Oh my god I just remembered that Beauty and the Beast (the original story) is in the public domain which means I can 100% absolutely write and publish a (short) story I’ve always wanted to write wherein the merchant (Belle’s father) goes to the castle and he sees this young adult whose parents are dead and who was manipulated/cursed by a fairy and he’s just like, “Ah yes, you’re my child now.” and Beast keeps him as his prisoner but Beast is the one who feels imprisoned because he suddenly has to abide by all of these rules because this guy is just fathering the crap out of him and it’s the merchant’s paternal love that eventually breaks the curse. I can call it Wild Child. If anyone needs me, I’m going to abandon my responsibilities for the next few hours to drink peppermint tea and write this.
I didn’t like the Cursed Child. the fact that Harry’s scar hurt and could speak to snakes again without being a horcrux; and how Delphi is Voldemort and Bellatrix'a child when in the seventh book no mention of her even being pregnant when Harry, Ron, and Hermione were captured and taken to the Malfoy Manor; it didn’t make any sense. The whole thing just felt really forced.
Walburga Black went to Hogwarts the same time as Tom Riddle, was in the same house as Tom Riddle, was frequently said to not only be a horrid woman but to completely and utterly worship the Dark Arts, and had two sons whose entire existence pretty much revolved around them not knowing who they were, trying to be someone that they weren’t, and ultimately growing to despise Voldemort…
…and yet somehow the people who wrote The Cursed Child didn’t think that Sirius Orion Black and/or Regulus Arcturus Black were the perfect candidates for a story about a woman who bore Voldemort’s son.
I mean I just…how do you miss an opportunity so perfect?
First of all, you would set the story in the Marauders era, which, I mean, yes.
And second of all, either brother you choose would give you so much potential for a story.
You would either have Sirius who has spent his entire life running away from his family and their love of the dark arts only to have it be revealed that his very blood is dark because he’s the son of the darkest wizard of all time.
Or you would have Regulus who has spent his entire life trying to please his family and boy doesn’t that just become a bit more stressful when it turns out that his father is the darkest wizard of all time.
Think of the drama, think of the story, think of the potential.
But you didn’t, did you? You didn’t think. Instead we got Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and a trolley witch who throws pumpkin pasty grenades.
Okay so not only was there a second nose boop given by Albus as he said “Rose hates you” (side note Anthony over stepped when he did the twirl on the stairs and ended up in an almost splits lunge up the stairs which was hilarious though probably uncomfortable)
BUT In the fight scene as Harry is asking Ginny if Albus is alright, Scorpius (while they are both still crouching on the floor) hugged Albus from behind and pressed his face into his back.
And now just for an opinion, after the last hug on the stairs when Scorpius is flustered about “the new version of us in my head” Albus leaned in really close and smirked to say “Better ask Rose..” And Scorpius got very high pitched when he said his next line. The flirty-est I’ve seen it.
So I finally made a child unit. Yay~! *sends flower showers on her daughter’s way*
Her name is Mina (mee-nah)~ It means something like ‘precious life’ in Korean. I wanted to name her in Korean since Kai named Hua in her own language too! (Also Mina is the localized name for Sailor Venus…my favorite sailor scout. Thought it’s fitting!)
Mina is a cheerful troubadour. She’s not that good with tricks yet so she might accidentally fly doves everywhere or throw flowers at you or set fire on your tent……but…she means well.
She knows about what happened to her tribe (though not all, Liefe wouldn’t tell her in full detail) and that her mom’s been through a lot. A part of the reasons she wants to be a magical girl is to protect Liefe and their loved ones.
As written above, she dyes her hair pink with magic. The tip of her hair is always gonna be black like Liefe’s! She wants to celebrate her roots just like her mom does in her own way~
Aaaa I’m already getting attached to my daughterling…even more so than to my own Fatesona…
I doodled some other child units in her info sheet…though very tiny ;v; Childsonas borrowed: Hua @krazehkai Vincent @belowtheraedar Allen @tacticianwinter ! (I couldn’t tag Winter ;_;) Hope it was okay!!
Please watch over my daughterling with kind eyes~*(´ω`)*;;
EDIT: Boon: Magic / Bane: Skill? I’m not sure yet but I feel like I should include some sort of stats info here.
Because I have a massive
amount of time to kill and a lot of Scorbus thoughts buzzing around in my head
right now, here are some domestic Scorbus headcanons:
-They get their first flat
in the (obviously expensive) heart of London, which was to the irritation of
Harry and Ginny because, “You can’t keep funding their lives for them,
Draco. They have to take on this responsibility themselves at some point.”
But, “If my son is going to be completing his studies and training such
long hours at St. Mungo’s, you can bet I’m going to make sure he has the very
best accommodations, Potters.”
-Because, yes, Scorpius
becomes a Healer. Fight me.
-Harry and Ginny agree,
but it’s only until Scorpius finishes his training and Albus , then they
have to start paying their own rent. And they also only agree if they get to
furnish the apartment because, “We’ve seen the way you decorate, Draco,
and the boys do not need that much leather. No one does.”
-The flat is in a Muggle
building so obviously it comes with all the typical Muggle appliances:
dishwasher, washing machine, microwave, etc.
-Can we talk
about Draco Malfoy going flat hunting and having actual conversations with
actual Muggle landlords, please?
-This also begs the
question, are there all-wizard apartment complexes in places with high
wizarding populations like London? Probably would only be a handful of them,
but they would be wild. I’m picturing Hogwarts but mostly full of
(fairly young) adult witches and wizards who need somewhere temporary because
they’re in training or completing additional schooling. Something like
wizarding residence halls. So yeah, wild.
-Anyways, even though they
could theoretically use charms to do most of the cleaning, Scorpius insists
that if they’re going to live in a Muggle flat in a Muggle building, surrounded
by Muggles, then they should go the full distance and try to live like Muggles
a bit to gain a better understanding and appreciation of their culture.
gathered all of his self-control and did not roll his eyes. Instead he
unhappily agreed, in part because he’s pants at cleaning spells and knows it’d
probably be more efficient to neglect the use of magic in this case. He still
tried to point out how much extra work it would be for them without magic, but
Scorpius insisted it would be fine if they simply split the tasks evenly
-Scorpius definitely has a
bit of a learning curve with all of the chores, owing to him growing up in the
Manor, where cleaning was nearly always done by a house-elf or a spell. So
there’re certainly a lot of rounds of teach-Scorpius-to-clean-like-a-Muggle,
starting with Round One: “No Scorpius, that’s bleach. Do not put that in
-Albus does the dishes.
Loading and unloading the dishwasher was one of his chores growing up, so he
was used to it and gladly claimed it when it came time to pick their
-Scorpius also does the
dishes. Again. After Albus has already done them. He comes back and rearranges
the dishes into what he deems is “the most efficient layout.” Albus doesn’t
realize it for a few weeks but when he finally does and calls Scorpius out on
it, Scorpius tried to deny it but immediately crumbles when Albus quirks a
knowing eyebrow at him.
-After much arguing about
the proper way to load a dishwasher (Albus: “This is how my dad has always done
it!” and Scorpius: “But that doesn’t make any actual sense!”),
Scorpius’s vacuuming patterns in the carpet get brought up and he quickly
agrees it’s best to leave the other to their preferred methods of their
chores. Albus: “You seem to like at least some of my preferred
methods, though, don’t you, Scorpius?”
-So Scorpius does the
vacuuming. He’s very particular about cleaning it out frequently, so when it
suddenly decides to quit working he takes it upon himself to investigate. And
that’s how Albus came home one evening to find Scorpius in the living room amid
a pile of plastic panels, tubes, and wheels, all (including Scorpius) coated in
a thick layer of dust.
-”I’ll grab us some
butterbeers. This doesn’t look like a short project.” The rest of the
evening found them sat on the floor picking apart and putting back together the
vacuum using the vague memory Scorpius had of it when he took it apart the
first time. As the night wore on and the vacuum remained in parts, their slight
intoxication made their repeated and continuous failures more tolerable. But
when they finally pieced it together properly and tested it out and it actually
worked, Albus celebrated their triumph with a giggle-punctuated kiss
that easily lead to a lot of rolling around on the previously dust-covered
carpet and a now fully functional yet very much forgotten vacuum lying feet
-Albus does not do the
laundry. Nope. Not after the Great Laundry Detergent Incident of 2024.
-Which is okay because
Scorpius loves to fold clothes anyways. It’s sort of relaxing to him. And
Albus likes watching him oh-so-carefully line up the hems and make precise
creases with his highly methodical movements.
-Scorpius does the dusting
because Albus insists he has allergies to the dust. Really it’s
because Albus knows he can’t reach the top of the mantlepiece. Not that
watching Scorpius stretch to reach the top of the highest shelves is a bad
thing either. Why are these boys always watching each other instead of doing
their own chores?
-Albus sets the dining
table. This particular task used to be on Scorpius’s list but was quickly put
under Albus’s control once he realized the Malfoy interpretation of setting the
table was going to involve more than three pieces of each kind of silverware and origami napkins, which Scorpius 100% knows how to do. Swans, dragons, doves; if
you can name it, he’ll work out how to fold it.
-Albus makes their bed.
This is entirely because he’s nearly always the last one out of it. It’s not
that he sleeps particularly late, it’s just that Scorpius rises particularly
early. But this is okay because it gives them lengthy mornings before they
leave for the day to talk and savor breakfast. (Hello, yes, um we are skipping
breakfast/cooking-related headcanons today because they warrant their own
-THEY BOTH RAKE THE
LEAVES. I don’t know why there are leaves to rake if they live in a flat in London. But there are. Maybe they’re just being their usual
cinnamon roll-selves and kindly raking the leaves outside the building for the
elderly owner. Okay no, they rake the leaves for Mrs Weasley at the Burrow,
okay? Does that work? Does that allow them to be in a leafy situation yet?
-Anyways. Both of them,
yes. They each take their respective sides of the lawn and have a competitive-as-fuck
friendly leaf-raking competition. The loser has to bag the leaves they
-Scorpius never stood a
-He spends entirely too
much time trying to get every. single. leaf. because “every leaf matters
and I couldn’t just leave it there without the others!” Okay, Scorpius,
-Anyways Albus finishes
his side and looks at Scorpius’s and busts up laughing because thishis sweet
boy is actually stopping to bend over and pick up every bit of leaf on the
ground and Albus’s heart is absolutely melting. He gives Scorpius the goofiest
grin and tells him proudly that he won. Scorpius acknowledges the victory and
goes to shake Albus’s hand, but Albus grabs him by the forearm and pulls him
down on top of him, the both of them landing in Albus’s enormous leaf pile.
They’re still giggling like mad when they get to their feet again ten
minutes of leaf-pile snogging later.
-In fact, Albus barely has
time to utter the first syllable of his protest when Scorpius has picked him up
and thrown him high into the air over their mountain of leaves. And so begins
the alternating game of chase, tackle, scoop, and throw that repeats endlessly,
until the pile is more of a flattened smattering of leaves.
the last one for now because I need to end somewhere.