started this back in december when i binged stranger things and i could not stop thinking about some of these scenes. i was deep into ST brainrot hell on tiktok so... had to replicate it with some of our HL cast
Somewhere, in some cursed corner of the internet, a writer whispered the dangerous idea that your first draft should be… good. And like all bad ideas, it spread. Suddenly, everyone’s trying to make their draft read like it could be printed and shelved in the bookstore tomorrow. Which is ridiculous.
Your first draft isn’t a book. It’s… well, it’s barely even a thing. It’s the ugly braindump you slap down before the real work begins. The plot doesn’t make sense yet. Half the characters sound the same. There’s a paragraph in chapter six you don’t even remember writing. And that’s totally fine.
Right now, your only job is to get the story out of your head and onto a page before it rots in there. Forget about making it pretty or “good.” You’ll get to that later. <3
You asked for promps so here ya go lol. I’d love to see Valeria in her different classes. I especially want to know what she’s good at & what she struggles with 🤣❣️
ask and I shall deliver!! 🌸 Sorry I took 15 years
Valeria excels in any class that requires magic and is more hands on, like DADA, Charms, and Transfiguration. She wields magic more on instinct than anything else so she picks it up rather quickly. It helps that she gets a lot of practice…
She probably spends the most time on potions. She does well overall (a lot of it is following directions) but has trouble understanding the ingredients and the theory behind it. She’ll often take supplementary classes with Sharp or have Garreth or Sebastian tutor her.
She’s pretty good at the other classes but she struggles with herbology and divination. She can’t grow a plant to save her life (Deek takes care of her plants). She usually partners with Sebastian since he knows what he’s doing and he doesn’t mind doing the work for both of them 🤭 Oh and divinations - she understands nothing. It makes zero sense to her and frankly, doesn’t really believe in it (ok maybe a little).
OH AND SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO MAGICAL THEORY! It’s not in her curriculum and she would be terrible at the class but she loves learning about it (mostly because her favorite professor teaches it). Valeria and Fig have their weekly yap sessions to discuss progress on the keeper trials and whatever else, and a good chunk of that is on magical theory. The other chunk is gossip time and Fig teaching her how to brew tea properly.
hehe sooo!! @theherbologygreenhouse and I have been working on a fun little writing project of our MCs meeting had they started Hogwarts as 1st years and didn’t possess Ancient Magic. It’s set in the same universe as Hogwarts Legacy so you’ll see a lot of the canon characters, but is independent from the game’s events so some of the game’s canon timelines may not line up! We had a lot of fun writing this together from our MCs’ perspectives so please check it out if you’d like!! the lovely banners belong to @cafekitsune ♡
disclaimer: I’m very much an amateur writer so my writing may not be perfect, but please send me any feedback you have! Always looking to improve hehe 🥺🫶
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Chapter 1: Herbology Mishaps
Summary: A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin crash into Herbology class late one day and are stuck taking care of venomous tentaculas after class. Does this foster an unlikely friendship or is this the origin story of mortal enemies?
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you are here 🍯 | Maven’s POV
Valeria’s Perspective:
“5 points from Hufflepuff and Slytherin for being late, ladies. And, you both will have to stay after class to tend to the plants.” Valeria groans as she pulls herself up from the floor, rubbing her arm slightly. Seems her day only keeps getting worse.
First, Grace and Anne had accidentally woken her up arguing with each other over something stupid - one had misplaced a hairbrush? Or was it over a boy? Either way, they had been too loud and it had been too early. Then, as luck would have it, Professor Sharp had asked her to stay behind after class to practice some potions with Garreth. Garreth Weasley. Her temper flares thinking about that red-headed imp. He better be counting the minutes he had left on this earth because when she sees him next, she’d strangle him to death.
Garreth was the whole reason she was late to Herbology - he had convinced her to goof off with him and try creating a new concoction. One that ended up bubbling over and scorching the table a bit, something it definitely was not supposed to do. Luckily, Sharp had been in his office at the time so the two were able to cover it up and avoid detention. By the time they finished cleaning, she only had 5 minutes to get to the greenhouse. There was no way she would get there on time.
She had accepted her tardiness but perhaps she could sneak in. Or if she played her cards right, would be forgiven. Professor Garlick has a big heart after all. But all her plans were dashed as she reached the metal doors to the herbology classroom, when some Hufflepuff brute crashed into her and sent her sprawling across the floor. In front of the entire class.
She refocuses to the class around her as the professor begins her lecture. A few students stifle their snickers while others look at them with a bit more compassion. Valeria shakes off the creeping embarrassment and dusts herself off. Rubbing her arm again, she begins heading over to her usual spot next to Sebastian. Except, someone is already there - Poppy Sweeting. She cocks her eyebrow, slightly confused at the smaller girl’s placement. Poppy usually sits with the other Hufflepuffs in the front so this is a bit odd. But then again, it does look like there aren’t any seats up front so maybe that’s it. Either way, this sours her mood ever more.
Valeria frowns and sends her friend a dirty look for not saving her a spot. Sebastian offers an apologetic smile, glancing over to Poppy and mouthing a quick “sorry.” I’ll remember this, Sallow. Valeria scoffs silently before heading further into the classroom, spotting an open seat by her housemate, Imelda.
“Have fun repotting those mandrakes after class,” Imelda snickers quietly as Valeria settles in beside her. “And try not to get tossed around by that Hufflepuff. It was sad to watch.” Valeria’s frown deepens and she crosses her arms. “Shut it,” she hisses before glaring at the girl who sent her flying just a moment ago.
Maven Godfreid. Tanned, bright eyed, and a bit taller than the other second years. She doesn’t know much about her, outside of the fact that she’s a Hufflepuff and she was probably the top herbology student from their year. They share some classes and have mutual friends but they seldom speak to one another. They didn’t really run in the same circles or share similar interests. But the rumor circulating around the mill was that Godfreid was strong and may have sent Leander Prewett running for the hospital wing earlier this week.
It hasn’t been a rumor after all. Valeria rubs her arm again irritatedly, displeased by how the pain hadn’t subsided. Imelda had been nasty with her earlier comment but she wasn’t wrong. It was embarrassing.
Valeria’s attention shifts back to Professor Garlick as she starts to pass out cotton balls in preparation for the plants. She grabs two from the basket and jams it in her ears, praying the mandrake she’s assigned isn’t too terrible. She can’t imagine how Garlick hasn’t lost her hearing after dealing with them for years. Just get through class and then you can extort Garreth. I’ll make him sneak out an entire apple crumble from the kitchen. Thinking about the sweet, warm crumble gives her a nudge of motivation.
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Class wraps up just about how one would expect. Lenora Everleigh accidentally drops her mandrake, which sends Arthur Plummy into a panic and diving under the table. This throws Ominis, who sat across them, off balance, and he crashes to the floor with a screaming mandrake on top of him. Anne and Sebastian manage to get it off of him and into the pot just in time to stop his ears from bleeding out. Imelda and Valeria wrestle with their own mandrakes on the other side of the classroom as Professor Garlick cleans up Lenora’s mess. By the end of it, everyone’s covered in dirt from head to toe and mildly traumatized.
“Class is dismissed,” the professor finally announces. “Remember, mandrakes are nothing to be scared of. Today, we learned that staying calm is key to handling these fauna effectively. Keep that in mind for next week’s lesson!” A soft sea of groans fill the room before papers rustle, books slam shut, and the students begin to file out.
Imelda gives Valeria a solemn pat on the shoulder before gathering her things, knowing her friend still has a half hour more of this nightmare. Valeria returns a somber nod before watching her friend hurry out, probably for quidditch practice. She wipes off some dirt from her cheeks and mentally prepares herself for her punishment to begin.
Footsteps shuffle towards her, stopping right beside her. “Sorry for not saving you a seat.” Valeria looks up, meeting an apologetic Sebastian. She simply shrugs and begins unraveling some dirt from her hair. “It’s fine.”
Sebastian pouts, his freckled nose scrunching up in annoyance.“In my defense, Poppy asked first and her seat was already taken. I couldn’t just say no.”
“Why not? Because you like her?” Valeria frowns, turning her attention back on her friend. “What, no!” He gasps, flustered, his ears reddening.
“Sure, Sallow,” Valeria begins, a small smirk slowly playing on her lips. “Suddenly, ‘Sweetings’ is now ‘Poppy’. What’s next, you start calling her ‘My darling little princess’?” Her smirk widens and she wiggles her eyebrows teasingly. His ears flare a deep shade of crimson. “No, of course not!” he huffs, shoving her shoulder in irritation. “Forget it, I’m not sorry anymore! Have fun getting attacked by the plants, I’m leaving!”
Sebastian runs off, huffing and puffing. “Tell Garreth he owes me apple crumble, a whole pie!” Valeria calls out behind him. “I will not!” He calls back, sticking his tongue out before disappearing past the metal doors and leaving Valeria rubbing her arm once more. Of course he had to hit her injured arm, that freckled goblin. With a heavy sigh, she finally gets up and trots over to Professor Garlick.
“Ah, Miss Davenport. There you are. Once Miss Godfreid joins us, we shall head to the secondary greenhouse together. I’ll need your help with the venomous tentacula today,” Garlick chirps in her usual sing-songy way. “Yes Professor,” Valeria nods, pausing before she continues. “I apologize for being late today. It won’t happen again, ma’am.” She wrings her hands in front of her, looking up at her teacher with her big, hazel eyes. She hopes this doesn’t put her in Garlick’s bad books. One, because she hates disappointing her professors and two - she’s not good enough at Herbology to get away with things like this.
Garlick’s expression softens almost immediately and she gently pats the girl’s head, “it’s alright, Miss Davenport. Apology accepted. I know it wasn’t your intention. Everyone has a late entrance at least once.” Valeria smiles back, happy to be forgiven. “Thank you, Professor Garlick,” she chimes, following behind her.
“Good, now come. Let’s get your little task completed,” Garlick smiles and claps her hands together. “Miss Godfreid, shall we?” She calls out, beckoning over the navy haired Hufflepuff.
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