These are the very first paintings I made for Avatar Aang: The Last Airbender. I designed the art style for the Sonam and Tagah scenes throughout the film! I want to thank PD Jake Panian and AD Aaron Loftis for trusting me so much with these parts of the movie; their incredible leadership and support carried our entire team.
The most hilarious thing about the fact Buckbeak had a trial and lost is that later on JKR resolves the issue by having Hagrid take him in again and renaming him Witherwings. That’s literally all it took. What if in POA, Hagrid simply said, “Sorry, Buckbeak flew away.”
“Mr. Lupin that is Sirius Black with glasses!”
“Oh come now Minister, Sirius Black doesn’t wear glasses. That wouldn’t make sense.”
“Well have Mr. White take off his glasses then!”
“He can’t he needs them to see.”
Okay, see, I thought I saved this post to comment on it but I’d like to bring up
The Minister would NEVER EVER disbelieve in Gerald White. He’d buy it hook line and sinker. The wizarding world would buy it hook line and sinker. The GOBLINS wouldn’t but wizards have been shown to be pretty blindingly clueless. Still, Gringotts would grudgingly give Sirius access to the Black fortune.
But, but, but, you know the one person
the one person
who Gerald White would drive AB-SO-LUTELY FUCKING BATSHIT?
Severus Snape.
Snape would do everything, EVERYTHING, to get people to believe that it’s Sirius. But the Order would ignore it (they accepted Sirius as Sirius before anyway) and Remus would just be so… so affronted.
‘Severus, he is my cousin.’
And Sirius would love it. He’d love the fact that Snape just hated it. He’d be the BEST DAMN GERALD WHITE EVER b/c Snape is doing everything from dropping veritaserum into his firewhisky to capturing a dementor in a box and releasing it on Sirius when he least expects it
That one causes problems for a bare minute because SHIT A DEMENTOR ATTEMPTED TO GIVE GERALD THE KISS MAYBE SNAPE IS RIGHT except Harry comes forward and is like ‘excuse me, I’ve never committed a crime and dementors are ALWAYS attacking me, I think they’re attracted to glasses’
and the magical community is like ‘shit, yeah, you’re right’
Gerald White eventually becomes a fully registered animagus. When he turns into his animagus form right in front of Snape, Snape’s bursting at the seams, just pointing at him and spluttering:
‘HE’S A BIG BLACK DOG! A DOG - THAT IS BLACK. SIRIUS BLACK. BLACK DOG DOG BLACK.’
And Remus calmly says: “That’s absurd, Severus. Sirius Black was never an animagus and besides which, people’s names don’t have any influence over their animagus forms or anything like that. That’s ridiculous.”
And Snape yells: “Shut it WEREWOLF MCWEREWOLF!”
Everyone looks at Remus, who blinks and sighs as Gerald White turns back into his human form.
“Pure coincidence,” Gerald says. “My aunt was into Roman mythology. Has to happen sometimes.” Then he pauses to give Snape an overly concerned look. “Are you alright, Severus? You’re looking a little red.”
Another point in the direction of Gerald White Not Being Sirius Black is that everyone knows Sirius Black hated Severus Snape.
Gerald White bakes the ungrateful dungeon bat cookies and is always polite to him. It so nice that Gerald really wants to be friends.
Minerva, as an animagus, can 100% tell it’s Sirius. She could pick his scent out miles away from the amount of times the Marauders caused trouble in their school days. She can’t outwardly say anything so instead, every time she sees Gerald Not-Sirius-Black White, she offers him a biscuit.
No, he doesn’t teach DADA, because he knows that position is cursed. But after *cough* some unknown troublemaker sneaks into the castle one night and exorcises Cuthbert Binns, and after a meeting behind closed doors with Minerva McGonagall and Remus Lupin, Gerald White applies to become the new History of Magic professor.
Professor White is an instant success with the students, just because he actually puts a little life into his lectures instead of just droning on and on, and he talks about more than just the goblin rebellions. History of Magic quickly becomes Harry Potter’s favorite class (he knows instantly who Gerald White really is, and so does Hermione, but Ron has to have it explained to him.) And twice a day, an hour before breakfast and then shortly after dinner, Professor White walks past the statue of Gregory the Smarmy, looks both ways to ensure no one’s watching and then disappears behind it for a few minutes, ducking into the secret passageway to meet Remus Lupin waiting for him there.
The History of Magic lesson plans for all seven years of students are actually prepared by Remus, who achieved an Outstanding on his History OWL and has experience with teaching. Remus has always refused to accept any of the Black fortune as charity from Sirius, but he agreed to accept 97% of Gerald White’s salary and a rent-paid cottage in Hogsmeade as his due reimbursement for all the work he’s putting in on the lessons plans, as well as marking all the students’ essays that Sirius hands to him after dinner, while he hands over the lesson plans that Sirius will be spending his evening reading through, preparing for the next day. At each morning meeting, Remus hands over the marked-up essays while tossing at Sirius a few of the typical questions that a student might ask for each lesson, because both men are heavily invested in Gerald White’s success.
When Gerald White teaches at Hogwarts, Remus gets a steady income, Sirius and Harry get to spend time with each other, and the students of Hogwarts get a better education in History of Magic. It’s a win-win situation for everybody… everybody except Severus Snape, that is. 😉
That sufjan stevens song about falling in love with your best friend and the wasp being a metaphor for queer guilt and shame interrupting the experience of young love okayyy
romance as a subplot is SOOOOO GOODDDDD because 98% of the time it's an intense slowburn that develops over several chapters. the story focuses on the plot or character development more but somehow it makes the romance SO MUCH BETTER!!! idk how to explain it it's just so good...like when an author's focus is more on characters and plot it gives you as the reader a deeper connection to the characters which makes the romantic/platonic aspect so much better
Written for Wild About NottPott's 100 - 1k Word Challenge.
Theme: AGILITY | WC: 983
"He's a madman on a bike!" Blaise zig-zagged his hands through the air. "You should have seen him in Rome! I thought he was going to plow into a car!"
Harry's gaze sharpened as if he could somehow use this (blatantly exaggerated) piece of information like a codex to crack the riddle of Theodore Nott.
"So you can ride a bike just fine, but you can't ride a broom?"
"I can ride a broom!" Theo scathed, hitting Harry with the full force of his glare. Harry only cocked his head to the side. "But riding a bike and riding a broom are completely different."
"He's unrecognizable on a bike, Harry," Blaise insisted, ignoring Theo's death glare. "The way he can dart through crowds of people! Quick as a fish, agile as a bird. I thought maybe he'd taken some kind of physical enhancement potion."
"I am capable of athleticism!" Theo insisted over the sound of his former best friend's snicker.
"I don't even know if I can ride a bike," Harry sighed.
Draco rolled his eyes. "If you can ride a broom, you can ride a bike."
Theo shot Draco a disbelieving look. "Are you kidding? You don't have the leg muscles for it. You used magic to propel yours half the time!"
Draco pinked. "I was on vacation! I didn't want to sweat!"
Harry cast a secretive smile Theo's way that did wonders for his mood.
Harry gradually drifted closer to him, letting Blaise and Draco go on ahead. They slowed, picking their way down the uneven path together.
"Do you think it would be hard to learn how to ride a bike?"
Theo took in Harry's downcast face. He could see that Harry was measuring himself against some imaginary ruler and finding that he had come up short.
"No, it's not hard. It's fun." Theo smiled when Harry's green eyes darted up hopefully. "It's a beautiful way to see the country."
"So is flying," Harry teased.
"Think of all the details you miss from way up there. Like those cowslips," he pointed out the dandy yellow flowers leaning into the sun. "Or the way the mica glitters on those rocks, or the sight of all the green leaves moving with the wind. You'd never see this from the air."
Theo's attention wandered for a moment, caught up by the magnificent beauty of spring.
When he looked to see why Harry had gone suspiciously silent, he noticed a large furrow in the earth directly in Harry's path.
"Watch out!"
"Merlin!" Harry side-stepped into him, holding on for balance, Theo's hand shot out and naturally curved around Harry's opposite hip. Almost reflexively, his fingertips tensed and dragged across Harry's shirt, feeling the smooth roll of skin and muscle underneath.
Oh. My. God. What are you doing? Theo yanked his arm back and shoved his hands in his pockets, prickling self-consciously. What a way to play that off casually, Theo, what the fuck is wrong with -
A stone overturned under his foot. Pain shot up his leg as his ankle rolled and knocked him off-kilter. His hands wouldn't come out fast enough to help him, so he yanked them around his face and braced to hit the ground.
"Got you!"
Strong arms wrapped around him. Harry slid over the rocky terrain, his leg bent like he'd caught Theo in a dip during a waltz. He curled Theo to his chest.
"Are you okay?" Harry panted.
"Mrrph," Theo said, careful not to move his lips as they were currently smashed up against Harry's pectoral muscles.
"Oh, sorry!" Harry relaxed his arms, but did not let him go. The world tilted. He saw white clouds, blue sky, a mess of black hair, and glinting green eyes behind a set of round glasses.
Harry was far too close.
"Theo?"
Merlin's beard, he smelled so good. How was that even fair? Theo did the only thing he could think of and tried to roll out of Harry's grip, but he held him close, scanning every inch of his face.
"I'm going to need a verbal response."
From this angle, he was too beautiful to even look at.
"You do this to me," Theo whispered, every lick of common sense and self control he'd ever possessed flying down the hill with what remained of his dignity. Harry's lips parted slightly. As Theo watched, Harry unconsciously darted his tongue out, wetting them.
"What do I do?" Harry asked.
"You make me feel -" like I'm in free fall, like I'm sprinting down a hill with no way to stop, like I'm always two seconds from smashing myself to pieces at the bottom of a cliff, like I'm -
"- clumsy," Theo finished lamely.
They stared at each other for a heartbeat too long.
"I don't know what to do," Harry blurted out. "I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing, and then you won't talk to me ever again."
"Impossible."
"Get a ROOM already!" Blaise shouted at them from down the hill.
Harry closed his eyes. His cheeks were pink.
Theo began to feel the first stages of delight.
"For the love of...I'm going to kill him."
"Me too," Theo agreed, a slow smile stretching across his face. Harry looked at him and blushed more prettily.
"Come on. Let's go dig his grave." Harry hauled him up and looped one arm around Theo's waist, cinching him tight to his side to help him limp down the hill.
Something about his proximity to Harry made him say the stupidest, most impulsive things that came to mind.
"Sounds like a fun first date."
He was momentarily blinded by the radiant smile that lit up Harry's face. Then, he was obliviated on the spot by Harry leaning in to kiss his cheek - swift, gentle, easy, like he'd done it a hundred times before.
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