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Robin: Why do you wanna know the secret to making a woman psycho?

Wally: Why do we wanna know how to blow up the Earth or grow a human ear on a mouse? In case we have to, Robin. In case we have to.

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Lizzie Saltzman denying any feelings for Hope Mikealson even though they belong together:

Lizzie Saltzman: She was a really great laser tag partner. She's tiny, so she's allowed to push kids.

Josie Saltzman: Please, cheese. You like this girl.

Lizzie Saltzman: What? Hope? No, I don't.

Josie Saltzman: Lizzie, you can't say her name without smiling.

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Legacies Season 4 Theories (Specifically about Lizzie and Ethan’s Relationship):

-Ethan still has his memory or somehow still remembers that MG is a vampire and knows Josie broke his arm

-This leads to him getting revenge through Lizzie, seeing how Lizzie is a part of their lives

This has a lot of potential:

-Lizzie finding out the truth that’s he just using her and turns away hurt, even though they both started to like each other

-This gives more room for creating angst that the writers can utilize

-Ex; she somehow ends up attacked, which leads to her turning into a vampire and because of all the black magic she’s been exposed to, something terrible ends up happening

-Ethan would go through so much inner turmoil

-Bonus points, if at this point, Lizzie has no one to go to at this point, which would lead to more angst for the other characters

-Ethan turning Lizzie against her friends and family

-Ethan actually starts to catch feelings for Lizzie, even though he tries not to

-He might torture her

*flashbacks to all the times Caroline was tortured*

-Him working with someone else, who he then ‘delivers’ Lizzie to and then they torture her, as they try to get information out of her

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Luke being smitten by Garcia and has no idea what to do:

Matt Simmons : Ask her something!

Luke Alvez: [On the phone to Penelope] How are you feeling today?

Penelope Garcia : Fine.

Matt Simmons: Something personal

Luke Alvez: At what age did you first get your period?

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Collin about Penelope at some point: I don't know. I just wanna be with her all the time. I wanna hear about her day, tell her about mine. I wanna hold her hand and smell her hair. But I don't want to be her stupid boyfriend.

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Penelope Garcia: Well... this is it. Since you won't be able to contact me for a month, I've left a complementary bowl of advice. For instance, um, "Alvez , stop doing that." [chuckles] Just applies to everything.

Luke Alvez: That's what's up. That's what's up. E'r'day, e'r'day.

Tara Lewis: Alvez, stop doing that.

Luke: That's what's up.

Tara: [sighs] It's gonna be a long month. I'm gonna pace myself.

Adapted from: https://tvquot.es/new-girl/jury-duty/2/

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The Genie Returns


The genie returns and with it, she restores Lizzie’s memories, but perhaps there’s more to the story. 




“Hope,” Josie cries out in warning, only for Hope to pull the beast’s heart out. 

“Thanks for the warning, now let’s go see whatever this artifact is,” Hope says diving headfirst into the tunnel. 

Following her lead, well more cautiously Josie steps in, using her phone’s light to guide her, “Do you see anything in here?”

Her voice echoing back to her, with Hope’s voice following back as a “no, wait-“

Picking up her stride, Josie goes to the source of Hope’s voice. 

Back in the shared twin room, Lizzie is sitting on her bed, looking through her grimoire for the third time that day. Looking for anything that mentions, Gemini coven, twins, curses and anything that mentions the merge. While in Europe with their mom, Lizzie overheard her mom talking about it with her aunt Bonnie. Apparently, the merge that was done, when Josie was under the influence of dark magic does not count, for a list of reasons, one of which is that it requires a twin to be dead and stay that way. Keeping this information to herself, Lizzie has been conducting her own investigation. She doesn’t want to give Josie or anyone else any bad news, not until she has some plan. 

The amount of time, she has read her grimoire over has caused her to see the writing from it, everywhere. Just as she’s about to close her eyes to get some rest, she snaps herself out of it, by remembering she’s doing this for her sister.

  

 Getting up she heads to the school's library to grab whatever book she can that will lead her somewhere, rather than having her going in circles. Wanting to stay discrete about her investigation she keeps her head down while searching for a book that can aid her. If someone sees her, they are bound to ask questions and she sucks at lying. Signing out the book, she heads to her room to go through it, when she sees out of the window of her room that Hope and Josie are back. She quickly places the book somewhere it wouldn’t stick out and heads to her father’s office. 

Kaleb, MG and Landon are already in Alaric’s office alongside Jed to ask for more events for the school, when Hope and Josie walk in with an urn. 

“Well dad we found this,” Josie says placing it on his desk, “now mind telling us more about this.”

Lizzie enters the room, as her dad is about to explain what it is when she got a feeling in her gut almost tangible that she’s seen it before. 

“Look you guys don’t have to worry about what this is,” Alaric says, refusing to share any information.

This bothered Hope,” we just went and got it. We deserve to know what it is.” 

Soon enough an argument breaks out enough about sharing what it is, taking this as an opportunity Lizzie sneaks to her father’s desk, removing the glass casing and soon enough a blue woman appears, silencing the whole room. The same familiar feeling hits her in the stomach again. 

“Who the hell are you?” 

“Ah, Lizzie Saltzman. I remember you but clearly, you don’t,” snapping her fingers, the doors open,” everyone else out, I only want to talk to her and I won’t hurt anyone else.”

Josie and Hope look between her and Lizzie and wanting to protect everyone and answers she says,” it's okay. I’ll be fine.” 

Then the doors shut, as fear creeps in, which Lizzie tries to represses by asking,” so who are you.”

“You will have that answer soon enough.”

Having enough of her vagueness, she tries it another way,” Okay Smurfette! You want to talk to me, I am not having this conversation without any more information. So now the ball is in your court,” then as a way to insert her dominance, she crosses her arm and looks her in the eye.

“The ball has always been in my court, contrary to what you or anyone else thinks, but I do believe a bit of context might do us some good,” mirroring Lizzie’s body language,” by the way you have already called me Smurfette before, you need some new material. We have met before but you may not remember because you thought you could outsmart whatever loophole you thought existed. Let me make this very clear to you, fate had other plans. You thought you could prevent our first meeting, but this is a self-fulfilling prophecy. I intended to see you go crazy and that is going to happen one way or another. Perhaps with the memories might hasten it along, living with the guilt of your wishes, not being able to tell apart realities,” the genie says but each word becoming more poisonous than the one before, filling Lizzie with fear, seeing the shift in demeanour and what is going to happen. 

As she gets ready to snap, “consider how your last wish wasn’t fulfilled, I’ll do you this favour. The addition will speed your path to insanity along. I thank you for my freedom”

Before Lizzie could wrap everything around her mind, she shouts ,” stop,” but by then it's too late, the genie snaps her fingers and vanishes. Fear of what might happen as the genie’s work begins to infiltrate her, she opens her dad’s door, taking a step towards her room. Her senses all in a disarray, as the floor, rocks her back and forth, her vision starting to dim, she could feel her magic creating chaos around her,” everyone will be safe, once I’m in my room,” she mumbles to herself, as her breathing becoming more and more shallow. She enters her room, with her door snapping shut behind her and then everything comes rushing in all at once, causing her to collapse on the cold ground. 

Flashbacks of everything coming back, the world her wishes created flooding her mind, her dad becoming an alcoholic because of her, Hope being all alone as a vampire killing people to fill this void inside of her, then there’s Josie. Seeing the universe of which her friends hiding with her dad, as they fight for their lives, a world without Hope and her twin sister Josie. Fear filling every bit of her, the small moment of celebration she felt thinking she defeated the genie and then the regret. Finally the disbelief, and the guilt that everything was her fault. 

“Lizzie, Lizzie, you need to wake up.” 

“I thought her name was Linda.”

“Lizzie dear you need to wake up right now,” slowly waking her up, only providing a millisecond of escape, before the flashbacks returned, with it the lights flashing on and off, objects falling and breaking. 

“Yeah, you’re causing this, you need to stop,” the voice chimes in.

Her attention turning to a figure that walks in front of her, “Lizzie look at me. Focus and breathe. Whatever you saw, is not real, this is.”

“It was though. It happened and you did cause it to happen, whatever it was,” another voice chimes in.

“Dude really? We don’t know what happened but she’s about to destroy the school,” another voice chimes in. 

“Everyone quiet,” Lizzie snaps, “I’m going … I’m,” as she tries to search for the words.

“Look at me and breathe,” the same soothing figure says, returning small pieces of peace to her.

Finally, when she is feeling calm, she takes a good look around her room and recognizes Grandma Bennet as the person who was calming her down, along with Liz and Kai.

Breathing out “am I dead?”

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Draco x Ravenclaw Reader (Gender Neutral)

Part one of I’m not sure how many.

If there are any parts where it seems that the reader has a certain gender, please let me know and I will fix it.

You were wondering around in the library trying to take in all the books that there are.

“Always with a book ,”Draco remarks, with his minions snickering in the background.

Obviously you could say something but then he would say something and then it just turns into a mini conversation with jabs and you have better things to do than trade insults with Draco Malfoy. For example trying to find a book to read, well more so narrowing down which book to read.

Finally being able to chose one, you head to sign it out. Finding a quiet nook in the library is quite easy seeing how Pince is strict when overseeing the library. Finding an isolated and comfortable place, you could hear Pince telling Malfoy and company to be quiet. You could hear Draco say something on the lines of “We have better places to be,”and ,”my father would be hearing about this.” Choosing to settle down, you dive into your book, losing yourself in it.

After a few hours of reading, you look up, realizing how much time has passed. Feeling content and happy, you return the book seeing how you already finished it. As you wander the halls thinking about the book you just read and the possibilities of what comes next for the characters, you then find a pair of socks. It was easy to figure out whose those belong to; your good friend Luna Lovegood. Picking them up, you continue to walk, the next time you see her you would give them to her.

Surely enough you see her looking for her belongings, “Luna look what I found.”

“A beautiful pair of socks. I have a pair just like those, that have gone missing. Would it happen to be those?”

Nodding your head, a smile grew on her face.

“Thank you,”she says.

“It was nothing. Would you like any help looking for anything else,”offering your friend.

“You have helped plenty. Thank you. I’m good, enjoy the rest of your walk,”she smiles then skips off.

Walking aimlessly, your feet end up leading you to a balcony. Standing outside you breathe in the fall air and already it is turning dark and the stars have begun to appear. Taking it all in, bought in a sense of tranquility. Soon the smell of food starts to fill in the air signalling it’s time for dinner.

You continue to make your way down, until some platinum haired idiot decides to stop in your way abruptly causing you to bump into him.

“Sorry,”you mumble trying to avoid any more conversation.

“You should be. Do you not know who I am,”saying with a sense of arrogance.

It was his fault, but seeing how he won’t want to admit it and the fact that he’s been getting under your skin, you decide that it’s only fair to return the favour.

“I’m sorry, I don’t,” causing him to be slightly irritated,” you can’t be serious, everyone knows I am.” You continue to act as if you don’t know who he is ,”I don’t, so I guess that’s not everyone. Anyways what’s your name?”

“Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy. Surely you have heard my name.” Then one of his lackeys speaks up,”his name is known by all and feared rightfully so.”

“Well that statement is false,”you retort.

“Says the nobody,”he fires back. You smile, and take it a step further ,”why thank you. How kind of you. You must be secretly a Hufflepuff. Being nobody provides a liberty,” knowing that this would make him furious.

“Now excuse me,”walking away from them, smiling to yourself, proud of your accomplishment.

Calling him a Hufflepuff was insulting to him, saying that he belongs to some other house was offensive to him and to call him a Hufflepuff, house that he’s called weak multiple times on occasion, a lie seeing how it takes great strength to show kindness in a world where there are people trying to knock happiness out of people’s lives. To show loyalty when it’s hard to trust, and to care without expecting anything in return, making Hufflepuffs possibly the strongest and bravest house.

You were chatting with your friends while enjoying the various cuisines offered. Taking everything in, you glance around the the room when your eyes meets his just for a brief millisecond and you continue to look around the room, giving him no significance knowing this would continue to push him. As you continue to eat, a fellow Ravenclaw asks ,”y/n how come he continues to glare at you?”

“Draco?” Whispering back, “yeah, he looks like he’s willing to use a spell on you.”

“I bumped into him. His fault for just stopping out of nowhere by the way. Anyways I may have told him that I don’t know who he is, didn’t recognize his name and then called him a Hufflepuff,”you whisper explain to him. He chuckles to himself, “let me know how this unfolds, because I have a feeling he’s not going to put it to rest, and you have ideas.”

“I will keep you updated.”

That night you make your way towards your dorm being cautious of any dementors, until you were joined by a white haired boy. ‘A persistent one’ you thought to yourself, ignoring him. One of your Hufflepuff friend’s passed by who you wished a good night to and she wished the same.

“Ravenclaw,”he finally says, “Slytherin when did you get here?”

“Have you gone mad? I have been walking with you for some time now,”he says not being able to hide his annoyance.

“I prefer to live in my world, so what do I owe the pleasure Dalfoy,” mixing up his name on purpose. His reaction made you more content, “it is not Dalfoy, it is Draco Malfoy. I thought you would have committed this to memory by now.”

“Nahh. I don’t see the point, it’s not like we’ll continue to meet, after all it’s not like Slytherins often associate themselves with other houses.”

“Well that’s because we don’t want to risk not having any pure blood. Something that every Slytherin can understand,” he says proudly.

“A limit that only you chose to understand. Depriving yourselves of finding friends and possible true love,”you say sadly.

“A standard,”emphasizing greatly,” that we prefer to live by. Marrying someone worthy of ourselves unlike you, who I’m guessing is a mug blood with a name I still don’t know.”

“And let’s keep it at that,”you turn to him, “you should head to your common room, you don’t want to be seen associating with me and my mugblood. Wouldn’t want to hurt your reputation,” leaving a silent Draco behind, moving ahead and answering the riddle to enter.

As you read your textbook, that pasty Slytherin kept sneaking into your mind, with a spark of irratation kept igniting in your mind, closing your book out of frustration, you take a deep breath to try and center yourself, because you left your class reading till the last minute. Closing your eyes you empty your mind, well empty as it can be. ‘Draco Malfoy will not and can not get the better of me’ you think to yourself, exhaling then opening your eyes you return back to your reading.