moose's next gen baes

[brodyfinnegan]

Dominiquereally was a perfectionist. With an older sister like Victoire, she had to be.She needed to step into the light, get out of her sister’s shadow… It wasn’tthat easy for her. She worked hard to be the best. She had to be. She didn’treally have a choice in the matter. “You sound cocky, it’s gross.”Dominique shrugged her shoulders, not really wanting to banter with Teaganright now. She wanted to practice. She had a charm to use on the quaffles readyand everything. “That’s not going to happen.” Dominique spoke bluntlywhen Teagan said she wanted the pitch to herself, “I’m here. I need topractice.”

[roxyweasleys]

If there were two things Teagan knew about herself it was that she took Quidditch too seriously, and that she was too confident in herself. Neither were something that she was particularly proud of, but she was the child of two Quidditch stars. Even if she’d only been the daughter of Oliver Wood, she wouldn’t have stood a chance. Her mother didn’t help matters. It’s gross. Teagan couldn’t help but frown as Dominique said that, crossing her arms across her chest defensively. “You’re really not fun when you’re being serious, you know that?” Even though Dominique was trying to get rid of her, that didn’t stop Teagan from continuing to follow her to the pitch.

[brodyfinnegan]

Expectationsfor Hugo Weasley were higher than he wanted them to be. They always had beenand he was honestly sick of it. He didn’t want to have to deal with them, butdue to uncontrollable circumstances, he had to. It was unfortunate. He tried todo his best sometimes, but it was just way too much effort for him. He groanedas Alice spoke and condemned his tactic, “I’m also the son of Ron Weasley.Brave as hell, but not the sharpest quill out there.” He raised an eyebrowas Alice gave him a suggestion of a whole new section to add, “That soundslike way more research than I’m willing to do… Effort and I… We don’t mesh.”

[roxyweasleys]

Despite the glory her father had brought the Longbottom name, no one really had high expectations for either Alice or her brother. That was a big part of what drove Alice’s ambitions; she wanted to remind everyone how much worth the Longbottom name held. “You really ought to have more faith in yourself, Hugo,” Alice pointed out, though it was something she’d told him countless times. “Your bravery is certainly admirable, but that doesn’t mean you’re not smart.” Alice had always seen the potential in him, even if he denied it was there. “But I suppose I should be giving you points for not asking to copy mine this time, shouldn’t I?”

[brodyfinnegan]

Hugo knew that being the son of Hermione Granger meant that he had a lot to live up to academically. He was supposed to be the best and the brightest, but he just didn’t have the focus to do what needed to be done. He tried, but he just lost it and got bored and tried to find something else to do. That was why he had ended up in the library. He figured being alone in the library would get a lot more work done than when he was in the common room with all of his friends.

He was supposed to be writing a foot of parchment about grindylows, and he had been working on it for way longer than was necessary for an essay of that length. But the library was still full of distractions. The shushing, the whispering, the walking… Hugo didn’t know how to work with it. He raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw a finger move towards his paper, and he looked up and smiled slightly when he saw Alice Longbottom, “I figure if all my misspelled words have extra letters, it adds more length.” He leaned back and stretched slightly, “But hi to you too.”

[roxyweasleys]

Alice wasn’t entirely sure where she’d gotten her habit of being a know-it-all from. It wasn’t a quality either of her parents possessed, and it certainly wasn’t anything her brother had exhibited either. They were laid back and modest, where as Alice was the first to shout out and answer, always wanting people to both notice and validate her. It wasn’t the best quality, she knew, but she was glad she had people like Hugo who willingly put up with it.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his reasoning, instead glancing over the rest of his essay. “That will only get you another line at most. No one’s going to believe you’re stupid enough to make too many mistakes.” He was Hermione Granger’s son, after all. “You could add a section on their classification as a dark creature due to their occasional habit of eating human flesh,” she suggested with a shrug. Finding it fascinating herself, a good portion of her essay had delved into that.

[brodyfinnegan]

Dominique Weasley wasn’t like the other Weasleys, at least, she was pretty sure she wasn’t. She was overly competitive, she needed to be the best in everything, and whenever she wasn’t? She reacted horribly. There was also the fact that she wasn’t a ginger and she wasn’t a Gryffindor. Those things also made her stand out quite a bit. Part of her tried so hard because she needed to claw her way out of her big sister’s shadow. Victoire was always the dream child, and Dominique was always stuck in her shadow. That was one of the reasons she was out at the Quidditch pitch when everyone else seemed to be away doing anything else.

Except - apparently - Teagan Wood. Of course the other girl was there working on her game. Her jaw immediately clenched as she mentioned Ravenclaw’s loss. It hadn’t been that bad. They had been ahead in goals before little Lily Potter caught the damn snitch. Dominique prided herself on being one of the best keepers in Hogwarts, and that game had proven it. “It wasn’t that bad. We only lost because of the snitch.” She retorted, shrugging her shoulders and trying not to let the Slytherin girl get to her. “But clearly you felt the need to practice. Nervous to face us?”

[roxyweasleys]

While Teagan had always tried to keep her ego in check, sometimes she found it difficult when it came to Quidditch. While her mother was more humble about her talents for the game, she’d grown up listening to her father boast about all the amazing saves he’d made over the years. When she wasn’t on the pitch, begging her father to let her borrow his broom, Teagan had spent her time in the stands, cheering on her father as he played for Puddlemere United. Quidditch was in her blood, it coursed through her veins. As did her father’s overconfidence when it came to the game, apparently.

“Maybe your Seeker could use a bit of training before you play us then,” Teagan teased, the smile still on her lips. “Ours is one of the best.” With all the rigorous training they’d gone through so far this season, Teagan would have been disappointed if they were anything but the best. “Nervous?” she scoffed with a shake of her head. “I don’t get nervous.” Okay, perhaps she got nervous; she had big shoes to fill, after all. But she would admit it over her dead body. “Just wanted the pitch to myself for a while, actually.”

[roxyweasleys]

While James saw his mother’s face looking back at him every time he glanced in a mirror, he’d heard more times than he could count that he was exactly like his father. Considering how proud he was of the Potter last name, James was all too happy to hear it. He had a prechant for finding trouble without ever looking for it, and he’d heard from every teacher to ever put him in detention that his father was the same way. It made him feel somewhat better whenever he was writing lines or helping polish the gold in the trophy room; it wasn’t as though his parents could be mad at him after their track record at Hogwarts.

Practically dragging himself to the dungeon, he sighed as he let himself into the classroom where he would face his newest punishment.

“What are you doing here?” James asked, an eyebrow raised when he noticed he wasn’t alone in the room. Despite being in different houses, he’d known Elijah since they were young; and ever since knowing him, he’d never known the other boy to get into trouble. “What did you do?” he asked, changing his question as his expression brightened. Perching himself on top of the desk next to Elijah, he looked at him expectantly, hoping for a good story.

[roxyweasleys]

Growing up with a father like Oliver Wood, it was impossible for Teagan not to love Quidditch. She’d grown up watching the game, and she’d been flying ever since she was old enough to sit upright on a broom. Spending a lot of her childhood cheering for her father at games and wanting to be just like him, Teagan had her sights set on a career in the game after Hogwarts. And while she was still at school, she wanted to be the best Quidditch player Hogwarts had ever seen. Competitive as her father, she wanted to leave even more of a legacy than him.

Which meant spending most of her time on the Quidditch pitch, even if the rest of her team wasn’t practicing. Skipping breakfast and trudging down to the pitch, her broom over her shoulder, Teagan raised an eyebrow when she noticed she wasn’t the only one with the same idea. “Getting in some extra practice before the game tomorrow?” she asked as she came up alongside Dominique, a smirk on her lips. “After Ravenclaw’s last loss, I can’t blame you,” Teagan joked, a teasing edge to her voice.

[roxyweasleys]

Growing up as an metamorphmagus and having the ability to be absolutely anyone he wanted to be, sometimes Teddy forgot who he actually was. It was too easy to get caught up in all the changes; in the different hair colours and facial features, it was almost like being able to put on a show. It wasn’t as though he didn’t enjoy the attention, he’d often reveled in it during his time at Hogwarts. But there were times when Teddy wanted to be himself again, wanted to know it was okay to strip away all the disguises. When he was with Victoire, he felt as though he truly recognized himself.

Even if he would take on the most absurd appearances just to make her laugh.

While he felt slightly out of place standing outside the gates of Hogwarts in his leather jacket while throngs of students flooded to Hogsmeade wrapped in their cloaks, he didn’t care at all as soon as he saw her blonde head come bobbing down the path. While he thought they’d gotten out of this habit once Victoire completed her seventh year, he wasn’t about to make her feel bad for having a job she loved. “I almost thought you weren’t coming,” Teddy chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist to lift her off her feet. “Good to see you, Vic,” he grinned, pressing his lips against hers despite the giggling students still around them.

[roxyweasleys]

Alice had always thought of her parents as rather boring growing up, and she still couldn’t quite believe that her dad had a reputation at Hogwarts. The more she asked around, the more she learned that her grandparents before them had even a better reputation. Not one to live in the shadows, Alice had been all to eager to live up to the Longbottom name, and she was proud to say that she was at the top of nearly all her classes; something of a feat, being a Ravenclaw.

As much as Alice loved spending time in the Ravenclaw common room, when it came to studying it was just too quiet. After growing up above the Leaky Cauldron, she was used to some noise. Not that there was supposed to be noise in the library, but she smiled as she walked into the room, comforted by the whispering of students who defied the librarian’s constant shushing. Walking up quietly behind Hugo as she spotted him across the room, she gazed at the foot of parchment he was writing, reading it over his shoulder. “Grindylow only has one ‘d’,” Alice pointed out, reaching over his shoulder to tap her finger on the word he’d misspelled. “Hi,” she added once she had his attention, sitting down in the spare seat next to him, starting to spread her books out on the empty surfaces of the table.