Turn That Frown Upside Down

Young Argus Filch was not a “smiler”

He didn’t smile for presents.

He didn’t smile for a night on the town.

He didn’t even smile for babies…

He almost smiled at funerals.

No, Young Argus Filch never smiled…

Until the day he met her…

That fateful day… Argus Filch finally found a reason to smile.

And he called that reason… Mrs. Norris. 

(( OOC: Credit to Ash for giving me the idea for this thread! XD @wallyscags-patronus

  • Draco [internally]: I love you so much with all my heart and soul, you make me want to cry with joy, everything you do sets my soul ablaze
  • Draco: So Potter, still a loser I see
  • Harry [internally]: I love you so much with everything I have, you make me feel like I'm flying, your every move drowns me with passion
  • Harry: Fuc k off Malfoy

Redemption: Part 2

(( OOC: Matthias played by: @ohtheclevernessofme1972 ))

Gelsey: *waits quietly outside the muggle church, hidden* *watches as a young man slips out of the doors* 

Gelsey: Matthias! 

Matthias: *whirls around as Gelsey’s sword comes swinging past his ear* 

Matthias: *gasps, scrambling out of the way* An attack from behind! That was utterly dishonorable Gelsey! 

Gelsey: *grins and picks up another sword resting on the ground* 

Gelsey: So dramatic. I called your name. 

Matthias: Right. As you attacked me. 

Gelsey: *shrugs* How do you expect to improve if I make everything easy for you?   

*the two begin sparring*

Matthias: *grins teasingly as he dodges another swing from Gelsey* 

Matthias: *stumbles back and trips over his robe* AH! 

Gelsey: *laughs and rests her sword against his neck* Well… I applaud you on your ability to flee, if nothing else. 

Matthias: *eyes Gelsey as he stands up, amused* Nonsense. My skills clearly far surpass your own. You are simply jealous of my advanced dodging techniques.  

Gelsey: *grins wickedly* 

Matthias: *nods* As you should. I look ravishing in frills. 

Gelsey: *grins and glances down at her dress* Helga certainly loves her lace. *waves her long sleeves* I always feel so out of place in her gowns.  

Gelsey: … So it suits me perfectly then. *smirks* 

Matthias: *rolls eyes* Mud becomes you, my “lady”… *curtsies awkwardly*

Gelsey: *quirks an eyebrow* How long until you leave me forever? 

Matthias: *falters* … 

Matthias: *sighs irritably at the thought* He does not think I am ready.

Matthias: … You are right. *glances up, smiling* God, on the other hand, has dominion over all our fates.

Matthias: Father Alart has been good to me… so… 

Matthias: … and… *falters, staring at Gelsey* *shakes his head*… do the work that is much needed here.

Gelsey: *shifts slightly* I’m sure Father Alart will be thrilled to have you take over… *smirks*

Matthias: You are unlike any girl I have ever met… any person I have ever met. *stares, a smile spreading across his face*  

Matthias: For their lass will listen to none… *under his breath* Not even to her devilishly handsome best friend, Matthias-the-great.

Gelsey: *grins and shoves Matthias*

Matthias: *jerks as he loses his balance* *grabs Gelsey’s hand as he tumbles, taking her down with him*

*Gelsey and Matthias lay sprawled on the ground*


*the bell of the church begins to toll* 

Gelsey: *rises to her feet, brushing her dress off* *offers her hand to Matthias* 

Matthias: Gawky Gelsey Gryffindor… 

Gelsey: *watches as Matthias makes his way back to the church* 

… Tomorrow then… 

To Be Continued

Writing: Fireworks

((OOC:  Something seasonal - wrong season, but still seasonal.

This came out of something I wanted to write in response to this by the unfairly talented @asktheboywholived who happened to do a scene which has always been in my headcanon for Remus and who I hope doesn’t mind that I’ve shamelessly used it as a muse 😳.))


Remus Lupin loved fireworks.  He found it amusing that so many people were surprised by this.  To this day McGonagall believed the Never-Ending-Firecrackers in the Slytherin dorms had been James’ idea.  Not that he’d helped to correct her mistake, much to James’ irritation.  He loved the chemical, burning smell, the glittering colours, the noise and unpredictability of the whole affair.  He loved that he almost always felt the bite of cold on his fingers and his nose when he saw them, at counterpoint with the snugness of his scarf around his neck or even breath on his cheek.  He loved that he couldn’t see fireworks without the taste of mulled wine or hot soup flooding his mouth and that, for all that he’d feared, the sound and the smell and the sight were bigger than any one memory.  Or two.  Or even three.  The love of fireworks remained, long after the habit of where he watched them or who he watched them with had gone.

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