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Bonjour, mes amis! I’m Tory @imagitory, and welcome to my blog for my characters for the games Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery, Magic Awakened, and Hogwarts Legacy! Here may you find a helpful directory, which you can use to navigate my chaotic little blog and get to know each of my “children.” Consider this constantly under-construction as I add more links to each section!

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HPHM

Carewyn Cromwell ~ fancast: Sophie Turner ~ A Slytherin paragon hero and “Mama Bear” type who fights to save her brother from Hogwarts’s mysterious Cursed Vaults and her entire family and friend circle from the criminal organization R.

Jacob Cromwell ~ fancast: Timothee Chalamet ~ Carewyn’s book-smart, people-dumb spaceman older brother, who got ensnared in R’s web and eventually locked in a portrait for seven years after he and his friends tried to solve the mystery of Hogwarts’s Cursed Vaults.

Lane Cromwell ~ fancast: Claire Danes ~ Carewyn and Jacob’s soft-spoken, but intellectual mother, who is the third child of four and youngest daughter of Charles Cromwell, leader of both the mafia-like Cromwell Clan and the criminal organization R.

HPMA

Erik Apollo ~ fancast: Lucas Lynggaard Tonneson ~ A proud, snarky Muggle-born Slytherin alumnus who becomes an Auror and (temporarily) DADA Teacher’s Assistant after having been terrorized by the Muggle-born Registration Commission during the Second Wizarding War and becoming the legal ward of magical lawyer Carewyn Cromwell.

Anastasia “Ana” Read ~ fancast: Georgie Henley ~ A “strong and silent,” but incredibly intelligent and creative Gryffindor with a love of writing and stories, whose Muggle mother married a wizard with two grown sons.

Farid Sikander ~ fancast: Dev Patel ~ A gentle, pacifistic Muggle with a remarkable flair for magical creatures who gets swept up in the Wizarding World after being selected by Fawkes the Phoenix as his new owner.

HPHL

Jackson Knightly ~ fancast: James McAvoy ~ A charismatic, capricious Slytherin who, after having been kidnapped by his Muggle father, taken to New York, and used as a pawn in spiritualist scams, has vowed to take the world by storm upon graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Bartholomew “Bat” Varney / Robert Harker ~ fancasts: Lee Pace, Josh Groban ~ An eccentric, but laidback and good-humored vampire scholar with a mysterious backstory as a Muggle-born war veteran in the American War for Independence who plays as an unofficial “professor” for the students of Hogwarts at his home in Hogsmeade village.

Rudolph “Ru” Ollivander ~ fancast: Harry Styles ~ A blunt, devil-may-care kelpie who steals the identity of the young Ravenclaw boy who tried to catch them and ends up having a short, but fulfilling life as a pioneer in the field of magical photography.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphl #hogwarts legacy #hpma #magic awakened #masterpost #FINALLY FINISHED!#whew adding all these links took FOREVER #ugh #but I figure for those of you who are newer to my blog this might make it easier to get to know each of my kiddos

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Cashmere Ensemble

Halston, 1978

The Museum at FIT

#dress robes #fashion

“If you want to view paradise,

Simply look at them and view it:

Somebody to hold on to, it's all we really need...

Nothing else to it.”

~“Pure Imagination,” from Wonka (2023)

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Very early one chilly February morning in 2011, a single wizard left the wizarding village of Hogsmeade on foot. He actually had been in Copenhagen most of that week, helping the Danish Merqueen hopefully brew an antidote for a recent strain of Dragon Pox her tribe had been afflicted with. But even throughout that ongoing work, he still always returned to Hogsmeade every night. And this particular morning he knew he had to be at home.

Today was the man’s birthday...so he had to shoot up some sparks.

This particular day marked the 20th year that he’d followed this tradition. It was also the tenth year straight he’d done it outside Hogsmeade: after almost getting caught after doing it too close to some Muggle camping grounds, he reasoned it really was safer to do his ritual somewhere that wouldn’t alarm anybody, if they saw the sparks. And well, especially after marrying his wife in the summer of 2002, it had been rather comforting to know that after he’d completed his business, there would be someone waiting for him at the base of the mountain...

For this moment, however, the man was alone with his thoughts and his memories. He didn’t cry, but his hollowed-out blue eyes were tired and his steps were slow.

At least he’d kept his beard trimmed and his long curly hair combed neatly. Ashe would appreciate that -- he’d always been very put-together, when they were young.

The man once called Jacob Cromwell didn’t say a word as he shot off his gold sparks. Instead he watched the foggy early morning sky, taking steady breaths as the clouds were prickled with the first light of dawn.

Flo and Dan will be nine in two weeks, he thought.

Up went a spark.

Pip is fine. Still getting pressured to run for office after Kingsley retires...and to have ‘some kids of her own’ by Molly Weasley. Stupid...

Another spark.

Liv’s up for a promotion! Reckon she’ll be the new Head of the WWN by next year, especially with her work on Callie’s new radio show...

Another.

Mum got a Bagnold Award for her essay about Tom Riddle! Geezus, Ashe, we all knew he was a prat, but I wish you could’ve read it. That no-good git got Hagrid expelled from Hogwarts...and he wasn’t only a Prefect, but bloody Head Boy! To think old Slughorn and the other teachers didn’t see through that creep sooner...

The man paused. He watched the most recent of gold sparks fade away completely into the foggy air: then he took a deep breath and sent up five more.

I miss you. I wish you were here. I wish you and Fortescue, and Lugh and Moody, and Lupin, Tonks, and Black...all of you...I wish you were here.

I...hope you’re proud of me, Ashe. I hope you’re watching...I hope you can see me.

...I love you. So much...

Jacob slowly lowered his wand arm, watching the new sparks fade. He then closed his eyes, took another very deep breath, and started on back down the mountain.

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It took Jacob another half-hour to return to the village. When he arrived at the gate, though, his heart gave a little leap when he heard a very familiar voice.

“Dad!”

Running toward him were two dark-haired, blue-eyed children -- one boy and one girl -- their short dark blue cloaks flapping behind them.

The boy reached his father first. Jacob bent down in preparation for the boy’s running hug and caught him in both of his strong arms.

“Hey, Dan,” Jacob breathed. “Hey, little dude...”

While he spoke, his hand pressed light sign language letters into his son’s back, translating what he’d said. It made the boy squeeze Jacob all the more, just to feel the vibrations of his father’s voice through his chest a little better.

Mere seconds later, the girl -- the one who’d called out earlier -- caught up to her brother and threw her arms around her father too.

“Dad!”

“Come here, little bud -- rrrrrrah!”

Jacob gave the twins a tighter squeeze than ever. After a moment he pulled away to look at both of them; when he did so, he pointedly turned his face more toward his son and slowed down his speech to make it easier for the boy to read his lips.

“What are you two both doing up and dressed so early? Did Mum plan something special for your Mum-Kid Day?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Jacob looked up at his wife as she approached. Despite being seven years older than him thanks to his stint in the Portrait Vault all those years ago, Mia looked just as sassy and bright-eyed as the first time they went out dancing together, even in full business-like dress robes.

“I asked Ashdan and Flora before you got home last night what they wanted to make to celebrate your 40th birthday today,” she explained. Like Jacob, she threw in some signs here and there and spoke more slowly and clearly so as to make sure Dan fully understood what was being said.

“And I said a chocolate cake!” Flora said brightly. “With chocolate-covered strawberries! Since chocolate’s your favorite.” She signed out “chocolate cake” as an addition to Dan, which made him grin broadly and nod up at Jacob.

“I -- ” he said a bit hesitantly as he made sure his enunciation sounded okay in his own ears. “I told Mum we wanted to do it.” He then added exclusively in sign language, “It’s not as good as Mum’s stuff, but we tried really hard. Flora’s icing flowers look pretty good.”

“We mixed it and baked it and decorated it all by ourselves!” Flora said proudly. “Just me and Ashdan!”

Jacob’s face burst out into such a proud grin, it looked ready to pop off his face.

“For real?! All by yourselves? Bloody Hell, you two...and for your dorky old dad! How’d I ever manage to have such brilliant kids? C’mere!”

He threw his arms around his twin children again and gave them another huge hug, kissing both of their foreheads and cheeks. He beamed up at Mia, who looked upon the three of them with immense fondness.

“Come on...I skipped the usual breakfast spread, but I still set the table with warm milk and bangers, so we can put our focus squarely on Flora and Ashdan’s cake. We have a full day ahead of us, so we’d best hop to it.”

Just like before, she signed sporadically while speaking, including phrases like “come on,” “busy day,” and “let’s go.”

Jacob beamed as he straightened up and came up to walk alongside his wife as she led them all home. “Full day, huh? Even while you’re letting Mary and your mum run the shop for the day?”

“Of course -- your children are bound to run me ragged,” Mia said with a cool smile, and Jacob laughed. “Flora said she wanted to go see the Peter Pan statue at Kensington Gardens and take some pictures of Hyde Park. When she brought up London, Ashdan said he wanted to visit the Tower of London.”

Jacob’s whole face lit up as he both talked to Mia and signed toward Ashdan. “The Tower of London, huh? Reckon there’ll be tons of groovy ghost stories to learn about there!”

Ashdan nodded eagerly. Perhaps because of all the stories Jacob had told him about his namesake having once been a ghost, Ashdan had always found ghosts incredibly interesting.

“Reckon you’ll find quite a few pretty things to take pictures of in those gardens too, Flo,” Jacob shifted his focus to his daughter. “I hear the Muggle Queen got cherry blossoms from Japan put in there at some point, so those should be in bloom around this time of year...”

Flora's face lit up. “Cherry blossoms? Ooh, I wonder if I can snatch a branch of them and send them to Uncle Silas...just a little one!”

“You don’t need to steal from other people’s gardens,” Mia said tartly. “I’m quite sure your Uncle Silas would send you an entire tree of your own to plant at some point, if you merely asked him. And I might even let you have it too, so long as you behave yourself and stop skipping your chores to practice flying on your Uncle Orion’s old Cleansweep.”

Flora looked a little put-out, but her smile soon returned when Jacob brought a hand down to muss up her hair.

“No problem-o, Flo. You’ll have plenty of time to practice chucking balls around on your broom when your cousin Olin comes 'round for your birthday. Until then, help your mother out.”

“Yes, Dad,” sighed Flora.

She shot a quick look out the side of her eye at Ashdan, who grinned mischievously as he signed something to her that looked suspiciously like, “Better luck next time.”

As the family of four approached the door of Honeydukes Sweetshop, they were greeted by the first of their neighbors to wake up in the morning -- Bilton Bilmes, the now elderly owner of Zonko’s Joke Shop -- as well as the Post Office’s employees on their way into work.

“Morning, Flumes!”

“Good morning, Ms. Flume! Good morning, Mr. Flume!”

“How’s work going, Mr. Flume?”

“It’s groovy, thanks, Delilah,” Jacob answered with a grin.

When he’d first taken Mia’s surname, it had been a bit of a hassle changing his professional name everywhere, but otherwise, he quite enjoyed the shift. After all, he’d been “Jacob Bach” for all of his childhood before having it changed to Cromwell after his father left, so what was the harm in changing it again? And sure enough, it had really pissed off Blaise Cromwell. Learning his nephew had not only chosen to marry a “lowly shopkeeper,” but had also spurned the Clan’s surname in favor of taking hers, when it was the husband’s name that should always take precedence...Jacob was half-convinced Blaise was going to spontaneously combust when he found out. Jacob had merely shot back that if Blaise was so hung up on the Cromwell surname, he should just be glad that Carewyn didn’t follow his antiquated notions about romantic relationships: otherwise she would be Carewyn Amari at that moment.

Ashdan gave a light tug to his father’s sleeve. When Jacob looked at him, he started signing quickly.

“Dad...will you be home late again tonight?”

Jacob tilted his head, confused. “...I suppose so...” He offered a smile. “But don’t worry -- I’ll be home in time for dinner, just like always.”

Ashdan looked away. Jacob tapped his arm to get his attention and then signed at him, “You okay?” Ashdan bit his lip before responding.

“...I...wanted to talk to you about our Dad-Kid day. Even if it’s not until the 28th. I wanted to make plans.”

Jacob’s eyes lit up in understanding. “Ahhh, okay.” He considered this, before is face broke out into a grin and he whispered back slowly enough that Ashdan could lip-read, “Tell you what -- at 5:00 PM your time, right before dinner, come through the Vanishing Cabinet and meet me in my room-in-a-suitcase. Bring Flo too, if you want. We’ll talk then.”

Ashdan beamed and nodded. Giving his son a light pat to the head, Jacob then brought an arm around both him and Flora and steered them into the open door of Honeydukes after their mother. Ambrosius the dog bustled around both children once they entered, circling and sniffing them with his tail wagging excitedly: both children laughed as they cuddled the old greyhound.

“It’s okay, Ambrosius!” Flora said brightly. “It’s okay! We’re back! Good boy!”

Once everyone else were all inside, Jacob took one last look over his shoulder at the sky, now fully alight with golden dawn, and he smiled.

There was a lot more to do...a lot more adventures to experience. And fortunately, at the end of all of it...there would always be the people Jacob loved most, waiting for him. That was what made all of his wanderings and lessons -- all of his missteps and triumphs -- his entire life on this Earth -- truly worthwhile.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #beyond hogwarts #my art #my writing #jacob cromwell #duncan ashe #hermia flume #ashdan flume #flora flume #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #blaise cromwell #olivia green #lane cromwell #ambrosius flume #olin cresswell #silas fortescue #yes ashdan is part of the deaf community #he has bright blue hearing aids that help him magnify sound but by and large he still largely communicates via sign language #he's eventually sorted into gryffindor #he also befriends just about every ghost at hogwarts including the Grey Lady #meanwhile flora is an outdoor girlie in love with herbology animals and quidditch! also photography #hagrid becomes her favorite teacher almost immediately #she's eventually sorted into slytherin and joins their quidditch team as a chaser #she was so determined to join the team that she even attended tryouts in first year! though the team refused to take her until year two #mostly because hey like all cromwells she was smol #but yes jacob calls flora 'little bud' or just 'bud' and ashdan 'little dude' or just 'dude' alongside their special nicknames flo and dan #and in case it wasn't obvious yes -- they were named in reference to both florean and duncan #their middle names are viola and sebastian respectively LOL

"It's slander with the words you use... You're a parasite in black and white: Do anything for news! And you don't go and buy it, And they won't glorify it... To read it sanctifies it! Then why do we keep foolin' ourselves?"

~"Tabloid Junkie," by Michael Jackson

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Rita Skeeter only ever wrote one story about Carewyn "Cursebreaker" Cromwell in her entire career. It was a noticeable sidestepping: Skeeter usually was very keen to chase after popular and/or famous figures in the Wizarding World and find a way to tear down their throne. Even in that one story about Carewyn, Rita used the Cursebreaker in a backhanded way to smack down the heir to the Parkin Quidditch legacy, Skye Parkin, since Carewyn had taken her spot on the Slytherin Qudditch team at the last minute. Why, therefore, didn't Rita spy on Carewyn and Jacob after they successfully defeated R later that year? Why didn't she publish any dirt about Jacob having been coaxed to join R while he was a student and that ultimately being the reason why Albus Dumbledore had so unfairly expelled him? Why didn't she spy on Carewyn after she joined up with the Ministry of Magic...especially after she became a lawyer well-regarded enough that even Cornelius Fudge himself elicited advice from her?

Maybe it's the same reason Rita Skeeter never wrote that one article she'd considered writing about Ludo Bagman.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #beyond hogwarts #rita skeeter #carewyn cromwell #jacob cromwell #my writing #fanfiction #ludo bagman #rubeus hagrid #harry potter

carewyncromwell

Hagrid 🤝 Carewyn

Carewyn Cromwell chose to become a lawyer at the Ministry of Magic upon her graduation with the hope of helping people. She had little interest in earning any fame or monetary reward for her work: so long as she herself felt she was doing some good in her own way, Carewyn felt the hard work she'd put in would be worth it.

It took a while before Carewyn felt like she did any real good, though. 1994 in particular was a really rough year for Carewyn, when she faced two very significant legal failures back-to-back.

The first failure was when Carewyn lost a case she'd helped file against a new law drafted by Dolores Umbridge to drastically restrict employment options for werewolves, to the point that they wouldn't be allowed to work in any position involving other people or even animals while being open with their condition. And sure enough, her good friend Chiara just barely avoided losing her job at St. Mungo's Hospital for Maladies and Injuries altogether by electing to work from home for less salary. (Supposedly the pay deduction was due to Chiara no longer being able to "fulfill all responsibilities of her previous position," rather than just being because she was a werewolf, but Carewyn still thought bitterly that the Hospital staff was taking full advantage of the fact that Chiara would've had no choice but to accept such blatant mistreatment, since finding any better offer under the current restrictions would be close to impossible.) Worse, Chiara's old friend Remus Lupin had been effectively cut out of any position as a private tutor by the measure.

As if all that wasn't bad enough, though, around the same time Lucius Malfoy had gotten Carewyn's friend Rubeus Hagrid into a lot of trouble. When Hagrid first wrote to Carewyn pleading for her help in defending his hippogriff Buckbeak in court the way she'd been ready to for Hagrid just a year ago, Carewyn reminded him that she was a lawyer for cases involving people, and that Buckbeak's case wouldn't go before the Wizengamot, but Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Carewyn still did everything she possibly could to help -- she spent close to two weeks researching old cases and sending Hagrid helpful advice prior to Buckbeak's hearing, as well as before the appeal. Sadly all of this work was for naught. Hagrid was not a strong enough public speaker to present a proper legal defense, and Lucius Malfoy bullied the Committee into doing what he wanted, so in the end, Buckbeak lost his case and his execution date was set. It was a blow that hit Carewyn even harder than it should've: not just knowing that Lucius Malfoy got his spiteful way or that an innocent creature was going to be killed, but that she'd failed Hagrid. Failing the first member of Hogwarts's staff to ever speak warmly and affectionately of her brother Jacob while everyone else only spoke of him sadly or distrustfully flooded Carewyn's old frame with shame.

Just about all of Carewyn's letters written in early 1994 were very sparse. Her brother Jacob, as well as her mother Lane and her closest friends, all pinpointed this to be symptomatic of depression, and Jacob mentioned this to Hagrid himself in his own letters to the gamekeeper. Although at the time, Hagrid was in such a bad emotional state himself that he could do little else but simply write shaky, tear-stained letters reassuring Carewyn that Buckbeak's fate wasn't her fault and that he appreciated her help, he felt bad that he couldn't do more. And so after term was over and Buckbeak had miraculously escaped, Hagrid actually asked Carewyn to meet him at the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer and a talk.

Carewyn was in work-worthy dress robes, though considerably darker than usual. She'd been subconsciously gravitating toward blacks and grays a lot the last three months, and even her usual dark makeup was sparser.

Although Carewyn greeted Hagrid cordially when she entered the pub, the gamekeeper showed no restraint. Instead with a single massive step, he'd crossed the room and opened his arms to pull her into a big bear hug.

"Jacob's tol' meh yeh've been gloomy lately," he said.

Carewyn shook her head, her eyes averted. "Gloomy? Of course not. I've just...been busy is all."

"Don' give meh that rubbish," Hagrid scolded her lightly. He pulled back just enough to look at her better, and his expression saddened. "...I remember how yeh looked afta Rowan died, Carewyn...an' I can see that same look in yer eyes now. The guilt's written all ova yer face."

Carewyn didn't look up. Hagrid's eyes softened as he offered her a small smile.

"I said befo', Carewyn, wha' happened was not yer fault. An' don' worry...Beaky's good! He flew to freedom! No one can 'urt 'im now!"

Amazingly, though, this didn't seem to comfort Carewyn that much.

"No one can hurt him as long as the Ministry doesn't catch him," she murmured. "A scenario we wouldn't have to consider at all if I'd actually managed to do what I was supposed to do in the first place..."

Just like Lupin and Chiara wouldn't be struggling to make ends meet, if I'd helped them the way I should've.

"Wha' yeh were supposed t' do was yer job," Hagrid told her firmly. "Which is bein' as good ova lawyer as yeh can be. That's wha' yeh always do. Even fer cases tha' weren' yers t' take on..."

"But I didn't! I should've been better, Hagrid -- I should've been able to help you and Buckbeak, I should've known Lucius Malfoy was going to do something shady: I could've done something, anything, to counteract him, if I'd just been -- "

Hagrid brought his large hand down to pat the top of Carewyn's head. Carewyn kind of flinched in response to the gesture, not sure quite how to respond to it: even if it was clearly trying to be reassuring and not condescending, being patted like a dog still wasn't something a lady-like person like her found particularly comfortable.

"Now yeh listen t' meh, Carewyn Cromwell," said Hagrid. "I may not be th' smartest bloke 'round, an' I may not know much o' nuthin' 'bout Wizarding Law..." he smiled. "Bu' I do know you. An' one thing I've never doubted 'bout yeh, fro' the moment I gotchu an' Rowan outta that Devil's Snare, is tha' yeh're a fighter. Not a fighter like yer brother, always gettin' into trouble an' losin' 'is temper when his friends got 'urt, bu' a fighter fo' others. Remember, yeh lit yer wand as bright as yeh could, not just t' save yehself, bu' t' help Rowan, since she hadn't gotten Lumos down yet. An' yeh proved me right ova an' ova again, breakin' curses an' fightin' Dark wizards, all t' save Jacob an' protect yer friends."

Hagrid's smile broadened to the point that his dimpled cheeks were more visible through his thick black beard.

"Me droppin' me notes an' stumblin' on me words weren't yer fault, Carewyn. Nor was Lucius Malfoy being a dodgy berk. 'Onestly...I'm jus' grateful knowin' tha' when I was in trouble, I knew I coul' write t' yeh, an' even now tha' yeh're all grown-up an' living yer own life an' living yer own dream, just like Jacob is his..." His black eyes actually betrayed some tears. "...well...tha' yeh'd still wanna help."

Carewyn's blue eyes grew a little smaller and sadder hearing this. Biting her lip, she immediately opened her own arms and tried to give Hagrid a hug in return.

"Of course I wanted to help you, Hagrid," she whispered. "...I wanted to help you much more than I did..."

Hagrid gave Carewyn another big squeeze.

"I know. Bu' even I can't carry th' world on me shoulders, an' I'mma lot bigger and stronger than yeh."

Carewyn choked back a laugh as she covertly wiped her eye on her sleeve. Hagrid smiled.

"It turned out all righ' in th' end. It always does. So keep doin' what yeh've been doin', an' don' let th' world get yeh down."

Carewyn's eyes never rose to look Hagrid directly in the eye, but her mouth slowly spread into a smile all the same.

"...Thanks, Hagrid."

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

theguythatdraws

@carewyncromwell Thanks for having Carey Bear help Chiara. I think Finn would be most appreciative of that. He doesn't have the patience for the judicial system.

carewyncromwell

Honestly?? I don't blame Finn -- the legal system in both the Wizarding World and the real world can be so ridiculously frustrating!! 🖤 Carey-Bear would be glad to know that Finn can likewise support Chiara where she can't.

#carewyn cromwell #chiara lobosca #finn mcgarry

Hagrid 🤝 Carewyn

It took a while before Carewyn felt like she did any real good, though. 1994 in particular was a really rough year for Carewyn, when she faced two very significant legal failures back-to-back.

"Jacob's tol' meh yeh've been gloomy lately," he said.

Carewyn shook her head, her eyes averted. "Gloomy? Of course not. I've just...been busy is all."

Carewyn didn't look up. Hagrid's eyes softened as he offered her a small smile.

"I said befo', Carewyn, wha' happened was not yer fault. An' don' worry...Beaky's good! He flew to freedom! No one can 'urt 'im now!"

Amazingly, though, this didn't seem to comfort Carewyn that much.

"No one can hurt him as long as the Ministry doesn't catch him," she murmured. "A scenario we wouldn't have to consider at all if I'd actually managed to do what I was supposed to..."

Just like Lupin and Chiara wouldn't be struggling to make ends meet, if I'd helped them the way I should've.

"Wha' yeh were supposed t' do was yer job," Hagrid told her firmly. "Which is bein' as good ova lawyer as yeh can be. That's wha' yeh always do. Even fer cases tha' weren' yers t' take on..."

Hagrid's smile broadened to the point that his dimpled cheeks were more visible through his thick black beard.

Carewyn's blue eyes grew a little smaller and sadder hearing this. Biting her lip, she immediately opened her own arms and tried to give Hagrid a hug in return.

"Of course I wanted to help you, Hagrid," she whispered. "...I wanted to help you much more than I did..."

Hagrid gave Carewyn another big squeeze.

"I know. Bu' even I can't carry th' world on me shoulders, an' I'mma lot bigger and stronger than yeh."

Carewyn choked back a laugh as she covertly wiped her eye on her sleeve. Hagrid smiled.

"It turned out all righ' in th' end. It always does. So keep doin' what yeh've been doin', an' don' let th' world get yeh down."

Carewyn's eyes never rose to look Hagrid directly in the eye, but her mouth slowly spread into a smile all the same.

"...Thanks, Hagrid."

Friendship Drabble Prompt!

#friendship drabbles #rubeus hagrid #carewyn cromwell #chiara lobosca #remus lupin #dolores umbridge #lucius malfoy #jacob cromwell #my writing #beyond hogwarts #I honestly am *shocked* I didn't write a friendship drabble for carewyn and hagrid but looking again...yeah! I didn't!#and this does help cover a part of carewyn's story I'd headcanoned but never written out

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There was no question among the Hogwarts staff who Albus Dumbledore was going to pick as Head Girl for the upcoming fall of 1990. After protecting Hogwarts from the Cursed Vaults for multiple years and even more recently protecting the school itself from the criminal organization R with help from her brother and friends, Carewyn Cromwell was the only possible choice. That didn't mean Carewyn still wasn't bowled over by the decision.

At first when she read the letter and saw the enclosed Slytherin-green Head Girl badge, Carewyn felt nothing but guilt. The dream of being Head Girl had been Rowan's for so long that achieving it herself now felt like a betrayal. Carewyn didn't want it. Making Head Girl was supposed to be Rowan's achievement. Rowan would've achieved it, if she hadn't...

Carewyn glanced at the old photograph on her bedside table: the oldest one she had from her school days, from all the way back in her second year. In the picture were the first friends Carewyn had ever had in her life: Bill Weasley, Penny Haywood, Ben Copper...and there, right at Carewyn's side with her forehead lightly pressed beside Carewyn's hair, was Rowan. The first person Carewyn had ever called her friend...the first person who had ever called Carewyn her friend.

"Of course it’s okay! Better than okay – it’s awesome! We’re friends!”

They all looked so young, in that picture. So young and innocent...optimistic and full of hope...

Yet as she put down the letter and stared at the much younger Rowan, Carewyn felt herself smiling a bit through her tears.

Rowan had been one of the very first people Carewyn had told when she'd landed the role of Prefect. She'd actually been a little nervous for her best friend's reaction when she first sent the letter, since Rowan had mentioned once that a lot of Prefects were later chosen as Head Boy or Girl, and being Head Girl was Rowan's biggest dream alongside becoming the youngest professor in Hogwarts history. And yet Rowan had been so excited about Carewyn's success that she sent a three-page letter back, rambling on about all the great Prefects she'd read about in the past like Ferdinand Pratt and Tom Riddle and even Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore themselves, and gleefully cheering about how great of a Prefect Carewyn would be.

Really, though, Carewyn, I can't think of anyone who could be a better Prefect than you. You've always been good at looking after other people, way more than any of us other Slytherin girls. (I mean, really, could you imagine Liz or Ismelda as Prefect? Or Merula? Yikes!!) Not to mention you always look after the little guy -- not just Ben, but younger students too. Like Bill does! And well, clearly even Professor SNAPE sees it, from the looks of it!

And well, even when Rowan felt some resentment about how popular Carewyn had become over the years, she'd never wanted Carewyn to make herself smaller for the sake of her feelings. When Carewyn had finally told Rowan how much she'd wished she could be like Rowan and just focus on clubs and classes instead of running around playing hero, Rowan had responded with compassion.

“…I’m sorry, Carewyn. I’m sorry you haven’t been able to do those things.”

Now it was Carewyn who was sorry. She was sorry Rowan wasn't able to do all the things she wanted.

“But you know...just now – you talking about putting all of your dreams aside, so that you could make sure your brother’s in them? …I reckon it made me admire you even more than I ever have…ever since the day we met.”

Jacob was safe now. Carewyn herself was safe now. With R gone, her wicked grandfather in Azkaban, and the Cursed Vaults dealt with, Carewyn's future was now wide open to do as she pleased. Just like how she'd always wanted. She could finally live the life of a normal student...

A student like Rowan...

And so Carewyn forced back her tears, turning to the door of her room even as the owl finally finished cleaning its feathers in the window and took off again.

She would live her last year at Hogwarts the way Rowan would've. The way she should've. And then she would chase her dream of being the best lawyer she possibly could be, with just as much single-minded determination as Rowan had always chased hers to teach.

That would be Carewyn's final gift to her best friend -- the thing she could do to make Rowan truly proud of her.

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Once Carewyn had composed herself, she told her mother Lane the news. Lane was so proud that once she stopped hugging her daughter, she immediately set about making some chocolate chip pikelets to celebrate. Carewyn then sent a letter each to Jacob and Bill. Jacob proceeded to brag about it to absolutely everyone he collided with at the Three Broomsticks, customer or otherwise -- Bill wasn't too far behind him, though he restrained himself to just sending excited letters to both Charlie and his parents. Before long, all of Carewyn's friends were sending her letters, cards, and gifts of congratulations. The most fun gift was Jacob coming home with a whole barrel of salted-caramel-spiced Butterbeer he and Rosmerta had mixed up specially for Carewyn...but the most meaningful one ironically enough came from Carewyn's dormmate Ismelda Murk.

Hey, Cromwell, Merula told me you scored Head Girl. Can't say I'm surprised. I planned to give this to you at school, but I reckon this really is the proper time, given how much Rowan wanted to be Head Girl. She lent this to me only a few days before she died after she learned I lost my Slytherin one. I kind of stuffed it into the bottom of my trunk so I couldn't look at it and only just found it again after unpacking for summer break. It's colorful and dorky, but hey...so was she. Make Rowan proud, Cromwell. You know the entire Circle of Khanna will hold you accountable if you don't! Ismelda P.S. Congrats too, I guess.

Enclosed was a very familiar colorfully striped scarf: the exact same scarf Carewyn had seen Rowan wear whenever it was cold, since their very first year.

“I’ve got to go meet up with my parents at Twilfit and Tattings – Mum said I could buy something special, to wear to school. I was thinking I’d get something scholarly – something that says I’m a serious student, that I intend to work really hard and learn a lot! Like a cool hat! Or maybe a sweater, a really serious kind…”

“…How about a scarf? It’d be practical, since it could keep you warm…but if it’s colorful, it can help you stand out and make a good first impression.”

“That’s a great idea!”

Carewyn wore Rowan's old scarf the day she returned to Hogwarts that year as Head Girl...and indeed, Dumbledore did compliment the striking fashion choice.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #carewyn cromwell #rowan khanna #my writing #gifs #edits #lol recycled art #albus dumbledore #ismelda murk #filling in gaps for my carewyn 'beyond hogwarts' masterpost...#also missing rowan #rest in peace sweetheart

"Mad that I acted respectless?

Well, it's 'cause no one could respect this!

Sorry, group attendin' --

Since when are overlords too scared to fight?

You're long past trendin'...

Sorry, babe, but I ain't swiping right!"

~"Respectless" from Hazbin Hotel

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The Order of the Phoenix had known about the group called "Dumbledore's Army" since it was first formed in October 1995. One of their own members, Mundungus Fletcher, had followed Harry and the other students into the Hog's Head that day in disguise as an old woman and ended up hearing the whole thing. Unfortunately Fletcher hadn't been the only person snooping: petty criminal Willy Widdershins had also been in the dirty old pub, and he immediately went scampering off to Umbridge to let her know what he'd heard. And so from that meeting on, the group went underground.

Now for most of the Order of the Phoenix, the knowledge of a secret student organization forming with Harry in charge was anxiety-inducing. All of them knew how much Fudge was looking for an excuse to expel Harry from school, and without his wand and without Dumbledore's protection, Harry would be even more vulnerable when Voldemort came after him. There were a few Order members that were proud of what Harry was doing, though. Of course Harry's godfather Sirius Black was his biggest fan, but Jacob Cromwell and Nymphadora Tonks also passionately supported Harry's decision.

"Hey, that old fink Umbridge wasn't doing her job to teach her classes, someone had to step up and make sure those students learned something," Jacob said coolly.

Tonks nodded. "Look, I'm not trying to have a go at the staff...but since the adults in their lives weren't giving them what they needed, we can't really be surprised that Harry and the others decided to go get it themselves."

Even the more level-headed Remus Lupin had to agree with this.

"They're right, Molly," he said softly. "As risky as Harry's and his friends' activity is, this is their answer to our fight. Same as Jacob and his friends dealt with Hogwarts's Cursed Vaults during the First War," he nodded to Jacob, "or his sister Carewyn and her friends took over breaking their curses, in his stead," he glanced at Tonks. "Harry and the others are too young to fight in the War itself, but their education is another battlefield this War is being fought on...so they've elected to fight back."

When Dumbledore's Army was discovered by Umbridge in April 1996, however, the fallout was worse than anyone could've predicted. Harry avoided getting expelled, thank goodness, but Dumbledore had been forced to take all the blame and then flee the school, admittedly after giving Fudge and his support staff a good trouncing. This, however, put Umbridge in charge as Hogwarts's new Headmistress and the school itself without Dumbledore's protection. To make things harder for Arthur and Molly Weasley in particular, their twin sons Fred and George physically withdrew themselves from school in order to evade unjust punishment from Umbridge. It was the day after the Weasley twins left Hogwarts that the Order of the Phoenix — sans Dumbledore — met at 12 Grimmauld Place for a meeting. The hope was to reassert the group's shared purpose and come together to take the next steps in protecting Harry from Voldemort.

What it did, instead, though, was put to light just how many cracks were in the group's ranks.

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"Pick a star on the dark horizon And follow the light -- You'll come back when it's over: No need to say goodbye..."

~"The Call" by Regina Spektor

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quick reference to Lugh Hopper @thatravenpuffwitch

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Jacob received many packages from Mia during both the Second Wizarding War and its aftermath. While he was traveling the world, he received those packages in the enchanted inbox in his portable room-in-a-briefcase: Mia’s coded letters and fresh pastries always brought some sunshine to the less exciting and glamorous parts of Jacob’s travels.

Indisputably the best gift Mia ever sent to Jacob’s inbox, however, arrived late on the night of 15 December 2000. It was a small box with a letter written in tiny writing on the stamp. Only when Jacob used Engorgio on the entire box was the writing readable —

Jacob, Your Christmas gift is inside this cabinet. If you get stuck, Apparate back to wherever you are right now, outside your portable room-in-a-suitcase. Then write back to me immediately. Hope to see you soon. Mia

When Jacob unwrapped the larger package, he found a Vanishing Cabinet. Frowning in confusion, he tucked both of his wands in his pockets, stepped inside, and closed the door. Almost as soon as the door snapped shut, the Carpenters Christmas record he’d been playing in his room-in-a-suitcase went silent. Instead there was another odd sound: something like the distant chattering and murmuring of dozens of people.

Jacob slowly inched the door back open with a creak. To his surprise, he found himself not in his room, but instead inside what looked like a neatly-kept guestroom bathed in the sunlight streaming in through the window.

And as he inched his way out, looking around, he heard the sound of what sounded like rapid footsteps racing up some stairs. A moment later, Mia Flume had appeared in the door frame of the guest room, her face very white: at the sight of him, Mia beamed from ear to ear. Jacob meanwhile was left gawking at her, his face over-bright with emotion and awe.

“Mi…you…how did you…?”

“Draco Malfoy used a matched pair of Vanishing Cabinets to get into Hogwarts,” Mia explained. “I thought maybe if that connection could overrule Dumbledore’s magic, maybe it could overrule physical distance as well. I had to contact Professor Slughorn for a good contact with experience in selling and maintaining magical home decor, and he and I had to strengthen the connection with extra spellwork for the last three months, but…”

Mia felt her cheeks flush.

“…This way…you and your sister can have something you’ve wanted for years. A wardrobe that can take you home, when your adventures are through.”

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"She took my arm -- I don't know how it happened --

We took the floor and she said,

'Oh, don't you dare look back:

Just keep your eyes on me.'

I said, 'You're holding back.'

She said, 'Shut up and dance with me!'"

~"Shut Up and Dance With Me" by Walk the Moon

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Over the course of 1999 and 2000, Jacob Cromwell came back to London several times. Whenever he returned to the United Kingdom, he met up with his old war associate, Mia Flume, and the two would go on little "adventures" around Mia's long, diligent hours running Honeydukes Sweetshop. Here is a list of just some of the "firsts" Mia and Jacob Cromwell shared together in that time --

Mia attended her first Muggle theatrical production with Jacob -- a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream put on by a youth theater outside Westminster -- just before the end of summer. This night was also the first time the two ever cooked together (a rather tasty Lancanshire Hotpot), as well as Mia's first time trying gelato. She cried most of the time she ate it remembering Florean, so Jacob brought an supportive arm around her and squeezed her up against his side to show her support.

Not long after, Mia attended a court hearing for the first time with Jacob. This particular first time was for the trial of Amycus Carrow, where Mia and Jacob were both called up as witnesses. This was also the first time Mia met Jacob's little sister Carewyn Cromwell, who was the Ministry of Magic's Chief Prosecutor. The young witch came across as remarkably intimidating on the stand despite her small frame and ladylike demeanor. Even off the stand, Mia felt like Carewyn was examining her critically as Jacob introduced them. She wondered if Carewyn's Legilimency made her prone to scrutinizing everyone upon first meeting, or whether it was just because she was a lawyer. Carewyn must have sensed this particular thought off of Mia, but it didn't seem to displease her: instead it made her smile. She also made it a point to thank Mia for the birthday cake she'd made one year for her.

Jacob went on his first dog walk with Mia and Ambrosius in October. Jacob had never owned a dog at any point in his life: cats he was a bit more used to since his mother Lane and sister Carewyn had both owned cats (even Carewyn's new ward Erik had a cat familiar), and he'd also owned owls, but dogs were an animal he had little instincts for. Fortunately even if Ambrosius didn't remember Jacob from his human life, the greyhound took to him quite well, especially once Jacob figured out he liked to run. Before long, Jacob and Ambrosius were running in full circles around the block so they could catch up with Mia walking at a leisurely pace beside them. Jacob also then went shopping in Diagon Alley on his own for the first time since the War to buy a Christmas gift for Ambrosius: a collar magically bonded to a bracelet Mia could wear and would let out warning pings if Ambrosius got too far away from her.

Later that month, Mia threatened someone bodily harm for the first time. The "someone" in question was Alecto Carrow, right after her trial: while being led away by some Aurors, the Death Eater had caught sight of the Flumes with Jacob and foolishly decided to taunt Mia, asking if she could "play with her wittle puppy" some more. In a flare of overprotectiveness, Mia got right up in Alecto’s face — wand raised and burning with red cinders — and hissed at the Death Eater if she ever came near Mia’s family again, she would pray for the safety of Azkaban prison. Jacob then for the first time in his life had to play peacekeeper by holding Mia back as Alecto was dragged away by the Aurors, even though he too glared menacingly at Alecto's retreating back.

Mia went shopping at a Muggle shopping district for the first time with Jacob at the tail end of December 1999. Jacob was determined to show Mia the Covent Garden Christmas Market decorations before they got torn down, since she'd never seen them. She was so inspired by the beauty of the twinkling lights and giant bells that she made a series of red and green jelly candies shaped like bells, dusted with sugar and gold glitter, and charmed to jingle when jostled around. These "Jelly Bells" would soon be mass-produced and sold at Honeydukes Sweetshop every holiday season.

Jacob attended his first New Year's Eve party with Mia at Tia's new house in Yorkshire. Ironically the house wasn't too far away from the Cromwell Clan's old estate, which Jacob found really funny. He even got Mia's nephews Olin and Skylar Cresswell to help him throw up a couple extra Fillibuster Fireworks into the sky, in the hopes that the Weasleys' rockets popping and crackling over the old Manor house might disrupt Blaise Cromwell's evening. Jenie, Tia, and Mia all scolded the three for the impulse, but Mia bit back a slightly wry smile despite herself. If nothing else, the fireworks Jacob and her nephews set off did create a rather pretty display...and the thought of not just a new year, but a new millennium, felt like something worth celebrating fully and loudly.

Mia and Jacob both visited their first karaoke bar for Mia's birthday that January. Mia went first with a jazzy rendition of Stevie Wonder's Superstition. Jacob shot back with Whitney Houston's And I Will Always Love You. They then alternated over the course of the next two hours with more of their respective favorites: Heard It Through the Grapevine by Marvin Gaye, S.O.S. by ABBA, 1999 by the Artist Formerly Known as Prince, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham!, and so on. Both Jacob and Mia got hit on by various people at the bar between songs until one particularly drunk bloke got so handsy with Mia that it nearly sparked a fight and Mia forcibly yanked Jacob out of the bar after her. The still slightly tipsy duo then sang the old Hogwarts school song together as they walked off into the night, back toward the street so they could hail the Knight Bus.

Jacob went to his first Quidditch match with Mia that summer. He had been complaining to Mia about Carewyn dating this "dumb jock" off-and-on for the last few months in his letters, until Mia finally put him in his place by challenging him to actually watch a Quidditch match and see how "dumb" Quidditch players really are. As luck (or perhaps fate) would have it, they ended up at a match between the Montrose Magpies and their old rival, the Kenmare Kestrals. And from where they sat in the stands, the two had a really good view of the Kestrals' goal, where their Keeper was sideswiped a total of 100 times from the Magpies' Captain, who turned out to be none other than Carewyn Cromwell's "dumb jock" boyfriend, Orion Amari. He surfed on the back of his broom nearly the entire time, and he blindsided the Keeper with weird techniques like obscuring which player held the Quaffle and bouncing the ball off the neighboring hoops to score. Jacob still stubbornly refused to praise Orion by the end of the match, but Mia was able to get him to concede that there was some strategy involved in the game, more than just chucking balls around and knocking people off their brooms. Jacob even contemplated out loud if there might be any good Quidditch strategy books he could get for Olin as a Christmas gift.

Mia visited Hogwarts's Forbidden Forest for the first time with Jacob in late July 2000. She had elected to take Muggle Studies over Care of Magical Creatures at school, and she would've never chosen to go into the Forest against school rules, so she'd never had much reason to go before. But when Hagrid asked Jacob to help him make something for the Hogwarts centaur herd as a gift, Jacob recruited Mia to help, and the three came together to make several loafs of fresh apple bread (one of which Hagrid took home, but the rest went to the herd). While in the Forest, Mia was fortunate enough to not only formally meet Jacob's old friend Torvus and Hogwarts's secondary Divination professor Firenze, but she also got to see Florean's personal favorite creature: a unicorn. When she got back to the shop, she was so inspired that she stayed up all night making a whole batch of cinnamon-sugar unicorn horns to put in the window.

Jacob went out dancing at a nightclub for the first time with Mia. Callie had invited her older sister to the magical Thestral Club back in April 2000, and after a lot of coaxing, Mia finally convinced Jacob to go with her in late August. Jacob was dressed painfully casually and definitely was out of his element, but after Mia playfully teased him about being scared, Jacob followed her onto the floor. Even if he danced like an absolute dork at first to mask his insecurity, Mia's encouragement and mischievous smiles soon got him to loosen up enough that he did try a bit more sincerely. By the end of the night, Jacob had to admit -- he'd had fun!

It was on that night at the Thestral Club -- dancing with Jacob on the dance floor to Whitney Houston and George Michael...seeing him smile so handsomely and bravely despite the awkwardness of his steps...watching him slowly break down the defenses around himself that Mia had hardly known he'd been keeping up -- that Mia thought something for the first time in four years. That maybe...just maybe...she was dancing with someone who loved her.

And the reason she thought this, she now realized with a spasm of both joy and terror...was because that person was someone she'd grown to love a lot herself.

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"When you walk away, you don't hear me say, 'Please...oh baby, don't go!' Simple and clean Is the way that you're making me feel tonight... It's hard to let it go..."

~"Simple and Clean" by Hikaru Utada

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Jacob's T-shirt graphic // original background source // edited with help from Lunapic

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The Second Wizarding War was a very traumatic time. By the end of it, Mia Flume had lost her brother-in-law Dirk Cresswell and the love of her life Florian Fortescue, seen her father Ambrosius fully surrender to his Blood Malediction and permanently transform into a greyhound, and watched her shop and childhood home burn to the ground. But even with all of the pain she and her family went through, Mia had also grown a lot as a person. She felt stronger and wiser than when the War had started: less blindly trusting in authority and less rigid in following "the rules" without retrospection. Her relationship with her sister Callie was a lot closer; both the Hogwarts staff and Hogsmeade village celebrated her efforts to send full holiday feasts to the school even while under Death Eater rule; she'd even mended fences with Florean's grandfather Silas Fortescue -- who had always distrusted her -- and now considered him a member of her family.

Hands down, the biggest change in Mia's life, however, was Jacob Cromwell. The man who had once been her school enemy had truly changed Mia more than anyone else ever had in the mere two years they spent working together during the War. He'd gone from someone she distrusted and resented to someone she trusted without question: a comrade who not only understood the depth of her grief losing the man she loved, but who had gone out of his way to protect and help her multiple times at great risk to himself. The two of them had sent so many coded letters and secret messages inside baked goods over those two years that Mia had long since lost count. That reliable stream of messages, as well as the Barbra Streisand and Prince records Jacob had sent Mia one year, had brought comfort to the most sleepless nights during the worst time of Mia's life.

And so when the War ended and Jacob sold his flat, preparing to return to his old life as a traveling vagabond wizard...Mia felt a strange kind of bereavement. It felt like she was standing on some sandy beach, watching a boat sail away into the distance, never to return.

Mia waffled on whether or not to say goodbye to Jacob in person. She had already sent a proper letter, but she wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep it together if she actually had to look him in the eye and say goodbye. And well, Honeydukes had only just fully reopened the same day Jacob was set to depart -- to leave her mother to mind the shop when it was that busy felt wrong. Just like it had felt wrong to leave her parents and the shop when Ambrosius's condition first started worsening, when Mia was in sixth year...just like it had always felt wrong to leave, when she was the only Flume who could stock and run the store in her father's stead...

But as Mia sat behind the desk ringing up orders, her eyes kept drifting to the clock and she kept taking note of how much longer Jacob would be in London. His train was leaving in four hours. Three. Ninety minutes...now an hour. And she kept hesitating.

Mia only snapped out of this trance of inaction by a certain customer coming in. This customer was a short, timid-looking witch with a black bun by the name of Mary Cattermole.

So these Kings and Queens entered the thicket, and before they had gone a score of paces they all remembered that the thing they had seen was called a lamppost, and before they had gone twenty more they noticed that they were. making their way not through branches but through coats. And next moment they all came tumbling out of a wardrobe door into the empty room, and They were no longer Kings and Queens in their hunting array but just Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy in their old clothes. It was the same day and the same hour of the day on which they had all gone into the wardrobe to hide. Mrs Macready and the visitors were still talking in the passage; but luckily they never came into the empty room and so the children weren't caught. And that would have been the very end of the story if it hadn't been that they felt they really must explain to the Professor why four of the coats out of his wardrobe were missing. And the Professor, who was a very remarkable man, didn't tell them not to be silly or not to tell lies, but believed the whole story. "No," he said, "I don't think it will be any good trying to go back through the wardrobe door to get the coats. You won't get into Narnia again by that route. Nor would the coats be much use by now if you did! Eh? What's that? Yes, of course you'll get back to Narnia again some day. Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia. But don't go trying to use the same route twice. Indeed, don't try to get there at all. It'll happen when you're not looking for it. And don't talk too much about it even among yourselves. And don't mention it to anyone else unless you find that they've had adventures of the same sort themselves. What's that? How will you know? Oh, you'll know all right. Odd things they say - even their looks - will let the secret out. Keep your eyes open. Bless me, what do they teach them at these schools?" And that is the very end of the adventure of the wardrobe. But if the Professor was right it was only the beginning of the adventures in Narnia.

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"And your voice is like a siren that guides me

To wild, uncharted waters --

Alone, just you and me!

And I hope you're there in the open air:

There's no map or compass to guide me!

No, time may change the shoreline,

But time will not change me..."

~"Wild Uncharted Waters (cover)" by Sam Tsui and Casey Breves

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So I've been going through a bit of a rough patch IRL this holiday season, and...yeah! I found myself drawing Jacob Cromwell and Duncan Ashe again, specifically their forms in my POTC AU. In the story, Jacob "Black Jack" Cromwell Roberts is a man who -- after escaping his toxic pirate family with his little sister Carewyn and starting a new life -- was pressed into service on board another pirate ship, only to become an infamous, dangerous Pirate Lord himself with a whole fleet under his command. Meanwhile Duncan (most often called by his made-up surname "Ashe") is a merman who fell in love with Jack from afar, saved him from drowning, and ultimately took human form and became his dedicated First Mate and lover. While writing the AU during the pandemic, I took a time out to discuss their backstory, enclosing a little doodle of my images of them with it --

-- and yeah, this was the image I decided I wanted to recreate!! (Wow, five years of drawing practice can really make a difference, can't it?)

To quote that backstory, though:

While trapped on board on the Rover for the next two years, Jacob would (like in the old days trapped on the Revenge with his sister Carewyn) sing to pass the time. Most of the pirates didn’t mind too much as Jacob, like Carewyn, has a great singing voice, and honestly, there isn’t much to do to entertain oneself on a pirate ship. As luck would have it, one day, Jacob’s singing caught the attention of a merman swimming by the Rover, who was startled by the sound of the voice and stopped momentarily to suss out whether it was another merman or not. He pretty quickly deduced that no, it was just a human male with an unusually attractive singing voice. Duncan probably would’ve tried to take this opportunity to lure the human male into the water and eat him, but considering he was alone and the ship was stuffed to the brim with nasty-looking pirates, Duncan decided it probably wouldn’t be prudent to do so. So instead he shadowed the ship for a while, thinking to follow it back into waters where more merfolk swam and, once there, attack the ship properly with reinforcements. While following the ship, however, it seemed like every time Duncan came up to the surface, that one human male was always singing, and it was always in such a pained, aching sort of voice. This didn’t trouble Duncan exactly – it was good to know that this human wanted something so much and that Duncan would therefore be able to figure out what he wanted and use it to lure him into his waiting jaws easily – but as he followed the ship and listened to this young man’s voice in comparison to the others’ on board, he suddenly got the weird feeling that this human was…different, somehow. And so he situated himself on the ship’s anchor and listened a bit more carefully. Merfolk have a pretty good ability to read the hearts and attitudes of humans just by being close to them, and although Duncan couldn’t get close enough to completely suss out what this human wanted, he got the feeling that his emotions were strong – not just the sorrow and pain, but the resilience and determination, as well. The human was also very amusing, frequently running intellectual circles around the other men on the pirate ship and making Duncan bite back laughter. At one point Duncan even overheard an argument between the human and the pirates on-board where he demanded to be set free and mentioned his sister, insisting that she needed him and saying he would do anything if they’d just let him return to her. Considering that merfolk in general are not family-oriented (with a few lone exceptions), the level of passion in which this human spoke of his sister startled Duncan. He was more than used to people lusting after gold or flesh, but he’d never heard anyone speak so selflessly before – being willing to lay down his own life not for himself, but for someone else. It was a stupid thing to say, Duncan thought, considering these pirates clearly had no reason to listen to him and him emotionally lashing out wouldn’t likely help anything…and yet, all the same, Duncan found himself drawn all the more. And so when the ship entered merfolk-inhabited waters…Duncan did not strike. Instead he left and found a meal elsewhere, but never forgot the ship called the Rover and the young man with the wonderful voice. Over the next year, Duncan kept his eye open for the Rover. It zipped back and forth across the sea often enough, so it didn’t take long for him to figure out their route. There were several points he considered speaking to the human, or maybe even singing himself so he could hear him, but he always reminded himself that he didn’t know what good it would do. Sailors still by and large fear and distrust merfolk (though they often presume they’re all mermaids, not men), and Duncan had no way to help this human escape his circumstances whether he wanted to or not. He no longer wanted to lure him off the pirate ship with promises that weren’t true.

Listening to Sam Tsui and his husband Casey Breves sing this duet cover immediately made me think of Ashe and Jacob in this AU (even if I personally imagine Ashe as a Bass), and it was absolutely the best accompaniment while drawing/editing this. (Imagining Duncan singing "Ohhh...over you...I cannot get over you...!" and the dramatic ending combined with the memory of how their story ends in particular got me pretty feelsy. 🥹)

Much love, all! 🧜‍♂️

#my art #potc au #jacob cromwell #jacob #duncan ashe #hphm #hogwarts mystery

“Black Jack!” said Barnaby in relief. The rest of the Phoenix chattered happily at the sight of the Tower Raven’s captain. Charlie was relieved too, seeing that Carewyn’s brother was all right after all. Unlike the rest of the captains present, Jacob only had Ashe accompanying him instead of a full crew, and both men were also missing their hats and dressed in sopping wet clothes. “Apologies for my tardiness,” muttered Jacob as he sidled into the seat next to Merula’s. “Ashe and I had to swim most of the way here, as that twat Rakepick decided to blow up my ship – ” “Swim?” repeated Merula, sounding both perfectly scandalized and disbelieving. “How could you have swam all the way here from…wherever the Hell you were?” “Very strong lungs and muscles,” Ashe said in such a cool voice that it put an end to the train of conversation. He stood over Jacob much the way Aishwarya stood over Arjun, draping his arms over the back of the chair so as to hug Jacob from behind, and shot beady looks at the remaining Pirate Lords. “Seems they’re all in attendance, Jack.” “Aye,” said Jacob. “Shall we begin, then?”

~POTC AU, Act II, Part 6: The Brethren Court

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original background source // edited with help from Lunapic

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...LOL, okay, I admit it, writing all the stuff I've been doing lately with Jacob and Mia Flume during the Second Wizarding War made my Duncan Ashe muse a little restless. So I decided to draw this scene from my old POTC AU! Because what can I say, even if I do want Jacob to move on and have a happy life in his canon even after losing his OTL, I am a Jacashe shipper to the end and I love that I've been able to write some AU's where they got the happy ending they deserved together. Honestly, though, any partner who Jacob would end up with post-Ashe would have to be okay with the fact that Jacob will always love Ashe, that's just the way it is. Plus I'll be honest, I really have grown very fond of long-haired!bearded!Jacob. X3

A few details on Captain Jacob "Black Jack" Cromwell Roberts and First Mate Duncan Ashe's looks here, for those of you unfamiliar with this AU...Jack has a bandage on the hand he's resting his chin on to hide the "black spot" given to him by Davy Jones. He also has a black gunpowder burn on the right side of his face, which lends to his nickname of "Black Jack," alongside his dark wardrobe; his high-risk, tricky plundering style; and the phrase already being associated with the pirate flag. From a meta point of view, there were also several historical pirates with "Black" in their name, including John "Black Jack" Anderson and (more relevantly) Bartholomew "Black Bart" Roberts. Speaking of wardrobe, Ashe's outfit is both the fancier and more colorful of the two, because he's always the more stylish one out of him and Jacob, in their canon or otherwise. The doubloon earrings Jack and Ashe are wearing are a set that Jack purposefully split and gave to Ashe so they could each wear one, both to pay for their burials if they died (a standard pirate reason to wear a gold earring) and to signify their partnership the way a wedding ring normally would. Ashe's possessive body language is more understandable when you learn that he is a merman who took human form to be Jack's First Mate and lover and so is generally still very distrustful of humans. (To be fair, though, Ashe is kind of a jealous and protective sort in all universes, when it comes to Jacob. Jacob returns it just as much in kind, though.)

Happy holidays! Yo ho ho and much to love to you all! 🏴‍☠️

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #art #jacob cromwell #duncan ashe #jacob #potc au #*hums crazy possessive by kaci battaglia again and laughs to herself*#goddamn it I love my trash boys

"I think I can make it now -- the pain is gone...

All of the bad feelings have disappeared...

Here is that rainbow I've been praying for --

It's gonna be a bright (bright),

Bright (bright), sunshiny day!"

~"I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash

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quick reference to the Phoenix Resistance @phoenixresistance //edited with help from Lunapic

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The Battle of Hogwarts was long and turbulent. The earth around the school shook for hours, terrifying the residents of Hogsmeade village. Many opened their homes, sent owls to the Phoenix Resistance, or even ran up to the school themselves to offer aid to the students and teachers. One person who actually did all three was Hermia Flume.

As soon as Aberforth Dumbledore’s busboy rushed over to Honeydukes’s half-completed new store front, Mia came downstairs to meet him. She’d already been awake: Silas Fortescue had sent her a letter earlier that evening with news he’d heard through his Ministry friends about a Gringotts break-in Thicknesse and the others were now desperately trying to hush up, and Mia wanted to follow up with Jacob about it right away. Right after she’d sent out the owl carrying her coded message, however, she saw the wizard from the Hog's Head arrive and learned the news —

Harry Potter had returned to Hogwarts. Not only that, but the Carrows and Snape had fled, presumably to join the Death Eater army now on its way.

Mia’s blood was pounding in her ears like drums, but she immediately faced the petrified young man with a very hard, urgent expression.

“You said Potter got into school through the Hog’s Head? There’s a unblocked passage inside the Hog’s Head?” When the man shakily nodded, Mia pushed on. “Fine. Tell Aberforth to ask the Hogwarts house elves to Apparate straight to the Hog's Head. We’re getting every last student home. Now.”

~*~

Getting Hogwarts's younger students to safety proved a more difficult effort than Mia had envisioned. A good chunk of the children who'd been evacuated had parents who were forced to mark lock-step with the Death Eaters because of their jobs or (worse) were sympathetic to the Death Eaters' cause themselves. There was no way in Hell Mia was going to send those kids back home in those conditions...so before long, Mia and Madam Rosmerta had taken on the task of settling those kids into rooms at the Three Broomsticks, while Jenie set about making up some proper meals for them. Within the hour, Silas Fortescue arrived as well, and he, Rosmerta, and Mia put up several very strong protective wards around both the inn and the rest of the shops and houses on the block, just in case the Death Eaters spilled into the neighboring village again.

It was only when Mia was putting up the last ward around Hogsmeade's gate just after midnight that she caught sight of the owl she'd sent earlier returning. Stopping at once, she rushed forward, holding her hand out for the owl to roost on, and immediately tore open the letter. For once, Jacob's letter wasn't written in code or invisible ink: it was sparsely written and vague.

Mi, I've been ordered back to school. Please contact our friends — the event starts at midnight, and we might need some extra help from the PR department. Hope to see you soon. JC

Mia's heart clenched. Jacob was at Hogwarts. He was going to fight the Death Eaters with the rest of the Order of the Phoenix.

Her first instinct was to head straight there, but the rest of Jacob's letter made her hold back.

"PR department" — he means the Phoenix Resistance! They need reinforcements...anyone who might be able to help the Order protect the school...

With Voldemort now the owner of the Elder Wand and his army reinforced by not only giants, but werewolves, Mia knew that the battle was going to be lopsided against them from the start. The only way to prevent complete destruction would be to rally as much help as they could...and right now, the people who had the most motive to fight would be those in hiding. Those countless people who the Death Eaters had forced underground and who knew first-hand how much there was to lose.

And so Mia went straight home. She wrote countless letters — letters to as many people as she knew of who owned safehouses or who were in contact with Potterwatch or the Phoenix Resistance — and sent them off both with owls and with house elves Apparating to their destination. She sent a letter to Callie's flat via the Floo Network. She sent a letter to Fleur Weasley at Shell Cottage. She sent a letter to the safehouse where Tia was staying with Olin and Skylar. She sent more still to Augusta Longbottom, Carewyn Cromwell, and the hostesses from Madam Puddifoot's who had sent in their paychecks to help rebuild Honeydukes, and many others. The whole effort took hours — it was close to 4 AM, when the worst of the explosions had paused, that Mia was finished.

When she came outside to look at the pitch black horizon for some indication of the battle's outcome, Mia found herself colliding head-on with Horace Slughorn. Her old Potions professor was very pale and shaking, but his eyes brightened up immediately at the sight of her.

"The Dark Lord has given us an hour, to supposedly 'bury our dead with dignity,'" he said, and his usually amiable voice betrayed quiet contempt. "But what he really wants is for Harry to surrender to him, with the threat of killing everyone else at the school if he doesn't."

Mia's eyes narrowed to slits.

"That coward," she whispered. Florean was fresh in her mind, almost standing beside her in spirit as she spoke. "That absolute coward — so afraid of a wizard who's only just come of age that he feels the need to blackmail him into surrendering, rather than face him in battle..."

It's not like You-Know-Who would keep his word even if Potter gave in. He'll destroy anyone and anything that gets in his way...anyone he thinks might threaten him...

Memories of Honeydukes burning down — of Alecto hurtling Fiendfyre at Ambrosisus — of Dumbledore's tomb — of the students currently hiding at the Three Broomsticks — of the trashed block in Little Hangleton where Ella Arley had once lived — of Tia's tear-stained letter after the loss of Dirk — of Ollivander's emaciated frame in bed — of Florean's handsome smile — made Mia's blood pulse. She whipped her wand out of her pocket and it actually let out some sparks.

"If VOLDEMORT — " she roared the name as fiercely as she could, " — wants to kill us so badly...then let him try! We're not afraid to die like he is."

Slughorn would say later to Mia's mother Jenie that he'd never seen a witch outside the Auror Department look quite so fearless, in all his life. Even Minerva McGonagall would've been impressed.

And so Mia, Madam Rosmerta, and about a dozen other citizens of Hogsmeade accompanied Slughorn back to Hogwarts, alongside the parents of those children Mia and Jenie had managed to send home safely. From the gate on, that small army was soon infused with even more reinforcements from the Phoenix Resistance. Even both of Mia's sisters showed up ready to help.

"I may be no warrior, but every battlefield needs a nurse," Tia explained as she held Mia back at arm's length.

"And a reporter!" said Callie, beaming with sunny determination. "So that the whole world knows what happened!"

Mia had never been so proud to walk side by side with her sisters as when they left Hogsmeade village together, following Slughorn the others straight to Hogwarts.

Hope was only renewed in full when the little army reached the Hogwarts grounds, where they were met and reinforced further by both a giant named Grawp and the entire Hogwarts centaur herd. The overwhelming aid rushing in all at once, combined with the spell of sacrificial love that no one knew had already been cast by Harry Potter just a short while earlier, meant that the second wave of the battle was far easier than the first. Mia herself took down three whole giants with her spellwork, as well as dueled both Louis Selwyn and Lestat Travers single-handed in the exterior courtyard. The duel only ended when the two Death Eaters were distracted by their Dark Marks — stopping mid-fight, Selwyn pulled back the sleeve of his robes, his face going white, as the pitch black Dark Mark on his forearm faded to a dull gray.

"...He's...he's gone," he whispered shakily. "He's — "

Mia took Selwyn's distraction as an excuse to Stun him. A more cowardly Travers attempted to flee, but she yanked him back with a silent Carpe Retractum, which she then used to slam him into the wall before Stunning him too. Breathing heavily, Mia then looked up at the school, out the broken windows of which she could just barely hear a rumble of people's voices. It took a moment for the sound to swell up, until she could finally make out what the noise really was.

Cheers. Cheers of joy, of relief...of victory.

Mia's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Could it be...could it really be — ?!

She ran inside, faster than she'd ever run in her life. She ran through the halls, past families reuniting and friends embracing and couples kissing. So many scenes of exhilaration. And as she ran, she heard her confirmation multiple times over, cried over to her.

"Mia! Mia, he's dead!"

"You-Know-Who! He's dead!"

"Potter did it, Mia! He's dead!"

"Potter beat You-Know-Who!"

Mia reunited with a happily sobbing Rosmerta, as well as Slughorn, Madam Puddifoot, Pitts the house elf, and her old Head of House, Pomona Sprout. She saw Callie taking notes and chattering happily with Lee Jordan and a smiling Tia helping Madam Pomfrey clean her patients' wounds.

Then she reached the Great Hall — and amidst all the debris, right at the center of a large crowd of people all reuniting and celebrating, she caught sight of a familiar mane of very long dark brown curls tied back in a ponytail.

"CROMWELL!"

Jacob turned around, his pale, gaunt, almost skeletal face as bright as some white candle with relief. Mia could see his lips mouth "Mi...": then he barreled forward through the crowd. Mia ran forward too, climbing over and dodging several large piles of broken stone.

"Cromwell, we did it! We did it! It's over! It's finally — finally — !"

Jacob threw out his arms wide in anticipation of Mia's embrace. The hug was warmer and tighter than either of them had known in a long time — Mia could feel a tear escape her eye, but she didn't care. All she could do was grin from ear to ear and hug Jacob tighter.

"Mi," Jacob's smile was audible within the whisper in Mia's ear. "I'm glad you're okay..."

Mia gave him a squeeze. "Me too. As weird as it still is for me to admit it," she added with a laugh. She then closed her eyes and rested her chin on his shoulder. "...I'm so happy you're safe. That we're safe, that Hogwarts is safe, that — "

"That the world's safe."

"Yes!" Mia breathed through her smile. "And this time...this time he really is gone, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Jacob said weakly. "Yeah, that cowardly old geezer is gone. Taken out by his own Killing Curse...without a single Horcrux that could bring him back..."

Jacob's hands on Mia's back were shaking. Mia's brows furrowed in concern.

"Are you — ?"

She made as if to pull back to look at him, but Jacob stopped her.

"I'm okay. ...I'm okay..."

His muscled arms crisscrossed over her back as he hugged her back. It was like being hugged by a particularly cuddly bear: a strong hold, but also gentle and almost cuddling.

"Just...keep smiling," he murmured. The warmth of his smile was audible. "It makes you look like sunshine."

Mia's eyes became a little smaller. Then, very slowly, she secured her arms around him, her fingers digging into the back of his robes as she gently held him.

"Of course I do," she said softly. "The storm is over."

#hphm #beyond hogwarts #hogwarts mystery #my art #my writing #hermia flume #jacob cromwell #voldemort #harry potter

"Reminds me again it's worth it all

So I can go on...

All of my memories keep you near --

In silent moments, imagine you'd be here...

All of my memories keep you near:

Your silent whispers, silent tears..."

~"Memories," by Within Temptation

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tw: mentions of torture and murder

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Mia Flume would have likely never joined the resistance against Voldemort had it not been for her first love, Florean Fortescue. In 1996, not long after the Wizarding World at large learned of Voldemort's return, Florean Fortescue had been kidnapped by the Death Eaters, along with his neighbor and fellow Diagon Alley shopkeeper, Garrick Ollivander. For the next year, Mia and her once-school enemy Jacob Cromwell investigated the two men's disappearance — sadly although they were able to confirm Fortescue's torture and murder at Voldemort's hands, any leads regarding Ollivander's fate proved hard to come by. Jacob suspected that this was because Ollivander had been moved from the Riddle House in Little Hangleton to a more "secure" location, such as the house of a Death Eater under the Fidelius Charm, which they wouldn't be able to get in to investigate.

As it turned out, Jacob had been spot-on...and on the morning of 1st April, Mia finally received the news from Jacob she'd been waiting on for two years, written in Muggle invisible ink and hidden via a Switching Spell inside of a Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes fake wand. For once, it was happier news than she'd expected.

Hermia, OLLIVANDER IS ALIVE!! REALLY ALIVE!! He and Luna Lovegood were trapped at Malfoy Manor when they were broken out by Potter, his friends Weasley and Granger, Dean Thomas, and Griphook! All are now at a safehouse just outside the Muggle town of Tinworth. I'll try to visit him there tomorrow, now that my injuries are mostly healed. (Thanks again for the murtlap-chocolate eclairs!) JC

A mere hour later, Jacob received a response at home: a slender note transfigured into a large red ribbon and tied in a bow around the owl's neck.

Take me with you. Hermia F

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #beyond hogwarts #Hermia flume #jacob cromwell #garrick ollivander #florean fortescue #bill weasley #fleur delacour #Voldemort #my writing #fanfiction

"Well, it's better to have loved and lost Than to never have loved at all... (Never have loved, never have loved at all...) Well, it'll break your heart...tear it apart...! But no one understands (no one understands) The affairs of the heart..."

~"Affairs of the Heart" by Fleetwood Mac

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tw: minor character death, grief // brief reference to Kaari Arcano and the Phoenix Resistance @kathrynalicemc @phoenixresistance

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Within just two days, over 7000 Galleons were raised to help Honeydukes Sweetshop rebuild after being burned to the ground by the Death Eaters. Within a week, Silas Fortescue had hired a magical construction crew and they had gotten to work building, with the goal of having the new and improved Honeydukes and home upstairs open for business just in time for Halloween. Within two weeks, Madam Rosmerta had succeeded in her goal of raising 10,000 more Galleons to help with paying for repairs, thanks in part to some incredibly generous donations from Horace Slughorn and some of his old Slug Club contacts.

A month after the terrible destruction of Honeydukes, however, Mia received the best, most relieving news of all. Her father, Ambrosius Flume -- who had been trapped in the form of a greyhound thanks to a severe blood malediction -- had been found alive and well.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #beyond hogwarts #hermia flume #remus lupin #silas fortescue #jenie flume #hestia flume #olin cresswell #skylar cresswell #dirk cresswell #jacob cromwell #callisto flume #florean fortescue #duncan ashe #my writing #my fanfiction

"Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you,

And I'll stay there as long as you let me...

Because you matter to me.

Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody...

You matter to me --

I promise you do...you -- you matter too...

I promise you do...you'll see..."

~"You Matter to Me (cover)" by Natalie Weiss and Brad Greer

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the previous part to Mia's story // why Jacob is so badly hurt

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Just before noon on the 16th of February, Mia Flume Apparated to London, right outside a Muggle complex. She immediately felt guilty doing it, as the CRACK alarmed a poor little old Muggle lady walking her dog. Fortunately the woman had chalked Mia’s abrupt appearance up to her bad eyesight and quickly led her Pekingese off along after her up the street, even as the little dog barked loudly back at Mia.

You idiot! Mia berated herself. Next time, figure out a safe place to Apparate into this neighborhood where you won’t scare the Muggles half to death…

Adjusting the tin of cupcakes under her arm, she took a deep breath and strode right up to the complex and up the stairs to Jacob’s flat. When she reached the landing, she paused with her knuckles on the door. Then, hardly knowing why she did it, she knocked a familiar rhythm.

Ma-ma Mi-a. Here I go a-gain.

There was a shuffle. Then, a moment later, there was a familiar thumping in return.

My my. How can I re-sist you?

Click. The door was magically unlocked from the inside, letting it fall open ever-so-slightly. Mia pushed open the door the rest of the way and came inside.

She found Jacob lying down on the couch in the living room, covered with a blanket. At the sight of Mia, he bolted straight up.

“Hermia!”

His face was pale with both anxiety and relief at the sight of her, but it quickly crumpled up into a wince in response to his abrupt movement. The blanket he’d had over him slipped, exposing the multiple bandages on his shoulders and arms.

Her brows knitting together over her green eyes, Mia very quickly shut the door and strode over.

“So you were hurt.”

“This? Ack…don’t worry! It looks worse than it is!”

Jacob threw the blanket off of him up onto the back of the couch, his mouth forced up in a painful smile and his eyes drifting aimlessly rather than staying on her.

“Sorry about the mess — ” he bit back a hiss of pain, “ — kind of been a bit distracted lately, forgot to clean — Pip’s always getting on me about that…”

He was thoroughly prepared to get to his feet, but before he could, Mia had put down her cupcake tin on the side table and seized his ankle to keep it from leaving the couch.

“Don’t get up,” she told him quietly.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #beyond hogwarts #art #hermia flume #jacob cromwell #ambrosius flume #carewyn cromwell #duncan ashe #florian fortescue #my writing #finally posting this art!! I drew this such a long time ago but here it is finally edited and posted!! gah!!

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