5 times Sirona Ryan and Mirabel Garlick tried to hide their relationship from their students, and the one time they didn't care
A/N: Been really excited for this one since I learned that Mirabel considered quitting Hogwarts because she didn't fit in, but Sirona helped her.
TW: mild period-specific homophobia and transphobia (NOT FROM THE STUDENTS) aside from this it's very fluffy
Sirona Ryan wondered if the unease she felt staring at the enormity of the Hogwarts castle gates would ever go away.
Once a month, the witch took some time to travel around England, and occasionally neighboring countries, to other inns and pubs to try new drinks and food items that she could potentially use to expand the Three Broomsticks menu. Keeping things fresh and the happiness of her clientele has been her top priority since she took over as the proprietor.
This month’s adventure took her a little closer to home, right in front of the gates of the place that held an equal amount of bad memories as it did good. This is the place where she had endured years of bullying, but also met some of her closest friends who remained important people in her life.
It was a happy occasion right now, since she decided to pay a visit to her girlfriend, the title which she still had a hard time believing was real, and brought a giddy smile to her face every time it crossed her mind.
Normally, she’d send her request for ingredients via her owl, but with O.W.L. exams coming up, Mirabel was stuck working late, providing extra mentoring to students in need, and helping to keep track of the projects and experiments being done by her more capable students. Sirona missed her dearly and wanted to make this request in person (and maybe see her face as well).
She got her bearings and pushed the door open, making her way through the hallways. Some students gave her strange looks, probably wondering what she was doing so far from Hogsmeade; others gave her shy smiles and friendly waves, which she gratefully returned.
Students had just begun to filter out by the time she arrived. Sirona let the classroom empty out before entering.
Mirabel was looking slightly distressed as she lectured two students covered in dirt.
“You have to be more careful with your Fanged Geraniums! We don’t want to send letters home to your parents telling them you lost a finger or two.”
The dissheveled Slytherin student with double braids reached for her haphazardly potted plant, which in turn snapped at her hand. She yanked it back and tried holding it out of snapping range. Sirona watched her hold the plant as far as physically possible from her body and then place it on the table with everyone else’s.
A Ravenclaw boy with fair hair in a similar state of disarray gathered his books in a hurry. Sirona thought she recognized him from the few Quidditch matches she has shown up to in order to support her own house. She was glad to see Ravenclaw accomplish great things after her graduation. “We are very sorry, Professor Garlick.”
“Sorry about the mess.” The Slytherin girl parroted before they both chased after their friends, who were no doubt already halfway to their next classes.
“Trouble with students?” Sirona asked.
“I am worried about those two.” Mirabel let out a sigh, casting a spell to clean up all the dirt from the floor and the tables. “It’s like the plants hate them, but all my plants are like children; they thrive in the right care.”
She took out her own wand and cleaned off a streak of dirt from her girlfriend’s clothes that were otherwise always neat and well taken care of. “I am sure they will figure it out.”
After making sure the classroom was in an acceptable condition for the next class, Mirabel finally gave Sirona a smile and caught her in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you! What are you doing here? What about the Three Broomsticks?”
“I missed you too.” Sirona chuckled. “It’s my day off, I thought I would pay you a visit and see how things were going in the castle. You’ve been so busy with teaching. Oh, I also had a request.”
“Anything for you! How can I be of assistance?”
“I was thinking of experimenting with Osmanthus in some of the Three Broomsticks’ drinks. I don’t know if you grow them here or how long it would take to grow from scratch.”
Mirabel mused to herself for a second. “Not at the moment, but I just might have some seeds from an old colleague of mine I met at a conference! Wonderful wizard with a huge forearm scar from a Cobra Lily. Tricky plant, that one, definitely needs a swift and graceful hand to deal with it-“
Sirona wished she was half as passionate about anything in her life as Mirabel was about Herbology. She was quite the Quidditch player back in her day, but that was behind her now that she picked the Three Broomsticks over anything else.
"I've truly missed you." Mirabel's words shook her from her thoughts. She was always better at expressing her feelings.
"I've missed you too." Sirona sighed.
Always so confident and straightforward. Her Mirabel.
Somehow, even with clear permission, Sirona felt a bit shy as she pulled her girlfriend closer. She was warm under her touch, and her smile did something to Sirona's heart that she hoped she would never lose. She always wanted Mirabel to make her feel like flying.
She leaned in for the kiss, feeling the other inhale sharply when the door to the greenhouses let out an awful sound, as if the castle was alive and it was being tortured.
The two of them jumped away from each other, heart hammering in her chest.
"I've meant to oil those old hinges," Mirabel grumbled to herself and looked toward the door. "Ah, Ms. Winterald, how may I help you today?"
The Hufflepuff student with a prominent silver streak in her hair stood by the doorway, surveying the scene before deciding to approach. "Professor Garlick, am I interrupting?"
"Not at all, I was just leaving." Sirona lied, beconing the student in. "I'll see you another time… professor."
The student nodded her goodbye. "Professor, I understood the lecture, but I still had a couple of more technical questions-"
When Sirona was finally outside the greenhouses, she let out a sigh. They really had to be a bit more careful. She didn't want to put Mirabel's career in jeopardy. If Headmaster Black got word of this through student gossip, he would use that as fuel, on top of her Muggleborn heritage, to try to get her fired.
Mirabel Garlick loved spring, mostly because she got to see her plants and students thrive everywhere, but also because it meant she could wear her nicest skirts and dresses to class, and also when going into Hogsmeade to run errands or visit Sirona.
Today was a day she did both.
She headed up the bridge to the Magic Neep, greeting Timothy Teasdale warmly. The two of them engaged in a lengthy conversation about alternate uses of Fluxweed in potion making and in medicine, and picked up some more fertilizer that she hoped would last her students until the end of the year. Between her fifth years doing OWL examinations and sixth and seventh years working on their NEWT studies, her resources for the year were wearing thin.
Bidding him goodbye, she headed to the Three Broomsticks for her second errand.
She pushed the doors open to the pub and stopped in the doorway, blinking in surprise.
The Three Broomsticks was packed to the brim, every table filled with Hogsmeade patrons or visiting Hogwarts students. Some were celebrating among friends, some had books out, studying for the upcoming exams. Mirabel couldn't wrap her mind around how any of her precious flowers could learn anything in a place with such loud noise levels.
Sirona was whirling around tables, busy at work. She looked in her element, wiping a table down with a rag which she then threw over her shoulder, and then using her wand in her pocket to conjure three more mugs for the table in the back. One of the patrons stopped her and rattled off an order for a party of four, which she acknowledged with a nod.
Mirabel decided to take a seat at the bar and figured she would wait the crowd out. She didn't have anything planned for today, aside from a few check-ins with her older students.
It didn't take Sirona too long to notice her. Mirabel figured she was hard to miss with her colorful attire and wide-brimmed straw hat. Her red hair was in a single braid today, decorated with a few flowers tucked in here and there.
"I'll be with you in a moment," Sirona shot her a glance when she walked behind the counter to get more Butterbeer. Mirabel smiled at her brightly, watching her turn away and then back again. "Oh my gods, Mirabel, you came at a bad time, we are very busy."
"Take your time, love, I have most of the afternoon."
Sirona shot her a smile and went back to work.
Mirabel continued watching the same scenes play out: cleaning tables, delivering more food and drinks, and chatting with patrons. Except this time, Sirona kept shooting her glances, as if she had a hard time believing she was here, or maybe she was afraid Mirabel would give up and leave.
As much as she hated the loud and busy environments (plants thrived in quiet places with lots of sunlight and love), she had to admit Sirona was in her element here.
She remembered how badly her girlfriend wanted to take over after the last owners and how happy she was when she got it. It was impressive how she managed to make things more efficient while also staying true to what the Three Broomsticks was really about, friends coming together and nurturing relationships.
When things quieted down, Sirona took her rightful place behind the bar. "And anything I can get you today?"
"Just a Gillywater, please." She responded.
"What brings you to the Three Broomsticks during rush hour?"
Mirabel scrunched her nose and accepted her drink. "I didn't realize you were so busy on a weekend."
"Most students come during the weekend. They surely can't come in during weekdays." Sirona joked.
"Anyway, I brought what you asked! Evelyne helped research the proper care for it since it's an Eastern plant, so it took a bit of adjustment in a part of the greenhouse, but we got it done!" She hauled her basket on top of the table, dug around for a bit for a pouch, and then presented it with a grin. "Ta da! Your Osmanthus is grown and ready to be experimented with."
"Oh, I could have picked it up myself, Mirabel-"
"Nonsense!" She interrupted, pushing the pouch into Sirona's hands, which she gratefully took and inspected. "It is an amazingly beautiful spring day to be out in Hogsmeade, and I was coming here anyway for fertilizer."
"Alright, would you like to come in?" Sirona said, and Mirabel detected a hint of awkwardness in her tone.
She gave her girlfriend a blank smile, making her sputter and continue. "I meant, come to the back. With me. I could show you what I am working on."
"Ah, of course!" Mirabel brightened up. She stood up and smoothed her skirt out. "Lead the way."
Sirona led her to a single wooden door behind the bar, which opened up to a storage room. Bottles upon bottles lined the shelves on one side, while the other stocked clean glasses and plates.
"They mostly use it in desserts and tea, but I was wondering if I could put it in whiskey. It would enhance the flavor." She turned to one of the shelves and pulled out a plate of pastries. "Here. I got this from Steeply & Sons just this morning."
She took a pastry eagerly and ate it in two bites. The dough was just chewy enough to add an interesting texture, and the fluffy frosting tasted of lavender. "It's really good."
"Now imagine the same pastry, but the flavor gets elevated by the Osmanthus," Sirona explained, excited.
"I am almost certain it will be amazing, you will do great, my love."
There was a hint of blush on Sirona's cheeks now, masked by the darkness of the storage room. She was doing the thing where she was trying to hide her smile, which Mirabel thought was adorable.
"There is a little, uh…" Sirona reached out to wipe a little bit of frosting that seemed to have gotten its way into her upper lips.
"Oh my, I apologize, I usually don't make messes."
She noticed Sirona looking at her intensely, hand slipping down to cup her cheek, and oh.
Mirabel missed being intimate with her girlfriend, they had both been so busy that they barely had any time to spend together. She thought back to that day in the greenhouses when she wanted to steal a quick kiss but was interrupted by one of her students.
She gave a small smile for reassurance and put her hands on Sirona's hips, leaning in for a kiss.
The storage room door cracked open just a bit, and the two of them broke apart quicker than lightning.
Two Hufflepuff students stuck their heads in, looking confused.
"Auri? Evie? What are you two doing here?" Mirabel asked, adjusting her hat.
"Sorry, professor." Evie apologized. She seemed oblivious to whatever was going on, but Auri had their eyes narrowed, giving the two of them a quizzical look. "Some patrons got in an argument, and we were getting worried."
"I know exactly who you are talking about. Don't worry, I'll take care of it." She put the pouch on one of the shelves. "Sorry, Mirabel, we can catch up another time."
Sirona and Evie disappeared outside. Auri stayed and looked like they were going to say something, but decided not to.
When everyone had left, Mirabel let out a defeated sigh, lifting her fingers to where Sirona wiped off the frosting.
After weeks of tampering with the pastries and drinks, Sirona finally felt confident enough to pack together a basket full of food to try and make her way back to the castle.
She scheduled her visit so that she would arrive just after Mirabel's class would end and planned to stay in the greenhouses to have her try everything at least once and give feedback. It was also an excuse to see her girlfriend simply because she missed her.
Her good mood was unfortunately interrupted by a voice she hadn't heard since she graduated.
"Oh, Mist- uhhh. Ryan." Headmaster Black sputtered not so eloquently.
He was one of the professors at Hogwarts who hadn't respected Sirona's transition, always misgendering her, whether by ignorance or spite, it did not matter, and she had to fight for herself every year, correcting him whenever she had to. "Headmaster."
She held his scrutinizing gaze as he sized her up, seemingly lost at what to say.
"Good to see that all that," he gestured at her, "wasn't a phase."
Not the worst thing he could have possibly said, and it was progress, but she still felt the need to set him straight. "It has never been a phase, it's who I have always been. It just took me a bit to realize."
He waved her away, embarrassed. "You run along now."
Sirona huffed but tried to get the interaction out of her mind. She was going to see Mirabel.
She pushed the door to the greenhouses open quietly, slipping in and letting it close behind her.
Students were putting their pots away, or chatting with friends, ready to leave already.
Mirabel gave her a smile and a wave of her hand, which Sirona had returned.
When most of the students had already left, she moved to talk to her, but she got intercepted by a blonde girl sporting Gryffindor colors.
"Professor Garlick, do you have a moment?"
Mirabel shot Sirona a glance, who shrugged in response. She could wait for the students to ask her questions.
What she didn't expect was fifteen minutes of in-depth discussion about the different uses of Wormwood.
"But would a different way of processing it make it more potent?" She asked.
"Ms. O'Connell, you must be careful, while potency is a valued trait in potion making, in large quantities it is poisonous." Mirabel informed her gently.
The Gryffindor girl seemed to consider that for a moment and then nodded, conceding her point. "That's all I wanted to know. You have a good day, Professor."
The two of them watched her gather her books and run along.
"Passionate students, you have this year." Sirona remarked, putting the basket down.
"For sure, they have shown much growth this year." She grinned. "What's this?"
"The Osmanthus you have grown is so versatile. I've been putting it in everything and just testing the taste of it. I put together a sampler for us to enjoy." She opened the basket and started presenting her new lineup.
"Oh, this is wonderful!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around Sirona, who was giggling with excitement. She cupped her cheek and leaned in when-
The sound of the door opening made them break apart.
Two students stood in the doorway, mirroring twin looks of confusion.
The Hufflepuff student on the right had unmistakable white streaks in her dark hair, and the Ravenclaw student on her other side had short hair and a sizable scar on the cheek.
"Lyra, Julia, what are you doing here? Did you guys leave your quills here?" Mirabel asked, clearly not expecting the intrusion.
"It's 4 o'clock, Professor." The Hufflepuff student spoke politely. "We sent an owl last week. You agreed to help us prepare some ingredients for our Potions projects for Sharp's class."
Confusion turned into realization. "I remember now! You guys needed supervision for some of the plants."
"I can just go," Sirona assured when she saw Mirabel's smile drop. "I will see you another time, Mirabel."
When she got to the door, the Ravenclaw student refused to move for a moment, giving her a strange look.
After a bit, she spoke. "Happy for you two."
Sirona nodded with tight-lipped smile, watching her join the other student in engaging in a discussion.
After she closed the door behind her, she let out a hopeful sigh. She was glad there was support for them out there, even if it came from unexpected sources.
Mirabel rarely had free time to herself.
Herbology was a required class taken across the first five years of Hogwarts curriculum, and then proceeded to be a popular NEWTs level subject across most Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students, so she rarely got breaks from it. In addition to that, most plants required care every single day.
She was lucky enough to find one morning when classes were in session, but she herself had no class to hold, and decided to go into Hogsmeade for a visit.
She had owled Sirona in advance, who told her that she could get her assistant to run the Three Broomsticks in the meantime, since they are not very busy in the morning on school days. That would give them plenty of time to walk around Hogsmeade and enjoy their quiet morning off.
When Mirabel arrived at the pub, Sirona was already waiting outside. She was wearing a skirt Mirabel hadn't seen before, and a nicer long sleeve. She wondered if she came to work looking prettied up, or if she changed just for their date.
When she spotted her, Sirona gave a shy smile. "Good morning."
Her girlfriend looked stunned for a second and averted her gaze, a dark blush dusting her cheeks. Mirabel loved seeing her usually self-assured lover suddenly look shy and clueless.
"Thank you. Shall we go?"
The two of them linked arms, and to anyone watching, they looked like a couple of friends and enjoyed their date.
They went to get some drinks and pastries at Steeply and Sons, paid a visit to Mr. Pippin to chat about his plans for the summer, and reminisce about their Hogwarts years while splitting a box of Every Flavored Beans.
They got near Ollivanders, and for a blessed moment, it seemed like the two of them were alone.
"I've had a good time today." Garlick reflected.
"Me too, it's so rare to see the village so quiet."
Mirabel reached up to brush a stray piece of hair behind Sirona's ear, and her girlfriend leaned into the touch.
She shifted closer, glancing at Sirona's lip,s and closed her eyes-
The store bell next to them rang, announcing the exit of customers. "Thank you Mr. Weeks, see you on Saturday!"
They broke apart, Mirabel scowling at the intrusion until she spotted the three Gryffindor students piling out of Spintwitches Sporting Needs.
The leader of the pack, Thomas Astbury, was tossing a Quaffle up into the air and then catching it.
"Mr. Asbury, if my memory serves me right, the fifth years have classes at the moment. Care to explain what you three are doing here?" She scolded.
"We have permission from Kogawa." He shrugged, tossing the ball again.
"The Quaffle we were practicing with was old, and the stitching came apart, so we were told to get a new one." Clementine Ross, one of Mirabel's more passionate student added, stealing the Quaffle out of Thomas' hands on the next toss.
"Is this true Mr. Lewis?" She asked skeptically and heard Sirona snicker from behind her.
William grinned at her. "Would it be so bad if a couple of Gryffindors went and caused a bit of trouble during school hours?"
"Hey!" Clementine protested.
"It's true." He amended. "We were sent by Kogawa for some supplies. Clementine had to drag Thomas out of there."
"Let them go Mirabel, we got up to our fair share of trouble when we were students." Sirona put a hand on her shoulder, and she conceded.
The three of them made for the edge of the village, waving at them and saying their goodbyes.
"Goodbye Professor Garlick, enjoy your date!" Thomas yelled before hopping on his broom and chasing after his friends.
"These students and their assumptions." She huffed to herself, but Sirona let out a chuckle.
"Maybe they are just not blind, Mirabel. I thought attentiveness was a good trait to have when looking after plants."
"It is! Speaking of plants, I need to get back and water the Sopophorous Beans. Evelyne might not have time today because of her history exam." She looked around, but the street was magically filled by townsfolk now, so she had to refrain from being affectionate. "I will see you another day?"
"Of course." Sirona nodded, and the two parted ways.
Their next meeting was a date they set up in Mirabel's room at Hogwarts.
Sirona once again prepared her refined selection of pastries and some alcoholic drinks she couldn't exactly bring her during class time, even if her girlfriend did handle her alcohol rather well for someone with her build.
The evening started off great, Sirona talked about the clientele's reception of the new menu items and the monthly Hogsmeade shopkeepers' association meeting that happened earlier that day. Beatrice Green, the owner of Dogweed and Deathcap, has proposedthat she be allowed to keep outdoor plants, which was opposed by nearly all the shopkeepers.
"Plants are retaliatory beings," Mirabel explained. "If you treat them well and give them the care they deserve, they thrive. They only attack you if you mistreat them. If students lose a finger or two, it's their fault."
Sirona chuckled, not wanting to argue that even if students are good with plants, not everyone has Mirabel's uncanny ability to charm every plant that she came across.
Mirabel then proceeded to tell her about some of her students' successful projects and the few unsuccessful ones as well.
Over the course of the night, the two got a bit more intoxicated. Nothing compared to the parties they would attend in their 7th year at Hogwarts, but Sirona felt the pleasant buzz of alcohol in her system and didn't seem to keep her eyes off of her girlfriend, who had her hair down for this occasion instead of her signature double braids.
"And then I was like," she slammed her cup on the table to emphasize her point. "Damien, you must have a bit more patience with the Gernaium if you don't want to lose an eye."
Sirona nodded along, surveying the liquid in her own cup when Mirabel suddenly stood up.
"If you excuse me, I must use the restroom."
She headed for her bedroom when a loose floorboard tripped her.
Sirona moved quickly, catching her girlfriend just before she hit the floor. Mirabel giggled as she helped her stand.
With her arms around her neck, she smiled brightly at her. Sirona figured that's why all the plants liked Mirabel so much, she was sunshine personified.
"I love you." She muttered, leaning in for a kiss.
There was a knock on the door, and Mirabel let out a loud, frustrated sound that Sirona didn't even think she was capable of.
She steadied herself on her feet, slipping from Sirona's arms, and made her way to her door. "Who at this hour-"
At the door stood a student in her plain nightgown, looking alarmed at the sight. Sirona didn't need the snake on the crest and green colors to recognize this one, as she was one of her hardest workers and favorite summertime employees.
Evelyne Lavandin looked back and forth between them with a calculating expression, probably wondering what her guardian and employer were up to, half intoxicated on a Friday night.
"What's wrong, little bud? Is Imelda being loud again?" Mirabel seemed to sober up in an instant.
"Am I interrupting something?" She muttered, taking a cautious step back.
"Please do come in, you know we don't bite." Sirona joked, motioning her in. "Well, some of Mirabel's plants do."
She refused to move an inch from her spot by the door, but she did turn to look at Mirabel. "One of the Screechsnaps is causing a ruckus. Students have been complaining."
"I told that one, there is no need to be scared of the dark!" She fussed, grabbing for her robe by the door. "Sorry, Sirona, I will be back in a bit."
"Take your time." Sirona sighed, defeated.
As Mirabel walked out the door, Evelyne gave Sirona a clear look of warning.
Sirona held up her hands in surrender as a response and figured the two of them were really bad at hiding their relationship. Or Evelyne was just exceptionally perceptive, which was on brand for the Slytherin girl. She was one of the most capable students Sirona had ever met and worked with.
When the door closed behind them, she let out a defeated sigh and got to cleaning the table so Mirabel wouldn't have to worry about it later.
Sirona invited Mirabel to the Three Broomsticks on the Sunday they officially released the new menu to the public. So naturally, she put on a nice outfit and went to support her girlfriend on her big day.
When she entered, the Three Broomsticks was already overflowing with patrons and students alike, it seemed some shopkeepers even closed early to try and get a taste of what Sirona was adding. Sirona waved her over when she saw her.
“I saved you a spot here at the bar.” She smiled.
“Oooo, front row seats.” Mirabel remarked as she sat down.
Mirabel watched as the orders kept pouring in, and how joyous Sirona looked at all of the positive feedback that she had received.
Just like a plant, thriving in her element and receiving plenty of love.
She returned to the bar when people actually started eating and drinking rather than ordering.
“Everyone looks very happy.”
“I know, tonight can be chalked up as a success.” Sirona beamed, and Mirabel really wanted to kiss her. There was nothing greater in the world than sharing the joy and success with a loved one.
She looked around the room, noting how everyone was enjoying their money’s worth, with no one looking at them.
“What’s wrong?” Sirona asked, confused.
“Come here.” She leaned over the counter of the bar, dragging Sirona closer to her.
One more look at the people around them, and she leaned to kiss her girlfriend.
“Sirona, could we get some refills-”
Mirabel ignored her meddlesome students this time and finally pressed her lips to Sirona’s, who stood shocked for a moment before kissing her back.
“This is interesting.” Remarked another voice.
When they pulled apart, Mirabel turned to look at her students.
Nettie had her mouth slightly open in shock, two Butterbeer mugs clutched in gloved hands. Beside her, Rayna sported a knowing smirk instead.
Sirona took a second to collect herself. “Refill on Firewhiskey?”
“Butterbeer, my dear.” Mirabel chided. “Please don’t give strong alcohol to my fifth years.”
She took the mugs from the red-headed Hufflepuff girl’s hands and turned around to give them a refill.
“How long has this been going on?” Rayna asked, seemingly pleased with this information.
“Didn’t I teach you not to be pushy with your plants? Patience is crucial for Herbology.”
Before the dark-haired girl could answer, Sirona returned with the mugs now full.
Nettie accepted the drinks and leaned over to Rayna, whispering. “I heard rumors but didn’t want to assume anything.”
“The Ravenclaws have been betting on this for weeks now.” The other shrugged and gave them a slight smile.
After they left, she turned to Sirona. “Were we that bad at hiding it?”
“Maybe,” she chuckled, cleaning a cup out with her rag. “That and this batch of students have been wonderfully bright in my opinion.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” She laughed and kissed Sirona on the cheek this time.
Thank you for everyone letting me use their OCs and give back to this wonderful community! Here is the roll call by section.
Double braided Slytherin Herbology disaster is my own Rena Horvath
The other fair-haired Ravenclaw Herbology disaster-in-crime is @theladyofshalott1989 's Damien Evans!
The Hufflepuff girl with the silver streak is @fukae-flwr 's Edith Winterald!
The Hufflepuff friends at Hogsmeade belong to @rypnami and @rosewoodcafe. Thank you for letting me borrow Auri and Evie. <3
The wonderfully inquisitive blonde Gryffindor girl Scarlett O'Connell (I couldnt find your character sheet so I included the fic link), who likes chatting with Professor Garlick, belongs to @sallowedheart.
The potions girlies who recognize the importance of Herbology in their craft are @franciswitchcraft 's Hufflepuff, Lyra Esmeray and @superconductivebean 's Ravenclaw, Julia Wright!
The awesome Gryffindor squadron consists og @negorizryoda 's Thomas Astbury, @gatypookster 's Clementine Ross and @eggzeroni 's William Lewis!
Evelyne Lavandin belongs to the talented @libellule-ao3, Mirabel is her legal guardian in her fic, and also in this Pride Week project of mine. She's also mentioned in sections 2 and 4, I believe, because I figured Mirabel would bring her up.
Last but not least, our favorite redheaded, gloved Hufflepuff girl, Nettie, belongs to @ladyofsappho, and the dark-haired Ravenclaw girl, Rayna, is once again @eggzeroni 's.
Thank you everyone again for letting me use them in my project! (If i messed anything up please let me know)
