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Hero Schuyler Gryffindor | Seventh Year | Seeker "happy ending? there are no happy endings. endings are the saddest part so give me a happy middle and a very happy start."

[hschuyler-blog]

( jayjonesjournal )

The lower level corridors in the middle of the day were a dangerous, packed to the brim with younger years running to class and older years doing their best to prevent those younger years from making it on time. Hero was typically up for a harmless prank to break up the monotony of the day, but she had a charms essay to finish during her free period and the library was calling. So close to the rounding the corner, so close to being free of the zoo. As she reached the corner, Hero collided with a pack of young Slytherins. All her supplies - quills, parchment, books - scattered across the ground. Hero watched with horror as one beautiful white quill was crushed under the shoe of an unconcerned Ravenclaw. A string of expletives on her lips, Hero dropped to her knees and began gathering her supplies. “Just babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” Hero smiled to herself as her eyes fell on a pair of shoes, inches from her face. Hero looked up with the smile still on her face and grew wider when she saw Jay standing above her, the owner of the shoes. “Babbling, bumbling band of baboons. Try saying that five times fast.”

[hschuyler-blog]

( halfbreed-hawkins )

“Duro!” The banana on the windowsill did not budge, but she doubted it was supposed to. Hero walked over and picked up the fruit, only to find it still felt soft and slightly mushy in her hand. Attempt sixteenth marked as another failure. Hero threw the banana back on the windowsill in frustration, thinking how it would have made a thud if the hardening charm had worked. Instead, the banana only split open. Unable to look her failure in the eye, Hero whirled around and began pacing the corridor, wand tapping at her thigh. “The fit is momentary,” Hero muttered under her breath, channeling the harsh words of Lady Macbeth that her mother so often used to vent her own frustrations. “If you much not him, you shall offend him and extend his passion.” Her voice began rising, echoing through the hall, enough to be haunting if Hero’s voice was filled with more acting passion and less unpolished aggression. Footsteps joined the noise just as Hero reached the end of the speech and she turned sharply to face the newcomer, greeting them with the final line. “Are you a man?”

Long blonde hair and decidedly feminine figure - Penny Hawkins was definitely not a man. Momentarily flustered, Hero cleared her throat. “Don’t feel the need to answer the question. I may be incapable of doing standard seventh year charms, but I do have eyes and almost as much brains as that scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz.”

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To say that curiosity overtook her mind when she saw the strange object in the middle of the Gryffindor table as she walked into the Great Hall would be a slight understatement, and for a moment, her steps faltered just slightly in her attempt to decode the situation, but she decided right away that it was too much of an oddity to let go, so instead of making her way to the end of her own house table, she approached the other, slipping into the seat and starting to say something.

She was caught off-guard, however, by the sudden flash of red coming right at her face and she quickly held her arms up to block it, wincing when it made contact and watching as it fell to her lap with a soft thud. For a moment, a flash of anger shot through her, but she quickly quelled it as she heard the girls words. 

“It sounds like a game that school children with death wishes would play. I suppose if it were going to explode in five seconds, I would quickly toss it away. Like Hot Potato.” 

[hschuyler-blog]

Looking from Winter’s raised arms to the quaffle that now sat in her lap, Hero smiled meekly, apologetically. She thought to say that at least quaffles weren’t the weight of a bludger, but she doubted that would comfort her. She just listened to Winter’s response, happy to note her words were not marked by anger. “For school children with a death wishes,” Hero repeated, a slow smile spreading across her face. “That would make a really great tagline for a poster.” Hero suddenly wished she had parchment and a quill in front of her so she could mark the words down, but she’d just have to trust in her mind to remember.

Hero’s brows furrowed at the words hot potato, unsure of what a vegetable that had to do with tossing a ball away quickly. “I’m going to have to pull the pureblood card and ask what Hot Potato is. It sounds like it has nothing to do with an actual hot potato.”

[florafraser-blog]

The Gryffindor table always had the best danishes, and Flora had every intention of stealing as many of them as she could carry. Ignoring the raised eyebrows and skeptical looks of the red and gold clad students around her, she slid easily into a seat. But before she could even blink, a quaffle was flying at her face, followed by Schuyler’s exclamation. It was instinct to throw her hands up and swipe the ball out of the air before it slammed into her face, and without missing a beat, she threw it back at Hero a little harder than she probably should have. “We’re off the pitch, Schuyler,” Flora said coolly, eyebrows raised. "No need to try and break my face over breakfast.” She grabbed a danish – what she’d come for, after all – and gave the other girl a dark glower. “Technically, if that quaffle is going to explode, you’re right at the blast center. Probably for the best,” she added with a sneer of a smile.

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero had little time to react to the quaffle whirled back at her head, throwing up her hands just in time to block the contact with her nose. The quaffle bounced off her hands and landed directly on her plate of scrambled eggs, sending chunks of mushy yellow gunk flying all across the table. A great amount of it landed into her lap. Hero pushed the mush on to the floor, earning quite a few unimpressed looks from already annoyed fellow Gryffindors, but she only shrugged apologetically and indicated with her head toward Flora, never too early in the morning to play the blame game. Turning to the Slytherin, Hero just smiled. “Well, then I shall face my death bravely and know I died in pursuit of a great adventure.” Hero removed the quaffle from her plate and pushed it off to the side, even with egg still stuck to the bottom. “And you know, this grand adventure might interest you someway, somehow. You’re obviously the type of person who would have no problem throwing a ball about to explode at someone else’s head, no remorse. Quodpot might actually be your calling. See! Even evil can have it’s day in the sun!”

[elliot-fincher-archive]

Really, this sort of thing was why Elliot rarely braved going near the Gryffindor table. If there was ever a loud bang or a stray bit of magic in the Great Hall, you rarely had to raise your head to determine where it came from. Nine times out of ten, you could count on the source to be the Gryffindor table. It was a lively, spontaneous place– exactly the sort of place where you’d be likely to have a Quaffle thrown at your head. And what was a Quaffle even doing in the Great Hall?

The answer, of course, was Hero Schuyler. Elliot had only seconds to react. The air whooshed out of his lungs in a sharp exhale and he flinched violently in reaction to having something thrown at his head, but his arms still came up to catch the Quaffle without thought, and it landed solidly in his palms. He started to set it on the table– no way was he giving it back– but stopped short at her comment. He threw it back at her, reflexively, before he’d even registered the “if” part that made it a hypothetical. His pulse hadn’t slowed down even a little bit when, with a tiny frown, he breathed, “I’d say that, er, it’s your five seconds now. I only came by to ask if you wanted to swap dragon rearing shifts today. I have an essay that needs finishing. Is, er, is there a reason you’ve thrown a Quaffle at my head? I thought we were good?” 

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero’s hands shot up to catch the Quaffle as it flew back to her, snatching the red ball out of the air and placing it on the bench beside her, patting it once before turning back to Elliot. “Of course we’re good!” Hero said before anything, not wanting to scare Elliot away by immediately by diving into all the quodpot thoughts racing through her head. The thoughts paused long enough for Hero to consider his request of switching dragon rear shifts. Though her own work had been piling up, potion essays to write and charms to practice, spending time in the sun with the dragons was too enticing an offer. “I’d be happy to swap shifts. And you know, I think it’s only a matter of time now before someone’s eyebrows get singed off.”

With the rearing shifts traded, Hero pushed the book across the table, ready to dive headfirst into her grand quodpot scheme. “So, remember how we were talking about quodpot. Well, I have the rules right here,” Hero tapped the book, “A quaffle right here, ready to be enchanted,” Hero patted the quaffle once again, “And a very great seeker right across from who would maybe want to assist in organizing Hogwarts first ever quodpot match.” Hero grinned at Elliot, bouncing on the bench in unabashed excitement. The idea of bringing him into the fold, the Gryffindor and Slytherin seekers putting away house rivalries to begin a secret underground club, had epic, story worthy qualities. All she needed was the verbal agreement.

[hschuyler-blog]

The parcel was oddly shaped and heavy enough that Claudio had looked at her with disdain after dropping it on her lap, flying away without letting Hero give him his usual gratitude pet and piece of pumpkin pasty. However, Hero knew exactly what was in the offending parcel, with its circular top and flat rectangular bottom. She tore into the packaging and extracted the red quaffle and book, throwing the brown paper on to the bench next to her. Hero placed the quaffle on the table beside her plate of eggs, staring at it for a moment before turning to the slim book: The Official Rules and Regulations of Quodpot: An American Classic. Usually the thought of reading sent a wave of fatigue through Hero, but the book seemed short and the subject matter intriguing, to say nothing of the idea it could end with a trial run.

The gears in her mind turned rapidly, but halted when another person slid into the bench opposite her. Knowing that a quaffle resting in the middle of the Gryffindor table like a dull centerpiece looked strange, Hero snatched it up and tossed it across the table “Catch!” Not even waiting to see who the person was or if their reflexes failed them, Hero said, “Now, imagine if you only had five seconds to get rid of it before it exploded!”

[im-rey]

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[the-yunhaneul]

If Han wasn’t around close friends he was often alone. He liked his own company. His Tarot cards, a cup of tea and maybe a good book suited him fine for the hours when he wanted to take a break and relax for a while. If his mind wasn’t already unfocused thanks to the latest article he probably would have taken quite a while to even notice the girl plopping down beside him, instead Han continued to shuffle his cards, sparing her a glance and a small smile but not giving much other than that in terms of a greeting. The library was meant to be quiet anyway. Talking seemed unnatural.

Her question drew his attention from the cards again, eyes darting to the Quibbler as he took in a deep breath, barely saving himself from a frown before he replied, “Things are always messy.” A fact he tried not to think about a lot. “Worrying about it is pointless.”

[hschuyler-blog]

Things were always messy. That seemed to perfectly sum up Halburn’s Wizarding Politics class - never just one side, or even two sides, to one issue, trust going out the window, the world in disarray. Yet, Hero knew Halburn would disagree with Han. Worrying was not pointless if it started a conversation. “Well, shouldn’t we worry a little bit if they’re thinking of building one of those prisons here?”

Hero’s eyes wandered a little to the cards laid out on the table. She recognized the type from her third year stint in Divination, but she hadn’t laid a hand on the cards since. Though she had barely let her question settle, Hero could not help but ask, “Tarot cards? Are you reading into your own future? Sometimes I wish I could do that, make sure everything is still bright and cheery, you know?”

[hamishlandon-blog]

“Professor Longbottom’s heart probably died with it too. He was just too polite to tell you that,” Hamish joked. “But I think I should give you another chance, Schuyler. Fancy another bouquet? I promise you they won’t be lilies this time. Something easier to take care of. Or would you fancy a cactus? They’re much easier to take care of, I promise you,” He narrowed his eyes, cheeky smile in place. “I hope we shall never be in those circumstances. I can’t continue life with a broken heart,”

Hamish blinked, slightly taken aback at the sound of such a plan. Dangerous plants and Hero were two subjects Hamish does not wish to meddle with at the same time. He wasn’t quite sure what kind of trouble will the dark-haired girl stir, especially in a greenhouse housing some of the most fragile albeit dangerous plants. “Okay, but… but you’ve got to promise me you’re not going to do anything funny. And don’t touch the plants, especially the Venomous Tentacula. Promise?” He held out his little finger expectantly.

[hschuyler-blog]

“Would a cactus even be safe with me though?” Hero asked, thinking back to all the Herbology disasters that occurred under her watch, all the times Professor Longbottom wanted to rip out his own hair and look for his replacement because of her inability to keep even a little sprout alive. It seemed plants did not want to stay alive for her, wilting being a preferable option to spending the rest of their lives on Hero’s shelf, waiting for water that she forgot to bring them. “I think it’s best for you to take care of a plant on my behalf. I’ll come visit and hope it won’t shrivel up at the sight of me.”

At the implication she’d be enacting funny business in the greenhouse, Hero pouted. It was the honest truth and Hamish was right to suspect dubious motives, but she hoped she wouldn’t be called out on it until she had already teased one of the dangerous plants. However, seeing his expectant little pinky reaching towards hers, Hero begrudging linked their fingers and shook once. “Alright, alright, but you better showing me something really cool to make up for this no touching policy.” Hero began walking faster, setting course for the greenhouses. She turned her head and motioned with her arm toward Hamish. “Well, come on then!”

[lennoxfraser-blog]

break | lennox & hero

[lennoxfraser-blog]

It was good seeing Hero again; appearances aside, Lennox was reluctantly finding himself liking time spent with her, as irritating as she could be. There was something about her that inherently seemed… fun, as hard as it was for Lennox to admit that. He didn’t think he’d ever actually particularly partake in whatever it was that Hero did on a daily basis, but spending time with her in small doses was bearable - enjoyable, even. He still wouldn’t tell her that. The way she spoke though - about wanting to make a break for it - seemed quite serious, and it pulled an unexpected laugh from Lennox at her face. “I think you mean Bonnie and Clyde,” Lennox said, his laugh tapering off when he realised she wasn’t laughing too. How bad was it in there for her? “I think if we made a break for it, running from the law, we would hit a few technical difficulties,” Lennox said, still smiling as he tramped along beside her. “Firstly, shelter. Do you know how to build a shelter or lean-to from branches and leaves? Because I sure don’t. Secondly, money. Do you have access to funds outside of family and Gringotts? Because I don’t exactly have a horde of galleons buried somewhere. Thirdly, I think you’d probably get tired of me, and just like the real Bonnie and Clyde, we’d probably end up dead - if not by food poisoning or weather exposure, then by each other’s hand.” Lennox wondered if that was the most he’d ever said out loud to Hero, ever. “Anyway, the point is, we wouldn’t make it through the night - do you have any idea what lives in those woods? Centaurs, yes. But probably other things… like vampires. Are you ready to join the living dead, Hero?”

[hschuyler-blog]

It’d be a lie to say she was fully engaged in her conversation with Lennox and the truth had to be on her face, in the way her eyes left his fave often and strayed toward the forest, the lake, anywhere that was not the straight path they were forced to walk. She desperately wanted to stay on the grounds without the knowledge that the time was fleeting. Soon enough, they’d be forced back into the hall among hundreds of sweaty bodies and she liked to think that Lennox hated the idea as much as she did. They all had to hate it. However, before she could ruminate on the states of mind of all her classmates further, a shocking sound brought her back into the conversation. Laughter, Lennox’s laughter, a sound so foreign to Hero’s ears that she immediately thought she imagined in. However, the evidence was on his face. Hero stared dazed up at him, listening as he talked about all the problems with her escape plan, but the laughter kept echoing in the back of her mind, a soundtrack to his little speech. For a moment, she didn’t even realize he had stopped talking, that there was a question waiting for her answer. “I don’t think I could cut it as a vampire. I’d try everything under the sun to get out in the damn sun. But I think the centaurs may accept me into their herd with open arms,” Hero said with an assured nod, as though to say she had thought about such a thing before. “Well, if we can’t go on the run, we can go into hiding. We’ve been in this castle for six years going on seven, so we obviously know all the best spots. They’d never find us and we can spend the night ducking through passage ways and you’ll be laughing the whole time because we just proved I, Hero Margaret Schuyler, am more than capable of making you laugh.” Hero knew she sounded smug and couldn’t care less, gaining a bit of her spirits back with this small victory on the road to her and Lennox’s definitive friendship.

[lennoxfraser-blog]

break | lennox & hero

The moment fresh air broke the Great Hall seemed to send people into a frenzy, like animals who’d been caged for years and finally seeing a patch of blue sky. Truthfully, they’d only been in the hall a could of hours now, and though Lennox was irritated and annoyed at almost everyone and everything, the promise of a walk around the grounds for a few minutes buoyed his spirits. His little group, which had been selected at random by Professor Longbottom, milled around the open doors - the chosen ones in a sea of unfortunates. Lennox could smell the cool night air, and he followed the group blindly as they headed out, the small handful of them jostling one another to get out faster. He had tunnel vision, walking toward the open doors and the setting sun that was rapidly disappearing behind the trees of the forest - Lennox wanted to break through the door and just run; keep running, maybe, until he couldn’t stand. He wasn’t claustrophobic, but being caged with so many voices and people and things was a lot, and his patience had worn thin hours ago. 

As he emerged into the open air and took a lungful, Lennox finally looked around him and noticed that in the swarm of third and fourth years who’d been selected for his group, there was one other seventh year - none other than Hero. She looked like a caged animal, all wild, manic eyes that hinted at things she was plotting inside her mind - never a good look. “Enjoying the break from the Hall, I take it?” Lennox asked, walking over to her while the group started to dawdle in a loose herd, following Professor Longbottom. Lennox fell into step beside Hero. “I don’t know if it’s made worse by the fact that we just have to turn around and go back in sooner rather than later.”

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero felt she had tasted death while trapped in the Great Hall, suffocating among all the other antsy students desperate for freedom, entertainment, anything but the hell they were contained in. She would have gladly taken a boxing match with the Whomping Willow and a hippogriff to escape, but she had to settle for a trip through the grounds. The respite would be short, the professors had assured them that much, but breathing fresh air again gave Hero a little to hope for, a taste of what the other side would be like once the aurors left and she was given free reign of the grounds again. For now, she resigned herself to walking in the small group of third and fourth years that surrounded her, lingering near the back of the pack to avoid talk with Professor Longbottom, who would take one look at her darting eyes and catch a whiff of the plan brewing in her mind.

Only, her thoughts were distracted by a voice beside her and Hero snapped her head towards the sound, prepared for an irritating conversation with a third year. Instead of looking down, she had to look up at Lennox and she smiled in spite of her situation, finding a silver lining in that Lennox had sought out her company when he could have chosen silent contemplation instead. However, at the mention of turning back, returning to that hell, saw her smile drop. Her eyes shot to the forest below the hill before she looked back at Lennox. “Let’s make a break for it, right now. Like right now,” Hero whispered, fearful her voice would reach the ears of one of the children ahead. “You and me, on the run, like Bennie and Clive...Betty and Clive? You know, outlaws, free from the law.” It should have been a joke, but the longer Hero spent dwelling on going back to the Great Hall, the more appealing a month of detentions seemed if only to free herself from a long night of staring at walls.

[the-yunhaneul]

Quibbler in front of him, Han only scanned the page briefly. It was upsetting. It was complicated. He didn’t do upsetting or complicated. No time for upsetting things, he could all too easily be brought down by everything happening in the world around him if he let it, so he simply wouldn’t. His fingers touched the edge of the paper almost hesitantly, as if even touching it defeated the purpose of trying to ignore it, and pushed it away from him slowly, retracting his hands back quickly and with a sigh. It made him feel better just having it that far away and, instead of lingering on it, turned his attention away to route for his Tarot cards and tap them gently from the pack into his hand. He hummed as he shuffled the cards in hand, rather content trying to push such news out of his head.

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero strolled into the library with her sights set on a book Professor Halburn had suggested the class read, but in the back of her mind, she was hoping the book had already been checked out by someone far more eager than she. A trip down to Hagrid’s was calling her name, but Hero wanted to try. Or, she wanted to say she tried, which felt like a success, albeit a small one. Hero walked down an aisle where she knew the book would not be, distracted by a blushing pair of Hufflepuffs looking over a textbook together. Beyond those Hufflepuffs, another caught her eye. Han was sitting alone, shuffling a deck of cards in hand. In front of him a few inches away, the Quibbler. The newest edition was the talk of the halls, though Hero only skimmed enough to know why everyone was so angry about it. Yet, it felt right somehow to approach Han, at the very least to ask a galleon for his thoughts. Walking over, Hero plopped down in the empty seat, smiling as her best reassurance that she was not here to cause trouble.

“That article sure makes things seem...messy,” Hero said, pointing at the Quibbler. “I guess you have to hope our Ministry will do it better, but you got to wonder why we even have to build a new prison at all.”

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hamish spotted a relieved face amongst the crowd- it was none other than his favourite seventh year, Hero. She was probably one of the few people who can keep up with his energy- her bring a ball of energy herself. “Why, I aim to please, milady,” Hamish placed a hand across his chest and politely bowed to match. “Hmm? Ah, well, I did have intentions to gift you a whole bouquet because you simply are that special to me, but then I remembered what happened with the last bouquet of lilies I sent your way,” He was definitely kidding, but it was always fun throwing banter back and forth with his fellow Gryffindor housemate. “You can’t keep even keep a bunch of flowers alive, Merlin knows what you’re going to do with my poor heart,” He pressed a large palm against his chest while pulling a mock disheartened expression.

“But jokes aside, what are you up to, Schuyler? Is it a plan where I can get involved with?”

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero smiled at his sweet little bow, always happy when someone chose to follow along with her games. At the suggestion of a whole bouquet, her face lit up, even if it was all made in jest. It did conjure up memories of the bouquet that wilted away in two days, record time if she did say so herself. And she did say so, though it did not impress the green thumbs of Hogwarts. “You know, Professor Longbottom applauded when he heard how quickly those flowers turned to dust. Inside he was crying, but I think he was still the tiniest bit impressed.” But at the way he pretended to look hurt by the short-lived flowers, Hero bowed her head in faux-shame, marked with a touch of sincerity. “I never want to be the reason your heart hurts, dear Hamish.”

The corridor was more sparse now, leaving Hero room to breathe and room to ponder Hamish’s question. She had been hurrying to the tower for a nap, but at the suggestion of a plan, even one not invented yet, Hero perked up, fatigue vanishing. “I had no grand plan, but that doesn’t mean we can’t go in look of trouble. How about you show me some of the most dangerous plants the greenhouse has to offer? I promise my presence won’t strike them dead. I’m not that powerful.”

[quotemadness]

The heart may freeze, or it can burn. The pain will ease and I can learn. There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as, my last.

Jonathan Larson

[hamishlandon-blog]

Hamish chuckled at the sight of sorrowful students dragging their tired legs across the hallway. It was the end of the schooling week, which would explain the common burnout, something he fortunately did not share. He was always full of energy, so he couldn’t understand their plight, even if he wanted to.

“Hello there, thought you could use a flower,” Hamish picked a random daisy from his pocket, twirled it in his finger before offering it towards the person standing right in front of him. “Have I managed to turn that frown upside down yet?”

[hschuyler-blog]

Hero rushed out of Charms as quickly as her legs could carry her, an easy feat for a girl who always sat in the back with one eye always on the door. Once she was out of the classroom and away from Professor Taronin’s watchful eye, she breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down her pace. She hoped to make it back to the dorms before her other roommates trickled in, fit a nap in before all the noise.

She did not count on Hamish stopping her in the corridor, but his smiling face was always a pleasant sight. She smiled down at the daisy twirling in his hands and happily plucked it from his hand, sniffing it once before tucking it behind her ear. “You just made my day, dear gentlemen.” Hero bowed her head and gave Hamish an exaggerated curtsy. “Now tell me, do you carry a whole bouquet in your pockets for all the girls or am I just special?”

[halfbreed-hawkins-blog]

“There are rules against what you are doing you know.” she leaned against the wall staring at the perpetrator, her shining prefect badge on her chest, though she so rarely exercised the power she had over her fellow students. Wasn’t her style. Though it was rare, she did bust student and usually for only major occurrences rather than the simply uniform detentions or misuse of basic magic in the halls. 

[hschuyler-blog]

It was a little mean, of that Hero would admit, though a bit unwillingly. She had one too many canary creams left over from her last Hogsmeade joke shop spending spree and all her friends were too bright to fall for her tricks. So, that left offering candy to the younger years that passed by. A few pocketed the treats, but no one had turned into a canary - yet. She had just finished dropping a candy in a young Hufflepuff’s hand when she heard a voice. She looked up to find Penny on the other wall, prefect badge gleaming. Hero quickly stuck the candies in the pocket of her robe, but smiled brightly at the Ravenclaw. “Ah well, good thing I have instant darkness powder to make a speedy getaway.” She did in fact have such a powder, though it was hidden at the bottom of her trunk, all the way up in Gryffindor Tower. “What do you say you look the other way on this one, Ms. Prefect? Do you take bribes in the form of glow in the dark bubblegum?”