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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Miss Lily Evans is one of a very limited group of people who know that Lady Petunia Lestrange received Seer powers when she came of age. They are sporadic, uncontrollable by any means, and never wrong.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Lord Harry Potter wonders who, in all of Avalon, decided to spread the undying, blatantly untrue rumor that Hufflepuff is the kind House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
For your request for dialogue prompts:
"Well, dearest? 𝘤𝘢𝘯 I have this dance?"
Or,
"I don't think that thing physically can be called a lap dog"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Heiress Nephele Longbottom can’t bear the thought of her first dance with an unrelated pureblood wizard being an act of pity.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Lady Petra Potter's magic echoes hollowly within her, throbbing where the soul-bond binding her to Heir James Potter lies sundered inside of her.
I wish you would write a fic where...a pureblood family got together for a big dinner and had a lot of fun, just good old fashioned family fluff
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(I'm not accepting more prompts at this time. Prompts are not currently open! I just finally have time to answer the last few from the previous round of open prompts!)
"Sirius Orion Black!" Lady Bellatrix Black screeches as she fails to dodge the entire scoop of mash he launched from his spoon at the dinner table.
"I'm sorry," Heir Sirius Black taunts with a grin, "who exactly excels at evasive maneuvers, dear cous--?"
Lady Andromeda Black smirks as the gravy from the gravy boat she Levitated and emptied over his head begins pouring down his face, and asks, "You were saying?"
Master Regulus Black releases a cry of war he would never dare voice in his mother's presence and begins pelting Andromeda with roasted brussel sprouts.
Lady Narcissa Black watches the chaos from behind her personal shield-spell, heart tender with regret that she will rarely partake in such casual meals with her family following her upcoming bonding ceremony.
I Wish You'd Write A Fic About:
JayTim, Female Tim Drake, in Pure Blood Culture AU Hogwarts
(I'm not accepting more prompts at this time. Prompts are not currently open! I just finally have time to answer the last few from the previous round of open prompts!)
"You killed Lord Roman Sionis," Heiress Timothea Drake states, her blue eyes narrowed to slits of ice.
Mister Jason Todd glances up from his book, positively lounges in his seat at the furthest table in the library, smirks, and says, "Prove it."
Timothea rounds the table and sits on his lap, curling her hands in his Ravenclaw robes just beneath the Head Boy badge before saying, voice crisp as ice, "If you'd rather let another wizard claim your exquisite courtship gift--"
Jason's eyes turn from blue to acid green; his hands grip her hips possessively as he whisper-snarls, "I'll kill anyone who thinks they can take you away from me."
Her lips curl in a satisfied smile before she kisses him with all the hunger her mother promised she would someday feel when she met a wizard worth keeping.
Congratulations on your free time! I hope it makes for a very relaxing weekend. :) For your 'I wish' ficlet game... how about some Marcus Flint/Ginny Weasley? Maybe with Ginny being the one laying siege on his heart?
I ended up having to stay late at work. 😭
However, I'm determined to make it a good weekend! 💛
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The Sorting Hat knew what it was doing when it placed Miss Ginevra Weasley in Gryffindor House. She's the youngest of seven children; courage might as well be her middle name. If you want to survive in a family that large, you have to grab what you want when you want it and never let go.
So, when Heir Marcus Flint narrows his eyes at her courtship offering and replies, "Keep me out of your pranking competitions with your brothers, Miss Weasley," the disbelief on his face when she grabs his shoulders, rises up on her toes, and declares, "I'm going to be your lady-wife and the mother of your children, Heir Flint," is insulting.
It doesn't matter how long it takes to convince him she's serious, because she won't give up.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Miss Lily Evans has spent her entire life being different. So, really, is it any wonder that she’s different in this way as well?
