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"From tiny experiences we build cathedrals." — Orhan Pamuk

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HP AU - Hogwarts’ Most  Majestic Pets - Mads & Bert

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Herbert was a lawful student when concerning himself, well, mostly he was. It could have partially been Armaud’ unknowing influence, or just his general harmless curiosity, but he would from time to time find himself, most often in the early morning, sneaking into the restricted section of the library to freshen up on some lesser known spells or potions. Over the years, he found many interesting things in these so called forbidden books that has nothing particularly out of bounds about them. Sure, he understood that some of these knowledge, when fallen into the wrong hands could lead to catastrophic mischief, but part of him also had to point out the hypocrisy of it. In this magic world they live in, people are bound to find a way to gain the knowledge they desire. To him, it would prove to be much more pragmatic to just properly teach people to be more virtuous in their conducts, and allow them the freedom of exploration while holding honest and upright intentions in their heart.

He was reasonably familiar with the closed off section of the library by now, and dressed in his normal sweater, without anything to directly identify him, he cast a spell to make him appear blonde, put on a round pair of fake glasses and confidently slipped his way into the restricted section of the library. He doesn’t usually come here at this time of the day, but as he was just about to finish up his reading and research on The Book of Spells, he just simply couldn’t have it on hold any longer.

“Heh, I could think of a several uses for this one…” he mumbled quietly to himself, raising a brow delightedly as he read the passage about a replicating spell and discreetly repeating the incantation, not noticing at all when a small creature came leaping out from the gaps on the shelf, staring down at him intently.

“Haaahh!” A repressed yelp came hissing out of his mouth when the small creature suddenly came leaping down at him onto the book he was reading, and directly into his face. He fell back a few steps, though thankfully not collapsing onto anything. In panic, he clawed at the sudden toad and pulled it off his face, along with his fake glasses and looked around frantically to make sure no one saw him.

“Oh Merlin’s Beard…” he whimpered when he caught a glimpse of a person seemingly avoiding him from the end of the aisle, he only hoped that they didn’t recognize him, or that they were a like minded individual where he could explain his situation to.

At first glance Mads didn’t recognize the person who stood, open book in hand, half way down the aisle of books she’d just turned into, but that was hardly her initial concern as she ducked away in a last ditch attempt to avoid being seen. Both those concerns went out the window entirely when a small fast moving object seemed to throw itself at the open book, immediately ricocheting off into the surprised restricted section goer’s face. 

His yelp ended all possibility of Mads restraining her initial surprised laugh, but she bit down hard on her bottom lip to hold back the rest of the resulting laughter bubbling in her chest. Laughing too loudly might draw attention, which was the last thing you wanted when sneaking around a place that had the word restricted in it’s name. Biting her lip, Mads stepped fully into the aisle, clutching the shelf closest to her as if the force of her repressed laughter might send her toppling at any minute. 

His whimper drew her attention again, and Mads attempted to school her expression into something resembling idle curiosity as opposed to poorly restrained amusement. With a closer look, Mads blinked over at the person who seemed to be an inexplicably blonde Herbert Dubois, before waving off his concern with a vague gesture of her free hand. “A dangerous place, the restricted section,” she managed to quell her urge to laugh, but her grin revealed the extent of her amusement just as clearly, “never know what’s going to happen.” 

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HP AU - Hello I am [ ] - Mads & Al

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It was a quiet morning, Alex had lethargically stuffed the books and parchment into his bag after being quite forcibly dragged from the bed. His motivation to study knew no bounds, but early mornings were not the young boy’s forte. Unfortunately, his usual human blanket come pillow wasn’t exactly timely in the mornings either. Alex had urged the boys to go on ahead without him so he could meander into the showers alone, icy cold water to jolt him out of the haze of last night. By the time, he’d padded down and made it across to the Great Hall the scene that unfolded before him was scarcely a surprise. Except — for the first two seconds he was duped.

Alex froze on the spot as the booming voice caught him, doing what exactly? To his knowledge, he wasn’t doing anything but passing by — then it struck him. The Professor, who by all accounts looked like Rossignol, and vaguely sounded like him too, was several inches too short. There was only one person that Alex was aware of had the potential, capacity and audacity to impersonate Professor Rossignol. He decided to play along anyway, “pardon Professor, I was just heading to breakfast.”

He licked dry lips and befell the temptation to crack a smile, “you can have those fifty points you make a convincing Rossignol. Degenerate, nice touch.” Alex mused, he hoisted the bag across his shoulder to be a little higher. He’d always been a nervous fidget. Even if Alex was almost entirely certain that the Professor before him was indeed, Mads. The school had a tendency of surprising him. He took an idle step backwards, one side-ways glance to see if he could locate the others in the great hall, to no avail. He faced Rossignol, no, Mads, with a devious little smile. “I see the fifty points haven’t been taken.”

“Mads?” He aired with a little bit of caution, quieter he added, “you are doing an excellent job. But knock it off, it’s a little creepy.”

Mads would’ve felt slightly bad for having made Alex freeze on the spot, looking as though he’d been blindsided, but he was having too much fun to be in any way apologetic. Instead, he continued his advance on the Gryffindor, expression turning ever more stony as he held back a grin. “Hm, yes, that’s exactly what any student would say. The entire population of this school seems to think that if they’re polite when confronted they’ll be spared reprimand.” He finished the performance with a despairing shake of the head. 

At Alex’s next comment, Mads didn’t even attempt to hold back a smile, snorting quietly even as he kept up the Professor Rossignol impression otherwise, “I should hope so, as I am in fact the greatest Rossignol of them all. I have multiple plaques in my office to prove this, and you know they tell the truth because they’re gold and shaped like shields.” 

He watched as Alex looked over to check the house points, and shrugged. “Tragically, the castle knows I’m not who I say I am. Though imagine how convincing I could be if I was a prefect and could actually take house points.”

His nose wrinkled as he concentrated, and within seconds Mads was no longer the DADA professor but himself, with the slightly more masculine features and build he favored on the days he felt he identified as more masculine. Dragging a hand through his hair- a bit shorter than he wore it on feminine days-, he grinned over at Alex. “If it helps, it’s slightly creepy from this end too. Though it’s probably more fun for me, sorry.”

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HP AU - Hello I am [ ] - OPEN

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Simone woke up half dangling off the side of her bed, her arithmancy book resting on top of her chest and the mandrake leaf she had kept in her mouth for twenty-five days nearly choking her as she got up. Making sure not to spit up the leaf she had been sucking for almost a month now, she heeved and coughed as best she could. Looking at the position of the sun through the window, she knew she was running late.

She stumbled out of bed and rushed to get ready, using a charm to bring her robe to her. Making sure all of her books were in her bag, she ran toward the Great Hall. She wanted to talk to Marie before breakfast to discuss their felix felicis potion, namely the next steps for their potion. Then she was hoping to leave breakfast early so she could check on the dew she had saved away for her animagus potion.

The sound of her Defense Against the Dart Arts professor froze her in her steps, turning on her heel to face the man. The last thing she wanted was another detention and while she wasn’t doing anything wrong at that minute, she wouldn’t doubt that he had discovered one of the other rule breaking things she has done. But there was something off about him. She took a steps toward him, watching him talk, noting that his walk was not the one she was used to. Raising an eyebrow she smirked.

“Mads?” she asked. No one with a polyjuice potion would waste it on a silly joke like this. “You despair for the future of the world? When has Professor Rossignol ever said anything like that?”

Perhaps it would be worthwhile to properly practice mimicking people before he pretended to be them, but half the fun of it was watching how expressions changed when the people Mads encountered began to suspect they weren’t talking to who they thought they were. Simone seemed to stop mid-stride when Mads barked out his reprimand, and looked almost resigned until her eyebrow rose and a smirk flitted across her features. 

Mads didn’t bother acknowledging that he was him, instead sticking out his tongue- still with the face of their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor- before replying. “Ah, creative license. It’s no fun if I only ever say things Professor Rossignol would actually say. Anyway, that’s the sort of thing I imagine he thinks mid-class when a second year sends a desk through the window, or someone concusses their friend with a disarming spell.” 

An amused grin lit across Mads’- or, rather, Armaud Rossignol’s- face, his smile hardly the Professor’s anymore. “You hardly looked surprised to be told off- been up to some interesting trouble lately, Simone?”    

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“WE HAVE TO DARE TO BE OURSELVES, HOWEVER FRIGHTENING OR STRANGE THAT SELF MAY BE.” - May Sarton | Tristan d’Aumont | Gryffindor | Keeper

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HP AU - The Game Is On - Mads & Sybille

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theinnocentflowwer

It was so stimulating watching one of her shots hit someone and to have them riposte back a response. Her cheeks flushed slightly in excitement, her eyes glistening with glee. It kept her own her toes to have to think of another response, even as she appreciated the one Mads had given her. “Please, Mads, for you to call me creative is like Michaelangelo calling Fernand’s art ‘good’,” she said, lowering her gaze and taking the complement gracefully, as if it was too much to hear. Truly, Mads was well known for her creativeness, but Sybille had more up her sleeve that would surprise her.

“May I put forward another point of view: that I am not creative, but you naïve, my dear. I can think of ten such uses of ties that would have you… gagging for more.” Sybille said with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip of her glass of wine. It was hard to keep the laughter out of her voice. “Though it wouldn’t do for me to simply tell you what they are. These kind of things… they are better to show.”

Oh, this was fun. Sybille looked nothing short of excited, and Mads was sure her expression was a mirror of her own. She’d been right to think that picking the right person to flirt with could result in a conversation more fulfilling than an intellectual argument, though they had perhaps moved beyond what was strictly defined as “flirting” almost immediately. She waved off the response, “Hardly. Maybe Michaelangelo and Da Vinci. From one great artist to another, I’m astounded by your work, and would love to learn some of your technique.”  

Mads’ smile shifted subtly, losing some of it’s anticipatory qualities in favor of amusement. Holding back a snicker was a matter of leaning forward slightly where she sat, humming a quiet, thoughtful noise. “Well, Da Vinci was a visual artist, so I’m hardly surprised. It’s a good thing we’ve undoubtably amassed more than enough ties for our uses in our time here, then. I think Ravenclaw’s blue and Slytherin’s green would be rather complimentary side by side.” 

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AU1: Sarcasm is the greatest form of wit || Marie + Mads

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“I’d have less first years if the other houses stopped sending them my way.” Marie’s words might have been a complaint, but in no way did she actually mean it. “I end up herding all of them, not just my quarter. And Captain, half of our lot are scared to ask him questions because he’s so serious, and they’re worried he’ll think they’re stupid, and I don’t know how many times I have to promise them he’s a total pushover, they just don’t believe me.” It felt weird, talking about Bert since the stupid chocolate prank – she refused to think of it under any other name – but she knew it’d be weirder if she stopped talking about him at all. At least it wasn’t weird for her to call him Captain, she always had since joining the team.

Marie knew Madeleine liked to people-watch, while Marie preferred to just talk to people. “It’s not bad for a change, I just like being outside. Did you know, my first year, I annoyed the professors so much because I kept sitting in the window. Not next to it, I literally opened the window and sat in it.” She’d never worried about falling out. It was something she still did on occasion, but usually only when alone. Otherwise, people yelled at her for being reckless, and she swore it wasn’t recklessness, not at all.

“A lack of responsibility, wouldn’t that be nice?” Marie joked, but she couldn’t imagine not having anything else to fill up her time. She’d get so bored. She wasn’t the type to research all the weird and wonderful things that Madeleine did, Marie only cared about things that related to her own very specific creative and athletic interests. Anything else was kind-of irrelevant. Madeleine’s explanation of what she was researching now baffled Marie, it really did, but she still listened to every word. She hated it when people ignored her, so she always paid attention to what people told her, even if it wasn’t her area of interest. It mattered to them, so it mattered.

“So, if I come across a puddle of water when I’m on patrol, I shouldn’t just Vanish it, in case it’s actually you?” She could imagine that happening, in all honesty. There were too many students too clever for their own good, and Marie was surprised she only came across younger students in embarrassing situations where magic had gone awry. Perhaps the older ones just cleaned their messes up. “I’m almost surprised you haven’t become an animagus, that seems like something you’d do.” A moment later, she leaned forward, intrigued. “Merlin’s beard, don’t tell me you have become an animagus?”

“I can’t imagine, honestly. A quarter of the firstie-horde is one thing, but all of them must be a lot to keep track of. But by all accounts they seem to all be alive and lacking any major crisis, so I’m sure you’ve been doing a wonderful job. And as for Bert, well, I guess that’s understandable. Though I was always the sort of small child who would take a serious person as a personal challenge.” 

Mads took a sip of her butterbeer and ended up laughing into her glass at the image of a young Marie perched on windowsills. “That’s my favorite thing I’ve heard all day, I think.” She shook her head, grinning, “How like a professor to be more annoyed than concerned when one of their first years makes themselves comfortable in the window.” 

She snickered a bit at Marie’s comment, fully aware that Marie enjoyed the ways she spent her time, while being a prefect and committing to play quidditch would drive Mads mad within a week. 

“You can vanish it, most of the speculation concludes that although it’s technically possible to turn yourself into water, it seems unlikely that a witch or wizard’s consciousness would survive the transformation. No where for a brain to go in a puddle, you see. So, even if the puddle was me, I probably wouldn’t be technically alive.” That this was not a particularly pleasant conclusion didn’t seem to occur to Mads, who was completely and utterly fascinated by the theory. 

Marie’s next question had Mads laughing again, and she shook her head. “No, Merlin, I mean I’ve thought about it, but no. I suppose I’ll try eventually just to see if I can, but the process is just so particular and I haven’t convinced myself that it’s worth spending all my time working on just that for months yet. While I’ve got Hogwarts’ library in the same building as I am I might as well use it as much as possible, I think.” 

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“The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.” -Rene Descartes | The New Age Magic Kids Book Club

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“ISN’T IT SPLENDID TO THINK OF ALL THE THINGS THERE ARE TO FIND OUT ABOUT? IT JUST MAKES ME FEEL GLAD TO BE ALIVE- IT’S SUCH AN INTERESTING WORLD.” -L. M. Montgomery | Herbert Dubois | Hufflepuff | Prefect | Captain

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HP AU - The Game Is On - Mads & Sybille

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The Hogsmeade weekend had been delightful so far. Already there had been so much to gossip about back home, who kissed whom, who was abandoned by whom, who got into a fight with whom; it was all frightfully entertaining. Yet, Sybille was still bored, having not partaken in the festivities as the others had. Mellow, was what she had been, buying candy to stockpile and tasting and buying some new tea. No, what she needed was excitement.

The Hog’s Head was deliciously seedy, full of the sorts Sybille loved to people watch and talk to. However, something about the whole town being overrun with students made the atmosphere… a little less interesting than she could have hoped for. Put out, she had seated herself at a booth with a half glass of bad wine a previous customer had kindly bought her, reading a book she had ‘borrowed’ from Armaud’s office, hidden behind the dust cover of a potion book.

The thump of someone sitting down across from her made Sybille jump, bringing her hand to her chest as she quickly closed her book. Mads sat across from her, something wicked and confronting in her eyes. When she spoke, Sybille half expected it to be launching into a debate on magical ethics or ministry reforms,  but she was surprised to find Mads was… flirting with her? No, knowing Mads it couldn’t be a simple desire to simply flirt with her. Not that she wouldn’t blame her. The Ravenclaw had been itching for a fight all weekend, debating shopkeepers on their wares, arguing over prices. Sybille was a much more pleasant person, speaking with sweet words to get what she wanted. And she always got what she wanted.

Mads’ lips looked kissable enough.

“Oh Mads, you surprised me,” Sybille said with a relieved sigh, leaning back in her chair, letting her furlined cloak fall off her shoulders and curl around her arms. She gently placed her book on the table, closer to her so Mads wouldn’t snag it and read it. Ravenclaws. Not that it would be entirely detrimental if she did; Sybille had charmed the dust cover so that if anyone opened the book it covered besides her it would read as filthy smut. Better than hexes.

“I suppose that the uniform is quite restricting, though I wouldn’t call that a bad thing.” She leaned into the table, grinning hungrily at Mads. “Restriction can have its… uses… when appropriately applied of course.”

Mads was in it for the intellectual stimulation, sure, but that didn’t mean that Sybille wasn’t attractive and perfectly aware of the game they were playing. The sigh, the graceful movement, the shrugging of her coat off her shoulders to gather at her elbows. Mads’ eyes practically had no choice but to follow the movement appreciatively even as her smile quirked wider, pleased that her metaphorical gauntlet had been accepted. 

“Pleasantly surprised, I hope. I saw you over here and couldn’t possibly leave without stopping by to say hello.” It was telling that Mads only gave the book a cursory glance, gaze returning to Sybille after seeing it was nothing more interesting than a potions textbook. Under circumstances in which Mads’ attention was less occupied, she likely would’ve been much more curious about it’s contents and what about it merited sitting alone in a dingy pub reading it. As it was, Sybille herself was much more interesting.

Sybille’s response, complete with a grin that could only be described as hungry, elicited a matching smile from Mads, her eyebrows raising. “Oh, a fantastic point- I’ll concede that I apparently hadn’t explored all the potential perspectives on the uniform before speaking. Though I’m hardly surprised you thought of that, you’ve always been so creative, Sybille.” 

Mads leaned back where she sat in the booth, body language a very carefully arranged variety of relaxed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eye contact with Sybille didn’t waver, and her grin echoed Sybille’s own. “As I think about it, there’s more and more evidence supporting the idea of... a deliberate application of restriction. We’ve already touched on robes, but ties, well, they practically beg to be tied to something.” 

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AU1: Sarcasm is the greatest form of wit || Marie + Mads

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Marie grinned as Madeleine joined her, their hair now matching. “I can hardly keep it to myself, can I?” She pretended to pout a little. “So not fair.” She’d always loved watching Madeleine change hair colours and faces, even if she thought she’d be weirded out if Madeline turned into her.

“I’ve been busy with prefect duties and quidditch practice, that’s why you don’t see much of me. Everyone keeps sending the first years to me.” Not that Marie minded. She was good at that part of being a prefect, so it made up for all those other times she wasn’t a model student.

The butterbeers she’d ordered, hoping that Madeleine actually liked them, arrived at the table before Marie could answer the question so she smiled and thanked the waitress before turning to Madeleine again. “Got you a drink, if you want it.”

She took a sip of hers before answering. “I’ve been good. You know me, I’m always good. And busy. Always busy.” Marie hated doing nothing, she had to be actively doing something. Even just sitting here talking, she was twisting the drink in her hands to keep them from playing with her hair or something. It was a bad habit of hers, fidgeting.

“What about you? Where have you been huddled up, studying… what is it you’re interested in now?”

“Good, this way people will look over and be extremely jealous of what’s clearly the coolest booth here. The world would be much more interesting if everyone had very pink hair.” Mads stuck out her tongue at Marie’s response, shifting her hair slightly purple before letting it return to Marie’s soft pink. 

She nodded along, smile widening at the mention of first years. “Oh, I did see you from afar a week or so ago- I stopped counting how many tiny first years you had scrambling after you at a dozen. Figured I probably shouldn’t interrupt, it seemed like you were doing a very good job of herding them somewhere and I thought I’d end up distracting them.” Her tone was joking, though first years- muggleborns especially- did have a habit of staring, open mouthed, if Mads changed her appearance without really thinking about her audience. 

“I feel like I should be the one getting you a drink, I did kind of drag you here, after all. Thanks, Marie, remind me that I owe you.” Mads took the butterbeer cheerfully, “The people watching is unparalleled, but I can also understand why you go other places in Hogsmeade.”

“Busy is a given if you’re a prefect and on the quidditch team. Meanwhile I spend my time relishing my utter lack of responsibility.” 

Mads sipped on her butterbeer and let out an amused half-snort at Marie’s question. “And with that question you’ve doomed yourself. Lately I’ve been reading theories on the extent of human transfiguration, given the fact that we can rearrange matter, or even create sentience with magic. Animagi become animals, I can look like whoever I’d like, but what happens when a person uses the same concepts to turn themselves into something like water? Does the person cease to exist? Is it possible? It’s all theory because as far as anyone knows no-one has wanted to take the chance of trying it out.” 

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“WE ARE SO ACCUSTOMED TO DISGUISING OURSELVES TO OTHERS, THAT, IN THE END, WE BECOME DISGUISED TO OURSELVES” -De La Rochefoucauld | Baltasar Olveda | Slytherin | Seeker

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DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT | Marie Duval | Hufflepuff | Prefect | Beater

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HP AU - The Game Is On - Mads & Sybille

Mads Leclair was notoriously argumentative. Not due to being particularly opinionated, which she was, or because of an antagonistic nature, which she may or may not have had. Mads liked arguments because of the wit they required. Going back and forth, exchanging observations and opinions, being forced to remain mentally on one’s toes. Arguments were slightly more exciting than discussions, generally speaking, which were more entertaining than simple conversation. Flirting though, flirting could rival an argument if done correctly. 

The bar of the Hog’s Head was cool and slightly sticky under Mad’s elbow as she surveyed the patrons. She wanted a repartee, a battle of wits, something to make the Hogsmeade weekend interesting enough to be worthwhile, and flirting was like arguing but less likely to end in a fight, and therefore the perfect past time. She’d probably find her way to the workers of the village’s pubs at some point- she always did, and trying to flirt alcohol out of them was a diversion exactly up Mads’ alley- but Sybille Delacroix was seated across the room, and, well, Mads wasn’t going to pass up that opportunity. 

She crossed the room, smile curving her lips into something anticipatory as she very purposefully hitched her skirt higher on her hips and dropped down into the chair across from the Slytherin. “You know, I’ve come to the conclusion that uniform robes exist for the sole purpose of turning every single student into a shapeless lump, therefore stripping us of both individual identity and, well...” Mads cast a glance around the room at the various uniform-less students in the room before letting her gaze linger on Sybille across the table, smile widening slightly, “doing essentially the opposite of stripping us in every other way.” 

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HP AU - Hogwarts’ Most  Majestic Pets - Mads & Bert

Mads wasn’t particularly concerned by the fact that mid-Potions she’d stuck a hand in her pocket and found it absolutely empty and decidedly toad-less. After all, Tiberius invariably showed up again whenever he disappeared, and the amount of trouble a toad could get into was finite. He’d probably just scare a couple unsuspecting students and stare solemnly out a window for a while. But the last place Mads had seen the toad was the library, and if he was still there, she might as well pick him up and spare him the relatively long leaping journey it would take to return to Ravenclaw tower. And so after Potions, Mads made her way up to the library and began her search. 

A cursory check of the library’s most likely toad-locations came up short, and so Mads turned her attention to the restricted section. Tiberius seemed to have an affinity for the place, happily hopping past the barrier and nestling himself in among books that were liable to scream or fly around flapping their covers at anyone in their paths. He was unmoved in the face of potential danger, in fact, he embraced it. Mads grudgingly respected this. She looked around quickly for witnesses before picking up her pace and slipping into the restricted section unnoticed. 

The first row of precariously stacked books seemed to have no toad among them, and so Mads moved on, turning the corner and registering that there was a person halfway down the row of shelves- getting caught would be annoyingly inconvenient, and so she took a half step back on instinct- just before a small creature seemingly launched itself from the top of the shelf and directly at the unsuspecting person. 

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AU1: Sarcasm is the greatest form of wit || Marie + Mads

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AU1: Sarcasm is the greatest form of wit || Marie + Mads

Marie wasn’t entirely certain how she had let Madeleine convince her to join her at the Three Broomsticks. It wasn’t how Marie usually spent her time in Hogsmeade, much preferring to wander about and look at everything. Still, since her friend had asked her, she’d decided to make a change for once.

Besides, Madeleine was always fun. The two of them could easily sit there and make snarky comments about people for hours, Marie laughing whenever Madeleine made a particularly sly comment. Marie’s jokes tended to run to the more obviously sarcastic side, but she appreciated the cleverness behind Madeleine’s insults.

The two of them had met when Madeleine had set off the books in the Restricted Section, and they’d tried to silence them. Marie wasn’t sure if Madeleine knew that Marie wasn’t exactly supposed to be there either, she’d been hoping to see whether there was a particular book there that supposedly had interesting charms. How she’d get it once she knew, she hadn’t decided, but then a book had started screaming.

When she got to the Three Broomsticks, she couldn’t see Madeleine anywhere, so she found a booth that faced the door and waited, pulling on one of her currently bright pink curls and frowning. Not the right shade. With a quick wave of the wand and a muttered spell, the colour was a slightly softer shade. There, that was better.

Mads pushed through the door and stepped into the Three Broomsticks, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips at the bustling crowd of students displayed before her. Teenagers leaned up against the bar, waiting for drinks or friends, while others stuffed more people than seemed technically possible into cozy booths. Mads rose up on her tip toes to look over the people around the bar, catching sight of Marie in her booth just as the Hufflepuff lifted her wand and changed the colour of her curls. 

Weaving around tables and stray students, Mads’ nose wrinkled slightly in concentration as she made her way over to Marie. By the time she reached the booth and sat down across from her, Mads’ hair matched Marie’s bright pink perfectly. 

She dragged a hand through her hair, pulling a strand out from behind her ear to in front of her face to inspect it. “I love the colour, I hope you don’t mind me borrowing it.” She grinned over across the table at Marie, “I was- well, I was and I am- so happy you said you’d come. We haven’t spoken in far too long, Hogwarts has an annoying knack for creating little pockets of people who you end up seeing constantly, while everyone else only appears bimonthly. How are you doing?”

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HP AU - Hello I am [ ] - OPEN

Mads woke up with shockingly purple hair and a nose that was eerily familiar for the handful of minutes it took to place. His appearance hardly ever changed without his explicit intent at this point, the only exceptions being while he slept and in moments when emotions overruled logic. Humming quietly in thought as he sat perched on the sinks of the Ravenclaw dormitory, studying himself in the mirror, Mads’ expression broke into a grin. If his dream-self deigned to reshape his nose into that of one Professor Armaud Rossignol, well, it was clearly a sign. 

It took only seconds of concentration to turn into an identical copy of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and an extra handful of minutes to place just enough charms on his robes that the Ravenclaw crest disappeared and they lengthened to fit his now taller form. Mads had been told on no uncertain terms that impersonating Hogwarts staff was both against the rules and fairly rude. Mads had been told this more than once, and was something of a serial professor impersonator. But Mads also wanted to have a bit of fun. 

Luckily, the rush to breakfast was at it’s height, and the corridors held a steady stream of students heading to the Great Hall. Mads strolled down the halls in a slightly over-exaggerated interpretation of Armand's stride, and he struggled to hold back a pleased grin as he located his target. 

“You! Yes, you, loitering in the halls whilst you should be in class is explicitly against the rules.” Mads was an exact copy of the DADA professor, but that didn’t mean he was very talented at mimicking voices. And yet, what he lacked in that ability he made up for in enthusiasm, tutting and striding over to the other student, eyes narrowing dramatically. “That’ll be 50 points from your house. Get to class, you degenerate, lazy child. I despair for the future of the world if the entirely of this new generation lacks motivation to this horrendous degree.” He finished his speech with an almost wistful sigh. That it was breakfast and therefore classes weren’t meeting went unmentioned. 

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Hogwarts AU Headcanons!!

Mads was raised by their muggle father, Sebastian, who experienced the magical world in secret for a bit over a year during his relationship with her mother, a pureblooded witch. Their mother’s family didn’t approve of her relationship with a muggle, and had Mads and their father moved from Spain to England after Mads’ birth to distance their mother from the scandal. 

Sebastian hoped to reintegrate easily with the muggle world with his child, but Mads started showing their metamorphmagus abilities at around six months old. He lived in more or less constant fear of Mads’ hair changing color mid-conversation with a green grocer or something similar. 

Among Mads’ mothers’ possessions that they and their father have are some of her old textbooks. Sebastian and Mads learned all they could from them side-by-side.

They are pretty solidly lower middle class, Sebastian works and when Mads was younger they used to get occasional money from their mother’s family, but it’s tricky with a single muggle parent trying to support an occasionally destructive magical child. 

Mads was very nearly a hatstall, partially because the hat was weighing pros and cons of Ravenclaw and Slytherin, and partially because Mads kept distracting it with questions.

Totally purchased a toad before first year because everyone had an owl or a cat, and toads are weird and slimy and watching people’s reactions when you pull one out of your pocket mid conversation is hilarious. Tiberius the toad is still going strong.

As a metamorphmagus, gender always seemed pretty inconsequential to Mads. Sometimes they looked more feminine, sometimes more masculine, and that had nothing to do with how Mads felt unless they deliberately shifted their appearance to mirror the gender they felt more mentally aligned to at any given time. They found the word genderfluid in third year and it fit.

Loves Charms, Ancient Runes, and DADA. Knows a ridiculous amount about divination because they’re kind of an ass and learned all about the subject specifically to make fun of it. Definitely the sort of student who is brilliant but only applies themselves when they’re interested.