Little drawing of Seorendan together decorating the room of requirement but failing horribly [seo and Renn made the banner horrendously bad]
Yap down below + raffle details! :
300+… are you serious 😭
thank you so much for all the love, support, reblogs, and chaos on my posts—it genuinely means so much to me!! I never thought I’d hit 300 followers on tumblr— but my blog had a sudden surge of followers these past few weeks— I went from 133 to 310 in a span of like two months which for me is definitely crazy and I appreciate all of you who support me 💕
Like Ive had tremendous growth in confidence in my art just cause of you guys, especially after what happened with the anon situation— so thank you all for helping me get through that and make me hit a blog milestone 💕
so!! to celebrate, I’m hosting a raffle 👀
I’ll be drawing or writing for your MCs! Or both <3
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🎀 THEME:
✧ 8 MC Art Raffle ✧
* 4 MCs will be drawn and written for in a Yule Ball theme
* 2 MCs will be placed in a randomly selected AU (👀 surprise chaos)
* 2 MCs will be drawn with their respective ships! [my specialty hehe]
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🎀 RULES:
* must be following me (follower raffle!!)
* HL/HP/HM ocs only!
* provide clear references of your MC (face, outfits, vibe—anything helps!)
* to enter: reblog or comment with your MC
* winners shall send me references of their MCs within a week, if not then someone else shall be picked.
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🎀 WINNERS:
* 3 winners will be personally selected by me
* 5 winners will be chosen at random
* consolation prizes will be given as well (to the first 5 people who comment, if they win then the person after them will get the consolation prize) — chibis :>
LMFAO I FORGOT TO ADD THIS 😭😭
Reserved slots for —
@pearlevie
@charliehlblog
@mavenantonia ^^
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I’m so excited to see everyone’s OCs/MCs 😭🤍
and again—thank you for 300+, I appreciate you all sm 🫶
a/n: these are cross posted on AO3 and wattpad. all current chapters are posted there, however will upload to tumblr slowly to not ruin algorithm
Dawn broke before either realized, the pair had fallen asleep tangled up in the undercroft. The weekend was here, and no responsibilities lingered on their duo. Ominis was the first to wake, he wrapped his arm around Hyacinth, holding her close to his chest. She mumbled in her sleep, soon stirring awake in his arms. The blush of realization heavily coated her cheeks.
“Good morning,” his hand gingerly graced her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear.
Hyacinth found herself leaning into his hand, a soft smile lingering on her lips.
“Did we sleep in the undercroft?” her tone was soft, sleep evident in it.
“We did, my sweet,” his voice hushed. “However, was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”
Hyacinth smiled against his touch, “I slept rather well too, but how are you feeling?” her eyes narrowed, remembering the pain he had gone through.
“I feel much better today, knowing that you’re here, that you’ve chosen me,” his hollow eyes mirrored hers, the longing in their hearts combined into one.
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Hyacinth found herself in her dorm room, changing into robes that weren’t covered in dust and ash. The memory of Sebastian hurting Ominis still echoed her mind loudly, however it was the past now – and she did everything she could to ensure he was okay.
She didn’t have time to worry about the boys today. No, today was about learning the Chimaera with Élodie and Rastko, that was all that mattered today.
Hyacinth glanced at her appearance once more, checking over her robes, her hair and the light makeup she’d put on. A deep breath escaped her lips as she left her room.
The door clicked closed behind her. She moved quickly to the library, where she knew her two new friends would be waiting for her.
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“So,” Élodie began, French accent light. “Head of a lion, body of a goat and tail of a dragon.”
Rastko’s head inclined slightly, giving a nod of approval. “Correct,” he added. “Seems innocent, but incredibly dangerous.”
Hyacinth’s face paled, she hadn’t known about the dragon part, and frankly, she was absolutely petrified on dragons.
A cold shiver crawled down her spine. Of all the horrors the Triwizard Tournament had thrown out in the past, never had they involved a dragon hybrid. Of course, she had endured plentiful terrifying creatures since arriving in her fifth year. She’d defeated an entire goblin army, saved a dragon with Poppy, even if it did scare her.
The mere thought of that massive, muscular and skilled tail whipping through the air made her stomach twist violently.
Élodie noticed her reaction, reaching across the table, placing a gentle hand over Hyacinth’s.
“Mon Cherie, breathe,” her voice was pure honey, warm with concern. “We still have time. The task is still not for another two and a half weeks.”
“That’s almost two weeks,” Hyacinth repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. She stared down at the scattered notes and books between them, the illustrations of snarling Chimaeras seeming to mock her. “It still doesn’t feel like enough time.”
Rastko leaned back in his chair; arms crossed over his broad chest. His expression remained stone cold, even. There was a flicker of understanding in his icy gaze.
“Fear is useful,” his voice is blunt. “It keeps you sharp. But panic will get you killed. You must control it.”
Hyacinth let out a shaky breath and nodded, forcing herself to sit up straighter. He was right. She couldn’t afford to fall apart now – not when so many eyes were already watching her every move in anticipation.
“I know,” she admitted, fingers running through her dark locks. “It’s just… I’ve barely faced a dragon before. The few times I have, it was never anything like this. Not something I had to outsmart while it was trying to rip me apart from three different sets of instincts.”
Poppy’s earlier words echoed her brain. “Three heads, three behaviours, three ways to die.” The lion would be aggressive and loud. The goat stubborn and unpredictable. And the dragon… the dragon would be pure destruction.
Élodie tilted her head, studying her. “Then we focus on what we can control. Your ancient magic, it reacted strongly to magical creatures before, no? Perhaps it can help you sense which part of the beast is dominant at any moment.”
Hyacinth chewed on her bottom lip, considering. “Maybe. But I’ve never tried anything like that on something this powerful. What if it doesn’t work? What if I freeze up the second that thing roars?”
Rastko’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, low and steady. “Then you die.”
The bluntness made both girls turn to stare at him. He shrugged one massive shoulder, completely unapologetic.
“I will not lie to you. This task will be brutal. But we were chosen for a reason. All three of us. We train. We prepare. We survive.” His gaze shifted to Hyacinth, surprisingly gentle for someone so intimidating. “And you are not alone in this arena, Crow. Not anymore.”
A small, grateful smile tugged at Hyacinth’s lips despite the fear still churning in her gut. For the first time since her name had shot out of the Goblet of Fire, she actually believed it.
“Alright,” she said, pulling one of the heavier tomes closer. “Then let’s find every possible weakness this monstrosity has. Starting with that damned dragon tail.”
As the three of them leaned over the books again, heads bent together in quiet determination, Hyacinth allowed herself one fleeting thought of Ominis. Of his steady arms around her this morning and the way he had whispered that she had chosen him.
She knew she could do this; she just wasn’t sure if she wanted to.
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The next week passed in a tense blur of late-night study sessions, bruised muscles from training, and stolen moments with Ominis that felt both like sanctuary and stolen time. Hyacinth threw herself into preparation for the Chimaera with a near-desperate focus. Between research with Élodie and Rastko, brutal dueling practice to build her stamina, and long hours practicing how to switch rapidly between calming and aggressive spells with her ancient magic, she barely had time to breathe.
But the guilt and worry never fully left her.
Sebastian had become a ghost. He skipped most meals, avoided their usual spots in the common room, and hadn’t spoken a single word to either her or Ominis since that night in the Undercroft. The few times she’d caught sight of him in the corridors, he looked hollow. His eyes shadowed, shoulders tense, moving like someone carrying an invisible weight that might crush him at any moment.
She hated how much it still hurt to see him like that.
It was a crisp Saturday afternoon when it finally happened.
Hyacinth and Ominis sat together on one of the stone benches in the Transfiguration Courtyard, tucked beneath the shade of a large oak. Golden leaves drifted lazily around them as Ominis quietly reviewed notes she’d read aloud to him earlier, his fingers brushing lightly against the back of her hand. The quiet between them was comfortable now — the kind of silence that felt safe rather than heavy.
Until it wasn’t.
Footsteps approached. Slow. Hesitant. Familiar.
Hyacinth’s stomach dropped the moment she recognized them.
Sebastian stopped a few paces away, hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw tight. His usual cocky posture was gone, replaced by something raw and uncertain. He looked like he hadn’t slept properly in days.
Ominis stiffened beside her, his head tilting slightly as he picked up on the shift in the air — the uneven breathing, the heavy footsteps that didn’t quite sound steady.
“Sebastian,” Hyacinth said quietly, her voice tighter than she intended.
He didn’t move closer. Just stood there, eyes flicking between the two of them before settling on the ground.
“I’m not here to start another fight,” he said, voice rough. “I… I just needed to talk to you. Both of you.”
The silence that followed was thick, almost suffocating. Hyacinth felt Ominis’s fingers tighten around hers in quiet support, but he didn’t speak. He was waiting.
Sebastian swallowed hard, his throat working visibly.
“I’ve been replaying that night in the Undercroft every single damn day,” he began, voice low and strained. “What I did… what I said…” He let out a shaky breath, eyes glistening. “Crucio. Merlin, I cast Crucio on you, Ominis. On you. My best friend. My brother.”
His voice cracked on the last word. He pressed the heel of his hand against his eye, trying to pull himself together and failing.
“I was so angry. So fucking scared. I saw you two together and it felt like everything was slipping away again — just like with Anne. I convinced myself that if I could just make you understand how terrified I was of losing Hyacinth… that it would fix something.” He laughed bitterly, the sound broken. “Instead I nearly killed you. And I almost lost both of you for good.”
Hyacinth’s chest ached. She wanted to say something, anything; but the words stuck in her throat.
Sebastian finally looked up, his gaze landing on Ominis first.
“I’m sorry,” he said, the words raw and heavy. “I’m so sorry, Ominis. You didn’t deserve that. None of it. You’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t deserve it. And I repaid you by torturing you because I couldn’t handle watching her choose someone else.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I hate myself for it.”
Ominis remained quiet for a long moment, his expression unreadable. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it.
“I know you were hurting, Sebastian. But pain doesn’t excuse what you did. You crossed a line that can’t easily be uncrossed.”
Sebastian nodded jerkily, tears now openly tracking down his cheeks. He didn’t bother wiping them away.
“I know.” He turned to Hyacinth, his eyes desperate and shattered. “And you… Hyacinth. I said such awful things to you. I tried to make you feel small for choosing him. I threw Anne in your face like she was some weapon I could use against you.” His breath hitched. “I was so cruel. You’ve saved me more times than I can count, and I treated you like you were betraying me by being happy.”
He took one shaky step closer, voice trembling.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me right now. I know I don’t deserve that. I just… I needed you both to know that I’m sorry. Truly. I’ve been replaying every horrible thing I said and did, and I can’t stand it. You were right. I was trying to control you because I was terrified of losing you the way I lost Anne. But that’s not love. That’s fear wearing love’s skin.”
Hyacinth felt tears burning behind her own eyes. The boy standing in front of her looked nothing like the confident, reckless Sebastian she’d fallen for in fifth year. He looked broken — and painfully honest for the first time in a long time.
“I don’t know how to fix this,” he admitted quietly. “But I want to try. If you’ll let me. Even if it’s just… not hating me. I’ll stay out of your way if that’s what you need. Just… please don’t shut me out forever.”
The wind rustled the leaves overhead. For several long seconds, no one spoke.
Hyacinth glanced at Ominis. His face was tight, conflicted. She knew this wasn’t easy for him either. The person who had once been like a brother had hurt him in one of the worst ways possible.
She squeezed Ominis’s hand gently before looking back at Sebastian.
“I… I need time, Sebastian,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “What you did hurt both of us. A lot. But I don’t hate you. I never could.”
Sebastian’s shoulders sagged with visible relief, even as fresh tears slipped down his face.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “That’s… more than I deserve.”
He looked at Ominis again, waiting.
Ominis exhaled slowly. “I accept your apology,” he said at last, though his tone remained guarded. “But trust is going to take time to rebuild. A lot of time.”
Sebastian nodded, swallowing hard. “I understand.” He took a small step back, as if afraid of overstaying his welcome. “I’ll… I’ll leave you two be. Just know I’m sorry. Really.”
He turned to go, but paused after only a few steps. Without looking back, he added quietly. “Good luck with the task, Hyacinth. I hope you kick its arse.”
Then he walked away, shoulders hunched against the autumn wind, leaving the two of them sitting in heavy, complicated silence.
Hyacinth let out a shaky breath and leaned her head against Ominis’s shoulder.
“…That was harder than I thought it would be,” she whispered.
Ominis pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his arm wrapping around her.
“For all of us,” he murmured. “But it was necessary.”
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The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. Hyacinth and Ominis stayed in the Transfiguration Courtyard for a while longer, sitting in comfortable silence as the weight of Sebastian’s apology slowly settled over them. There were no grand declarations or sudden fixes — just the quiet understanding that healing would take time. When Ominis finally walked her back toward the dungeons, he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and whispered that he’d see her at dinner.
By the time evening fell, Hyacinth felt emotionally drained but lighter than she had in days.
She was curled up on her bed in the Slytherin girls’ dormitory, still in her robes, when the door burst open with familiar energy.
Imelda strode in, cheeks flushed from Quidditch practice, and immediately flopped dramatically across Hyacinth’s bed, nearly kicking her in the process.
“Merlin’s saggy left bollock, I needed that,” Imelda groaned, stretching like a cat. “Now tell me everything. How did the apology go? Did he cry? Did you cry? Did Ominis hex him?”
Hyacinth let out a tired laugh and shoved Imelda’s leg off her lap. “It was… heavy. He actually apologized. Properly. Looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.”
Imelda’s expression softened just a fraction. “Good. He should feel like shite after what he pulled.” She nudged Hyacinth’s knee with her foot. “You okay, though?”
Before Hyacinth could answer, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Élodie peeked inside, her usual elegant posture slightly hesitant. She was still wearing her Beauxbatons uniform, the pale blue standing out brightly against the green and silver of the Slytherin dorm.
“Pardon the interruption,” she said with a warm smile. “I was hoping to find you both. After everything this week… the training, the research, the very dramatic boys…” She waved a graceful hand. “I thought perhaps we could use one night where we are not champions, not rivals, not worrying about fire-breathing tails. Just girls.”
Imelda sat up instantly, eyes sparkling with interest. “A sleepover?”
“Exactly,” Élodie beamed. “I have far too many French sweets in my trunk and zero desire to spend another evening listening to Rastko grunt about combat strategy.”
Hyacinth felt a genuine smile spread across her face for the first time all day. The idea of escaping everything — even for one night sounded like heaven.
“I’d love that,” she said, sitting up. “But the Slytherin common room isn’t exactly private. How about… the Room of Requirement? It can make us whatever we want. Comfy beds, snacks, fairy lights, the works.”
Élodie’s eyes lit up. “The Room of Requirement? I have heard stories. This sounds perfect.”
Imelda grinned wickedly. “I’m in. But we’re stealing butterbeer from the kitchens first. And if anyone brings up the word ‘Chimaera’ tonight, I’m hexing them into next week.”
Two hours later, the Room of Requirement had transformed into something straight out of a dream.
Soft pastel fairy lights floated gently near the ceiling, casting a warm glow over a large circular bed piled high with blankets, pillows, and fluffy throws in every shade of pink, lavender, and sage green. A low table in the center overflowed with Élodie’s expensive French chocolates, colorful macarons, pumpkin pasties, and several bottles of chilled butterbeer. In one corner, a record player spun soft, dreamy music that filled the space with gentle melodies.
The three girls were already in their pajamas. Hyacinth in an oversized emerald green sweater that slipped off one shoulder, Imelda in a Quidditch jersey and shorts, and Élodie looking unfairly elegant even in simple silk pajamas.
Hyacinth lay on her stomach, kicking her feet in the air as she bit into a raspberry macaron. “This is exactly what I needed,” she sighed happily. “No boys. No tournament talk. Just sugar and gossip.”
“Agreed,” Élodie laughed, delicately licking chocolate from her thumb. “Though I must admit, your Ominis is quite charming. The way he looks at you… even without seeing, it is very obvious.”
Imelda snorted, nearly choking on her butterbeer. “Obvious? He’s disgustingly smitten. I walked in on them cuddling the other morning and thought I was going to need a vomit bag.”
Hyacinth buried her burning face in a pillow while the other two dissolved into giggles.
“Shut up,” she mumbled, voice muffled. “He’s… he’s really good to me.”
“He better be,” Imelda said, poking her side. “Or I’ll break his perfectly straight nose.”
The conversation drifted easily from there, silly stories about disastrous dates, complaints about professors, Imelda’s dramatic retelling of her latest Quidditch rivalry, and Élodie’s surprisingly funny impressions of the Durmstrang boys. For the first time in weeks, Hyacinth felt like a normal teenage girl again. No crushing weight of expectations. No guilt. No fear of what November 23rd would bring.
Just laughter, sweets, and the warm comfort of girls who understood her.
As the night grew later, the three of them lay tangled together under a mountain of blankets, the fairy lights dimming softly above them.
“Thank you,” Hyacinth whispered into the quiet, her voice thick with sleepy affection. “Both of you. I really needed this.”
Élodie reached over and gently squeezed her hand. “We are in this together, non? Champions by day… but tonight, just girls.”
Imelda yawned loudly and threw an arm over both of them. “Damn right. Now someone pass the chocolate before I fall asleep and drool on it.”
Hyacinth smiled into the darkness, heart feeling a little lighter than it had in a very long time.
For tonight, the Chimaera, Sebastian, and the weight of the tournament could wait.
Tonight, she was simply Hyacinth, surrounded by friends, full of sugar, and safe.
Make a playlist that your house would play for a party in Hogwarts 🎤🎸🥁
If I don't tag you feel free to join and @ me!!!!
Here's Gryffindor House's Playlist:
Gryffindor's playlist is pretty much just white-girl music that they would all scream at the top of their lungs, blackout drunk, with their ties wrapped around their heads. They will remember none of it in the morning but it will be epic. 😂 Below are some honorable mentions since it won't let me add more than 10.
Everybody Talks by Neon Trees
Happier by Marshmello & Bastille
Dancing with Myself by Generation X
DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love (feat. Pitbull) by USHER
Firework by Katy Perry
Here’s to Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne
I Had Some Help (feat. Morgan Wallen) by Post Malone
It’s Time by Imagine Dragons
Like a G6 by Far East Movement, The Cataracs & Dev
