#hogwarts days

[wearingaberetinparis]

For shirtless James Potter May prompt :

"liar liar, pants on fire" except it's his shirt

Also I loved loved loved the regency fic !!! Darcy who ? That man has nothing on our James !

Thank you for the prompt! This one is a little ridiculous, I fear. But I hope you'll like it!

Shirtless James Potter May - Drabble 6

Shirtless Fire Mishap James

His parents had always taught him not to lie. His mum – in particular – had been adamant he always speak the truth: “Lies, James,” she would say, “make one’s heart a dark place.”

He had never expected, however, that a little white lie would see his shirt set on fire.

Now, he lay in the hospital wing, arm slung over his eyes, as he winced at the way Madam Pomfrey rubbed the thick paste into his wounds that – so she had promised – would fully heal as long as he would not be a baby about her treatment of it.

If there was one thing, however, that James Potter did well, it was being entirely too dramatic about these things.

“I nearly died, you know,” he told the admiring group of Gryffindor Fourth Year girls at the foot of his bed. “Pomfrey said I was lucky to have escaped death. She said if I had been brought in as little as a second later –”

A throat was cleared, and his attention immediately flitted to the redhead standing a few paces away from the simpering girls hanging off his lips. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she’d raised one of her eyebrows at him.

Read the whole thing HERE!

@jilychallenge

[the---wallflower]

In honor of Severus Snape's birthday, have a snippet of my lastest fanfiction that focuses on Severus.

The summer holidays always seemed bland in comparison to Hogwarts. A two months sentence in boring, unstimulating Cokeworth, devoid of magic and knowledge. Although that isn’t entirely true, Severus, his mother, Eileen, and Lily Evans across the way all can use magic, but two of them are underage, and the third, well, she hasn’t done magic in a long time.

Severus twirls his wand around in a practiced motion, the dark wood fluidly sliding over and under his slender fingers. This wasn’t his original wand; no, when he first went to Hogwarts, he’d used his mother’s wand—willow with unicorn hair—but it never liked him much. It was almost a relief when James Potter (blasted, arrogant James Potter who strutted around the castle like he owned it) thought it’d be fun to snap his wand right before Transfiguration, knowing Professor McGonagall wouldn’t believe him.

His parents weren’t pleased with him when Dumbledore wrote to them about Severus’ broken wand and how it would need replacing. His joy at not being home was insurmountable, for if he had, his father would’ve shown no mercy to him. That weekend, Severus got special permission from Headmaster Dumbledore to leave Hogwarts and go to Ollivander’s with his mother.

Ollivander made him try several wands, none of which liked him. Until, in a last-ditch effort, the wand-maker shoved an ebony and phoenix feather wand into his hands. Ollivander hadn’t expected much, and he certainly didn’t expect the black and gray sparks that flew out of it at Severus’ touch. This wand liked him and seemed eager to learn with him, jumping at the chance to use magic, even more so when he used the spells he crafted.

Yes, this wand fits him perfectly, like staring into a mirror, or putting on a glove. It’s only natural that his wand is bored of Cokeworth just like he is. He could tell that it misses Lily just as much as he does. They haven’t talked since that happened, and Lily told him to leave her alone. But part of him wonders how long she wanted him to leave her be, would it be safe to talk to her now? It had been almost three months and her anger toward him never lasted that long.

[was-wicked]

Detention

@dontsaysalamander MESSAGED FOR A STARTER

What the pair had this time, Leta wasn’t one hundred percent sure. She wasn’t even entirely sure that they had done, nor if they had gotten in trouble together this time or not. Regardless, she guessed it wasn’t too bad: At least she had company. And that company was a good one, belonging to that of her only friend Newton Scamander. 

She expected to get through her first few years of Hogwarts without dragging anyone down with her. Naturally, fate had other plans. Other plans named Newt Scamander. Despite everything she tried he wouldn’t let her alone. Eventually she gave up trying and now here they were. Fifth year, stuck in lousy detention for the fourth time this week. She’d completely lost track of who and why it had become such a regular. The only thing she felt back about was the fact that Newt was stuck with her, like he most always was.

“Suppose there is worse ways to spend an evening.” She shrugged, smirking slightly at Newt, “What’s the count up to now? How many are we at?”

[lifeofonehufflepuffgirl]

Some potions for today CB: Hope everyone have a great day!

[was-wicked]

”The instant you start to feel something, you turn tail and run.”

Leta looked at the boy dressed in Hufflepuff robes and blinked before pulling the bag back on her shoulder and looking out in front of her and around at the people, checking for all too familiar faces.

“Don’t be silly Newt.” She brushed off his words with a whisper, hoping that perhaps if she talked as such she would , “I’m much more of a fighter and if we dally about anymore we will be late to Dumbledore’s class.” 

But oh Merlin was he speaking the truth, and never did she want him to know this. 

[was-wicked]

You square all the corners

I straighten the curves

You've got some nerve, Henry

And I'm just all nerves

But even if everything else turns to dirt

We'll be the one thing

In this world that won't hurt

[was-wicked]

Do you remember what we you did, Leta?

Do you remember your place?

[was-wicked]

Headcannons Act 02

More Headcannons: https://ask-leta-lestrange.tumblr.com/post/180257307439/biography-headcannons-not-spoiler-free

Patronus:

Leta was absolutely horrified when it was revealed what beast was casted from her wand after saying the spell, most of her classmates being even more horrified at the strange creature they had been so lucky to never see and would hopefully never see again. After a while, she began to fall in love with her winged horse, thinking it to be the only one who would ever understand her completely.

Credence Barebone:

She pitied him. She felt bad for him, but in a way she also envied him. More than anything else she would love to not be anyone and he was out there trying to become someone.... Why?

That being said, she could never feel angry at him. All she could feel in pity and envy. 

How could he not understand the blessing of being no one?

Slytherin:

She hated her house. She hated what her house said about her, regardless of how true it was. Within herself, Leta found none of the qualities of the house positive, let alone in herself. 

It wasn't that she was above them, it was only that too much ambition and coldness... Perhaps it was what she was, but she would try and deny it, wishing more than anything that she could have been in Hufflepuff, that she could she the world through that lens.

But she couldn’t and the raven never would.

Blood Prejudice:

Leta Lestrange was told what to think about her blood. She should love the darkness that so often flows within the bloodline but she didn’t. She wouldn't deny the advantage her blood was supposedly to give to her, but she loved the half-blood’s personality and the muggle-born’s simple life at home.

Leta would never judge based on ones blood, but rather on one’s heart.

Herself:

Leta was supposed to be proud. She was supposed to be prideful of who she was and with every step make others weak with envy. But she didn't feel that way... She couldn’t.

She saw herself as wicked. A monster. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Leta couldn’t find a single thing to like about herself. The only thing she liked was her relationship with the Scamander boys, especially her friendship with Newt, but she had to be careful not to let anything slip. Or she could loose the only things she enjoyed about her life.