I fell into the Bridgerton trap… and I just had to like Theloise (among other Eloise ships). Guess I’m adding what little Theloise art there are in existence.
I be doodling some random girl with a phial and black wand and claiming it’s a young, female Severus Snape when I should be scribbling something about animals. Oh well.
I should not be continuously thinking about it but I darn loved it so much and the soundtrack slaps.
Like seriously, the art was phenomenal and I never skipped a single opening sequence.
(This is what happens when your father drags you with him to binge watch his favourite childhood Chinese action movies… only I transferred it to romance and fantasy and a show or two.)
Credit: iQIYI’s official promotional poster on Wikipedia.
Don’t you just find a community you like so wholesome at times? I feel this with some Discord servers, but I’m also too shy to add/start anything unless I’m really eager. That and I rarely check my non-immediate social media notifications so I end up checking responses or replying 3+ days later…
From Not a Future Missus: Champion of the Ages. (I still prefer my April Fool’s masterpiece.)
“This is stupid,” Ella said. Her arms were crossed as she glared daggers at her textbook. It was opened to a page listing common occurrences during puberty. Eyes landed on the word at the bottom of the list, printed in large, bold letters: URGES (see pg. 40).
Beside Ella, Potter grunted in displeasure; they shared Ella’s textbook for the lesson. It was a shame that she had to trade partners with an occupant of the nearest table, which happened to be Potter and Weasley’s. She didn’t understand why Professor McGonagall decided it would be a good idea to build teamwork, especially since the assignment involved learning more about the pubescent body. Reading embarrassing passages together? The world must be so against the class!
“Why do we need a different partner for this?” Ella whispered harshly. She flipped to page forty, which went into further detail about certain aspects of the teenage body that she didn’t want to know. “The teachers are conspiring against us for their amusement. I’ll bet Professor McGonagall gossips about our embarrassment to the rest of the staff after the end of every lesson.”
Potter rolled his eyes. “And?”
“And?” Ella frowned. She glanced between Potter and the textbook. “It’s humiliating for us. I, for one, don’t need any more of that this early on.”
“I, for one,” Potter drawled in a mockery of Ella’s voice, “wouldn’t mind that. That deal with the ferret was fully deserved. You attacked me!”
“Because you insulted my mother,” Ella hissed. “However you and Weasley interpreted my words, I never intended to slight his parents!”
“Sure you didn’t,” Potter said sarcastically. “Don’t the Malfoys and Weasleys have some feud going on? And with how you’ve been treating us for the past three years, I’m perfectly within rights to assume the worst.”
Ella’s cheeks heated in her frustration. She looked down, finding her fists clenched on her lap. “Alright, but leave my mother out of this. Insult me back, I—I don’t care, but don’t bring her into whatever conflicts we have.”
“And you leave the Weasleys out of it,” Potter said softly. From Ella’s peripheral vision, however, she could tell his expression was tense. “And don’t think I forgot what you said about my parents that train ride on our first year. You’re not as innocent as you like to think.”
Ella looked at Potter, confused. She didn’t remember much during that encounter besides the fact that she was chosen over Weasley.
“Even if I did,” she said, “I still meant no harm with that Ministry article; I know I tend to sound more biting, but I’ve been doing it for years. I’m just saying, they tend to overlook Arthur Weasley or anyone with a lower position. Or Rita Skeeter does. But . . . objectively speaking, they looked happy. I know the Weasleys are poor—yes, I’ll say it—and their house looks in need of major fixing, but they looked . . .”
Warm. Like a very caring couple, and it was no wonder Potter attached himself so easily to them. But Ella refused to voice that. That would make her appear soft.
“Looked what?” Potter’s bespectacled eyes were on Ella’s. She wanted to look away, but she didn’t. Potter lacked the incomprehensible sorrow she once saw, replaced with honest curiosity (if a bit tinged with suspicion), and it sparked an odd interest in her.
Ella licked her lips. “Looked . . .”
“Mr. Potter, Miss Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall interrupted quietly. Ella’s mouth snapped shut, and she found Professor McGonagall standing in front of them with a disapproving look. “This is no time for miscellaneous discussions. I am certain you remember the assignment that comes after?”
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I don't count the prologue as the first chapter, so I guess it's chapter 9?
(This is a test post similar to those blogs. Simply curious to how it would work when I type my thoughts. Not bad so far lol)
Honestly, the chapter is going to be super long (40k+ words), and with that in mind, I'm sorta dreading how long the chapter covering the 5th yr will be. I feel sorta bad for the readers (srry, if u do read this lol), but I also don't care much cuz I'm sticking to the format of 1 chapter per school yr.
I've been fluctuating between working on Not a Future Missus and continuing planning this x-over fic I have posted (also on my AO3) for two diff. fandoms. Gosh, I also have so many other ideas for HP fics, including a Tom Riddle Sr-centric fic (one of those what-ifs in which Sr. raises pre-Voldy Tom) and a Drarry fic with the Veela!Draco trope (or a Veela!Draco fic with Drarry?), both of which I'm likely to type out; there's also a possible "spin-off" w/ NaFM, but employing time travel??? Idek anymore lol! But goodness the HP world has so much potential despite its numerous controversies (which I won't bring up cuz I'm not looking to start a war).
And sadly (maybe not for some ppl), no Dramione plans as of yet. Yes, I ship it as much as Drarry (don't hate on me now, or at least do it without a word cuz I'm a multi-shipper who refuses to fight over ships), though I haven't been reading much Dramione fics nowadays... or Drarry, since I fandom jump quite a bit.
Anyway, maybe I'll get rid of some scenes, or I'll keep it as it is (my fic, my management muhaha), but I maybe possibly probably perhaps should just make Harry and Ella/fem!Draco kiss each other and type the "23 yrs later" epilogue and be done with the fic LMAO! (April 1, 2024 plans???? If it's still incomplete by then???)
What hobbies do I even have at this point, besides reading/writing fanfics? The occasional doodle/drawing, certainly. And maintaining my Duolingo streak????
To whoever reads this honest-to-goodness sorta-long post, srry for the chaotic writing/typing! Just blurting this out before sleepy time LOL! (Sleep deprivation sure is making me taaalk and I'm probably gonna cringe the next time I see this if ever lmaoo)
Well, if anyone reading this post (and my fic) has proceeded this far, have a preview I may/may not include/edit for the next chapter!
“What’s the point of this task if we can’t even watch?” Ella grumbled as she glared at the lake. The waters were still as the second task progressed, with only an occasional ripple on the surface. The crowd chattered as they awaited the champions, but Ella was growing impatient.
It had been months since the Yule Ball, and the Scottish Highlands were slowly readying for the coming spring. There was still a noticeable chill in the air, but that didn’t stop the continuation of the Triwizard Tournament. The second task had begun half an hour ago, and to say the least, the surface-dwelling spectators were growing bored.
“If only they used Muggle filming methods,” Tracey said disappointedly from Ella’s right side. “They have these cameras, and you can connect them to these screens that project what’s happening through the lenses. It’s like our moving pictures, but everything happens in real time. I’ve been told about them sometimes.”
“Somebody needs to invent a spell like that if they haven’t already,” Ella said.
Casual conversations continued as time passed. At this point, everyone was preoccupied with each other, with only a few occasional glances towards the water. During the wait, Pansy ended up braiding Ella’s hair, before tying it and switching to Daphne. Why everyone had to get up at nine o’clock in the morning to stand in the cold and watch a lake was Ella’s main concern, but this was one of the more boring days compared to the last few years.
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