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Hello dear! I write fanfics on various universes here they are : All univer of Detective Conan Harry Potter Magic Awakened, star wars Hogward Lagacy my english is bad i am also doing this to improve myself

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~Daniel Page ~

꧁༺ 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓮 ༻꧂

David Buckley - The thronr room of the king of dream If there was one thing Daniel didn't like, it was when he had insomnia, but what he ha

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Tp: Hey Daniel, if one day someone asks you to give me something, what would you say? Caught off guard, he dropped the small wooden spatula

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Request of : @thedogisontopofthecarmom I hope you like it and I hope I managed to write your idea haha Resume : Can you do one where the r

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AvAda KeDAbRa

꧁༺ 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ༻꧂ demande of @thedogisontopofthecarmom : okay I was wondering if you could do one where it Daniels birthday and becau

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~ Sorry ~

Hi guys, how are you?

It's been a while since I posted and I apologize for its!

But my life is taking a sudden and very important change for me, to tell you the truth, I don't have time anymore to write, watch series and especially play Harry Potter magic awakened!

I'm really sorry, maybe I'll come back, or not...

I wish you lots of good things and courage!

May the force be with you!

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Ominis gaunt looks like Donald O'Connor?

Sooo, For studies I had to study the famous films Singing in the rain, And I keep thinking that Donald O'Connor Who plays the role of Cosmo Brown Looks suspiciously like Ominis Gaunt

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I m so sad

Hello! How are you doing?

On my side I am sad because the courts started again (and finish at 20h destroys me) and my party Harry Potter magic awakened has faded I must start all over again from the beginning *sniff*

But! It's pretty cool to start the games again on a pc that makes a really beautiful game (it's just the tutorial that is painful)

I really hope your return to school went well!

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command of : @sparklyfarmfreakpaper

Can you write something about Cassandra? How it's Valentine's Day and they both take the opportunity to confess their feelings towards each other, and this surprises everyone due to their very opposite personalities

I wrote it on the plane so it seems bad to me, I'm sorry for the wait, I hope you like it! :D

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Cassandra Vole, yes, you know the girl who looks exactly like Draco Malfoy and seems to have all the boys/girls at her feet?

Yes, that Cassandra!

You probably think that this girl accepts all the gifts, chocolates from her admirers on every Valentine's Day... But on the contrary! She doesn't accept any of them!

She's had enough of finding Chocolate Frogs or various flowers of all colors on her desk. She simply tells these people to keep their ridiculous gifts and that they weren't good enough for her.

Sure, this hurts the people who have saved and bought these gifts for Valentine's Day, but she doesn't care. No one was good enough for her... At least, maybe one person makes her heart beat faster and brings a genuine smile to her lips.

And that person is none other than Tp.

Yes, yes, Tp, the complete opposite of Cassandra - kind, caring, friendly, everything that the blonde girl wasn't towards other students.

Unlike Cassandra, Tp is just a student proudly wearing his house robe's colors, hardly receiving anything, if at all, on Valentine's Day! The last time Tp received anything from anyone dates back to elementary school!

But this year was different... Tp had finally decided to confess his feelings, to confess his feelings to the girl! However, he didn't want her to know it was from him, so he decided to write an anonymous letter on beautiful paper with golden edges.

With his large white quill, he wrote, erased, started over on the letter until he found the right words.

With his trembling hands, he lifted the letter as if it were the most precious object in the world, rereading the words he had written. A shy smile formed on his lips before he placed the letter in a lovely emerald green envelope that matched the color of the girl's dress. He let the warm red wax drip onto the envelope, revealing a seal with flowers drawn on it.

To say Tp was nervous would be an understatement... He was so nervous about placing the letter on Cassandra's desk. What would she think? Would she throw it away? Read it? Accept it?

All these questions swirled in his mind, causing him to lose his balance a bit. But suddenly, he heard Cassandra's footsteps approaching. Without thinking, he placed the letter quickly on her desk and left the classroom in a rush, a light blush on his cheeks.

Cassandra was tired of hiding her feelings for Tp. She had to declare her love to him! But how? She had never given anything to anyone on Valentine's Day. So, she spent several days brainstorming for the perfect idea.

That's when the idea of crafting a crystal rose came to her. Finding the rose was child's play (even though she scrutinized each rose in the store to find THE rose for Tp). Now the hardest part was giving the rose to Tp!

She wrapped it in a pretty blood-red tissue paper, tying it with a golden bow that connected to a small note. She carefully placed the rose in her school bag.

As she entered the classroom, impatient and anxious, she spotted the letter. Her fingers glided over the lovely envelope, rolling her eyes as if expecting another letter from an admirer.

Opening the letter with disdain, she read it without much conviction before tearing it up and throwing it in the trash.

But what she didn't know was that Tp had returned, wanting to see Cassandra's reaction to his letter. Tp watched Cassandra tear up the letter he had spent most of his nights on. A work so precious to him that was reduced to pieces in an instant.

Tp's heart broke, tears welling up in his eyes. Hearing Cassandra gasp in surprise, she turned to see her friend standing by the door, looking at her.

Cassandra: Don't tell me you're crying over a letter; it's not like it was yours!

The blonde crossed her arms over her chest, leaving behind the sound of the Frey twins' chuckles. Tp wiped his tears away quickly, giving a forced smile.

Tp: Y-Yeah, sorry.

Cassandra: Fine.

With a sudden move, Tp rushed out of the room, leaving Cassandra confused and shrugging. She looked for the rose in her bag, delicately holding it between her fingers covered in white gloves. She looked at the tissue paper before smiling slightly.

As for the Frey twins, they were fighting behind her, elbowing each other and whispering, "No, you tell her."

Caught in their argument, Cassandra spun around, her heels clicking on the floor.

Cassandra: Will you two ever stop? You sound like two cats fighting!

She pinched the bridge of her nose before one of the Frey brothers stepped forward, nervously scratching the back of his neck. He spoke in a small voice, preventing Cassandra from hearing it.

Cassandra: What did you say?

Frey: I said, the letter you just tore was from Tp...

Cassandra's eyes widened.

Frey: We saw him leave the letter—

SLAM

Cassandra's trembling hands had let go of the crystal rose onto the hard floor, creating a sharp sound of shattering. Was this merely an unfortunate accident or a metaphor for the heart of Tp that she had just broken? She didn't know, but she quickly picked up the little package that now contained glass shards as sharp as the words she had spoken.

Cassandra: I... I need to go do something. Alone. You have sent With quick steps, she left the classroom, walking through the corridors of Hogwarts that seemed far too crowded for her liking. The Frey twins watched her go before whispering something to each other...

Tp had sought refuge in the library, a place he loved to escape to due to its silent and calm atmosphere. He had withdrawn from the world, emitting occasional sobs due to his tears. He murmured to himself that it was foolish of him to think that Cassandra Vole could love him back. You have sent Oh, what a surprise it was when he heard her distinctive throat clearing.

Tp: Go away, I don't want to see anyone right now...

Then he felt her sit next to him, dusting off her skirt. She didn't know why, but the words were stuck in her throat... Where had her confidence gone? She passed her hand through her blonde hair to clear her thoughts.

Cassandra: I... I'm sorry for earlier...

Tp raised his gaze slightly.

Cassandra: To be honest... I thought it was from someone else...

Tp's heart stopped for a moment, sending shivers down his spine - a mixture of excitement and anxiety at Cassandra's response. Did she already like someone?

Tp: U-uh, and who's the lucky one? You have sent Seeing Cassandra's cheeks turn as red as the crystal rose, he clenched her dress folds as if hesitating to let out the simple words that were burning her lips.

Seeing Tp's reaction, the blonde smiled sadly before shrugging her shoulders.

Tp: It's... I-it's fine, you don't have to- Cassandra: Just take it!!

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before the girl thrust the small gift toward him. With closed eyes and embarrassment, she quickly spoke.

Cassandra: Here! For you!

Tp looked stunned, watching Cassandra in shock. She seemed to panic and let out a quick comment. Oh, the tsundere mode he found adorable.

Cassandra: Come on, take it, you idiot! I don't have all day for you! You have sent Tp chuckled, taking the small package delicately and his fingers brushed against hers. He slowly unwrapped the paper, revealing a rose broken into three pieces. It shone brightly, as brilliant as his feelings.

Cassandra's eyes widened at the sight and she wanted to take the gift back, ashamed to see it broken.

Cassandra: Give it back! Tp: N-no! Giving is giving, taking back is stealing!

The attempt at humor didn't sit well with Cassandra, who looked away, embarrassed. Tp lowered his head, smiling like a child.

Tp: Cassandra, it's beautiful! Thank you so much... Now I'm embarrassed about my letter... Cassandra: No. Tp: No? Cassandra: No, your letter touched me...

The golden-haired girl gripped her dress a bit tighter, blushing even more.

Cassandra: You're the only person who... who truly appreciates me... and who manages to like me...

She lowered her gaze. You have sent Cassandra: Tp! I love you!!

Closing her eyes, she feared her friend's reaction. Would he reject her? Hate her? When she heard his laughter, a shiver of embarrassment and fear ran down her spine. Was he mocking her? Did she ruin everything? So she wiped away a small tear quickly.

Tp: Oh, Cassandra... You have no idea how long I've wished for this moment to come!

The blonde lifted her head, shocked by his revelation. Tp nervously rubbed his head.

Tp: I love you too, Cassandra Vole. Your beauty, your personality... Well, you! Cassandra:.... You have sent Cassandra couldn't help but playfully hit him, a bit angry that he had teased her. But now, she was so happy! Tp gently took Cassandra's hand.

Tp: Well, I think both of us had broken but now fixed gifts... thanks to our love!

Cassandra chuckled.

Cassandra: You're kind of denying what you just said... But I like it! . . . You have sent The day after Valentine's Day, all the students of Hogwarts were wondering who received something for Valentine's Day, who didn't, or worse, who got rejected!

But what didn't go unnoticed were Tp and Cassandra Vole, the Slytherin girl who had refused any companion until that day. The cold-hearted girl was holding hands with the one who had won her heart, the complete opposite of herself!

The Frey twins were whispering among themselves, saying they knew all along they would end up together (and in passing a bit sad as they have to give up trying to woo the girl) You sent: Robbin sulked a little in her corner upon hearing this revelation; she was jealous that Tp had managed to convey his feelings to Cassandra, unlike her who had failed to make Kevin understand her love. Ivy, from afar, clapped and hopped in joy at this good news, and as for Lottie, she had already gone to fetch a new canvas to paint the couple! It's true... Those two have found each other well, broken and then connected by their love. That's why they both treasure each other's repaired gifts, where the marks of fracture are still visible...

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Number of word : 1930

I hope you like it, I apologize again for the wait

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Kid is VERY rarely surprised during his heists; after all, we're talking about the famous gentleman thief!

So, imagine his surprise when he saw a woman of his age dressed entirely in white! A white dress with puffy sleeves and a square neckline, the dress reached above her knees. A delicate belt adorned with small rhinestones added a touch of light to her outfit. She wore white high heels with a small strap also made of rhinestones, encircling her ankles. But what he found most beautiful about her attire was the open back. Her hair was gathered in a bun, allowing the complex design of her back to be visible. It was an open back in the shape of a "V," with the same chain of rhinestones cascading down her back. He couldn't stop staring at her cold face, where her lips were a blood-red and she had magnificent, sparkling eyes.

He couldn't divert his gaze from her! A rather comical situation, considering that normally all eyes should be on him... . . He had to refocus on his mission! That is, stealing an incredibly valuable diamond that everyone desires, especially for the colors it reflects. But... What was the real object of the heist? Was it the diamond? Or a kiss from the mysterious girl?

He shook his head to rid himself of these intrusive thoughts. At any moment, the police could come looking for him, and he'd have to flee at all costs! So, his nimble fingers covered with a pair of white gloves delicately touched the precious stone, its reflections presenting themselves on the different facets of the diamond. He chuckled a little, examining it more closely...

The diamond was the size of his palm, and all its facets were carefully cut to make the entire piece marvelous.

Suddenly, a loud commotion made him jump! A group of police officers stood at the door, all ready to chase after him and catch him!

He chuckled, making a bow that irritated the already tense police officers.

Kid: Allow me to bid you good evening, gentlemen~

Amid grumbles from the police officers, he straightened up gracefully, confident in the turn of events. However... until he heard it. The sound of her heels clicking on the cold floor, as always, she always arrives to apprehend him. In truth, it saddens him to see that she also wants to put him in prison. So, she walked through the crowd of police officers, her gaze fixed on Kid. As for the police officers, who were surprised to see someone so confident, she stopped in front of the group of officers, her cold gaze fixed on Kid, who was smiling while applauding.

Kid: Wow, I congratulate you. You managed to find me... again. Officer 1: And that's why you're going to prison!

The mysterious girl said nothing, simply listening to the jabs that the numerous police officers directed at Kid. It was as if they were attempting to throw him off balance or channel all the anger they had towards him—maybe both.

So, Kid, who seemed bored, also stared the girl straight in the eyes, until he burst into laughter.

Kid: Listen, you're quite pleasant, but I must be on my way! See you next time!

Officer 2: KID!!

However, the famous magician didn't pay attention to the police officers ordering him to stop; instead, he threw a small ball onto the ground. Once it exploded, it filled the room with white smoke, providing Kid with the perfect opportunity to escape. It was a simple but effective trick that always worked, allowing him to flee without much trouble, as the police officers, blinded by the smoke, ended up grabbing each other, thinking they had a hold of him.

He chuckled and ran through the building until he reached the rooftop. The view was splendid—buildings shining in the night, various signs and billboards adding touches of color to the dark night. The wind rustled his white cape as he held the diamond in the air, examining it closely.

But there was nothing...

What he was looking for was still missing. He sighed just as he heard the rapid opening of a door! He turned around and smiled at the sight of the girl who had managed to find him. He applauded.

Kid: I'm impressed. You're the first to escape from the smoke cloud.

?: Don't mock me, Kid.

He casually leaned against the cold railing behind him before smiling even more.

Kid: Who said I was mocking you?

She said nothing, merely narrowing her eyes as she looked at the man in the white suit, searching for the diamond before approaching him calmly. He was taken aback by this calm and somewhat... reassuring approach?

Suddenly, her calm demeanor shifted as she tried to snatch the diamond from his hands. However, he managed to narrowly evade her attempt, letting out a surprised breath as he observed her closely, realizing that her posture now exuded determination.

He laughed heartily, adjusting his top hat and smiling.

Kid: Lady White, you always manage to impress me! But...

He bowed before ascending a bit higher on the already elevated rooftop.

Kid: I believe it's time to bid farewell~

He winked at her before starting to run, leaving the girl behind. He leaped from roof to roof, but something wasn't right. He had a feeling he was being followed, so he glanced behind him, noticing the girl in pursuit. He couldn't help but smile and chuckle, yelling back at her that she wouldn't be able to catch him!

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Or so he thought. Much to his surprise, he found her on the same rooftop of a construction building. He stood upright, hands in his pockets, displaying the diamond. Meanwhile, the girl also stood tall, albeit slightly hunched over to catch her breath. She wiped a small bead of sweat from her cheek before straightening up completely, fists clenched. Her hair was now unbound, fluttering in the wind. It would be dishonest to say he didn't find her striking at that moment.

He held the diamond before his right eye, looking through it at her figure. Lost in his thoughts once again, he began to drift off...

What had she come to steal again? Oh yes, the diamond. Well, which diamond? The one he held between his fingers or the mysterious girl? He laughed at his own thoughts. She was truly affecting him.

Still entranced, he suddenly felt the girl snatch the diamond from him. It was sudden, very sudden! She had caught him off guard and seized the opportunity during his moment of reverie to take the diamond from him!

Certainly, he was surprised... very surprised, but he was also delighted to encounter such an adversary. In a way, it was like Arsène Lupin and Herlock Sholmès. With genuine curiosity, he smiled at her.

Kid: I must admit I'm quite taken aback.

He held his top hat by the brim, his eyes gleaming with a mix of genuine admiration and curiosity.

Kid: May I at least ask for your name? I'd rather not keep calling you "The Mysterious Girl."

For some reason unbeknownst to him, she seemed to ponder. It was as if revealing her name would bring about some dire consequence, making him shrug in response.

Kid: I understand if you'd rather not tell me. After all, I'm just a...

Tp: Tp.

He stopped in surprise mid-sentence. He hadn't really heard her voice much, so hearing his name from her lips was oddly pleasant...

Tp: Tp, (Your last name).

A wry smile formed on Kid's lips as he executed a bow, gracefully tipping his hat as a gesture of politeness.

Kid: Well then... Tp, delighted to make your acquaintance. I doff my hat to you.

But being called Tp didn't say much to him. She stepped back toward the edge of the building. It was becoming far too dangerous at this point. He straightened up, his expression turning serious.

Kid: You shouldn't get any closer...

Tp: Good evening... Kaito Kid.

With those words, she let herself fall backward. His heart skipped a beat in sheer surprise. He rushed to see if she was alright and if there was any chance of catching her! To his astonishment, he saw her safe and sound below, surrounded by several police officers who were jumping and cheering in joy at her recovery of the coveted Diamond. In fact, all of this was a plan, a very well-crafted one. She waited for the opportune moment, the moment when the police had set up security measures that would prevent her from dying in the fall.

He chuckled a bit, before turning on his heels, letting his cape flutter in the evening breeze. This time, he really had to leave. But one thing was certain: he hadn't managed to steal what he intended to steal...

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The next day, as Kaito sat at his high school desk, because yes, he had resumed his "normal" life as a regular high school student, he was back to being Kaito Kuroba, a student with his head resting on his palm, staring at the boring green chalkboard.

That's when he saw her! Yes, the girl who had managed to steal the Diamond from him. She was standing there in front of the chalkboard, looking around the classroom, dressed in the school uniform. The teacher was introducing her to the class as the new student. Rumors had indeed circulated that a new student would be arriving at Ekoda High School in Class 2-B, but he didn't care much about it, to be honest. Many girls were imagining a handsome guy from another school or a potential new friend,

Unlike the boys who imagined a girl coming from elsewhere who might be American or from another country and very sexy, he dropped his pencil on his desk, the sound resonating slightly in the classroom. His cheeks reddened. She was still just as stunning, and everyone in the class was looking at her. Various whispers floated in the air, such as "Oh... I thought it was going to be a boy..." "She seems really kind," or even "She's pretty!!"

Then she greeted them and said, "I am Tp, Tp (last name), pleased to meet you."

Ah, yes... It was official, he had fallen in love with Tp...

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number of words : 1833

just something quick i wrote got bad i know XD

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New Fandom!

Hello everyone! How are you doing?

I'm going to add a fandom to my writing list... And know... Detective Conan! Yeahh

I take into account all the characters! Rei, Kaito kid, shinishi, heji ext

Writing list : open

-detective Conan

-kaito kid

-harry potter magic awakened

-hogwart legacy

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꧁༺ 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ༻꧂

demande of @thedogisontopofthecarmom :

okay I was wondering if you could do one where it Daniels birthday and because of his sister taking care of him he’s never had a really grand party with a lot of presents and food so the reader and his friends decided to throw him a surprise party so threw out the day they had to act like they forgot which led to Daniel being sad the whole day but when he gets back to the conman room the whole day started to make scenes to him

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When his alarm went once the noise finally stopped or at least, that's what he

It took him a couple of minutes to decide to leave the comforting warmth. His feet touched the cold floor of the dimly lit dormitory, and

With that done, he moved towards the large mirror next to his wardrobe, adjusting his house-colored tie with a bit of annoyance as it refused to cooperate. After that, he put on his black cape, its inner lining also matching his house's color. On his badge, there were threads that glowed, and stains from potions were visible, especially on the sleeves, making his cape more personal and unique.

He looked at himself in the mirror, attempting to tame his unruly hair, but eventually gave up, just blowing on the strand that fell over his right eye and rolling his eyes at the situation.

But then his gaze landed on the small calendar pinned to a corkboard where a few personal photos and pictures of his friends were hung. There were a lot of notes, and his schedule was posted as well. His eyes scanned each square one by one until he fixated on the date November 22, circled hastily in red. A small note was written beside it.

His eyes widened as he read what was written: "My birthday." A smile spread across his lips. Truth be told, he wondered how he could have forgotten his own birthday. Shame on him.

He chuckled a bit and then looked at his alarm clock, realizing he was running late. So, he dashed to the Great Hall with excitement, eager to see his friends. When he arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall, he grinned like a child in front of a candy store. He approached the table, his friends noticing him. He, who was usually cold, tense, and definitely not a morning person, well... that was somewhat surprising.

Robyn watched him sit down next to Tp, who was enjoying a pancake with some red fruits scattered on his plate.

Daniel: Hey everyone!

She looked at him, surprised by how lively he was in the morning. Usually, she was the energetic one, not him. In a way, their roles were reversed. Despite his thoughts that his friends would all wish him a happy birthday, none of them reacted, too busy with their breakfast. So, he tried to drop them a hint.

Daniel: Do you guys know what day it is?

Kevin: Sandwich Day!

Daniel: Huh?

The blond seemed excited as a flea, striking a dramatic pose in front of his friend, who didn't seem to know what Sandwich Day was.

Kevin: Every Thursday, I bring a peanut butter sandwich for Freddy the Niffler.

Daniel furrowed his brows, not quite understanding what he meant. Daniel: So... Freddy is a Niffler?

Kevin hummed joyfully, clasping his hands together before a slight frown appeared on his face. Kevin: But today we ran out of peanut butter, so I asked Robyn, "What should I bring him?" and she said, "A ham sandwich!" I can't possibly feed Freddy ham! Do you guys know what ham is?

Daniel grabbed a bowl and poured a small amount of cereal into the brown wooden bowl. He then poured milk while listening to his friend rambling, responding with a perplexed tone. Daniel: Meat?

Kevin: IT'S MEAT! If I gave Freddy meat, I'd be a horrible creature!! So, I'm late because I had to go to the kitchen to ask for peanut butter, because all we had was GROSS HAM!!

Kevin shot an angry look at Robyn, who just rolled her eyes. Daniel chuckled a bit and started eating his cereal. Daniel: Kevin, is it really that important?

Kevin looked down at the table, spearing his fork into a pancake before taking a bite, mumbling something under his breath, keeping his thoughts away from Robyn's hearing.

Tp: Oh, by the way, Daniel!

His eyes widened, hoping that she had remembered his birthday. But instead, Tp clasped her hands together in a praying motion, closing her eyes and beseeching Daniel. Tp: After classes, I REALLY need your help to revise for the Potions lesson. Please, help me.

Part of him was indeed glad to help Tp and spend time with her. However, another part of him was saddened that even his best friend had forgotten this important date. He forced a smile and lightly patted Tp's head. Daniel: Yeah, sure.

Tp: Oh my god, you're my savior!

Daniel: You can say that once you get a good grade.

He refocused on his cereal, letting Tp playfully groan at what he just said. He played with the few remaining cereal pieces in his bowl, feeling a bit down, hoping that at least someone would wish him...

Unfortunately, no one did. Even if it had been from the Frey twins, he would have accepted. However, everyone seemed to be avoiding him, as evidenced by their strange behavior.

He studied as planned, but Lottie approached Tp and whispered something in her ear. Seeing Tp laugh, he felt a pang in his heart, realizing that his friends were having fun without him, forgetting his birthday. Perhaps they had something important to do?

Daniel reflected on his day. No, he was avoiding that. It all started during History of Magic class, where Tp usually sat next to him, but this time she sat next to Ivy. Then at the meal, everyone was talking together, and when he approached, they avoided the question, telling him, "Don't worry, it's not about you." Later, he was chatting with Lottie when she left for no apparent reason, leaving him alone in the cold corridors of Hogwarts. And now, Tp was acting as if he wasn't there. It frustrated him not to understand what was going on, but it made him sad not to share these moments with his friends and not to be able to celebrate his birthday with them. Should he eat a poor cupcake with overly sugary frosting and a lone candle? So, he got up, closed the book abruptly, gathered his things, and headed towards the exit of the potion room. But he halted at the sound of Tp's voice.

Tp: Daniel, where are you going? Daniel: I think you have other things to do, Tp.

He could hear Tp asking him to wait, but instead, he continued walking through the corridors of Hogwarts. He wanted to be alone. He felt tears stinging his eyes, and he could also hear his friend's footsteps trailing behind him, persistently asking him to stop.

So when he felt the cold hitting his face, he stopped, clenching his fists, listening to his friend inquire about what was going on. He couldn't contain the sadness he'd been feeling since morning any longer. He turned around abruptly, fixing his gaze on his friend.

Daniel: You want to know what's wrong? Well, I'll tell you! I'm upset that my friends forgot my birthday!

He wiped away tears that were flowing aggressively, while Tp looked at him, allowing him to release the overflow of emotions. He ran his hands through his hair.

Daniel: I... I never had a big birthday when my sister took care of me... so... I wasn't asking for anything other than a simple "happy birthday." Just that! And... it would have made my day really great!

He wanted to stop the tears that were flowing freely down his cold cheeks due to the temperature, but to his surprise, he couldn't. Seeing the situation, Tp didn't know what to say, so she gently enveloped him in a hug, wanting to comfort him.

With his auburn-haired head still crying, apologizing for crying, Tp felt guilty. Not guilty for forgetting his birthday, as she remembered that date and had even been counting the days, hours, and minutes left until that special day. She felt guilty for putting her friend in this state! She couldn't hold back any longer from explaining why she hadn't said anything. So, with a simple gesture, gently taking one of his hands, she guided him, whispering:

"Daniels, come with me."

He didn't understand why he had to follow her. After all, he just wanted to be alone for now. But a small voice told him to listen to the girl. He didn't really notice the moment they arrived at their house's common room, or when Tp uttered the password. But what surprised him most was the common room itself, which was astonishingly dim. He even had to rub his eyes to try to see what was happening.

Daniel: Tp, what's going on here...

Before Tp could reply, the lights came back on, and all his friends were present, wearing birthday hats on their heads. They all shouted in unison:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANIEL!"

He was genuinely surprised, and this time, tears of joy streamed down his cheeks. The common room was adorned with colorful garlands, and numerous balloons of every hue adorned the floor. A large table displayed multiple cakes, each with different colors and flavors, and a small pile of presents was right beside it.

Tp smiled at him sadly, her friends not understanding why he was crying as they approached him.

Tp: I'm sorry you thought we had forgotten your birthday...

Lottie: Maaaan, did you really think we forgot your birthday?

Kevin: We've been preparing this for 2 weeks! How could we have forgotten!

Daniel sniffled before smiling.

Daniel: Thank you, friends, thank you for this party... I... I'm sorry for thinking that! All his friends laughed.

Tp: We know you've never really had a birthday, so... we wanted to give you this surprise!

Ivy: Group hug?

Daniel: N-no, no group hug.

Ivy: Come on, just this once!

Daniel chuckled a bit before gesturing for his friends to come in for the hug. After a few seconds, Robyn hopped up and down, clapping her hands.

Robbyn: Now, the cake! Everyone laughed, leading Daniel to a cake in the colors of his house, with several candles placed on it. And for the first time, a group of people he cared about sang the famous "Happy Birthday" song to him. He took a deep breath and blew out the candles, where their flames danced.

No doubt, this birthday filled with laughter, joy, food, and gifts will be etched in his memory...

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number of words: 2010

oh my god i feel like it went bad TwT , i hope you like it!

[scarydeadlavender]

꧁༺ 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓮 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 ༻꧂

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Daniel: Oh no, I refuse!

The boy rapidly waved his hands in front of him as a sign of protest, looking at his friends with a sadistic smile holding a pastel pink dress with cute strawberry motifs on it.

Daniel: No, no, no, and again, no!

Ivy: Come on! We didn't slog through revising just to get a good grade on the potion assessment for nothing!

Daniel: I-

Tp cleared her throat and took out a parchment from her crossbody bag.

Tp: I quote, "Daniel Page, on this day, April 4th at 2:00 PM, declared: if you manage to score higher than me in the next quiz, I'll do whatever you want for a day!" Right here, here's the signature!

Tp turned the paper towards Daniel to show him the image proof. He grumbled.

Daniel: I should have revised more... But as for you all! He gave them a cold look.

Daniel: My revenge will be terrible...

Tp: Yeah, yeah, now give it a shot! Tp placed the dress in Daniel's arms and then did a high five with Ivy, who shivered while letting out a small joyous laugh!

Ivy: I forgot something! Without delay, she went off to search for that 'thing' and returned with a pair of white strappy ballerina sandals with a small heel, paired with matching pink socks. She slipped them under the curtain of the dressing room.

Daniel: No way!

Ivy: A deal's a deal, Daniel!

The boy groaned.

Daniel: I'm not stepping out.

Tp: Come on, don't be a spoilsport!

Daniel: Never, I'm staying in here until nightfall-

Ivy: Daniel Page, get out of here!

A sort of growl was heard, and a somewhat magnificent Daniel emerged, wearing a cute pastel pink dress with strawberry motifs, puffy tulle sleeves, a boat neckline, a bow tied around the waist, and Ivy's choice of shoes made it all even cuter. Daniel's fists were clenched, and his gaze was fixed on the ground, his cheeks as pink as a child caught red-handed stealing candy. Snap! Tp had taken a picture with a magical Polaroid that brought the images to life.

Tp and Ivy couldn't hold back their laughter.

Daniel: H-Hey, stop it!

Tp: Ivy, do you think what I'm thinking?

Ivy: Oh, absolutely!

Daniel watched his two friends, displaying a sadistic smile. He backed away in fear when he felt the cabin wall behind him. He knew it would be over then... He swallowed hard before being pulled by his two friends towards a seat in front of a white marble table with a grand golden mirror, several makeup tools laid out – colored nail polishes, mascara, eyeshadow palettes, lipsticks... too many things that gave him a headache.

Tp: So, what are we doing with you, Daniela?

Tp placed her hand on her chin, pondered for a moment, and then smiled. She grabbed a palette of colors and whispered her idea to Ivy.

As for Daniel, he sank into the chair, hoping to disappear from the world. But when he saw a brush with pink powder on it, he flinched.

Tp: Don't worry, everything will be fine!

Daniel: Do you think I'll believe you with that smile?!

Tp: Close your eyes, or I'll put this in your eye!

He wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he obeyed Tp. He just felt a brush on his eyelids, and when he could open his eyes again, he saw Ivy with pink glittery nail polish. He quickly pulled his hand away.

Daniel: Don't even think about it!

Ivy rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, applying the polish much to his chagrin. ... This went on for 15 minutes, and when he finally saw how they had transformed him, he blushed with embarrassment. His hair was styled in a bun, with strands escaping, pink eyeshadow, pink glittery lip gloss, pink nail polish... he looked at himself in the mirror and saw the bespectacled boy staring. He wore a red checkered shirt with a black t-shirt underneath.

Daniel: Is it normal for that guy to stare at me like that?

Tp and Ivy looked behind him and noticed the boy quickly looking away. Tp leaned towards Daniel with a sly smile.

Tp: Looks like Daniela has admirers.

Tp stifled his laughter while giving him a friendly pat on the arm. Ivy signaled to the mysterious boy, who came over to them.

Daniel: Wh-what are you doing?!

Ivy: A romantic rendezvous.

Daniel: WHAT?!

He tried to escape, but Ivy held him back. The more the guy approached, the more Daniel panicked. This guy arrived in front of them, flashing a smile that could compete with Ken's.

Guy: Hey, ladies, what's up?

Tp: Oh, um, yeah, shopping day!

Guy: I can see that...

His gaze didn't leave Daniel, much to his despair. So, he tried to avoid his gaze, noticing that Tp was gently pushing him toward the guy.

Tp: Excuse her, she's shy. This is Daniela!

Daniel's entire body jolted at that name... she could have been more creative...

Guy: Oh, nice to meet you, doll. The guy draped an arm around Daniel's neck, causing him to shiver from the cold sensation that ran down his back. Daniel forced a smile, sending a glare that could kill to his two friends, who were barely holding back their laughter.

Ivy: Oh, I've got an idea! What if you two went for a walk? We'll meet at 5:00 PM to retrieve Daniela!

Daniel glanced at Tp with pleading eyes. She just shrugged.

Tp: Yeah, why not! Come on, Daniela, it'll be fun!

She gave him a look that said "I'm going to get you for this!"

Guy: Perfect, then! Let's go!

The two headed for the exit, and Daniel hoped against hope that he wouldn't see anyone he knew. He gave his friends a final helpless look and walked away, leaving only a glittery lip gloss mark on Tp's cheek as a farewell...

Oh, how he missed his potion books! This boy named "Maxime" was not interesting at all! And he clearly didn't have all his marbles!

There was just one hour left—just one hour with Maxime in a cafe. Daniel's head rested in his hand as he sighed, knowing he couldn't stay a minute longer. He couldn't take it anymore! All his energy to tolerate Maxime had vanished. So, he came up with a little lie that could save him from the situation.

Daniel: Um... I need to use the restroom.

Ignoring whatever Maxime was saying, he got up and headed towards the restroom, hoping Maxime would look away so he could escape.

Hiding behind a few people, he waited for the perfect moment to make a dash for the door. For some unknown reason, he felt like he was seeing a divine light in front of it.

And when that moment finally arrived, he sprinted as if his life depended on it! Even though he was walking rather quickly, he could feel Maxime following him like a lost puppy. How did Maxime notice? He didn't know, maybe that pink dress made him less inconspicuous among the people dressed in darker colors.

So, when he finally got that opportune moment, he ran like there was no tomorrow! Even though he was walking rather quickly to avoid suspicion, he could feel Maxime trailing behind him like a lost pup. How he noticed, he didn't know. Maybe that pink dress made him stand out among the people dressed in darker tones. The two of them left the café, heading towards the clothing store.

Maxime: Daniela?

Daniel: I'm leaving.

Maxime stopped.

Maxime: Your voice sounds weird...

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Daniel sighed before massaging his temples. He turned to Maxime.

Daniel: Listen, Maxime! I'm not Daniela, I'm Daniel, yes, Daniel! I am not a girl!

He raised his collar slightly to show that he didn't have a chest, causing Maxime to blink repeatedly, not understanding the situation.

Maxime: Wait... can you switch genders? Like, are you an alien?

Daniel looked at him, shocked by his stupidity, and slapped his palm to his forehead. He just wanted to get away.

Daniel: Yeah, sure, if you want...

He was too tired, continuing on his way. But then he felt Maxime grabbing his hands, and he shivered at the contact.

Maxime: Wow, Daniela—or Daniel—you're amazing! Please, take me to your planet!

Daniel: Ugh!

Too clingy, too persistent, in his opinion. He shook off Maxime's grip.

Daniel: Stop it!

Maxime: But I love you!!

Daniel: Well... I don't! I already have feelings for someone else!

He thought that would finally make Maxime go away, but no... Instead, Maxime grabbed Daniel's shoulders and kissed him. Shocked, he violently pushed Maxime away, wiping his lips and leaving traces of gloss on his hand. Disgusted, his stomach churned a bit. He hadn't consented to that, which made him even angrier. His blood was boiling, but... if he wanted to get out of this situation, he had to play along.

Maxime: Daniela...

Daniel: It's Daniel... Listen, Maxime, can't you see that our love is impossible? You just broke a rule from my planet! Oh, Maxime, forgive me, but farewell!

He struck a dramatic pose, pretending to cry, and then he started running towards the path back to Hogwarts.

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On the seemingly endless path, he hoped not to bump into anyone, as he'd die of embarrassment and might never want to go back to Hogwarts. He looked around frequently, checking if anyone was following him.

?: Hey, beautiful!

He jumped, freezing in place. His hair stood on end as he turned his head towards the sound of the voice, hoping it wasn't Maxime.

But to his great surprise, it was Tp who blinded him with a camera flash. He rubbed his eyes, where small black spots blinked.

Daniel: Tp! You nearly gave me a heart attack!

Tp laughed, then handed Daniel a brown paper bag. Daniel looked at it suspiciously but took it anyway.

Daniel: What is it?

Tp: Relax, Daniela. They're just your clothes. You left them at the store.

Daniel: And whose fault is that?

Daniel shot a cold look at Tp, who laughed, turned, and leaned against a tree to give his friend some privacy to change.

Without further ado, he removed the dress and FINALLY got back into his clothes. He looked at his fingers, where the nail polish sparkled. He sighed, walked over to Tp, and tossed the dress at her. Tp was surprised but ran over to join him, heading towards Hogwarts. Tp seemed a bit sad.

Tp: Aww, Daniela is gone...

Daniel: Oh, shut up...

Rolling his eyes, he tried to remove the makeup while Tp laughed, seeing the colorful mess on Daniel's face.

Daniel: What?

Tp: Nothing, come here!

Daniel was too tired to argue, so he approached Tp, who took a small tissue from his pocket and began wiping his face. Daniel groaned a bit, withdrawing like a scared cat, his face turning red.

Daniel: I swear, next time we make a bet, I'm setting rules.

Tp: Alright, alright, Barbie girl.

Tp held back his laughter, seeing Daniel's adorable panicked expression at the nickname.

Daniel: W-what did you call me?

Tp: Barbie girl—

Daniel: Oh, you!

Tp couldn't help but laugh as Daniel clenched his fists, his cheeks as red as his hair.

Tp: Come on, Barbie, let's go party!

Daniel: Stop that...

Tp: I am a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, life in plastic, it's fantastic, you can brush my hair—

Daniel: Shut up...

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose, watching his friend enjoy singing the famous song. And for some reason, he leaned in and planted a kiss on Tp's cheek. That stopped Tp from singing as they blushed, hiding their face in their hands. As for Daniel, he headed towards the castle without a word, leaving just a trace of glittery gloss on Tp's cheek as a goodbye...

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The next day arrived quickly, and it was no surprise to see Daniel Page with pink nail polish still on his nails. He received curious glances from other students and good-natured teasing from his friends

Frey Twins: hey, Barbie girl?

Daniel: Oh, shut up!

Deep down, he knew that the only person who could call him that was Tp...

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L'idée vous est venue après avoir regardé le film Barbie ; c'est vraiment bon, je le recommande !

[scarydeadlavender]

I am a Barbie Girl

I saw the movie Barbie....

It's amazing!! Really I recommend!

So... Now I have to go and see Oppenheimer for the famous Barbenheimer 😂

[scarydeadlavender]

꧁༺ 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 ༻꧂

*Mc run to daniel *

Mc: Hey Daniel! Look what i-

*fall*

Daniel : *To freak out* Mc are OK?!

*Mc Who gets up filled with dirt with a bloody nose*

Mc Can we say that I 𝐅e𝐥𝐥 in love with you?

Daniel: *laugh* oh darling... That sucks but thank you...

[scarydeadlavender]

Bonjour Bonjour!

It's been a moment I've seen your profile and I can't stay here and not say a word anymore! I've read most of your writings so far and I LOVE IT you're such a cool and good writer so keep on <33 I'm looking forward for your work (and you being french too makes me stupidly happy)

I know it's not a request or something but I felt like I could send you a bit of positivity in your box, to make you smile or something, just like that,, :]

Bonjours bonjour 🥖✨

Je n'ai pas les mots pour te remercier !

I am really very touched by what you say! Writing is really very complicated for me with my dyslexia, and knowing that you love it, Make me cry with joy 🥺

Yes... Unfortunately the game is not known in France :'(

Really thank you for your message, at the moment is not really the form, but your message has remade me my day and give me positive, thank you !!

Thank you, thank you thank you! Thank you a million times for your message!!

[scarydeadlavender]

élémentaire mon cher Watson

Sooo... After a lot of research, and some fear, I found a solution to put an email address so as not to lose your account! And therefore your party!

Here it is if you want (maybe I'm just too stupid not to have seen it advent? Maybe)

⚠️Is on pc so I don't know how is on phone ⚠️

First, Click on the little cog to quote the hour :

After his, go to the "system settings"

Then go to "compte"

Change the "off" in "on" and fill what he asks you

They will ask you for a valid email address, once this is done you will have a verification code send to your email address, enter the code in the panel and.... Voilà ! ✨

I feel so stupid to have searched for hours to understand what Account ugh meant... But if it can help someone well I'm glad I was able to help 😁

[scarydeadlavender]

I need help please TwT

Hello already how are you?

I will soon change my pc and the one I use is where I have my party of Harry Potter Magic Awakened

But I don't know how you create an account so you don't lose your party:'l

If you know how to do I am all ears 😭

[scarydeadlavender]

꧁༺ 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 ༻꧂

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If there was one thing that Tp didn't want to talk about, it was undoubtedly the numerous thoughts that came and went from her mind. They weren't her own thoughts but rather the thoughts of the people around her. She could hear everything, forming a cacophony of voices.

Lotie's thoughts were about art and the different paintings she would like to create, mixed with the diabolical thoughts of the twins as they searched for a new plan for their next prank. Meanwhile, Robyn's mind was occupied with an overwhelming number of thoughts!

Even during classes, her mind was on overload. She tried to concentrate on what the professor was saying, but when she looked at her page, it was just a jumble of multiple thoughts, making her breath catch.

It wasn't getting any better; in fact, it was getting worse. It all began a month ago, one beautiful morning when she woke up and could hear the dreamy thoughts of her roommates. At first, it didn't bother her; in fact, she found it amusing to hear everything. She thought it might calm down with time, perhaps she unintentionally ingested a potion that allowed her to hear others' thoughts... but it worsened. Initially, she could hear one or two people, maybe a few more, but now it was everyone at Hogwarts! She couldn't even hear her own thoughts, getting lost in various discussions.

Tp placed her quill next to her, feeling tired and exhausted. All of this had to stop. She crossed her arms before burying her head in them, closing her eyes. In that moment, she could hear her best friend Daniel's thoughts standing next to her, asking, "Tp, are you feeling okay?"

As if by automatic reflex, she murmured, "Headache…"

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They were all in the grand reception hall, with floating candles above their heads. The weather was rather stormy, making the ceiling black with storm clouds and occasional lightning. Raindrops splattered on the large stained glass windows.

Despite the stormy weather, everyone was laughing, but Tp was forcing herself to smile to avoid worrying them.

They were all in the grand reception hall, with candles floating above their heads. The weather was rather stormy, making the ceiling black with storm clouds and occasional lightning. Raindrops splattered on the large stained glass windows.

Despite the stormy weather, everyone was laughing, but Tp was forcing herself to smile to avoid worrying them. The girl with silver hair looked up at the ceiling.

Ivy: "It's going to be a stormy night!"

Robyn: "Oh, it's definitely going to be stormy. I hope the weather calms down for the next Quidditch match!"

Robyn placed her hands behind her head, lost in thought. Too lost. Tp clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her forced smile. The girl with auburn hair narrowed her eyes before sighing.

Daniel: "I think we should head back to our respective common rooms. We are the last ones here."

They all looked around and indeed realized they were the last ones in the now-empty grand hall. They all stood up, bidding a final farewell to Robin and Kevin, who were heading to the Gryffindor common room, while Lotie, Ivy, Tp, and Daniel were making their way to the Slytherin common room.

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When they arrived in the dark grand hall, adorned with green tapestries on the grey stone walls, many students occupied the sofas. Lotie looked around before finding a spot near a fireplace and a window, offering a view of the water inside the lake, where numerous algae floated, and some small fish swam.

The small group sits in the corner. Tp chooses to take the armchair near the window, sitting up straight. Lotie sits in the chair somewhat ungracefully, Ivy does the same, and Daniel raises several questioning looks at Tp. But his gaze turns when Ivy claps her hands happily.

Ivy: Can I make some tea if you want?

Tp smiles a little, Lotie's creative thoughts return.

Lotie: Oh, what a great idea! What's better than tea during a thunderstorm?

Tp: I won't refuse, haha.

Daniel just shrugs.

Daniel: Yeah, why not.

Ivy: Alright, I'll go prepare it then!

Lotie: I'll come with you!

The two girls start laughing, and Tp laughs a little, leaving Tp and Daniel alone. Tp lets her head fall against the cold glass, which eases her constant, horrible headache. A slight silence fills the room, and only the crackling of the flames can be heard.

Daniel: Tp, what's going on?

Tp closes her eyes a little.

Tp: I already told you, it's just a headache...

Daniel: No, there's something else.

She straightens up, looking at Daniel as he gazes back, his mind flooded with thoughts.

Tp: Everything's fine, really...

Daniel: No.

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Tp: Daniel, please...

b̷̡̨̤͎͓͗̾͗̂͘l̷̡̟̈́̊̑͆́͑̒͜ͅa̷̫̦͕̮̝̙̭͑̑̍̄̾̀b̶͔̱̲̼̻͚̖̔̌̊̉̓͊͜͠ļ̵̘̞̃̂͂̌̈́̊̅̚a̵͇͇̻̭̓͋̀̉͘̕̕b̶͙̻͒̌̎̓̈́̓̕̕ļ̴̫͕̜̞̲̟̗̔̈́͌̾ȧ̴̳̈́̓̂̓̎͌͠

Daniel: You know you can tell me anything!

Tp: Please...

She puts her hands on her head, closing her eyes; she couldn't take it anymore...

Tp: Just be quiet...

Daniel: What?

Tp: All of you, be quiet...

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Daniel: Tp-

Tp: SHUT UP!

Her previously closed eyes reopen in an unfamiliar place. She had never been here before, so what was she doing here? Everything seemed hazy and ethereal, and suddenly, a young Daniel passed through her as if she were a ghost.

"What is he doing here?"

She followed him, trying to understand what was happening. She saw him with a woman who resembled him; it must have been his mother.

Young Daniel: "Mom!"

He ran into her arms, crying.

"I can't... it's not real."

Daniel: "I had a nightmare, boo-hoo-hoo..."

Daniel's Mother: "Oh, Daniel..."

She embraced him, and suddenly she felt pulled backward. She took a deep breath, still trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her ears were buzzing, and her vision slowly returned as she looked at her surroundings and saw her friend.

Tp: "Daniel, I-"

Daniel: "What have you done?!"

She couldn't figure out what he was feeling.

Tp: "I... I don't know what happened, I-"

She put her hands on her head, trying to make sense of it all.

Tp: "I'm sorry!"

Suddenly, she stood up and ran out of the common room. The thoughts of the other students overwhelmed her again. She ran and ran until she found a place where she could be alone.

She wasn't sure where her body had led her. It was almost like an automatic response that had taken her to the haunted bathroom. Few students came here, and it was a secret place for her.

Tp tucked herself into a corner, knees pulled up to her chest, and her head hidden in her arms. Despite several attempts to calm down, she couldn't manage it. Trembling like a leaf, her mind was still haunted by the thoughts of the other students. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. If it was Filch, it would be over for her, but would it be any better to encounter a professor? How could she explain what was happening?

Would he take her for a madwoman? Would she be expelled from Hogwarts? Or worse, sent to Azkaban for being able to hear others' thoughts?

She retreated as far as possible into the dark corner, covering her mouth to prevent the approaching person from hearing her... But she heard the footsteps getting closer.

?: "Aaah, I found you."

Despite the dim light, she could make out a familiar figure, with auburn hair and that voice, it could only be...

Tp: "Go away, Daniel..."

She couldn't even bring herself to look him in the eyes, still ashamed of what had just happened. However, despite that, the boy didn't listen and came to sit beside her. Then, she felt a pair of hands on her ears. She startled at the sudden contact and raised her head to see Daniel looking at her sadly. He didn't speak aloud; instead, he communicated through their thoughts.

Focus on my voice…

For some unknown reason, the thoughts of the other students began to fade away, leaving only Daniel's gentle voice. Without realizing it, tears started to flow down her cheeks again, and everything became calm. All the overwhelming thoughts had vanished.

She was frozen, unsure of how to react.

Daniel then embraced Tp, her head resting against his chest, and he ran his hand through her hair.

Daniel: "You should have told me…"

Tp: "Daniel, I don't know what's happening!"

She moved away from him, looking scared. He took her trembling hands in his.

Tp: "I'm so afraid, and... I'm terribly sorry for what happened earlier-"

Daniel: "Tp... you're a Legilimens."

Tp: "Wh-what?"

Tp's eyes went wide, and she looked at the floor, panicking.

Daniel: "Hey, Tp, listen to me. It's scary, and I can understand that. You can read people's thoughts around you, and even more..."

He gently wiped away a tear rolling down her cheek.

Daniel: "But it's a gift you have, and you shouldn't be afraid of it. It will be challenging to control, but..."

He smiled sadly and kissed her forehead before hugging her again.

Daniel: "I'll be with you, no matter what happens..."

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꧁༺ 𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 ༻꧂

Request of : @thedogisontopofthecarmom

I hope you like it and I hope I managed to write your idea haha

Resume : Can you do one where the reader and Daniel are together and aged up and one day the golden trio come to Hogwarts for something and the see Daniel and they think he’s Snape ( for this can we pretend that Snape had a wife) and they think you are snapes wife and they ask if we know who they are we say no and they go and show you there portraits and it’s like looking in a mirror ( and Daniel and us are the potion and Herbology professors)

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Harry got off the train and arrived on the flowery platform that was familiar to him. He stretched and put his glasses back in place, feeling very nostalgic. It had been an eternity since he had been here.

?: Hey Harry!

The man turned around and smiled at the sight of his friends Ron and Hermione. He ran towards them and hugged them tightly. The Golden Trio reunited, and they burst into laughter.

Hermione: It feels strange to be here, don't you think?

Ron sniffed the fresh air before putting his arm around Hermione's waist, a small sparkling ring on her finger.

Ron: Yeah... so much has happened...

The three friends looked in the direction of the famous castle.

Harry: I think... it's time to go home.

Throughout the journey to reach Hogwarts, they recounted their most beautiful memories, such as their encounter with Luna Lovegood or the Quidditch matches, seeing the pitch and its towers in the colors of the different houses, rebuilt after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Once they arrived in front of the grand entrance of Hogwarts, a mix of emotions was present: joy, sadness, nostalgia. So many feelings impossible to express all at once. Harry turned to his friends; they stood a few steps below, looking at the great courtyard that had once been shattered, broken by his battle with Lord Voldemort.

Harry: Guys, I think we should visit our old school. I mean, it's been a long time since we came back here!

Hermione: Harry, you can have good ideas sometimes!!

Hermione ran up the stairs and hopped a little.

Hermione: Let's become Hogwarts students again, at least for a day!

Without further ado, the two boys joined her as in the good old days. In the corridors, many students, all in different colors, looked at them with curious eyes, whispering from time to time when they saw the famous Harry Potter in their midst. After all, it's not every day that they see the famous modern wizard!

Sometimes, a few brave students would approach him and ask for an autograph. After all, it's not every day that you meet the famous wizard of modern times!

The first place they decided to visit was the grand library, where Hermione loved to come. When she entered this familiar place, the smell of books brought back many memories. She smiled softly, seeing her favorite book still there.

Although he was happy to be there, the library was not Harry's favorite place. He wandered through the aisles, looking at the various books present when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw someone he knew. He quickly put the book he was holding back and went in search of the individual.

But there was no sign of him anymore, disoriented; he didn't notice his two friends approaching him from the side. Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder, seeing his pale face.

Ron: Are you alright, Harry? You look like you've seen a ghost!

Harry: I... I think I saw Snape...

Hermione: Snape? Are you sure? You know he's...

Harry: Dead? Yes, I know... I'm telling you, it was him! Same haircut, same style of clothing!

His two friends looked at him perplexed... Seeing this, Harry changed the subject.

Harry: Nevermind, let's continue our visit!

The second place they visited was the haunted bathrooms with Moaning Myrtle, the same bathrooms where they had discovered the Chamber of Secrets. Surprisingly, the place was cold and filled with dust, no living soul was present, except for the ghostly girl who descended from the large window where she stood. The sun passed through her cold body, and she was surprised to see the famous trio!

Moaning Myrtle: You!

Ron: You!

He shuddered at the memory when she passed through his body. She stood close to them.

Moaning Myrtle: Oh... how I envy you...

Hermione: Come on, Myrtle...

Hermione went to put her hand on the girl's shoulder, but she passed through her.

Moaning Myrtle: I'm both happy to see you again and sad to know that you were able to leave this place... Boohoo...

She started crying harder.

Harry: Come on, come on! Don't cry so much!

Ron: That's right! It's cool to be a ghost!

Moaning Myrtle: Cool? COOL?

Despite several attempts to calm her down, the sound of her crying echoed far enough for a familiar silhouette to appear.

?: What's going on here? Harry, Ron, Hermione!

A laugh they could recognize anywhere resonated.

Hermione: Hagrid!

The trio turned towards Hagrid to give him a hug. Hagrid's large arms embraced them in return.

Hagrid: It's so good to see you again! You haven't changed!

The trio chuckled, digressing on various subjects. However, Harry still seemed troubled by the mysterious encounter. He couldn't remain without an answer.

Harry: Hagrid, do you know if... well, I mean, if Snape's ghost would be present at Hogwarts?

Hagrid narrowed his eyes.

Hagrid: Snape? It's been a long time, Harry. If he had become a ghost, I would have seen him!

?: What ghost? Do we have a new resident?

A mysterious voice was heard.

Hagrid: Ah, Professor!

Hermione: Professor?

Hagrid stepped aside so that the trio could get a closer look at the new person present. He was about 25 years old, wearing green robes with some gold details adorning his sleeves, and on his wizard hat, several flowers were attached around a golden ribbon. In his hand, where a pair of brown gloves protected his fingers, he held a bouquet of flowers and herbs, all different.

Hagrid: Harry, Ron, Hermione, this is the Herbology professor. Professor, this is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

The professor smiled and took off one of his gloves to shake hands with the trio. Hermione squinted her eyes.

Hermione: Your face looks familiar...

The professor looked puzzled.

Professor: Oh, I have a doubt, haha, I'm sorry, I must leave, I have to go give this to the potion classroom.

Ron: Oh, can we come with you? We'll go there!

The professor smiled and motioned for them to follow him, bidding farewell to their old friends. This time, it was Hermione who seemed lost in thought, reflecting on where she had seen this face that seemed so familiar to her. Harry noticed and approached her while waiting for the stairs that changed positions to come towards them.

Harry: What's going on?

Hermione: His face seems familiar to me; it's getting strange. First, the sudden appearance of Snape, and now this face...

Throughout the rest of the journey, she pondered and didn't notice their arrival in the potion classroom. The classroom hadn't changed, the tables made of white tiles, the various dried flowers, the numerous potions, the large cabinet containing all the most dangerous products, and that unique smell.

The classroom was empty, at least the main classroom. Another person was present, another professor who was manipulating a green potion that he poured into a cauldron.

Professor: Honey, here are the herbs and flowers!

The famous potion professor turned around and looked at the flowers now placed on one of the tables. The professor had medium-length curly hair, a black cape, a white shirt with a vest adorned with golden buttons underneath, and, in his hand, a bouquet of flowers and herbs, all different.

Professor: That will be perfect for the pro...

Ron: OH MY GOD, SNAPE IS ALIVE!!

All eyes turned towards Ron, who had spoken a bit too loudly.

Potion Professor: Uh... I beg your pardon?

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the two figures side by side.

Hermione: You are Professor Snape, and you are his wife!!

Hermione turned to Harry.

Hermione: Oh, Harry, you were right! Snape is indeed alive!

The trio was overjoyed, yet the couple didn't seem to understand the situation, not knowing how to respond to the many questions from the trio.

Potion Professor: No, we don't know who that is, unfortunately... Can I help?

Hermione passed the book to the potion professor, who flipped through it while looking at the herbology professor.

Potion Professor: Ahh, I see, you're former students...

He smiled sadly.

Potion Professor: Sorry for not being the people you were looking for... but let me introduce ourselves.

He cleared his throat.

Daniel: I'm Daniel Page, Potions Professor, and this is Tp (your last name), Herbology Professor!

Tp: More precisely, Tp (your last name) Page recently!

Daniel smiled at Tp before taking her hand. Time had passed, and several years had elapsed. Now, all their years at Hogwarts were memories that could be sad, boring, angry, but above all, happy.

Their friends had taken different paths, artist, Quidditch player... And they had decided to stay in the academic field, but this time as professors! Daniel had become a Potions professor, and Tp, an Herbology professor... and of course, the two lovers had married each other.

Ron: Oh, congratulations, and sorry for mistaking you for someone else.

Tp smiled sadly and put her hand on the redhead's shoulder.

Tp: We're sorry for not being the people you were looking for... but if you don't mind telling us more about them...

Daniel gestured for the group to sit at one of the tables. They took their seats on the wooden stools.

Hermione: So, you really don't know who they are?

Daniel shook his head again before seeing a small portrait slide towards him. He was shocked himself by the great resemblance. He felt Tp's arms on his shoulder; she rested her head on it to see better.

Tp: It's true that the resemblance is striking!

Daniel: I feel like I'm looking at myself in a mirror!

The Golden Trio laughed, sharing some details about the two lovers.

Harry: Are you sure you don't have any family connections?

Once again, Daniel shook his head negatively.

Daniel: I'm a half-blood; my father is a Muggle.

Tp: Sorry, I don't know, but admit it's quite extraordinary to have such a resemblance! Daniel, admit it! You are actually Snape, but you took a rejuvenation potion!

Tp tugged at Daniel's cheek, who groaned a little at the slight pain.

Daniel: No, no, I was born in London, and I'm definitely a half-blood!

Tp looked at the small clock before noticing that several hours had passed. She got up hastily.

Tp: Excuse me, but my next class is in 20 minutes, and I have to prepare everything!

Hermione: Wait a moment, please!

Tp stopped in her tracks.

Hermione: Do you mind... if I add a photo of you to my album? Just to remember you and... your resemblance to them!

Tp smiled and stood next to Daniel, who entwined his fingers with Tp's, giving her a light kiss on her forehead. They smiled, unable to stop laughing.

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Hermione: There you go!

She shook the photo to make it appear more quickly, and once it did, she smiled, giving it to the couple.

Tp: I thought...

Hermione: I made two; accept this one, you both look adorable in it.

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When Hermione put the photo she had taken into the photo album, she placed it on the same page as Snape and his wife. What a surprise to see that they were both in the same place, and both couples had their fingers entwined, laughing... She felt like she was seeing two different timelines or even... ❝𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫❞

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I really like writing this Thanks again for your request! I hope that I have respected it and that you will have liked it

[scarydeadlavender]

꧁༺ 𝓙𝓮 𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮 ༻꧂

Tp: Hey Daniel, if one day someone asks you to give me something, what would you say?

Caught off guard, he dropped the small wooden spatula, which made a high-pitched sound on the stone floor. ❝"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥,"❞ he thought. But he kept that thought to himself.

Daniel: Give you something? Pff.

He rolled his eyes while picking up the spatula and cleaning it, leaving his friend with a sad smile.

Tp: Oh, I see...

Although he didn't say anything, he noticed Tp's sad expression, trying to hide her true thoughts. Wanting to make amends, he decided to speak while sprinkling the substance with a few grains of a particular flower.

Daniel: But I'd be willing to give ❝"𝐋𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣'𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣'𝐚𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭é𝐞𝐬"❞

He didn't take his eyes off the cauldron, but he could sense a slight smile forming on Tp's lips, a smile he liked so much.

The mixture he continued to stir had a kind of hypnotic effect, allowing his mind to drift off, but he couldn't help it. He let his mind wander into memories...

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It's not something trivial for Daniel Page to feel down some days, and his low moods are often linked to potions he couldn't brew correctly. Everyone knows that when he's in that state, it's quite difficult to feel good around him.

Indeed, he had a kind of aura that made it clear to anyone approaching him that something was wrong, which often left the boy alone, his mood affecting other students and making them gloomy.

But one student on whom this dark aura didn't rub off was... Tp.

And on that day, it was just one of those days, but even so, Tp was smiling at him and talking about various topics, and the boy was watching him, feeling his depressing thoughts slowly disappear.

❝"𝐉𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐦ê𝐦𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐝é𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦é"❞

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Another time, they were both in the library, with very few students present due to the autumn vacation.

The two friends were sitting at a table made of dark wood, each engrossed in a different subject. A window allowed a ray of orange sunlight to gently warm them, and the only sound present was the rustling of pages. Daniel rested his head in his hand while the other held a pencil, jotting down some notes on parchment. As for Tp, both hands supported his head. It was such a sweet moment that nothing could disturb them.

Then suddenly, a small laugh was heard, and Daniel lifted his head to see his friend laughing.

Daniel: What's so funny?

The two started whispering.

Tp: Oh, nothing, just... something funny in the book, that's all.

If it had been anyone else, he might have playfully scolded them for laughing or made some onomatopoeia and comments about their reading. But compared to the others, he enjoyed these moments. He loved seeing the expressions of surprise, joy, or even anger on his friend's face. He found it amusing to see him so absorbed in a book, forgetting everything else around him. He couldn't help but smile.

❝"𝐄𝐭 𝐥'𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐭 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐫é𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬"❞

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❝« 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝é𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 »❞

Indeed, people's flaws are often considered as nuisances, yet sometimes, there are people who like them, considering them as something positive.

For instance, while some might consider Tp's shyness a flaw that prevents him from making new acquaintances, with this shyness, he managed to form strong bonds with him. Or even his clumsiness, which often causes him to bump into things or drop objects, or getting involved in dangerous situations.

Well... that's what he liked about him.

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What an unfortunate feeling it is to see the person you love, looking at someone else with eyes sparkling with love, especially someone else other than you...

For a few days, Tp had been looking at a boy with hair as blond as wheat, with a slim face and beautiful green eyes.

He glanced at the guy from the corner of his eye, his head resting in the palm of his hand, wishing his friend would look at him the way he looked at the other guy.

❝𝐎𝐧 𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐭 ❞ he thought before diverting his thoughts back to what the professor was teaching.

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Tp: Hello? Houston, we have a problem.

Tp waved her hand in front of the boy's eyes, who blinked rapidly, startled when he noticed his potion overflowing and leaving a violet foam on the table.

Tp: Ah! You're back! You were lost in thought!

Daniel: Yeah, lost...

Daniel sighed when he saw the mess flowing onto the floor. Without hesitation, he grabbed a cloth to clean it up and went to the sink, turning on the cold water. His eyes fixed on the water flowing, he didn't pay attention to the water rising and about to overflow.

Tp: Daniel!

He startled again when he saw the water level and, especially, at the sound of Tp's voice, quickly turning off the water.

Tp: Are you okay? You seem distant...

He squinted, knowing he couldn't lie to Tp, as she was too important to him. He placed his hands on the edge of the sink before surprising his friend with a laugh.

Daniel: Oh, Tp, I shouldn't have lied to you! Do you want to know the truth?

Tp didn't say anything, letting him speak without understanding what was happening.

Daniel: ❝𝐎𝐮𝐡 𝐣𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐱, 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬❞

He looked at his clumsiness and smiled.

Daniel: ❝𝐌𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝é𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐬 !❞

He turned around, looking directly into Tp's eyes, his dear friend who supported him even when he was down, the moments they spent reading in the library...

Daniel: ❝𝐌𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟é𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐉𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞…❞

He lowered his head to the floor, now avoiding Tp's gaze, embarrassed by revealing his true thoughts, but he couldn't go back now.

Daniel: ❝𝐉𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞…𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐱, 𝐜𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐬.❞

He didn't dare to look at him, his cheeks as red as his hair due to the confessions he had just made. After all, Tp had asked him what he would be willing to give, and he had honestly answered... because he loved him.

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Ooohh I love writing this! This was the first time I wrote with song lyrics! The music is Jean Jack Golman Je te donne, a song from the 80s! Hehe some 80s music sound cool