#silas heap

[dreamybroadway]

oh okay yeah

[septimus-heap]

Thinking abt. Silas and marcia. Thinking abt marcia who just moved out of the attic she lived in with her parents and is living on her own for the first time and is a Hopeful at the wizard tower. Thinking abt silas who is like oh hey my new neighbor is a Hopeful that's so awesome. We should walk to the wizard tower together sometime and get to know each other :) and then they fucking hate each other

[wilygryphon]

It occurred to me how the books, at least in terms of the villains' ambitions, made a big deal about how Septimus Heap being the Seventh Son of the Seventh Son, yet I don't think any of Silas' brothers appeared. They are named, at least in an appendix/supplementary family tree, but they never showed up at all. Silas being a seventh son is more of an afterthought than anything.

[mysteriouspurplesparrow]

Love that Silas and Marcia keep bickering like siblings they're my favorite part of this whole book

[friedwizardwhispers]

Septimus Heap really starts its first chapter with the death of a baby and its second with discrimination against wizards and a government with very obvious parallels to real life.

But it's lighthearted book... I promise.

[meganelixabethh]

Ok so we all agree watching the violent murder of your mentor and best friend while trying to save your friends baby and prevent yourself from also being murdered is a rough time. We also all agree that Marcia had to get over that very quickly because she had the tower to run and the Heaps to keep safe and the Supreme Custodian to keep in check. But here is what I think the run of events was like from the moment she leaves the palace to the moment she goes to bed that night

She absolutely pegs it down wizard way, pressing Jenna against her front so not to jostle her too much, and taking full advantage of her very long legs. When she bursts through the doors of the wizard tower all the wizards are gathered there, excited to see Alther and Marcia back from visiting the the Queen and the baby. Marcia bursts in, her hair is wild, she’s holding a crying baby, the amulet is hastily thrown around her neck and she is COVERED in blood. I’m talking soaked into her robes, splattered on her face, smeared on Jenna’s swaddling; she looks like she dressed up as Carrie for Halloween. All the wizards immediately think she’s done something to Alther; they can’t help but think about what happened to DomDaniel and wonder if it will become tradition for the apprentice to kill the master to supplant them. Marcia tells them what’s happened and who the baby is in a quick and panicked voice. She stopped crying on the run down the way, and she can feel the tears drying into her cheeks and making her skin feel stiff. The wizards immediately feel bad for doubting her and horrified at what she witnessed, they know how close she and the Queen were.

The wizards begin to cast protection spells around the tower and Endor, who is older than Marcia, comes over and gives her a bottle for Jenna, who is crying the entire time while Marcia rocks her and gently tries to shush her. She’s not called Jenna yet, and Marcia calls her Mattie, because Cerys was going to call her Mathilde after her mother. When Jenna goes to sleep, she thinks about putting her down but can’t face it, opting to hold her instead. When the spells are cast, the wizards reconvene around her. She’s sat on a chair looking at Jenna sleeping, and she looks up, a splatter of Cerys’ blood still on her nose, at the expectant faces of the wizards, and realises that it’s her that has to deal with this now. She’s in charge. It’s her. She looks down again and, even though she always imagined Jenna would grow up with her near, she knows she can’t stay here. She thinks of who can have her and her mind leaps to Silas. He did over half of the apprenticeship she just completed, and he left it all behind to look after his children. She knew Jenna had lost so much that day, but Marcia couldn’t bear the thought of her losing all the love she was going to have too- because this baby was going to be so very loved. She told the wizard she was going to take the baby to a safe place and got up to leave. Endor stopped her and reminded her that she looked like she had just witnessed a double murder and that she couldn’t just walk to whoever she was leaving the baby with and pass them over, it would be too suspicious. Marcia told her who she was was going to leave the baby with and Endor set off to find a way for Marcia to pass the baby over covertly.

When she left, Marcia took the stairs up to the rooms her and Alther had lived in so happily. She walked in and placed Jenna on the sofa, awake now but contented, and squarely ignored the door to Althers room and the bowl of half eaten porridge he’d left on the table. When she looked in the mirror, she startled at the sight of herself, and in panic performed a QuickClean spell. She knew she wasn’t meant to use Magyk for comfort, but Silas would never take a baby off her if she looked like that. She also needed to wear the ExtraOrdinary robes. If she was wearing her green robes Silas would 100% insist on talking to Alther and she wasn’t going to have time to explain everything that had happened today. She knew that the robes appeared on the wizard when they accepted their role as ExtraOrdinary. She looks in the mirror and says ‘I accept the role of ExtraOrdinary wizard’ but nothing happens. She tried to think it to herself, say it out loud like an affirmation, look at her exam results, but nothing happens. She’s still wearing her green apprentice robes. While she tries, she feeds Jenna again, who promptly falls back to sleep and Endor comes back. She tells Marcia that Silas has gone into the forest for herbs and will be back around when it gets dark, which is soon. Marcia knows nobody will be on the forest path that late, and that she can leave Jenna by the side of the road and Silas should Sense her. Endor makes it clear she needs to go now, and Marcia knows she’s right. The acceptance of her role sweeps through her and her robes change to the deep purple robes of her new position. She’s never worn Althers robes before, and they feel deeply powerful around her.

She hurries to the gate to get out to the forest path, her robes drawn around her and Jenna tucked out of sight inside. Dusk is just falling as she finds a bush and leaves Jenna there. She double checks that she can Sense her heartbeat clearly from the path, and she definitely can. Feeling as though she is ripping her heart out of her body, she walks away from the baby and goes to wait in the shadows of the lane she knows Silas will take once back in the castle, distractedly pressing a half crown into Gringes sticky palm as she passes. She waits longer than she would like, worrying about Jenna more and more every passing minute. Maybe she’s expecting too much of Silas, and Jenna will die of hypothermia by the side of the road. Cerys would come back from the dead to kill Marcia with her bare hands if that happened, and Marcia can’t quite bring herself to complete any thought that begins with her vibrant friend being dead. Just as she’s about to scurry back out the gate herself, she sees Silas hurrying down the lane, cloak pulled protectively around something and she knows it’s going to be okay. As he approaches her spot she sweeps out in front of him ‘tell nobody you found her, she was born to you, underhand?’ Is the best she can come out with before Transporting herself back to the tower. She couldn’t bear him asking questions.

When she gets back to the tower, everyone is in bed, even Endor, so she steps onto the stairs and unfocuses her eyes for a moment as the stairs lazily curl upwards on their slow night time mode. Her arms feel odd and empty without Jenna. She realises she forgot to tell Silas that the baby was called Mathilde. Another way she failed today. When she gets into her rooms she walks to her bedroom door in a daze, desperately tired and dreaming of falling into bed and never waking up. She walks straight into the door and no matter how hard she rattles, it won’t open. As she’s pushing at the door, Althers door opens with a creak, and Marcia realises that her new role isn’t just a set of robes, it’s a room too. There is no longer an apprentice, so the apprentice room is locked. She will not sleep in his bed. Not tonight. Not when he’s lying cold on the floor of the throne room. She casts an UnLocke on her door and rattles it again, nothing. She tried a different UnLock. Nothing again. She cycles through every spell she knows that might help and then makes some up and the stupid door will not budge. She tried a thunderflash, it doesn’t even dent it, she tries to shapeshift the door into an ant, it just stares back at her. She loses her temper and screams that she won’t sleep in his bed while she beats the door with her fists and her palms. She sobs, she screams, she throws the porridge bowl at the sofa and splatters the nice cushions with oats. She eventually ends up on the floor, laying on her side, tears sliding straight over her nose and onto the floor without her even blinking. She fuzzes out of the world for a while; the table legs blurring out of focus as she settles into the pleasant feeling of nothing mattering. She’s not sure how long she stays there but there wasn’t light when she left her mind and there is when she comes back. Her limbs feel heavy and she doesn’t want to move even though she knows she must. Endor will knock on her door soon and nobody can see this. Endor will knock on her door and patiently wait to be called in. If Marcia never says ‘come in’, Endor never will. Alther is gone. Cerys is gone. Milo is gone. There is nobody coming to pick her up off the floor and she doesn’t have the luxury of dying of thirst right in this spot. She heaves herself up and pick up the jagged parts of the broken bowl she threw earlier. She performs a Clean spell on the sofa but the stain won’t come out. She’s going to need a new one.

I warned you @septimus-heap

[sunnysaystuff]

queer hcs for septimus heap characters

canon compliant <3

simon heap: he's trans. he's genuinely just a little trans boy. he and lucy are absolutely t4t pookies

lucy heap (nee gringe ig): trans girlie. she and simon are 100% adorable wholesome cuddling et cetera and i need them in my life forever

marcia overstrand: have you SEEN her? have you HEARD her!???!?!?!?! she's 100% aro lesbian she and milo had a cute lil thing going there in todhunter moon (and fyre iirc) but it was 100% qpr coded like ain't no way they were romancing . aroxaro hc, fight me

milo banda: deadbeat dad SORRY sorry um. aro pansexual because yeah he was 100% getting it on while at sea like some ofmd type shit

queen cerys: heehee i actually really don't like her but anyways. aroace girlie like she did not want to do any of that shit i hc she and milo fell in love in a cute platonic way and it was like "yeah you can go to sea and fuck whoever ily bye" core ngl

sarah heap: bi. she and galen the physik woman 100% had something going on don't even argue with me

silas heap: stop he and sarah were 100% bi4bi bbgs and i think silas and gringe's frenemyship is VERY homoerotic but not in the way that either are cheating because they'd never, silas would NEVER

septimus heap: sooo yeah. he's ace. 100% fight me. i think he's also aroflux panromantic because likee. sep is so very Flamboyant with romance it's really funnie and the way he has Stuff Going On with syrah driffa aND rose is hilaaaarious. also he and wolf boy,,,,??? kinda gay??? wolf boy is canonically homo so don't tell me that at some point they weren't crushing on each other. also2 septimus was giving genderfluid vibes throughout the series like idk i always got the vibe that he didn't always feel like a boy but maybe i'm tripping

jenna heap: ahhh my bbg<3<3<3 she and beetle were so cute but let's be real jenna was Not straight like errrrm anyone remember that one scene from darke??? her first kiss was a GIRL???? jenna is The fuckyouidowhatiwant pansexual and i'm so proud of her for it

marissa: stop her thing with jo-jo was so sillybilly i'm ngl Also also She Was Definitely like. demigirl. on the nb spec. she kissed jenna and definitely enjoyed it soooo do with that what you will

o beetle beetle: AGH he's so pookie i genuinely can'tttt. trans boy and he's so wonderful btw

part 2 to come?!?! comment requests !

[exolocke]

Septimus Heap: Knyghts and Magyk (Gender Neutral Reader Fanfic)

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Chapter 1: Secrets in the Snow

"Once upon a time, in a castle in a far off land. There was a Queen, a fair and just ruler. Someone who had seen boundless hardships and threats, while she was quiet capable on her own, these were not challenges that could ever be overcome alone. But with her families help, her brothers, some mages, plenty of Magyk, and her duty bound Knyght and one day~"

*SMACK* A slap rings out followed by inaudible whispering in the background... which is weird, cause your reading a journal... Which means the author decided to write the book like this... Weird.

*Coughs* *Ahem* "Sorry... "Spoilers" but anyway, we are getting way ahead of ourselves. But why don't we take a look at this Saga of Adventures, from the beginning... and while I really would love to start the story where all the best stories start, where a child meets a girl... where that story starts is unimportant, because this is not just Our story."

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Silas Heap, a father, and Ordinary Wizard bundled up his cloak, currently wrapped around himself as tight as he could sheltering himself from the snow and cold winds that whipped around him on his long walk back to the Castle, through the Forest. It was bitterly cold, so cold he worried if he'd ever get the chill out of his bones. But his trip had been a success. Within his pocket he had the herbs given to him by Galen, the Physik Woman, intended for his newborn son Septimus who was born earlier in the day.

As Silas approached the Castle, he saw all the lights flickering in the windows of all the tall and narrow houses crammed along the outside of the Castles walls. It was currently the longest night of the entire year, and per tradition... or practice depending on ones belief and experience with Magyk, one would burn a candle until dawn, to help keep the Darke at bay. Silas always loved his walks to the Castle. He had no fear of the Forest during the day and enjoyed his peaceful walk along the narrow trail that weaved its way through the dense trees for the miles it spanned. He was nearing the edge of the Forest, the tall trees had begun to thin out, and as the trail began to slope down to the valley floor, Silas could see the whole Castle spread before him. The old walls hugged the wide winding river and zigzagged around the the clumps and clusters of houses. All the houses were very narrow and tall, in an attempt to use as much space as possible. They were all painted vibrant colours, and those that faces west seemed to be bursting with flames in their windows as the last light of the winter sun reflected back out into the world, as if bouncing off a shield or mirror.

The Castle had once started its life as a small village. Being so near to the Forest, the people of the village had to build tall stone walls, protecting all her people from threats ranging from wolverines, to witches and warlocks, who had no problems stealing livestock, and occasionally children. As more houses were built, the walls were extended and a deep moat was dug so that all could feel safe.

And soon after, the Castle was attracting skilled craftsmen from other villages. It grew immensely prosperous, so much so that the inhabitants began to run out of space until someone came up with the idea to build The Ramblings. The Ramblings, which is where Silas, Sarah, and their now seven boys lived, was a huge stone building that rose up along the riverside. It sprawled for three miles along the river and back again into the Castle... and it was a noisy, busy place filled with crisscrossing passages and rooms jammed as close as humanly possibly to make use of absolutely all the space it could. These rooms were filled with small factories, schools, and shops, mixed in with rooms for residents, tiny roof gardens, and even a theatre. There was never much space in The Ramblings, but nobody really cared. There was always good company and someone for your child to play with.

As Silas realized how lost he had been in his musings, the winter sun had sank below the Castle walls, quickening his pace. He needed to reach the North Gate before they locked it and pulled up the drawbridge for nightfall.

But... it was then Silas sensed something nearby. Something alive, but only just. He was aware of a small human heartbeat somewhere close to him. Silas stopped. As an Ordinary Wizard he was able to sense things, but, he was not a particularly good Ordinary Wizard, he needed to concentrate hard. He stood still as he could in the freezing cold, fighting off every urge to shiver. With snow falling in big fluffy flakes all around him, so much so his footsteps were already starting to be hidden, and then he heard it— a snuffle, a small whimper, a small breath? He was uncertain but it would have to be enough.

Underneath a leafless bush at the side of the path Silas walked was a bundle. Silas picked up this bundle, and to his amazement, found himself gazing into the somber eyes of a tiny baby girl. Silas cradled her, as if she was as delicate as glass. Wondering how she had ended up lying in the Forest, on the coldest night of the year. Whoever left her there had swaddles her tightly in a heavy woollen blanket, but she was already dangerously cold, blue dusting her lips, and snow dusting her eyelashes. As the babe's dark violet eyes gazed at him with an intensity. Silas worried that she had already seen things, terrible things that in her short time on earth nobody should see.

Thinking of his Sarah at home, warm and safe with Septimus and the boys, Silas decided that they would just have to make room for one more child who so obviously needed them. Carefully tucking the baby into his blue Wizard cloak and holding her as close to his heart as he could, he ran towards the Castle gate. Reaching the drawbridge just as Gringe, the Gatekeeper, was about to yell to the Bridge Boy to start winding up said Bridge.

"You're cutting it a bit fine," growled Gringe. But you Wizards are weird. Waddayou all want to be out for on a day like this I dunno."

"Oh?" Silas half asked, half just an acknowledgment not to offend Gringe.

Silas wanted to get past Gringe as soon as possible, but first he had to pay the toll taker. Fishing into his pocket and plopping a silver penny in Gringe's grubby palm, he tried to hurry this interaction along.

"Thank you, Gringe. Good night."

Gringe though, looked at the penny as if it were a rather unimpressive roach.

"Marcia Overstrand, she gave me an 'alf crown just now. But then she's got class, what with 'er being the ExtraOrdinary Wizard now."

"What?" Silas nearly choked.

"Yeah. Class, that's what she's got."

Finally, Gringe stood back and let Silas pass, and Silas took this chance to slip away. As much as Silas wanted to find out why Marcia Overstrand was suddenly ExtraOrdinary Wizard, he could feel the bundled baby starting to stir in the warmth of his cloak, and instincts told him it would be better if Gringe did not know about the baby.

And as Silas went to disappear into the shadowed tunnel leading to The Ramblings, a tall figure in purple stepped out and blocked his path.

"Marcia!" Silas gasped. "What on earth—"

"Tell no one you found her. She was born to you. Understand?"

Utterly stunned, Silas nodded. Before he had time to ask anything Marcia was gone in a shimmering cloud of purple. Silas spent all of his long walk back to his rambling in crisis. Who was this baby? What did Marcia have to do with her? And why was Marcia now the ExtraOrdinary Wizard? And as Silas neared the big red door that lead to the Heap family's already overcrowded room, the much more pressing... and probably should have been more obvious issue came to the forefront of Silas' mind: What was Sarah going to say to yet another baby to care for?

But alas, Silas did not have long to think about that last question. As he reached the door it flew open, a large red-faced woman wearing the dark blue robes of a Matron Midwife ran out, almost knocking over Silas as she fled. She as well was carrying a bundle, but that bundle was wrapped head to toe in bandages, she was carrying it under one arm as if he were a parcel and she was late to the post office.

"Dead!" Cried the Matron Midwife.

She pushed Silas aside with a powerful shove and ran down the corridor. Inside the room, Sarah Heap screamed.

Silas entered the room with a heavy heart. He saw Sarah surrounded by six white-faced little boys, all to scared to cry.

"She's taken him," Sarah said hopelessly. "Septimus is dead, and she's taken him away."

At that moment a warm wetness spread out from the bundle that Silas still had hidden under his cloak. Silas had no words for what he wanted to say, so he just took the babe out from under his cloak no placed her in Sarah's arms.

And Sarah Heap... just burst into tears.

To be Continued

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