but he didn't even blink or even give any indication he just went for it

you give me something to think about (chapter 8)

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Summary: Trini’s never been good at making friends, which only makes being stuck in the same school for seven years even more miserable. But when she finally does meet someone nice, she ends up with a whole lot more than she bargained for.

It’s gonna be one hell of a year.

The Slowburn Hogwarts AU that no one asked for.

Note: I totally forgot to make a post for chapter 7, ahaha… it’s too late to do that now, i guess. oh well.


The whole quidditch team is sprawled out on the grass in various states of exhaustion. There’s definitely leaves and grass in her hair, but Trini can’t find enough energy in herself to care. She groans, lifting her head and propping herself up on her non-aching arm

“Alright, quick break, and then we’ll run it again,” Jen calls out, despite the complaints of the whole team. Ernie gingerly makes their way to her side.

“Jenny,” they begin, and the captain raises her eyebrow at them. “You know I’m all for perfectionism, but I think in this case, we’re hardly likely to win the Cup if our team dies first.”

Jen surveys the group of half-dead teens laid out before her, before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. But if we lose because we didn’t practice enough? I. Will. Kill. You.” She emphasizes each word by poking Ernie in the chest, glaring at them, before stalking off to grab a drink of water.

Ernie turns back to the team. “So, great job during practice today. I know Jen is being a little… harsh, but it’s just because this is a pretty new team, and our first match isn’t that far away. She means well, I promise.”

Trini blinks, sitting up fully. She immediately regrets it, as all of the muscles in her body scream in protest. “Wait, our first match is when?”

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One For the Storybooks

Hello, I am not dead, but I am back from my vacation!  I also have a missing scene from my selkie story, which is maybe silly considering that as it is not yet written that technically means all the scenes are missing, but here we are anyway.  This started as something meant to be vaguely in the spirit of “YAY HALLOWEEN!!” and then became … something else.


“Sid.”  Geno slides into the seat across the aisle, a faint, curious smile on his face.  He nods towards the back of the plane, where a quiet but vicious card game has attracted most of the guys who are still awake.  “Gonch yell at you?”

“What?  No,” Sidney says softly, mindful of Flower sleeping next to him.  “He just … wanted to talk to me about something, that’s all.”

“Yell,” Geno says with a decisive nod.  The corner of his mouth crooks up a little higher into a crooked, sympathetic grin.  “Thought he only do that with me.”

“He wasn’t yelling,” Sidney insists.

“Okay.”  Eyebrow raised, Geno swivels to face him more directly.  “What he’s not yell about?”

“Nothing.” He sighs when Geno just continues to stare him down, and after a moment of calculating how long it will take him to convince him to let it go, decides he’d rather get at least a little bit of sleep on this flight.  “He brought Natalie and Victoria to optional skate last week—”

“I miss?” Geno interrupts, openly disappointed.

“It was after the game against the Islanders; I think you were still hungover.  Anyway,” Sidney says with a roll of his eyes at the pout still lingering on Geno’s face, “they were excited about Halloween, telling me about their costumes.”  He can’t keep a smile off of his face at the memory.  “It was really cute.”

“Rubbing in,” Geno grumbles.

“Sorry,” Sidney grins, unrepentant.

“You try to kidnap?” Geno guesses, smirking when that makes Sidney’s eyes narrow.  “That why Gonch get mad?”

No.” He scowls for a moment before he finally, grudgingly, moves on. “They kept asking for a scary story.”

“You scare babies?”  Geno sounds somewhere between dismayed and delighted, and Sidney flushes guiltily.

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