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Idris Valley & Leander Prewett
Summary: After Percival is cursed Idris throws themself into trying to find a cure, to the point where they're isolated which is concerning for the normally extroverted mage. Someone does finally find them, but it's the last person they expected.
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"FUCK!" Idris yelled.
They grabbed the pot and just threw it as hard as they could, desperate to feel anything other than frustration and exhaustion even if it was just the temporary satisfaction of breaking something. They ran their hands through their hair, pulling it a little bit in their anger. It helped ground them a little even if it hurt. This was a Herbology assignment! They were supposed to be GOOD at Herbology. It was like they one thing they had! And they now they couldn't fucking do it either?! Why couldn't they do ANYTHING?! WHY WERE THEY SO USELESS-
"Thought so."
Idris whirled around to see Leander Prewett at the top of the greenhouse stairs. Leander was just about the last fucking person Idris wanted to see right now.
"Don't even start, Prewett," Idris grumbled. "I'm so not in the mood."
"I know, I have eyes." Leander scoffed. "And ears."
He trotted his way merrily down the stairs and right to Idris' potting table. He stood there and looked at the asphodel Idris had killed three times so far. For some reason they just couldn't tell what they were doing wrong. They couldn't remember much of anything, really.
"Did you drain the soil?" Leander asked. Idris paused, racking their brain. Fuck. Now they wanted to throw their own skull instead of a pot. How dumb of an oversight was that?
"...no," Idris admitted. Well, it was honestly more of a mumble.
They begrudgingly waved their wand and drained the water from the soil, leaving just enough for it to be soft, and dumped it in a nearby dittany pot. Leander handed them the sprig of Asphodel and sure enough the gray flowers immediately turned a healthy white instead of brown.
"Thanks," Idris mumbled. "Bye."
"Where are you going?" Leander questioned. "Classes start in just two hours and you look like crap. Were you here all night?"
"No, I just got here a few hours ago," Idris answered. "Mostly I was in the library. Now I'm going back."
More specifically Idris was going to break into the Restricted Section of the library. Now that their school work was out of the way and they wouldn't have Professor Weasley or Percival breathing down their neck they could finally focus on research that actually mattered. Them and Sebastian had found an artifact they thought might be able to cure Percival, they just had no idea how it worked or what the consequences would be. Idris had to find out as soon as possible, for Percy. They needed to do something.
"No, you're not," Leander crossed his arms glared at them. To his credit, Idris was so caught off guard they didn't even retort for a few second, just stood and blinked at him.
"Excuse me?" Idris scoffed.
"When was the last time you slept?"
"What?"
"When was the last time you slept? And how many hours?"
"Why do you care?"
"Answer the question."
Idris groaned and took off their glasses to pinch the bridge of their nose. It did nothing to quell the headache building behind their eyes, but they'd gotten used to it.
"I got like, three hours the other night," Idris replied. "Happy?"
"No," Leander shrugged. "When was the last time you ate?"
"None of your business."
"So too long."
"None of your business."
"Come on, we're going to the Great Hall," Leander decided, like that was his right at all.
"I'm going to the library," Idris rolled their eyes and pushed their way past him to head for the door.
"You go out there I'm going to duel you," Leander warned. Maybe it was mean to laugh, but Idris was too tired to care.
"Seriously?" Idris snickered. "You can't beat me in a duel."
"In this state it would be easy," Leander scoffed. "But that doesn't matter, we can argue about that later at length. If I win I can drag you to the Great Hall. You win, I'll report you to a teacher for hurting another student and you'll end up with detention. Then you definitely won't have time to do whatever it is you're trying to do."
......shit.
"I fucking hate you," Idris informed him.
"I really don't care," Leander offered his arm and Idris unwillingly noted to themself that apparently Leander actually did have manners.
Idris groaned, thought it was mostly for show, and put their hand in the crook of Leander's elbow, just like Mom taught them when they came out about not being a boy.
Leander led them to the Great Hall despite Idris dragging their feet for every step. If they stumbled once or twice as their vision spun and actually used Leander to rebalance themself that was their business, not his. They eventually made it to the Great Hall and Leander plopped Idris down at the Gryffindor table. Then, to their surprise, sat down right next to them. They didn't even get to protest or comment before Leander was filling a plate with an entire array of food and placing it in front of Idris.
"Eat three things on here," Leander ordered. "I'm not leaving until you do."
"Are you trying to out-stubborn me?" Idris raised an eyebrow.
"No, because I'm betting your hunger will win now that there's food in front of you," Leander smirked.
Idris' eyes darted to the plate for just a second too long. Leander had grabbed pretty much everything, probably because he had no clue what Idris liked. Which meant their plate had sausage, hasbrowns, eggs, and strawberries, also known as Idris' favorite breakfast.
"I'm going to destroy you later," Idris told him.
"Sure you are."
"I really don't like you."
"Improvement from hate. Eat."
Idris grabbed a fork and stabbed a sausage with as much fury as they could muster. If the plates weren't enchanted they honestly probably would have broken it. Unfortunately, Leander was right. As soon as that first bite was in their mouth they dug into the food like they hadn't eaten in weeks. True to his word Leander just sat there and ate his own food. He finished way before Idris did but he still sat there and waited for them to be finished eating. And of course he had a stupid smug grin on his face the whole time.
"Shut up," Idris muttered.
"I didn't say anything," Leander replied. Idris wanted to curse that grin off his face. "But I did tell you so."
"Shut up!" Idris laughed and elbowed, making Leander join in on their laughter.
"No way," Leander said. "Not until you go to bed at least."
"Classes are in like," Idris checked the large clock on the wall. "Fourty five minutes."
"I'll just tell them you're sick or something," Leander waved them off. "You look like a patient at St. Mungos."
"It's not that bad."
"It really is. You look like you have ash smeared under your eyes."
"Okay maybe a nap would be reasonable," Idris admitted with a sigh. "Tell Percival what's actually going on or he'll mother hen me."
"Sure whatever."
"Kinda like you are."
"I am not mother henning you. When I beat you in Crossed Wands I want you in top shape so no one can dismiss my victory."
"Of course you do," Idris laughed. They got up from the table and patted Leander's shoulder as they passed him. "Good night, Prewett."
"Good night, Valley."
A Bouquet of New Beginnings: Chapter 21: Field Poppy
Summary: A run-down with Professor Fig about what happened in the witch's tomb. And a little outing with Poppy to rescue a certain Hippogriff.
Floriography: Avoidance of Problems; Good & Evil
Full Chapter: [AO3] //7.0k words
Excerpt Below:
The reverie of Halloween continued into the night as the patrons of The Three Broomsticks were in relative levels of sloshed. In contrast, Artemis slinked under her disillusionment up the stairs to the private room. She’d done her best to clean up the stench of dead that clung onto her clothing, but she thought maybe it was just the permeating smell of candied alcohol and aforementioned drunkenness of the patrons that made her go unnoticed.
“Come in,” called out Professor Fig’s voice as she knocked on the door of the private room. She snuck in and got rid of her disillusionment just as the door clicked shut.
“Godric’s heart! Artemis what on earth happened?!”
How bad did she look, she wondered, for his eyes to widen so much, for him to rush to her like that and tightly grip her shoulders.
Artemis slowly shook her head. “I… I think I need to sit. May I have some tea?”
“Right, of course. I’ll be right back.”
Her mentor guided her to the nearest stool. When he left, she let out a shaky breath as she pulled out the whittled buttercup spoon out of her bag. Her body folded so her forehead touched both the spoon and wand handle in her hands. Her hands now shook almost as violently as they had when she’d killed that Loyalist.
Professor Fig returned quickly with a fresh pot of chai. The familiarity of sitting across from him with a warm cup of chai in her hands finally calmed her. She was safe.
The professor waited patiently for her to start, and once she did, she couldn’t stop. The horror of the tomb, the helm, the fight, and those poor inferi and even that poor Ashwinder. Her eyes didn’t move from her chai the entire time.
Professor Fig sighed. “Artemis… nobody. Nobody. Should see and go through what you did. What was Lodgok thinking?!”
“He tried to go in, sir,” offered Artemis weakly. “He really did. But the second he tried, the tomb clearly burned him or something. I didn’t tell him about the details; he doesn’t need to know.”
Professor Fig looked unconvinced with his furrowed eyebrows.
Artemis sighed. “I agreed to go, sir. We need a spy inside Ranrok’s Loyalists to funnel information. Admittedly, it was a lot more than I expected, but I handled –”
“– it’s not about your ability to handle situations, Artemis. I know you are more than capable. It is the fact that you have been placed in these situations in the first place that is concerning,” interrupted Professor Fig. He fiddled with his wife’s scarf. “Though, I daresay yesterday would not have been a good day for you at the castle had you stayed.”
“It wasn’t, but I couldn’t figure out why. None of my diagnostics made any sense.”
Professor Fig pulled out an ancient, slim book.
“I’m sure Nurse Blainey wouldn’t be able to pull the diagnostic either in this instance. The reason it wouldn’t make sense is because it isn’t a healing cause. It’s because you’re a clairvoyant. At least, from what I could gather from this and a nice chat with Professor Onai – she’s a renowned Seer. I did not tell her of your situation, do not worry.”
Artemis closed her mouth; Professor Fig continued.
“It seems Seers have a… similar problem on certain days of the year. There was a rather lengthy lecture attached to it, but this and combined with this tome I found, it seems clairvoyants that lean toward er, the less warm-blooded, experience troubles when the Veil is thinnest between life and death. It depends on the region, but in our case –”
“– Halloween,” finished Artemis. It made sense why Professor Fig insisted they meet here, and how she felt much better after leaving Hogwarts for the day.
“Precisely. Hogwarts is, ironically, the worst place to be on Halloween, what with all the ghosts. How did you… feel?”
“Like a bone-chilling death on legs. But when I left, and when I took care of the inferi, I felt much better.”
“I see. I haven’t found anything yet, but if there’s anything to mitigate that for next year, I shall let you know. It would be a travesty if you miss the Halloween Feast the next couple of years. Now, I suggest you still avoid the inside of the castle until after midnight, though the grounds might be fine. I could pay Sirona another night’s worth of coin.”
Artemis shook her head. “I’d like to test the grounds theory, professor. I have somewhere we could go.”
“After a nap, I think,” said Professor Fig as he yawned. “Sleep is important.”
A few hours later, when the sky was about as bright as any greyed November sky in the Scottish Highlands could be and she smelled like frankincense instead of death, the pair arrived at the Briar Greenhouse. The familiar click of the key and a few incantations unlocked one of her sanctuaries.
“Welcome to the Briar Greenhouse, Professor,” she said warmly.
Where there used to be rampant weeds and fungi, there were proper flower beds and pots for healing potions and teas. The tree had been transplanted and now in its stead grew an impressive selection of sunflowers, dahlias, and enchanted roses. The ground floor now flourished with the safer plants, while the second had plants with much deadlier consequences. Everything from cordoned off hellebore to field poppies, and even a flaming bush kept separate resided with the drying station. Hanging baskets hung filled with dwarf roses, extra herbs and hanging vines stretched along the railings. Finally, the rotten barrels and boxes were replaced with sturdy ones that could serve as seating if needed, though mostly it functioned to hide the entrance to the Witty Pear.
Artemis watched as Professor Fig passed by it without notice as he circled the ground floor – a success on the Notice-Me-Not. Or perhaps it was because the professor’s eyes were widened in awe at everything.
“Artemis… I read the reports from Professor Garlick of your progress, but this is incredible. What are these?” Professor Fig asked as he pointed toward the little corner with the dying bramble.
“Those are the witch’s briars that were originally here. I kept the three that were still salvageable; the soil is well-maintained and the dead bits were trimmed. So when the Keepers teach me how they revived Feldcroft, I have something to test it on,” explained Artemis.
Though she had no idea when that would be, considering their current agreement. Professor Fig hummed with a smile.
“I see. I presume this is where you spend much of your time on weekends?”
“I – yes. But it’s… yes,” said Artemis, not bothering to come up with an excuse. Truthfully, she split her time between here, the Room-Clinic, and the Witty Pear for her alone time on the weekends.
Professor Fig patted her gently on the shoulder.
“There is nothing wrong with some time alone, Artemis. I am not here to lecture you on that. However, I do have to caution that, when you do get busier with exams and our continued search… to not neglect your friends. I have to say, I was rather impressed by how a few of them inquired of your absence yesterday.”
Artemis averted her and gently touched the briar stems as her cheeks heated. She would have to apologise, especially to Sebastian; he wouldn’t have been fooled by Professor Fig’s ‘ruins’ research.
“They’re good people.”
“They are. Now, how about I deliver you breakfast and lunch here today, and you enjoy a Saturday outside with your friends tonight?”
Getting her hands dirty as she tended to her plants was a balm compared to last night’s events. The warmth of the greenhouse, collecting ingredients for potions and teas, and eating both breakfast and lunch with Professor Fig on the sturdy boxes was a true delight. But with another nudge to ‘perhaps go outside,’ she got the message – alone time was done for today.
But as she walked with no particular destination other than not inside, Lodgok’s parting words flitted back.
She sounds like a loose end.
The more they churned, the more they made sense. From what little understanding she had of goblins, they were thorough – the degree of Gringotts security attested to that. But more than that, why put a curse on someone instead of killing them if they found out something?
Why let Anne live? What was the purpose?
“Oh, hey Artemis.”
Artemis lifted her head as she came face to face with Andrew and Leander.
“Hello.”
“Heard you didn’t go to the feast last night; Sallow threw a fit,” said Leander.
“I was out on independent study,” lied Artemis smoothly. “Sebastian threw a fit?”
“Well, a fit is probably overexaggerated,” said Andrew with a relaxed smile, “he did ask around to see if we knew where you were. Muttered about you being a diricrawl. Ominis seemed to agree.”
“Natty commented on it too… before she was rightfully disgusted with Garreth shovelling candy,” huffed Leander.
Andrew turned to her. “By the way, did the paints help?”
“Oh, they did! Thank you for teaching me,” thanked Artemis genuinely.
If he hadn’t had the paints or the patience to teach her, Anne’s tea tin would’ve been drab.
“Always happy to help a fellow artist.”
Leander quirked up an eyebrow. “You paint?”
Artemis teetered her head. “He paints, I sketch.”
“If you want to paint more, I’m happy to accept another into the fold,” said Andrew.
Artemis offered a hand. “Trade you pencil for paint?”
Andrew laughed as they shook on it. “Deal.”
“Alright you two,” interjected Leander before he pointed his thumb toward the Summoner’s Court. “Artemis, I challenge you to a game. See if your win against Natty wasn’t just luck.”
Artemis beat Leander both rounds as Andrew served as referee.
“How? How are you so good at this? And Cro –” Leander bit his tongue as they set up for a third round.
Artemis lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s a matter of skill. I just need to concentrate more.”
“What?”
“Mm. I mean, everyone learns Accio in their first year, right?”
“Right.”
“And how to duel?”
Leander nodded slowly. “Right…?”
“So you’ve had four years to get accustomed to it; you do it automatically. I still need to think about each step. Does that make sense?”
“I suppose… so you’re saying I’m not concentrating enough?”
“No, I’m saying that’s what I am doing, because I need to.”
Leander seemed to consider her words, and opened his mouth –
“Artemis!! There you are!!”
Artemis, Leander and Andrew turned. Poppy rushed toward them, her bag bouncing harshly against her leg. She looked slightly dishevelled and wore a similar garb to their Biscuit excursion. The three exchanged a look as Artemis and Leander climbed down from the platform.
“Poppy? What’s wrong?” Artemis asked, and had to consciously stay still as Poppy snatched her wrist.
“Come with me, please.”
There was no room for discussion.
“Right, um, see you two later.”
She faintly heard the two boys bid goodbye. Poppy’s pace right now neared a jog as she pulled Artemis toward the familiar glade.
“Poppy, what’s g–”
“– Highwing’s missing!”
✨🎃Hogtober Day 13 : Charms🎃✨
I did some HC’s For Hogwart’s Legacy Characters! Since I became obsessed with this game. ❤️
Tbh most of the professors just give off AroAce vibes.
Sebastian Sallow is Bisexual
Anne Sallow is Omnisexual & Asexual
Ominis Gaunt is Pansexual
Garrett Weasley is Pansexual
Poppy Sweeting is Pansexual
Imelda Reyes is Lesbian
Leander Prewett is Trans & Straight Ally
Everett Clopton is Gay
Amit Thakkar is Gay
Sirona Ryan is Trans & Lesbian
Victor Rookwood is Straight Ally
Theophilus Harlow is unfortunately Hetero..
Phineas Black is Straight Ally
Abraham Ronen is Gay
Aeshop Sharp is Bisexual
Bai Howin is omnisexual & Asexual
Binns is AroAce
Charles Rookwood is Straight Ally & AroAce
Chiyo Kogawa is Lesbian
Dinah Hecat is Bisexual
Eleazar Fig is AroAce
Matilda Weasley is Bisexual
Mudiwa Onai is Omnisexual & Asexual
Mirabel Garlick is Lesbian
Satyavati Shah is AroAce
Gladwin Moon is Gay
Percival Rackham is AroAce & Straight Ally
San Bakar is AroAce
Niamh Fitzgerald is Lesbian
Isidora Morganach is Lesbian
I've read an Ominis/MC fanfic here I can't find again. (If anyone knows it, please help!). It was about Gareth making a horny potion and giving it to several boys to find out how long they can resist before getting release. Sebastian convinces Ominis to try it and than arranges an "accidential" meeting between Ominis and MC who he has a crush on.
That made me thinking about the HL boys (Sebastian, Ominis, Gareth, Leander, Everett and Amit) all taking the potion and sitting together in a room, betting who can resist temptation longest.
I imagine the Gryffindors caving first.
The Ravenclaws would be able to resist a while by concentrating on flying (Everett) or astronomy (Amit).
The Slytherins are the most competitive, so they'll be the last ones.
Sebastian knows Ominis has better self control, so I think Sebastian would physically restraint himself from taking matters into his own hands and Ominis would say that is cheating, but Seb would argue that this was never stated.
His patience snapped 😅 Original video
Couldn’t resist and repainted some of the kinder joy harry potter quidditch funkos into hogwarts legacy versions 🙈
After I finished the Slytherin Boys now here are the Gyffindors.
Funko-Amit has joined the team of my Hogwarts-Funko-Collection ☺️