Are you going to do the first kiss series? I love this blogg btw! I can't belive how amazing this is 😍
firstly, we have been silent forever - we’re sorry.
secondly, it was originally in our plans to do a series which went on to describe the first kisses of the actbw ship universe (i’m assuming this is what you’re asking about?), but unfortunately both of us have been incredibly busy recently with our studies. don’t be worried though, it will eventually come when everything holds off a little bit.
thank you for all persevering with us. honestly, if you knew how many half-finished drabbles we both have and how extensively we have worked out this universe, you’d probably think we’re really sad.
and finally for a bit of self-promotion elsewhere, if you’re interested in any of our other writings or edits (which are quite extensive, especially in the marauders era if you’re into that thing) feel free to follow us both at @dorcasdeadowes and @andremuslupin
the lovely and talented people over at Spark Life ( @sparkitors ) asked me to do some Harry Potter illustrations for their site! everyone’s been so nice and it’s been the best experience. i’ll be posting the rest of the drawings i did for them on my tumblr over the next few days, or you can see the full series here!
first up, teddy and victoire. (aka beauty and the punk)
EACH SUNDAY, POST SIX OR SO SENTENCES FROM A WRITING PROJECT — PUBLISHED, SUBMITTED, IN PROGRESS, FOR YOUR CAT — WHATEVER.
“It isn’t rubbish! It’s a fantastic idea!”
“Domesticating gnomes is an awful idea, James. Truly awful. Firstly they can’t even be domesticated,” sighed his sister.
“Challenge accepted, thank you, Lils.”
“It wasn’t a challenge, idiot. I’m telling you it can’t be done by the best of wizards, let alone someone as stupid as you.”
He ignored her: “We could even train them to de-gnome the garden. Grandma would love that.”
Even Hugo, who was usually so very careful to stay out of the warzone that came with being around the Weasleys, looked up from his book then. “Cannibalism.”
Arithmancy was one of the few subjects where Othello didn’t keep the company of Roxanne. Most of his other subjects she was present for, so come Arithmancy on Monday afternoons Othello usually found himself remaining perfectly silent during the course of the lesson unless, of course, someone were to talk to him but even then this tended to only be a classmate asking for the time or an answer to one of the questions.
Today however would be different.
Today Louis was determined to get to know more about Othello.
One could argue that this would have been easier pursued in the dormitory that they shared, but alas Louis had already recognised that Othello could escape him in their dorm – in class however he could not. He had explained this to Roxanne just that lunchtime, and was faced with a rather disgruntled reply:
“You’re such a creep,” she had huffed, “Why can’t you just talk to him like a normal human being?”
“I am!”
“I mean when you’re not trapping him in your company, Louis!”
She paused then to push her thick curls from her face and look over to the lake, checking up on where she could see her cousin, Rose, with her tongue firmly down Scorpius Malfoy’s throat.
“Fucking hell, why is everyone getting on each other at the moment?!” she asked exasperated, “If Rosie makes Malfoy distracted from Quidditch in my final year I swear I’ll fucking hex-”
Louis had stopped listening at that point; deciding that Roxanne was definitely getting a little bit frustrated. These last six months were probably the longest she had gone without a boyfriend. The sooner summer came around and she could start shagging Alex Wood the better, in Louis’ mind. He didn’t particularly want Roxanne being this grouchy when he eventually managed to get Othello to date him. It would ruin his otherwise perfectly perfect plans.
Lunch being over Louis made a point of getting to Arithmancy early. When he arrived he was pleased to see that Othello was already there; the dark skinned boy’s head buried deep in his textbook, his reading glasses perched just so in the bridge of his nose.
“Anything interesting?” Louis quipped merrily.
Looking up, Othello shook his head. “Not particularly.”
A stunted silence followed. Unsurprisingly Louis was by no means fazed by this; he knew Othello was a quiet soul. His silence was by no means offending. In fact, Louis found his shyness quite endearing.
So he continued: “What did you do this weekend?”
“This weekend? Nothing much,” Othello replied, “Spent most of it with Rox as you probably know.”
Louis did. He knew perhaps too much about his cousin’s life than was healthy. “And when you weren’t with Rox?”
“Sorted out my stamps.”
“Your stamps?”
The blonde haired boy’s blue eyes instantly lit up. This was it; this appeared to be the breakthrough he had been waiting for! Information on Othello obtained from Othello’s own lips. Ha! And he hadn’t even had to get him trapped in class to get such information – the teacher wasn’t even here yet! Louis could not help but look immensely smug.
“Yeah.” Othello’s eyebrows pursed into a slight frown seeing Louis’ glee. He had, to be fair, every right to look so confused.
“So you collect them?”
“The ones my relatives send from abroad,” he nodded before giving a somewhat embarrassed smile, “Which I guess was obvious – we don’t use stamps for domestic post after all.”
The slight darkening of Othello’s cheeks made Louis’ face physically fall into a doting expression. He was about to question Othello further; tell him that he needn’t be embarrassed for, although Othello seemed reluctant to admit it, one couldn’t only say intelligent things all of the time but the clock striking the hour announced the arrival of their classmates and before long Louis and Othello were separated by their classmates - mainly because Othello had rushed in to get away from speaking more on the subject.
“Sit together today?” Penny asked, appearing besides Louis.
Upon seeing that Jennifer Morkins had already taken her usual seat besides Othello, Louis quite reluctantly agreed. Although decided that he and Othello would talk more on stamps later – he would make sure of it.
The Scamanders were a family whose primary concerns traditionally lie in the exploration of knowledge. In particular the knowledge of animals and their magical qualities. It has been said that Rolf Scamander was his grandfather, Newt’s, reincarnation and as such there was no surprise that he found himself quite taken by the curious little witch, Luna, on first meeting her. Nor surprisingly that the pair would go on to have many an adventure with one another over their many happy years of marriage (including the year when they were blessed with the birth of their two sons; Lorcan and Lysander).
Gallus, however, was not so Newt-like as his younger brother. He loved adventurer like the rest of his family, but more than anything he enjoyed the company of a good book. He was perhaps a new breed of Scamanders who questioned why the examination of an animal could not be done from the comfort of an armchair. With such homely ideals, it felt quite natural for him to get married at the age of nineteen to Beatrice Walker, a pretty muggleborn he’d gotten to know in his third year Herbology class, and even more of a great misfortune when after giving him three beautiful children; Othello, Tressell and Viola, Bea passed away quite suddenly.
fic of what really went down in the VIP box when Bill made Victoire switch places with him so she'd stop talking to Teddy
“Rita Skeeter’s watching us,” remarks James, who’s scanning the stadium with his omnioculars. “And writing a lot down … Mum looks annoyed.” “I bet Ginny five galleons she wouldn’t be able to go the whole match without hexing Rita,” says George smugly. “She might as well have given me the money beforehand. There’s no way she’s going to make it. Speaking of which, anyone else up for a prediction or two?” “Brazil to win,” says Albus at once. “Brazil aren’t going to win, Al,” James scoffs. “Their defence is too weak –” “Don’t let Rita see the kids betting, George,” Hermione cuts in warningly. “She’ll have a field day.” “All right, all right. I suppose the good thing is that since we can see her over there, we know she’s not in here …” “Unless there are two of her,” says James, a comment that sends a collective shudder through the box. “If you were my child I’d ground you for that,” Ron tells him, looking sick. The entrance of the Veela suspends conversation amongst roughly half of the family; only Teddy, of the wizards present, seems immune as he and Victoire talk, apparently both deeply interested in what the other has to say. They don’t even look up when the Brazilian mascots appear, seemingly oblivious to the cheers from the crowd.
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