hey Cap, I know you are v busy and all, so don't hesitate to leave this until you have enough time to answer this, but there is one thing the sanvers hp AU has not: NB!Alex. And I've wanted this for a v v long time now, I just kept forgetting it. So, here it is! Thank you, you are amazeballs! <3
Maggie sometimes rants about how heteronormative Hogwarts traditions are.
Lena will join her, Winn will join her, James will join her, and Alex will watch with admiring eyes.
The boys – or at least, the ones who were assigned male at birth – can’t come up into the girls dorms without the steps turning into slides.
An antiquated form of heteronormativity ingrained in the castle’s magic.
But the girls – or at least, the ones who were assigned female at birth – can come and go as they please, through any dorm they please.
So whenever Winn and Alex want to study together, create spells together, innovate unions between magic and Muggle technology together, in the Ravenclaw tower – ever since they were first years – Winn couldn’t come up to Alex’s dorm, but Alex could dash up to his.
Until Alex comes out, to themself and to their sister and to their girlfriend.
Because when they try to run up to his room on Quidditch morning – the first Quidditch morning that will see a nonbinary Beater take to the pitch for Ravenclaw – the stairs don’t quite turn into a slide. But they don’t quite stay stairs, either.
Alex yelps as the staircase yields oddly under their feet. They yelp so loudly that Winn pokes his head out of his door, his bed hair wild and sticking up all around his ears.
“Alright there, Danvers?” he calls down, and they grin up at him.
“The castle knows,” they tell him, voice incredulous, voice appreciative, voice low and shocked and almost reverent.
“The spell. Whatever spell the founders put on the dorm staircases. Maggie’s right – they were heteronormative as all hell. Look.”
Alex jumps down off the staircase, backwards, and the stairs morph back into well-defined steps.
“The founders must have created a spell to separate the dorms by genders, not by sexualities, right? Because they assumed everyone would be straight. That’s why you can go to the boys’ dorm even though you like boys, and you can’t go to the girls’ dorm, because you are a boy. But me?”
Alex leaps back onto the staircase and they grin victoriously as the stairs get softer, get shinier, get both harder and easier to step on.
“It doesn’t stay stairs anymore, because I’m not a girl! But it doesn’t completely turn into a slide, because I’m not a boy, either!”
They dash to the other side of the tower, to the girls’ dorm staircase. The same thing happens – they hadn’t noticed trudging down this morning – and they let out a loud whoop.
“The castle’s using that stupid damn spell to validate my gender, Winn!” They leap down again and meet Winn’s grinning face in the middle of the common room.
“The castle supports the queers!” Winn and Alex whisper together conspiratorially, grasping each other’s hands.
“Come on, Schott, we have to tell Maggie!”
“But my hair – “ he yelps, and Alex whips out their wand and Winn’s hair instantly settles into place. He puts his hands on his head gingerly and nods.
“What are friends for?” they shrug, and they toss their arms around each other as they race out of the dorm in search of Alex’s girlfriend, in search of breakfast, and in search of a brilliant Saturday morning.