Amanda | Slytherclaw | Hogwarts Legacy Fan Nurse | Doodles to Destress | Asks and Art Trades Welcome Ancient Legacy AO3 | MC's Carina Savage - Orpheus Kerr - Tobias Ardis - The Blake Twins| Header by the wonderful @lyra-prag
Backstory - OG Character Sheet 1 - Sheet 2 - MC Collage - Character Inspiration - Carina Star Tarot Lore - Patronus - Boggart - Mirror of Erised - Detention on Valentines - Amortentia - Moodboard
O.W.L.s - Career Aspirations - Student Record - Understand her canon Omina Ship
Read along and learn her story on AO3. Part One actively being rewritten!
Carina x Ominis Screenies(by the absolutely wonderful @lyra-prag): Part 1 - Part 2
OC Ships: Adarina - Catarina
All Three of My MCs Polyjuice.
Orpheus’ Backstory - Character Sheet - Asks - Oil Portrait - Character Inspiration - Moodboard - Student Record
Been There, Done That List in progress… and the Request for OC and NPC victims posts.
Orpheus Screenies! Part 1 - Part 2
Orphelyn Ship - Orphelyn Tag
Drabbles/Oneshots: Initial Storytime Yap - Love at Fist Sight(by ML @creampuffcloudsdreaming)- Letters to Jocelyn - When Letters Bite Back with Jocie POV reblog Hers Alone - Lacewing Flies - Important Things
OCKiss Heartbreak
Golden Lyre Ship - Golden Lyre Tag
Drabbles/Oneshots: Midnight at the Owlery and Screenies - The Morning After <=(both by the talented and sweet @lyra-prag)=> -To Find Happiness
Askerr? Situationship - OCkiss Playful: Wrong Girl, Right View - Impulse: Aurora Asp x Orpheus Kerr(by the talented and wonderful @barnabyjr)
Intro character sheet with backstory and screenies - Oil portrait - Detention Slip - Amortentia Tag game - O.W.L.s - Moodboard - Character Inspiration - Student Record
Family: Arsonus Ardis(belonging to @shanethehufflepuff) Tobi’s chaotic younger cousin
Best Friends: Lawrence(Wren) Kelly, Lukai Reinhart, Edmund Darborne and Anya Diggory
Tonya Ship: Mooncalves and Other Realizations - (Not Actually) A Date Screenies - Avis… An Academic Crisis… - Fire Burn by the wonderful Laura - Shortbread Cookies
The Ravenclaw Twins: Amanda and Devon Blake - Devon Oil Portrait - Amanda Oil Portrait
The OG MC: The Ravenclaw Amanda and OC ask
Amus Things…
Art vs Artist 2025 - Amus Art - Amanda Learns Oil Portraits - Amus Writes - Amus Asks - Amanda’s Kilt Boys - Amanda’s OC Family Tree
"Anya is like a classical melody carrying through a summer’s sigh" - @creampuffcloudsdreaming
General Info
Anya is a year younger than our main cast, aims to be a professional singer and loves mooncalves more than anything. She also loves watching Quidditch and even plays herself in her seventh year (Seeker).
For a Hufflepuff she is surprisingly ambitious, striving to be the best in everything she takes up. That's why she takes part in nearly every club Hogwarts has to offer, be it gobstones, summoner's court, Crossed Wands, chess or the Frog Choir. In the latter, she becomes responsible for coaching the newcomers and sort them based on voice range. During summer, she also has professional singing lessons.
All this means she barely has a second to herself, always either working for school, the extracurriculars or being out with friends.
Fun facts:
always has cold hands
steals lends her friends' sweaters and collects them in her bed, where she sleeps between them like in a nest
Thanks for the template @syrooo
Family:
She was born as Anastasia Diggory on the 18th of June 1876. Her mother and older sibling lovingly call her Nastya, while her father prefers to call her Anya. As she grew up, she started introducing herself that way, too.
The Diggorys are a an old pureblood family., however, they, like the Weasleys, are accounted as "blood traitors" by the more traditional familys.
Her father Lucas Diggory oversees the floo network at the ministry and spends his free time gardening.
Her mother Daria Diggory (neé Belova) worked in the same departement in the russian ministry and they met while negotiating possible connections between the countries. After they got married, they moved to a lovely village in Devon named Ottery St. Catchpole.
Anya has an older sibling named Connor. They are generally close, even though she was a menace of a younger sister through most of their childhood, always trying to get Connor's attention. Connor on the other hand always felt a strong protectiveness and affection for their sister.
When they were still small children, she asked them to try her self made mud soup and started crying when they faked it, resulting in Connor feeling bad enough to actually eat it. This event is one of the earliest memories for both of them.
Throughout their childhood, this behaviour from Anya would continue, knowing that she could get anything she wanted from her sibling if she only pouted enough.
Meanwhile, Connor turned out to be a golden child: always listening, following rules, excelling at studies with ease while still being well loved by their peers. The pride that was constantly displayed by their parents resulted in Anya feeling a need to prove that she's just as good, which is the reason for her ambitious study plan. While she still adored Connor, she came to resent them a bit for their apparent perfection that seemed to set the standards for her.
However, the siblings relationship changed when Connor turned 13. By then, they finally dare to voice their struggle with gender identity, which started basically as soon as they entered puberty. Connor is non-binary, which took them a while to figure out and some more time to connect this new identity with the one he had for the longest time (as the firstborn son and as an older brother, which are both roles that come with a lot of expectations). Connor goes by he/him mostly, for convenience (and they don't care about pronouns that much either way), but that naturally takes away credibility when they try to explain their gender indentity. When Hogwarts supported them by letting them access the girl's dormitories as well as the boy's ones (which they could do from their first year on), Connor was incredibly happy and relieved.
Anya is the first person Connor confides in, which makes her realise that even her "perfect brother" had struggles. She is very open minded, accepting them without a second thought and doing her best to adjust the way she talks about them, even when Connor insists she doesn't have to. This conversation is healing for both of them, helping them to find back to the close relationship they had as children.
Connor loves to meddle in Anya's love life, partly out of protectiveness, partly because they still love to annoy each other.
The siblings occasionally talk to the portrait of Eldritch Diggory, who is very proud of his great (great great)-grandchildren. The two also spent their childhood often visiting their granduncle and aunt Eddie and Helen Thistlewood and still have close relationships with them, resulting in many weekend visits while they're at Hogwarts.
Friendships
Inner circle:
Edmund Darborne (by @creampuffcloudsdreaming )
Tobias Ardis (by @amus2110 )
Her two closest friends. She meets them in her first year while they both serve detention when she wants to ask Professor Weasley about her homework. She ends up joining in their conversation and the three of them hit it off. You rarely see one without the other two, with Anya & Tobi giving Mund safety and cheering him up, Anya & Mund helping Tobi with his studies and Tobi & Mund making sure Anya takes time off to relax.
Kalomira Kratides
Kit Lawless
Both girls are classmates of Anya and her closest female friends. Kira is just smart as her, but in different subjects, which means they can learn from each other. Kit is more carefree and loves gossiping. She drags the other two girls along to every party. They never rest, but laugh a lot together.
Phineas Black II
One of her oldest, but most unlikely friendships. They share a music teacher as kids and get along well. Since the Diggorys are purebloods (even though they're not as well respected anymore), Black sees no harm in allowing hos son to be friends with her. This results in Anya spending time at Grimmauldplace during many summers.
Outer circle:
Through her many hobbies, she meets many students and makes friends with nearly everyone.
Relationships:
Adair Wood (by @moonstonesandemma )
She met him when she was studying on the Quidditch ranks during Gryffindor's training. He came over to her afterwards and started flirting. Since her room mates kept bugging her over her lack of romantic relationships, she thought she might as well go along with it. What she didn't expect was to actually fall for him, but it's what happens. She is self confident enough to handle the inevitable heartbreak, but forever keeps a soft spot in her heart for him as her first love.
Tobias Ardis
After the breakup, she is being comforted a lot by her friends, especially him. She eventually starts seeing him in a new light. He has been in love with her basically since they met and would gladly accept a change in their relationship. But as close as they are, every hint they give about their feelings is interpreted as the usual behaviour of a close friend. The people around them - especially Connor - aren't as blind and go nearly insane watching them dance around it.
After Hogwarts
Her career is less glamorous than she thought, as she ends up working for the ministry (in the animagi registration). She still keeps her love of music and singing.
Hufflepuff just got absolutely steamrolled by Slytherin.
His best friend Felix Nott caught the Snitch, got the girl, and somehow managed to look annoyingly handsome while doing both.
His captain correctly identifies that he spent most of the match staring at either the Slytherin Seeker or the purple-eyed witch in the stands instead of doing his actual job.
Featuring:
A Hufflepuff team sharing a single braincell
Seeker:
Lupin Engel taking a nap before, during, and possibly after the match by @speedysart
Keeper:
Althea Moonlace trying to captain a group of idiots by @amethystandemma
Beater:
Marlowe Brooks (mine)
Liam Calloway adopting the entire team by @baby-snakey
Chaser:
Soren Falkner performing miracles by @stein0806
Orpheus Kerr being one minor inconvenience away from a murder charge by @amus2110
Luca Juniper Bellandi discovering that positive thinking does not, in fact, stop Slytherin from scoring by @mavenantonia
Other guests:
Slytherins Seeker: Puppy boy Felix Nott by @sunkissedtrampolin3
Slytherins Beater: Silas Nott attempting homicide via Bludger by @sunkissedtrampolin3
Slytherins Keeper: Is he real? Arthur Montgomery by @/darkartswithsallow
Larissa Shelby by @sunkissedtrampolin3
Reika Kaguya (mine)
In short: Marlowe discovers that being distracted by one attractive person is manageable. Being distracted by two is a health hazard.
Thank you all for lending me your OCs for this one-shot! It was so much more fun getting to write all their different personalities instead of filling the team with random placeholder names.
Sorry that we got absolutely destroyed by Slytherin, though.
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By the time I shoved open the locker room door, our first Chaser, Luca Bellandi, was already standing on a bench.
“Today,” he announced dramatically, pointing at what he thought was his audience, “we prove once and for all that Hufflepuff is the superior house.”
A boot flew through the air, slamming into the wall behind him. I was pretty sure Althea Moonlace missed on purpose. Bellandi barely ducked out of the way.
“Get down before I throw the other one,” Moonlace barked.
Bellandi grinned. “Captain, your faith in me is inspiring.”
“My faith in you lot is nonexistent, seeing you joke around when we have one of the hardest games of the year. The younger Nott will be playing as their Seeker today.”
So Silas was actually letting Felix play for once. It was about time. He’s their best.
Not that I’d ever tell him. Or my team.
But my team didn’t need a reminder that this was going to be difficult.
Orpheus Kerr, our second Chaser, looked like he was attending a funeral. Or planning one.
His jaw ticked as he stared at the floor. The guy looked ready to murder our opponents with his bare hands, as if we’d already lost the game. Man, have a little faith in us.
Our third Chaser didn’t look much better, though there was less violence in the way he tightened the straps on his gloves. Not yet, at least.
Soren Falkner was a contradiction I didn’t know what to do with. Calm and composed even when I told him his Potions looked like utter rubbish, but on the field?
Man went nuts.
The somersaults he pulled off when enemies sent Bludger after Bludger his way made me question whether he had secretly been trained by tightrope walkers.
Liam Calloway appeared out of nowhere, startling me slightly, carrying enough food to feed an army. One could think he was our personal cook when he should really have my back as the second Beater on the field.
“Eat.”
I looked at the sandwich being shoved into my hands. “I’m not hungry.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’ve said that every practice for three weeks.”
“And?”
“And you’re eating the sandwich.”
I opened my mouth to argue. He pushed the sandwich against my face anyways.
“Eat.”
I took a bite and Calloway nodded with satisfaction before immediately moving on to terrorize someone else.
The fucker still didn’t know I was allergic to nuts, and thank the gods above he hadn’t put any into his vile creation this time. I had to fake diarrhea the last time he force-fed me. Didn’t want to hurt the asshole’s feelings.
Lupin Engel was still half asleep in the corner. His broom rested across his knees while his eyes remained closed.
“Is he sleeping?” Bellandi asked.
“Probably,” Kerr answered.
“We start in ten minutes.”
“Then he’s power napping.”
Engel raised one thumb without opening his eyes. Our Seeker was fucking nuts.
Moonlace clapped her hands once, and everyone immediately shut the fuck up. Our captain barely reached most of our chests, but somehow managed to be more terrifying than facing Scribner after returning a book a day late. I called that the Althea Effect.
“If you’re done acting like idiots,” she said.
Bellandi raised a hand. Althea shot him down with a single look. Hot.
“We’ve practiced for this match all month. Falkner. Bellandi. Keep the Quaffle moving. Don’t let Slytherin pin you against the hoops.” The two Chasers nodded.
“Kerr.” His eyes lifted. “Try not to kill anyone.”
“No promises.”
“Wonderful.” Her voice suggested it was, in fact, the exact opposite of wonderful.
“Calloway. Brooks.” Her commanding voice startled both of us. “Protect Engel.”
“We always do,” Liam said.
Not true. My goal was to launch as many Bludgers at Nott as possible. Both Notts, actually.
“Engel.” He actually opened one eye. “Catch the Snitch.”
The eye closed again. “Working on it.”
I snorted audibly. Working on it in his dreams. If I hadn’t seen him catch a fucking Snitch with half an arm hanging off after taking a Bludger hit from some Gryffindor bloke, I’d have assumed he’d won his position in a lottery. The bastard was absurdly good. Which somehow made the whole sleeping thing even more annoying. The fucker looked half-dead in a patch of sunlight all day, only to suddenly wake up and bring you a bird twice his size. Hopefully, he’d bring us a small golden bird today.
Normally, I’d have bet my entire savings pouch on Lupin catching the Snitch before the opposing Seeker even knew it was there.
But would he be better than Felix?
Silas had benched him until now. Whether it was because he didn’t trust his little brother not to show off and lose them the match, or because he was secretly holding back a weapon, I wasn’t entirely sure.
Based on previous antics between the two of us though, I was willing to bet it was the latter.
If Silas chose to unleash the pup on the field today, we were in for a hell of a ride.
We flew together from time to time, whether it was to blow off steam after a particularly demanding Potions class with Sharp or because we needed a Butterbeer from Hogsmeade on a Friday night.
Half the time, he looked less like he was flying and more like he was falling in exactly the right direction.
The first time I’d seen him pull out of a dive, I was fairly certain he’d die.
The second time, I was fairly certain he was showing off for the purple-eyed witch watching our late-night training session.
The third time, I’d realized he was just insane.
Unfortunately, insanity worked surprisingly well in Quidditch.
A towel hit me square in the face. I pulled it off and found myself staring into Althea’s cerulean eyes.
“Focus, Brooks.”
“I am focused.”
“Your hair’s purple. You’re clearly not.”
Right. Grey was for focus. Purple was for… whatever.
Luca nearly fell off the bench laughing. Unfortunately for him, Althea’s attention immediately shifted.
“You.” He straightened so fast I thought he’d pulled a muscle.
“If you miss an open goal again, I’m making you run laps until those arms are too tired for all your dramatic gesturing.”
His expression turned horrified. “You wouldn’t.”
“I absolutely would.”
“That’s cruel. I’ve already been doing extra training sessions.”
“That’s Quidditch.”
Calloway patted his shoulder. “You’ll be fine. You’ve only missed six this week.”
Bellandi looked genuinely betrayed.
The locker room erupted into laughter.
Even Kerr smirked. Just a little.
Falkner shook his head, though I caught the corner of his mouth twitching as he tightened his gloves one last time.
For all her threats and thrown footwear, Althea was smiling too. Tiny. Barely noticeable. But it was there. She believed we’d win.
Not because she thought Slytherin was weak. Not because she was delusional. Because she believed in us.
In Luca, who couldn’t stop talking. In Liam, who mothered half the bloody team. In Soren, who flew like a man possessed whenever a Quaffle was involved. In Orpheus, who looked like he wanted to start a fistfight before every match but somehow always kept his head in the game. In Lupin, who was probably asleep again.
And, somehow, in me.
Looking around the room, I realized I did too.
I wouldn’t call them friends. That sounded far too sentimental. But if someone else called them my friends, I probably wouldn’t argue. Most of the time, the fuckers were pretty decent company.
Then Althea opened the door. The roar of the crowd crashed into the room as her gaze swept over each one us one last time.
“Let’s try not to embarrass ourselves.”
Coming from our captain, that was practically a heartfelt speech.
And useless.
The game went to shit remarkably fast.
Not immediately. For the first few minutes I was still foolish enough to believe we stood a chance, foolish enough to think that maybe today would be the day Slytherin got knocked off their throne, but that illusion lasted exactly until Silas Nott sent a Bludger at my head hard enough to make me see my ancestors.
From that point onward, the match became deeply personal.
Which was unfortunate for the rest of my team because I spent the next hour returning the favor with religious devotion.
I vaguely remember Althea shouting strategies at us from somewhere across the pitch. I vaguely remember Bellandi scoring at least once. Maybe twice. Honestly, I couldn’t tell.
My entire world had narrowed down to one objective: Make Silas Nott miserable. The bastard seemed to share that goal.
We spent so much time trying to murder each other with Bludgers that I’m fairly certain we forgot there was an actual Quidditch match happening around us.
Every time I sent one his way, he knocked it back.
Every time he sent one mine, I returned the gesture.
At one point we nearly collided midair while both trying to redirect the same Bludger and exchanged insults that would’ve earned us detention if any professor had been close enough to hear them.
Much to my dismay, Silas was annoyingly good. To make matters worse, so was the rest of his team.
Whenever I managed to tear my attention away from my ongoing blood feud, I caught glimpses of the disaster unfolding around us.
Calloway was having the worst day of his life trying to keep Sebastian Sallow occupied. Every time he successfully drove away one Bludger, Sallow somehow had another one flying toward our Chasers before Liam could even catch his breath.
Falkner, meanwhile, was performing miracles.
The bastard flew through defenders as if they were little more than inconvenient weather, sending Quaffle after Quaffle toward the hoops with a precision that should’ve earned him a personal apology from every single one of us.
Unfortunately for Soren, Slytherin’s Keeper was an absolute menace.
I watched shot after shot get denied by fingertips, broom handles, knees, elbows and, at one particularly insulting moment, what appeared to be divine intervention.
Arthur Montgomery couldn’t possibly have been that good.The fact that he clearly was only made it worse.
Kerr looked one missed goal away from committing an actual crime, Bellandi‘s grin had long since disappeared, and somewhere behind us Althea was probably reconsidering every life choice that had led her to captain this team.
Rei was watching.
There she was, seated between Larissa Shelby and Ominis Gaunt, seemingly narrating the game to both of them with equal excitement, her amethyst eyes sparkling in the late afternoon sun whenever something on the pitch caught her attention.
Or someone.
She wasn’t wearing yellow.
But at least she wasn’t wearing green either.
True to herself, she’d refused to wear anything green outside the classroom, so she’d charmed her clothes purple once again. The color caught every stray ray of sunlight, making her stand out even amongst a sea of silver and emerald.
Even seated in the Slytherin bleachers, obviously there to cheer for Felix, she still looked entirely, stubbornly like herself.
A small victory. Pathetic that I’d count it as one, but I’d take what I could get.
A flash of yellow caught my eye just in time to see a Bludger slam into Calloway‘s ribs with enough force to send him clean off his broom.
Liam folded instantly, disappearing into open air while the Hufflepuff stands erupted in horrified shouting. Madam Kogawa‘s whistle rang across the pitch, but before I could spare the situation another thought, a Bludger screamed past my ear.
Fuckass Nott.
I jerked my broom sideways, narrowly avoiding the shot, and whatever concern I’d had for Calloway was immediately replaced by the considerably more urgent problem of Silas Nott trying to cave my skull in.
Then there was Felix.
Silas hadn’t unleashed a Seeker. He’d unleashed a golden retriever with absolutely no regard for his own safety.
Felix dove after the Snitch with the enthusiasm of a man chasing a thrown stick, throwing himself into turns that should have snapped his broom in half and pulling out of dives so late that half the audience screamed before he casually recovered and kept going.
He shot past me with that stupid, wide puppy grin of his.
“TRY ME, GRANDAD!”
Fucker.
Grey bled through my hair, the color of focus. I was very focused right now. Not distracted in the slightest by Rei. Or him.
Not by the way his laugh carried over the pitch even with the crowd roaring around us. Not by the sunlight catching on the edges of his honey brown hair.
I was about to send a Bludger straight into his sinfully carved mouth when his fuckass brother blocked it again and scored in the same movement.
Of course he did.
Slytherin was on fire. Not literally, sadly. Also not like my hair, where angry red had already started creeping through the tips. But they were absolutely beating our asses.
We were about to lose.
Even Engels, with all his catlike grace, couldn’t keep up with Felix today. Not with his brother feeding him perfect opportunities. Not with half the school screaming his name from the stands.
Especially not today, when his girl was watching.
His girl.
Apparently, he and Rei now were a thing. At least, that’s what everyone kept saying.
We were so far behind now that even the Snitch couldn’t save us. A victory on the scoreboard was gone.
A victory in the war Felix and I had been fighting ever since we’d both crashed into the same purple-eyed witch in the library?
That one was still up for grabs.
I shot toward the Slytherin stands before the match had even properly settled, ignoring the eruption of cheers around me.
“Nott! Nott! Nott!”
Of course the bastard had caught the Snitch.
Fine.
I’d catch his girl instead.
I landed in front of Reika and forced my hair purple. Her favorite color.
“A little cheering up for the loser?” I asked.
Her smile appeared instantly. Gods, that smile.
“Oh, don’t feel bad. You played great.”
“Not as great as you look today.”
The blush that spread across her cheeks did ridiculous things to my stomach.
Unfortunately, I knew that grin on Larissa Shelby’s face. Knew the arch of Ominis Gaunt’s eyebrow. Felix was already on his way over.
I leaned in just a little closer…
Then he pulled up beside us, balancing lazily on his broom with the Snitch dangling from one hand. His robes were a mess. His hair was worse. There was a scratch on his cheek he probably hadn’t even noticed.
My eyes caught on it anyway.
“You could’ve just said hello,” I said. “No need for the theatrics.”
“I am saying hello,” he answered, not even sparing me a glance.
Oh, he was absolutely getting punched later.
Rei’s blush deepened. Her eyes flicked to him. Then back to me. For a brief second, I caught something that looked suspiciously like apology there. Then she looked back at Felix.
Always back at Felix.
“You know, you could’ve just asked for my attention,” she said to him when I am literally standing right here asking.
“I did,” Felix said, lifting the Snitch. “Loudly.”
You did not, shithead.
“Asking someone usually involves a question.”
Smart girl.
“Rules? From you? At a time like this?”
Yes. Keep talking. Keep digging your own grave.
“Felix.”
The warning in her voice should’ve worried him. Instead, it made him grin.
“Right. Question. Can I kiss you, or do I have to keep dangling here until gravity finally makes me clever?”
Reika laughed. The kind of laugh people only gave someone they already belonged to.
I didn’t stay to watch what happened next and I ignored the part of me that wasn’t sure which one of them I couldn’t bear to look at.
The walk back to my teammates was miserable.
Getting your ass handed to you in front of the entire school was one thing. Getting your ass handed to you while your best friend caught the Snitch, got the girl, and somehow managed to look annoyingly handsome while doing both was quite another. The lecture we were about to get from our captain suddenly seemed like the least of my problems.
The locker room was unusually quiet when I stepped inside.
Kerr sat on a bench, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor with such murderous intensity that I briefly wondered whether the Daily Prophet would report a sudden decline in the local poacher population tomorrow. ‚Blowing off some steam‘, as he’d call it.
Across from him, Falkner was stripping off his gloves with precise, deliberate movements. Calm. Far too calm. Only his eyes betrayed him, sharp and stormy as they stared at nothing in particular. He lasted another ten seconds. Then he stood so abruptly that the bench scraped against the floor and stormed out of the locker room without a single word. Nobody stopped him. Nobody was stupid enough to.
Bellandi opened his mouth. Closed it again. A rare occurrence.
“Right,” he announced then. “On the bright side, at least nobody died.”
“Yet,” Kerr added.
Bellandi‘s smile widened. It didn’t reach his eyes.
“Where’s Calloway?” I asked, finally noticing the absence of our second Beater.
“He got taken to the infirmary.” Althea entered last.
The room immediately straightened. Even after a loss. Especially after a loss.
“Because you were too distracted to watch his back,” she shot, ice-fire eyes burning into mine.
“That’s not fair.”
“No?” She stepped closer. “You spent half the match watching the Slytherin stands or chasing their Seeker.”
“I was doing my job.”
“You were obsessing over Nott.”
“He was a threat.”
“So was the Bludger that sent Calloway to the infirmary.” That one landed.
“Everyone out,” she then proclaimed, and not even Jobberknolls could’ve moved faster than my teammates.
Well, except for Engel, who already looked like he was waking up from an inconvenient nap rather than losing the fuckass match of the year.
“Not you, Brooks.”
I was in trouble.
The door clicked shut behind the others.
“You weren’t watching your team.”
I was in big trouble.
“I wasn’t distracted.”
Althea let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Your hair was purple before kickoff.”
Right. That.
“You spent half the match staring at the stands.”
“I was watching the game.”
“You were watching people in the game.”
“I was not.”
“Calloway ended up in the infirmary.”
I didn’t have an answer to that because I already felt fucking awful about it.
Because she was right. It was my fault.
My fucking fault that I’d been distracted by purple eyes in the bleachers while searching the pitch for green ones weaving around me.
But I wasn’t about to admit that.
Because acknowledging that she was right would mean acknowledging why she’d been right in the first place, and I wasn’t touching that particular problem with a ten-foot broomstick.
“Want to see what a real distraction looks like?” I asked. Deflection. My oldest and most reliable strategy.
“Try me.” Somehow, it worked.
That was all the invitation I needed.
I closed the distance between us, caught her by the waist, and kissed her before either of us could say something we’d regret.
The moment my brain caught up with what I was doing, I realized I was completely and utterly fucked.
For one, I was currently making out with our captain in a locker room where anyone could walk in, and Hogwarts gossip spread faster than dragon pox.
For another, as soon as my eyes closed, my brain insisted on supplying the wrong faces.
I found the cutest picrew!!! I absolutely adore it!!
Hence why I made 3!! 🤭. This one is really unique because it actually has the Hogwarts robes!! But anyways! I made a regular one, winter, and then summer! Make as little or as many as you like!!
NP Tags (sorry I went a bit crazy): @lyra-prag @creampuffcloudsdreaming @syrooo @amus2110 @monyokami @mosswalkers @colettening @pearlevie @sage-pages @alliezarin @sallowsoul @pierrot-dokki @4t33n4g3d1rtb4gbby @violetmcdowelliscool @myokk @honeyed-blossom @siegvat @soapallo @galaxydrawsblog @light-of-the-room
I know I’m so late to this okay but I really wanted to do it 😭
We have Beetaria with lovely @creampuffcloudsdreaming and Catarina with @amus2110 💙💜 (different ages because I like to think Catty is usually year older than her lover. That and also they met in different years maybe??)
Here’s a sheet with Catty if anyone would like to join!!
Team "Holy fuck I really wanna be your friend but either I can't work up the courage to talk to you or every time I talk to you I feel like I'm bothering you or making you really uncomfortable".
Happy birthday Orpheus, I hope your day is going well. My friends, sister, and myself have baked you a vanilla cake with pecan frosting in celebration.
We've been in the kitchen since the crack of dawn, and after a couple of failed attempts, and my sister getting put in time out, we finally finished it.
Unfortunately we aren't able to deliver the cake ourselves due to busy schedules and classes, so we sent Sammy. Hopefully the cake and this letter reaches you safely, granted, if Sammy hasn't eaten it by the time this letter gets delivered to you.
Best wishes,
Lennox D. & Co.
P.s. if Sammy has eaten the cake by the time you are reading this letter, Aleks invites you to the cafe in Hogsmeade to make up for it! (from JJ)
Thank you. Hope the cake was good Sammy.
Definitely taking Aleks up on his offer! At least Sammy is cute and looks content.
Happy birthdayyyyy!! I hope this is such a wonderful day for you!!
I’m hoping to bake some cookies later… and I may have picked something up from Jocie? Is that her name? She’s seems very sweet, but wild. Sorry, I got distracted. I may send some pecan cluster cookies later for you!
I cant believe it’s already your birthday as well!! I’m wishing you well!!
Sending my love,
Willow Henderson
PS Thorne said he had something for you as well. Please prepare yourself, he can be a lot sometimes
ORPHEUSSSS
Liezel is too shy to send you a message herself, so I'm doing it on their behalf and wishing your handsome butt a happy birthday! Don't go in the kitchen cause I think Liezel and Inara might be preparing you a pecan pie (actually, Inara's not allowed near the oven, but she gets points for participation ✊😔), but don't tell them I told you or I'll get my ass beat 😭
- Evie
Evie, Orpheus offers his thanks!
Though good luck keeping him out of the kitchens, especially since he fixes all of his food himself. He won’t say anything cause he is not a snitch. He will however enjoy watching two ladies make him something sweet.
Happy birthdayyyyy!! I hope this is such a wonderful day for you!!
I’m hoping to bake some cookies later… and I may have picked something up from Jocie? Is that her name? She’s seems very sweet, but wild. Sorry, I got distracted. I may send some pecan cluster cookies later for you!
I cant believe it’s already your birthday as well!! I’m wishing you well!!
Sending my love,
Willow Henderson
PS Thorne said he had something for you as well. Please prepare yourself, he can be a lot sometimes
