Writing is one of my top hobbies. I write every single day. I’m currently working on my 3rd novel, and I’ve also written a collection of poems and short stories. Here is my most precious writing advice:
Write that bad thing.
Write that shitty poem. Write that silly fanfic. Write that novel full of plot holes. Just. Fucking. WRITE! It didn’t have to be good. You don’t have to show anyone. But you’ve got to fucking write.
Do you cook a 5 star meal the first time you cook? No. Do you paint a masterpiece the first time you pick up a brush? No. Do you hit a home run the first time you swing a bat? NO!
Writing is a skill like any other. You’ve got to practice it. You’ve got to write things you’re embarrassed of before you write things you’re proud of.
Here’s another piece of advice that’s so incredibly obvious, and yet too many writers don’t do it.
You’ve got to fucking READ!
How are you going to write a classic if you’ve never read one? And just reading isn’t enough. You need to find books you love. Books you love so much you want to sear them into your brain. That you’ve read so many times that you can recite passages by heart.
It also helps to have books that you hate. Books that you thought were so insufferable that you didn’t even finish.
Has there even been a good musician who didn’t listen to music? Who’s never heard a song they loved, or even a song they hated? No. A good artist needs to be a fan of their own craft, whatever the modality.
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
Doesn’t sound like a lot, but its a milestone :) Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my work, comment and message me. Literally makes my day and i’m so grateful! Many hugs x
Bogerts come a’knocking Barnaby Lee x Jacob’s Sibling
Summary: Strange creatures knocking on doors? Sounds like another mystery for Jacob’s sibling to uncover. Maybe even a chance to spend more time with her good friend Barnaby
Part I
A stifling shriek echoed through the house, alerting every witch and wizard present. Aunty Zo stood frozen in the doorway, her old-fashioned purse spilt out on the floor. One by one each L/n rushed to the scene. Y/n was no stranger to a good mystery, especially when it involved her own family. That’s why when she saw her aunt’s pale face struck with fear as she stood frozen in the front door, she knew this would become another mystery needing to be solved. “Are you alright?” Her father asked in a gentle voice. As her aunt turned to face him in response, her whole body began to shake with terror. “It was-” she began, before falling helplessly to the ground. A few members of the L/n family gathered around, comforting and investigating simultaneously. “-the most terrifying dragon” she continued in a shaky voice. Of course dragons do not disappear into thin air and there certainly was no dragon there anymore. This was when Y/n thought that perhaps this mystery would also add to the suspicion of her family being crazy.
At first she dreaded the idea of sharing what happened with her friends. The excitement of plundering into a brand new investigation was supressed by the fear of her family being labelled as crazy once again. This was until she talked to Ronan. “My mother swore she saw a Chimaera.” Ronan said as they sat down alongside Penny and Charlie, at the three broom sticks. “What!? Where?” Y/n gasped. Ronan’s eyes suddenly lit up. “That’s the thing” she began as she scooted closer to her friends. “She said it basically knocked on the front door.” There it was. A spark of excitement began to shimmer in Y/n, the fear drifting away. Before she could open her mouth to speak Penny suddenly shot up from her seat. “The same thing happened to me! Only it was a werewolf” she confessed. Y/n quickly did the same, confessing about her situation, only to find that the three had made a pattern of sorts. Penny remained standing, astonished at this revelation. The four looked at each other, mirroring the same question on their faces. Why?
“You don’t think Kettleburn has accidently let out his creatures again, do you?” Penny pondered as they we’re all heading to class the next day. “And came all the way to each of your houses?” Charlie asked rhetorically. “Besides last time I checked, Kettleburn doesn’t have a dragon. At least not at Hogwarts.” He laughed. Then just silence. Their conversations since the revelation were often infested with these silent moments, where they would all wonder what could possibly even begin to explain it. Sadly most of the ideas they said aloud they used as fodder to their conversation. Already debunking the chance in their own heads before it became words. As Y/n sat down in charms class, later that day, an annoying sense of doubt lingered in her mind. “You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen you struggle with a charm before” Barnaby suddenly chirped beside her. A small smile crept at her lips at the sound of his comforting voice, drawing her attention away from her previous thoughts. Without correcting him, she simply explained what had happened. “Really? But how come it’s stopping you from producing the charm?” He replied scratching his chin in confusion.
“I’m just preoccupied with my thoughts. It doesn’t make any sense.” Y/n corrected him this time, surprised he hadn’t noticed by now that she wasn’t aiming to attempt a charm she already knew, when such a mysterious case was upon them. “Come to think of it though” Barnaby began as he picked up his wand absentmindedly and started working on his movement. “Didn’t the boggert, Penny ran into in herbology, turn into a werewolf?” That’s it! Y/n thought, the explanation they were seeking was so simple and solved by Barnaby, whose innocent, green eyes showed no real realisation as to how much he had just helped. They all must have been a boggerts. “Barnaby you’re a genius!” Y/n exclaimed, smiling widely at him. Startled at her sudden praise, the boy’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. Y/n had always admired the way his intelligence would seep through in times of crisis, when no one really knew what to do. He, she thought, was the saviour that no one really suspected. Ecstatic, Y/n felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she was now able to concentrate on their current lesson. Barnaby however, no longer could.
Barnaby’s vibrant, longing eyes watched Y/n carefully as they wondered down the hall together. All though Charms, his eyes had shifted onto her repeatedly, admiring the way she glowed with delight. He couldn’t believe such a simple thing he said had made her so happy. It made him want to keep assisting her mind against this mystery. In fact, he was eager to. “Do you need help?” Barnaby inquired. As soon as she looked at him with a bewildered expression, he knew he should have led with some context. “With the mystery I mean.” He added quickly. “I know how much you love mysteries and I know you want to solve this one”. Once again a smile crept up on her lips. This time that was all it took to make him blush. She felt complimented by him knowing her so, even if her ambitious detective skills were obvious. “I would love that. Somehow I know we are going to make a great team” she sang happily, a bit more of a spring in her step. Her mind whirled erratically, planning their next move. Barnaby had shown a knack for bringing her a bit more clarity and it was defiantly needed. This case had a lot of loose ends and he would help her tie them. “Let’s meet up after our next class” and with those words along with an angelic smile, she hurried into her next lesson, leaving Barnaby’s side. He looked forward to it profusely.
She didn’t realise at the time, but Y/n had failed to specify where exactly her and Barnaby would be meeting. She was so excited in the moment, she simply forgot. Luckily as she emerged from potions class, there he was waiting for her. His arms swung by his side ever so slightly as he rocked on his heels. A face of pure bliss once he spotted her. Y/n could tell he was just as thrilled to get started. “Where should we start” he trailed Y/n like a small puppy as she led him towards the library. He didn’t say it out loud, but he was glad it was only them when they sat down in a secluded corner. “So the question is, why would they knock?”
“Because it’s Polite” Barnaby replied. Chuckling, Y/n couldn’t tell whether he was being serious or not, but enjoyed his answer. “Boggarts don’t knock. Obviously someone must be doing the knocking and then letting them out”. Her voice was soft and comforting, not condescending like most people who sometimes laughed at his answers. As much as he listened to her words, he also paid attention to the way she spoke, how she sounded like optimism. Y/n was what Barnaby believed to be the witch equivalent to the sun. She was bright and warm and he was always happy in her presence. He knew he really liked her, that was indisputable, but the question he sometimes asked himself was whether he would always be this content simply being her close friend. To love someone and be happy was very different then to be with someone you love. He knew he made her happy as they were, but would she be happier with more? Did she ever think about that? They were not questions he could answer by himself, but saying them out loud would make them feel like a rope tightening around his neck. There was a chance he would become broken hearted. Or worse, he could make her feel uncomfortable or unhappy. Still the way she treated him not only gave him hope at times, but overjoyed him so much that he often felt like spewing out his feelings, overflowing with the warmth that she provided. “Wait” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper leaning closer to him. Following her trail of vision he saw Merula hastily leading Ismelda to a separate secluded area of the library. “Isn’t that suspicious?” she continued, eyes burning into them before they disappeared into their hidden quarter. “I mean they always sneak around don’t they. Maybe their searching for the next vault already?” Barnaby suggested. Shaking her head, Y/n quickly grabbed Barnaby’s hand and began to discreetly make her way towards the nearest bookcase to the girls. Y/n pulled them into a small gap between the wall and case, an ear towards the girls who were only a few feet away. While she was focused on overhearing their conversation, Barnaby was now very aware and captivated on how close their bodies were. His arms instinctively snaked around her waist, pulling them closer although there was no need. She welcomed them and although they both knew there was enough room, they told themselves it was necessary. She smelt like a mix of lavender, trees, books and perfume. He was very familiar with this smell, especially since anytime he was near the love potion amortentia, it reminded him of her. Tucking a loose strand of her h/c hair behind her ear, his face inched closer to hers. Y/n’s head spun round to face him. She could feel his hot breathe on her face as he stared intensely into her eyes. “Barnaby?” she whispered gently, her e/c eyes shining. Spellbound by the moment their faces began to slowly draw together. Lips just about to brush- “No way was Lord Voldemort at your house!” exclaimed Ismelda. The moment was broke. She whipped her head around analysing the situation. They hadn’t been detected. Merula held a finger to her lips, signing for Ismelda to be quiet. “Don’t question me, I’m deadly serious” spat Merula visciously, hands clenched at her sides. “Anyway I don’t want to talk about it anymore” and with that she took her leave, Ismelda in suit. Y/n let out a slight sigh, her hands traveling to rest on Barnaby’s chest. She gave him a light push and nodded her head to signal for them to leave. “So Merula’s probably innocent, it happened to her too.” She reasoned. It wasn’t that she expected Merula to always be the bad guy, but it would have been a bigger lead. One that could of handed them their next move. “Why would someone want to take a boggert to all these houses?” Barnaby wondered outloud. Despite their investigation continuing, their brief moment had not vanished. Y/n remembered the feel of his arms around her, how natural and comforting it was. Feeling his hot breath almost stole her own. Those few seconds it took for their lips to then almost meet were so incredibly intense that she felt like a part of her was left there, the moment never really ending. She wished it didn’t.
It was the weekend and Barnaby was back home. He knew he would be alone, but the purpose was simply hope. He wanted it to happen to him. To face your fear at the door was not something anyone looked forward to, but if it meant that the case with Y/n was no longer at a halt then he felt it was worth it. He wanted an excuse to hang out with her. Sure there was plenty, but this one would make him stand out more from the others. She had already chosen him to accompany her, despite him having no personal connection to the mystery, he didn’t want that to change. Barnaby reflected on their moment in the library. He wanted to kiss her. She was going to kiss him. It sounded so simple, but it didn’t happen. He began to repeat the moment in his mind, this time he imagined they did kiss. He wondered what her lips would have felt like, how long it would have lasted, how she would have looked at him. She wouldn’t have looked at me with the same eyes, he thought. The kiss would have sealed something new in their relationship, no longer being just close friends with a spark. The spark would have become a flame. There’s still time, he told himself. Suddenly a firm knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Barnaby froze for a second staring in its direction. He gave himself a few seconds to prepare. What do I fear? He contemplated as he slowly made his way to the door. Barnaby counted each step, his breath growing heavy. There was no doubt in his mind, he was going to do this. After at first carefully twisting the handle, he swung open the door. There stood a surprised looking Y/n, wrapped up in a warm coat and woolly scarf. An image which Barnaby considered incredibly adorable. “Wait, I’m not afraid of you” he uttered.
“I should hope not.” She giggled into her scarf.
Barnaby and Y/n were lying on the floor, books and snacks scattered around them. “I thought you were a bogert” Barnaby confessed, grinning as he watched her flick through a book. She fit perfectly in her more casual clothes, a style that he thought defiantly suited her. But then he couldn’t think of a thing she couldn’t pull off. “I heard you had gone home and was afraid a bogert would show up at your door next” she explained, shyly tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears as she kept her eyes locked on the book in front of her. Barnaby grew warm, thinking of the way she came out to protect him. He would have done the same for her. “I came here for the case. I wanted to see the bogert”. Barnaby’s answer caused Y/n’s gaze to shift away from the book to him. “That’s incredibly brave of you Barnaby” she spoke sincerely and impressed by his initiative. The sound of his name rolling off her tongue along with a praise was enough for the spark to begin shimmering again. Barnaby’s body shifted closer to hers, this time the movement being both instinctive and a choice. He laid next to her, both lying on their stomach, shoulders touching. Shyly, her eyes crept away from him and back to the content before her. He closed the book in front of her, drawing her attention back to him. His left hand held her chin as his deep green eyes stared into hers. Then as his right hand pushed some hair out of her face he kissed her. There it was. The flame roared between them as their lips moved together, the kiss deepening as they began settling into it. It was far more magical then either of them could have imagined it to be. It was impossible for them to tell exactly how long the kiss lasted. They were too focused on the movement and touch of the other. Barnaby moved so that his body climbed on top of hers, needing to feel more of her against him. Y/n felt as though she was melting, her feeling for Barnaby had exploded so suddenly that she felt weightless. As soon as they parted they knew there was so many questions now to be answered.
Barnaby held her hand that night as she slept soundly besides him. It was pulled to his chest as he softly played with her delicate fingers. The rest of the evening they had spent exploring their feelings rather than focusing on anything they were worried about before. They talked, they laughed, they kissed. It was a repetitive cycle that got more and more mundane each time. Now Y/n lay sleeping soundly on top of Barnaby’s bed beside him. Her figure was illuminated by the moonlight that seeped through the cracks of the windows blinds. She looked more than peaceful as she nestled into Barnaby in her sleep, under their cosy, knitted blanket. Every now and then he would tuck her hair back from covering her face as she shuffled in her sleep. Watching her movement with great adoration in his eyes, he counted himself more then lucky. There wasn’t a single thing he would change about her. She was perfect. Everything that had happened between them that day seemed like a dream. When he answered the door he thought he would be met with his fear, but unknowingly was faced with the one thing that made him feel stronger than he ever was. He never wanted that night to end. He had never had a connection like the one he had with her and to have finally acted on it was liberating. “Sleep well” he whispered before kissing her head tenderly and then drifting off into a peaceful slumber beside her.
The sun began to rise as morning came, light suddenly filling the room. As her e/c eyes fluttered open gently, Y/n sluggishly pulled herself up. Sitting on the edge of the bed she laid a hand on Barnaby’s chest, feeling his steady breathes as she watched his serene form. Although he was sleeping, she swore there was a light smile painted on his lips. His dark brunette hair was messy from sleep, similar to the clothes he was wearing. She caressed his cheek lovingly and left a small peck on his forehead. His warm, ivory skin felt soft under her fingers. Memories of the day before spun around her head like a fast jumbled movie. Scene by scene, it played out in her head and finally reminded her of how she got where she was. She let out a chuckle, funny how things play out, she thought. Noticing the mess still on the floor she started to tidy the room, picking up and piling each book and throwing away any rubbish. She had just finished and began brushing herself off when she felt a warm set of arms wrap around her waist. “Morning” Barnaby’s euphonious voice rang. Snuggling back into him she hummed happily to herself. Still giddy on the feelings that exploded between them the day before, she still felt as light as a feather, like he was some kind of opium and she was high on him. All it took was the sound of his voice and the feeling of his touch and she was melting once again. Turning herself around to face him, both of their knowing eyes wondered over each other. “I should probably head back to Hogwarts soon” she declared, now wrapping her arms around his neck lovingly. “Stay” he cooed into her ear, his lips brushing it ever so slightly. Y/n hadn’t thought of the possibility of staying that much longer, she never really stayed overnight anywhere other than Hogwarts during the school term. The thought of spending some more alone time with Barnaby was far too irresistible to say no. She nodded in response. “Okay I’ll stay”. His arms around her tightened for a second, before letting her go and leading her to the kitchen. Barnaby was surprised at how confident and assertive he had managed to be. He wasn’t necessarily a shy person and did often speak his mind, but after waiting for so long to show Y/n how he felt he was very glad he managed to pluck the courage. She had reciprocated all of his feelings, responding to every action positively. Everything that happened between them showed so much possibility. There was so much potential between them. To Barnaby, at that moment their potential was practically guaranteed.
Hi! I really like your writing and I was wondering if you are going to continue that amazing Maze Runner AU fanfiction you started, because it was so well written!
I don’t know when this was asked :’( I didn’t get a notification, but I will 100% continue it if you wanna message again to say your interested and which maze runner one your talking about :) x
It’s here! After a year and a half of hard work, we are both so excited to finally share our film with you. Thank you all for your support and encouragement - this film means the world to us, and your kindness and enthusiasm has made this journey all the more meaningful. It is our great pleasure to share with you this labor of love, and we hope with all our hearts that you enjoy watching it as much as we did making it.
How international fans feel every time a new Shadowhunters episode comes out and you have to wait until it’s on Netflix but everyone in the US has already watched:
Summary: Pressured to be in a relationship by her traditional wizard family, Y/n spins in and out of romance between different suiters and tries to find the solution to all her problems, but not through magic.
Note: This is a Bridget jones diary inspired imagine. It does not follow the plot and the character Y/n will develop more confident traits as it progresses, so do not worry if you were expecting a replica to Miss.Jones herself. Feedback is welcome, I would love to see what you guys think and if you want another chapter. It’s already slightly planned...Enjoy!
Chapter one- The party
Summary: Y/n’s parents have dragged her to a party in order for her to meet a guy. Pressure for her to secure a marriage for the future and a higher place in the wizarding world. There she meets a smirking ginger boy in a tacky knitted sweater.
Bitterly cold, the weather managed to put a dampen on an already dreaded day. Y/n already knew it was going to be horrible, but not this horrible. Yet, she stood in her room, gazing out of her window, knowing today was going to be a start to a new chapter in her life and wondering why it had to be so cliché as to start with noticing the weather. That’s just what her family wanted for her though. A big, massive bundle of cliché traditions. Her parents were a certain type of traditional wizarding parents. They were the kind that had the idea that their lovely daughter would now be transferred to one of the best wizarding schools, pass exams, find a charming wizard and later marry him, showing their family in the brightest of lights. Did Y/n want this? Not really, but if going to a silly party got them off her back for a bit then she would go. Y/n twirled a piece of her h/c hair around her finger as she switched her gaze to her mirror. She was already half ready for the party and despite not putting much effort in she still looked more then decent. She had a pretty, natural look about her, hair left untouched and barley any makeup applied. She only wanted to look how she felt. Only wanted to look good for herself and no one else. Yet her parents had other plans. She had only been in their new house for one night, arriving at 11:00pm, before already heading out in less than a day.
As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, a piercing voice erupted from next to the staircase. “Oh no! Where’s your dress?” Y/ns mother, Regina screeched. Startled by the noise, Y/ns father, Joe, rushed back into the house from starting the car. “What’s the matter dear?” he asked, worry etched onto his face. Regina threw her hands in the air before bringing one back down to cover her face in displeasure. “Look! She’s going to a party in casual clothes. How will she find a suiter in those?” she cried, gesturing to her chosen outfit. Confused, Y/n simply looked out the window next to the front door, checking whether the weather was still the same as when she last checked it. “Mum, its freezing outside!” Y/n argued, glad she had put a jacket on already. Unfazed by her words her mother simply said, “Yes well you’ll wear a coat”. The happy tint, in her mother’s voice, made Y/n think she was already beaten, in till her dad chimed in. “Yes, well there’s no time now. We will be late if we wait a moment longer and we are not going by floo powder. Besides, she does still look pretty, doesn’t she?”. The rhetorical question was left in the air as he speedily walked back out towards their car. “Yes, she does” Regina sighed in defeat, a light smile however was aimed at her daughter.
The party didn’t look incredibly packed when the car first landed. The house looked incredibly cozy and from what her parents had talked about in the car, it belonged to a rather large family. “Six sons!” her mother exclaimed, just before leaving the car. “And a daughter” her father added.
“Yes, but imagine the amount of grandchildren they could have. Imagine how many may still be single” she droned as she shut the car door. “Six boys” she whispered in amazement to herself.
“And one girl” Joe added.
As soon as they entered the cozy looking house they were greeted by two enormously friendly people. “Regina and Joe Y/LN! It’s so good to see you!” A ginger woman said as she pulled both parents into a hug. “Great to see you again” The ginger man next to her greeted as he shook their hands with a large smile on his face. “And you Molly. Arthur” Regina replied politely, returning the warm smile. One look was all it took to see what kind of home this was. An incredibly loving and warm family sitting in front of the fire place, this Y/n could imagine well. “Oh!” Molly suddenly exclaimed, pulling Y/n out of her thought. “This must be Y/n” she said, greeting Y/n by shaking her hand and then placing one on her cheek. “Oh, how beautiful” she complimented. Y/n smiled kindly back and thanked her and although was contempt with the compliment, could see Regina out the corner of her eye, giving her father a look which meant she was getting ideas. When Molly and Regina had wondered into the kitchen, dragging Y/n slightly behind, she listened to their conversation. “So tell me about your boys” Regina giggled enthusiastically. And girl, Y/n could practically hear her father say. “Well Bill, my eldest, has got himself a girlfriend. Well, actually fiancée as of soon. My other boys however, have not had such luck.” Molly gossiped, hinting when she spoke the last words, causing Y/n to look at them cautiously. She assumed they had either talked about this in the past and that’s why she knew what Regina wanted to hear, or this was typical mum gossip. “You don’t say.” Regina leaned on a nearby counter and looked more than interested in what Molly had to say. “Who’s your second eldest?” she suddenly asked, which really grabbed Y/n’s attention. She knew what her mother was doing. “He’s away at the moment. Couldn’t make it today. You see Charlie studies dragons abroad” she explained. “Third then?” Regina inquired further. Molly smile beamed all of a sudden, like she was excited about the idea that Regina was emitting through her facial expression. “Percy” she simply stated at first and let Regina bathe in the name for a moment, before selling it further. “He was head boy at Hogwarts. Now he’s working for the ministry of magic” Molly explained, proudly. Y/n saw how ecstatic this made Regina. This conversation was nothing but a gleeful buildup of something that Y/n knew she would suffer for. She zoned out of the conversation, making her way to look into the living room, where a majority of people were. Analyzing her surrounding, she paid more attention to the vibrant decorations then she did the people. Pouring herself a drink, she then stood at the side of the room, looking sociable yet not ready to talk to, head turned away from the crowd and focused on her drink. Letting out a deep regretful sigh, Y/n wished that she had stayed at home, giving an excuse of homesickness to not live in this moment. But that idea was thought stupid when she imagined her mother then bring a Weasley boy back from the party the next day. Her terrible thoughts were interrupted by, even more terrible, giggles from two woman approaching her from the kitchen. Before she knew it, one had grasped her shoulder and began to direct her around the room. “Y/n, there’s someone we would like you to meet.” Regina spoke in an eager voice. In response Y/n simply smiled brightly and let them direct her. Better get this over and done with, she thought to herself. A boy stood tall near a bookshelf, wine glass in hand and a rather professional, sophisticated aura about him. He like the rest of the family had ginger hair, yet did not have the same warm expression. He wore a dismissive expression that said he paid little attention to those he thought to be not worth his time. In other words, the first word that came to mind for Y/n in describing him was arrogant. He didn’t even need to speak. “Percy, you remember Regina!” Molly began. Percy nodded towards Regina with a “How do you do”, barley a smiled on his face. Then his eyes roamed on Y/n, taking in her features with a creeping smile. “This is Y/n, her daughter” Molly explained. Both Regina and Molly looked like they were waiting for some sort of result. His smile fell back down as he greeted her. He held a hand out in a greeting gesture. Y/n was hesitant to take it, unsure of whether he was to shake it or kiss it. Placing her hand on his anyway for image, he, to her delight, shuck it firmly but gently at the same time. Both mothers stood at the side, expressions lit up as if they were a firework display. Although before anything else could be said they hurried off. Standing awkwardly in front the boy, Y/n noticed they looked very peculiar and poorly matched. For one, she stood in casual clothes while he wore a dashing suit. He stood with stature while she wasn’t even sure how to stand. It was silent for a moment before she decided to break the ice. “So, I heard you work at the ministry of magic now.” she conversed. Percy simply gave her a look that stated his disinterest in the subject. “I’m assigned to the Department of International Magical Cooperation.” He bragged, not looking at Y/n while answering. Noticing his prestige as he spoke, she couldn’t help but want to knock him off his high horse. Instead she simply replied, “Wow, that sounds incredibly impressive.” She attempted to make it sound as genuine as possible, not wanting for him to see her as sarcastic, something her mother had criticize her for at times. A few seconds of silence had passed and no response was found on the boy’s lips as he repeatedly took a sip of his wine and averted his gaze away from the girl. Debating in her head on whether or not to speak up again, she shifted from one foot to the other. “Fireworks!”, someone suddenly yelled, causing everyone’s attention to shift to the double doors leading them outside. Shuffling quickly, a majority of the party goers made their way outside, including a joyful Regina, who Y/n spotted leaving the kitchen whilst now talking to another woman around her age. Spotting her daughter, Regina gave Y/n a look that suggested she stay put by Percy’s side. This was because Percy did not show any sign of budging. No interest was shown in the world around him as he swirled his drink around casually in his hand. Reluctantly Y/n did stay by his side, wishing that she too could have a wonderful view of fireworks, something Y/n admired greatly. “So Hogwarts is it?” Percy suddenly spoke, surprising her. Even more to her surprise, he was looking at her. Nodding in response, Percy gave her a smile, small but still there. “Should we go watch the fireworks?” he then asked. The look she then gave him was already an answer, with no words needed. In all honesty she needed a distraction, needed something loud to get her mind off this disaster. With his hand to the small of her back he guided her out towards the crowd. She really hoped the fireworks were deafening.
The black sky was a void filled with already beautiful lights. Night always looked so peaceful and perfect, no matter the weather. This was the first thing Y/n noticed as she stepped outside. But it wasn’t the most breathtaking thing she saw that night. As she gracefully walked towards the chattering crowd with Percy’s hand still on her back, as if she needed direction, she could feel her mother’s eyes glow with pride. Y/n felt slightly sick. The next thing she knew however, was Percy removing his hand and shifting his position to talk to a nearby guest. Not wanting to look like a ‘piece’ on his arm, Y/n did not shift her position with him. Instead, she took a step nearer to where the fireworks were about to be lit. That’s where she saw him. A few seconds ago she reckoned that the fireworks were going to be the best part of her night, but suddenly that changed. A burst of light erupted from the ground soaring into the dark sky. Y/n’s gaze did not follow it. As soon as the light erupted her eyes shone on the boy that stood there, captured within the light. He had just lit the firework, stumbling slightly, laughing. She couldn’t see his exact features when the light was on the ground, but as it soured towards the sky she made out his warm expression, thin, tall build and slightly messy ginger hair. He was gorgeous. And also defiantly a Weasley, not that she had taken it in at that moment. A few more boisterous bangs and cheers and she was whisked back into reality, realizing she had missed the first few fireworks. One more glance was spared on the boy before she forced her eyes onto the fireworks. The actual thing she wanted to see. Not a boy.
“Oh they were beautiful!” Regina gushed to two identical Weasley boys. Fred and George enjoyed her compliments on their firework display, cheerfully giving responses, often in the form of a friendly joke. Relishing the moment, Fred was glad that his idea of lighting fireworks by hand went down so well. Next to his brother, he continued to casually banter in till George and Regina began conversing on the Wesley’s last family trip. Fred strangely found himself disinterested and less engaged in the topic, eyes starting to flicker around the room. That’s when he saw her. Y/n was stood by a front window, watching as people began to depart. The house was already fairly empty and the sight of it slowly filtering out was slightly satisfying to her. Instantly his eyes were drawn to admire her e/c eyes. Fred was never one to really pay much attention to anyone’s feature, but suddenly he found himself oddly captivated. Then they fell to her lips. As if an unconscious shame or guilt kicked in, he quickly then shifted his eyes to her h/l, h/t, h/c hair. Then he took her in all at once. And she was beautiful. All of his thoughts, both opinions and led actions, were done in such a subtle manner that he barley even knew what he was thinking or doing himself. They were just thoughts. “Fred?” George nudged his shoulder against his brothers gently, gaining his attention. Surprised, Fred whipped his head around, looking at his brother for an answer. Realizing that he had actually just zoned out of the conversation, he then automatically looked towards Regina to gauge her reaction. Both his brother and Regina had their attention locked on him, curious expressions covering their faces. “I said, we had a bit more trouble getting back this year, since dad was adamant to spend more time camping. Didn’t we?” George repeated to his brother. No clue of how they got onto that and sure he had no recollection of hearing his brother say it, he simply nodded. Georges eyes questioned him for a second, but Fred rapidly realized a nonverbal response was abnormal from him and so he began to speak. “Dad had an idea about how we would all spend at least five more days outside camping and how it would calm us all down. Luckily we managed to convince him we would run out of ways to entertain ourselves.” Fred laughed, changing the atmosphere back to normal.
The house was almost empty when Percy approached Y/n. A more suitable word would be ‘strode’. Head held high and hands behind his back. “Enjoyed today?” he enquired, causing Y/n to turn towards him, once again surprised at the sudden exchange. Giving him a friendly smile she nodded. Percy then leant himself against the wall beside her casually as if they had been so casual all evening. “I have to ask” Percy began, crossing his arms. “What exactly do you attend to do, once graduated from Hogwarts?”. As soon as he asked, Y/n knew that once again she would have to think of a perfect, artificial answer rather than the real one. Ideas flickered through her mind, but none sat right with her. “Honestly I’m not sure. I think I’ll just see where this all takes me”. Honesty sounded better. Nodding to himself, Percy smirked a bit. “Don’t you think you’ll need a better plan then that?” Percy asked rhetorically. The way in which he had said it showed that he didn’t want an answer, he was judging her. Or rather partially lecturing her. Stunned Y/n was almost at a loss for words. Almost, as in she had a lot of ideas but less than a tenth ones that she could possibly get away with. “Excuse me, but I think I have a better idea for what’s best for me” Y/n argued, slightly frustrated at the boy for speaking so rudely to her. “Is that why your letting your mum pawn you off to the highest bidder?” Percy remarked with more pretentiousness in his voice then before. Completely taken back, yet furious, Y/n already had a million more ideas pop into her head. A higher ratio for ones she was prepared to use. Suddenly and very rapidly, just a second after Percy had spoken, a voice interrupted them. “Butter beer anyone?” said an overly cheerful voice, obviously aware of the situation arising. It was the ginger boy. Fred Weasley looked between them as they stared at him both bewildered and irritated. “Just trying to defuse the tension.” He muttered as he took a sip of the butter beer in his left hand. Shaking his head, finished with the conversation, Percy strode away. As soon as he was out of sight, Fred handed the butter beer in his right hand to Y/n. Thanking him, she then took a small sip. Although she still felt livid for the comment made about her, she now found herself flustered in front of the boy she was admiring before. Before she could admire him some more however, she couldn’t help but notice, now up-close, his tacky knitted sweater with the letter ‘F’ sewn in the middle. Seeing where her eyes were set, the left corner of Fred’s lips rose. “My mum knitted us all jumpers for Christmas” he explained, tugging slightly at the bottom.
“So I’m guessing your name is-” Y/n spoke, dragging out the last word, whilst watching Fred’s smile grow. “Herbert?” she joked, earning a loud, boisterous laugh. “Fred Weasley” he greeted.
“Y/n Y/ln”.
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Y/n stood by her parent’s sides, just as they were about to leave, at the front door. After saying goodbye to both Arthur and Molly, she decided to wonder off and find Fred. When they talked she found herself smiling brighter than before and forgetting the anger she felt whilst talking to Percy. Something tugged at Y/n as she made her way around the halls to find him. Maybe, just maybe-
“So what do you think then?” a rather defensively voice from the nearby room inquired. Y/n would of casually just walked on, but when she heard a second voice she froze. “What? Of Y/n?” the second voice questioned. It was Fred. Then the first voice became clearer, it was Percy. Y/n leant on the wall outside of the room, making sure that she didn’t interrupt. Plus, she wanted to know what Fred thought of her. Percy must have nodded, because Fred continued. “I think you’re in different leagues. You don’t want her by your side. She wouldn’t fit in at the ministry.” As soon as he said it, Y/n felt everything stop, cursing her previous thoughts and beliefs. Maybe not.
In progress of writing a new fanfic between Y/n and Fred Weasley.
Inspired by Bridget Jones diary (but obviously does not follow its compete plot.)
It will actually be a partial love triangle including Draco Malfoy. Would love feedback, and hope you enjoy once its out. xx
Summary: Pressured to be in a relationship by her traditional wizard family, Y/n spins in and out of romance between different suiters and tries to find the solution to all her problems, but not through magic.
3) “The Philistines had numerous soothsayers, wizards, and cloud-seers (meonenim), who predicted future events from various auguries.” - Stiles predicts numerous events throughout seasons. (Minus the I from the picture before the e)
“Ones an incident, two's a coincidence and three's a pattern”
