"Yes," breathed Tom, leaning forward excitedly. Has he found something?

"I began teaching at Hogwarts in 1912," said Dumbledore, staring intently at Tom. "I cannot recall ever teaching another Tom Riddle, and I believe I would have had such a thing occurred."

"I take after my father, sir," said Tom, in a desperate attempt to jog his memory. "Mrs. Cole said so."

"Yes, I remember," said Dumbledore seriously. "I say this not to discourage you, Tom. It is quite possible that your father was older when he had you, or that he simply never attended Hogwarts. However, it is also possible that your father was not a wizard at all, and if so, I do not want you to feel disappointed. There is no shame in being Muggle-born — my mother was, in fact."

"I understand, sir," said Tom, though he thought privately that either Dumbledore didn't know what people really said about Muggle-borns, or he didn't care.

“I will ask you this once, Tom. Is there anything transpiring with your housemates that I should know about? Think carefully, before you answer."

Tom shifted under the intensity of Dumbledore's gaze, his hand going instinctively to cover his wrist, lest the scars peeked out from under his sleeve.

"No, nothing, sir," said Tom. The other boys wouldn't appreciate him being a grass, and if Dumbledore cared enough to do anything about it, they'd punish him again — perhaps carve 'Mudblood' on his forehead so that everyone could see.

Besides, he wasn't going to cower for much longer, once he found who they were. He'd push back. Fight.

In his mind's eye, Tom saw Billy's rabbit, dangling from a rope and slowly spinning in the morning light.

Yes, their time would come; slowly, but surely.

"I think it would be best if we continued these conversations, Tom," said Dumbledore. "If that is all, I will let you go now... Unless you have anything to tell me?"

"No, sir," said Tom, getting up from his chair. "Goodnight, Professor Dumbledore."

Why did Dumbledore call Tom into his office? What scars is he so concerned about hiding?

Chapter 9 up on Saturday? Sunday? @  FFN | AO3!

table manners

"You'd better keep your voice down."

Tom stiffened. He knew that voice.

"Try not to piss yourself, Mudblood."

The boy with the birthmark was nearby. Tom thought of lifting the tablecloth to get a closer look, but he feared revealing himself.

The ground under him shuddered slightly with approaching footsteps, and Tom inched towards the wall.

"Do you see him?"

Loud chewing.

"Who? Slughorn?"

"No."

Whoever it was needed to learn how to chew and swallow before they spoke.

"Riddle."

"Haven't seen him for a while." That was Abraxas. "Slippery little bugger."

Another excerpt from Chapter 11 (out Saturday!) @ FFN | AO3!

I don’t know why, but I find Tom Riddle hiding out under a table of hors d’oeuvres kind of funny.