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VII. Beneath The Bandages

❛ don’t you think i know exactly where i stand? this world is forcing me to hold your hand ❜

♪ just a girl by no doubt

Audrey’s Perspective

To say the first Care of Magical Creatures lesson had gone poorly would be an understatement—it had been an outright disaster. While I bore no personal grudge against Hagrid, it was hard not to feel that he'd handled the entire affair with a troubling degree of recklessness. His intentions may have been good, but the execution left much to be desired. For a first lesson, it was an incredibly chaotic introduction.

To begin with, he’d handed us a textbook that quite literally bit, offering no explanation on how to safely handle it. That alone should have been a warning sign. But the real trouble began when he introduced us to the hippogriff—magnificent, yes, but also notoriously temperamental creatures. Letting two students ride one without direct supervision was a bold move, to say the least. It all spiraled from there.

When Malfoy was slashed by it, the tension in the air thickened instantly. I won’t pretend I felt any particular sympathy for him—his arrogance and constant need to provoke had made him few friends—but I had to admit, the injury looked painful. The sight of blood and the panic that followed cast a long shadow over the rest of the lesson.

It had been an unforgettable first impression—but not in the way Hagrid had likely hoped. 

In the aftermath, the class dissolved into murmurs and nervous glances. Some students seemed shaken, others visibly thrilled by the drama of it all. Hagrid, to his credit, looked horrified—more wounded than anyone else in the clearing. He had rushed to Malfoy’s side, stammering apologies and fumbling with instructions for someone to fetch Madam Pomfrey.

But the damage had been done—not just to Malfoy’s arm, but to Hagrid’s credibility. It was clear that word of this would spread like Fiendfyre through the castle. And once parents got wind of it—especially someone like Lucius Malfoy—it would be more than just gossip. There’d be letters, possibly complaints to Dumbledore, maybe even Ministry involvement.

As we were dismissed early, I walked back up to the castle with a strange mix of unease and reluctant awe. The lesson had been chaotic and dangerous, yes, but it had also been... real. Not just wand-waving or theory, but a genuine brush with the raw, unpredictable power of magical creatures. As much as I respected Hagrid It was clear this lesson wouldn’t be winning any awards in my mind.

“Oh, I feel terrible for Hagrid,” Ophelia remarked as we made our way to the Great Hall for dinner. Her voice was soft, distracted — she'd been out of sorts for the better part of the day. It wasn’t just Hagrid’s situation weighing on her, though that’s what she claimed. Earlier, she'd even been scolded by Professor McGonagall — a rare occurrence, and a clear sign something was off.

Yes, Ophelia genuinely cared about Hagrid, but it wasn’t the whole story.

“Whats gotten into you?” I asked her.

“It’s Hagrid! Poor thing he looked so devastated… I hope nothing bad happens.” She prompted.

Mmm. Right. Hagrid.

“Nothing to do with a certain Gryffindor who tripped and landed on you after the Buckbeak ride?” I teased.

“That was… that was just an accident. He was clumsy. It meant nothing.” She replied swiftly, averting her gaze.

What she wouldn’t admit — or perhaps chose not to acknowledge — was that her thoughts were far more entangled with Harry than she let on. It had been obvious for a while that she harbored a quiet crush on him, and despite Hagrid’s less-than-stellar first impression, it was the moment Harry lost his balance and fell on top of her after dismounting Buckbeak that seemed to occupy more space in her mind than anything else. Her flushed cheeks afterward said more than words ever could.

“Oh please, you looked like a cursed rosebush. Honestly, I thought Madam Pomfrey might cart you off thinking it was a rash.” I murmured, rolling my eyes.

By dinner, the Great Hall was already buzzing with retellings of the incident, each version more dramatic than the last. “Malfoy almost lost his arm,” someone said near the Ravenclaw table. “The hippogriff tried to eat him,” claimed another. I rolled my eyes but said nothing. The truth was bad enough—it didn’t need embellishment.

To make matters worse, my younger sister Vivienne had been acting unusually preoccupied — and, much to my annoyance, it was all about Malfoy. She kept hovering over me like she was waiting for some grand revelation about the incident. I finally let out an exasperated sigh.

“What is it now, Vivienne?” I groaned, barely hiding my irritation, “If you’re that worried about him, why don’t you go check on him yourself?”

I only said it to stop her pressing me—I never thought she'd actually take it seriously. But before I knew it, I was being dragged to the hospital wing, barely getting to touch my dinner. Every step heavier than the last, my sister at my side, both of us about to face Malfoy. The weight of my words hit me then, far too late.

Thanks to no one but myself, I was dragged by my sister all the way to the hospital wing, where I stood behind her as she pushed the doors open with far too much enthusiasm.

In the hospital wing, there was enough chaos even without Vivienne strutting into the room like she owned the place. Madam Pomfrey— poor soul, was already struggling to drive a group of Slytherins away from the bed Malfoy lay in. She turned to us for a quick moment, unimpressed by our loud entrance, and shot us a warning look as if to say I’ll deal with you later, and she was then shoving four girls out of her way.

“Honestly Vivi, this better be worth it,” I said impatiently, although I was almost certain that it wouldn’t be. The only reason I didn’t protest too much was because I didn’t want to upset Vivienne again. But now, she seemed to have gotten over it, and was exploiting my guilt to the fullest.

As she spotted Draco lying on one of the beds at the far end of the room, reclined dramatically against the pillows like a dying prince, his left arm propped up and wrapped in gauze. I was ready to say “Happy now?” and leave her to moon over Draco Malfoy’s whimpering— because of course he was whimpering. And whimpering he was. Loudly. To the point where even Madam Pomfrey looked ready to throw him out of the window and give him a real injury to cry about.

But Vivienne was far from done there, she rushed to his side, indulging his whining about how painful it was. I reluctantly dragged my feet after her.

“It’s unbelievable,” he was saying to Vivienne, and it seemed that he was ready to complain to anyone with functioning ears, “Do you see the size of this bandage? I could have lost my arm!”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” I groaned out loud. Vivienne gave me a sharp look, astounded by my sudden outburst. From the corner of my eye, I saw Madam Pomfrey raise an eyebrow at me, but didn’t say anything. I suspected she had been waiting for someone to put the moaning boy in his place.

He looked up, and without missing a beat, a wide smirk appeared on his face, “Ah, the voice of reason herself,” he said lazily, “Come to offer your condolences, Audrey?”

“Far from it,” I crossed my arms, “I was dragged here by someone who hasn’t figured out that swooning over you is a tragic waste of time.”

Vivienne turned beet red, looking like she was regretting bringing me there. Malfoy raised a pale eyebrow, looking unfazed.

“I’m flattered, Rosier,” he sneered, “Didn’t know you thought of me as tragic.”

“The only thing tragic about you is your terrible acting,” I snapped, taking a menacing step towards the bed.

He let out a laugh, amused, “Are you that worried about me?”

“Worried? About you?” I scoffed, crossing my arms tighter, “Hardly.  You’ve turned the entire school upside down with your dramatics. No one’s even talking about how terrified Hagrid was, or how much trouble he’s in. It’s all ‘poor Malfoy’ this and ‘did you see the blood’ that—”

“Well, my arm was slashed open by a hippogriff,” he said, raising his bandaged arm like a trophy, “So it is kind of a big deal.”

“You provoked Buckbeak, and you know it,” I said through gritted teeth. Vivienne looked something like a panicked zookeeper trying to tame a wild animal. “Anyone with half a brain knows that.”

“And here you are,” he smirked proudly. None of my remarks seemed to be getting through that thick skull of his.

That’s when I realized how close I had been standing to him. My anger had driven me closer to where his arm was raised. I stopped, dead in my tracks. I meant to step back. Before I could, his arm brushed against my sleeve, not even touching my skin. But it was intentional.

Was this his idea of flirtation? All it did was piss me off even more. But there was a pang in my chest not unlike the time sparks flew on the train a couple nights ago.

God, why did I remember that?!

It took me a few seconds to regain my composure and I took several steps back. I turned to Vivienne, anticipating her reaction without much eagerness. She looked absolutely scandalized. Before either of us could say anything, Madam Pomfrey, who had finally had enough, rose from her seat next to the potions cabinet.

“Okay, girls, enough of this,” she interrupted with a stern look on her face, “Get back to your respective common rooms this instant. And Mr. Malfoy, you can drop the act now, please, leave.”

I shot Malfoy one last triumphant look before I began walking out of the hospital wing. It was now my turn to drag Vivienne after me. Her manner was quite different from before. She now looked thoroughly embarrassed, ready to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“I can’t believe you,” Vivienne hissed.

“I can’t believe you,” I countered, “Serves you right.”

We turned a corner, and reached the point where Vivienne had to take the stairs to the dungeons, where the Slytherin dorms were, and I had to go the other way to the Ravenclaw tower. We paused for a minute, before Vivienne finally spoke.

“I’m never taking you anywhere with me,” she said, sounding absolutely befuddled. But I knew full well she wasn’t going to do anything of the sort.

“Good,” I said indignantly, “That was my intention.”

buni's notes: not audrey turning the tables at the last second XD

delphi's notes: I had sm fun with the cursed rosebush insult hehe.

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this entire chapter is so passive aggressive lmfao

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VI. Jump Then Fall

❛ woah, oh, i’m feeling you, baby, don’t be afraid to jump then fall ❜

♪ jump then fall by taylor swift

Harry’s Perspective

I was in deep trouble.

Which wasn’t abnormal for me, because being the boy who lived came with plenty of life threatening situations. I had been going to Hogwarts for a little over two years, and yet I had already encountered Lord Voldemort at the back of my teacher’s head and a deadly Basilisk, and both times I had barely escaped death. But this time the trouble was of a completely different nature.

I was currently sitting atop a hippogriff, which Hagrid had affectionately nicknamed Buckbeak. I was less than thrilled about it, especially since I noticed the deadly talons and steel-like beak of the half horse, half eagle. Hagrid had slightly unconventional ideas of what a pet is supposed to look like. So far, I had seen him attempt to domesticize a dragon, a huge spider named Aragog and a vicious three headed dog that he named Fluffy. 

As a part of his first Care of Magical Creatures class, he had picked me as a volunteer. Not by choice, though. I was reminded of the fact that I wouldn’t be there if  Malfoy— the menace that he was, hadn’t shoved me to the front. I had bowed in front of Buckbeak, and even went as far as petting him. But flying? That was a whole different task.

And yet, none of these was the trouble. Hagrid offered to send someone with me on Buckbeak, and I, feeling a sense of relief, agreed in a heartbeat. And the person he had sent was none other than Ophelia Sinclair. The trouble was that from the moment Hagrid said her name, my heart kept beating faster and it didn’t seem to be stopping. In fact it seemed to be getting faster by the minute.

Ophelia climbed onto Buckbeak’s back behind me, the action filled with hesitation. Despite my racing heartbeat, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Ophelia was way better with animals than me. I could be sure that Buckbeak wouldn’t decide to drop me mid-flight.

I looked back at Ophelia, who was adjusting herself. Her hair was slightly messy, sticking out here and there, cascading down her neck. I couldn’t help but notice she looked just as beautiful with disheveled hair— maybe more.

God, what am I thinking?!

She met my gaze, and I could see the terror in her eyes. Oddly enough, as her eyes met mine, I felt my face burning up, and words seemed to fail me. I simply turned ahead once again, and as I felt Ophelia inch closer, my heart quickened. What’s happening to me?

Without warning, Hagrid gave Buckbeak a strong slap, and roared, “Alright, then, go on!” His voice was lost in the hippogriff’s movements as its wings flapped open, making a great deal of noise and scattering its feathers everywhere.

Just as Buckbeak shifted beneath us, I felt Ophelia’s hands grab hold of my robes, and in that moment, my racing heart must have stopped beating entirely. It was like I had gone into cardiac arrest. The hippogriff galloped a few steps ahead before taking flight and rising above the green canopy.

Soon, we were soaring above the forest, leaving Hagrid and the other students far below us. It was nothing like a broomstick, and I instantly knew which one I preferred. Buckbeak’s wings were beating uncomfortably near my legs and I felt unsteady, rocking back and forth as the hippogriff flew even higher. I clutched hold of his neck and the glossy feathers were slipping through my fingers but I didn’t dare tighten my grip. The wind was rushing past us, and the moment I caught a glimpse of the forest and school under me, I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Oh my god!” Ophelia was screaming over the sound of the wind. I was trying desperately to distract myself from the fact that her hands were gripping my clothes so tightly, and that she was inching closer to me.

“Harry, open your eyes! Look at the view!” she said, and I heard her smiling. I reluctantly opened my eyes, only to find her face closer to mine than it had ever been. The cold air had no effect as my face instantly heated up once again. 

I shifted my attention to the world beneath me, and I found myself in awe of its beauty. Although it was terrifying to fly atop a hippogriff, the view made it seem worth the fright. The Hogwarts castle stood tall behind us, and the thick foliage of the forbidden forest was right beneath us. The sky was less gloomy today, and it was a dusty shade of blue, with storm clouds sparsely littered everywhere. The Black Lake was glistening ahead of us, and I felt the wind tickling my skin and sending my hair flying in all directions. It was all so breathtaking, that for a moment I had completely forgotten that I was hundreds of feet in the air.

For a moment, I wasn’t the Boy Who Lived, or the kid with a death omen in his tea leaves. I was just... a boy in the sky, with her.

We were now rapidly approaching the Black Lake, and I felt Buckbeak’s wings flapping faster and faster. The pit in my stomach was growing deeper and deeper as the creature dipped lower, as if he was going to dive head on into the water. When the hippogriff’s neck lowered, I heard Ophelia let out a yelp behind me and quickly wrapped her arms around my waist, holding on for dear life.

I was painfully aware of the distance between us— or the lack thereof. My body was now burning up, although the temperature outside was dipping. I had gone completely stiff. I couldn’t move— hell, I couldn’t breathe. I must have forgotten how to. I felt Ophelia breath on the back of my neck. It felt warm against my skin, and I hoped she didn’t notice that goosebumps had appeared on every inch of my body.

Buckbeak was now flying dangerously close to the lake. One wrong move, and we would be in the water. Just when I thought he couldn’t go lower, he did, his falcons dipping in the lake, sending droplets of water splashing on my face. Behind me, I heard Ophelia giggling at the sudden attack of water. I could hear the sound clearly in my ear, as her head rested on my shoulder. It was almost like I was hearing it for the first time. In that moment, I found myself thinking that the sound of her laugh— hearty, loud and supremely real, was worth a hundred of the views I had seen from the sky.

I couldn’t help but join in the laughter, our voices muffling because of the gust of wind as Buckbeak turned back to the forest. There was a new kind of energy surging through my veins as Ophelia’s grip tightened around my waist. It was the most exhilarating thing I had felt in my entire life. Possibly more exhilarating than the flying part. The world around me seemed to melt away, leaving just me and her, as her hands clung to me.

“Are you alright?” she yelled over the roaring wind. The trees under us now blurred into a smear of green as Buckbeak was steadily preparing to land, “You won’t, like, throw up or anything, right?” she asked with a playful chuckle.

“I’m okay,” I said, although I was far from it, “You?”

“Almost,” she answered tentatively, in that usual aloof, mysterious manner she sometimes assumed. 

The students and Hagrid had now come into view as Buckbeak’s legs hit the ground, galloping forward, before stopping with a loud thud. I let out a relieved sigh, as Hagrid and the rest of the class applauded. I couldn’t find it in me to smile, still feeling shaken from the entire ordeal. A hint of disappointment came over me as Ophelia let go of me.

“Well done, Harry, Ophelia, well done!” Hagrid was clapping harder than anyone, and there was a proud grin on his face— which I had suspected had more to it than our successful flight on Buckbeak. 

He was helping Ophelia down, and she pushed herself off Buckbeak and stumbled a little as her feet hit the ground again. I couldn’t help but think that it was kind of cute, and the corners of my lips went up ever so slightly. 

I threw my leg over Buckbeak’s back, and jumped down. My feet felt as if they weren’t mine, and I stumbled even harder than Ophelia. I went crashing right into her, most ungracefully, as I clumsily grabbed a hold of her shoulders as she took a hold of my forearms to steady me. 

“Oh, bloody hell— I’m so sorry—”

I was incredibly embarrassed at myself for humiliating myself in front of her. Ophelia, on the other hand, seemed to find it incredibly funny. She had helped me stand up straight (by placing her hands on my waist again, which was sending me into another cardiac arrest), and was laughing hysterically, “Serves you right for laughing at me,” she said through giggles.

Laughing at her?

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” a smile betrayed my countenance as I couldn’t help it when I heard her laughing.

“Sure, you weren’t,” she said, unconvinced, still half-giggling. It was by far one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard.

“How’m I doin’ on me’ firs’ day?” Hagrid interrupted us. The glint in his eyes seemed to suggest he was somehow reading my thoughts.

“Amazing!” Ophelia chirped before I could find the words, “No one could have done it better than you, Hagrid.”

“Yeah, you’re doing great!” I joined in. Ophelia had run off to join Audrey, and Hagrid’s gaze was fixed on me, and then after a few (rather uncomfortable) moments, slowly— but surely, he winked at me.

I stared at him.

Oh no.

Did he know too?

Great, now the boy who lived was going to blush himself into a coma.

The moment shattered when Buckbeak reared, Malfoy yelped, and the world returned to normal— or at least, as normal as things got around here.

Malfoy deserved it, of course. Everyone muttered it under their breath, Hermione looked proud, and Ron was already plotting how to work this into a late-night retelling in the common room.

But I couldn't join in. Not properly.

Because even as Malfoy limped away and Hagrid flapped around him apologetically, my mind was still stuck somewhere between the clouds and her laughter.

That laugh — wild, real, and a little reckless — it was echoing in my ears long after the wind had died down. I didn’t know what to do about it yet. I didn’t even know what it was. But I knew this— I wanted to hear it again.

I looked across the field, saw her with Audrey, her hands moving animatedly as she recounted the flight. I wondered if she’d tell the part where I nearly fell on her. I hoped she would. I hoped she wouldn’t.

My feet finally remembered how to move, and I trudged back to Ron and Hermione, who were already giving me that look.

“What?” I asked.

Ron raised an eyebrow. “Nothing,” he said far too innocently, “Just— that was quite a landing.”

Hermione smirked. “And quite a take-off, too. Though I’m more curious about what happened in the air.”

“Oh, shut up,” I mumbled, heat crawling up my neck again.

They didn’t press. Not really. But I could feel it— a shift. Not just in me, but in everything. The sky had opened something in me, and now I didn’t quite know how to close it.

Behind me, Buckbeak let out another proud screech, wings flaring. Malfoy was still moaning dramatically on the ground, and Hagrid looked like he might cry or strangle someone.

It should’ve been chaos. It was chaos. But somehow, in the middle of all of it, everything had gone quiet in my chest. And all I could think about was the sound of her laughter— and the way it made me feel like I could fall and still somehow land on my feet.

buni's notes: the only time a man's opinion ever mattered

delphi's notes: Draco was asking for it frfr

TABLE OF CONTENTS next chapter: september 21st, sunday

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jump then fall is literally their song omg

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III. Under Watchful Eyes

❛ i wanna find you in a crowdjust to hide from you❜

♪ so high school by taylor swift

Ophelia’s Perspective

The five of us— Harry, Hermione, Ron and Audrey were huddled up together amidst the other students. We all stood close to each other, trying our very best to fight the cold air. Dementors circled the castle, but they were too high up in the sky to do much harm, to my relief.

Nobody said anything as we waited patiently until Hagrid arrived, the carriages pulled by the Thestrals, which were horse-like creatures that could only be seen by people who had witnessed someone dying. To me they were just horseless carriages pulling themselves.

Meeting Hagrid’s gaze, I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. I felt his huge arms pat my back affectionately as he said with endearment, “Ophelia! Great to see yer!”

“I missed hanging out with you,” I said, smiling, glad to see him after three whole months. Hagrid was not only the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, but he also shared my love of animals. I had been in such low spirits when the ministry took him away to Azkaban the previous term. He had been accused of opening the Chamber of Secrets— which was total rubbish. Hagrid would never do such a thing.

“I need to show you my new pet later,” I told him fondly, as we began stepping into the carriage. He gave me a big, toothy grin and waved goodbye as he said, “I’ll look forward to it, I will!”

One by one, we stepped into the carriages, which were thankfully nice and warm. The fog was thicker than ever, curling against the glass of the carriage like it wanted in. The castle loomed somewhere ahead, but we were swallowed by mist, tucked into our own little world of creaking wood, swaying lantern light, and silence that buzzed just under the skin.

Harry was the last one to enter, and he took the seat closest to the door, next to me. As he sat down, our knees touched, but he didn’t move away. Instead he met my gaze as if asking a question. So, I answered it by inching just a bit closer to him. I wrung my hands in my lap, and they seemed to have gotten warmer, and I suspected it had little to do with the comfort of the carriage. Audrey’s voice reminded me that Harry and I weren’t alone.

“Did any of you see Vivienne get off the train?” she was asking us. Everyone gave a murmur of disagreement.

“No, why?” I asked.

“It’s just that she took me to meet Pansy and Malfoy and—” she suddenly stopped speaking as all of our jaws collectively dropped.

“What did you just say?” I remarked in disbelief. Malfoy had been a complete bully to everyone at Hogwarts, but especially Harry, Hermione and Ron. The previous year, he had gone so far as to call Hermione a mudblood. He would never miss a chance to remind Ron that he was poor, or remind Harry his parents were dead, or mock him for any idiotic reason. “What kind of company has your sister been keeping, Audrey?”

“Why did she want you to meet him?” Hermione asked, frowning.

“God knows,” she scoffed, “She kept asking if he and I knew each other, if we had any classes together. It was weird as hell. After the dementors left, I kind of stormed off, and she seemed upset, so I wanted to check on her.”

“It kind of sounds like she was trying to set you guys up,” I remarked.

“God, Audrey,” Ron said.

“That’s ridiculous. That’s ridiculous,” Audrey said quickly, her face tightening. “Why would she even think of that?”

“It does sound like that,” Hermione added.

“Be careful,” I warned.

“Do I need to remind you I’m not even interested?!”

I glanced over at Harry, whose eyes were fixed on his lap. I couldn’t help but notice he seemed to be lost— like he was physically in the carriage but his brain was elsewhere. I remembered his usual curious and chatty demeanor. This was different. His silence felt heavy, as if there was a storm going on inside his head.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. The touch seemed to bring him back from his trance. He looked up at me, his eyebrows raised in surprise, or confusion. I couldn’t tell which one it was; maybe both.

“Huh?” he said softly, still a bit disoriented.

“Nothing, you just seem quiet,” I pointed out, “Is something on your mind?” I noticed my hand still gripping his shoulder, and I moved it away quickly, noticing Hermione’s intent gaze.

“It’s just…” he struggled to get the words out, “Sirius Black. Apparently he’s out to kill me. Ron’s dad told me to be careful.”

Sirius Black. The name itself sent shivers down my spine. His name was in all the newspapers. There was hardly a witch or wizard who hadn’t heard of him. An image appeared in the back of my mind— of Sirius Black as he was shown in the newspapers. Wild, unstable, shaking as if trying to release the shackles that bound him. I wanted to say something; something to comfort Harry so that the look of terror from his face would go away. But my words seemed to fail me. I could only sit there, fiddling my thumbs.

“A murderous lunatic after you. Isn’t that business as usual for you?” Ron commented, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Honestly, Ron, how do you always manage to say the wrong thing at the wrong time?” Hermione scolded him, slapping his shoulder. Ron shot her a frown and recoiled, acting hurt.

“You’re not alone, Harry,” I said, looking right at him. He looked up at me, beady-eyed. I hoped that he could hear the sincerity in my voice.

“She’s right Harry,” Hermione said, leaning forward, “He’d have to get past us first.”

“Damn, right, he would,” Audrey joined in.

“Plus, nobody can touch you as long as you’re under Dumbledore’s roof,” Ron added, rather helpfully. 

“And if all else fails, we’ll throw Scabbers at him,” I joked.

There was a short, grateful laugh from Harry, and something eased in his shoulders. I felt the lightness in his tone after all the tension. I smiled, but didn’t say anything.

“Thanks,” he said to everyone. But then he turned to me, with a strange, soft look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. I felt a pang in my chest. What’s happening to me?

The carriage jolted slightly, pulling us out of the mist and toward the grand, looming gates of the castle. The first glimpse of Hogwarts through the thinning fog still took my breath away, even after two years. The turrets and towers rose proudly against the dark sky, their windows glowing like stars, steady and warm.

“I can’t believe we’re back,” Audrey whispered, her tone softer now, almost reverent.

“Third year,” Hermione murmured. “That means more homework.”

“Brilliant,” Ron groaned.

The carriage rolled to a stop. The door creaked open with a small shudder, and we all hesitated for a moment before stepping out. Harry got out first, followed by me and then the others.

“Don’t wander off,” Hermione warned Ron and Audrey as we regrouped on the gravel path. “We need to stick together. Just in case.”

The five of us began walking toward the castle entrance. A breeze stirred the hem of my robes, and above us, the sky threatened rain.

I looked up. The dementors were still circling, faint shadows against the clouds. But for the first time since I’d seen them, I didn’t feel afraid.

Not exactly.

Not with Harry walking beside me.

In the Great Hall

The four long house tables stretched out in the Great Hall like always, but everything looked different than usual— darker, more grim. The starry ceiling was dusted with drifting clouds, the usual golden candlelight a touch dimmer, as if the castle itself was bracing for the year ahead.

“See you lot after the feast,” I told Harry, giving him a soft smile before parting ways.

As I and Audrey followed the sea of blue-trimmed robes toward the Ravenclaw table, I scanned the crowd for a familiar face—and found her, sitting cross-legged on the bench, completely unfazed by the bustle around her.

“Luna!” Audrey called, waving.

Luna Lovegood turned slowly, dreamy-eyed as always, a half-smile already forming before we reached her. Her pale, silvery-blonde hair was tucked behind one ear, and she wore her usual butterbeer cork necklace and a slightly mismatched pair of socks that somehow suited her.

“Ophelia. Audrey,” she said serenely, as if we’d only seen her yesterday.

“You cut your hair,” I said, sliding into the bench beside her. “It looks lovely.”

“Oh, thank you,” she replied vaguely. “Daddy says short hair helps prevent wrackspurts from lingering near your brain.”

Audrey raised an eyebrow at me, and I stifled a laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I get a haircut,” she muttered.

Luna leaned forward slightly, her voice turning softer. “There were dementors on the train, weren’t there?”

I nodded, and the amusement left her eyes in an instant. “They don’t like hope. Or happy thoughts. So I try not to let them take mine.”

Before either of us could respond, the doors to the Great Hall creaked open and the first years began to file in, looking tinier than ever, wide-eyed and jittery. I spotted Vivienne in the Slytherin section across the room, her posture perfect, her chin slightly lifted. But she wasn’t looking our way. Audrey’s eyes, however, were fixed on her, and I sensed something was amiss between the sisters.

Professor McGonagall stood at the front with the Sorting Hat, beginning the annual ritual. The Hat’s song was brief this year—quieter, more serious. As name after name was called, I found my attention drifting away from the Hat, and to the Gryffindor table next to ours instead.

Harry was sitting between Ron and Hermione, half-listening, his fingers idly tracing patterns into the wooden surface of the table. As if he could feel my gaze, he looked up suddenly. Our gazes met for a fleeting second.

He smiled. 

Not a grin, just a small, steady thing that felt like it reached across the entire room.

And I smiled back, as if it had been meant just for me.

The last student was sorted, and our headmaster, Professor Dumbledore took the stage, who was known for giving wisdom in the form of cryptic advice and long, yet engaging speeches. I found myself looking forward to his speech this year, as I was always in awe of his oratory skills. 

He introduced Professor Lupin, who was filling in for the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. He rose from his seat among the teachers and gave a quick, warm smile before sitting back down.

“And in light of our Care of Magical Creatures Professor’s retirement, I am pleased to announce that his post will be taken over by none other than our very own Rubeus Hagrid!” He smiled as the students gave a round of applause for Hagrid. I clapped louder than ever, and looking over at the Gryffindor table, Harry, Hermione and Ron were doing the same, proud smiles plastered on their faces.

Beside me, Audrey was also clapping, though not as enthusiastically. Her gaze was fixed on the Slytherin table as she strained her neck in search of some familiar face.

“Looking for Malfoy, are you?” I smirked, elbowing her.

“Shut up,” she snapped, looking annoyed, “If Harry and the others hear you, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

At the High Table where all the teachers sat, McGonagall nudged Hagrid to stand up, but immediately regretted it when he knocked all the cutlery off the table. I couldn’t help but giggle as she tugged at his sleeve, asking him to sit back down. Despite being half-giant, Hagrid was quite soft-hearted and playful.

“No one deserves this post more than him,” I said proudly. Luna nodded in agreement, and Audrey nodded half-heartedly, as if her mind was still elsewhere.

“Now, as you all may have noticed,” spoke Dumbledore, “In light of recent events, the Ministry of Magic has requested that Hogwarts play host to the Dementors of Azkaban until Sirius Black is caught.

Whispers and murmurs broke out, as everybody began speculating and making wild assumptions of what the presence of the Dementors implied.

“The dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds,” he stated, a sense of warning laced his voice, “And a word of caution: Dementors will not differentiate between those they hunt or those who stand in their way. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving. Therefore I request each and every one of you to give them no reason to get in their way. Though, I have been rest assured that they will not affect our day-to-day activities.”

He paused for a moment, and whispers broke out in the Hall once again; frightened voices expressed their fear and everyone seemed unsettled by this new addition to the school. I looked over at Harry, whose eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, as if he was wondering what was in store for him this year. I wanted to reach for his hand, tell him it would be alright. But I didn’t. I simply watched him from a distance, hoping, praying that no harm would come to him.

“But, you know,” I heard Dumbledore say, “Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times… if one remembers to turn on the light.”

buni's notes: nothing like staring at each other from opposite sides of a crowded room 😌

delphi's notes:  Luna appreciation yipepee

TABLE OF CONTENTS next chapter: september 13th, saturday!

@buni-is-typing @the-one-and-only-delphi

[bunis-archive]

as someone who's getting into the marauders' fandom, writing about sirius like this feels really funny and uncanny. honestly i cant wait till they know who he really is TT

[unrealisticallybffs]

II. The Wrong Compartment

❛ lacy, oh lacy, it’s like you’re out to get me you poison every little thing that i do ❜

♪ lacy by olivia rodrigo

Audrey’s Perspective

It was the beginning of another normal year at Hogwarts. It was just that a mass murderer was at large. Apart from that, it was going to be a perfectly normal year. At least that was the lie I would tell myself  to preserve my last ounce of sanity

I let out a long sigh. Looking out through the window on the train ride to Hogwarts, I saw the scenery I had been seeing for the past two years. But there was something strange about it. A dark shadow had been cast over the green pastures and the sky was dusted with grey storm clouds. It was like it was losing its life— as if the land was dying. An odd sort of chill had settled in the train compartment as well.

But that was the last thing I cared about. I was currently preoccupied by something far more engrossing than the eerie atmosphere outside my window.

I sat silently beside my younger sister, Vivienne, who was merrily chatting away to her friends— all Slytherins like herself, and I was growing tired of questioning why she had dragged me there. The conversation had faded into the background long ago, and I fidgeted with my Ravenclaw robes. 

I saw that Vivienne had gone quiet for a moment, and I quickly grabbed the opportunity to speak to her in a hushed voice, “Why have you brought me here?” I asked, trying not to sound too sharp, “I’m going to find Ophelia and my other friends. You seem fine on your own.”

I stood up, making my way to the door, when I felt Vivienne’s hand tug at my robes, “Wait!” she called out, following me out of the compartment, “Honestly, Audrey, why are you always running away?” Her tone was irritable and it almost seemed as if she wasn’t talking about me running away from the compartment.

“I’m not running away, Vivienne, it’s just that I want to catch up with my friends now,” I tried to explain, but her face was far from understanding.

“Okay, okay, but I need to introduce you to someone first,” she insisted, and I let out a groan as she began dragging me along the corridor, “You can go and meet your friends after that. Is that okay?” I grunted in response.

Sometimes, I can’t tell who the older sister is.

She stopped in front of a compartment, and as I peered into the compartment, I saw the students seated inside, all clad in Slytherin robes. I let out another groan and Vivienne looked at me as if I was a little child throwing a tantrum, “Come on now,” she continued pulling me by my robes, and I knew better than to resist.

As I entered the compartment, I came to the realization that the students weren’t any regular old second year Slytherins. They were from my own year. And I came face to face with none other than Vincent Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy.

I wanted to let out another groan, but managed to hold myself back. 

Over the past two years, Draco Malfoy had made it his personal mission to terrorize and bully every student at Hogwarts he could get his hands on. While being friends with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter by extension, I had heard his snarky, snide remarks several times, but I had never been on the receiving end of them. And now it seemed as if I was about to become his next target.

I reluctantly took the only empty seat next to Malfoy,  since Vivienne had already taken the seat across from me next to Pansy Parkinson. I fixed my gaze on the floor, praying that the interaction would be over sooner rather than later.

“Hey, I wanted to introduce you guys to my older sister,” Vivienne chirped, with an enthusiastic smile plastered on her face, “This is Audrey Rosier, everyone,” she then turned to me, and I gave her a small, fake smile out of courtesy. She began, “Audrey, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco, Audrey,” she said with excitement, “Do you guys know each other?”

“No, why would I?” I said plainly, and Draco seemed to stir in his seat, as I noticed from the corner of my eye. 

“We know of each other,” he responded, without much emotion in his voice. He seemed less on edge than usual, as if trying to clear his confusion as to why the hell this second year was trying to introduce me to him.

Vivienne looked a bit thrown off, “Alright, then,” she said, still smiling, “This is Pansy Parkinson. Pansy, Audrey.”

“Hey,” she said, managing a slightly awkward wave. I didn’t blame her. The awkwardness felt like an insect slowly crawling up my skin.

“Hey, Pansy,” I said to her, forcing my lips into a slight smile.

“You guys are all in the same year, right?” Vivienne said, sounding more desperate by the minute, “So do you have any classes together?”

Before I had the chance to come up with a suitable response to her question, the train shook violently before stopping in its tracks. All of us were sufficiently shocked by this sudden turbulence, and I had to steady myself by grabbing a hold of the sliding door that rattled when I leaned on it.

“Are we there yet?”

“I don’t think so, not yet.”

A frost had formed on the window, and a gust of wind passed through a gap in the door, and a tall, black, cloaked figure floated through the corridor outside the compartment. It was horrifying— inhuman and lifeless. I shifted backwards in my seat, hoping to disappear into the cushion so the demented thing wouldn’t see me. In doing so, my hand brushed against someone’s hand, and I felt a shock of electricity the second our hands collided.

Static electricity. I told myself it was the cold.

I risked a glance at him, only to find him staring at me blankly. Draco’s gaze met mine for a second too long. Not a glare. Just puzzled. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like how it made my skin tingle. I looked away, refocusing my energy on hoping the cloaked creatures would leave soon. As they passed by again, I realized they were dementors, which explained the grey scenery and chilly weather.

The lights flickered on, and I let out a sigh of relief. Picking up my bag that had been thrown to the floor earlier, I got up from my seat before Vivienne could make another attempt at finding something me and the Slytherins had in common.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” I said with a slight hostility, “I’m going to find Potter and Ophelia and my other friends. Have a good day.”

Upon hearing Potter’s name, Malfoy immediately sneered, letting out an arrogant laugh.

“What’s wrong, Malfoy? Got a problem with my friends?” I didn’t know where those words came from, and I could scarcely believe I was saying them. Malfoy seemed taken aback by my comment, and he almost shrunk back a little bit. He gave a mere shrug in response, with a strange look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place.

Clammering my way out of the compartment, I heard the door open a second time, and Vivienne stepped out of it.

“What, Vivienne? What is it now?” I asked irritably, “Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed yourself and me enough?”

“Look, I’m sorry, I was just trying to,” she didn’t continue after meeting my gaze, almost looking hurt, “Nevermind, you can go meet your friends.”

“I’ll see you in school, Vivi,” I tried to say gently, but she had already gone into the earlier compartment with her friends. I sighed, regretting my harshness. Ever since Vivienne got her Hogwarts letter— no, ever since she had been sorted into Slytherin, our family dynamic had taken a turn; for worse or for better, I couldn’t say.

Vivienne and I had grown up listening to my father harp on about the greatness of the Slytherin house, about how it was the ‘superior’ of the four houses. The Rosier family had been in Slytherin for centuries, so naturally, when I was sorted into Ravenclaw, my father didn’t take it too well. It became an unspoken rule in our house not to speak of it. Every time the topic came up, my father would lower his head and sigh, muttering under his breath in quiet disappointment. 

A year later, when the sorting hat sorted her into Slytherin, it was a huge deal. There were celebrations that took place, letters were sent to far off relatives, as if she had just saved our bloodline from shame. I didn’t see why such a fuss was made of it, but Vivienne was very pleased with herself. I was glad I wasn’t in Slytherin with Draco Malfoy and his little minions, and Vivienne was glad to be there. But I couldn’t help but think that there were still things left unresolved.

My train of thoughts was interrupted when I spotted Harry, Ophelia, Ron and Hermione in one of the compartments. A smile surfaced on my face on seeing them, and I let myself in. 

“Audrey, where’ve you been?!” Ophelia demanded with a playful smile on her face. Hermione shifted in her seat to make space and I sat down beside her.

“I was with my younger sister,” I replied with a sigh, “I’ve just managed to get away. So, tell me, what did I miss?”

“Oh, loads,” Ron began, and I noticed Harry let out a sigh at Ron’s mischievous grin, “Apparently Harry blew up his muggle aunt.”

“That’s rather impressive, Potter,” I said mockingly. Harry simply shook his head, acting all dramatic, as if exhausted by everyone making fun of him.

“And then the dementors came, and nearly sucked Harry’s soul out,” Ron added a little too casually, trying to get a hold of his pet rat. I turned to Harry, who did look paler than usual, now that Ron had mentioned the dementor incident.

“Thankfully, a Professor Lupin who had been sleeping here drove away the dementors, and Harry’s alright now,” Hermione told me, taking another glance at Harry, as if to make sure he was still breathing. 

“And this one,” Ron piped in, pointing to Ophelia. He seemed suddenly alert, as if it was a detail he couldn’t afford to leave out, “nearly got a heart attack at the sight.”

“Did you, now?” I remarked, turning to Ophelia. Until then, I hadn’t noticed how close she had been sitting to Harry. They were almost hand in hand, their knees touching, and Harry was stealing quick glances at her when he thought no one was looking.

“Ron’s just exaggerating, besides, Harry almost looked like he was about to die,” Ophelia was talking unusually fast, a strange defensiveness to her voice.

“Yeah, and you looked almost as pale as him,” Ron sneered. There was no malice in his voice, but he sounded confused. I assumed he, too, was trying to make sense of whatever had passed between Harry and Ophelia.

“So, dementors and dramatics,” I said, raising my eyebrows at Ophelia before turning to the others, “Seems like I missed all the fun.”

“Not quite,” Ophelia chimed in with enthusiasm. For the first time, I heard her focus on something other than Harry. As she stood up, reaching for a basket above the seat, I could swear I saw a look of disappointment flicker across Harry’s face.

Sitting back down, she carefully unlocked the basket, and revealed a little squealing kitten who had been awoken from its slumber. It was a tiny, silver ball of fur that was only a couple inches bigger than Ophelia’s hand. She was holding it carefully with both hands as it stared curiously as everyone in the compartment.

“Oh, great, another cat!” Ron squeaked, hiding away Scabbers in his jacket.

“Oh, god, you drama queen,” Ophelia rolled her eyes, “It’s only a kitten. I doubt she wants anything to do with that stinky old rat.”

“Hey!” Ron exclaimed, sounding offended.

“She’s a pretty one,” Hermione said with adoration, “Crookshanks can have a baby sister now!” The creature was looking at Hermione’s ginger cat with a look of amusement.

“What’s her name?” I asked, smiling at the kitten.

“Iris,” Ophelia said, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Like the flower?” Harry asked. He was the only one looking at Ophelia instead of the kitten in her hand.

“And the goddess,” she added, meeting his gaze with a smile.

Hermione and I shared a knowing look. She seemed to be thinking the same thing as me— that something was different about them.

Ron cleared his throat loudly, and Ophelia turned back to Iris, placing her next to Crookshanks in Hermione’s lap. The larger, ginger cat sniffed her curiously, while Iris did the same. Soon, they both settled down on Hermione’s lap, purring comfortably.

“That’s the first time I haven’t seen that thing snarl,” Ron said with spite. He extended a cautious finger to pet Iris, when she let out another high pitched squeal, sounding almost annoyed.

There was a murmur of laughter in the compartment, and I couldn’t help but join in. “Serves you right,” said Ophelia sticking out her tongue at Ron, who looked a bit hurt, but still aloof and cheerful enough.

“Your hand probably smells of Scabbers,” Hermione added, chuckling.

“Scabbers doesn’t smell!”

The train then came to a steady halt, and the towers of Hogwarts castle peeked above the fir trees. The sound of students chattering away filled the train, and the all-so-familiar scenery of the Black Lake came into view.

“Looks like we’re here.”

delphi's notes: meet my latest brainchild yippee!  I would have evaporated out of embarrassment if I were Audrey. ;(

buni's notes: get ready for the most hostile sibling dynamic since sirius and regulus

TABLE OF CONTENTS next chapter: september 7th, sunday!

@buni-is-typing@the-one-and-only-delphi

[bunis-archive]

introducing audrey rosier everyone 😌

[unrealisticallybffs]

II. The Wrong Compartment

❛ lacy, oh lacy, it’s like you’re out to get me you poison every little thing that i do ❜

♪ lacy by olivia rodrigo

Audrey’s Perspective

It was the beginning of another normal year at Hogwarts. It was just that a mass murderer was at large. Apart from that, it was going to be a perfectly normal year. At least that was the lie I would tell myself  to preserve my last ounce of sanity

I let out a long sigh. Looking out through the window on the train ride to Hogwarts, I saw the scenery I had been seeing for the past two years. But there was something strange about it. A dark shadow had been cast over the green pastures and the sky was dusted with grey storm clouds. It was like it was losing its life— as if the land was dying. An odd sort of chill had settled in the train compartment as well.

But that was the last thing I cared about. I was currently preoccupied by something far more engrossing than the eerie atmosphere outside my window.

I sat silently beside my younger sister, Vivienne, who was merrily chatting away to her friends— all Slytherins like herself, and I was growing tired of questioning why she had dragged me there. The conversation had faded into the background long ago, and I fidgeted with my Ravenclaw robes. 

I saw that Vivienne had gone quiet for a moment, and I quickly grabbed the opportunity to speak to her in a hushed voice, “Why have you brought me here?” I asked, trying not to sound too sharp, “I’m going to find Ophelia and my other friends. You seem fine on your own.”

I stood up, making my way to the door, when I felt Vivienne’s hand tug at my robes, “Wait!” she called out, following me out of the compartment, “Honestly, Audrey, why are you always running away?” Her tone was irritable and it almost seemed as if she wasn’t talking about me running away from the compartment.

“I’m not running away, Vivienne, it’s just that I want to catch up with my friends now,” I tried to explain, but her face was far from understanding.

“Okay, okay, but I need to introduce you to someone first,” she insisted, and I let out a groan as she began dragging me along the corridor, “You can go and meet your friends after that. Is that okay?” I grunted in response.

Sometimes, I can’t tell who the older sister is.

She stopped in front of a compartment, and as I peered into the compartment, I saw the students seated inside, all clad in Slytherin robes. I let out another groan and Vivienne looked at me as if I was a little child throwing a tantrum, “Come on now,” she continued pulling me by my robes, and I knew better than to resist.

As I entered the compartment, I came to the realization that the students weren’t any regular old second year Slytherins. They were from my own year. And I came face to face with none other than Vincent Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco Malfoy.

I wanted to let out another groan, but managed to hold myself back. 

Over the past two years, Draco Malfoy had made it his personal mission to terrorize and bully every student at Hogwarts he could get his hands on. While being friends with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter by extension, I had heard his snarky, snide remarks several times, but I had never been on the receiving end of them. And now it seemed as if I was about to become his next target.

I reluctantly took the only empty seat next to Malfoy,  since Vivienne had already taken the seat across from me next to Pansy Parkinson. I fixed my gaze on the floor, praying that the interaction would be over sooner rather than later.

“Hey, I wanted to introduce you guys to my older sister,” Vivienne chirped, with an enthusiastic smile plastered on her face, “This is Audrey Rosier, everyone,” she then turned to me, and I gave her a small, fake smile out of courtesy. She began, “Audrey, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco, Audrey,” she said with excitement, “Do you guys know each other?”

“No, why would I?” I said plainly, and Draco seemed to stir in his seat, as I noticed from the corner of my eye. 

“We know of each other,” he responded, without much emotion in his voice. He seemed less on edge than usual, as if trying to clear his confusion as to why the hell this second year was trying to introduce me to him.

Vivienne looked a bit thrown off, “Alright, then,” she said, still smiling, “This is Pansy Parkinson. Pansy, Audrey.”

“Hey,” she said, managing a slightly awkward wave. I didn’t blame her. The awkwardness felt like an insect slowly crawling up my skin.

“Hey, Pansy,” I said to her, forcing my lips into a slight smile.

“You guys are all in the same year, right?” Vivienne said, sounding more desperate by the minute, “So do you have any classes together?”

Before I had the chance to come up with a suitable response to her question, the train shook violently before stopping in its tracks. All of us were sufficiently shocked by this sudden turbulence, and I had to steady myself by grabbing a hold of the sliding door that rattled when I leaned on it.

“Are we there yet?”

“I don’t think so, not yet.”

A frost had formed on the window, and a gust of wind passed through a gap in the door, and a tall, black, cloaked figure floated through the corridor outside the compartment. It was horrifying— inhuman and lifeless. I shifted backwards in my seat, hoping to disappear into the cushion so the demented thing wouldn’t see me. In doing so, my hand brushed against someone’s hand, and I felt a shock of electricity the second our hands collided.

Static electricity. I told myself it was the cold.

I risked a glance at him, only to find him staring at me blankly. Draco’s gaze met mine for a second too long. Not a glare. Just puzzled. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like how it made my skin tingle. I looked away, refocusing my energy on hoping the cloaked creatures would leave soon. As they passed by again, I realized they were dementors, which explained the grey scenery and chilly weather.

The lights flickered on, and I let out a sigh of relief. Picking up my bag that had been thrown to the floor earlier, I got up from my seat before Vivienne could make another attempt at finding something me and the Slytherins had in common.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” I said with a slight hostility, “I’m going to find Potter and Ophelia and my other friends. Have a good day.”

Upon hearing Potter’s name, Malfoy immediately sneered, letting out an arrogant laugh.

“What’s wrong, Malfoy? Got a problem with my friends?” I didn’t know where those words came from, and I could scarcely believe I was saying them. Malfoy seemed taken aback by my comment, and he almost shrunk back a little bit. He gave a mere shrug in response, with a strange look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place.

Clammering my way out of the compartment, I heard the door open a second time, and Vivienne stepped out of it.

“What, Vivienne? What is it now?” I asked irritably, “Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed yourself and me enough?”

“Look, I’m sorry, I was just trying to,” she didn’t continue after meeting my gaze, almost looking hurt, “Nevermind, you can go meet your friends.”

“I’ll see you in school, Vivi,” I tried to say gently, but she had already gone into the earlier compartment with her friends. I sighed, regretting my harshness. Ever since Vivienne got her Hogwarts letter— no, ever since she had been sorted into Slytherin, our family dynamic had taken a turn; for worse or for better, I couldn’t say.

Vivienne and I had grown up listening to my father harp on about the greatness of the Slytherin house, about how it was the ‘superior’ of the four houses. The Rosier family had been in Slytherin for centuries, so naturally, when I was sorted into Ravenclaw, my father didn’t take it too well. It became an unspoken rule in our house not to speak of it. Every time the topic came up, my father would lower his head and sigh, muttering under his breath in quiet disappointment. 

A year later, when the sorting hat sorted her into Slytherin, it was a huge deal. There were celebrations that took place, letters were sent to far off relatives, as if she had just saved our bloodline from shame. I didn’t see why such a fuss was made of it, but Vivienne was very pleased with herself. I was glad I wasn’t in Slytherin with Draco Malfoy and his little minions, and Vivienne was glad to be there. But I couldn’t help but think that there were still things left unresolved.

My train of thoughts was interrupted when I spotted Harry, Ophelia, Ron and Hermione in one of the compartments. A smile surfaced on my face on seeing them, and I let myself in. 

“Audrey, where’ve you been?!” Ophelia demanded with a playful smile on her face. Hermione shifted in her seat to make space and I sat down beside her.

“I was with my younger sister,” I replied with a sigh, “I’ve just managed to get away. So, tell me, what did I miss?”

“Oh, loads,” Ron began, and I noticed Harry let out a sigh at Ron’s mischievous grin, “Apparently Harry blew up his muggle aunt.”

“That’s rather impressive, Potter,” I said mockingly. Harry simply shook his head, acting all dramatic, as if exhausted by everyone making fun of him.

“And then the dementors came, and nearly sucked Harry’s soul out,” Ron added a little too casually, trying to get a hold of his pet rat. I turned to Harry, who did look paler than usual, now that Ron had mentioned the dementor incident.

“Thankfully, a Professor Lupin who had been sleeping here drove away the dementors, and Harry’s alright now,” Hermione told me, taking another glance at Harry, as if to make sure he was still breathing. 

“And this one,” Ron piped in, pointing to Ophelia. He seemed suddenly alert, as if it was a detail he couldn’t afford to leave out, “nearly got a heart attack at the sight.”

“Did you, now?” I remarked, turning to Ophelia. Until then, I hadn’t noticed how close she had been sitting to Harry. They were almost hand in hand, their knees touching, and Harry was stealing quick glances at her when he thought no one was looking.

“Ron’s just exaggerating, besides, Harry almost looked like he was about to die,” Ophelia was talking unusually fast, a strange defensiveness to her voice.

“Yeah, and you looked almost as pale as him,” Ron sneered. There was no malice in his voice, but he sounded confused. I assumed he, too, was trying to make sense of whatever had passed between Harry and Ophelia.

“So, dementors and dramatics,” I said, raising my eyebrows at Ophelia before turning to the others, “Seems like I missed all the fun.”

“Not quite,” Ophelia chimed in with enthusiasm. For the first time, I heard her focus on something other than Harry. As she stood up, reaching for a basket above the seat, I could swear I saw a look of disappointment flicker across Harry’s face.

Sitting back down, she carefully unlocked the basket, and revealed a little squealing kitten who had been awoken from its slumber. It was a tiny, silver ball of fur that was only a couple inches bigger than Ophelia’s hand. She was holding it carefully with both hands as it stared curiously as everyone in the compartment.

“Oh, great, another cat!” Ron squeaked, hiding away Scabbers in his jacket.

“Oh, god, you drama queen,” Ophelia rolled her eyes, “It’s only a kitten. I doubt she wants anything to do with that stinky old rat.”

“Hey!” Ron exclaimed, sounding offended.

“She’s a pretty one,” Hermione said with adoration, “Crookshanks can have a baby sister now!” The creature was looking at Hermione’s ginger cat with a look of amusement.

“What’s her name?” I asked, smiling at the kitten.

“Iris,” Ophelia said, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Like the flower?” Harry asked. He was the only one looking at Ophelia instead of the kitten in her hand.

“And the goddess,” she added, meeting his gaze with a smile.

Hermione and I shared a knowing look. She seemed to be thinking the same thing as me— that something was different about them.

Ron cleared his throat loudly, and Ophelia turned back to Iris, placing her next to Crookshanks in Hermione’s lap. The larger, ginger cat sniffed her curiously, while Iris did the same. Soon, they both settled down on Hermione’s lap, purring comfortably.

“That’s the first time I haven’t seen that thing snarl,” Ron said with spite. He extended a cautious finger to pet Iris, when she let out another high pitched squeal, sounding almost annoyed.

There was a murmur of laughter in the compartment, and I couldn’t help but join in. “Serves you right,” said Ophelia sticking out her tongue at Ron, who looked a bit hurt, but still aloof and cheerful enough.

“Your hand probably smells of Scabbers,” Hermione added, chuckling.

“Scabbers doesn’t smell!”

The train then came to a steady halt, and the towers of Hogwarts castle peeked above the fir trees. The sound of students chattering away filled the train, and the all-so-familiar scenery of the Black Lake came into view.

“Looks like we’re here.”

delphi's notes: meet my latest brainchild yippee!  I would have evaporated out of embarrassment if I were Audrey. ;(

buni's notes: get ready for the most hostile sibling dynamic since sirius and regulus

TABLE OF CONTENTS next chapter: september 7th, sunday!

@buni-is-typing@the-one-and-only-delphi

[bunis-archive]

chapter two is out! say hello to audrey <3

[unrealisticallybffs]

I. Shadows On The Train

❛ i wanna take you somewhere so you know i care,but it’s so cold and i don’t know where ❜

♪ another love by tom odell

Ophelia’s Perspective

Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban. There was no witch or wizard alive who didn’t shudder at the name, and rightfully so. A man who murdered twelve people in cold blood with countless eyewitnesses was not a man you would want to cross.

But it was the start of yet another term at Hogwarts, which was said to be the safest place in the world— according to Dumbledore, anyway. And what had a murderous criminal got to do with a student such as myself? What I didn’t know was how wrong I was about to be proven.

It was once again the first of September; and the unusual chill on the Hogwarts Express and the mysterious man sleeping in our compartment was slightly unsettling, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin.

“Who do you suppose that is?” Ron asked Hermione, his eyebrows furrowed, fearful eyes squinting at the sleeping man covered with a black robe. 

There was something strange about the man’s presence— not just the cold, but the weariness that clung to him like an old coat. He didn’t look dangerous, but he didn’t look ordinary either.

“Professor Remus Lupin,” Hermione stated in her usual matter-of-fact tone.

“How does she know everything?” Ron questioned, looking at Harry who was sitting next to me, opposite to Ron. Harry simply shrugged, slightly disinterested in their conversation and spacing out every now and then as he often did.

“It’s written on his suitcase, Ronald,” she told him, a slight pang of irritation in her voice.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their playful, almost hostile style of banter, “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve actually missed the two of you bickering like this.”

“Weren’t you complaining about it last term?” Hermione teased, sounding a little less tense than before.

“I know, that’s why I can hardly believe the words coming out of my mouth,” I chuckled, looking out the window. The lush, green scenery I had been used to for the past two years had seemed to have dulled down, as if someone, or something had been sucking the life out of the place.

“I heard you blew up your muggle aunt,” I said as the thought suddenly popped into my head, turning to Harry.

Harry, who had been staring blankly at the floor, suddenly looked up at me with wide eyes as if I had just read his mind.

“Who told you that?” he demanded, looking mortified. His embarrassment almost made me regret having said that.

“Bloody hell, Harry, how the hell did you manage that?” Ron asked, his jaw wide open on hearing my sudden revelation.

“I don’t know, I just– she was insulting my parents, and I felt the anger building up inside me, and before I knew it she grew 3 times in size and floated right out of the window,” he told Ron, and a slight flush dusted his cheeks. He then turned to me again, eager to know the answer to his earlier question.

“My aunt’s girlfriend is the one who helped cover it up,” I explained, “She works in the Ministry of Magic, so I overheard them talking when she came over earlier this week.”

“Wow, that’s just–” Harry never completed his sentence, but simply sat there in bewilderment. I chuckled at his expression of awe. It was kind of cute. His hair had grown longer and messier than the previous year, and somehow seemed to frame his face perfectly.

“You should be careful, Harry,” Hermione scolded him, “You could get expelled for something like that.”

“I can’t always help it, you know,” Harry said defensively.

“I think it’s brilliant,” Ron remarked, looking almost  starry-eyed. 

“Plenty of perks that come with being the chosen one, huh?” I said, nudging Harry, “Got an annoying aunt? No problem! Just blow her up into one large balloon and she’ll float right out of the window. They should have just let her float into space. Serves her right for dishonouring your parents, Harry.”

“I suppose it is rather a shame that they fixed her,” he said, cracking a real smile. Oddly enough, I felt a sense of relief on seeing his lopsided, crooked grin, the faintest sign of his dimples making an appearance. I returned his smile, glad that the tense look on his face had left.

However, it was only temporary, as a look of utter shock returned to his face as the train staggered to a halt. All of us shook violently, and Ron’s pet rat, Scabbers, squealed from inside his jacket. The lights inside the entire train had flickered off, leaving us in complete darkness, apart from a faint light from outside. The muffled, confused voices of the other students aboard the train sounded in my ears.

“What’s going on?” Ron asked, in a tone of absolute terror— and I shared this sentiment.

“Maybe we’ve broken down,” Harry suggested, trying to reassure Ron, but also himself.

We turned to look out of the window, and thunder crashed, sending a jolt through my body. I suddenly felt Harry’s hand grip mine, and I turned to look at him. Our eyes met and a look of confusion flashed across his face before he looked down and quietly withdrew his hand, avoiding my gaze.

Clearing my throat, I turned back to the window, which had been covered in an icy fog. The temperature had dropped sharply, as if some unseen hands had ripped away all the warmth in the vehicle. Everything inside the compartment had gone still, even the air felt like it had turned to glass, and the eerie chill felt bone chilling. 

The door to the compartment rattled open, and that’s when I turned my head and saw the black cloaked figure move closer. I recoiled in my seat as it advanced. Never in my life had I seen such a terrifying creature. It was inhuman, almost soulless— and that’s when I realized that I was face to face with a dementor, and I now understood where it got its name from, as it was truly a demented thing.

Beside me, I heard Harry gasp as the dementor hovered over it. It wasn’t a sharp breath or a shiver, it was something else entirely— sharper, as if the creature was sucking the life out of him. It was a most horrifying sight, and I felt the panic rising inside my chest. 

Before I could think about what I was doing, I grabbed his shoulders, “Harry!” I said, my voice shaky and panicked, “Harry, what’s happening?!”

Just then, Professor Lupin, who had been curled up in a corner all this while, leaped to his feet and pointed his wand at the dementor. A blinding light filled the compartment, and the horrid creature retreated, vanishing like a nightmare sucked into the shadows.

As Professor Lupin lowered his wand, the lights in the compartment flickered on, and I noticed Harry’s limp body beside me. He slumped in his seat, glasses thrown to a side and his face went as white as a ghost— looking far too pale and still for my liking.

I shifted closer to him, the panic still gripping my body, and I brushed the damp hair from his forehead without even thinking of it. His face was covered in a cold sweat, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs.

“Harry,” I whispered, “Harry, wake up, it’s gone. Harry!”

Professor Lupin, who was previously seated at the window seat next to me, moved over, crouching on the floor, to take a closer look at Harry. Ron and Hermione were whispering something to each other, but their voices faded to the background as I stared at Harry’s pale face, praying for him to open my eyes so I could rest assured that he was okay.

After a few moments, Harry stirred awake, groaning softly, as he blinked at me, looking dazed and disoriented, “Ophelia…” he whispered, trying to sit up straight, “What… what happened?” From the corner of my eye, I saw Lupin’s eyes fixed on us and a smile flickered across his face before he turned to Harry.

“Have this, it’ll help,” Professor Lupin said to him with a kind smile, handing him a piece of chocolate.

Slowly, Harry shifted his gaze to look at Lupin, and reluctantly accepted the piece of chocolate. “It’s chocolate,” said the Professor.

“What was that?” he asked, taking a bite out of the chocolate. A sense of relief settled over me as I saw him behaving normally like before.

“That,” began Professor Lupin, “Was a dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It was on the train looking for Sirius Black. But not to worry, it’s gone now.” He stood up and walked out the door, stopping one last time to tell Harry, “Eat. You’ll feel better.”

I once again turned to Harry, “Are you alright now?” I asked him, the panic still lingering in my voice.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine now,” he replied, meeting my gaze— still looking uncertain, but I was glad he was breathing normally again.

“Yeah, mate, you nearly gave Ophelia a heart attack,” Ron teased, and the red flush on my face had nothing to do with the biting cold.

“Shut up Ronald,” I snapped at him, my tone slightly playful yet defensive.

“You were really that scared?” Harry asked with a hint of a smirk on his face. But as he saw my eyes filled with worry, his smile dropped and for a moment the joking mask slipped from both our faces. Something unspoken passed between us— it was new, filled with uncertainty, but it came with a kind of warmth I had never experienced before.

“You looked like you were about to die, Potter, I swear,” I insisted, furrowing my brows.

Across from us, Ron was watching with a strange expression on his face— equal parts confusion and amusement. He nudged Hermione lightly with his elbow.

“They’re doing that thing again,” he muttered, not very subtly.

Hermione glanced up from where she was repacking her bag, eyebrows raised.

“What thing?”

“The thing where they talk like it’s just the two of them and the rest of us are background props.”

Hermione gave him a look— half exasperated, half knowing and shook her head. “Honestly, Ronald, it’s called empathy. You should try it sometime.”

But then her gaze lingered. Her lips parted like she was going to say something, then thought better of it.

“I heard screaming,” Harry confessed in a hushed voice, as if he was only speaking to me. He looked up to meet my eyes, “A woman’s voice. I think it was… I think it was my mum.”

The words hit the air like glass shattering softly. I didn’t know what to say — nothing seemed big enough, gentle enough, true enough.

“Oh, Harry,” was all I could say. The hundreds of things I wanted to say to him brewed like a storm in my mind.

I reached over and our fingers brushed against each other.

He didn’t pull away.

His thumb ghosted over my knuckles once — so light I thought I imagined it — then again, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.

“You pulled me out of it,” he said quietly. “When I couldn’t breathe.”

My heart was doing that awful, traitorous thing — loud and clumsy in my chest, like it wanted him to notice. I forced out a laugh to cover it.

“I think I screamed your name like five times and grabbed your shoulders like a maniac.”

“It worked.”

He smiled then— crooked and tired, that stupidly endearing half-smile that always made something twist behind my ribs. His dimple appeared, subtle and faint, but there.

Hermione cleared her throat, and I withdrew my hand and looked away at once.

The train was starting again, the rattling of its wheels against the tracks filled the air once more, but I wasn’t paying attention to any of that, no. All I could think about was how Harry had slowly, but surely shifted closer to me, our arms touching ever so slightly. And for the first time in that entire train ride, I felt a kind of warmth filling up my body.

buni's notes: YAY chapter one! delphi and i have been working like house elves to finish this chapter and not get sidetracked, so i'm super happy that this is finally out. don't forget to comment! we'd love to hear your thoughts <3 xo

TABLE OF CONTENTS next chapter: september 6th, saturday!

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BEFORE THE BLOOD── a harry potter fanfiction.

𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗 ─ a harry potter fanfiction.

the more that you say the less i know, wherever you stray, i follow.

𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆𝗯𝗳𝗳𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

I. Shadows On The Train

⋆˚꩜｡ 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧 ⋆˚꩜｡

𐙚⋆°｡⋆ Gracie Abrams as 𝑶𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓

❛ nothing happened in the way i wanted, every corner of this house is haunted. ❜

⋆ .˚ 𓇼 Megan Fox as 𝑨𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓

❛ who knows if i never showed up what could've been? ❜

⋆˙⟡ Daniel Radcliffe as 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

❛ all i did was try my best is this the kind of thanks i get? ❜

⋆˚𝜗 Tom Felton as 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚

❛ who could ever leave me, darling? but who could stay? ❜

˚ ༘ ೀ Nina Dobrev as 𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓

❛ if you say i'm too much, baby, go find less. ❜

‧₊˚♪ Renné Rapp as 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆

❛ leave me alone, bitch i wanna have fun. ❜

ִ˖ ་༘࿐ Milo Manheim as 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒔

❛ i know i could treat you better, better than he can. ❜

DISCLAIMER: We do not support J.K. Rowling’s homophobic/transphobic views; this fic explicitly rejects them.

ᴅᴇʟᴘʜɪ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Enemies of the heir beware, If I find out our story is being plagiarized and published anywhere else (we only publish on tumblr and ao3), I will send the basilisk after you. you have been warned.

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ʙᴜɴɪ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: fyi, this is going to be a three part series, which means that we've divided the story into three separate books of which this is the first. so, i just hope you enjoy reading this more than we did writing it, because best believe it involved a LOT of bloodshed (hence the title.

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BEFORE THE BLOOD IS OFFICALLY OUT <33

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stay tuned! <3

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LETS GOOOOO

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iii. buni's glow up guide !

disclaimer: remember that you are beautiful the way you are and you do not need to glow up. this post is just a guide to elevating your lifestyle so that you can continue to grow into an even more confident individual <3

i. reduce your screen time: i know. i know what you're thinking- "but how?" i get it. honestly i am also addicted to my phone, but in order to build healthier habits, you have to start small. avoid being on your phone an hour before you sleep and an hour after you wake up. avoid watching something while you eat, and instead be mindful of the food that is going into your body. this way, slowly, over time, you'll find that you won't reach for your phone anymore! reduced screen time will help you give more time to your hobbies and family time. it will help you clear your head and if you tend to feel overstimulated, it's a great way to detox.

ii. practice kindness: practice kindness to others as well as yourself. spreading love and peace doesn't mean you'll have less of it. in fact, spreading joy is one of the most fulfilling things to do. practice positive self talk and go easy on yourself. it takes zero effort to be nice to people and be considerate, because you never know what someone is going through. remember that everyone (including you) is human and there's no shame in making mistakes.

iii. set boundaries: it's important to be kind and accommodating to those around you, but you must remember not to let people take advantage of this kindness. decide what your boundaries are, and don't ever hesitate to speak up if someone crosses these boundaries. remember that no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

iv. exercise regularly: a lot of people view exercise just as a way to lose weight, but it is so much more than that. it's a way to keep your body healthy and functioning to it's fullest capacity. exercising regularly ensures that you have less health issues in old age which will allow you to enjoy life without stressing about your health. there are so many different ways to exercise, and just 20 minutes every day can go a long way. it is also known for improving your mood and maintaining energy levels throughout the day.

v. eat healthy: okay, i'm not telling you to become a rabbit and eat salads for every meal. when i say 'eat healthy' means making sure that every meal nourishes your body and provides the right nutrients for you. try to reduce fried and processed foods from your diet, and avoid eating too much sugar. of course, it's completely okay to eat it in moderation to satisfy your cravings once in a while. another thing that will help you to eat healthier is to eat well during meals to avoid mindless snacking.

vi. self-care: now, i know that there are so many mixed opinions on self-care on the internet, but self care looks different for everybody. some ways of taking care of yourself are- reading your favorite book, listening to your favorite album, taking afternoon naps, journaling, watching your comfort movie, spending time alone and not socializing or even taking a long shower to clear your head. my advice would be to find what works for you and take time out of the week to take care of yourself.

vii. believe in yourself: this is the most important out of all these tips. i cannot stress enough how crucial it is to have faith in yourself. it comes from trust in yourself and believe that everything will work out in the end. this is a great way to manifest your dream life.

buni's notes: i just wanted to say that even i find it difficult to follow all these habits, but it's important to be patient with yourself and do your best everyday instead of constantly aiming for perfection <3 good luck and let me know how these tips worked for you in the comments!

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𐙚 ⋆°｡ ⋆♡ this town is fake, ✮⋆˙ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ but you're the real thing ⭒ ˚. ⋆

° ⋆. ࿔*:･ breath of fresh air through smoke rings ִ . . . ་༘࿐

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𓍯𓂃 𓏧 the rest of the world was black and white ⋆. ˚ but we were in screaming color 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆

the way they literally made it out of the woods i'm crying

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isn't it crazy how i can NEVER study in school (like on campus) it's so ironic because school is a place to learn and study, and yet?? i can never focus. like i have midterms from this monday and i'm staying home tomorrow so i can study. it just baffles me sometimes istg.

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megumi x reader || fluff

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description: putting mascara on fushiguro takes a sweet turn <3

"Megumi, hold still." you said firmly, positioning his head in front of you. it was the 6th time that he had moved it, almost turning himself blind in the process.

"i am trying to," he replied with a sigh, opening his eyes wide to let you work and focus. he didn't know why it was that he agreed to it but here he was complying with your instructions.

he had thought it would be easier, seeing how you always did it so fast but unfortunately it didnt work out that way for him.

“don’t move now, okay?” you whispered, focusing on the task at hand. his lashes were too gorgeous not to do this. 'This' aka applying mascara on him.

you don't know how you managed to convince him or how you ended up like this but you were excited. It was as if you had won the lottery. You’d always admired his lashes; they were ridiculously long, framing his gorgeous green eyes in a way that felt almost unfair. and now, with him so close, you were finally indulging in a silly little daydream you'd had for ages.

you put the wand inside the bottle, turning it around a bit to collect the product before pulling it out. you were using a clear gel mascara instead of the coloured one because you didn't want visible lumps.

"here i go," you said, touching the brush to his eyelashes that were trembling slightly but were more still than before. he's too adorable

you softly lifted his eyelashes with it, moving them upwards carefully. your attention to the task was undivided, with anything barely making you lose focus, all the while Megumi's attention was on you.

it wasn't everyday that he got to see you up so close for so long when you weren't distracting him or yourself. he was admiring you, like he always did but this time closely.

his eyes followed your movement without blinking, committing your little quirks to his heart... the way your teeth were softly holding the corner of your lip, the way your eyebrows were furrowing intensely as your breath came out in a gentle rhythm... just everything about you in that moment.

he observed you as a strand of your hair fell on your face, making you look more beautiful than he was okay with, making his cheeks grow warmer and redder. thank god you weren't looking at them.

he was suddenly awfully aware of how you were sitting on his lap while his back rested against the headboard of his bed. something about the position making it all the more intimate and terrifying for Megumi. he wanted to hold you closer and never let go.

"Gumi?" you asked, noticing his silence and growing concerned. did something happen?

"hmm," he whispered, still out of it but replying to your call as if on instinct.

"you okay?" you ask, shifting backwards a little to see his face better. it was unusually red.

"Oh? huh, yeah. yeah i am" he said, catching himself before he embarrassed himself further... but when he saw your worried gaze and that cute little reaction, he couldn't help but smile.

"what?" you asked, amused and curious at the same time as your gaze flickered between his eyes. the green of his eyes was your favourite colour, you noted.

"nothing," he continued smiling, his voice low.

"oh yeah? then why are you smiling?" you said, closing the mascara and keeping it aside before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"because."

"because..?"

"just because."

he slowly moved his arms to wrap them around your waist, playing with the fabric of your shirt as he gazed at your face. the smile still prominent.

you stared back at him and when you figured that he wasn't gonna say anything, you sighed. such a menace.

"you know its actually unfair how your eyes are so beautiful." you remarked. having green eyes was already rare and with the little blue and golden flecks in them... it was just breathtaking.

"oh? are they?" his heart jumping at the compliment which he didn't show

"yeah! they are the most gorgeous eyes i have ever seen as a matter of fact."

"i dont agree though, i've seen better." he shrugged. he had seen better, way better actually.

"thats impossible." you challenged, a dead panned look on your face cause there was no way anybody had prettier eyes than his. Gojo sensei's were pretty but not this pretty.

"it isn't."

you looked at him incredelously, he could be very stubborn sometimes. a lot of times honestly.

"you don't wanna know who's?"

"i will disagree you know, no matter what ehat you say."

"its yours."

surprisingly, you weren't expecting that at all... you were totally not expecting megumi to go all soft on you like this on a random afternoon

"very funny, my eyes are very normal and simple."

"thats because you haven't seen them like i see them."

oh... it was such a simple sentence and yet it made your entire existence erupt in a fireworks. a crimson blush appearing on your face as your eyes went wide while all you could do was stare at him, mouth agape.

perhaps it was the fact that it was Megumi saying it, that made your heart flutter or perhaps it was the sincerity of those words that caught you off guard but you were truly and utterly ecstatic at that.

"what has taken over you Mr. Fushiguro?" you ask with a soft chuckle, playing with the hair at his nape.

he liked the sound of that, especially because it fell from your lips in your voice... just like honey.

"i just really love you." he mused making your entire being turn into butterflies.

"oh really?" you asked, pushing a lock of his black hair away from his face.

he nodded, eyes drooping a bit as they flickered to your lips.

you grinned, leaning towards him to capture his lips in a heartwarming kiss. soft and meaningful with silent promises that only you two knew.

as you pulled away, resting your forehead against his, you chuckled a bit. for a moment, Megumi’s hand lingered at your back, like he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet. he was trying to memorize this feeling... the warmth in his chest, the softness of your lips, and how right it all felt.

“i should put mascara on your pretty face more often,” you whispered, your voice light but eyes full of affection.

“mhmm, you should,” he murmured, smiling softly as he pulled you in for another kiss, deeper this time, like he wanted to keep this closeness forever.

a/n: idk ya'll i just was gonna write about putting mascara on him but i got carried away and wrote this, i love it so much rkdjrkjfi. like its one of my fav works i have written tbh. AAAAAA. okay anyway, if you liked it, please press that cute heart and reblog it!! It keeps me motivated to share more and write even more scenarioss. have a good day lovelies <33

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ordinary people doing extraordinary things

i was rewatching the le sserafim documentaries, and i realized that le sserafim is a group that feels so close to my heart.

le sserafim's image is such that they aren't afraid to show a more vulnerable side to them, and that's what makes them so relatable. what i love most about le sserafim is that their stories are just so real and their connection with fans is something that i've never seen other groups replicate. showing that the members are just normal people who have dreams and struggle and hurt just like the rest of us really humanizes the members. one of the things that i feel like the public isn't able to understand about le sserafim is that the reason that they're so loved is because they're not your typical superstars who only show their victories. there have been times when le sserafim hasn't been able to meet the expectations set for them, and that, for me, is what makes me want to root for them even more.

another thing is that i really agree with everything that le sserafim stands for. looking closely into their lyrics, they talk about topics that no one in kpop has brought up. individuality, fearlessness, being able to bounce back after a breakdown are all things that resonate with me. i really hope that le sserafim can continue to grow and produce content that feels right to them. their creative process is so refreshing to watch and i wish nothing but success for them.

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i recently started watching love next door, and seokryu's storyline really touched my heart. first of all, her character is so well written and it's rare to see female leads that have so much depth. her terminal illness arc is what brought tears to my eyes because as an eldest daughter myself, i know exactly what it feels like to go through difficult times and not being able to tell your family because you feel ashamed of yourself. throughout her life, she had this "perfect all rounder golden child" image that she had to maintain and her parents never acknowledged the amount of hard work she put in. being the second choice for your parents and watching them prioritize your younger sibling is a horrible feeling and it makes you feel like complete garbage. her not being able to tell her family about her illness was a direct result of their neglect and mistreatment. overall, i think jung somin had portrayed her character so well and i couldn't imagine anyone else as bae seokryu <3 being an eldest daughter is honestly no less than a full time job and her character also brought a sense of comfort to me as i realized it was a universal experience.

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⸝˒˒ ۪ ⌯𓆪 ꙳ . ࣪ ( +🎀 ) isn't that sweet? ₊ ˚ ㅤ. i guess so...

happy birthday to the light of my life, my inspiration and my everything <3 wishing you only good things 💗🎀 happy 19 years to wonyoung!