LE Rryder

☽ Loz/Lozza ✦ Writer ✦ Composer ✦ She/Her ☾

[le-rryder]

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✦ — ✦ Read Elizabeth Quinn's Origin Story Here ✦ — ✦ or some other works about miss Lily... ✦ ——————— ✦ Elizabeth Quinn & Quidditch ✦ ——————— ✦ ✦ ———— ✦ When You See Me (Seb x Lily Quinn) ✦ ———— ✦ ✦ Want more? Find more with the #elizabeth quinn #oc:elizabeth quinn & #lily quinn ✦

CREDITS: - The artwork of Elizabeth Quinn is the work of the wonderful @jepao ! - Young Elizabeth Quinn is by the incredible @alliezarin ! - Lily in Uniform(s) AND the absolutely gorgeous piece of Elizabeth Quinn and Sebastian Sallow (Quillow), is by the legendary @izaya-art !

Go and give them a follow — you won't regret it.

A very big thank you to everyone who has drawn Elizabeth for events/gifts as well ! Please go and check out their amazing blogs ! They have amazing OC's & drawings of the HL gang too !

@asha181 @creampuffcloudsdreaming @dzukika @idrewastar @izaya-art @konstantin-mc-hl @stein0806 @lenorashore @hmhoney @theendwrites

And a special thank you to @sage-pages for inspiring me to create these banners on Canva.

[le-rryder]

✨ WIP Wednesday ✨

Thank you to @izaya-art for tagging me! I have reposted the original post on my blog and linked it here.

I would love to np tag... @amethystandemma @amus2110 @barnabyjr @creampuffcloudsdreaming @colettening @dzukika @dovewonderland @elisalsaa @hmhoney @idrewastar @jepao @karajluce @lyra-prag @lenorashore @rvchelking @soapallo @wolfwaill

For you, mah luv's, I have a little question for you... and a little snippet of writing 😌

Here is my question to you — more of a proposal, than anything.

What if our dear Elizabeth Quinn hadn't arrived at Hogwarts in 1890? What if she had started as a fifth year 1899, eight years after the death of Solomon Sallow? What if Ominis Gaunt, in an effort to save any other students from Sebastian's fate, became the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts? What if Ancient Magic was sentient? And what if....

Friday September 15th, 1899, Azkaban Prison

            “Good news Mr. Sallow,” a voice far too regal for the confines of Azkaban echoed through the dreary, damp hallway, “it seems you have friends in high places. I do hope I won’t be seeing you again.”

The door to Sebastian’s cell opened with an echoing creak.

            “Out.” The regal voice demanded.

Sebastian’s head slowly lifted, his eyes dark and hollow as he looked to the figure before him.

Despite his eight years in Azkaban, Sebastian didn’t recognise this man; though, he could tell he thought himself an important figure. An immaculate suit, gold pocket watch, a large, black cane that was most definitely not for support.

No.

This cane was used to announce his presence.

Sebastian didn’t move – didn’t speak – just stared suspiciously at the mysterious man through brown locks of hair that had grown far too long for his own comfort.

             “Right, well, you can choose to stay, or you can come out and thank your saviour.” The man was losing his patience fast. “I hear he’s not a very patient man.”

            He?

            Who... was he?

The answer would come sooner than Sebastian thought.

Footsteps – slow and measured – drew nearer.

A man who didn’t rely on items such as silly canes to announce their presence.

Victor Rookwood.

            Of course.

Sebastian’s fingernails bit into his palm.

Rookwood never rushed; he didn’t need to. His presence, predatory and confident, was more than enough to strike fear in even the bravest witches and wizards. He was tall, of course. Strong. He wasn’t a particularly large man, though he seemed to fill the space anyway.

Power clung to him like a second skin, an aura of dark magic.

With his top hat gone, you could see the man’s face more clearly. No longer shadowed, Rookwood’s eyes –cold, harsh, and unforgiving – raked over Sebastian’s form like he was calculating his worth. His hair, black with streaks of silver, was slicked back neatly from his face. There was an ease about it – he didn’t manicure it.

His coat though, that was perfectly tailored, with embroidered edges that caught what little light Azkaban offered. His posture was relaxed, like he was so sure of himself, like whatever plan he’d concocted had already worked.

            “Mr. Sallow,” Rookwood spoke. Sebastian remembered it well – his tone. Smooth and unhurried, gruff and authoritative with that alluring little lilt that tugged people in. Seductive in the worst of ways. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance at last.” He said, somewhat amused...

             “How would you like a job?”

[izaya-art]

Heyyyy, thank you for tagging me @vagrandeer ＾ω＾

I’m a little late, but I’ve spent all this time resting and watching Game of Thrones 😂

Here’s a new sketch of Ominis!I love drawing him as an adult so much

— Destroy them all, Ominis!! 😈

What are you guys working on right now? Everyone, feel free to join in! 🫶

@le-rryder

@dzukika

@myokk

@lyra-prag

@wolfwaill

@poxi3

@amus2110

@soapallo

[le-rryder]

Had to reblog this because...

DAAAAMMMNNNNNNNNN

@izaya-art, never stop. I love this.

Stand by... I shall post... something that isn't visual art because... I can't 😗

[le-rryder]

Elizabeth Quinn and the Trials of the Philosopher's Stone

All credit for this amazing idea goes to my friend @lyra-prag !! Thank you (and @creampuffreblogsandyaps) so much for tagging me in this!! Original thread can be found here!

1. Hagrid's Trial: Fluffy the Three Headed Dog 😌🎶 Oh, Fluffy boy... I feel that even without Hagrid, Elizabeth would be okay with this one. She has a lot of experience with aggressive/scared beasts considering she saves them from poacher camps so often. I feel like she'd try a few methods before music, but she would definitely pass Fluffy.

2. Professor Sprout's Trial: Devil's Snare 😬 Unlike Miss Hermione Granger, Elizabeth wouldn't be so chill straight away. She'd most likely panic a little when she can't reach her wand to cast Lumos, but she'd eventually figure out that it tightens when she struggles but slows down when she relaxes. She'd be terrified, but she'd take that bet. Pass.

3. Professor Flitwick's Trial: The Flying Keys ✅ Without a doubt, this is the easiest trial for Elizabeth. It wouldn't even feel like a challenge, she'd just be having fun like she's playing Quidditch. She's passing this easily.

4. Professor McGonagall's Trial: Wizards Chess ❌ Nope. Not even close. Elizabeth doesn't know how to play chess. She'd try but... it's a big ol' Fail.

5. Professor Snape's Trial: The Potion Riddle 🤔 Oooh boy... here we go. Believe it or not... this one is tricky!

On one hand, Elizabeth is incredibly intelligent... but not in the "one answer" puzzle way. She's smart in the finding multiple answers/creative kind of way. She relies on intuition so this one would send her into a bit of a panic spiral for a while because she knows she's not the best at single-answer puzzles... HOWEVER... I also feel like she'd try to trick the system by:

Sniffing each potion

Swirling them to see what they look like when they move

Testing it on a nearby leaf, or something that isn't her.

If that all fails (because Snape ain't stupid), she'd give the puzzle a go and I actually think she could do it... but she might be there for a while.

6. Professor Dumbledore's Trial: The Mirror of Erised 👏 Without a doubt, She would pass this one. Miss girl does not want eternal life. She ain't using that thing. She'd only want it so someone worse couldn't have it, therefore, pass.

Thank you so much for reading!!

Here are some NP tags... I struggled to find people who weren't already tagged and even then I think some were... but WHOEVER wants to participate, please join in! I'd love to know how your OC's would handle these trials!! @deepdonutkid @dzukika @izaya-art @rvchelking @koheiri-neko @hmhoney @jepao

[lyra-prag]

OC Question time

If your OC was to go through the trials on the way to the Philosopher's Stone, would they master all? If not, which one would be the one they'd fail at?

And if they reached it, would they be able to get it out of the Mirror of Erised?

Lyra could manage most of them just fine, but would definitely not win the chess game. She knows the basic rules, but she wouldn't stand a chance against McGonagall's figures.

If she made it, she could get the stone, because she'd never want to use it.

Anya wouldn't make it. She'd have trouble with the troll, because while she is a capable duelist, life or death fights are really not her thing.

If she could get through, she'd get the stone out as well.

Leo would get through to the stone without problems. He stays cool under pressure, he knows how to play chess, is a talented flyer and a good duellist, would easily figure out which potion he has to take ...

But he'd never get the stone, because for one fleeting moment, he'd wonder what it would be like to be immortal.

Now, tell me about your characters 🤗

@4t33n4g3d1rtb4gbby @87percentcreativity @amethystandemma @amus2110 @barnabyjr @creampuffcloudsdreaming @dovewonderland @elisalsaa @eggzpelliarmus @idrewastar @cgway17 @kurodoroppu @light-of-the-room @mostboringcrossover @pikadrawsthings @honeybadgerdontcare394 @sadlynotanashryver @shanethehufflepuff @violetmcdowelliscool @vagrandeer @karajluce @lynnsartsworld @cherryray-hl @mayui-ao @weebiecreep @wolfwaill @myokk @sage-pages @alliezarin @sallowsoul @ravenothere @syrooo @mooncalfwaltz @le-rryder

[le-rryder]

TEEHEE!!! Thank you so much for tagging me @lyra-prag and @creampuffreblogsandyaps for tagging me!!

Answers coming soon mah luv's <333

[creampuffcloudsdreaming]

Buzzing Bee🐝🗣️💕

Bee normally isn’t the super chatty type, but when her hyperfixation-yap-mode is on, you better believe Seb is hanging onto her every word 🤭

My classes start up again tomorrow 😭😭😭 so I wanted to post something again today. Been gone for a while and got some writing done, but I’m gonna try and return to drawing as well <3

[dzukika]

[le-rryder]

The way this warms my heart 😭🌷💕

I needed this todaaaaaaay!!! Thank you @dzukika 🥹

[barnabyjr]

hogwarts legacy shiptember 2026

two weeks of pure shipping nonsense

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howdy, friends! i'm so excited to reveal a project that has been in the works since march. i'd been floating the idea around to a few people, but the time has come for me to actually make it real. as most of you know, i love to play barbies with my ocs & their friends--there's nothing like realizing two characters are perfect, or toxic, for each other to really get the creative juices flowing. we have no shortage of oc ships, and i'm always excited to make more.

since i've been a part of this lovely fandom--for like, what, almost a year now?--i've gotten to befriend so many of you kind folks and get to know your ocs. so, it makes sense to take all of that love and shove it into a big event that celebrates the role shipping plays in our hogleg community. hence: shiptember. not the most original idea, i'm sure, but just a silly thing to bring everyone together.

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guidelines

-ai content should not be used for the prompts in this event, and i can't/won't endorse anything that includes it. you're all such creative people, and i'm excited to see how you put your own personal spin on each day--without going to chatgpt.

-since shipping is a two-way street, please only include ships where you've gotten explicit permission from a creator to use their character(s). i've made forms you can fill out to offer your oc(s) to be used in ships, as there shouldn't be any pressure for someone to join in on the event. if someone hasn't filled out one of those forms, please reach out to them before using their character(s). if you'd like to offer your oc, but not create any content, that's fine! this is all about supporting community members.

-with both romantic and platonic shipping encouraged, this opens up the door for nsfw content (which is absolutely allowed/supported). i'm kindly asking those who create explicit work for this event to properly tag it as so, and for minors to refrain from interacting with and/or creating nsfw content themselves. please make sure you communicate with a creator before including their oc in explicit content, and only include adult characters in adult works. unless stated otherwise, i'll be assuming each oc/character is 18 or older for this event.

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general info

-you doesn't have to be limited to oc x oc ships, or even pairings with only two characters. all sorts of relationships can be used for the prompts, whether it's crackships, polyships, or friendships. npcs can be included, but i mostly want to encourage interactions with different ocs.

-prompts are there to help, not dictate what you contribute. each day is themed with different tropes, but feel free to interpret them as you wish. each take on 'hurt/comfort' or 'meet cute' will be unique, especially depending on the ships used. you don't have to do something for each day, and it's absolutely okay to only contribute a few prompts or just reblog your friends' work.

-creativity is encouraged! screenshots, drawings, playlists, posters, drabbles... there's so much you can do with the themes. if you just want to answer the prompt questions in a text post, great! if you're inspired to make something, also great! this event is open to everyone, even if you don't think you're an artist or writer.

-i'm going to be reblogging pretty much everything i see onto my secondary blog (@aurorasasps) with the tag #hlshiptember26. please use this tag on your work (or reblogs) so that it can be seen and shared.

-any questions/comments/concerns/whatever can be sent to my ask box or dms, i'm happy to help out in any way i can. since i'm not dictating who is paired with who, i'm relying on y'all to be respectful when interacting with each other (and when using other ocs). this is such a welcoming community--shiptember is meant to connect us with each other and support the work that goes into creating characters (...and shoving them together into ships lol)

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character inclusion forms

(highly recommended, but not necessary. room for a picture of your oc and some info)

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shoutout to my friend @ravenothere for helping with the designs (and coming up w/ the idea of hogwarts house themed oc forms... genuis). your color expertise was genuinely needed & appreciated

also, shoutout to the wonderful @sage-pages for creating the valentines event back in february that inspired me to attempt my own sort of challenge. i absolutely devoured #hlspreadthelove, and it was a wonderful way to get to know other creators

[le-rryder]

YEEEESSSSS!!!! Absolutely pleeeeaaase

[le-rryder]

Until Next Time, Mr. Glasspetal

An Edward Glasspetal x Elizabeth Quinn One-Shot

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Edward would not involve himself in such complexities… no matter how alluring they may be."

CREDITS: The charming Edward Glasspetal (OC) belongs to the wonderful @amethystandemma, thank you so much for trusting me with your baby 🥹 It was so, so much fun! Thank you also to @lyra-prag for beta-reading with @amethystandemma !!

WORDS: 2,680

TAGS: first meeting, fluff, cute, unintentional flirting, astronomy, stargazing, gentle romance, found connection, comfort, homesickness, bonding, mutual curiosity, hogwarts, hogwarts legacy.

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Wednesday, November 14th, 1892, Astronomy Classroom, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She was a curious creature, Elizabeth Quinn. Headstrong and brave of course, the very definition of a Gryffindor… but there was a naivety – a recklessness – that betrayed her seemingly good intentions.

Edward Glasspetal had known for quite some time that Elizabeth had become hopelessly entwined in the web of tragedy that was the Sallow family. He saw how she desperately tried to maintain her usual brightness whenever Sebastian would approach, always asking more of the poor, exhausted girl, and how she would always – always – choose to help him, no matter how much he didn’t deserve it.

Today seemed no different.

His brow furrowed.

         “Is something the matter, Edward?” 

Amit’s voice pulled Edward from his thoughts, back to the soft glow of the Astronomy classroom.

         “You seem troubled,” Amit lowered his book, shifting in his seat, “I am certain it is not the homework. You have been months ahead for… months.”

Edward was silent for a moment.

         “Have you ever spoken to her? Miss Quinn, I mean.” Edward asked.

Clearly, Amit hadn’t been expecting that question.

         “Oh!” Amit’s eyes widened. “Yes, yes, of course! Lily is quite kind – very eager to help others, even more so to learn from them!”

         Lily… Edward thought. A peculiar nickname for an ‘Elizabeth’.

          “I helped her in her first year,” Amit continued, “she was most grateful. She often sends me artefacts from her latest adventures! Those that I would like, of course. The others… well I’m not quite sure what she does with those.”

         “Is that where you got that astronomer’s diary?” Edward’s eyes widened.

         “Indeed! She said she found it in an abandoned cottage on the Clagmar Coast.” Amit said eagerly, pulling the diary from his satchel.

Edward’s eyes moved again to the copper-haired girl sitting across from him. “What in Merlin’s name was she doing on the Clagmar Coast? Is it not dangerous there?”

         “Not as dangerous as it once was,” Amit nodded, “after her and Natty decimated Rookwood and Harlow’s poaching ring, I hear it's been much more peaceful – not to mention that Ranrok’s mines are completely empty, thanks to her and Professor Fig.”

         “Ever the heroine, I see.” Edward lowered his head once more.

         “Why do you ask, Edward?”

Edward’s hands tightened around his book. It was a question he was wholly unprepared to answer.

         “Given her good nature,” Edward hesitated, “do you not think it worrying how often Mr. Sallow seeks her…  assistance? He is perfectly capable and intelligent, no?”

Amit’s mouth fluttered – open and closed, open and closed.

         “I-” Amit’s eyes narrowed as he too gaze shifted to Elizabeth and Sebastian. His voice lowered. “I suppose I had not given it much thought.”

Even Amit could see it: the smile that never seemed to reach her eyes, the reluctant nod as she agreed to one of Sebastian’s plans yet again.

If the rumors were to be believed, Sebastian Sallow’s “expeditions” were not safe by any means. His affinity for the Dark Arts was hardly a secret, and since his sister's disappearance, his behaviour had become increasingly unpredictable.

Some claimed Elizabeth’s involvement with Sebastian was little more than transactional. Edward doubted it.

No.

It had to be more than that.

Perhaps she too was curious about the dark arts as other classmates had theorised? But that seemed far from the girl Amit had described. 

She had defeated notorious dark wizards, dismantled poaching rings and asked for nothing in return. If it weren’t for the whispers of gossiping students, he wouldn’t have known of her… accomplishments. Though he was hardly surprised. She was a formidable opponent – an extremely talented duellist who seemed far more creative and intuitive than violent and aggressive.

That left only one explanation.

She genuinely cared for the boy.

For what reasons, Edward could not comprehend, especially considering how easily Sebastian stood as class was dismissed, even as Elizabeth was still talking.

Her disappointment was palpable.

But alas, while perplexing, Miss Quinn’s life was entirely her own; a conflicted, whirlwind affair no-doubt, but her own.

Edward would not involve himself in such complexities… no matter how alluring they may be.

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Friday, November 16th, 1892, Astronomy Tower, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The week had been long and… loud for Mr. Glasspetal.

When his classmates had all agreed to increase their volume tenfold, he wasn’t sure, but he was displeased with the increased distractions.

It was why, in part, that he found himself here, staring up at the stars from the Astronomy Tower.

The wind was punishing, biting at his skin like devilish Cornish Pixies, but it didn’t matter. 

The sky gave him too much comfort to care.

The silence – save for the occasional gust of winter wind – enveloped him, letting his mind settle for the first time in far too long. 

That was until he heard the clicking of boots echoing from the stairwell. The footsteps were rushed, growing ever closer to Edward.

         So much for peace, he thought.

His hands tightened around the railing as the intruder ascended the final steps.

         “Oh,”

Edward turned at the sound of a girl’s voice.

Miss Quinn.

         “I’m sorry,” Elizabeth panted, clearly exhausted from her run up the stairs, “I didn’t realise anyone else would be up here. I thought I’d beat everyone from dinner.”

Elizabeth smiled despite herself, running her hands through her coily copper curls as she tried to regain some semblance of decorum.

With a deep sigh, she wandered further onto the observation deck, relishing in the fresh air swirling around them. She stopped at the telescope beside Edward’s.

         “I don’t believe we’ve met before,” her head tilted before she took a small step forward, outstretching her hand, “I’m Elizabeth Quinn.”

Edward stared at her hand for a moment before gently taking it in his own. 

He didn’t shake it as she had so clearly expected.

Edward could not imagine something so clandestine.

Instead, with her hand resting in his, he bowed his head.

         “Edward Glasspetal,” his gaze returned to hers, standing to his full height, “a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Miss Quinn.”

Whatever the cause, Elizabeth had grown unusually quiet. Perhaps it was his gesture. Perhaps even his stature.

         “I- um,” Elizabeth shook her head, swallowing thickly, “the pleasure is all mine!” She blurted, letting her hand slip from Edward’s.

A sharp, breathy laugh escaped the girl before she turned to look upon the horizon, then back at Edward, then back again… and again.

         “So,” she grinned, lowering her voice to match his, “what brings you here instead of the Great Hall on a night such as this, Mr. Glasspetal.”

The way she drawled his name – playful and almost teasing – made him blink.

Once.

Twice.

The faintest of smiles tugged at Edward’s lips.

He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to tell Miss Quinn – a girl with whom he’d exchanged scarcely more than a greeting – his honest reason for being here, but her presence inspired candour.

         “I suppose it is for comfort, Miss Quinn.” Edward turned his head to the stars above. “The stars here are the very same as they are at home. Whenever I am feeling particularly homesick I find myself drawn to the endless expanse of the sky. Despite its vastness, I feel much closer to home.”

Edward turned back to Elizabeth.

He hadn’t intended to pause, but when he met her gaze again, his words lingered unspoken on his tongue. 

The way she regarded him with genuine curiosity – unguarded, soft, and sincere – was a far cry from the excitable young lady he’d observed from afar.

         “Forgive me if I am wrong,” he continued, “but it is a sentiment you would understand, yes?” 

         “More than you may think,” Elizabeth’s cheerful expression returned, “though I cannot say I thought of something nearly as poetic as this.”

The pair shifted to look at the stars once more.

         “And what is it you do when you are feeling homesick, Miss Quinn? If you do not mind me asking?”

Elizabeth chuckled at that. 

Was it too bold of a question? He pondered. Perhaps she found it amusing to be called Miss Quinn?

         “I do not mind at all,” she leaned over the railing, savouring the crisp evening air, “it is a well-known fact among friends that I bake whenever I am feeling homesick or stressed.” A laugh – unrestrained and bright – escaped her then. “I have half the mind to believe that they look forward to my peril. It means there will be baked goods waiting for them the next morning. I swear to Merlin, I caught Weasley salivating the last time I said I missed my parents.”

Edward smiled. He wasn’t particularly close to Garreth Weasley, but from what he did know of his character, he believed her.

         “I do hope that is not entirely true, Miss Quinn,” his features softened, “I for one would not wish any sort of peril onto my friends.”

“Hmm, but you haven’t tried my father’s recipes yet,” Elizabeth hummed amusedly, “they might change your mind.”

         Yet.

         “Ah, I see,” Edward nodded, “your father is a talented baker then? Is that why baking brings you comfort?”

         “Correct,” Elizabeth nodded back, “he is the head baker at the bakery in Castle Combe. We used to bake together every Sunday morning.”

Edward’s eyes widened just so. Castle Combe… The name lingered in his mind.

Unfamiliar.

         “My mother and I have our tradition too,” Elizabeth added, turning her back to the stairs and leaning against the railing, “she used to braid my hair every morning after she’d finished hers. I thought I would continue doing so.”

Edward watched as stubborn ringlets escaped the thick braids, dancing in the wind.

         “But I am quite fond of your tradition, Mr. Glasspetal,” Elizabeth stretched her back over the railing to look at the stars once more, “it is rather beautiful.”

         “Do not discredit your traditions, Miss Quinn,” Edward’s focus returned to the sky, “they are lovely.”

Another soft chuckle escaped the girl beside him, but no more words were exchanged between the pair. A comfortable, peaceful silence fell upon them as they simply watched and appreciated the grandeur above them.

It was strange, he thought, for a girl that never seemed to stop moving to stand so still, so quiet.

A long moment passed.

And then another.

         “Perhaps you could teach me about them one day, Mr. Glasspetal,” Elizabeth broke their silence softly, “the stars, I mean. Amit did try his best to teach me about the constellations in fifth year but… I found my mind rather preoccupied with other matters.” She laughed at herself.

Edward, however, did not feel particularly amused at the reminder of Miss Quinn’s “extra-curricular” activities; the ones that seemed ever-intwined with danger.

His brow creased.

He’d promised himself to not get involved, to keep his distance from the chaos that seemed to follow Miss Quinn like a plague… but he could never refuse the opportunity to share his knowledge – his love – of astronomy.

It couldn’t possibly hurt.

         “It would be my pleasure, Miss Quinn.” He turned to her once more. “I look forward to it.”

         “As do I.”

A smile – one he had not yet seen – brightened her eyes.

It made him pause. Not just because of her smile, no, but because he wondered how long it had been since she’d smiled like that. He certainly hadn’t seen it in class; albeit that was the only time he saw Miss Quinn, until now, of course.

         “I must warn you though,” her voice pulled his attention once more, though it was yet another shift in her expression that garnered his interest.

A faint blush crept across her cheeks as her smile turned sheepish.

         “Warn me of what, Miss Quinn?” He regarded her with quiet concern.

She looked down at the floor, then back up at him, then to the telescope beside them.

         “I know embarrassingly little.” She nodded slowly.

         “Somehow I doubt that.”

         “Oh?”

         “Forgive me if I am wrong, but I have heard that you are quite the explorer, Miss Quinn.” Edward moved to adjust the telescope beside him. “Do you mean to tell me that in all your travels, the stars have somehow escaped you?”

         “I suppose they have.” Elizabeth laughed at herself, her gaze downcast as she kicked gently at the stone tiles.

         “That is surprising,” Edward’s head tilted, “especially considering the stars do not tend to move.”

Elizabeth’s head snapped up.

She blinked.

         “Was that… a joke?” She asked as a wry smile slowly formed on her face.

Edward’s hands stilled on the telescope.

         “I-” he paused, “I suppose it may have been.”

Another burst of laughter escaped the girl, unrestrained and unbelievably warm.

It was far more… pleasant than he’d anticipated, more infectious too.

He found he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Her laughter echoed through the empty tower, dissolving wistfully into the icy air.

         “I suppose I earned that subtle remark, too,” she admitted with a smirk, “given my negligence.”

Edward’s eyes widened.

         “Oh, I most certainly did not mean–”

         “I only jest, Mr. Glasspetal,” she laughed softly – reassuringly, “it was funny.”

“I cannot say I was making a conscious attempt at humour.” Edward finally exhaled, relieved.

“I didn’t think you were.”

Edward’s lips curled into a thoughtful frown.

         “Shall I take that as a compliment or something else, Miss Quinn?”

Elizabeth smiled again. Not bashful or playful this time, just… warm.

         “A compliment, Mr. Glasspetal.” Her voice softened.

They stood for a moment, neither one of them needing to say a word.

With a small shake of her head, Elizabeth took a deep breath, readying herself to speak when great chimes bellowed through the night air.

         Curfew.

The way Elizabeth’s shoulders sank did not go unnoticed.

          “We ought to make our way back.” Edward stepped away from the telescope.

         “O-oh! Yes, of course.” Elizabeth tucked her rebellious ringlets behind her ears again.

They returned almost immediately… but she didn’t move.

He didn’t move.

         Why aren’t we moving?

Edward glanced at the stairs behind them.

         “Professor Shah will be most displeased if she were to find me – us – here after curfew.” His gaze returned to Elizabeth.

A sharp laugh escaped her.

         “In my experience, she is far more pleasant than Professor Weasley after hours… though I do believe she expects to find me out of bed long after the bells.”

         “That is not something I would consider announcing, Miss Quinn.”

         “No,” Elizabeth bit her lip, averting her gaze to the floor again – embarrassed,  “no, I suppose it isn’t.”

With a heavy, dramatic sigh, Elizabeth swayed from railing before leaning slightly to look around Edward at the staircase.

She took her first step, then slowly – reluctantly – another. 

Her gait was unhurried, lilting as though she was following a melody only she could hear.

She was incapable, it seemed, of walking in a straight line; of taking the most direct route.

Just as her hand was about to fall upon the railing–

         “Oh!” she spun abruptly, raising one eyebrow in anticipation. “About that lesson…?”

Edward’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

         “You promised.” Elizabeth grinned.

         Ah, that’s what she meant.

         “You needn’t worry, Miss Quinn,” Edward smiled politely, his voice calm as he bowed his head just so, “I have every intention of honouring my promise.”

         “Good.”

Edward noticed her right hand toying with the banister while the other was tucked behind her, her fingers twirling in her hair.

         “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance this evening, Miss Quinn.” Edward bowed.

Elizabeth returned the gesture, curtseying gently.

         “Until next time…” 

She rose, that playful grin returning to her face as she took her first step.

         “... Mr. Glasspetal.”

Edward watched her disappear; listened as the hurried clicking of her boots faded into silence.

He turned back to the stars.

         Curious indeed…

The sound of the bells rang through the air once more; the final curfew warning.

He glanced at the telescope before turning to the stairs.

His steps were slow, measured – contemplative – as he made his way to Ravenclaw tower.

But his mind echoed one sentence.

         Until next time…

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Thank you so much for all your love and excitement surrounding Elizabeth's ('Lily's') theme! It's been such a labor of love so far 🫶 I have the updated version for you my loves 🌷😗 I do hope you enjoy!

And yes I've added Piccy's of miss Lily because why not 😌 Also... below the cut is a fun music fact for anyone interested 🫶

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FUN MUSIC FACT!

Elizabeth's melody is written in Lydian Mode! What is Lydian mode, you ask?

Think of the Major Scale (Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do). Each note in a scale has a number assigned to it: Do is 1, Re is 2, and so on! Now what would happen if we raised (or 'sharpened' in musical terms) the 4th note? This alteration of the Major Scale is called Lydian Mode!

So instead of: C, D, E, F, G, A, B (C Major Scale)

It would become... C, D, E, F#, G, A, B (C Lydian Scale)

There are many different alterations (modes) to the basic Major and Minor scales in music! But Lydian is my personal favourite because it sounds whimsical and airy!

And that's your fun music fact!

[le-rryder]

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Only one of you knows what I'm talking about TEEHEE!!

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When you See Me

Chapter 12 | What Remains

As if the events of her fifth year hadn't scarred her enough, Elizabeth Quinn's parents had now vanished without a trace.

Forced to lie in wait for her own safety, Elizabeth obsesses over their disappearance—no matter how hard her friends may try to pull her back.

To make matters worse, new feelings emerge as Sebastian Sallow and Garreth Weasley return to Hogwarts, leaving Elizabeth in a most precarious position.

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Credits: To my friend, @dovewonderland, thank you so, so much for beta reading! This is the... 32987529015th time you've saved my a*s

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Saturday September 12th, 1891.

                  “Are you certain you don’t want to come with us, Sebastian?” Ominis fastened the button on the cuff of his sleeve. “It’s unlike you to turn down an investigation like this.”

Ominis hadn’t stopped talking about it; Sebastian’s decision to stay behind with Elizabeth this weekend.

                  “I’m certain.” Sebastian affirmed, sitting at the edge of his bed. “Besides, you’re leaving before sunrise—I wish to go back to sleep.”

                  “Do not lie.” Ominis grumbled, heading for the door. “You will be in the restricted section before Anne and I have even set foot outside the castle.”

Sebastian scoffed, grinning smugly.  “You seem so sure—”

                  “I know you, Sebastian.”

                  “Sure.” Sebastian huffed, rolling back onto his bed as he teased Ominis: “Enjoy your day galavanting about with my sister.”

Sebastian didn’t expect the soft smile that tugged at Ominis’ lips.

What in Merlin’s name…

                  “You make it sound like punishment.” Ominis recovered quickly, straightening his coat. “I’ll have you know I rather enjoy spending time with Anne. She is far more tolerable than you will ever be.”

                  “Rude.” Sebastian rolled his eyes.

                  “Just—” Ominis sighed, turning back to Sebastian, “make sure Elizabeth stays out of trouble today, will you? She will obsess over this all day if she is left alone.”

                  “I know, I know. I am her friend too, Ominis.”

                  “Yes, well—ever since your apology she seems to be in higher spirits. Whatever you’re doing to distract her, it seems to be working.” The door creaked faintly under Ominis’ hand, making their roommates stir.

The grumbling and groaning would at least account for Sebastian’s silence.

He couldn’t tell Ominis why Elizabeth had been in higher spirits; why she had a seemingly inexplicable resurgence of hope.

                  “Anne and I hope to return before nightfall, we will meet you in the room of requirement.” Ominis whispered, trying not to anger their roommates any more than he already had.

                  “We’ll be there.”

They wouldn’t.

The door clicked shut, the sound of Ominis’ footsteps fading down the hall shadowed only by the disgruntled groans and snores of sleepy Slytherin’s.

Sebastian waited as long as he possibly could, his leg bouncing in anticipation. This is the day they’d been waiting for; the perfect opportunity to escape and investigate.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

He leapt out of bed, grabbing his clothes and heading for the showers.

He ran his hands down his face as the warm water embraced him.

His and Elizabeth’s plan was simple—easy. Far easier than most of the adventures they’d been on in fifth year, but somehow, he couldn’t escape this sense of unease, the fear that gripped his heart and refused to let go, the burning feeling in his hands—

Enough.

They were going to be alright. They’d planned every minute of this since Thursday. He was sure of it.

Yet the guilt kept creeping in.

Should he be doing this? Everyone else is trying to protect her? Were they right? He’d put her through enough already…

SLAM!

Sebastian’s hand cracked against the tiles.

He hated this; second-guessing himself. He was making the right decision. He knew that. Elizabeth assured him of it.

She needed this.

He needed this.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t missed their adventures, missed her. This was a way to repay her, too. In some sense. Well, a start at least.

Besides, Elizabeth was more than thorough in her planning. They had the perfect disguises.

It was better than his ideas had been, at least, but while brilliant, he despised their disguises. He’d never been one for wearing any sort of headwear but—as Elizabeth said—they needed to stay hidden. Castle Combe was a small village. Everyone knew everyone, and Sebastian was an outsider. Should anyone see his face? They’d pounce on him like a pack of starving wolves. And if they saw Elizabeth? He didn’t want to think of the consequences.

The tap squeaked under Sebastian’s fingers as he twisted it.

Never before had he been so rough while dressing himself—so tense.

Sebastian rounded every corner with caution, skulking through the halls of Hogwarts, ensuring he wouldn’t be seen as he made his way to the Room of Requirement.

He spotted Elizabeth standing against the wall by the entrance—pocket watch in hand, near unrecognisable.

                  “How the hell did you do that?” Sebastian whispered, standing beside her with a grin.

                  “Do what?” she whispered back.

                  “Get all of your hair under that thing?” he gestured to her hat.

                  “Very, very, tight braids.” She pulled it back to reveal three chunky braids atop her head—tight.

                  “Those look—”

                  “Painful?” She finished his sentence for him. “Honestly, what hurts most is my arms.” She winced, rolling her shoulders. “It took nearly an hour to get it this flat.”

                  “You couldn’t have just… cut it a little?” Sebastian suggested innocently.

Clearly, it had been a most unwelcome recommendation.

Sebastian had never seen her glare at him like that.

                  “Alright, alright—I get it. No cutting it.” He raised his hands in defence.

                  “I only let my mother cut it. Even then, I don’t like it.” Elizabeth said, fiddling with the edges of her waistcoat.

She looked like him; white cotton shirt, brown overshirt, a loose brown waistcoat, and black cotton trousers.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have taken her for a boy.

Perfect.

                  “You know what, this really suits you.” Sebastian teased—snickering.

Elizabeth gave him a small shove on the arm. “Oh, shut up.”

A small snort escaped him—an embarrassing sound that made him clear his throat and ask:

                  “Do you think Deek will be in the vivariums by now?”

                  “Almost,” Elizabeth started, looking back down at her pocket watch. “He’ll be in there in two minutes. He always goes to the coastal vivarium at 6:30 sharp.”

Sebastian’s laughing ceased when he saw Elizabeth take that deep breath, sighing to herself. Her leg bounced restlessly.

                  “Are you alright?” Sebastian asked, his eyes fixed on her leg.

                  “Hm? Oh, yes of course.” She placed her hand on her knee, stopping it. “I just— it feels wrong. Going there knowing they’re not there.”

                  “So, let’s bring them back.” Sebastian said plainly.

He saw it then—the way she tried to smile. She didn’t respond with words: only slow nods.

Not another word passed between them as the hands ticked.

6:30am.

Deek would be in the vivariums—distracted.

                  “Let’s go.” Elizabeth stood, her hand reaching for the door.

She didn't open it with the same bright intensity she normally had though. 

It irked Sebastian.

The room was quiet—still. Nothing but the sound of an enchanted broom against floorboards. No pitter-patter of tiny footsteps.

Good.

                  “Oo! What are you up to now?”

Sebastian and Elizabeth aggressively shushed Ignatia Wildsmith’s stony face.

Must that plaque always be so noisy?

Elizabeth groaned, whispering their destination.

A bright flash of green stung Sebastian’s eyes as Elizabeth disappeared.

His turn.

With a heavy sigh he whispered: “Diagon Alley.”

・☽・✧・☾・

Heavy sighs of relief escaped the pair as they slumped onto the seats below, dust rising as they sank.

                  “Merlin’s beard—” Sebastian breathed, resting his head against the wood-panelled wall behind him. “Is London always like this?”

                  “In my experience?” Elizabeth tilted her head. “Yes. It is.”

Sebastian let out a quiet huff, removing his cap to run a hand through his hair. He wished to forget their journey here, to Chippenham station:

Crowds that didn’t part.

Voices that never seemed to lower.

The constant shove of impatient shoulders.

The smog. Merlin only knew how people survived in such conditions.

And the eyes—Gods—the eyes.

There were too many of them. Every corner, every street, every damn step—another pair of eyes.

Sebastian had never seen Elizabeth so nervous, so quiet. He’d never seen her head so low, though, he knew it was for the better.

Even as they boarded the cart to the station, she’d barely looked up, fingers curling into the fabric of her sleeves as they bobbed over uneven roads.

Even now, she barely glanced toward the window before her attention dropped again, quick and deliberate.

                  “It’s not so busy in Chippenham,” Elizabeth pulled him from his thoughts, “or Castle Combe. Though, that brings with it another set of trials.”

                  “You mean nosy old ladies who would recognise that red hair in an instant?” Sebastian smirked.

Elizabeth shot him a warning glare: “Yes. Exactly that.”

                  “Well, I’m sure no one will give us a second glance dressed like this. You look like a stable boy.” He snorted quickly—trying (and failing) to hold-back his own laughter.

And then a small, breathy laugh.

He could see it in her eyes, the way Elizabeth tried to stifle it, but it escaped anyway.

                  “I most certainly hope so. The bored mothers and grandmothers of Castle Combe are often relentless.” She smiled softly.

                  “Perhaps they are only relentless around young girls known for breaking their sons' noses.” Sebastian turned away, unable to hide that cheeky grin.

Elizabeth scoffed, shaking her head. “I never should have told you that. You know I didn’t intend to—”

                  “Magic doesn’t just happen. There had to be some intention behind it.”

                  “Alright, alright.” She laughed, finally relaxing, uncrossing her arms as the train's whistle bellowed through Paddington station.

Thick, white clouds of steam engulfed the train as it jolted forward, as did silence around Elizabeth and Sebastian.

He didn’t want to notice it, how close they were, how their knees were mere inches apart, how she sighed when the train started to move faster and faster like she dreaded it all.

He needed to talk about something—anything! Or else—Merlin forbid—they’d suffer the entire two-hour journey in complete silence.

                  “So… Garreth’s party,”

Oh, for the love of Merlin—he scorned himself immediately for his decision.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened, her head jolting upward. “W-we don’t need to discuss—”

Sebastian couldn’t help but press a little harder given that reaction. “I don’t think it’s entirely wrong of me to ask—”

                  “It is.”

                  “Why do you wish to avoid the conversation?”

                  “It is simply not the time.” Elizabeth’s fingers gripped the edge of her seat a little tighter.

                  “I think now is the perfect time.” He gestured to the space around them.

                  “You are mistaken.”

                  “I don’t think I am.” Sebastian tilted his head to the side, eyes thinning in suspicion.

No response.

                  “Weasley planned that entire night just to kiss you, Lily.” Sebastian fiddled with a muggle coin, twirling it between his fingers. “Rather romantic, is it not?”

                  “He planned the game to kiss me, not the entire party.”

Sebastian noticed the way she refused to meet his gaze, the way her cheeks turned red. “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

Elizabeth’s head snapped to him again, eyes hardening. “Sebastian—”

                  “Did you like it?”

Silence.

Elizabeth’s eye twitched with a cold intensity then.

                  “Did you like kissing Katherine?”

Sebastian’s entire demeanour shifted—every ounce of feigned indifference melted away like snow under fire.

And oh, was Elizabeth’s gaze burning.

                  “That wasn’t the question.” Sebastian said flatly.

                  “It certainly looked like you did.”

                  “I was drunk.”

                  “Barely.” Elizabeth scoffed.

Ouch.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, their chests heaving a little too fast.

                  “You’re right, perhaps now is not the time.” Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest, looking out the window, watching as the smog slowly faded as they neared the countryside.

A long moment passed between them, both refusing to pull their eyes from the window.

                  “I’m sorry.” Sebastian cleared his throat.

                  “Me too.” Elizabeth sighed softly, finally pulling her gaze away from the glass to look at him.

The entire world seemed to stop—as did his breathing.

                  “H-he asked me about it a few days ago,” Elizabeth shook her head; her throat looked tight. “just before you came to apologise, actually.”

                  “And?”

Too quick.

                  “I said it wasn’t the time—well, he knew it wasn’t the time. I just… confirmed it, more or less.” She turned back to the window, gazing upon the sodden soil and green pastures. “He didn’t want to ‘burden me with such matters’, I suppose.”

Sebastian didn’t respond, but his fists clenched.

                  “Has Katherine been—”

                  “Yes.” He said bluntly. “She has.”

Elizabeth turned back slowly, “Not the time?”

                  “No,” he shook his head. “Not the time.”

A moment of silence stretched before that familiar grin tugged at Elizabeth’s lips.

Oh no.

                  “Though, if it were the time—”

                  “Lily,” he warned, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.

                  “My apologies,” she pressed her cheek against her fist, elbow resting against the slim window-sill. “I’m surprised she took no for an answer.”

                  “I told her the truth. That’s why.” Sebastian shrugged. “I’m trying to restore a relationship with my twin sister and my best friend while also trying to assist my other best friend find her parents.”

                  “My, my. She must pity you.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “It is not her pity I want.”

                  “So, space then? One would have thought you’d jump at the opportunity to court a lady as beautiful as Katherine—”

                  “Lily!”

                  “Alright, alright, I yield.” She surrendered, unable to stop herself from giggling.

                  “You are the relentless one.” Sebastian grumbled, trying his hardest not to give in to the laugh that wanted so desperately to escape. “You’re worse than Anne.”

                  “Oh please, Anne doesn’t need to ask questions about you. She simply knows.”

                  “Unfortunately for me, I think that’s true.”

The pair laughed together, though it didn’t last long enough.

Soon, the silence rose again.

                  “I suppose there isn’t much I can do to take your mind off your parents for a moment?” Sebastian’s hands clenched in his lap.

                  “Did I ever take your mind off of Anne?”

More often than he’d like to admit—at the worst of times.

                  “No, I suppose you didn’t.” He lied. Though it seemed to fool her for now.

Elizabeth bit her lip almost obsessively. Her lip would surely bleed if she kept doing this. She was spiralling.

He needed to say something—anything.

                  “Do you want to—”

                  “What if I’m recognised?” Elizabeth cut him off, eyes locking onto his once more. “What if we’re caught? The authorities would call my grandmother in an instant—”

                  “Lily.” Sebastian nudged her with his foot. “Breathe, would you? And stop pretending that’s your grandmother is your main concern.”

He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but it was the only way to stop her.

Well, stop this version of her.

                  “Sorry.” She said softly, fidgeting with her hands. “I just… I dread being there without them.”

                  “I know you do. I know I certainly couldn’t go back to Feldcroft without Anne there.” Sebastian looked at his hands.

The memory of Anne’s disappearance stung—the pain never truly fading even after their reunion. In truth, Sebastian’s mind spiralled whenever he thought about it; how much longer it would have taken Anne to see him had she not returned to Hogwarts.

                  “I’m sure we’ll be fine. Should anything happen I can always just—”

                  “Call for Mrs. Bennet?” Sebastian looked up.

                  “No.” Elizabeth scoffed.

A beat passed.

Sebastian grinned.

Elizabeth groaned again. “Fine, yes, perhaps I was hoping to call upon Mrs Bennet should something go wrong but she cannot know I’m here otherwise.”

                  “And why is that?”

                  “She’d kill me.”

                  “I doubt she’d resort to something so drastic,” Sebastian shrugged, “though, I must say, sometimes it is tempting.”

                  “Hey!”

                  “What?” Sebastian said innocently. “With all your reckless adventures and secret midnight raids it’s hard not to get frustrated.”

Elizabeth shook her head, scoffing once more as her arms folded over her chest. “Stop it.”

                  “Stop what?”

                  “This!” Elizabeth’s hand stretched between them, mere inches from his chest.

                  “And what is ‘this’?” He raised an eyebrow cockily.

                  “Distracting me.”

                  “Distracting you?”

                  “Yes!”

                  “I don’t think I should stop.” Sebastian shook his head, slouching against the cushions with that devilish grin.

                  “And why is that?” She tilted her head.

                  “It’s making you tolerable.” He teased, earning yet another scoff.

But Elizabeth wasn’t laughing like she was before though… the sound was somewhat hollow.

Sebastian’s jaw clenched; the playful glint in his eyes faded. “Shall we go over the plan again then?”

                  “Yes… I think that would be helpful.”

・☽・✧・☾・

Never before had Elizabeth’s boot felt so heavy as it hovered over the platform.

She didn’t want to touch the ground at Chippenham station. Not without her parents.

It felt wrong. This all felt so very wrong—

                  “Lily,”

Elizabeth’s head snapped in Sebastian’s direction.

His hand was outstretched—an offering. “If I promise to buy you a butterbeer will you—”

Thunk.

                  “Well, that answers that question.” Sebastian pulled his hand away—she hadn’t taken it.

Elizabeth didn’t look at him—couldn’t. She needed to stay focused; she needed to stay hidden. She adjusted the brim of her hat, making sure to tuck those rebellious curls away, and keeping her eyes trained on the ground when she spoke:

                  “Do you remember what you have to say to the—”

                  “Castle Combe, the Castle Inn.” Sebastian responded quickly as they approached the carriages just outside the station. “Then it’s just a short walk home—no main roads. Avoid the school and the bakery at all costs—”

                  “And the nursery,” Elizabeth added before he could finish.

                  “And the nursery.” Sebastian echoed.

Silence fell upon them again as they allowed the remaining passengers to pass.

No one paid them any mind—thank Merlin—even the people she recognised.

Mrs. Mason from the church, Mr. Tanner from the tailor shop—even Mr. and Mrs. Kent. The parents of that boy—Theodore—who used to torment her back at school before she moved away.

Not even they saw her—and they loathed her.

Elizabeth and Sebastian let the other passengers board the carriages and carts first—thankfully there was still one cart left.

Elizabeth barely heard Sebastian as he spoke to the coachman—not as the train lurched forward with that familiar sound of the pistons and steel rods chugging as they found their rhythm.

                  “Is your friend coming?”

The coachman’s voice—rough and lazy—pulled her from her daze.

Sebastian held out his hand again to help her into the cart.

This time, she took it.

・☽・✧・☾・

Elizabeth stared at it—the little wooden gate to the back garden.

She froze.

Sebastian must have noticed she’d stopped following him because he was already turning toward her.

                  “Lily,” he reached for her hand again, but stopped just before he touched her.  “we need to get inside before we’re seen. It’s a miracle no one else is out here.”

It truly was a miracle. The park behind her home was quite lively at this hour… and that only made things feel worse.

                  “Right, sorry.” Elizabeth shook her head, fixing her eyes to the grass below. It was still cold from the dew of the morning.

Elizabeth’s hand hovered over the wooden gate, flexing over the little metal lock—slightly rusted.

                  “Let me,” Sebastian reached around her, moving to open the gate.

He tugged at it several times. Once, twice, three times—

                  “Here,” Elizabeth pushed him gently aside. “You have to lift the gate a little or else the latch get’s—”

Elizabeth lifted the gate just so and tugged on the latch.

                  “—stuck.”

The gate swung open. Easily.

Too easily.

The gate didn’t get caught in the grass anymore. It simply glided over…

Strange…

Elizabeth looked at Sebastian with a look that screamed: that wasn’t right.

By the furrowing of his brows, it seems he understood.

They crossed the small garden quietly—their boots squelching in the damp earth.

With trembling hands, Elizabeth reached into her pocket for her keys as Sebastian kept a watchful eye on the meadow behind them.

Elizabeth reached for the doorknob, pressing her fingertips against the metal before snatching her hand back sharply.

It burned. And not because of the cold.

Her breathing was uneven now—erratic. Her limbs felt useless. The trembling got worse—no matter how much she begged it to stop. No rational thought would make it stop.

She lifted her hands again trying desperately to align the key to the lock, but she wouldn’t stop shaking.

                  “Elizabeth—”

A sharp but quiet cry escaped Elizabeth as her hand planted itself firmly against the wooden door in sheer frustration.

Why couldn’t she just do this? She needed to do this! She’d faced trolls and goblins and dark wizards but this?! A door—

Sebastian’s hand clasped over her right hand holding the key and slowly pried it from her shaky grasp.

                  “Just- let me.” Sebastian didn’t shove her—didn’t force her away—he just guided her.

Normally she’d push back or fight against him whenever he tried to move her, but her body felt much too weak.

The door clicked as Sebastian turned the key, the gentle weight of his hand against the door was enough to push it open—creaking as it went.

Sebastian waited for her to enter first, despite how utterly still she was, staring into her home.

                  “We can go back—”

                  “No.” Elizabeth’s voice was breathy, but her word was final.

She wasn’t turning back.

She hissed, forcing back tears and whatever dread kept her from moving forward, and took her first step onto the wooden floor.

It crackled and creaked underfoot.

Elizabeth heard the door shut behind them gently and turned.

Sebastian rested his hands against the doorknob, his back pressed against the wood like he was trying to keep something out—but his eyes wandered over every inch of the room they were in—the kitchen.

It was small—quaint and cosy and…

Clean.

Why was it so clean?

Elizabeth’s expression shifted from fear to confusion in an instant.

                  “What is it?” Sebastian asked.

                  “There’s no flour.”

                  “What do you mean there’s no flour?” He pushed himself off the door.

                  “I mean, there’s no flour.” Elizabeth gestured to the countertops—to the wooden bench centered to the room—the place her father would always prepare loaves of bread. “It’s clean.”

She spun—her eyes scanning every surface.

Her mother’s teacups weren’t by the kettle on the stove. They were always by the stove.

And the bowl atop the wooden bench—usually full of apples—was gone.

No flour. No teacups. No apples.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “Well, of course it’s clean. Someone would have cleaned it up—surely. Perhaps Mrs. Bennet—”

                  “Not this well.” Elizabeth shook her head. “Throwing away fruit, sweeping the floor—sure—that is understandable but the teacups? The bowl being put away—?”

                  “What teacups?” Sebastian stepped forward.

                  “My mother always left at least two teacups by the stove, ready for tea.” Elizabeth pointed to the countertop. “They’re placed neatly—intentionally. You can’t tell me the authorities would have tidied that much, can you? This is…”

                  “Methodical?”

                  “Right…” Elizabeth turned away again. “Besides—this is still an open investigation. No one should have touched this place.”

Elizabeth’s head darted from corner to corner when Sebastian decided to move further, walking toward an archway to the living room.

                  “Elizabeth?” his voice sounded more worried than usual.

                  “What is it?” she turned, walking toward him.

He didn’t answer.

What could it—

Elizabeth saw it then—the sitting room—it was in complete disarray.

Shattered glass from photographs once sat atop the mantle was scattered across the carpet, cushions and blankets were strewn across the floor, the furniture was overturned—

The tea table was split in two as if someone had been thrown onto it.

Sebastian called her name—possibly. She wasn’t quite sure; she wasn’t really listening.

Her mind was consumed by the thought of what could have possibly happened here. She imagined it—the fight that could have led to such carnage but… she couldn’t.

Her parents were not stupid. Her mother may have been like her—stubborn and brave—but like her father, Áine was no fighter. And her father...

William would have shielded Áine—she knew that—but this?

                  “Elizabeth—” Sebastian gasped.

                  “This is wrong.” She cut him off sharply.

Sebastian stepped into the room. He whispered her name again, but she didn’t respond.

She crouched beside the broken tea table, running her hand along the splintered wood. “They wouldn’t have fought like this…” she whispered, her throat bobbing as it fought back against tears.

Sebastian searched the rest of the room. He was looking for anything when—

                  “Here,” Sebastian pointed toward a black mark on the wall.

Elizabeth’s head turned.

The mark Sebastian was pointing to—it was clearly left by a rogue spell. The wallpaper was singed and ripped. Elizabeth froze; her eyes fixed on the stain on the wall.

She was right.

She stood to investigate, but Sebastian stepped in front of her. “Don’t.”

His warning didn’t matter. She continued to stare through him until he forced her to look away, turning her around with a gentle tug on her arm.     

                  “Let’s keep moving.”

Elizabeth’s head turned back to the spell mark as they walked through the ruined sitting room, stepping over broken glass and embroidered cushions that had taken her mother hours to perfect—now torn.

She felt her heart in her throat.

                  “Come on,” Sebastian said softly, leading her out of the sitting room through another wooden archway—the one that led to the entrance of their home. A narrow hallway with stairs to the right and another arch leading back into the kitchen.

Elizabeth’s head immediately turned to the front door, expecting at least some sort of damage, but… it seemed pristine.

                  “I- I don’t understand,” her voice shook as she spoke, her face pale.

There was still broken glass in this room—photo frames that had been hanging on the wall beside the doorway above the entry table.

A small broken sound left Elizabeth as shattered glass cracked underfoot.

She looked down, lifting her foot when—

                  “The photographs are gone,”

Elizabeth’s head snapped up at the sound of Sebastian’s voice.

She looked around the room.

He was right.

Every photograph had been removed—their frames overturned to hide their absence.

                  “That doesn’t make any sense.” Elizabeth whispered.

Sebastian crouched by the frames, tilting his head. “Didn’t you say The Ministry came here?”

                  “Once—briefly. I’m not even sure they came inside.” Elizabeth entered the sitting room again.

No photographs.

                  “Would the muggle authorities have taken them?” Sebastian stood, walking back to her.

                  “I haven’t the slightest idea why they would.” Elizabeth brushed past Sebastian again, barging into the entry.

                  “Perhaps they needed photographs of you. Aren’t they looking for you too?” Sebastian followed close behind.

                  “The Ministry said they would handle it,” Elizabeth’s hand gripped the banister of the stairs. “And besides, why would they need that many?”

                  “The Ministry does tend to say many things they do not mean.”

The pair of them walked up the stairs in silence—though the air had shifted around them.

Elizabeth turned back to Sebastian as they reached the landing. “If the Ministry never came and they never handled the problem of my absence with the authorities then—”

                  “You’re missing too.”

                  “Or worse,” Elizabeth said hesitantly.

                  “Surely they wouldn’t suspect you would they?”

Elizabeth shot him a glare as she turned, walking to her parents bedroom with slow, measured steps.

Another perfect room.

The bed sheets weren’t wrinkled slightly like they usually were. They were flat and tucked perfectly under the pillows.

Sebastian followed behind her, watching Elizabeth closely as she ran her hand over the bed sheets. He picked up a small frame on the bedside table—empty—and sighed.

                  “This one is missing too.” Sebastian shook his head, setting the frame back down.

Elizabeth stood up, bringing one hand up to bite her knuckle.

                  “What is it?” Sebastian asked.

                  “What is what?” Elizabeth’s hand fell from her face.

                  “You’re doing that thing again.” He gestured vaguely at her face.

                  “What thing?”

                  “The thing when you have a theory and don’t like it.”

A sharp breath escaped Elizabeth’s lips at that.

Damn you.

She paced back and forth and bit her knuckle again.

                  “What if they knew?” she stopped suddenly, clutching her hands in front of her face.

She knew she looked terrified.

                  “Knew what?” Sebastian asked—not following.

                  “What if they knew someone was after them? What if they took the photographs?”

Sebastian’s head turned slightly, his eyes narrowing as he listened to her.

                  “Sebastian, what if they were leaving.” Elizabeth’s fists clenched a little tighter.

Without a moment to pause, Sebastian rounded the bed and took Elizabeth’s trembling hands in his.

                  “Elizabeth,” Sebastian stared into her soul with an unwavering resolve. “they wouldn’t have left without writing to you—you know that. And besides, it doesn’t explain the spell mark on the wall—the broken table! They weren’t about to abandon you.”

Elizabeth was still for a moment, staring back at him with an almost pleading expression when she started to nod.

                  “Y-you’re right,” she took a deep breath, “they wouldn’t just—”

A soft, tearless sob escaped her.

                  “No. They wouldn’t.” Sebastian squeezed her hands in his just once.

Elizabeth’s eyes fell back to the empty frame on her father’s bedside table. Her breathing becoming unsteady again when—

                  “Lily,”

Sebastian’s voice was soft, low, calm…

And his hand was warm on her chin when he tilted her face to look at him.

                  “Let’s keep moving, alright?”

Elizabeth swore she felt her heart stop in that moment, felt the exact moment her lungs trapped the air inside of her and refused to let go of it—refused to let go of this moment.

She gulped silently—still not breathing—and nodded.

He nodded back and let his hand slowly slip away from her face and hands.

It was only when Sebastian turned away that she felt she could finally breathe again.

She shook her head before following him into the hallway.

They were just about to reach the stairs when—

                  Click.

Elizabeth’s stomach dropped.

She reached for Sebastian’s arm, pulling him back behind the wall as the front door swung open.

Sebastian stumbled back, catching himself on the wall with his arms over Elizabeth’s head. His body was mere inches from hers—but she couldn’t move. Not if she didn’t want to be heard—or worse—seen.

                  “Ma’am, I can assure you, we’re doing everything in our power to—” a voice called from the entryway.

Elizabeth knew that voice. He was a regular at the bakery her father worked at, his daughter was a former pupil at her mother’s nursery.

A policeman. Senior Inspector Carter.

                  “Are you?”

That voice… that voice was new. She hadn’t heard that voice before.

It was demanding.

A woman’s voice—older, perhaps—and regal. Like she’d spent her entire life being served by anyone and everyone who had the displeasure of meeting her.

                  “This house is still in disarray and I have received no correspondence from any of your constables in weeks.” The woman complained.

Inspector Carter sighed. “Ma’am, we have been overwhelmed with information, but I assure you, William and Áine’s return is our priority—”

                  “Your inability to manage your cases is none of my concern Mr. Carter.” The woman scoffed. “Nevermind them, what of the girl?”

The girl?

Sebastian peered around the corner, but Elizabeth pulled him back sharply.

                  “Miss Quinn is safe and accounted for, I can assure you. William—”

                  “So you have confirmed her presence at St. Magdalene’s?” She cut the inspector off again.

St. Magdalene’s… Elizabeth thought. That was the school her parents said she was attending when anyone from the village—save for Mrs. Bennet—asked where she’d gone.

                  “Our constables confirmed her attendance but a fortnight ago, Ma’am.” Inspector Carter reassured the woman.

                  “Is that so?” the woman stepped forward, her boots clicking on the creaky wooden floors. “How curious.”

                  “I beg your pardon?” 

                  “I said,” the woman’s voice sounded like silken venom, “how curious.”

Elizabeth stiffened.

As did Sebastian.

Neither of them liked the sound of this woman’s voice.

                  “Because when I went to collect my granddaughter from St. Magdalene’s just last week, the headmistress informed me they’d never had an Elizabeth Quinn in their care.”

Granddaughter…  No, no, no, no, no.

Elizabeth’s heart raced—her chest started heaving. She could hear her pulse pounding in her ears as her blood ran cold.

Sebastian must have noticed. He pressed his finger to his lips—a warning.

                  “I- I don’t understand,” inspector Carter stuttered, clearly shocked. “My officers assured me that her enrolment was confirmed—”

                  “Your officers are either incompetent or have something to hide Mr. Carter. I suggest you find out which.” The Dowager hissed.

The Inspector choked on his words—spluttering and stuttering until the Dowager spoke again:

                  “See to it that all your resources are reallocated to locating my granddaughter, Mr. Carter. Her parents have clearly made their choice. I believe you have enough reason to consider Elizabeth abandoned—”

                  “Ma’am, I simply must protest—”

                  “You must do as I say, Mr. Carter!”

                  “Your son and daughter in law were clearly attacked—”

                  “My son,” the Dowager growled, “abandoned his family and his title for that girl’s mother and now he’s done the same to his own daughter. Look upon this room, Inspector. There are no portraits, no fresh flowers, nothing to suggest they were taken. My son left willingly. I see no reason to believe he behaved differently this time.”

Inspector Carter was silent at that.

                  “I expect your letter regarding my granddaughters whereabouts by the weeks end, Mr. Carter—Oh—” glass crunched under the Dowager’s foot. “I will see to it that Miss Quinn’s custody is forfeited to me. Do we have an understanding, Inspector?”

For a moment, it was silent.

Elizabeth’s heart felt as if it were clawing its way out of her throat.

                  “Of course, ma’am,”

Mr. Carter’s voice sounded forced. Elizabeth could hear it. The reluctance and fight in it.

She knew Mr. Carter; knew that he liked her father—respected him.

And this… this willingness to undermine his character like this… the betrayal stung.

                  “Good,” the Dowager replied sharply. “I expect this house to be cleaned and prepared for new tenants as soon as possible, Mr. Carter. It is clear that William nor Áine will be returning.”

                  “Ma’am, the property would belong to—”

                  “Why do you think I am preparing it for tenants, Mr. Carter?” she turned, her voice breathy and almost… offended. “My granddaughter—wherever she may be—will need money; a dowry. This income is assuring her future, Inspector.”

Elizabeth’s face paled.

A dowry…

Sebastian looked more... confused; like he didn't know what it meant.

                  “Forgive me, ma’am, it was not my place.” The inspector moved to open the door for the Dowager as they turned to leave. “I can assure you that everything will be taken care of.”

                  “I should hope so, Mr. Carter. I do not wish to be disappointed again.”

The Dowager stepped out the door, her boots clicking across the worn stone path as she left.

When the door clicked, Sebastian rushed back inside Elizabeth’s parents’ room.

                  “Sebastian—” Elizabeth fell into the space where Sebastian had been before scrambling after him.

He crouched by the window facing the front yard, peeking through the glass when he caught a glimpse of the Dowager’s carriage as the Inspector followed her inside.

                  “Is that the Quinn family crest? There, on the carriage door.” Sebastian pointed to it subtly.

She crouched beside him, ensuring to stay hidden.

Elizabeth’s eyes thinned. “I- I don’t think so,” she responded, trying to get a closer look when Sebastian pulled her back by the wrist.

Their eyes locked for a moment.

Elizabeth cleared her throat, turning back to the carriage before it could roll away. “The Quinn family crest—to my father’s description—doesn’t have any flowers on it. I think he said it was a horse.”

Sebastian turned away from her to look at the crest again. “Why would she be in someone else’s carriage?”

                  “I don’t know.” Elizabeth said softly—almost defeated.

                  “Perhaps she remarried?”

                  “She would have no reason to.” Elizabeth shook her head, stepping away from the window. “My grandfather had wealth beyond even my comprehension. She needn’t worry about money.”

Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest.

Elizabeth bit her lip again.

                  “Lily,”

                  “Hmm?” Her head jerked up to the sound of Sebastian’s voice.

                  “Are you alright?”

Elizabeth shook her head—no. “She can’t do this. Surely she cannot do this.”

Sebastian’s expression dropped.

                  “They were taken! The Inspector knows they were taken but he just stood there!” Elizabeth panicked. “They didn’t leave me! They wouldn’t—”

Elizabeth sobbed as Sebastian engulfed her in a tight embrace. She clung to him for dear life, but Sebastian said nothing. He just let her cry.

She didn’t know how long they were standing there, but she appreciated his patience, his presence—his warmth.

                  “Do you think you can keep going? We can leave if—”

                  “No,” Elizabeth pulled away slowly and wiped her eyes, “no, I can keep going. There’s only one room left.”

                  “Your bedroom?” Sebastian asked.

Elizabeth only nodded and shoved her hands into her pockets as she turned to lead Sebastian into her bedroom.

When she opened the door, she expected the same scene. The same perfection she’d found in every other room, only… her room seemed untouched. The white, floral patterned sheets on her bed were slightly ruffled—just as she liked them. Her pillows weren’t fluffed to perfection, there was still dust on her window-sill…

She walked inside slowly—carefully.

                  “They didn’t touch a thing.” Elizabeth whispered. “It looks exactly the way mother leaves it before I arrive for the weekend.”

Elizabeth ran her hand over her books in the case beside her bed. Alice in Wonderland, The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen, Little Women—

                  “Oh—”

Sebastian fumbled with a music box on Elizabeth’s dresser. One he’d almost dropped—clearly.

                  “Sorry,” he mumbled, placing the box back down with care.

Elizabeth stood, though her hand lingered on the wooden bookcase. A small half-smile curling her lips at Sebastian’s fumble.

                  “I- I think we should go,” she said softly, patting the wood twice before stepping away.

Oh, how her heart ached.

                  “Of course,” Sebastian followed her out of the room, though she didn’t miss it when he took a final glance at it before closing the door—like he wanted to stay in there and investigate it.

Typical. She smiled to herself as she walked down the stairs.

They were approaching the kitchen through the archway past the stairs when—

                  Creak.

The pair of them froze. Their eyes wide and horrified when.

                  “Elizabeth Áine Quinn.”

Oh, dear Merlin have mercy—

                  “Mrs Bennet?!”

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[le-rryder]

Who inspired Elizabeth Quinn?

Well! This was a tricky—but very fun—one. First and foremost, Thank you to @gilded-blue-snake for starting the chain (which is linked here!) and to @barnabyjr for tagging me!

Now... let's see...

Anna (Frozen, 2013—2019) Elizabeth's Heart: Anna is such a comfort character for me! She's loving—so very loving—and open! She is impulsive—very much like Lily—and just refuses to take 'no' for an answer. She also feels everything so vividly? She does not hide her emotions. She shows everything on her face—I LOVE IT!

Elizabeth Swann/Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean, 2003—2017) Elizabeth's Courage: I LOVE ELIZABETH SWANN SO MUCH! She fights back, she chooses the reckless path, she's intelligent—often outsmarting even the most cunning of pirates, and she loves. Man does she love. Like her, Lily chooses courage, even when it would be much, much easier not to.

Eloise Bridgerton (Bridgerton, 2020—Present) Elizabeth's voice: Eloise... My spirit animal. I love her. Eloise is so Lily coded in the fact that she questions everything about society (misogyny) and wants more for herself. Constantly. That is the same restless defiance I want to bring to Lily.

Peeta Mellark (The Hunger Games, 2012—2015) Elizabeth's soul: Oh, dearest Peeta—you have my whole heart. Not only is Lily the daughter of a baker, but this quote—"I don't want them to change me..." —is SO LILY! Like Peeta she is endlessly protective and loyal to those she loves. There is a softness to Lily, in her quiet moments, that SCREAMS Peeta.

Evelyn Carnahan-O'Connell (The Mummy, 1999—2001) Elizabeth's mind: If there's one thing we know about Evelyn, it's that she is headstrong and fiercely intelligent. She's curious, chaotic, and always chasing the next thing. Lily is the same. She's not just intelligent and inquisitive in the quiet, passive way—no—this girl will go out in the field to find her answers.

Merida (Brave, 2012) Elizabeth's fire and fun: Merida—you absolute legend you. Defiant, funny, brave (duh), and so very strong. She's stubborn, reckless, impulsive, free—and when Lily sets her mind on something, she is exactly the same.

Thank you so much again to @barnabyjr for the tag! This was SO much fun! And another thank you to @feimingo for the gorgeous banners!

Okay... Now time to see if I know anyone who WASN'T already tagged/hasn't done this already 😭 No pressure as always, my loves.

@creampuffcloudsdreaming @dovewonderland @lyra-prag @lenorashore @lilredcamaro14 @rvchelking @sage-pages @teainlungs and anyone else who would like to join in, of course!

[le-rryder]

WIP Wednesday

Original thread can be found here! I've also reposted it! Thank you to @amethystandemma for starting it and to @amus2110 for tagging me!

And some NP tags for WIP Wednesday (sorry if you've already been tagged my loves)... @barnabyjr @dovewonderland @girl-named-matty @lenorashore @rvchelking @izaya-art @dzukika @karajluce @koheiri-neko @syrooo @hmhoney @shanethehufflepuff @gothic-lottie @lilac-ravenclaw @rhae96 @lyra-prag @creampuffcloudsdreaming @bsustories @elisalsaa @idrewastar @jepao @soapallo @roasty1 @charliehlblog

A Sneak Peak of Chapter One of Twisted Revenge

Notes: This is a lil' snippet from Chapter 1 of my upcoming fic! No beta-readers have seen this so far so ye be warned!

            “Considering the late hour...” Garreth’s voice broke through Elizabeth’s haze of thoughts, “perhaps you’d consider staying [in Hogsmeade] tonight?” His voice wasn’t as confident as before. “I have a delivery to make to Hogwarts tomorrow, I could escort you there to deliver whatever artefacts you found?”

Ah... she remembered. He still thought she was delivering artefacts from her travels. He still didn’t know about the repository.

            “Oh! Yes, of course. I haven’t found too much this time around, I’m afraid. Though, even if I had, I’d have to retrieve it from home.” She reminded him with a sympathetic smile.

His face dropped, but he recovered quickly. “Well, surely you can’t travel alone this late.”

Elizabeth smirked.

            “Not that you need an escort.” He said with a sheepish grin.

            “Thank you, Garreth.” She sighed, clasping her cloak over her neck before reaching up on her tippy toes to press the softest of kisses to Garreth’s cheek.

His freckled cheeks shone red.

            “W-will I at least be seeing you soon then?” he cleared his throat, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

            “Perhaps I’ll take your advice and slow down for a while.” Elizabeth stepped away; one hand braced against the wooden frame around the staircase. “Goodnight, Garreth.” She smiled.

Garreth was stunned, frozen in place. He couldn’t hide the grin that slowly crept onto his face. He waved shyly, his hand curling into the hair on the back of his head.

“Goodnight... Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth hummed as she finally turned to descend the narrow stairway.

Garreth had always been kind—generous... but never in this way.

It almost felt like hope.

Hope that she could forget and move on.

...

What a beautiful night it had been.

That was until she pushed the doors open.

Elizabeth had expected to see the streets of Hogsmeade alive with its usual magic and late-night buzz... but there was no one to be seen. All that could be heard was the distant calls of lonely owls and the squelch of melted snow beneath her boots.

The falling snow should have been peaceful—serene, even—but the silence was anything but calming.

Elizabeth took a few cautious steps forward, her hand hovering above her wand pocket.

The snow crunched beneath her foot when—

BANG!

Elizabeth yelped, jumping back as her head whipped around in the direction of the noise.

Garreth.

Thank Merlin. Elizabeth clutched her chest.

Garreth was fixing the collar of his coat when their eyes met again. He had been smiling, but it disappeared as soon as he saw her startled expression.

            “Ellie?” he asked, his eyes flickering between her and the suspiciously empty, fog covered streets. “Is everything alright?”

            “O-of course! It’s just...” Elizabeth tried to smile at him; tried to hide her growing unease. Her head turned back to the path ahead, eyes thinning as she surveyed the path ahead. “Quiet.”

Garreth closed the distance between them to stand behind her protectively. One hand settled on the small of her back as the other reached for his wand.

Elizabeth already had hers clenched in her right fist.

The pair took a slow, cautious step forward into the open when—

            “PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!”

...

[amethystandemma]

WIP Wednesday

Been a bit since I have done one of these! I've been working on this off and on for the past week or so and was able to get a bit more done yesterday while my dad was at the hospital (he's alright, and thank you all for the kind comments on my last post.) Enjoy this snippet for Perctoria in their seventh year!

What on earth was she thinking when she agreed to play as Hufflepuff's Keeper? Victoria wasn't competitive when it came to Quidditch. She wasn't nearly as athletic as her cousin Oliver; or even as her mother, who still managed to move as if she was on the Pitch even in her forties. And Merlin, the heights. She still remembered Oliver falling off his broom to the ground in fifth year vividly. If that happened to her, Victoria couldn't exactly shift into her animagus form in the middle of the match. Not unless she wanted everyone to know she was an unregistered swan. "What am I going to do?" Victoria murmured. The echo of her voice was broken by the distinct sound of a door lock unlocking. Victoria's eyes fell on the sign hanging on the right of the bathroom door with the words "Occupied. Do not enter." written across it in bold letters. She knew she forgot to do something when she came in. "Don't come in—!" Victoria began to say. The door shut. Percy started at her. Victoria stared at him. "M-My apologies," he stammered. "I didn't realize it was occupied—" Victoria talked at the same moment he did. "I forgot to put the sign up, I'm so sorry—" They paused at the same time. Victoria watched Percy's face get nearly as red as his hair, the same as hers she was sure. She muttered a quick thanks to the gods that she had the sense to use the not-opaque bubbles when she had stepped inside the bath.

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[amus2110]

Perctoria my beloved!!

For WIPs I’ve got the start of an incandescent star and kilt boy Devon that I started and have yet to return to…

NP tags to @barnabyjr @le-rryder @pikadrawsthings @leawshum @cherryray-hl and you!

[le-rryder]

Thank you very much to @amus2110 for the tag and to @amethystandemma for posting the original!! 🫶🌷💕

So... what have I been working on... 🤔

I shall post it in a new post, just because Tumblr's repost thingy is real strange to me 🤨 Why don't you show that people have responded to the post anymore Tumblr? Anyway! I wanted to repost their WIP's anyway because they're AWEEEESOOOOMMMMEEEEEEE

Anyway... see you soon bby's!

[le-rryder]

I'm baaaaaack <3

Hello my Lovely Loves!

Shortest and loosest post surgery hiatus—I know—but I'm just too excited to get back to you all! Reading all your wonderful comments and birthday wishes has been absolutely amazing to come back to, and all the gifts are just absolutely insane! Thank you all so, so much! I feel so loved! 🥰🌷

But in addition to that...

I want to know what you want to read next...?

Because of my surgery, I have a little bit of spare time and therefore... an opportunity to write 😏 So, the question is...

What Do You Want First?

The Next Chapter of When You See Me (Chapter 13) 🌷

The First Chapter (re-write) of Twisted Revenge 👀

A Random One-Shot 😗

Re-written Early Chapter of When You See Me (Chap. 4 or 5) ✨

A Continuation (second chapter) of Elizabeth's Canon/Intro Lore

Voting ended onJul 20

Now, I've only left this here for a short amount of time because... I'm impatient and bored so... Imma share this everywhere 🤣

Thank you again to everyone for showing me so much love and support 🫶🌷💕