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hello average tumblr user. i want to play a game. in front of you is a female character. and i want you to genuinely and earnestly care about her without shipping her with a man, make her the mean lesbian best friend or the 'mum' friend. if you cannot manage to do this in the next 45 minutes i will release the hounds on you. live or die. make your choice
Idris Valley Photodump - The High Keep
Sometimes a family is you, your necromancer/dark-mage-adjacent twin, your redhead almost boyfriend, your twin's boyfriend/your roommate, your twin's situationship, the girl you saved a dragon with, your almost boyfriend's aunt, your ex police officer teacher, your twin's best friend, and your twin's situationship's sister
Demeter Somerset and the Ancient Magic
Long before Harry Potter stepped into the halls of Hogwarts another young witch fought against Dark Forces.
Her name was Demeter Somerset and this is her story.
Yeah, I can't stop making new stories, it's a sickness. But I just can't concrete long enough to finish one story, I get writer's block. T.T
So have the first chapter of my Hogwarts Legacy Self-Insert/Character story!
Cheers!
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(*)
Demeter Somerset had been a normal girl...well as good as normal when your mother was a real-life witch.
Thanks to her Mom Demeter knows quite a bit about the Wizarding World.
She read the Daily Prophet, like the London Times.
Enjoyed walks in Diagon Alley, as in Piccadilly Circus
Chocolate Frogs were no strangers to chocolate bars.
Yes, Demeter had a good grip on both the worlds she belonged to thanks to her parents.
But she admitted, the brunette girl always wanted to go to Hogwart, like her mom, and study to become a full-fledged witch.
Sadly her 11 birthday came and went and no letter from Hogwart arrived.
She was a Squib it seemed.
Her muggle father tried to console her the best he could, she could still be part of the magic world thanks to her mom and mom's side of the family, like he was.
Her witch mother had been sad like her and both had hugged each other tight.
Demeter felt like a broken toy.
Why her?
Why does she have to be a Squib?
In muggle London you didn't count much as a woman, but in the Wizarding World, she could have been anything!
Life was so unfair.
Years passed and slowly Demeter accepted her status as a squib.
It's not like it would change from one day to another.
Till it did.
(*)
Full of excitement and happiness Demeter watched her mentor, Professor Fig, packing their carriage which would bring them to Hogwarts.
When a few days before her 15th birthday her Hogwarts letter arrived, the whole Somerset family cried.
It was unheard of to go to Hogwarts at such a mature age, however Demeter didn't care!
She didn't care!
She was a witch and would learn at Hogwarts!
She wasn't a squib but a Half-Blood.
Maybe there was a God, who took pity on her and made her awake her magic powers.
Anyway since she was really far behind in Hogwarts curriculum the Ministry of Magic as the board of Hogwarts Professors made her meet Profoessor Fig who had taught her over the summer basic spells.
The wand was not hers, yet it had been amazing to do magic!
It was a thrill Demeter never wanted to miss again.
And now on the 1st of September, she would finally step into Hogwarts.
Wicked!
(*)
Okay, so she didn't have imagined her first day at Hogwarts if you even can call that like this.
Seeing strange traces of Magic, the Dragon Attack, then Gringotts, the Vision in the Pensive and also Ranrok?!
Yeah, no, totally crazy.
At least she managed to get sorted into a house.
Hufflepuff.
Just like her favourite Aunt Peony!
The common room was exactly as her aunt had told her.
So warm, and comfy, in golden hues and pretty plants everywhere.
Demeter felt right at home already.
The girls she shared her bedroom with seemed nice enough.
As she fell asleep in her bed, she hoped she would make a lot of friends in her House.
(*)
The next day, was her real First Day at Hogwarts.
After she talked with some of her fellow 5th-grade Huffelpuffs, Poppy, one of the girls she shared her bedroom with, told her how Professor Weasly was waiting for her.
Demeter already licked the Deputy Headmistress, way more than their Headmaster Black who had banned Quidditch this year.
She had wanted to try out for Quidditch.
Bugger!
Anyway, Professor Weasly gave her a magical special book to help her with her studies.
So she had to wave Revelio at anything that could be interesting and would learn more about Hogwarts and the Wizarding World.
It was really cool.
After Professor Weasly showed her how the Floo Flames worked, Demeter talked a bit with Professor Fig.
He had found something in the medallion from Gringotts and would tell her when he knew more.
For the time being, she should concentrate on school.
So Demter had her frist lesson.
Charms by Professor Rohen.
A black girl from Gryffindor whose name was Natsai Onai waved her over to her table.
Glady Demeter took place beside her and they chatted a bit.
Natsai or Natty was a nice girl.
The Charm Lesson with Professor Rohen was amazing.
Not only did learn Demeter Accio, no they even played Summoner Court on the school grounds.
Somehow Demeter managed to beat Natty and got her House points.
As the hour was nearly over she chatted more with Natty and learned about Uagado and how her new friend could actually do magic without a wand!
Wow!
Then Professor Rohen called Demeter over explaining to her how to catch up on her classmates her professors would give her special assignments.
Well, she could only nod and then made her way to her next lesson.
(*)
Defence against the Dark Arts had been a favourite subject of her mother, so Demeter was curious how it would go.
When she stepped into the classroom she saw a Gryffindor boy and...and a really good-looking boy from Slytherin having a match.
The Slytherin boy had a devilish handsome smile as he fought against the Gryffindor.
Demeter felt herself getting warm and a blush formed on her cheeks.
Oh no, she wouldn't start to crush on someone just because they were hot.
She came here to study, not to have a romance!
The brunette was brought back from her inner tumults, when Professor Hecat arrived, saving the Gryffindor from getting crushed by a huge dragon skull.
Then Demeter learned a new spell Levioso, which she should now use against the handsome Slytherin boy?
Okay, God was cruel!
"Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome.", said the Slytherin boy to her.
Demeter bit her lip and got ready for the Duell.
He may be hot, however, she would show him how good she was already!
And indeed she showed him.
She won!
"Not bad for a beginner.", told her Slytherin boy. "You give as good as you get."
She just smiled in thanks, as he walked past her.
Oh, her heart was beating so fast and not only from the duel.
After Prefosser Hecat talked to her, and then dismissed class, Demeter walked with shaking knees over to the Slytherin boy.
Finally, she knows his name.
Sebastian Sallow.
They talked and...maybe it was wishful thinking but Demeter had a feeling Sebastian was flirting with her.
He invited her to the secret Dueling Club in the school and when he told her how he would meet her somewhere unsanctioned...that tone and that look...oh god take her now!
Maybe it was only in her head, but okay she was gone.
She was already so gone.
Aunt Peony was right about Hufflepuff and Slytherin: they formally flocked to each other.
The best example was her aunt herself, whose husband Uncle Desmond had been Slytherin too.
And her mom, a proud Gryffindor had warned her to not lose her heart to a Slytherin.
Yeah, when she wrote her letter home, she would only tell her Aunt Peony what was going on.
She surely could help her, determined if Sebastian was really flirting or if it was just his way of talking.
Whatever it may be, Demeter had a feeling her school year would be really interesting.
Really, really interesting.
Demeter Somerset and the Ancient Magic Index
Long before Harry Potter stepped into the halls of Hogwarts another young witch fought against Dark Forces.
Her name was Demeter Somerset and this is her story.
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A Bouquet of New Beginnings: Chapter 5 "Lily of the Valley"
[AO3]
The first day of classes at Hogwarts - Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and a bit of Runes. All before going off to Hogsmeade.
Except below (the rest can be read through the AO3 link above!):
Artemis was the sort to rise on her own accord at what some referred to as an unholy hour of five in the morning. This morning, despite the unusual length of the potion-induced slumber, was no different. She spent the next few hours, in the name of calming her nerves, double-checking everything she had.
Artemis was, as Professor Fig aptly put, the prepared sort.
As Professor Weasley had stated, a cross-body school bag appeared by her bedside, filled with notebooks, quills, inkpots and pencils. All of her needed textbooks were stacked in a precariously balanced tower, and a single pewter cauldron teetered on top like an academic Christmas tree. Clad in the Hogwarts uniform with the top button undone, her hair in the milkmaid braid and filled with the armada of white hairpins, and the soft scent of kinmokusei, she unveiled the legside bag’s contents.
Her Potions and Healer’s kits contained every potion, container and ingredient she’d packed up sans those that she’d used. The Wound-Cleansing Potion was mostly still full, the Wiggenpaste hardly used, but she’d need to brew another Calming Draught. A good excuse to buy some decent crocodile heart. Nocturne batted at the offensive purple potion.
The pin-striped pyjamas she’d worn lay upon the bed. Past her apparently had the foresight to include a spare uniform; she gave herself a mental pat on the back. Her grimoire, a tin of kinmokusei solid perfume, her small Japanese dictionary (kanji could be such a headache), the gifts from the Price family, and finally something she didn’t pack.
A set of new, obsidian balanced throwing knives. She flipped the blade, and saw the etched enchantment runes that gleamed bronze at her touch: Pertho & Algiz. Artemis smiled – how fitting. Carefully, she tucked away everything back aside from the spoon. She held the trinket gently in her left palm, her Glamoured scar also now hidden under light wood and whittled buttercup. Like a little piece of her childhood friend was there, in his own way.
The thought alone was enough for her heart to calm enough to start on the small breakfast of toast, apples, and chai. Nocturne devoured a plate of fish next to her as her mind went back to yesterday.
Professor Fig must be grieving for his friend, thought Artemis as she took another sip. Perhaps she’d stop by during lunch to deliver a bouquet, it was the least she could do. The spoon was tucked away into her legside bag then, her robes left folded for now.
“Orchideous.”
Chrysanthemum, marigold, lily of the valley, cypress, mint.
Oranges, yellow, white and bits of herby green.
Nocturne sniffed at the bouquet curiously.
“You can’t eat these, darling,” warned Artemis softly as she held the bouquet in her hand. Her wand hand went to pet Nocturne’s head.
“I believe black velvet would bind that well, Miss Loreley.”
A Bouquet of New Beginnings: Chapter 6 "Harebell"
[AO3]
All roads lead to Hogsmeade :)
Except below (the rest can be read through the AO3 link above!):
“Fantastic. Come on, let’s head on out. Ever been to Hogsmeade?”
Artemis shook her head, and Garreth’s eyes widened like saucers.
“Really? Well, you’re in for a treat then! Loads of fun things to do,” said Garreth as they started down the cobbled path. The smell of pine and oak lingered in the air as other students went to and fro; yellow daffodils honked as little, purple harebells rustled in the wind.
“I’m sorry,” apologised Artemis.
Garreth looked down at her, surprised.
“Huh? Whatever for?”
“You probably had plans with friends, and your aunt threw you guide duty. I appreciate it, of course, but.”
“Oh! Don’t worry about it. Plus, there’s a few things that I wanted to get; you gave me the perfect reason to go,” said Garreth with an affable smile.
“Like Billywig Stings?”
“How did…?”
“You were writing out an ingredients list during Runes. Do you experiment with potions?”
Garreth looked steadily more and more excited.
“I do indeed, bit of a potions prodigy, actually,” started Garreth as his arms spoke just as animatedly. “You see, I think there’s little difference, fundamentally, between brewing a modification to Butterbeer and a Wiggenweld Potion. So, I came up with one this summer. Had a few people test it this morning; needs a bit more work.”
“Butterbeer?”
“Yes I- wait, have you had Butterbeer before?”
Artemis shook her head once more. Garreth looked aghast as his hand came to his chest.
“What do you drink then?”
“Water and tea.”
“You’ve really got to expand your repertoire Snow.”
Artemis let out a small laugh as Garreth shook his head.
“Right, good thing we’re stopping by the Three Broomsticks - can’t believe you’ve never had Butterbeer - after we’re done with your list. Aunt Matilda’d be furious if we didn’t finish what you needed to and get you back for your Sorting. That happening in the Great Hall?”
“No, in the Headmaster’s Office.”
“My sincerest condolences,” said Garreth before he looked up and pointed. “Look!”
As Garreth exclaimed, two winged creatures – heads of eagles and bodies of horses – emerged from the tree lines.
Artemis’ jaw dropped - hippogriffs were real.
A Bouquet of New Beginnings Chapter 7: "English Ivy"
Flower Language: Friendship
[AO3]
Summary:
Artemis' second day of school, and first day as a Slytherin, begins!
Excerpt of the chapter below (the rest can be read through the AO3 link above!)
“So, nobody in our class knows?” Imelda asked as the two of them made their way toward double Herbology.
Artemis shook her head as she passed over a green apple. The tart and crisp fruit filled her mouth as her teeth sunk into the fruit in her right hand. Her eyes roved the greenhouse grounds, mentally ticking off the names of the flora and trees that grew.
Imelda cackled as she took the offered fruit and took a big bite.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.”
Artemis didn’t understand the remark as they finished up and entered the greenhouse. Most of their classmates were already there, conversing in their separate groups. Imelda bid a farewell before she went off to a potting station, and Artemis barely turned forward before her eyes met the group gathered nearest the venomous tentacula.
“No way!!” Garreth announced as he brazenly pointed a finger.
“Oh, hell yes!” Sebastian exclaimed as he thrusted his palm out toward Leander. “Cough it up.”
“You’ve got to be joking, I thought for certain…” Leander muttered as he fished out some coin from his pocket. Artemis, meanwhile, made her way silently to the open station next to Sebastian.
“Well, the green looks good on you,” commented Natsai with a warm smile. “Though, it would’ve been nice if you had been in Gryffindor.”
Artemis gave her a warm smile in return; it would have been nice to be in the same dorm as Natsai, most definitely. But they had so many classes together, it wouldn’t matter.
“There were bets?” Artemis asked.
“Just those two idiots,” added Ominis, though his back remained turned away from the group.
A Bouquet of New Beginnings: Chapter 10 "Witch's Briar"
Summary: As the first week of school comes to an end, Artemis takes the plunge.
Floriography: Witch's Briar - Ferocity
[AO3]
Full chapter can be read through the AO3 Link above, excerpt below!
Despite returning to her room near the witching hour, Artemis awoke at five in the morning per usual. The semi-permanent black circles were even more pronounced as she braided her hair under the soft candlelight; her roommates all fast asleep. The armada of white hairpins were placed for stability, careful to avoid the side-swept bangs both along her forehead and sides that framed her face.
The day began with another self-defence training session at the Quidditch pitch, supervised by Nocturne who was happily chomping on a jerky reward, courtesy of the “for hungry students” cabinet provided by the kitchen house-elves. She even risked knife-throwing into the mannequins at the edges of the field; it was entirely refreshing to see the blades sink into the centre each time.
However, without her garden, greenhouse or rigorous summer training curriculum, after she’d gotten done with the morning shower and had a green apple from the common room, she was at a loss for what to do. Leto hadn’t sent his response yet, she’d finished up her homework and extra assignments from her long waking hours, and Nurse Blainey had stated clearly Monday to discuss volunteering. Her desire to mingle with people was non-existent at the point, but she’d decided already she’d sketch tomorrow. Aimlessly, Artemis wandered the grounds with her legside bag attached, school uniform on sans robe until she reached the greenhouses. A melodious hum carried in the air.
As she poked her head in, she saw the familiar green robes and braided red hair. Professor Garlick was tending to the venomous tentacula that stood proudly within their greenhouse classroom, the smile on her face soft and endearing. Artemis found her vivacious, bubbly demeanour treading a fine line between endearing and exhausting, but right now it leaned toward the former. A thought came to her as she quietly stepped into the space.
“Good morning, Professor Garlick.”
Professor Garlick let out a surprised gasp as she whipped around, braids and all. The older woman had a hand upon her chest, the clippers in the other lowered.
“Goodness! I didn’t hear you enter, Miss Loreley. Good morning to you as well,” greeted Professor Garlick. “It’s rare, having a student come to the greenhouse on a Saturday. Can I help you?”
“I… was wondering if there was anything I could assist you in the greenhouse today.”
Professor Garlick tilted her head. “Assist me? In the greenhouse?”
“Yes,” said Artemis as she felt the dull pain of her thumb against her hidden scar, quelling her nerves for being so forward.
Professor Garlick hummed as her expression softened considerably.
“Miss Loreley, please do be honest with the question I am about to ask. I shan’t be offended with your answer.”
“Professor?”
“How has the first week of my class been for you? And the extra assignment? In terms of challenge.”
Artemis blinked twice.
“It… was easy, Professor,” answered Artemis honestly. Truth be told, the extra assignment regarding puffapods and their uses had been simple, and the plants they’d been covering in class were second nature to her. She had to search for something to do in class so that her hands were kept busy.
“I suspected as much. I’d never seen a student be able to handle three or four different plants in one lesson without sacrificing the care,” remarked Professor Garlick with a smile. “Professors Weasley and Fig had, of course, shared with us your experience, but it’s another to see it entirely.”
Artemis gave a noncommittal hum as her gaze moved to the venomous tentacula.
“In light of that, I’d like to make some adjustments to your extra assignments,” said Professor Garlick.
Artemis looked toward the redhead, who’d gone toward her desk and came back with a bronze key, its handle decorated with a wild rose and briars. At the professor’s insistence, she followed the older woman out of their current greenhouse.
“My predecessor, before he became… indisposed, had a particular way of running the greenhouses,” explained Professor Garlick as they continued down the scenic path. “I’ve taken to reinvigorating and redoing one per year, and of course, one cannot forget maintenance. This one still is yet to be replanted, re… well, let’s just say it needs some love. A bit of an overgrowth”
Their feet stopped in front of one of the darkened greenhouses. Artemis could make out long, thick lines of some sort of overgrowth along the glass panelling.
The professor stuck the key into the lock; even the click sounded thick and rusted.
A bit of an overgrowth was a gross understatement.
A Bouquet of New Beginnings Chapter 14: "Purple Hyacinth"
Floriography - Please Forgive Me
Summary: Artemis is encouraged to take a certification, Sebastian & Artemis delve into that book from the Restricted Section, and an overdue conversation is had with a certain blond.
[AO3]
Below is an excerpt of the chapter. Full chapter can be viewed from AO3 link above!
“The Draught’s…working,” attempted Artemis.
Ominis’ sighed small as he shook his head. “What are you doing out here at this hour?”
“I was,” started Artemis as she swallowed. He didn’t need to know the cause. “I was waiting for Sebastian. Going to spell practise. Followed Nocturne. Distracted with the painting. Then… well.”
Silence fell as she caught something flash across Ominis’ face. Artemis, now completely under the effect of the Calming Draught, slowly stood; Ominis followed her movement. Nocturne kept his claws dug into her shirt as if to dare her to put him down. She gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Sorry for troubling you. I’d… appreciate it, if you didn’t tell anyone,” whispered Artemis. “You should be gentle, with the grip.”
“What?”
“The grip. On the arrangement, so the stem doesn’t snap. You’re meeting up with someone, right? You should, go to them. I’m fine.”
Nocturne faintly protested in her arms. The blond sighed as his head tilted away and slightly shifted his feet.
“It’s for you,” mumbled Ominis after a few moments.
“…huh?”
“It’s for you,” repeated Ominis clearer.
He held out the arrangement toward her, and now she could see the single, purple hyacinth in the wrapping. The floral scent was powerful and the petals dewy fresh. He cleared his throat.
“I was hoping to find you. To give this to you to… apologise. Clearly right now isn’t the best time –”
“It’s fine, Ominis.”
Ominis’ eyes briefly widened at her words before he let out a breath.
“I’d been an absolute prat,” started Ominis slowly.
Artemis blinked twice at the unusually informal word but remained silent.
“I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like I did, nor ignore you when you’ve just been trying to help. I’m… I’m sorry.”
The hyacinth shook minutely in his grip.
She placed Nocturne on the rail platform only for him to drape over her shoulder before she conjured a flower of her own. Artemis gently accepted the hyacinth, and instead placed a single white tulip into his hand. Ominis moved his wand to gently touch the petals before he brought the flower to his nose.
“A tulip?” Ominis asked as he smelled it.
“A white tulip. Um, it’s the colour of fresh snow,” described Artemis. Her mind cobbled together something to describe white to someone who couldn’t see. “Sweet as sugar, soft as pillows… I accept your apology, Ominis. Thank you… for earlier, and the hyacinth. It’s beautiful.”
Ominis’ eyes widened briefly before he bodily relaxed, the white tulip held delicately in his hand. She wondered if this was why he wasn’t at dinner.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone describe colours like that before,” said Ominis softly. “It’s… nice.”
“Happy to do so,” answered Artemis, equally as soft.
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!”
A Bouquet of New Beginnings Chapter 22: Vine
Summary: Another nightmare, a conversation on Unforgivables, and a calmer introduction to the Undercroft.
Floriography: Connection & Friendship
Full Chapter: [AO3] //6.5k words
*There are trigger-warnings in this chapter. Below excerpt does not contain the items, but read carefully if reading the full chapter.*
Excerpt Below:
“Artie!”
Artemis looked up from the boathouse docks as her feet dangled above the Black Lake. Natsai came over with a few bottles of water and pumpkin juice in her arms.
“What are you reading?”
“Alice in Wonderland,” said Artemis as she slipped the purple hyacinth bookmark inside. “A fun read.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Natsai took a seat next to her. “Poppy said she’ll join after getting a few more snacks. I’m glad to see that you are doing better than last night, my friend.”
“Motion sickness is a bane.”
Natsai gave her a sympathetic look as she gestured toward the small basket. “How did you manage to bring lunch this early?”
“I made it,” answered Artemis plainly.
“You…made it?”
“I mean, it’s just throwing together sandwiches, but yes,” explained Artemis as she opened the small basket. Deek had been more than happy to get her the ingredients, especially after introducing him to all the beasts this morning. “Plus, I didn’t think our conversation would be good for the Great Hall.”
“True,” agreed Natsai. There was a pause. “So, about what you asked last night.”
“About you being a gazelle?”
“No, about my uniform,” said Natsai sarcastically as Artemis chuckled. “Yes, about being a gazelle. How did you know?”
“Poppy and I saw a gazelle hanging around the Hog’s Head. Frankly we thought Harlow’s poachers had brought the gazelle from Africa. Then I saw the gazelle melt and change into a person that looked like you, but then that would be barmy right? Because we were in the forest. But then you were actually there, and really, how many gazelles are running around Scotland,” said Artemis.
Natsai laughed brightly. “Of course, the first people to spot me is you. Does Poppy not know?”
Artemis shook her head. “She was facing me when you turned back. I’m assuming that’s magic?”
“Yes, yes,” laughed Natsai as she placed a hand on her chest. “I’m an animagus.”
“Animagus?”
Natsai nodded. “It’s a branch of self-transfiguration not often practised in Britain, and not taught at Hogwarts. It’s a complicated process, but I can change into a gazelle at will. Professor Weasley has… ‘gently discouraged’ me from it, or discussing about the subject since it’s considered dangerous here, but I find it freeing.”
“Sounds very handy, especially for a quick escape.”
“Somehow I knew you’d say that,” said Natsai. “I’d been sneaking around the Hog’s Head more so recently but have been travelling around the forest since last year – it reminds me of when my father ran with me back in Matabeleland. My father transformed into the most beautiful giraffe.”
Artemis recognised grief like a glove. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you,” said Natsai. “It’s been a few years but, some days, it is harder than the others. Running as a gazelle helps me to feel closer to him.”
“Did you choose to become a gazelle?” Artemis asked as Natsai shook her head.
“Oh no. When you go through the process, you become the animal that represents your personality. My mother is convinced that my form is a gazelle because I adapt well to any situation. I believe it is because I can sense danger and keep my wits about me. I would appreciate it if we kept this between us. My mother and I are both registered because we need to be, but I’d rather not have everybody know.”
“Of course,” Artemis readily agreed. “But in return, could you show me some wandless magic? Just until Poppy comes.”
“Truly? Well, you’re easy to please,” teased Natsai as she pointed to Artemis’ book. “I can do better. I’ll teach you basic wandless magic, especially since you asked me to show you our first Charms class, and I’ve been neglecting you.”
“Really?” Artemis asked; she didn’t think her friend would teach her.
“Of course! Wandless magic isn’t too different aside from the obvious. There’s no spell that is tied to a particular hand gesture, but there are tendencies. Levioso.”
Natsai held her hand out, palm up, and gently curled her fingers as the book levitated from Artemis’ lap. Artemis watched with fascination as the Gryffindor did the same movement for Accio, and the book went into Natsai’s open hand.
“But because there’s more overlap, the intention becomes much more important, and knowing where your magic comes from. At Uagadou, before we learn how to cast magic, we learn how to gather magic into our palms. Like this.”
This time, she held both her palms up, and Artemis gasped mutely as she watched a ball of red with golden hues coagulate. It reminded her of the colour of the Secret Sharer. Natsai spun the magic as it floated and expanded, flicking like a fire before extinguishing it.
“Try it,” encouraged Natsai. “Hold your palms up like you’re cupping water. Then, concentrate getting your magic from your core to your palm, and hold it for as long as you can.”
“Um… any guidance on that, Professor Onai?”
Natsai guffawed. “Please don’t. I feel like my mother.”
Artemis rolled her eyes as she chuckled. “Teacher Natty?”
“Acceptable. When I first learned, I thought about the savannah and running. How my heart would pump, the golden beauty under the sun, and the freedom I felt. I imagined my heartbeat pumping the blood – and my magic – into my palms. Maybe something like that?”
Artemis hummed as she looked down at her hands – an illusion of matching, unmarred palms. Since Natsai’s magic was the same colour as the Secret Sharer, theoretically, hers would be as well. She closed her eyes slowly. She enjoyed running through the forests around home, but that didn’t seem right.
No, what it sounded like was the need to direct and control her magic. Maybe it was like preparing to plant the garden, to find the perfect bit of fertilised soil. To dig just enough to plant the bulb. The more she imagined her the process of planting through the Briar Greenhouse, the more she felt her magic tingle throughout her body; like it needed room to breathe. She imagined how she felt when she first stood at the greenhouse entrance with everything finally planted.
Breathe In. Two. Three. Four. Out. Two. Three Four.
As she breathed out, a cooling sensation coursed from her chest through her arms, and centred in her palms. Keeping the slow, controlled breathing, she opened her eyes and let out an elated gasp as a blob of iridescent blue-green shimmered with a silvery hue within her hands.
“That’s it Artie! You’re doing great!”
It only lasted for three seconds before the warble fizzled away, but Natsai clapped cheerfully.
“You did really well! Not many people can get it in the first try, and certainly not for that long. It gets easier with practise, I promise.”
“How long do I need to be able to keep it before moving onto spells?” Artemis asked.
Natsai hummed. “Our professors had us hold it for three minutes. Our first spell, by the way, was levioso.”
“I’ll keep working on it then,” agreed Artemis.
Natsai held up her fist; Artemis bumped hers.
“And I will help you of course.”
“Artemis! Natty! Sorry I’m late!” Poppy’s voice carried as Natsai and Artemis lifted their heads. In her arms was a large bag, undoubtedly filled with sweets. “The house-elves were really nice and gave us the rest of the Halloween desserts.”
Poppy sat to Artemis’ right with an excited huff, and Natsai chuckled from her left. With sandwiches and sweets in hand, the three started their cobbled outdoor picnic. The November air was crisp and cool, though it didn’t feel that way with the company kept.
“Highwing’s safe. The place I had in mind worked,” started Artemis.
Poppy beamed. “Really? What about the other hippogriff? And the thestral?”
“Them too.” Artemis nodded. “I can bring Highwing out anytime you’d like.”
“Thank you. Truly, both of you. Let me know if either of you ever need help.”
Natsai and Artemis both smiled.
A few moments of silence passed before Artemis brought up the question.
“The spell that Harlow casted… the one with the green light… it killed that owl, didn’t it?”
In the lake’s reflection, Artemis saw Natsai and Poppy both pause in their reverie as they looked at each other. A small fish popped above the surface momentarily.
“It’s called the Killing Curse,” started Poppy.
Artemis whipped her head toward her. “The what curse?”
“The Killing Curse,” sighed Natsai. “An Unforgivable.”
“… unforgivable…?”
“It’s a collection of three of the most powerful Dark curses,” continued Natsai. “We learned what they are last year, obviously just the name and what they do. The green one last night is the Killing Curse. Avada Kedavra. The effect is self-explanatory – instant, painless death.”
“There’s also the Imperius Curse and the Torture Curse. Imperius, or Imperio, puts the person completely under someone’s control. And the Torture Curse, Crucio, well… it’s also self-explanatory. Intense, excruciating pain,” explained Poppy.
The memory of the red crackling lightning by that Ashwinder as she cackled at the centaur’s pained screams flitted back. Artemis pressed her thumb against her scar and let the pain keep her steady – that witch had cast a torturing curse on the centaur.
“Who would make such spells?” Artemis managed to squeeze out.
Poppy huffed. “A medieval sadist. If you can believe it, they weren’t always illegal; they became illegal in 1717.”
“That’s less than 200 years,” pointed out Artemis.
“Morality took its time,” said Natsai bitterly. “They can’t be blocked, so you have to be able to stop the cast beforehand or dodge it. Otherwise… you suffer. Or, die.”
Poppy picked off a bit of her sandwich and threw it for the gathered fish. “The one good thing is that not everyone can cast Unforgivables. Because they’re so… you know, powerful, whomever casts it needs to have a high level of skill and willpower. Remember I said the creator was sadistic? The curses are more effective if the castor has a clear, deep desire to use it. They have to mean it. Mean that they want to hurt someone, want to control someone, want to kill someone.”
“What happens if someone casts it? Consequentially, that is.”
Natsai swallowed her sandwich bite. “Azkaban. Lifetime, plain and simple.”
“But only against humans. Apparently, they don’t count as ‘unforgivable’ if cast on beasts or other beings, like goblins,” spat Poppy.
Artemis blanched. So the witch cursing that centaur was legal? The Depulso she’d casted suddenly didn’t seem strong enough… not that the witch could do that anymore. An arrow to the neck tended to put a stopper to things.
“Is that… it?” Artemis held her hand up as both girls looked at her incredulously. “I mean. The effects are horrid, yes. But, does it hurt the caster? Other than their conscience, if they have a shred of it left. It just, it seems like it’s more than just morality and some degree of sadism that made it Unforgivable.”
Natsai and Poppy both looked at each other before Natsai sighed deeply.
“According to Professor Hecat, successfully casting an Unforgivable on a living soul damages the caster’s own soul and magical cores.”
“Like we said earlier, you have to mean it. That means it’s premeditated, and if we’re talking about the Avada, that’s premeditated murder,” finished Poppy.
Poppy’s acorn eyes were steeled, and she was subtly hugging herself. Artemis didn’t comment.
A Bouquet of New Beginnings Chapter 24: "Pink"
Summary:
An argument in the Undercroft between Sebastian & Ominis.
A Bickle Pickle.
Floriography: Make haste, Pure love
Full Chapter: [AO3]//7.4k words
Except Below:
“But, didn’t goblins curse Anne?”
Ominis was the first to respond. Sebastian let out a frustrated sigh as he tousled his hair.
“We only saw goblins at the estate. But Healer Gavin did these –” Sebastian gestured with his hands. “–Diagnostics? Which came up that it wasn’t goblin magic. But it could still have been goblins if they had a wand and found the spell somewhere.”
Artemis hummed slightly. “Goblins have their own magic right? Why take the extra step to use wizard magic?”
Sebastian scoffed. “I don’t know, irony? Why terrorise all of these hamlets? Loyalists don’t need any reason for that.”
Artemis gave a slight nod; it was clear they were near Feldcroft for the connection with the Keepers and Isidora. But the bulletin board in Hogsmeade showed their reach was far beyond the region.
Sebastian sighed before he brightened slightly. “But the good thing is, at least it narrows it down to wizard curses. I was thinking maybe we can find something to give to Healer Gavin. Help with researching the cure.”
“We could research in the l –”
“– Actually,” interrupted Sebastian. “Ominis could just tell us about the Scriptorium.”
The air chilled instantly around Ominis. His brows knitted together as he clenched and unclenched his left hand.
“Scriptorium?” Artemis repeated. Her question fell on deaf ears.
“You rat!” Ominis hissed. “This was supposed to stay between us!”
Sebastian’s eyes flashed. “Ominis, there’s nothing in the library! Anne had another bout tonight and it was so much worse! The Scriptorium could have –”
“– No it won’t,” interrupted Ominis. “I can’t believe we’re still talking about this.”
“Because it could have something to help Anne!”
“Anything to do with the Dark Arts should be avoided. It’s one thing to read, but this? It’s too risky.”
“You missed visiting Anne for this; it would be a waste to not use this. Anything to do with Salazar Slytherin is worth the risk.”
Artemis blinked twice, too stunned at the influx of new information to do anything. Salazar Slytherin had a Scriptorium in this school?
“I can’t agree.”
“Why don’t you want to help?” Sebastian said accusingly. “Artie’s done more than you have –”
“– How dare you,” hissed Ominis. A flash of hurt passed before a steely mask settled. “I’ll not say a word more.”
“Wait, Ominis!” Artemis called out in vain as the blond stormed out of the Undercroft.
The gate crashed down. Artemis sighed as she looked toward Sebastian. The brunet released a frustrated groan as he paced back and forth once more. She, for her part, felt useless as she stood there, her thumb rubbed against her scar. She should’ve stepped in and not stand there like an useless fish.
“Sebastian –”
“– Healer Gavin’s great,” interrupted Sebastian. “I just –”
Sebastian stopped his pacing when he stood in front of her and sighed. Despite it being his birthday, the joys had been replaced by a heaviness in his shoulders.
“You want to help Anne,” finished Artemis.
Sebastian’s eyes softened slightly. “Exactly. You understand, don’t you?”
“I do.”
More than he knew.
Artemis sighed as her eyes went back to the gate; she was going to have to figure out a way to drink another Calming Draught discreetly before going out. Somehow.
“Was the Scriptorium actually supposed to be a secret, Sebastian?”
“Sort of,” said Sebastian with a shrug. “Ominis didn’t specify that we kept it between me and him. But, he showed you the Undercroft, so I thought he wouldn’t mind … wait, that’s it!”
Sebastian exclaimed loudly as his warm chocolate eyes brightened. His hands flew as they grabbed her shoulders.
“You can help me convince him!”
Artemis blinked twice.
“Of…?”
“Going into the Scriptorium!”
Artemis tilted her head slightly. “Sebastian, how is Slytherin’s Scriptorium going to help Anne?”
“Look, the Gaunts are full of secrets, like the Undercroft. And, the Gaunts know better than most that there’s more to Dark magic than people realise. Can you imagine what Slytherin must have stuffed inside a hidden Scriptorium? There might be long buried texts! And –”
“– Sebastian,” cut off Artemis. “Where’s this coming from? The diagnostic?”
Sebastian sighed. “Yes. It showed these… dark tendrils that were wrapped around Anne’s veins.”
The grip around her shoulders tightened.
“Said that it’s a sign of the curse being something old, and aristocratic Purebloods tend to have more than their fair share of old magic. The Blacks, Lestranges… even the Prewetts.”
“Are the Sallows…?”
“– Pureblood? Yes, but definitely not aristocratic, clearly. Anyways, I want to make sure we don’t miss any possible thing that could help Anne. The issue, is that only Ominis knows how to enter and, as you clearly saw, he won’t tell me.”
“You did tell him he didn’t care about Anne,” pointed out Artemis, “Which you know isn’t true.”
Sebastain sighed as he tousled his hair. “I admit that was uncalled for. I was just… frustrated with everything and – anyways. Would you help me convince Ominis?”
She blinked twice. She could see the point Sebastian was making, though there was no guarantee of anything being inside. If the Scriptorium had any sort of material that could help Leto create a cure for Anne – or something to manage it – that would be worth the risk.
“Only after you apologise and he forgives you. Then I’ll… talk to him about this,” said Artemis.
Even if she didn’t, her gut said Sebastian would find a way. Plus, they still needed to ask him about that shed.
“Deal,” said Sebastian with a relieved smile. He let go of her shoulders. “By the way, that book cover and bookmark – those are the enchanted ones, right?”
“Yes. The book cover turns into an Arithmancy title, and the bookmark lights up. Though, that might disrupt your roommates…aside from Ominis.”
“Fantastic, now I can read forbidden books out in the open. No one would be the wiser.”
“Unless someone comes up behind you and reads over your shoulder.”
“Fair point.”
Sebastian chuckled, but it sounded hollow.
The ashes atop the Sallow table flitted back to her mind. Artemis bit her inner cheek before she pulled her wand and conjured a boutonniere – a gladiolus with a forget-me-not and a geranium surrounded by green. Not a bouquet, but small and compact. She pulled a hairpin from her hair and transfigured it into a silver pin.
“May I?” Artemis asked as she lifted the boutonniere.
Sebastian’s eyes widened. “Oh, um.” He cleared his throat. “Of course.”
Artemis hummed as she carefully slipped her fingertips under his left lapel. The bright and colourful flowers stood out against the Slytherin uniform. She straightened the lapel and the flowers before she looked up; the freckled face of her friend was intently concentrated on her.
“By the way, didn’t know you knew a Curse-Breaker.”
“Kierston?” She asked as she looked back down to make sure the pin didn’t pierce her friend. “He’s a dear family friend. I wasn’t sure if he would be popping by today.”
“Do you think he’d be able to take a look at Anne?”
“He doesn’t know human physiology well enough, but he’s definitely a resource. I’m sure he’d be willing to help,” she answered as she finished pinning the boutonniere. She gave two gentle pats. “There. All done.”
Artemis lifted her head, her forest green eyes meeting his. Something passed through Sebastian’s eyes, though she couldn’t pinpoint what.
“Happy Birthday, Sebastian.”
“Thank you, Artie,” said Sebastian softly. A second passed in utter silence before he cleared his throat. “I’ll just, grab the other gifts. Then we can head out.”
Artemis knocked down a Calming Draught when Sebastian’s back turned as he grabbed his presents.
Ominis didn’t come back; her thumb dug deep into her scarred palm.
Your honor I love her
I was jetlagged and 5am scrolling and had a sudden itch to draw so... Here's a portrait study of natty
(based on this lovely screenshot by @girl-named-matty ☺️)
A Bouquet of New Beginnings: Chapter 27 "Poinsettia"
Summary: Little things before winter break
Floriography: Merriment
Full Chapter: [AO3]//5.2k words
Excerpt below:
“Ready, Richard?”
“I’m always ready but, why by broom?”
Artemis mounted her Moon Trimmer. “Can ghosts go through floo flames?”
Richard lifted a finger with his mouth open as if to retort, then shrugged.
“Fair point. Alright, lead the way.”
“Libro.”
Sensory Balancing Charm in place, she kicked off the top of the Astronomy Tower with Richard in tow. The clouds had cleared to reveal a beautiful, starry winter sky, and her breath puffed white smoke as the wind bit her skin. The borrowed gloves clung to the broom handle as the thick, borrowed cloak billowed. There now lay a thick layer of fresh, white snow over the usual ground canopied in the dark green pine.
“Not that I’m ungrateful but, why are we going to do my funeral at two in the morning?”
Richard seemed to have no issue keeping up – that’s one less worry at least.
“Well. You said you preferred to do it at night when everyone was asleep ‘just like the good old days’, and I’d like to do this before winter holidays. Plus, I thought you could also help me with gathering some first snow.”
“Um. I feel honoured that you think me so alive but slight problem?” Richard passed his hand through her broom. “Not solid. Bit of a problem trying to pick things up.”
Artemis shook her head with a smile. Her borrowed scarf kept the sharpest edges of the winter wind at bay.
“I just wanted your company, Richard.”
“Oh!” Richard beamed. “Well why didn’t you just say so! Allons-y!”
At least it seemed like he picked up some French.
It's about - Hogwarts Legacy
No because,
-It's about Sebastian who would prefer us to take him for granted than to leave him, it's about the fact that he would litteraly die for us.
-It's about Poppy who trusted us enough to make us meet Highwing. Poppy who let us become her very first friend and trusted us with her childhood.
-It's about Ominis who trusts us with his life, and would prefer to suffer than have us suffering.
-It's about Garreth who always informs us first about his new potions idea, Garreth who'd do anything and everything to see us smile.
-It's about Natsai who trusted us with the history of her father's death, about Natsai who jumped in to save us because she was scared we would die.
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Hi^^
I am actually working on a Sebastian x reader one shot so to wait take this random idea that I just got, before I finish the fic and release it, take all care, you're all beautiful, wish you the best <333
Posting a WIP, I am frustrated about not being able to work on this piece for weeks bcs I’m currently working 2 jobs…. Thinking about quitting the lesser paying one though… hopefully I can finish this soon! In the meantime do enjoy this sneak peek of Seb, Winter, and Natty ☺️ There’s more people in the back but I’ll just let you guess🩵
I’M BACK!
Gosh, sorry I’ve been gone for so long. I’ve been in a bad headspace the past month, but now I’ve dragged myself out of the hellhole. Will be replying to your mentions and then posting this abandoned WIP I’ve been working on veery soon. I’m 98% done with it!
In the meantime enjoy this WIP of eye screenshots 😋
Sneaking friends into the Room of Requirement 👀 Guess what each of them are saying/thinking?
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