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[teeny-tiny-dot]

So Many Rules, So Little Time || Self-para FHWC6

Dot wasn't normally suspicious by nature, but she was certain that all these new rules were meant to hinder the students rather than help them. After all, why would Rattigan make all these extravagant new rules unless he was up to something dodgy. She knew that it would do no good to ask Flick to help her investigate because he still wasn't talking to her, even though she had told him the truth. According to someone, somewhere, "the truth will set you free", but she had tried and it hadn't worked. She was even less free now than she was before. There was nobody else that she trusted enough to help her, and she couldn't risk dragging Mike into her misadventures, so she decided to brave going it alone.

Sneaking into Rattigan's office was easy. Finding evidence that proved her wrong was much harder. All the paperwork she could gain access to seemed to be in some sort of code that she wasn't smart enough to decipher. She couldn't get any of the desk drawers to open, and she had been too stupid to remember to bring her wand from her dorm. Hearing footsteps outside the door, she paused and held her breath, hoping her presence would go unnoticed. She hadn't even planned far enough ahead to know what she would do if she was caught.  Thankfully, the footsteps passed, but Dot was too shaken to continue searching. Bolting out of the office, she slammed the door behind her, no wiser now than she had been before. In her haste, she had managed to knock down a professor that she couldn't seem to remember the name of, resulting in a detention for being out of class. 

[aheart-is-a-heavy-burden]

Desperate Measures // Self Para

Groaning in frustration, Sophie placed her head in her hands, resting her elbows on the table. Managing the hat shop from so far away was turning out to be a great deal more difficult that she had initially figured, and doing so was staring to keep her up all night. Every night. It certainly didn’t help that business was slower than ever, the only person willing to work for the shop being Lettie. To be perfectly blunt, Hatters Hat Shop was plummeting rather quickly into bankruptcy.

The constant noise that floated about the halls of Hogwarts combined with her unnatural stress levels had been enough to drive her up a wall, so she had taken her briefcase and left the common room. Taking up a spot in the library, she had opted to continue with bookkeeping there instead, where she could sip tea in a significantly quieter environment.

She was a little calmer now, but her frustrations had yet to vanish by any means. No matter how long she sat there in thought, she couldn’t figure a solution to keep the family business alive.

Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair, coming to rest them on her shoulders. “Breathe,” she reminded herself softly, a note of bitterness in her voice. She would find a way to get through this. With the right amount of determination and a well thought out plan, the hat shop could still be saved. Of that she was still hopeful.

So with a little more optimism than before, she collected her papers and stood, tucking them neatly back into the briefcase. After smoothing down her skirt and tucking back her hair, she pushed in her chair and started on her way out of the library. She made her way down the isle, and caught sight of a book lying out in the open. Stopping in her tracks, Sophie looked around for whoever might have left the book, but found no one. Shrugging, she picked it up, looking for a title so that she might be able to put it back in its place on the shelf.

“Oh,” she mumbled in surprise, her eyes widening. It wasn’t a book that she had seen before, but it was certainly one that she had heard of. It belonged in the restricted section of the library, and for good reason, she supposed. How it had ended up there, she didn’t have the faintest idea. Glancing over her shoulder again to make sure that she was alone, she flipped through its pages, her eyes scanning the contents. The book spoke of various dark spells and potions that were very rarely spoke of; most of which she had never heard of. Curses and hexes that could quite easily end another’s life, or unnatural potions that could very well send someone straight to Azkaban.

Trying her best to ignore the chills that ran down her spine, she turned the page again, only to freeze entirely. There, staring her directly in the face, was a potion to bring about great fortune.

The hat shop

Perhaps it was a crazy idea- one that might land her in far more trouble than she would like, but it was an idea. In fact, it was her only idea. And it just might work.

So with quick and decisive motions, she tore out the page and set the book back down, before folding the paper and sticking it in her pocket. Drawing a deep breath and reminding herself to keep a cool head, she headed out of the library, at war with her conscience.

[pandorashaw-blog1]

Smoking in the Forest || Self para

The snow had made going anywhere outside of the castle difficult. Pandora typically liked to do things alone. It wasn't that she was anti-social or anything. She just hated mooches. She had her own stash of things and since she came from money she felt that people took advantage of her access to contraband. 

Pandora sat on her bed and pulled her papers and pot. There was nothing more relaxing than rolling a joint. She enjoyed the feel of the bud crumbling under her fingers. The perfect joint was smaller than a cigarette but thicker than a toothpick. She even enjoyed the honey sweet taste of the adhesive as she ran it across her tongue to seal the paper. 

She examined her work before slipping her jacket on, the joint in her pocket and her snow boots on. Pandora strolled her way to her favorite spot in the forest and swore the entire way there. The snow clung to the legs of her pants and tried to creep into her boots. She tried to follow the steps people made as they made their way through the school grounds. The path became thicker to walk through the further she went until she was making her own path. 

Pandora's spot was tucked away in the thickest part of the forest. A rock sat alone surrounded by birch and oak. It was beautiful solitude. Smoking trees with the trees, she thought. Pandora pulled her jacket down to try and keep her rear warm and dry as she sat on the rock. 

She sparked up her joint and once she exhaled she could relax and bask in the warmth of the smoke.

[thecornyrobinson-blog]

Time After Time || Self Para

Cornelius lead a fairly simple life. He didn't stir up too much drama, he kept to himself and spent most of his time reading or locked in his dormitory working on some kind of  invention. In short, he wasn't the most remarkable wizard in Hogwarts, but there was one secret the blonde always kept under lock and key that had a tendency to weigh on his mind often: his future. His distorted time turner showed him a future of which he never wanted to see again, which always kept him cautious of his actions and simple mistakes in life. There had been so many temptations to use the device to go back in time and change every invention gone wrong, every bad exam grade and every trip in the corridors. Anything and everything could lead to the future that was waiting for him just around the corner.

One rainy afternoon, Cornelius was left to his own affairs in the Ravenclaw common room. All that could be heard was the pitter pat of raindrops falling outside and the subtle crinkle of the fire roaring in the hearth. He himself was situated in a love seat, trying to study for one his final exams. As he flipped the page of his massive textbook, the edge of the paper scraped across his finger, giving him a slight paper cut. "Merlin's beard!" He silently cursed to himself, dropping the book from his lap and onto his toe. "Son of a Jackal!" He cried out when his eyes widened in fear. What if a simple flub like that could send his future down a spiral?

Bolting from the common room, Cornelius sped up to his dorm room and fell to his knees in front of his trunk. Cracking it open, he began throwing anything and everything out until he found a little safe box tucked away at the bottom. Opening it, he fished out the gleaming time turner that dangled precariously in front of his face. A look deep concern and utter confusion painted his features. Was it worth it? Time travel could have serious consequences.  Giving up, he threw the blasted ornament back into his trunk and sat against it feeling utterly hopeless and defeated.

[nostringstohold]

I'm not my father's son || Self-Para

Paxton tried putting off thinking of his rocky relationship with his father ever since he came back from his summer holiday. It seemed as though  they would never return to where they once were when his mother was alive. It was all easy when he was at school, away from home, but his last year would soon be coming to a close and then where would he go? There would be no hiding and there would no more running away. At some point a decision had to be made and Paxton wanted to make the right one.

He made his way to the owlery with a fresh piece of parchment and a quill. Sitting himself on one of the steps, he took his hand to the scroll and decided that it was time to confront and bury the hatchet.

Dear Dad,

How are things? I'm good, in case you were wondering. I don't know why you would, but I figured that I'd tell you. I was wondering if it was alright for me to come home for Spring Break. And I mean, really come home. I miss you, dad. I know things haven't been so easy between you and I, but I want you to know that I'm willing to work at this if you are. But, what you must understand is that I am who I am. There is no changing that. I'm happy with who I am and that's what most matters at the end of the day.

I've found someone who makes me me happy. Do you remember how you would always tell me about how there was an instant spark the first time you met mom? Well, that's how I feel with a certain boy named Phillip. I don't need validation from you to be happy. But, I want to patch things up with you because you're my father and I love you. I looked up to you. No matter how you feel about me, you'll still hold a special place in my heart. I just hope you'll bother to read this letter.

Your son, 

Paxton Erdo.

Paxton wiped the fresh tears rolling down his face and sealed the letter before hesitantly placing it in his owl's slot.

[thatcheekymouse]

Something ain't right around here II Pip and Jaq

Jaq felt like he was at the point of carving down the days of his final months at Hogwarts for the sole reason that the school no longer felt free and liberated; It felt like a boot camp where everything was regulated with a strict hand and everything was surveyed with a hawk's eye. There was practically a restriction on anything and everything was Hogwarts was famous for that it came to the point where the students were doing many things on the down low, as to not attract any sort of attention that could land them with detention for weeks straight.

The young man was enjoying a quiet evening out in Hogsmeade, partaking in a butterbeer and a meal before having to head back to the castle before it got too late in the night. As he was leaving The Three Broomsticks, he bumped into a taller figured, whom he couldn't actually distinguish in the lighting. Sighing he tried to get past in an effort to get back to the grounds before curfew. "I'm so sorry, but you're sort of in my way and I don't have time to be fooling around here." He stated fervently.

[theinnocentbobby]

To Hammy, with love II Cherie and Bobby

Bobby was gazing out of one of the castle's many open archways and sighing to himself as he clutched on to a folded up piece of paper. It was a dark day, but not necessarily because the sun wasn't out. He knew that at some point the time would come to face his demons, regardless of how tirelessly he tried to avoid the inevitable. Perhaps a proper send off to his once beloved was what he needed. The reality was that Hamish had passed away several months ago, but it just seemed as though it was yesterday because the pain was just as present. It was as if the universe was taunting him, telling him that he could never really keep a loved one for very long before they were forcefully ripped from him. He knew that if he didn't attend memorial, the guilt would stay with him for years to come. 

Just as he was about to budge from his spot, he saw a familiar face pouncing down the corridor, towards his general direction. Clearing his throat, he held his free hand up at her in acknowledgement as she walked past him. "Hi, Cherie," He chirped simply. "You going to the memorial service today?" In all honesty, he had no clue as to why he asked such a question, but it's all that was on his mind, so he figured he couldn't even speak of anything else but.

[colorsofthewind-poca]

Love is an Open Door || Self Para

Staring at the letter that sat on her desk Pocahontas thought one thing, since when? Since when was her father gay? When did he even meet this guy? She had gone home for a few days during Christmas and he said nothing about him She tries to think if there were any signs that she had just simply ignored. There were none. It's not as if she had anything against it, she herself has messed around with the same sex before, she just never expected it from the man who had created her. Who knows how her mother would feel right now. It's been almost thirteen years but she could still remember the woman's bright smile, how it could light up a room. Pocahontas remembers the camping trips they would go on where they would bring nothing but sleeping bags and a tent and rely on nature to supply the rest. Mostly though, she remembers the love that her parents shared. To this day she hopes to marry someone who cares for her that immensely, and who she cares for just as equally. 

At the moment though, there was no one she was in a relationship with. The only person she was really close to was Nakoma, and honestly half the time she wondered how the other girl put up with her for all these years. Even after they were sorted into separate houses, they stayed close. Pocahontas cared for her more than she did anyone else in the school, or anyone at all. She trusted her with everything and didn't know what she would do without her, she was irreplaceable. 

Pocahontas knew that no matter what she did after graduation, she wanted Nakoma to be beside her. She didn't want to ever be separated from the girl she grew up with. Just the thought of it was unbearable, and somewhat confusing. Why would she feel this way? It's not like they are in a committed relationship. The thought did come across her mind though, if she wanted to be in a relationship with Nakoma. She found the idea to be pleasant and wondered why she had never noticed before now. Pocahontas was completely infatuated with her best friend.