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New friend: WiNgArDiUm LeViOsAaAr

My friends: no no no no no no-

Me: *comes out of nowhere* It's Wingardium LeviOsa! Not levioSAAR!

My friends: *sighing and shaking their heads*

Random Person: Harry Potter sucks

My friends: *shaking their head and trying to make the person stop talking because they know what will happen next*

Me: *angrily comes out of nowhere* You little shite! Harry James Potter does not suck — you suck! He is a great person! No one asked for your opinion! *continues to roast random person and defend harry*

One of my friends in the background: Five bucks says that she'll say "Avada Kedavra" to the man if he tries to argue.

My other friend: Ten bucks says that she'll say "Silencio" instead

My other other friend: *shakes head* I can't believe the two of you...

Me: *continues to rant*

Teacher: *walks by* Ms. (insert last name cuz I ain't telling you mine)! What in the world are you doing to the poor lad?!

Me: *points at the random person, who was now crying* THEY SAID THAT HARRY POTTER SUCKED!

Teacher:

Me:

All of my friends: *shaking their head*

Teacher: *turns to the random person* FIRST OF ALL! HARRY POTTER DOES NOT — *joins me in ranting*

All of my friends: *jaws drop*

"When I said I wanted my teachers to be more like Hogwarts Professors, I wanted someone like Prof. McGonagall or Prof. Dumbledore, not a fake like Umbridge."

— Me after finding a teacher particularly annoying and rude

Teacher: Okay class! The next word is Dizzard! Go!

My classmates: *writes down what they think the spelling of the word is*

Me: *does the same*

Me:

My classmates:

Teacher:

Me: You're a dizzard, Harry

The person who I sat next to, the one everyone says looks like Harry: *dies of silent laughter*

My friends: *shaking their head, totally done with my Potterhead-edness*

"Did you just... Avada Kedavra me, you ho?"

— Me to my friends after they said one of the Unforgivable curses to me

Happy Battle of Hogwarts Aniversary for all you HP nerds! 😊

Edit: wow I can't believe that I literally spell checked *Anniversary* twice and I still spelt it wrong 😔 Don't mind me I'm just out here serving dumbass Ravenclaw representation 😌

Ravenclaw: maybe you should stop making such unnecessary amount of cookies?

Hufflepuff: it’s either this or friendship bracelets and we all know that I haven’t finished making them.

Ravenclaw: I’m just saying it’s almost been a week since we saw you sleep and the teachers are getting worried.

Hufflepuff: I haven’t even made a friendship bracelet for Slytherin.

Ravenclaw: just please for the love of god go to bed.

ahahppll

You were finally a seventh year student. And of course you took pride to that when it came to comparing yourself to your friends, who either were forced to retake a year or who simply dropped out.

Now you were wondering around the school grounds, just waiting for time to pass. That was until you noticed the two first years.

They had their backs turned to you but you could see it clearly. One of them was holding a nerve wreaking, large snake. It made you nervous because a child that small and young shouldn’t be holding that without a adult around.

That one with the snake was cooing at it. Making kiss sounds and calling ‘snuggles’ wonderful, lovely things. To your surprise the snake seemed to cuddle back.

Now the other kid. Oh bless that poor kid’s soul. That kid was clearly terrified of said snake. But it was also clear that the kid loved and cared for the other one’s feelings. So much that when ever the snake lover turned to look at the kid, they’d make a face of glee and asked questions, only to cringe in fear when they turned around.

And of course you could tell that the snake lover was a slytherin No doubt in your mind that the other one was a gryffindor or some other house.

“Hey,” you called out, ready to give the pair a scolding for not having supervision.

They turned around, said ‘gryffindor’ glared at you, annoyed that you were bothering them. And said gryffindor was actually said slytherin.

The snake lover wasn’t a sytherin though. But they gave a nervous glance between you two as they pet snuggles. And the snake lover was actually a hufflepuff.

You were puzzled and quickly gathered yourself and began your scolding. The slytherin kid grew more anger by the minute and the hufflepuff grow more nervous.

Feeling bad, you apologized and told them you weren’t going to tell a teacher. And of course the hufflepuff beamed in relief and joy. Even the other one seemed to calm down.

The two bid you a rather questionable byes and hurried on with their day. And the snake happily bobbed it’s head up and down as you watched them leave.

You turn to leave as well, eager to tell your friends of the odd pair of first years.

Griffindoor: Be Brave

Hufflepuff: Be Kind

Ravenclaw: Be Wise

Slythering: Put a fucking basilisk in the girls toilets

I've been thinking about the battle of Hogwarts recently, and I really dislike the idea of all the Slytherins leaving after Pansy threatens Harry. I feel like not all of them would have left. I have this beautiful image in my mind of a different scenario. It's right before the battle and Voldemorts amplified voice has delivered its dire message. Not a word is spoken until Pansy steps forward and urges everyone to "grab him". Except this time Ginny isn't the first to put herself in front of him. Before anyone can even think, a Slytherin sixth year, a girl barely of age, makes her way past Pansy and blocks her path to Harry Potter. The hall remains silent as everyone watches in shock. A Slytherin protecting Harry Potter? They have forgotten that while Slytherins are cunning and ambitious, they are also determined. They have forgetten that your house is a representation of the values you hold closest, not the only traits you possess. They have forgetten that Slytherins can be brave, wise and loyal. That just because someone is a Slytherin, doesn't mean that they are evil. The still doesn't last long, just long enough for people to realise what has happened. Ginny steps forward and takes the girls hand. A girl in her year, a girl she had never spoken to before, had stood up for what was right, and she would stand with her. And then the other houses join them. First the Gryffindors, then the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs. Then the Slytherins. The four houses standing together, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, ready to protect their fellow student from the evil outside. For Cedric Diggory. The spare. For Harry Potter. The Chosen one. For themselves and their future, just as the sorting hat had advised. Not all of them go to protect him but many do. The Slytherins cannot blame their housemates for not wanting to fight. They knew that many of their parents and family members would be out there fighting against them. No one could blame them for wanting to avoid that. Still, some Slytherins went anyway, knowing that they would be forced to face their loved ones. Pansy wants to scream. She yells and calls them blood traitors, slinging foul curses at them before MacGonagall cuts her off and sends her, and those housemates who chose, away. Everyone burst into cheers as they left the great hall, many running to congratulate their Slytherin friends on joining them. Harry turned around to find the girl who had stood up for him. A girl he didn't even know. He found her in the crowd and she noticed his looks. As he went to flag her down, he was dragged away, but before he lost her to the roar, she nodded her head to him in understanding. And so they fought. Side by side, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff alike protecting each other. Some fought their own parents, backed up by friends who they knew would never let them down, no matter what house they were from. They fought, they died, they were injured, they tended to the wounded. They cried, they mourned, and they held their loved ones even closer. They watched as Voldemort arrived with Harry Potters body at his feet. They listened to his grand speech as he urged them to join them, his own house, his family. But no Slytherin joined him that night. They stood side by side with their schoolmates, and they joined hands, because if they were to die then they would die together. And they did not regret their choice at all. They cheered when Harry rose up, they fought in the last stretch of the battle, and they watched the final showdown in awe. It was finally over. Harry never learnt the girls name. He never found her again. But many years later, when Albus Potter worried about his house, Harry didn't tell him of Severus Snape. He told his son of a girl he never knew standing up for him in front of her own housemates and certain death. He told his son of the Slytherins who fought and died beside him to make the world a better place. He told his son that if he was a Slytherin he should be proud. For Slytherins could be brave, wise and loyal. They were all just students.

𓂃 Harry Potter bios

• 𝘀𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻 ❑ 🌿 𝘀𝗻𝗮.𝗸𝗲 ⌕

• 𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘄 ␥🧢 𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗲 ⿻

• 𝗴𝗿𝘆𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿 ៸៸🚜 𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 ❍

• 𝗵𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗳𝗳 ∞ 🏝 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗴𝗲𝗿 ੭

I can totally see this.

Hogwarts Houses common rooms in Halloween season 

I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SETTING UP THIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF MINE WITH MY BSF , NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH CEDRIC DIGGORY IN THE MEANWHILE!!!

Ok so as our exams got over, I asked for a good movie rec from this friend. He recommended me Tenet (directed by Christopher Nolan). Well no spoilers, but Nolan's films are the best and Tenet was obv. intriguing!!

Here's what happened: This character, Neil was like hot asf- So I googled Tenet's cast and found out Neil was acted by Robert Pattison. (Now simultaneously I was also watching this clip of HP and thought that Cedric looked actually good.) Anyways, I click on Robert Pattison and get these hot pics of his.. I scroll a bit and come to the movies. Then it happens...

Wait... Batman, you say? Makes sense why he's looking a bit fami- WTF! WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY HE'S ACTED IN HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET O- WTF!!! WTF!!! WAIT!!!! HE'S CEDRIC??!!! AIN'T NO FUCKING WAY!!

I click on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and ofc! I find Cedric has been acted by Robert Pattison.

Now, my day is completely ruined and I officially have a crush on Cedric Diggory (which makes his death even more painful, than it needs to be-) and I wanna kill my irl friend, rn-

OH GOD DAMN IT!!! I WILL DEFINITELY KILL MY IRL FRIEND!!! I JUST FINISHED WATCHING TENET AND NEIL DIED!!

NEIL DIES, CEDRIC DIES..

EVERY SINGLE FUCKING TIME!!!

WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO ME???!!!

I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SETTING UP THIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND OF MINE WITH MY BSF , NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH CEDRIC DIGGORY IN THE MEANWHILE!!!

Ok so as our exams got over, I asked for a good movie rec from this friend. He recommended me Tenet (directed by Christopher Nolan). Well no spoilers, but Nolan's films are the best and Tenet was obv. intriguing!!

Here's what happened: This character, Neil was like hot asf- So I googled Tenet's cast and found out Neil was acted by Robert Pattison. (Now simultaneously I was also watching this clip of HP and thought that Cedric looked actually good.) Anyways, I click on Robert Pattison and get these hot pics of his.. I scroll a bit and come to the movies. Then it happens...

Wait... Batman, you say? Makes sense why he's looking a bit fami- WTF! WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY HE'S ACTED IN HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET O- WTF!!! WTF!!! WAIT!!!! HE'S CEDRIC??!!! AIN'T NO FUCKING WAY!!

I click on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and ofc! I find Cedric has been acted by Robert Pattison.

Now, my day is completely ruined and I officially have a crush on Cedric Diggory (which makes his death even more painful, than it needs to be-) and I wanna kill my irl friend, rn-

Life At Hogwarts - Diagon Alley and Platform Nine and Three Quaters

This is part one but there is a prologue on my masterlist

notes: anything in italics is a thought and in bold is a reader’s note, I also apologize for any errors, I look forward to hearing any feedback!

Also I am staying close to the actual story with some minor adjustments. Stay tuned for more!!

It is finally the day that you will get all the supplies you need for your first year at Hogwarts. You wrote a letter the day you were accepted to Hogwarts to Minerva McGonagall, the lady whose name was on your acceptance letter, explaining that you had no idea how to get your supplies and sent the owl back to her. You asked her for help and she quickly offered to meet you and take you to Diagon Alley to gather any materials that you might need.

Your father was out for the day so when you heard a knock at the door you knew that it had to be McGonagall. You raced to the front door, smoothed out your clothes to look presentable, and politely opened to door to greet your guest.

“Hello, my name is (Y/N). Thank you so much for taking me to get my books,” you rush out as you extend your hand to her. She takes your small outstretched hand in hers, her nimble fingers curling around your hand.

“My name is McGonagall. It is a pleasure to meet you” she replies politely her tall, elegant frame smiling down at you. “We had better get going if we want to get everything you need” she added.

  As you walked through the bustling cobblestone walkway your eyes darted from one store to the next in fascination.

“I think we should begin by going to Gringotts” McGonagall informed me as you stared in fascination at this new world around you.

“Okay, what’s at Gringotts” you trailed after the elegant woman.

“Gringotts is the bank that all wizards use. It is owned and operated by goblins” she answered simply. You arrived outside a white marble building that towers above all the other shops in Diagon Alley. You and McGonagall climbed the white stairs in between the large marble pillars to the bronze door that is guarded by two goblins dressed in uniforms of deep scarlet outlined in the purest yellow gold. Once through the bronze doors, we found ourselves in an entry hall staring at guarded silver doors engraved with ornate writing that reads:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Once through those doors, we entered the marble hall with long counters on either side of the walkway. The counters had workstations every few feet with goblins carrying out different tasks. The room was light by candles in ornate holders and the crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceiling. As we walked, our steps echoed. The only other sounds in the room were the scribbling of quills and the ticking of a large golden clock that rested on a ledge above a door leading off to the right. We step up to a counter once a goblin become available.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) would like to make a withdrawal” McGonagall states.

“Come with me the goblin” commands and walks away as you and McGonagall follow closely behind.

“I have an account here” you question McGonagall as you trail behind the goblin.

“You were your mother’s sole heir when she passed. Everything that she had she left to you” McGonagall stated giving you a solemn look.

“My mother was a witch” you turn on McGonagall with wide eyes, astonished with the new information.

“She was, indeed, an immensely powerful witch at that. Has your father told you nothing about her” she asked with a frown etched on her face.

“Only that it’s my fault she died” you mumbled but she still heard what you said. The goblin leads you and McGonagall from the beautiful marble hallways to a stone passageway dimly lit by flaming torches. We all three got into a cart that was on the mini train tracks, the goblin behind the controls. We descended into the tunnel at a rapid pace. The goblin drove the cart around turns as we soared along the track; McGonagall’s face remained stoic while you laughed as the wind whipped through your hair. The cart comes to a sudden stop jarring you a bit as it was unexpected.

“Vault 737” the goblin announces as he exits the cart. He walks up to the door and drags a finger down it and you hear a resounding clank as the door unlocks. You walk into the room followed closely by McGonagall.

“My mom was rich?” you asked as you looked around the room piled with gold, jewels, and artifacts.

“I would have expected nothing less from a woman of her standing” McGonagall replied calmly as she hands you a small pouch for you to point some coins into. You load the pouch with gold coins and hand it to McGonagall for safe keeping. After getting your money the goblin takes you and McGonagall to back to the stone passageway you came from. You exit the cart and walk back through the glorious entryway of the bank, out the doors, and onto the cobblestone walkway of Diagon Alley.

“Okay, the first item on the list is a wand” you read off to McGonagall.

“To Ollivander’s” she directs. As soon as you arrive at the narrow shop you see gold lettering above the door that is beginning to peel telling you that you are in the right place.

“While you get your wand, I will go get your books” she states and she hands you 7 galleons for your wand. You wave to her as you turn to enter the wand shop a smile on your face. An old man was behind the counter and wands were in stacked in boxes and shoved into cubbies all around the store. He lifted his head up from whatever type of wand he was looking at and his shinning pale eyes met your (y/e/c) ones in the dim light.

“Why, hello there” he starts. “Here for your wand already Ms. (Y/L/N). I remember when each of your parents came in to buy their first wands” he recalled. You felt the wind rush out of your lungs; my father is a wizard. You shook your head slightly and the smile returned to your face although this one didn’t quite reach your eyes. The man across the counter seemed to realize your change in expression.

“My apologies I shouldn’t have brought up you mother, it’s a terrible thing that happened to her” Ollivander rushed out offering you condolences. He pulls out a wand and hands it to you. You grip the wand and stare at it expectantly.

“Well give it a wave” he orders and your face heats realizing you had been standing there looking foolish. You wave the wand and boxes start flying out of the cubbies behind Ollivander and you gently place the wand down. You and Ollivander both clearly surprised at the result.

“Different than your father then” Ollivander thinks out loud. Different indeed, you agree internally.

“Perhaps this wand will do the trick” he announces as he hands you a different wand. You wave this wand and the boxes of wands you had previously pulled out of the cabinets swirled around smacking you and Ollivander and you set that wand down as well a confused look crosses the man’s face briefly before he grabs another box.

“And different from your mother” he adds as you pick up the third wand. You pause slightly before waving the wand and you glow under the wand.

“Very nice wand Ms. Barnes. Vine wood with a phoenix feather core 10 ¾ inches and unyielding flexibility (this was the wand I got on Pottermore if you would like to insert your own wand here). I believe that you are capable of greatness, use it well” he advises as you pay for your wand. You exit the shop and find McGonagall waiting for you with all your books in hand. You quickly take the books from her, so she doesn’t have to carry them and thank her for picking them up for you.

“So, my father is also a wizard” you start as you and McGonagall walk to get your robes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

“Yes, he was” she replied curtly, not offering you any more information than you already had. You arrived outside the purple shop it also has gold lettering, same as Ollivander’s, and it has a rounded display window that is currently showing off robes for students. You go into the shop and quickly get fitted for you robes. You buy the three sets of plain robes you need as well as the protective gloves, black pointy hat, and the winter cloak. You rush out of the crowded shop and breath a sigh of relief and McGonagall shoots you a small smile. The next place on the list is Potage’s Cauldron Shop. You and McGonagall walk to the northside of Diagon Alley to the shop. There is a sign outside advertising the different types of cauldrons available. You open the burgundy door and head into the small shop expertly finding a pewter size two cauldron. You make your purchase and leave ready to check off another item on the list. Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary is the next place on the list you dip into the store and buy your set of phials that your required to have. The next stop is Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment where you buy your telescope and your brass scales. You saved the best shop for last; you are allowed to choose on pet an owl, a cat, or a toad. You decided that you wanted an owl, so you and McGonagall walk to Eeylops Owl Emporium. There are owl cages hanging outside of the dark shop. You entered the shop and were instantly fascinated by all the owls. The shop had Barn owls, Brown owls, Screech owls, Snowy owls, Tawny owls, and Barred owls. You practically bounced from cage to cage entranced by each owl until you came across a small female snowy owl that looked up at you with its wide eyes and you immediately knew that you wanted that owl. You paid for the owl, the cage, and food for the owl while grinning and McGonagall couldn’t help but laugh quietly at the sight. As you left the Owl Emporium you noticed the shop across the walkway, Quality Quidditch Supplies. You wove through the crowd of people and stood in front of the shop looking at the brooms they had on display in the window.

“First years aren’t allowed to play quidditch,” McGonagall informs and your smile drops, “but you can always try-out next year.”

“Yeah, next year” you mumble to yourself as you keep your eyes locked on the brooms.

“I think we should eat, get your bags, and head to the train station” McGonagall plans and you nod in agreement. You turn to leave Diagon Alley but you turn back to give one last glance at the brooms, little did you know McGonagall watched you with mischief in her eyes but it was gone the second you turned back around.

  You and McGonagall arrived a King’s Cross Train Station. You had all your things piled on a cart.

“Here is your ticket” McGonagall states as she hands you your ticket.

“Thank you.”

“Now remember you get to platform 9 and ¾ by walking through the wall that separates platform nine and platform ten,” she explains once again, “I have to go back to Hogwarts, I’ll see you when you get there.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at Hogwarts” you repeat, and she walks away leaving you to board the train. You walk through the station searching for platforms nine and ten. You find the platforms and more importantly the wall that separates them. After you take a quick breath you walk into the wall just like McGonagall told you and when you come out the side of the wizarding world you are met with a black and red train as well as other students. You board the train easily and you hear the whistle blow. As you walk down the narrow corridor of the train you look for a compartment with other people that look friendly. You walk up to a compartment just as the trolley lady is leaving.

“Hi. Do guys mind if I join you” you ask looking between the boy with black hair and glasses and the boy with the red hair.

“No. Come on in” the dark-haired boy answers. I sit beside him, and I notice his lap is filled with sweets. I guess I know why the trolley lady was stopped here so long.

“My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N” I introduce smiling at both boys.

“I’m Ron Weasley” the red-haired boy states.

“And I’m Harry Potter” the raven-haired boy adds.

“Nice to meet you both” you answer.

“You too” they both reply.

a (not so) short interlude: fanfiction

Hello friends!

This week I have taken a break from working on my original story and instead wrote a piece of fanfiction. At first glance this may not seem like something unusual. In my bio I state I am a professional nerd afterall, and though I don’t believe I have ever discussed it on here, I do consume quite a bit of fanfiction along with original novels. However, the truth is that I had never actually written fanfiction. Well, before this week that is. 

In my one writing class (the same writing class I am doing this blog for in fact) we have been assigned to create a Remix, which is basically what it sounds like: taking other people’s content and cut/copy and pasting it to create something different/new. Remixes are the basis of fan-culture: fanfiction, fanart, video edits– all of these constitute as Remixes. And so, of course, my first, and strongest idea, for the assignment was to write a fanfiction. I wasn’t sure if that was allowed within the constraints of the assignment, so this week I basically asked my professor if I could write and submit a fanfiction for a class assignment. 

The things you do at university ladies and gentlefolk. 

I didn’t ask in so many words of course, and my professor was super chill about it and seems really excited for what I would come up with so that's cool. She’s going to be reading this post at some point actually so… 

Hello, Professor M! Thanks for being so awesome! ᕱ__ᕱ 

Anyway, all this to say, I was inspired to write my first fanfiction this week. It is not a part of the project I will be turning in for class, however it does introduce and develop some original characters, relationships, and conflicts that I may include in my class fanfic.

Oh! And before I let you get into it, I suppose I should let y’all know that it’s a Harry Potter fanfiction. That being said, I hope you enjoy!!

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“Muggle sports are so interesting,” Em said, swinging the pale pink baseball bat she carried up onto her shoulder with a flourish. “Don’t you think, Marcus?” She rolled her head back over her shoulder with a taunting smile to stare down Marcus Flint, who paused from where he was sauntering down the hallway with the Slytherin quidditch team, scoffing at Emma’s question.

“You think I know what the fuck your talking about, blondie? Muggle sports? As if lower myself to even touch anything associated with muggles.” His massive nose wrinkled as if he had taken a whiff of something particularly nasty, sneering down at the smaller girl. The whole hallway has frozen by this point.

“What even is that thing?” Adrian Pucey called out, “Looks like a fucked Beater’s batt,” he said, unintentionally echoing my question from earlier. “Are you sure they even use that for sport? Looks thin enough it could snap in half with one blow.” Laughter tittered through the gathered Slytherins and even some pure blood students from other houses.

“And would they even hit anything with it?” Malfoy cut in, snidely. “They’re not as developed as wizards, with their inferior reflexes. Clumsy oafs.” He sniffed with derision and the Slytherin’s laughter grew, through the rest of the students had piped down. Emma’s smile had dropped.

Flint’s sneer turned into a cruel grin “I’d think you would know that quite well, what with the spectacle your relatives made last year.” 

He was, of course, referring to when Emma had gotten caught up in the Chamber of secrets mess and had been petrified. Her muggle aunt had some to visit all the way from America and was in hysterics, though, rightfully so. Ems had to wait until near the end of the term for the mandrake draught to age to be cured as the Hogwarts Board had not seen it fit to allot a budget to import some from overseas. 

As Pucey, Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team snickered, Flint continued on, striking his final blow, “Poor little mudblood.” 

He leaned back, apparently satisfied with himself as Ems spun on her heel to face him fully, steel in her eyes and stone faced, the pink bat still on her shoulder. 

The thing about Emma that many people still don’t get, even though we are well into our Fourth Year at Hogwarts, is that though she may be a Hufflepuff, she is never one to back down from a challenge. Especially if she initiated it. Especially if it deals insults to her family and friends.

A sickeningly sweet smile rose to her face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Marcus,” she simpered, false concern evident in her voice, “I forget sometimes that some people are so uneducated on this side of the pond.” Flint's face dropped and his relaxed pose faltered. “I’ll make sure to speak slowly for you, don’t worry.” That gained Ems a few snickers of her own from the other students in the crowded hall, but the Slytherins all tensed and a few people left to go grab a Professor.

Emma took a step forward as if nothing was wrong, smile still in place, but fire in her eyes. “This is called a baseball bat. It’s used in a sport called baseball. It’s very popular in America, even among the wizarding community. I unfortunately don’t think I have the skills to explain the whole game to you in a way that you would understand, but a baseball bat functions similarly to a beater bat. However, the ball that one must hit is much smaller than a bludger.” Emma paused here to take another step forward, her smile growing into something sharper. “What that means, Marcus, is that a baseball bat is much, much better for hitting,” she glanced down his body, making sure he saw the direction of her gaze when she looked back into his eyes a few seconds later, “smaller targets.”

Marcus inhaled sharply and the Slytherin team stood frozen as several students in the hall burst into laughter. Emma stepped back, her smile turning into a much more genuine smirk. “And for the record Marcus, I’m very grateful my aunt came all the way from America to visit me when I was attacked by the Heir of Slytherin. I’m very lucky to have such wonderful family. I’m sure your father would have done the same for you.” Flint flinched back slightly, hurt flashing across his face, though it was quickly covered by a scowl. Now that was a bit of a low blow, though arguably it was deserved. It was the worst kept secret in Slytherin that Marcus and his father did not get along, to put it lightly. 

Just then, a Ravenclaw prefect rounded the corner with Professors McGonagall and Snape in tow. Students very quickly began to disperse, including the rest of the Slytherin team, as Professor Snape raised an eyebrow at the scene. “Just what is going on here?” 

“Nothing, professors,” Emma bounced on her heels as she turned towards Snape and McGonagall, beaming at them. I could have sworn I heard Professor Snape mutter “too bright” under his breath, but I could be mistaken. “I was just telling Marcus about the American muggle sport called baseball,” she gestured to the bat on her shoulder.

Then, she turned to look at Flint again. “I’m so sorry to cut this riveting conversation short but I really do have to go and check on some of my plants. I’m sure Professor Burbage would be happy to continue to explain baseball to you if you ask politely. Though, that may be a challenge for you,” she nodded gravely to herself, “You should work on that. I hear that adequate etiquette skills are needed in pure blood circles, but I’m sure I wouldn’t know anything about that, being muggleborn myself.” 

She smirked at Flint, daring him to say anything and reveal the fact that he had called her a slur. Flint looked down and glared at the floor. Ems shifted her gaze back to the bewildered professors. “I was actually raised in the wizarding world, professors. It’s actually quite interesting! The American magical government is a little less strict about no-maj, sorry, muggle separation and my muggle aunt did marry a wizard.” 

“When my parents passed away and my aunt and uncle took me in, they revealed the world of magic to me. My aunt still works in the muggle world, but my uncle works for MACUSA.” Ems grinned. “That’s how it was so easy for me to get approval to study abroad here at Hogwarts. It’s where my uncle went. Anyway, I really do have to go. See you in transfiguration tomorrow Professor MacGonagal, bye!” With that Emma skipped away.

Snape shook his head slightly and turned back to Flint. “Do you have anything to add to Miss Williams’ account, Mr Flint.”

Flint’s mouth pinched and his shoulders hunched but he just shook his head and said, “No, Professor.”

MacGonagal huffed a short breath. “Right, then. Everything seems to be in order.” She  shooed Flint off. “Away with you Mr Flint, there’s no need to dawdle in the corridors. And thank you Mr Turner for grabbing us to deescalate the situation,” she said turning to the prefect, “2 points to Ravenclaw.”

Flint shuffled off, as MacGonagal left with the Ravenclaw prefect, Turner, who was asking her about something or other transfiguration related. Only Snape remained in the hall, and when both parties turned opposite corners, he spoke again. “Miss Woodward.”

I remained hidden. 

He sighed. “Miss Woodward I would like an account of these events from your own perspective this evening. Please arrive at my office after dinner, no later than 7.” With that he turned and stalked off.

I stepped out from the tapestry I was hiding behind and made a mental note to send Ems a note thanking her. I myself then turned and made my way to the courtyard despite the winter chill, resolved to avoid the dungeons and my head of house until after dinner.

~*~*~

I’m quite proud of what I have written here and for my first fanfiction ever I don’t think I’ve done too shabby of a job. But, with that, since this post is a little longer than normal, I shall let you go.

Remember: dot your  your j’s and cross your t’s! ᕱ__ᕱ 

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

Ragnar is a Slytherin and Athelstan is his Hufflepuff boyfriend, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Scenarios/Ideas to script in your Hogwarts DR —

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> Playing Hide And Seek around the castle with your friends (group)

> Pranking Filch 🫢🤭

> Dancing to your song with your S/O

> Karaoke in your dorm w/ your dorm mate(s)

> Swim day at the black lake with your friends (or date w/ your S/O 😏)

> Hunting for potions ingredients in the forbidden forest w/ Luna

> Helping Hagrid with magical creatures

> Put puking pastels in peoples drinks in the great hall

> Play music during Umbridges lesson when she’s not looking

> Write love notes to someone pretending to be someone else and drop/leave it somewhere random

> Race Oliver Wood around Hogwarts on a broom

> Confuse your friends/CC/ S/O with slang, saying, trends or inside jokes from this reality

> Bully Crabbe and Goyle 😇🤫

> Speak in another language for a whole day to your S/O or CC

> Jinx Draco with a dancing jinx

> Play Gobbstones 🤷‍♀️

> Start a prank war with other houses or your year level

> Duel a Professor and try to beat them (Professor Snape 😬)

> True or Dare with truth serum (Bit basic but classic 👌)

> Have a bonfire at night at the black lake with your friends, CC(s) and S/O

> Have a band at Hogwarts that play at house parties or special occasions/events

A/n: Let me know if you want me to do more or if you have any ideas you want me to write. This is my first post and I hope you like it 🫣😅

This! A drawing I made mid-class in an index card and color pencils-

It's just a Harry Potter related doodle :)