#first magic

[practicecourts]

@constancezin thank you again for drawing this happy family for the December jily calendar and my wee little fic Snow Magic, back in 2022. (never mind me, getting ready for some December bingo time ;-) Still melts my heart! thank you!!

[dream-girls-dream-girl]

remus opened the door to his son’s room, to find him babbling away to his plush toys as though his 2 year old opinions were of the utmost intelligence and importance, his tone implying that it was simply imperative that his inanimate friends understand his groundbreaking ways of thinking.

remus laughed lowly to himself before declaring, “too right, mr edward lupin, you tell them who’s boss.”

“dada!” the toddler exclaimed happily before springing onto his feet and making a grabby gesture with his hands, indicating his desire to be lifted by his father, his childish tirade long forgotten.

“yes, cariad i’m coming, i’m coming,” he said, hoisting his child up onto his hip and carrying him downstairs towards the kitchen, all the while teddy continued to chatter away to his dad about all kinds of intelligent topics a toddler would be knowledgeable in.

“someone’s chatty today,” sirius remarked as he carried a bowl full of freshly cooked porridge over to the kitchen table.

“don’t i know it,” remus laughed, as he settled teddy into his high chair, fixing his yellow baby grow around his feet, as it had ridden up in all the commotion.

remus dropped a kiss onto sirius’ head as he made his way over to the toaster to make his own breakfast whilst his husband tackled the morning duty of trying to get teddy to eat without leaving a war zone in his wake.

“no b’nana daddy,” teddy whined as sirius approached him with a spoon full of mashed banana and porridge.

“but you liked them the other day,” sirius reasoned, only to be met with a frown from his son.

“want straw’bries” teddy asserted which resulted in a poorly hidden chuckle from remus as he recalls his son complaining about the damn things only yesterday.

sirius only stared blankly at his menace of a son before sighing and stating, “we’ve ran out of strawberries ted, we used them up yesterday remember?”

this caused teddy’s frown to deepen before his chin started to wobble and fat tears began to fall from his big blue eyes.

before either of his fathers had a chance to comfort their young son, he simply disappeared with a piercing pop.

sirius bolted up from his seat and exclaimed, “remus did our son just apparate!?”

not letting the panic get to him, remus soothed sirius, “shh i’m sure it’s okay love, he cant have went far, his magic is still young.”

less that 3 seconds after remus had uttered the words he turned after hearing a banging against the back door.

both of them ran to the door and opened it to find a very confused teddy sitting on the back step.

“oh sweetheart,” remus cooed as he lifted him up for a cuddle, sirius joining, placing a soft kiss to his son’s cheek, “did you scare yourself?”

teddy nodded slightly before placing his head on his dad’s shoulder and letting himself be carried back into his home.

“wha was tha dada?” teddy muttered.

“that was your very first magic, love” replied remus, bouncing teddy slightly in his arms in a calming gesture.

“you gave us quite the fright,” sirius said, ruffling the young boys blue curls.

“di’nt mean to da,” teddy replied, launching into his other dad’s arms for a cuddle.

“we know darling,” hugging the blue haired boy with just as much fervour, “it won’t be so scary when you know how to use magic properly. hm?”

“like you and dada?” he asked

“hopefully with a bit more responsibility than your father,” remus retorted, which earned him a lighthearted shove from his husband.

“oi im plenty responsible arsehole!” sirius exclaimed.

“daddy that’s a bad word!” teddy chastised, giggling at his fathers indignance, as though his son’s disciplining is the greatest betrayal.

“yes, mr lupin watch you language,” remus added before enveloping his family in a hug, and planting loving kisses on the sides of his loved ones heads.

[adoriels-tears-if]

Oh, as a sort of continuation about that ask where MC uses blood magic to erase their elven lineage, how would Ashlyen feel about that? Would Elianna even tell him, after he asked that she doesn't talk about MC to him?

Oh yeah, Elianna would tell him, she would even yell it to his face! And Ash would be so relieved! Mc might not have the features and senses of an elf anymore, but they would still be his child in a way. It would be easier to approach Mc and form a bond.

He would also be very impressed and a bit smug about Mc's achievement, not being able to stop himself from saying that Mc got his power from him lol. Elianna would roll her eyes so much!

[asktheheirofslytherin]

We're you there when delphi took her first steps?

No. She took them in Bella’s home. I saw the follow up performance the day after, however. Still just as wobbly as the first time, I was told, so I certainly did not miss anything. 

I was there for her first display of magic, which I found to be far more important. 

[agduna-central]

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[adoriels-tears-if]

Continuing on Elianna reaction to the ask were MC erased thier elven blood how would she react if MC said to her

‘it’s was body it’s was my choice it’s was my choice to be free of a hell you and that badstand put me in and if you what to see your own child burning at the stakes than I believe it’s best that leave and never came back’

Elianna would be destroyed if you told her that. She would understand, of course, but accepting it would be something else entirely.

[thefireandthefanged]

Monty," Will whispered. It was late at night, later than was the norm for both of them. But they had a lot to talk about and time flew by, neither of them willing to let go of each other just yet, even if they still had a few days of Christmas holidays left to spend together. Will was smiling, his eyes closed; content and a little sleepy, absentmindedly drawing patterns on Andrew's chest with his fingers. What began like hearts has long turned into butts, courtesy of the artist's lazy daze. The fire was cracking in the fireplace, in stark contrast to the snow falling outside of Will's window. "Monty, what was your first sign of magic?" He was clearly grasping at any topics possible just to keep himself from drifting off to sleep.

"…Hmm?" Montrose, having been lulled into a state of sleepy content by Will's tracing fingers, groggily stirs at the question. He stretches like a tranquil cat, smiling lazily. "Oh, that one. Not a memory that I mind recalling, actually."

His eyes shift to his knuckles as they carelessly brush against a freckle on Will's shoulder. He recalls how often the same knuckles would be bruised after hours spent in the sparring room with his brother and father. Power came in many forms, but as the ultimate currency, his father never failed to remind them that it must be mastered no matter the cost.

"…I was around ten, I think."

The oppressive weight of their gilded great hall was hard to forget, even in memory. He remembered standing in the corner of the room, just a boy flexing his same bruised knuckles in an attempt to distract himself that (despite the immense space) he felt that there was a significantly limited amount of air. He hungered for a moment of fresh breath, and found that it was impossible among the swathes of witches and wizards speaking in hushed conversations around him.

"….my father was having a dinner party that evening."

The slow melodic waves of a cello threaded between the chatter of the room, smells of smoked meats and spices filled the air as fruits and assortments of cheese overflowed on the enchanted tables. No goblet was ever empty, especially as the time to bid drew closer.

That's right. It wasn't just a dinner. It had been an auction for another cursed object his father had illicitly gotten his hands on. Its worth already made considerably higher since it was currently being coveted by both his father's associates of ill repute, as well as by the Ministry. Quite like his father to try and gain favor on both sides.

Power was power after all, no matter the moral implications of it. The concept of it had bored a ten year old Andrew, already quite used to these dinners AND to the exhaustive games of old wizards with little intelligence trying to best each other.

“….I don’t remember much of who was there."

….Except one pair of eyes so dark they were almost black. Montrose wished he could forget the man that the unnerving gaze belonged to. He had been speaking to his mother, her face an impassive mask as always (a skill that she would later teach Montrose to master very well), and Montrose had felt the need to walk over.

The man would inevitably fail to gain the object he had sought that night, (though that particular object hadn't been the relic up for bid) The man would also remember Montrose too, much later, when they met for the second time (and the last). Montrose remembered stepping between them.

His thoughts pause as he shifts to draw Will closer before recounting the next part,

”…I remember feeling as though I wished that something could carry us far away for just a moment. And that’s when a great wind swept the entirety of the room…”

A strong gust ripped through the room, goblets spilling, tables overturning, and for Montrose…the air that he had so desperately been seeking finally filled him. Something was lifted from him as he felt his magic course through him, like a kite untethered. He felt lighter. He felt full of thrilling possibility.

”…Amidst the chaos, I remember turning to see my mother laughing at me. She looked happy. And far too amused for the mess around us.”

He chuckles softly, “Probably the only two in the entire damn room who smiled that night.”

And for him, there had always been enough magic in that alone.