#hogwarts shifting script

[jadeshifting]

— CHARMS TO USE AT HOGWARTS.

“Emendanus Caparus” ( hair fixer-upper charm )

for when you’re already running late for something and have absolutely no time to un-mess your hair (which looks like a Kneazle nest.) swish-flick, and it makes your hair neat and orderly. not styled, but not a total mess, either

“Numquamify” ( never-spill spell )

coffee, tea, pumpkin juice, or a potion that’s in a bottle without a lid (for whatever weird reason,) this spell keeps it locked in it’s container—no matter how many stairs you trip up

“Soccum Invenire” ( sock locator )

because somehow, the castle eats one of every pair. wave your wand and listen for the “ping” as your sock cries for help under your bed

“Librapluma” ( lighter bag charm )

those 10 pound textbooks can be a real drag—literally. dragging you through the corridors between classes. this charm makes your bag a much lighter load and allows you to glide through the halls without an aching back

“Calidarum” ( hot air charm )

the sometimes endless drizzle seriously gets your robes soaked moving between classes. the hot air that this charm produces from your wand might take a sec, but it gets you toasty warm and dry enough to keep you from being sopping wet in potions class (Snape will humiliate you in front of everyone)

“Extermina Atramentus” ( ink-erasing charm )

maybe my most-used charm, because if there’s even a stray smudge of ink on my schoolwork, i’ll have a total meltdown. for those times you misspell or deliriously write the wrong date on your parchment, this charm simply vanishes it so you can rewrite like it never happened at all

“Locus Odorem” ( room scent spell )

often used by the Slytherins when they get sick of that wet dungeon smell. this spell adds a swirl of lavender, citrus, fresh-baked cookies, vanilla, patchouli—you get it—to a room, a smell adjusted to what you specifically want. ( i prefer rain and jasmine )

“Scourgify” ( cleaning charm )

spills happen, it’s fine, because this charm works even faster than those Muggle stain removers. it helps to avoid changing robes for the fourth time in a week after an unfortunate potions lessons

“Acutaplectra” ( quill-sharpening charm )

no need to waste your time fussing with blunt quills when you’re already fighting for your life trying to write three feet of punishment essays for Snape. this charm has you immediately back to your furious scribbling

“Tentus Liberloco” ( moving bookmark charm )

did you lose your place in the (impossibly gigantic) volume you had to study for History of Magic? and now you’re staring at it blankly thinking about having to search for where you were (when all the pages look the exact same ??) luckily, this charm keeps your place for you, and flips to the last page you read when you pick it back up. life’s too short to spend it hunting through pages

“Lenis Lectus” ( bed-making charm )

when you’re hustling to class with no time for chores, but you don’t wanna come back to a totally trashed room at the end of the day, a quick flick of your wand will leave your bed tidy, pillows fluffed, and duvet folded to perfection

“Calceacrus” ( shoe shine spell )

after spending as much time as i do trudging through the Forbidden Forest looking for illegal potion ingredients, my beloved boots are constantly streaked and scuffed—and i do not need to hear Peeves taunting in the hallway about it. swish your wand and watch your shoes gleam like you just walked out of the shop with them, brand-new

“Ruperitus” ( wrinkle removal charm )

i’ve seen students get house points taken away just from having crinkled uniform robes—this charm smooths out your robes so you won’t look like you just got into a fight with a washing machine and lost

“Consolus Pulvinar” ( seat cushion charm )

the chairs in class are sooo not it. this charm makes your seat feel like a fluffy armchair, so you can survive those double Transfiguration classes without dragging a broken tailbone down the corridor afterwards

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Wand cores for shifters

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•Acromantula web °:. *₊ ° . ° .• — If you're thinking about having a wand made with Acromantula web, you're probably a fan of having your wand confiscated by the authorities. Using a wand with this core has been illegal in Britain since 1782, after it was discovered that the wielder of an Acromantula web wand has particular ability with Dark magics, especially the Imperius curse. There are certain diplomatic exceptions, as it is a traditional core for Asian wands, but even those are temporary, and many wizard diplomats on long-term assignments find themselves compelled to procure replacement wands for their stay.

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•Augurey Tail Feather °:. *₊ ° . ° .•—Augureys, or Irish phoenixes, were once associated with powerful Dark wands, as their cries were thought to signify an upcoming death. However, they were in reality never a strong Dark core, and were more accurately a powerful core for Divinations. Misunderstood students may find themselves bonded to an augurey wand, although these wands are altogether quite rare.

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•Basilisk Skin °:. *₊ ° . ° .•—Basilisk wands are incredibly rare, as the beasts are rare to begin with and hard to kill. Due to the rarity, they often are passed down from generation to generation, so basilisk-core wands are either the heirloom of Slytherin-type Pureblood families or reforged wands from family cores. The occasional new basilisk wand will almost always bond to a Parselmouth or budding Dark Wizard. Very little good comes out of wielders of basilisk wands.

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•Boomslang Venom °:. *₊ ° . ° .•—Boomslang venom, whether crystallized or in a rarer liquid core, provides a small boost to jinxes and hexes thanks to its venomous qualities. However, when a wandmaker undertakes the dangerous task of working with the raw venom, it is generally with the aim of creating a powerful Transfiguration wand. Whether or not the advantages outweigh the risks is not generally agreed upon in wandmaking circles.

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•Dementor Skin °:. *₊ ° . ° .•— Dementors are said to be somewhat sentient (Fudge talks to them in POA) and the cloak might be just a cloak. Yet, Dementors are very powerful creatures and extremely dangerous, which explains why such wand cores are so rare. These cores are hard to use in wandmaking since their possibilities haven't been explored yet and they are unstable. They are usually associated with Dark Arts given their origins, but are generally more efficient if their wielder is emotionally controlled. A link between Dementor skin wand wielders and proficient Occlumencers has been observed as well. Interestingly, they are known to produce the most powerful Patronus Charm.

°:. *₊ ° . ° .•Crystallized Basilisk Venom °:. *₊ ° . ° .•—while it would be very difficult to obtain, a wand with this core—however very few wands with this core have been spotted in the hands of parseltongues. A wand with this core would have the ability to obey its master in parseltongue—and would have the unique ability to destroy horcruxes

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How the Hogwarts girls would cuddle/hug you

Hermonie:

loves to read to you

Will prop your head on her shoulder and listen to music

Has a playlist for cuddles and naps

Ginny

She will demand you cuddle and kiss before bed

Literally can’t sleep without kissing her goodnight

Luna:

she loves when you lie down on her chest/lap.

She especially loves playing with your hair

She will literally tell you stories and talk you to sleep

Pansy

Lots of smooching and lots of touching

She likes to touch you everywhere

She is very affectionate but doesn’t show it much in public unless she is jealous

After a long day she loves to cuddle for at least two hours

[jadeshifting]

— PLACES TO SCRIPT. ( KNOCKTURN ALLEY )

MORCANT’S RELIQUARY. a narrow shop filled with glass cases that contain cursed artifacts, sealed behind layered containment charms. they specialize in objects that are no longer legal to use, but still… “studied” for “historical or academic purposes”

THE THIRD DOOR at BORGIN & BURKES. behind a thick, unmarked iron door in the cellar of Borgin & Burkes lies a private appraisal room, for items that are too volatile to display. the sale of these items is conducted under heavy wards, and buyers are vetted in advance. the room smells faintly of dust and old magic. no receipts are ever issued

THE SUMP. an underground tavern carved into old sewer tunnels beneath the Alley. the air is damp, water drips off the walls, the light is low. fights are tolerated as long as they don’t disrupt business. it serves cheap spirits and sour beer, and acts as neutral ground for criminal negotiation

BLACKWELD IRONWORKS. a forge that produces weapons and tools imbued with dark enchantments, primarily for defensive or ritual use. the air smells of smoke and heated metal, and the proprietor speaks very little—most customers arrive with very specific commissions and leave quickly

THE PALLID VEIL. this shop deals in funerary magic and mourning charms, including shrouds, grave markers, and post-mortem wards. the interior is dim, grim and silent, lit by cold white candles. healers, undertakers, and families dealing with unusual deaths frequent the space, as well as customers looking to deal with… unfortunate or unexpected deaths in a quiet, discreet way

GRINDLEHOOK COUNTING HOUSE. a hidden banking room operated by goblins, that specializes in laundering stolen magical assets. the office is bare and clinical, with iron desks and warded chests built into the floor. clients include smugglers, black-market traders, and those evading Ministry asset seizure

GALLOWMERE TEXTILES. this establishment sells enchanted fabrics woven with magic. cloaks and gloves here may dampen magical signatures or obscure emotional states. the garments are expensive, and often purchased by those who prefer to remain unnoticed

VIREX BROTHERS REMOVAL. the front business advertises discreet transport services, while the back room—the real money-maker—handles the disappearance of cursed objects, bodies, or evidence. contracts are negotiated verbally, no paper trail

THE BONE LEDGER. a grim bookkeeping office that manages contracts, debts, and inheritances between wizards that involve dark magic or cursed assets. shelves of thick ledgers line the walls, each bound in dark leather. the shop is strictly professional and heavily warded against any tampering

THE CROWMARKET. a narrow side-alleyway that only appears at night. it’s lined with temporary stalls selling things like stolen wands, counterfeit potions, and altered identity papers. the vendors rotate nightly, and most customers arrive hooded and leave quickly

ASH & MYRRH. an incense and resin shop specializing in substances used for summoning, warding, and spirit work (controversial.) the air inside is thick with layered scents, some pleasant—most unsettling

SPIDER SEAL REGISTRY. a document office that forges licenses, permits, blood-status records, and any other paper you can think of to commit fraud with. the interior resembles a bureaucratic Ministry annex (coincidence? probably not.) clerks work quickly and do not make eye contact

NIGHTJAR’S CABINET. a cramped shop selling preserved magical specimens—creature remains, feathers, scales, and eyes used in advanced or nefarious spellwork. everything is labeled with meticulous care. potion masters and researchers with odd or dark magic interests are the primary customers

THE NIGHT CHOIR. a soundproofed chamber beneath a defunct music shop, where illicit magical items and ingredients are auctioned off. attendance of these auctions requires sponsorship and vetting. the space is candlelit and tightly controlled, and silence is enforced between bids

OGDEN’S ODDITIES. a dealer in morally questionable magical objects whose origins are often unclear. items here aren’t always cursed, but all carry some lingering intent or emotional residue. the shopkeeper is knowledgeable, but evasive and even hostile when questioned too closely

THE UMBRAL EXCHANGE. not a front-facing store, but rather a shadowy service that brokers information, rare spell components, and introductions to elusive figures in the magical underground. business is conducted through private appointments wherein clients are expected to know exactly what they are seeking

HEXENWELL REMEDIES. an apothecary focused on counter-curses, dark magical injuries, and long-term magical afflictions. the shelves are stocked with sour, bitter draughts and restorative salves. many patrons arrive exhausted, injured, or on the brink of death, and leave with an odd amount of pep in their step

REDCAP YARD. a fenced courtyard that’s accessible through a collapsed storefront, where creature handlers broker illegal magical creatures and beings. crates are marked with secretive runic language, and the yard is guarded constantly to ensure no one looks for too long

CROW & KEY LOCKSMITHS. this specialist locksmith produces enchanted locks, keys, and wards designed to protect against magical intrusion—additionally, if you go to the back, they can open nearly any magical lock or remove enchantments from protected items. for the right price, of course. the shop is heavily secured

NOCTEV PASSAGEWAY. a partially collapsed side street within Knockturn Alley, lined with shuttered storefronts and flickering lamps. some claim the shops here only appear at certain hours. it’s avoided by most, but those who know it’s rhythms return regularly

[jadeshifting]

— HOGWARTS SCENARIOS ( romance & friendship vers. )

.　. 　 ˚　. ROMANCE

— you and your classmate ( the one that you have a blinding crush on ) bump into eachother in the library—outside the Restricted Section, in the middle of the night. turns out you were both trying to sneak in

— losing a “friendly” bet to one of your friends forces you two into a walk into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. you joke to dispel the fear under the moonlit canopy, but you freeze when you hear a twig snap nearby. it turns out to be nothing ( but when you grabbed their hand because you were scared, they didn’t let go )

— the two of you sneak into the Astronomy Tower under the guise of doing homework, but you end up lying side-by-side, whispering to eachother as you point out stars. the stone is cold against your backs, and it's safe to say you don't get any work done

— a casual Quidditch practice turns into a joyride, with the two of you taking off and soaring at draconic speeds across the grounds, the tails of your brooms skimming the top of the Black Lake and sending up a cool spray. the adrenaline of flying overwhelms your senses, matched only by the adrenaline of being together

— sparks ( both metaphorically and literal sparks of fire ) fly as the two of you exchange charms and hexes in a friendly duel, until one of you manages to disarm the other. though you try to hide your flustered reaction at being disarmed, they see it anyway, and their lips tug up in a smirk

— you're involved in a snowball fight in the courtyard, one that causes the two of you to tackle eachother and end up rolling around in the powdery drifts, wrapped in your big winter coats and covered in ice. when your laughter subsides, you're gazing at eachother's cold-nipped faces, entirely too close

— the two of you end up in shared detention ( though you hate detention, you don't mind being locked in a room with them for... a while. ) while scrubbing cauldrons side-by-side, you both can't help but sneak smiles every time your shoulders bump against eachother

— you fall asleep on the couch in your common room, though you shiver slightly in your sleep from the chilly nip in the air. taking notice, they tentatively drape their cloak over you to keep you warm

— you find a little gift in your owl post, one with a little note attached to it with string, signed with cryptic initials and a heart. you know it's from them, but your cheeks still burn at the gesture, and you giggle a little at the fact that they tried to hide it

— when you're seated at the same table in potions, you go back and forth teasing eachother over who's worse at brewing. however, the banter is interrupted when one of you has to reach over and quickly adjust the other's potion before it explodes, with a smug grin. that puts an end to that argument

— walking to class together, you both end up caught in a sudden downpour in the courtyard. you both have to race for shelter, and you end up much closer than expected when you squeeze under a small archway

— when you're partnered up together in Care of Magical Creatures, the two of you have the misfortune of getting assigned to deal with the most absurd magical creature, one that makes a horrible mess and causes a massive scene. the two of you manage to deal with it, though, and you find yourselves nearly doubled over in laughter by the time class is over, no matter how badly your robes are ruined

— one of you teaches the other how to fly properly ( subpar flying skills lead to a subpar flying grade, Madam Hooch can be unforgiving. ) gentle hands guiding their grip on the broom, both of you pretend not to notice the fiery warmth spreading across the other's cheeks

— you explore some of the castle's hidden tunnels, making sure to go together because it's not safe to go by yourself ( you would not wanna get lost down there alone. ) however, when the tunnels narrow and you have to turn around, you find yourself shoved much closer together than expected in the tight space

.　. 　 ˚　. FRIENDSHIP

— you pad in your slippers and PJs down to the Hogwarts kitchen long, long after curfew to collect midnight snacks. your hushed laughs echo against the stacked-up barrels by the kitchen entrance as you make your way inside

— racing across the Black Lake at sunset, the fiery golden and orange sunlight reflects off the water as you cheer eachother on and shout jeering remarks mid-air, seeing who in your group can whip back to the castle the fastest

— your group gets into a heated match of exploding snap, in the Gryffindor common room with another group of your classmates. cards flying, eyebrows are singed. by the end of the game, you realize that no one's actually even been keeping proper score, and you split not knowing who even won

— your group takes turns venturing further and further into the Forbidden Forest, in a test ( albeit, an extremely dangerous one ) to see who's the bravest. of course, most of them are shrieking at every crunch of leaves and swearing they saw a centaur after their turn

— when some of your friends buy some Zonko's joke products, you and a few others discreetly hex them to go off early, in public. when you're shuffling through Hogsmeade and one of your friends' bags starts vibrating and screeching, you're barely able to hide your laughter behind your scarf

— on a jaunt near the edge of the forest, your group finds a helpless, injured magical creature. though you bicker over whose plan is better, you all agree that you have to help it, and you tend to the little creature and help it regain its health. ( when it's better, you release it back into the woods, or one of you holds onto it as a pet )

— during the holiday season, your group goes on a "Hogsmeade hot chocolate crawl," where you sample a cup of hot chocolate from every shop in Hogsmeade. you rate them on various factors, but no two people can agree on which was best. when you return to the castle at the end of the day, everyone is exhausted, frost-nipped, and positively filled to the brim with chocolate

— you challenge eachother to harmless duels in the courtyard between classes, though you end up choking with laughter because someone always ends up on the ground from tripping over their own feet, not because they were hit with a spell

— you dare eachother to drink the harmless potions you brew in class, and try to stifle your giggles as one person's hair turns blue and another starts violently hiccuping bubbles

— on a dare, one or more of your group is forced to jump into the Black Lake fully clothed. soaking wet, one of you swears that you see the Giant Squid wave a lazy tentacle out of the water, and you clamber out of the water in a mad panic while the onlooking friends gasp with laughter

— you all send charmed notes to eachother during class, they zoom or skitter across the classroom as you send messages to eachother. when the professor snatches one out of the air, your eyes widen ( they're so gonna read it out loud in front of everyone ) but the note explodes into confetti all over the ground, and you realize one of your friends was much more clever with their charms than you thought

[jadeshifting]

— PLACES TO SCRIPT. ( HOGSMEADE )

THE HOGSMEADE TROLLEY. gliding through the village on invisible tracks, its smooth wooden exterior adorned with shimmering silver and gold filigree and glowing lanterns that cast a warm, inviting light. Enchanted to give off the sounds of lightly ringing bells, you can hear it coming from a block away, and it carries passengers from one end of town to the other without needing a driver inside. Riders can sit in cushioned seats to enjoy their journey, or more haphazardly stand or hang off the side while holding onto the bar

THE SORCERER’S SCONE. a charming bakery tucked away in a cobblestone corner of Hogsmeade, where the sweet scent of fresh pastries and the soft glow of fairy lights lure passersby inside. The shelves are always stocked with warm, buttery croissants, cakes that shimmer with enchantments, and delicate sugar cookies shaped like miniature broomsticks

VELVET & LACE. Hogsmeade’s premier formalwear boutique, offering a dazzling collection of enchanted gowns, tailored robes, and wizarding suits. Each garment is crafted to ensure a perfect fit, making it the most-visited destination by Hogwarts students before any dance or event. The shop’s opulent interior, adorned with floating mirrors and soft candlelight, makes every visit feel like a step into a royal time long forgotten

FLOREAN’S FROSTED FLAVORS. a cozy ice cream parlor known for its enchanted scoops that sparkle, swirl, and sometimes change colors. With a constantly changing menu of magical flavors like Butterbeer Swirl and Fizzing Chocolate Chip, it’s a favorite spot for students and locals alike. The atmosphere is warm and filled with the soft hum of chatter and the occasional laughter from the enchanted toppings misbehaving

THE ENCHANTED EASEL. a whimsical arts and crafts shop, where paints shimmer with magical hues and quills sketch on their own. Shelves overflow with supplies from self-weaving yarn to enchanted parchment that animates drawings. It’s the spot for creative witches and wizards seeking the right materials for all of their different hobbies

MAGIC MIRROR. a luxurious shop offering a wide range of magical makeup, hair products, and skincare potions. With shelves stocked with enchanted creams and shimmering powders, customers can indulge in the finest witchy beauty products, crafted to bring out their inner radiance with a little magical help

THE QUAFFLE CLOSET. a no-frills shop tucked away on a side street in Hogsmeade, offering an eclectic collection of secondhand robes, dresses, and accessories at remarkably low prices. The shelves are stacked with vibrant, well-loved garments from past seasons, with charms used to keep them refreshed. Though humble, it’s a favorite spot for students looking to snag a deal or find something truly unique

PRIMWICK’S PIES. a cozy, magical pizzeria in Hogsmeade, where wood-fired pizzas are crafted with enchanted ingredients and topped with a multitude of flavors. The rustic interior is warm and inviting, with bubbling cauldrons of sauce and enchanted ovens that hum with a gentle, glowing heat

THE BLOOMING BOUGH. a charming florist shop where the flowers thrive year round, regardless of the season. Enchanted roses change color with your mood, and whispering vines curl gently around curious hands. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the skill of the florists make it a favorite stop for romantic gestures and seasonal celebrations

SHEAR DELIGHT. the hair salon and barbershop in Hogsmeade where both wizards and witches come for trims and new styles. The atmosphere is lively and friendly, endless amounts of gossip spilled between stylist and client, and customers always leave looking their most enchanted

OPAL & ONYX. a charming jeweler’s shop, its windows sparkle with an array of enchanted rings, necklaces, and bracelets that catch the light. Each piece is crafted by hand, and many are imbued with protective charms and other enchantments that make each jewel truly unique. Whether seeking a gift or a personal keepsake, this shop offers something for every occasion

MOONLIT MYSTIC. nestled between two towering oak trees at the outskirts of town and draped in rich velvet curtains and flickering candlelight. Inside, an ornate crystal ball rests on a velvet cushion, surrounded by ancient tarot decks and incense smoke that dances in the air. You can pay to have your fortune told here—though it’s still unconfirmed whether the elderly witch is a talented divinator, or a scammer

THE SALTY TIDE. a seafood restaurant in Hogsmeade, where the air is thick with the scent of freshly caught fish and ocean breezes are charmed to whistle through the windows. Its rustic wooden tables and softly glowing lanterns illuminate the walls, which are lined with aquariums filled with all sorts of strange looking fish. The menu features a variety of magical and muggle-inspired seafood dishes

[jadeshifting]

— UNIQUELY CHARACTERIZING YOURSELF. ( Small , important details )

GROUNDING THROUGH DETAILS OF THE SELF.

justifiably, so much focus in scripting lies in who you’re friends with, who your s/o is and what experiences you have together, your house and your belongings—but what about you? not just superpowers or your vast ocean of clothes, but the littlest details of the self. let’s talk about grounding yourself in this new reality. are you glitter-dusted nail polish that catches the light, or someone with chipped black nails because it’s chic that way? does your laugh sound like a giggle, or is it that obnoxiously loud cackle that everyone secretly loves?

in a similar vein to why there’s often a focus on scripting imperfections (realism, grounding, etc) these small, “whatever” details are just as valuable in the same way. you’re anchoring your energy into this version of you, “i’m here, i exist, i know myself inside-out.” you’re not just some flat character with a Pinterest-worthy life; you’re layered, real, and unforgettable. these little things? they build your presence and make you magnetic in any reality (which you’d be anyway bffr)

HOW DO YOU SMELL ?? WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR CHAPSTICK ??

what’s your vibe in this reality? are you wafting off warm vanilla sugar with a hint of cinnamon, or are you giving off expensive oud and a mystery nobody can place? your scent is a defining extension of your personality, babe, and it sets the tone for everything

chapstick—don’t brush off the details. classic cherry, elegant honey pear, or something wild like coconut-lime mojito? it seems small, but trust—this stuff pulls you deeper into your desired reality because it’s so you. smelling like the softest cashmere or tasting your own minty-fresh lip balm is an everyday, arguably mundane thing that is absurdly easy as a tool to connect you to this version of yourself, and by extension the reality that version of yourself originates from

when you can feel how your lips taste or how your perfume clings to your skin in this new reality? you’re no longer daydreaming, you’re living it. besides, being the central character to your entire narrative doesn’t just come from looking the part—it comes from smelling it, tasting it, owning it

TRYING ON DIFFERENT IDENTITIES

(maybe a less compellingly whimsical reason, but something i’m championing for nonetheless.) switch it UP, babe—WHY NOT ?? one reality you’re in streetwear with an absolutely leveling glare, and in another you're a cottagecore princess snow white who bakes pies and writes love letters. you DON’T have to stick to one flavor—not when you can sample the whole menu !! think of it like a cosmic dress-up game

while no one knows better than me that it’s sooo easy to find comfort in a familiar and ideal version of yourself (pick out a reality where i’m not violently off-putting in a very strange way but beautiful enough to excuse it. i’ll wait), EVERY version of you has something to teach, and a plethora of things you can learn from them

it’s not about locking yourself into one box. it’s about experimenting, playing, and experiencing all the endless versions of you that you have access to (infinity, thanks)—whether that’s sipping matcha in Florence or running barefoot on a sandy beach. shifting isn’t just moving into a different reality; it’s stepping into endless versions of you

THE SUM +/=

don’t gloss over the seemingly inconsequential details of the self. if you’re asked about someone you love and know intimately, you probably wouldn’t be like “they have tons of clothes and make so much money” (if they do, good for them tho), the first things that come to mind would be “smaller” (read: everyday things, as a result—MORE important)

“they talk in their sleep, it’s so funny when we have sleepovers” “they always say yes when someone asks them for help” “they have this one necklace that they wear every day” “they love this one specific poet, they can practically quote her from memory” “they wear gold, not silver”

small things. it isn’t characteristics like bravery, sense of humor, and kindness that serve as the only three blocks to build a linear vertical tower of identity. it’s tiny qualities and characteristics and mannerisms, each seemingly the size of a grain of sand, that compound into the beach that is your identity. don’t gloss over them !! don’t be shy to envision the tiniest things about yourself

much love !! xx :^)

[jadeshifting]

— MY ANIMAGUS TRANSFORMATION.

THE GODFORSAKEN MANDRAKE LEAF.

i was 15, and to even start the process, i had to keep one (1) mandrake leaf in my mouth for an entire month—from one full moon to the next. are we deadass ?? i almost gave up on the ambition there. some people say other parts of the process are harder, but i think they’re insane. i had to do trial runs ahead of time, because how the hell was i supposed to eat, drink, or speak during that ?? it took me awhile to figure out. if i swallowed the leaf or took it out for even one second, i would’ve had to start all over again. it was maybe the most miserable month of my life

A VISIBLE FULL MOON.

but before i even did that, my mother and i spent weeks intensely monitoring the upcoming weather and lunar patterns. the thing is, the full moon at the end of the month has to be visible—that’s crucial. we didn’t want an uncontrollable factor like that to set me back—things like that keep wizards stuck in the process for months without success (mandrake leaf in the mouth for another month… violent shiver)

THE CONCOCTION.

when that full moon came, i had to concoct a potion. i had to spit the mandrake leaf (thank fucking god) into a little crystal phial (directly in the light of the moon, eyeroll), and then add one of my own hairs to the phial, with a silver teaspoon of dew (that hadn’t seen sunlight or been touched by human feet for seven days. feet ?? why feet), and the chrysalis of a Death’s-Head Hawk Moth (which it took nearly the entire month for me to find in our garden. i thought a moth cocoon was gonna be my undoing.) once the potion was finished, it had to be stashed in a quiet, dark place, where it wouldn’t be disturbed in any way—even by light. i put it in the Grimm Manor’s dungeon for safekeeping

AN ELECTRICAL STORM.

then, i had to wait. i couldn’t continue until there was an electrical storm. so, i waited. every single day at sunrise and sundown, i had to place the tip of my wand over my heart and chant the incantation “amato animo animato animagus.” every. single. sunrise and sunset. i couldn’t miss even one, or the whole thing would be ruined. and i didn’t !! i got lucky—some people wait months & months for an electrical storm—for me, one rolled around only two weeks later

OUT UNDER THE STORM.

as the storm brewed viciously overhead, i retrieved the potion from the dungeon and ran out to the field behind Grimm Manor. all of the texts about the spell said the transformation demanded a “large and secure space,” and i suppose i don’t know better than the ancients (no matter how much i wanted to just do it in the Manor ballroom.) my parents sent me out by myself, simply watching from the back porch (while my little siblings watched from the massive gothic windows, though they were supposed to be in their rooms.) as the rain poured down on me, i recited the incantation one final time, and drank the potion—completing the process

TRANSFORMATION.

Hungarian Horntail dragons are vicious, massive creatures—even in their adolescence. lizard-like in form and with striking onyx-black scales. yellow eyes with vertical, slitted, cat-like pupils, and hulking bronze horns that match the bronze spikes lining their massive tails. their roars are a head-splitting sound—yowling, screeching. they have a flight proclivity capable of launching them from 0 to 150 miles per hour in only 10 seconds, and a path of flame that reaches 50 feet far. my mother never admitted that she knew my Animagus form would match my Patronus. sure, i knew that happened for many witches and wizards, but i didn’t think it would happen for me. not with that Patronus

THE AFTERMATH.

it hurt, the first time—well, the first few times. searing pain, and that double-heartbeat that was so unbelievably scary and hard to get used to. but over time, the presence of that second heartbeat became a comfort. i got myself under control. i learned how to fly, and how to control my massive appendages while in that unfamiliar form, until it was familiar. as far as i know, i became the only dragon Animagus in written history—but i guess there could always be others out there, others who are unregistered secrets, the way i am. known only by my parents and the Slytherins, never reaching anyone else’s ears

NOTE. The description of the Animagus transformation process is described in detail online, and I wrote this from that. I deff didn’t come up with the magic involved and am deff not taking cred for it !!