peppermint toad

wotcher, vic

The first time Victoire meets Teddy, he’s two and she’s just been born. She doesn’t remember any of it, but later, much later, her parents would tell her that she’d gurgled at the sight of him like she’d known he was going to end up being her best friend. And then—this part is always accompanied by a knowing smirk—when they brought Teddy up to the new mother and daughter (“Das a bay-bee?” he’s later quoted as saying. “Weird.”), his hair changed from Weasley-red to the same shade of blonde as hers.

“Zis ees Victoire,” her maman had said, smiling down at Teddy. “Do you want to say ‘ello, Teddy?”

And Teddy had cocked his head to the side, nodded in the sort of pompous, overly-excited fashion that only a two-year-old could get away with, and said, “Wotcha, Vic.”


By the time Victoire can talk and walk (and thus cause all sorts of trouble), she and Teddy are inseparable. Literally—Victoire throws tantrums that pay hefty tribute to her Veela heritage whenever she goes more than a few days without seeing her best friend. Sometimes, they hang out at Auntie And-rah-meh-da’s house, but most of the time, it’s either at the Burrow or Shell Cottage or sometimes even Uncle Harry’s house. Her maman frowns when Victoire comes home with her hair a mess and her dress splattered with mud, but because Victoire’s cheeks are always flushed and her grin is set to devour her whole face, she doesn’t say anything.

After all, there’s always Cleaning Charms (and thank Merlin for them). And besides, as Victoire’s daddy likes to say when he thinks Victoire isn’t listening, “at least she’s still young enough that the only trouble she gets into with boys is a spot of mud.”


When Victoire turns two, her maman and daddy sit her on the couch between them and tell her that she’s going to have a sister. Victoire doesn’t care much. A sister would be nice, she thinks. Teddy is nice, but he’s four now. He’s old and sometimes he doesn’t want to hang out with her because she’s too young. Plus, he’s a boy. And boys are gross, even if they’re crazy-haired Metamorphmagus boys named Teddy. (Especially if.)

“My maman’s gonna have a baby,” she tells Teddy a few days later, lying down on the grass beside him.

Teddy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just continues pulling up grass with stubby fingers. “Good,” he says suddenly, and she’s so surprised that she turns to face him. His hair is black like Uncle Harry’s. “You’ll have someone else to play with.”

Victoire’s face screws up. “Why’re you so mean tuh me?” she demands shrilly, sitting up and glaring at him.

Teddy turns away from her, his hair briefly taking on the same shade of green as the grass around them before returning to jet black. “Because I’m older,” he answers angrily, throwing his handful of grass at her. Most of it lands on her dress, but she can feel pieces of it in her hair. “I don’t want to play with babies like you all the time.”

Victoire starts crying. She pushes herself off the ground and runs back to the safety of her home, wishing she’d never met Teddy Lupin. That Muggle girl from the nearby village was right—boys are meanies. But she never thought Teddy could be like them. He’d taught her how to colour and he played in the mud with her and brought her Chocolate Frogs when she was sad. He was nice… wasn’t he?

Or not. Beyond furious and more than a little sad, she stomps into the cottage and slams the door behind her with as much force as she can muster. One of the panes of glass breaks, and her maman comes running into the room at the noise, one hand cradling her tummy, eyes wide. Her daddy is only a few steps behind her, his forehead all scrunched up, wand in hand.

“What ees eet, ma chérie?” her maman asks, crouching down and cradling Victoire’s face in her hands. Her beautiful features—her mother really is beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the whole world—are twisted with worry. “What ‘appened? Are you okay? Are you ‘urt? Where ees Teddy?”

When she hears Teddy’s name, Victoire starts to sob even harder. “He—he called me a baby,” she bawls, throwing her arms around her mother. “He said he was glad you’re havin’ a baby ‘cause then he doesn’t have tuh play with me anymore!”

Her mother pulls her onto her lap and starts to rock her back and forth, singing an old French lullaby under her breath. Victoire’s daddy looks angry, but he crouches next to her too, stroking her hair. “I don’t care if the kid’s four and basically family,” he mutters lowly to his wife. “I’m going to kill him.”

Victoire’s maman giggles quietly as she continues to rock Victoire back and forth. “Beell,” she says in the same tone of voice she uses on Victoire when she’s done something bad, “you cannot ‘urt every boy who ‘urts Veeky.”

“But I want to,” Victoire’s daddy mumbles, sounding every bit like his daughter in her most petulant moments.

Victoire’s maman huffs, but there’s a small smile playing out across her lips. “‘e is young,” she says firmly. “And ‘e will make mistakes. Watch—’e will be back to apologize. ‘E cannot stay away.”

And sure enough, fifteen minutes later, there’s a timid knock on the door, and it’s Teddy, looking small and lost. “I—uh…” he trails off, his eyes flickering between his scuffed trainers and where Victoire stands behind her father, hands on her hips like Aunt Ginny when she wants to look intimidating. “I’m sorry, Vicky. I was being mean.”

Victoire’s already forgiven him—she forgave him five minutes ago. But she still darts out from being her father and plants a kick square on Teddy’s shin. It gets her a time-out from her mother and an irritated look from Teddy, but her father’s smiling into his palm, so it’s worth it.


Her sister is born four months before Victoire’s third birthday. Victoire’s in St. Mungo’s waiting room with Teddy and Andromeda—she only learned how to properly say the older woman’s name a few weeks ago—because there’s too much screaming in room where her mother and it smells too much like the Burrow after one of Grandma Weasley’s cleaning days.

Finally, a Healer finds them and tells them the baby has been born and would you please come this way, ma’ams and sir. Victoire, scared and nervous and excited all at the same time, grabs Teddy’s hand as they follow behind the adults. Teddy’s hair turns bright red—brighter than her daddy’s—but he doesn’t pull away.

When they reach the room, the rest of her family is already there, crowded around a bed, but they smile and make room for her once they spot her. Victoire catches sight of her mother with a bundle of blankets in her arms, hair dark with sweat, cheeks flushed. But both she and Victoire’s daddy, who’s hovering beside her and looking pale, are smiling widely.

Her mother motions for Victoire come closer. Victoire hasn’t let go of Teddy’s hand yet, so he just follows behind her shyly as she gets closer to the bed. “This ees your new sister, Veeky,” her maman whispers hoarsely, holding the blankets out to Victoire.

Victoire looks down at the blankets, shocked to see a pair of blue eyes staring back at her somberly. It’s so small. Hesitantly, she reaches out a finger and touches one of the baby’s tiny fingers. The baby makes a noise that sounds a little like a laugh, and Victoire’s maman smiles even wider. “‘Er name ees Dominique.”

Victoire doesn’t really understand what’s going on, but she hugs her mom anyways, and when Teddy whispers, “are all babies this ugly?” into her ear, she stomps on his foot even though she kind of agrees with him.


Victoire’s brother Louis arrives when Victoire is four and a half, and Shell Cottage becomes a warzone. Luckily, though Teddy is almost seven now—way older than her—he still hangs out with her when he’s not seeing his other friends.

One day, when everyone’s at the Burrow for Sunday Brunch, he tells her that he’s going to teach Louis all his tricks. Victoire looks at him in her best Aunt Ginny impression—hands on her hips, upturned eyebrows, pursed lips, eyes blazing—and says, “what tricks, Teddy Lupin?” She’s just lost her childish lisp, and it makes her sound older. Teddy blanches.

“Blimey, Ted,” Uncle Ron laughs, clapping an affronted Teddy on the back. “You’d better watch out.”

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An Ode to Sweets (or a Valentine from Scorpius Malfoy to Albus Potter)

By @autumn-of-ilvermorny

Chocolate Cauldrons, Licorice Wands
Sugar Quills and Chocolate Charms

Fizzing Whizbees, Acid Pops
Pumpkin Fizz and Bertie Botts

Exploding Bon-Bons, Shock-o-Choc,
Chocoballs and Wizochoc

Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes
Ginger Newts and Jumping Snakes

Peppermint Toads, Chocolate Frogs
Lick'O'Rish Spiders and Flies of Fudge

Ice Mice, Bat’s Blood
Cockroach Clusters and Jelly Slugs

Mint Humbugs, Sugared Butterfly Wings
Sherbert Lemons and Mint Flossing Strings

Licorice Snaps, Sour Apple Bites
Crystallized Pineapple and Pink Coconut Ice

Glacial Snowflakes, Chocolate Rocks
No Melt Ice Cream and Mice Pops

Fizzy Wizzy, Sugar Straws
Sugar Hexes and Sweet Crystals

Treacle Fudge, Salt Water Taffy
Canary Creams and Ton-Tounge-Toffee

Puking Pastilles, Fever Fudge too
Nosebleed Nougat and U-No-Poo

Fainting Fancies, Hiccough Sweets
Lightning Bolt Shaped Dark Chocolate Covered Rice Crispy Treats

Edible Dark Marks, Glow in the Dark Gum
Blood-Flavoured Lollipops and Droobles Best Blowing Gum

Eyeball Bonanza, Choco-Loco
Chocolate Eggs and Hot Cocoa

Chocolate Skeletons, Jelly Skulls
Honeydukes Chocolate and Wrapped Caramels

Licorice Allsorts and Comfits
Pixie Puffs and Pepper Imps

Although the Potters are on sugar ban,
Of all the confections in the land:

Your friendship is my favourite treat,
Thank you for staying for my sweets!


Hi! Could you write one where Fred is jealous because Hermione is hanging out a lot with a guy, so Fred & Hermione get into a fight and he unintentionally confesses he has feeling for her. [PS: I really love your blog and all the things you write!]

You are too sweet!

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Hermione couldn’t remember getting back to the common room that late in ages. With exams closing in as the pages on the calendar seemed to rip away with increasingly alarming pace, a panicked Justin Finch-Fletchley had approached Hermione in the corridor before a D.A. meeting, begging for her help.

“Please, I just can’t wrap my head around the spell,” he cried, clinging to his copy of Intermediate Transfiguration. “If I don’t pass the O.W.L…”

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Sirius Black X Reader (Kinda???) Bored, Jealous, and Horny (AKA The Infamous Hook-Up From Firewhisky)

Word Count: 1388

Summary: Sirius tries to help you get your mind off your crush, Remus.

“Hey, Black? Do you have, like, feelings?”

“Hey (L/N)? Do you have, like, lungs?” You laughed at your friend, popping another Bertie Bott’s Bean in your mouth. You and Sirius had just gotten back from a Hogsmeade trip, where you had bought plenty of sweets. James, Remus, and Peter had ditched you two, all seeming to have something important or better to do. James was off with Lily, Remus had prefect stuff, and Peter was just gone. So you and Sirius stayed together, talking and wasting the rest of your Saturday.

“You know what I meant, Sirius. You’re always hopping from girl to girl. Why not settle?”

“I do not hop.”

“You hop a little, Black.” Sirius shrugged.

“Hopping’s just easier, I guess,” he said, placing a peppermint toad in his mouth. “No strings is quick and easy.”

“Strings are more rewarding.”

“Yeah, but look at you with Remus. You want strings, crave strings, but you’ve gotten nowhere.”

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Yule/Winter Solstice Personal Correspondences

As the year reaches it’s end and towards it’s final day of darkness, the sun’s cycle is renewed and we experience a moment of rebirth as we return towards the light! As we edge closer to the end of the year, frost blooms on dead leaves, light flurries fill the icy air and many lights are lit to bring joy where it’s dark and cold. The solstice is a time to welcome this heavy season approaching with honoring life, togetherness, friendship and love through generosity. As the harvest season is gone and we are left with what we have reaped, we share our goods with our very close loved ones in the spirit of togetherness and to express our love and unity through generosity. Plants like holly, mistletoe, evergreen and other pines are cherished for their abilities to heal and to resist cold and prosper through winter. Songs are sang to promote unity and bonding with loved ones. It’s a time of sharing and there are many traditions across the northern hemisphere that share these similar practices with Winter Solstice and often have a feast with the family.

Yule - Winter Solstice

December 21st (2016)


  • Crimson red
     for life, vitality, bonding
  • Evergreen
    for life as well, but nature wise and prosperity through winter
  • Pearly White
    for winter
  • Gold
    I use gold in every sabbat though so I’m unsure if this even counts but here it can represent the sun’s rebirth


  • Clear Quartz
    to help amplify the good energy

  • Angel Aura Quartz
    to help lift everyone’s spirits

  • Red Tourmaline
    harmony, love, balance

  • Flourite
    balancing, grounding and harmonizing

Herbs and Plants:

  • Ginger
  • Currants
  • Holly
  • Mistletoe
  • Cinnamon
  • Pine
  • Peppermint
  • Spearmint
  • Cranberries
  • Pomegranate
  • Cedar
  • Nutmeg
  • Chestnut


  • Reindeer (primarily)
  • Snowy Owls
  • Mice (Especially White ones)


  • Pine Garland
  • Pine cones
  • frost
  • silvery or golden leaves especially if misted with frost
  • holly
  • mistletoe

Instruments & Music:

  • Bells
    I mean any holiday music with jingling bells becomes very seasonally cheerful.

Fragrance & Incense:

  • Peppermint
  • Cedar and Cinnamon (together smells like a Yule tree!)
  • Pine
  • Cinnamon
  • Baked Sugar
  • Pomegranate


  • For Vegetables I like to use Kale and Potatoes as that dominates my seasonal winter cuisine anyway. Mashed Potatoes always has it’s place in the Yule feast. I like to use winter squashes like Banana and butternut squash especially when making stews butternut really comes through.

  • For fruits I heavily associate cranberry and pomegranate with Yule. Maybe because pomegranate is what’s in stores seasonally by me and every year my mom brings a massive pack from costco. (Also there is lore with this seed and having to do with the darker parts of the year) It’s beautifully red and makes great decorations as well and it’s seeds can be used to decorate cheese and other desserts or be put in salads. Same with cranberry, and the combination of cranberry and ginger (which ginger helps elevate colds and warms the body) can make very festive tasting sparkling drinks or hot toddies. I like to use pear too for poached pears in red wine. 

  • For the main dish traditionally my family always stuck to a roast like roast beef so roast beef has always been connected to this holiday for me.

  • I sometimes feel like fighting people when they ask me what a Yule Log is. Like How dare you??? (I am just kidding I know not everyone has had the same childhood christmases as me but the Yule Log was my favorite part of the dinner and I would fight my siblings over the meringue mushrooms on there). Anyway ALL Yule feasts deserve the most EXTRAVAGANT and BEEAUTIFUL Yule logs with all the gorgeous softly powdered meringue mushrooms and green chocolate holly leaves and over the top wintery naturesque decorations as possible on the most naturey cake ever. Yule logs are so important to the Yule Feast it needs its own bullet. 
  • Also for dessert there is the classic puddings, rum cakes and red velvet is a very American dessert that has stuck with me but red velvet cakes or cookies is a must. I mentioned poached pears before but like the candied apples of the fall celebrations, the poached pears is the treat for the Winter Solstice. Also hot cinnamon rolls with nice creamy icing get me in the spirit.

  • For sweets there are sugar cookies especially the ones decorated with icing. Other great cookie flavors would be gingerbread and red velvet and cinnamon sugar ones like the snickerdoodles. Candy canes are very wintery to me even though they are said to have a christian origin. If you don’t want anything too christian in your Yule celebration for the fact that you are not christian, then maybe make peppermint wands instead of candy canes or just avoid the candy all together. There are other peppermint red and white candies anyway you can slip into gifts or use as dessert toppers. Chocolate, caramel and toffee are classic sweets but what I associate with this sabbat are peppermint toads that I make every year for friends. Probably because Christmas was such a big deal in Harry Potter, but also since I bought the frog chocolate molds you can be creative with your chocolate creations and make different chocolate frogs (like white chocolate oreo, milk chocolate peanut butter, white chocolate peppermint etc etc) and drop them into warm steamed glasses of milk to make hot chocolate creations. It makes for sweet creative little gifts.

  • For Drinks there is Eggnog of course. Mulled wine is a great option to have but what I really would love to try to do is the German classic Feuerzangenbowle where you have a flaming chunk of sugar over a cauldron of wine that makes it look like you are serving spiced liquor from a goblet of fire to your heathen guests. There is also always hot toddies and for non alcoholic options there is cranberry juice and ginger cider.
The Signs Favourite HoneyDuke's Sweets (pt.1)
  • Aries: Cauldron Cakes
  • Taurus: Chocolate Frogs
  • Gemini: Licquorice Wands
  • Cancer: Pumpkin Pasties
  • Leo: Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans
  • Virgo: Pepper Imps
  • Libra: Levitating Sherbet Balls
  • Scorpio: Sugar Quills
  • Sagittarius: Fizzing Whizbees
  • Capricorn: Exploding BonBons
  • Aquarius: Ice Mice 
  • Pisces: Toad shaped Peppermint Creams 
Themed Thursday!

Today is Harry Potter Aesthetic’s nineteenth Themed Thursday! Every post today will be on-theme. And today’s theme is…

Honeyduke’s Sweets Shop

from the books:

There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizzbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were ‘Special Effects’ sweets: Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-coloured bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps (‘breathe fire for your friends!’), Ice Mice (‘hear your teeth chatter and squeak!’), peppermint creams shaped like toads (‘hop realistically in the stomach!’) , fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons.

previous Themed Thursdays can be found here!


Store: Honeydukes

There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizzbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were ‘Special Effects’ sweets: Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-coloured bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps (‘breathe fire for your friends!’), Ice Mice (‘hear your teeth chatter and squeak!’), peppermint creams shaped like toads (‘hop realistically in the stomach!’) , fragile sugar-spun quills and exploding bonbons.
Post-Vacation HP Aesthetics

Because I just got back from the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, and therefore am all in my hp feels, I think that this is only appropriate. (I literally did like every possible hp related thing i could think of)


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klaine advent 2015 #7: guide

(hp) au: Kurt finds himself lost in the Forbidden Forest on Christmas Eve, having lost patience with some of his tormentors and accepted a dare. (ao3)

It’s easily the worst experience he has ever had since he first arrived at the castle five years ago, which is really saying something. Of course, life at Hogwarts is far better than life at home, but being harassed by people who can charm your books to fly out of your bag and then refuse to fit back inside it is a far cry from anything that Muggle tormentors usually do. After five years of the same few people making life difficult for him, Kurt decided that enough was enough; he needed to prove himself.

However, it seems that taking a dare to go inside the Forbidden Forest for an hour might have been the wrong way to go about it. After two hours in the forest with nothing but the glowing tip of his wand for light, Kurt realizes with a sinking feeling that he can’t find the way back. The forest seems to be reveling in his fear, the dark trees appearing to lean towards him, reaching with their crooked branches.

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