the stars, the moon (they have all been blown out)
Words: 9700 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron) Tags: Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Room of Requirement, One Shot, First Kiss, Pining Keith (Voltron), Love Confessions, patronus reveal, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, gryffindor klance, beater keith, chaser lance, liberal use of the room of requirement, Patronus, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Amortentia, POV Keith (Voltron)
On the night before Lance and Keith graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they decide to sneak out one last time to the astronomy tower.
Keith tries to find the courage to tell his best friend he’s in love with him.
lads im gonna be real here i dont know LOL i dont think we know enough about her characters and motivations to sort her (and caduceus).
I will say that putting her in gryffindor can lead to FUNNY SITUATIONS where beau is like “SEE IF I WAS IN GRYFFINDOR ID BE DATING YASHA ALREADY” or “I HAVE TO BEAT GRYFFINDOR SO YASHA WILL REALIZE HOW GREAT I AM AT QUIDDITCH AND SWOON” and beau would like try to get as many classes with gryffindors as possible by attempting to bribe dairon
Putting yasha in ravenclaw is ALSO REALLY FUNNY since she’d be in the same house as beau and theyd be on the quidditch team as beaters and beau would always be showing off and being extra during practice
It was a decade ago. A woman I’d never met but had instantly liked on reading her words (Hi, Libby! It breaks my heart your LJ is deleted) posted 20 Random Facts About Scorpius Malfoy and said she wished someone would write a fic about them. Naively, I did, thinking that it would be a thing we shared and that made her smile. Over half a million words (not all in this story, mind), many friends, and much silliness later, today is the day I wrote about in Sins of the Fathers!
Happy first day at Hogwarts, lads. Sorry about everything I got wrong, but we weren’t to know back then! What a path it sent me down…
He meets Al on the Hogwarts Express.
The small, black-haired boy barrels into his compartment and declares: “You’re Scorpius Malfoy!
Scorpius agrees that he is.
"We need to be friends, or it will look stupid,” the boy continues.
“And my big brother will think he knows everything, when really he’s not
Scorpius nods slowly. “OK,” he begins. “Except I’m not sure who you are.”
“I’m Albus Potter,” the new boy puts out his hand, which Scorpius shakes politely. “Albus Severus Potter.”
Scorpius blinks slowly. “We have the same middle name,” he announces.
Al drops into the seat beside him. “Oh, well then we have to be friends,” he declares.
“I suppose we do,” Scorpius smiles back. “Do you like Quidditch?”
“Oh yeah! My Aunty knows Victor Krum! And I’ve met him, and he was
really nice.” The record-holding player has recently signed a contract
to coach the English team after a disastrous English World Cup outing,
his name is like gold, and even works on Scorpius.
“Is he tall?”
“No, but he’s really strong. And he’s really fast.” Albus stops
himself before launching into his Short Essay on the Virtues of Krum,
there’ll be time for that later. “Do you know what house you want to be
Sorted into?” he asks.
“I haven’t really thought about it,” Scorpius lies. “What about you?”
“If it’s not Gryffindor, I may die,” Al declares with feeling.
“I hope it’s Gryffindor, then, I don’t have any other friends.” Scorpius is gratified when he makes Al laugh.
“Chocolate frog? I got a stack from my Dad, he says the trolley takes
ages to get through the train.” Albus offers a handful of the brightly
wrapped sweets and Scorpius takes one.
“Thanks, I love these, but Mum says they’ll rot my teeth.”
“My Mum says everything good is bad for you. She doesn’t like me reading comics or watching scary movies, but Dad doesn’t mind.”
Scorpius is entranced. “Your Dad lets you watch movies?”
Albus smiles, he realises that is a winning shot. “Oh yeah, we go to
the cinema all the time. And we have a computer that you can just watch
TV and things on.” And he knows this is a risk, for while the Ministry
is more relaxed about wizards and Muggle technology these days, it is
still not the done thing.
Scorpius leans close to him and whispers. “We have a projector and
some days my Dad closes all the curtains and we watch old films. I like
the Sherlock Holmes ones, with Basil Rathbone. Have you seen them?”
Albus has not. “Have you seen football?”
Scorpius has not. For a moment this stops conversation. Albus
restarts it. “I could watch movies with you at your house in the hols,
maybe, and you could watch football at my house. It’s really good, it’s
like Quidditch without brooms but with really angry men with whistles.”
“In the hols.”
“Yeah, cos you have your friends over for hols, right?”