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consider: Draco says something shitty and gets decked for it
Teenage Dirtbag
Word Count: 674
Warnings: Language, crack fic, uh fist fights, Draco is a blood supremacist and an asshole, the reader is clumsy and their injuries are definitely not based off of mine what do you mean
A/N: And so it begins 😎 [This is a crack fic. Do NOT take this seriously lmao, I’m just having fun] [This is also not beta read or even proofread]
Masterlist
Hogwarts was amazing. It was filled with magic and mystery and frankly a startling amount of near death experiences. However, Hogwarts was also filled with what you had discovered to be blood supremacist's. And you were starting to get tired of it.
At any point in time, a pure-blooded student (usually Malfoy and his goons if you were being honest), would throw around wizarding slurs at muggle-born students. Mudblood. His frequent attacks and less frequent repercussions for his actions had led your friend group to sitting in the grassy area located in the center of the castle during your breaks.
Which led to where you were now, avidly discussing the levels of attractiveness of each professional quidditch team.
“The Harpies are a definite 10/10,” Amanda said, hands lazily flipping through the pages of her textbook. “I mean, have you seen their beater?”
“God her biceps are big enough to crush my head,” sighed Oscar as he looked up into the sky wistfully.
“Okay but the Cannons have a pretty hefty prospect with that Chaser of theirs,” piped up Thomas.
"Shh!" You whispered, holding up a hand to silence your friends. They looked at you concerned, immediately pausing their discussion on who they thought the hottest Quidditch player was.
"What is it?" Thomas asked, leaning closer with his eyebrows drawn.
"My asshole senses are tingling."
"I'm sorry, your what?"
You pointed across the yard to where Draco and his goon-squad (affectionately named the idiot-trio) stood in a circle formation around a poor third year Hufflepuff. If history served correct, the bloke was a muggle-born as well. “My asshole senses,” you repeated, eyes watching the interaction avidly.
“Oh god, he’s back at it again,” muttered Oscar as he smacked Amanda’s shoulder. She was a sucker for drama, and was an even bigger fan of shitting on Malfoy.
The group watched as the third-year was pushed down into the mud, wincing as his books and parchment went flying. Draco’s friends laughed, perched on nearby benches and leaning against the tree in the corner of the yard. But everything seemed to come to a standstill when one clear phrase rang out.
“Stay where you belong, you filthy mudblood!”
Amanda’s eyes narrowed, furiously closing her book with a snap. “Oh he did not just say that.” She moved to stand, her hand already reaching for her wand when you gently grabbed her arm.
“It’s okay love,” you said casually, a scarily calm smile on your face. “I’ve got this one.”
Your friends immediately became more concerned.
“You literally broke your toe on a plastic chair last week.” Oscar sat with his arms crossed.
“An unfortunate accident that has nothing to do with this,” you replied with a sniff.
“The week before that you sprained your shoulder stirring a potion,” Amanda chimed in.
“I’m beginning to feel attacked.”
“Good. Because the week before that you got attacked by a Goose.”
“Thomas! You’re my only friend!” you cried out dramatically, pushing the other two away.
“Remember when you tried to catch a falling knife?” Thomas asked.
You pushed him away as well. Crossing your arms, you stood up. “Well sucks for you three because I am probably going to injure myself doing this and you’re gonna have to listen to me whine all week.”
A chorus of frantic ‘no’s’ sounded out from them, but it was too late. You were already walking over to Malfoy.
“Hey Malfoy!” you called out cheerfully, nearly skipping with the way that you were walking. “Did you ever get the help that you needed with that medical problem?” you asked with a tilt of your head.
He paused from tormenting the third-year, instead turning towards you with an incredulous look. “Medical problem?” he asked, thoroughly confused.
“Yeah, the stick up your ass.”
And then you were punching Draco Malfoy.
In hindsight, maybe you should have learned how to form a fist properly. But currently, watching Malfoy get decked and hit his head on a tree root was medicine enough for your now definitely broken thumb.
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1. The injuries that the reader had in my crack Draco fic were actually based off of real life injuries that I have gotten. [No I have not gotten attacked by a goose. Yet]
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Before she left the west coast Orla went to her friend Ruari's grave to think and spend time in the old cemetery with the ghosts. Now that orla is on an east coast island I'm not sure they have a set space. Maybe their "room" while they weave but otherwise I think Orla wanders the island green areas and thinks of the woods far away.
🍎 do they share any traits with family
You know what I have literally never thought about orlas family. Orla shares the red hair with one parent and green eyes with both. Their nose is the same as their grandfathers.
🍇 what sort of friend are they, how do they fit into the group dynamic
So our game is Orla's first ever time having living friends (all the others were ghosts) so I think Orla tries to be helpful? Like helping with Kay's projects when Kay inevitably has to sleep, or researching things to help. Orla is the friend who definitely has a map and flashlight on them at all times and unless they feel strongly about a thing will just follow the group to wherever
Kittens playing. Orla thinks kittens are super cute and adorable and laughs with joy at seeing them.
22: simple activity that other people (can) do that scares them
I think Orla is afraid of driving. They don't like cars and would prefer to walk and the fact she now lives on an island that they can do that on and can put off getting a license is very nice to them.
42: TED talk presentation, title and subject
Topic would probably be something on the history of textiles into computers and title: behold the loom grandfather of computers
