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amanda i'm watching chamber of secrets on freeform and i'm wondering, why tf did they have to wait for the mandrake roots that a group of twelve-year-olds planted to de-petrify everybody? if mandrake root is so easy to grow that twelve-year-olds are doing it, why couldn't they just buy some?? also, as a former bio major whose experiments nearly always failed, i have to say they were putting a lot of faith in those kids' gardening skills.

Wizards are fucking stupid and lack even an ounce of common sense

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*Throws an attempt at a Taako design at the internet.
*Shrugs and runs away

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Reasons To Be Proud That You're In....
  • ...Gryffindor:
  • 1. The Golden Trio duh
  • 2. You have freaking McGonagall
  • 3. You literally are the best at quidditch
  • ...Slytherin:
  • 1. Amazingly skilled witches/wizards
  • 2. You slay 24/7
  • 3. The sass™
  • ...Ravenclaw:
  • 1. Luna Lovegood>>
  • 2. You guys are total badasses and mysterious
  • 3. Freaking amazing at everything you do
  • ...Hufflepuff:
  • 1. You have Newt Scamander which literally means you win at life
  • 2. You are incredibly empathic, smart and care for others, which is amazing
  • 3. Also, Cedric Diggory
I know that

So this past Saturday I was playing a Pathfinder pseudo murder mystery. My friend ran it, with my father playing an Elvish Fighter, a friend playing a merfolk druid, and I playing a Half-Elf Investigator. The whole joke was when I rolled with inspiration (basically a pool of d6’s to add to any d20 roll) I said, in character, “I know that!” By using this, I never failed a single skill check that game.
The highlight of this was when I was taken to the court Wizard by the level 20 Cleric. The Wizard had been dying from poisoning for about 3 days, and had left the cleric confused on how to cure him. This is how the exchange went:
DM: “So the Wizard is lying in bed with a milky white film over his eyes, he seems to be muttering to himself in delirium”
Me: “Alright, so I’m gonna use poison lore to try and see what is killing him.”
DM: “…are you sure? This level 20 CLERIC has been unable to cure the wizard.”
Me, looking at my friend with a neutral expression: “I know that.”
I had absolutely no ranks in Nature knowledge, but thanks to my high intelligence and inspiration, I hit the poisons DC of 26 to identify it. Then, using my insanely high Craft(Alchemy) skill to cure the wizard in about an hour. Then the DM says this:
“As the wizard recovers, the cleric stares into the distance, rethinking his entire life.”
Being shown up by a level 3 character does thing to a man I suppose.

‘Celtic’ Witchcraft

I remember in my early days trying to find resources on historical Celtic witchcraft. I wanted to learn about the witchcraft from the places I descended from. So, I searched for answers. I read book after book on the supposed witch practices found in Wales, Ireland, and Scotland (Raymond Buckland never steered me so wrong, and that’s really saying something). However, I remember feeling…unsatisfied. It didn’t seem historical or based in any pre-Gardnerian lineage. It seemed like Wiccan influenced witchcraft based in Gaelic and Gallic mythology. However, the authors of the books were claiming that it was truly historical and traditional. Lo and behold, I was correct. So then came the question “What is historical ‘celtic’ witchcraft and where can I find it?” 

First of all, there is no one Celtic witchcraft. The word ‘Celtic’ applies to both Gaels and Gauls (though it’s said that Gauls aren’t included in that term at all, but for now, we’ll use it). There are six nations covered under ‘Celt’; Wales, Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, The Isle of Man, and Cornwall. Any witchcraft that originates from those lands can be considered ‘Celtic’, but the use of that term can create confusion and misinformation. Though they may look similar at times, and though they are all witchcraft, they are not the same. Methods changed from environment to environment. The witchery has always been based in the Land. 

I’ll briefly describe the practices and lore found in each land, but it is by no means exhaustive. 

Cornwall

In the circles of traditional witchcraft, Cornish witchery has been made very clear and accessible with much thanks to the wonderful Gemma Gary. Cornwall has perhaps one of the strongest histories of magical practice out of the Celtic Fringe. Not only witches, but Pellars (cunning folk), were a large part of the culture. Folk magic, the basis of both witch and pellar magic alike, ran rampant through Cornwall. The Pellars of Cornwall held a very strong likeness to witches, so much so that some folklorists consider them the same. The Pellars made it a point to have a wide range of services available to their customer. That meant that they would both curse and cure. The magic of Cornwall often came in the form of small spell bags filled with either powders, folded written charms, or other magical ingredient. These bags did a number of things, from love conjuring, curse breaking, and spirit banishing to healing, luck magic, and finding lost possessions. According to Cornish witch lore, a witch’s power fluctuates with the seasons, and it was in the spring that a witch’s power was renewed. The different pellars and witches of Cornwall would also clash through reputation of power. Though they clashed, the witches of Cornwall would also gather for their sabbats, which were a strange thing to behold to outsiders. Witches, both young and old, would dance with the Devil around fires, faster and closer to the flames with each pass, and never be singed. The ability to spontaneously disappear is spoken of (which may suggest flying). Black animals, especially black cats, are often spoke of in Cornish witch lore. The association with witch and toad is especially strong here, and it can be seen as a familiar, a shapeshifting witch, a charm, or an indicator of a witch. 

Wales

Witchcraft that comes from Wales can be particularly tricky to find. The term ‘Welsh Witch’ has been popular since the early days of Stevie Nicks. This makes it notoriously difficult to find any historical references on actual Welsh witches. In actuality, there were two kinds of magical practitioner in Wales. The first was a wizard (known as a cunning man in England) and the second was a witch. Wizards were very popular and plenty in number in Wales. Their practice was based mainly in healing the ill and livestock. They also did favors, like giving love potions and undoing witch spells. One Welsh tale, however, tells about a conjuror who is unable to undo a witch’s spell on a butter churn, so the farmer must turn to another witch to reverse it. Welsh witches were thought to have great power. They were able to raise the dead, curse their enemies, and according to older legends, shape shift and fly. Observing the myth of a sorceress named Cerridwen and the legends of Morgan le Fey and Nimue, there comes a general idea of what a witch was in Wales and Welsh legend. The idea of someone brewing potions and poisons was most definitely associated with witches, but more broadly, elements of water and weather seem to have importance. Interaction with the fairies also holds a very strong importance in Welsh craft. Walking between worlds, particularly this world and the world of the Fairy (Avalon, anyone?), was a skill that many wizards, witches, and heroes of Welsh myth acquired. All in all, the witchcraft in Wales is quite similar to the witchcraft found in England, as is the interaction between Wizard (cunning folk or Wise Men and Women) and Witch. 

Brittany 

In Brittany, a very strong fear and dislike for witches is found that is unlike Wales. Witches in Brittany were thought to be many in number. The legends suggest that they targeted farmers especially, making sure always to turn milk sour and spoil butter. They were also accounted to be particularly dangerous and vicious. Any man who watched their Sabbat would either not be found, found dead, or found scared witless and unable to speak. The witches of Brittany, however, were also sought out by the townsfolk. Indeed, there were witch doctors to fix their issues, but the witches were sought out for love spells and favors. Witch-cats are also mentioned, which could be either a reference to familiars or shapeshifting. Most strangely, Breton witches are said to very rarely cast spells on their targets and instead cast spells on the animals and possessions of the target. Every village is said to have a local witch. Some villages are said to be completely filled with witches. Many of them carry cane-like sticks with which they cast their spells. They were also said to be skilled in spells to find things, like lost objects and buried treasure. The line between village conjuror/wizard and witch is difficult to draw here. They may choose to help or harm, depending on their inclinations. For that reason, they still hold a strong reputation in Brittany, despite it being a place noted for its skepticism. 

The Isle of Man

On the Isle of Man, both witches and magicians were an important part of the environment. The first thing you’ll find on the witches from the Isle is that they practiced much magic involving the weather and the sea. Magic was used to help the fishermen catch more fish, make sure the winds were good for travel, and settle storms at sea. A charm was made by a witch and given to a sailor that stored the winds inside. When he was at sea and in need of a gust, he would use the charm. Interestingly, the line between witch and cunning person seemed to blur here. Cunning folk were known as Charmers and Witch Doctors. Witches, however, were employed when needed. There was a perceived difference between the magic of different kinds of practitioners. Do not be mistaken, though. The fear and dislike of witches still existed. Many farmers feared the wrath of witches, especially when their crops failed and their cattle died. To reveal the witch responsible, they would burn whatever died. The person in pain the next day was thought responsible. As throughout all of Europe, witches were thought to have gained their power either through birth or through the Devil’s grace. However, witches were looked upon differently in the Isle than other places. Because of its long associations with magic, it had many kinds of magical practitioners and witches were not always considered to be the most powerful of them. Magicians, who practiced an art to compel and work with spirits and powers beyond other kinds of practitioners, were revered. They were usually compared to the image of Manannán Mac Lir, considered both a sea god and a powerful magician. The ability to fly and walk between worlds was also attributed to the witches and magicians of the Isle of Man, most likely due to the latter. 

Scotland

Witchcraft flourished in Scotland perhaps as much, if not more than, in Wales. Scotland’s witch trials are famous, and perhaps the most famous among them was Isobel Gowdie. In her free confession, she detailed a story that most labeled imaginary. She spoke of fairies, elf bolts, curses, shapeshifting, flying, and lewd activities with the Devil. When comparing it with the confession of Alison Pearson, another Scottish witch she had never met, a Scottish fairy tradition begins to appear. Alison also details stories of going under the hills to meet the fairies, as well as them making elf bolts. More trials begot more folklore and legends. Stories of witches working the weather to destroy crops, sink ships, and cause havoc spread. More tales of a Man in Black appearing to future-witches and witches alike began to run rampant. John Fian, a male witch, was famed for his botched love spell, teaching witchcraft, harshly bewitching people whom he didn’t like, and attempting to sink the fleet of King James VI with a storm. Much of Scotland’s witchcraft was influenced by Gaelic legend and myth. Scotland’s witchery was not Gaelic alone, however. Norse invaders came and brought their magic with them. In Orkney, a Scottish Isle filled with witch history, the Vikings came often. Their language and culture mingled with the Scots’. Soon, cunning women were referred to as Spae Wives. The word Spae comes from the Old Norse spá,which means ‘prophesize’These spae wives told fortunes, created charms, and protected against foul magical play. The witches of Scotland, however, proved a match for them. They killed cattle, cursed babies, and brought general havoc with them. 

Ireland

Historical Irish witchcraft is perhaps the most difficult to find out of all the Celtic regions, and this is for a few different reasons. The first being that many lineages of Wicca have taken Irish mythology and applied it to the Gardnerian influenced witchcraft that they have. Many times when the word ‘Celtic Witchcraft’ or “Celtic Wicca’ comes up, this is what is being referred to. The second reason that it’s difficult to find is because the witch trials in Ireland are few and far between. The trials barely touched Ireland, amounting to a whopping 4 trials. The generally accepted reason for this is that Ireland was extraordinarily lax with its witchcraft laws. Most times, using witchcraft against another person’s possessions or livestock resulted in prison time. Only by harming another magically would a witch be executed. Interestingly, many people took this as a sign that Irish witches were generally less severe than their other Celtic counterparts. Florence Newton, the famed witch of Youghal, put the assumption to rest. When a woman refused to give her any food, she kissed her on the street. The woman became extremely ill and began to see visions of Florence pricking her with pins and needles. Florence also kissed the hand of a man in jail. He became very ill, cried out her name, and died. In a Northern Ireland trial, eight women were accused of causing horrific visions and poltergeists in the home of a woman. The ability to create illusions is a trait attributed to fairies in Gaelic myth. Those fairies are said to have taught the witches their skills in both Ireland and Scotland. Irish witches were said to turn themselves into animals, especially hares and crows, to spy on their neighbors. They would also place spells on those whom they wish in their animal form. They were also said to have used bundles of yarrow and branches of elder to fly. These sticks they flew upon, before brooms, were known as ‘horses’. They were said to fly up out of the chimney of their own homes. A tale of witches using red caps to fly also appears in Irish lore. This is another example of their strong ties to the fairies. The similarity between Irish and Scottish witchery has been noted, as they both have strong ties to Gaelic lore.

Witchcraft from the Celtic lands is a complex and unique thing, changing between each of the six nations. To lump them under a single title would be to lose the subtleties and differences between each. Saying that Irish witchcraft and Welsh witchcraft are the same is a fool’s lie. Saying that they are similar is true. Shapeshifting, flying, fairies, storms, and charms are found in each. But they are different.
It isn’t a bad thing when the myths of these lands are paired with Wicca or Wiccan influenced witchcraft. However, the historical practices from those places mustn’t be overwritten. 

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mbti as magical creatures from harry potter

quotes from fantastic beasts and where to find them (the book)

infj: augurey

the augurey has a distinctive low and throbbing cry, which was once believed to foretell death. wizards avoided augurey nests for fear of hearing that heart-rending sound, and more than one wizard is believed to have suffered a heart attack on passing a thicket and hearing an unseen augurey wail.

entj: basilisk

the basilisk is a brilliant green serpent that may reach up to fifty feet in length. the male has a scarlet plume upon its head. it has exceptionally venomous fangs but its most dangerous means of attack is the gaze of its large yellow eyes. anyone looking directly into these will suffer instant death.

intj: centaur

the ways of the centaur are shrouded in mystery. they are generally speaking as mistrustful of wizards as they are of muggles and indeed seem to make little differentiation between us. they five in herds ranging in size from ten to fifty members. they are reputed to be well-versed in magical healing, divination, archery, and astronomy.

enfp: crup

the crup originated in the southeast of england. it closely resembles a jack russell terrier, except for the forked tail. the crup is almost certainly a wizard-created dog, as it is intensely loyal to wizards and ferocious towards muggles. it is a great scavenger

estj: erkling

the erkling is an elfish creature which originated in the black forest in germany. it is larger than a gnome (three feet high on average), with a pointed face and a high-pitched cackle that is particularly entrancing to children, whom it will attempt to lure away from their guardians and eat.

infp: erumpent

the erumpent will not attack unless sorely provoked, but should it charge, the results are usually catastrophic. the erumpent’s horn can pierce everything from skin to metal, and contains a deadly fluid which will cause whatever is injected with it to explode.

istp: griffin

like sphinxes, griffins are often employed by wizards to guard treasure. though griffins are fierce, a handful of skilled wizards have been known to befriend one.

esfp: fwooper

the fwooper has long been a provider of fancy quills and also lays brilliantly patterned eggs. though at first enjoyable, fwooper song will eventually drive the listener to insanity

entp: imp

it does, however, have a similar slapstick sense of humour. its preferred terrain is damp and marshy, and it is often found near river banks, where it will amuse itself by pushing and tripping the unwary.

estp: jarvy

it resembles an overgrown ferret in most respects, except for the fact that it can talk. true conversation, however, is beyond the wit of the jarvey, which tends to confine itself to short (and often rude) phrases in an almost constant stream.

isfj: kneazle

a small catlike creature with flecked, speckled, or spotted fur, outsize ears, and a tail like a lion’s, the kneazle is intelligent, independent, and occasionally aggressive, though if it takes a liking to a witch or wizard, it makes an excellent pet. the kneazle has an uncanny ability to detect unsavoury or suspicious characters and can be relied upon to guide its owner safely home if they are lost.

istj: knarl

the knarl is usually mistaken for a hedgehog by muggles. the two species are indeed indistinguishable except for one important behavioural difference: if food is left out in the garden for a hedgehog, it will accept and enjoy the gift; if food is offered to a knarl, on the other hand, it will assume that the householder is attempting to lure it into a trap and will savage that householder’s garden plants or garden ornaments.

isfp: niffler

fluffy, black, and long-snouted, this burrowing creature has a predilection for anything glittery. though the niffler is gentle and even affectionate, it can be destructive to belongings and should never be kept in a house.

enfj: merpeople

those wizards who have mastered the language of mermish speak of highly organised communities varying in size according to habitat, and some have elaborately constructed dwellings.

intp: runespoor

each of the runespoor’s heads serves a different purpose. the left head (as seen by the wizard facing the runespoor) is the planner. it decides where the runespoor is to go and what it is to do next. the middle head is the dreamer (runespoors may remain stationary for days at a time, lost in glorious visions and imaginings). the right head is the critic and will evaluate the efforts of the left and middle heads with a continual irritable hissing. the right head’s fangs are extremely venomous. the runespoor rarely reaches a great age, as the heads tend to attack each other. it is common to see a runespoor with the right head missing, the other two heads having banded together to bite it off.

esfj: jobberknoll

it makes no sound until the moment of its death, at which point it lets out a long scream made up of every sound it has ever heard, regurgitated backwards.

Prompt: You’re so mean when you talk about yourself.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Pairing:  Newt Scamander x reader

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Polyjuice Potion ☕

a harry potter inspired potion to help you take on the qualities of someone else

The Polyjuice Potion, which is a complex and time-consuming concoction, is best left to highly skilled witches and wizards. It enables the consumer to assume the physical appearance of another person, as long as they have first procured part of that individual’s body to add to the brew (this may be anything — toenail clippings, dandruff or worse — but it is most usual to use hair)”

step one okay let’s avoid using body parts of someone, no toe clippings ok

ROSEMARY SYRUP (optional for potency)

☕ combine 1 cup water, 1 cup sugar, and ¼ cup rosemary needles

☕ dissolve sugar in a boil, remove heat and let sit 30 minutes

☕ strain syrup into a sterilized glass jar, seal and let cool.

☕ stores for up to 1 month refrigerated

FOR TEA:

☕ combine lavender, mint, lemon balm, and black tea

☕ steep 3 minutes with a representative object in or nearby the tea

☕ focus on the qualities of the person you’re drawing from as it steeps

☕ add a few drops of prepared rosemary syrup (optional)

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Suzuri and obiyuki modern double date. ;w; maybe a gaming night and wine with dinner at obiyukis home, or Suzuris. :D

Shirayuki smooths the gauzy layer of her skirt, her palms sticking unpleasantly with her sweat. Her heart flits in her chest, beating triple-time, threatening to flutter right through the gaps in her ribs if she lets it.

Obi buzzes the box before laying an arm on the wall and staring at her. “You look nervous,” he observes, the corner of his mouth canting fondly.

“I–I am,” she admits, shuffling her feet on the stoop. “I’ve never done this. A–a double date, I mean.”

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Dangerous

They say Newt Scamander is a dangerous man. And it’s not because he carries a case full of magical creatures who would definitely kill anyone who hurt their ‘mommy’.

No, that’s not it.

It’s because Newt has brought the most terrifying and powerful aurors to their knees. They’re happily wrapped around his beautiful and elegant finger and would gladly follow him to the ends of the earth.

And he’s even more dangerous because he has no idea.

He has no idea Theseus Scamander hexed every single one of the boys who used to bully him; they ended up crying in a corner unable to point at the wizard who attacked them. Nor he knows the reason why Hogwarts became the most peaceful, friendly environment was because he was Theseus’ little and beloved brother and they were all terrified of him.

That’s why all MACUSA trembled with fear when they saw Theseus (a day after the events in New York) walking down the hallway like a man possessed, searching and demanding for his baby brother.

His furious footsteps still echo the building, reminding everyone of that horrendous date. He walked past many horrified aurors, trying to hide as best as they could, avoiding the demonic look on his face.

But when he reached Tina’s office, when his eyes met those shinny kind ones, when he recognized the freckles that seemed to dance like stars in the night sky every time the magizoologist smiled, his expression softened, his eyes were filled with relieved tears.

“'Seus’! What are you doing here?” Newt asked, puzzled but happy.

Theseus Scamander did not answer that question, he just took his brother in his arms and cried with his head over his shoulder while a confused Newt started to caress his hair, trying to offer comfort.

“I heard what happened with Grindelwald,” Theseus said after a while.

Tina shivered when she heard the hatred in the older Scamander’s voice when he pronounced the name of the dark wizard.

“Are you okay?” Theseus asked.

“I’m fine,” Newt assured but that didn’t stop his brother’s eyes from roaming over his body looking for any kind of scratch or wound.

“Tell me everything,” Theseus sat on Tina’s sofa and took his brother’s hand to make him sit next to him.

Over the British auror’s shoulder Tina stared at Newt and mouthed ‘No’ because she knew that was a terrible idea but her friend wasn’t even looking at her.

So Newt told him. And Theseus’ rage increased.

There wasn’t any other wizard who hated Grindelwald like Theseus did that day.

Except maybe Percival Graves.

Director Graves was rescued few days after the New York incident. It took weeks for him to recover completely and when he was back at MACUSA the first thing he requested was to meet the man who helped his aurors to find him.

Then he saw those green eyes that couldn’t look at him for more than two seconds and saw the shy smile and the freckles covered by a beautiful blush that spread over his cheeks and down his neck. He stared at Newt for a couple of seconds before realizing he was trapped.

He was completely gone.

And boy was he worse than Theseus.

Percival took every opportunity he had to stare at Newt like a man starving. He followed the magizoologist like a shadow and invented the most ridiculous and stupid excuses to touch him.

Theseus wasn’t pleased when he found out. In fact, all MACUSA was waiting for a fight between the two of them, but Newt, their precious sweetheart, talked them out of it.

And Newt still has no idea. He doesn’t know he can get every permit he wants just by smiling kindly at the Director of Magical Security. He has no idea he’s above the law because Percival Graves is willing to twist and bend the rules (the same rules he once claimed he liked so much) just for a kiss, a touch, anything Newt wants to give.

Newt doesn’t know, but sometimes they all wonder, even Tina does it every now and then. She wonders if there is a small part of him that is aware of the power he has. If there’s a part of him that consciously does it on purpose. If he gives them the exact amount of love and kindness and little touches so they keep crawling to him for more.

No, Newt wouldn’t do that. He’s innocent and pure and so precious.

Or maybe Tina is turning into one of them… Maybe she’s biased too.

They say Newt Scamander would be a more efficient and powerful dark lord that Grindelwald would ever be.

Because Newt is an expert taming magical creatures. All kinds of them. Even wizards.

But while Grindelwald seeks control by making them afraid, Newt tames his wizards with love and kindness.

Because fear is a paralytic. But love… Love is a much more vicious motivator.

Thank Merlin Newt is not like that. Thank Merlin he has no idea.

But rumors like that travel fast, especially if they’re accompanied by a river of dead bodies.

By the time the words reach Grindelwald’s ears half of his followers have perished. And those who remain tell him the ones responsible are two skilled wizards. One from America and another from England.

So he notices. In fact, everybody does.

But they have no evidence, no proof. And who would believe that the war hero, Theseus Scamander, and the Director of Magical Security, Percival Graves, the most powerful and capable auror of America had been hunting down dark wizards and killing them in the spot?

No one. They don’t want to. Some of them even feel safe and grateful.

But Grindelwald is not angry, at least not with Newt. He sees the potential the man has and wants to use it for himself.

So he kidnaps the magizoologist and realises too late that’s the worst mistake he’s ever made.

Because suddenly a Nundu appears out of nowhere and growls at him before running back to Newt and watching over him like a mom with her pup. Then the two aurors appear in front of him and even though he’s powerful he doesn’t stand a chance because they’re skilled enough, but they’re also filled with rage and vengeance so he bends in pain; the spells like thunders almost piercing him…

But the pain stops; the petrificus totalus keeping him in place.

And Grindelwald just stares, because it’s the only thing he can do. And watches fascinated as Percival Graves and Theseus Scamander get on their knees before Newt and cry out of relief and love and then the thin magizoologist hugs them and strokes their faces and they both lean in his touch and close their eyes like they’re starving for it.

Newt kisses Percival and caresses Theseus hair one more time before they both rise from the ground.

Grindelwald realises he can move when Newt is a few inches from him. The aurors are at his side like devoted shadows.

Newt smirks at him, there’s still some of that marvelous kindness in his eyes.

“On your knees,” he orders.

And for the first time Grindelwald does as he’s told. Not because Newt is the only thing standing between him and a painful death by those shadows of his. He doesn’t do it 'cause his body is already bending in half.

He does it because there’s a beautiful smile on Newt’s face, because his eyes shine so bright and he can almost feel the warmth that’s coming from Newt’s body and wants part of it.

He’s shocked when he realises he’s willing to find his end if it comes from him. He’s willing to follow a command if it’s him who says it.

Then he gets it. And Grindelwald smiles back at Newt.

A dangerous man indeed.

Imagine taking Sirius to a roller rink for the first time.


There were a lot of funny things in life. Babies making silly faces, cats trying to make a jump that they clearly couldn’t, and the occasional really stupid joke would make you chuckle. 

But, Sirius Black strapped to roller blades was possibly the funniest thing you;d ever seen. 

Despite his some of his scores, he really was a skilled wizard. An amazing dueler, really. Plus he was generally very cute. But when he was stuck on eight wheels, he couldn’t skate ten feet without grabbing onto a wall or falling on his ass. 

“How is this supposed to be fun?” He griped, hanging onto your arm. You smirked and slowly led him over to the kid railing. 

“Well, balance is generally a natural talent. In the muggle world, you don’t get to rely on your wand to do things for you,” You smirked, pointing out a little boy that sped past you with his friends. 

Sirius rolled his eyes and slowly shuffled forward. You sighed and skated along with him, watching him. 

“I’ll tell you what. If you can make it around the rink once without any help, I’ll let you have whatever you want,” You said, turning to skate backwards. He raised his eyebrows skeptically. 

“There’s no way I’m beating you around this track.”

You laughed at him. “I know that. I’m not an idiot. But if you can make it, the offer stands.” 

Sirius grinned. 

“You’re on.”

In the next hour and a half he fell down a total of eleven times. 

  • *At the Christmas Party at the Potters*
  • Albus: How come your Dad is such a skilled wizard, I mean, he was always second after my aunt, he mastered Occlumency and he has no problem with non-verbal spells at all, so how come he can't cast a Patronus?
  • Scorpius: (surprised) Who said he can't?
  • Hermoine: (joining the conversation) So he can? What's his Patronus?
  • Scorpius: Ah, actually it's quite astonishing. When I was younger, he let me ride it sometimes. It's ...
  • (Draco rushes over and places his palm over Scorpius' mouth)
  • Draco: Scorpius! I explicitly told you not to tell anyone! Remember the fuss your mother used to make, whenever she saw it?
  • (Hermione whispers in Scorpius' ear, who nods, his father's hand still on his mouth, Draco sighs and releases him)
  • Hermione: No way! I want to see it!
  • Ginny: What is it? (Hermione whispers in Ginny's ear) Really?? I have to see it! Please Draco, please!
  • Draco: (to Scorpius) See son, the damage is already done!
  • Ron: Oh come on Malfoy! Don't be a git, show us your bloody Patronus.
  • Harry: I doubt anyone will be scared by your dragon or whatsoever.
  • (Draco swings his wand lightly and out of its tip bursts an almost blinding, dazzling silver unicorn)
  • Hermione, Ginny, Rose, and Lily: (synchronously) It's so beautiful!

YOU THERE

STOP SCROLLING FOR A SECOND

I NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT A VERY IMPORTANT THING

CALLED MAGIQUEST

DO YOU SEE THIS SHIT? THIS IS MAGIQUEST. IT IS ESSENTIALLY A REAL LIFE FUCKING HARRY POTTER SCAVENGER HUNT. DO YOU SEE THIS RIGHT HERE?

THIS IS A MAGIC FUCKING WAND. THIS WAND RIGHT HERE HAS A HIGH TECH COMPUTER CHIP LAZOR OR SOMETHING IN IT. I DONT EVEN KNOW I NEVER QUESTIONED HOW IT WORKS. BUT YOU TAKE THIS WAND AND YOU POINT IT AT SHIT AND THINGS LIGHT UP AND GO DING. WAND POINTY MAKE CHEST OPEN, SEE?

YOU TAKE YOUR WAND- WHICH BY THE WAY IS CUSTOMIZABLE- AND YOU RUN AROUND AND FIND SHIT WITH YOUR AWESOME WIZARD SKILLS. THERE ARE A BUNCH OF MAGIQUESTS, MOSTLY IN GREAT WOLF LODGES. HERES A MAP, DUNNO IF ITS UP TO DATE.

THE GREAT WOLF LODGE ONES ARE PRETTY DAMN COOL. THEYRE INTEGRATED INTO THE HOTEL AREA SO YOU CAN FUCKING TAKE YOUR WAND AND GO HAVE SOME ICE CREAM AND THEN GO RIGHT BACK TO GETTING THE PIXIES THEIR BRAND NEW GREEN CRYSTAL AND SAVING THEIR SORRY ASSES FOR REWARDS. BUT OH NO. IT GETS BETTER. THE MAGIQUEST IN MYRTLE BEACH NORTH CAROLINA. THIS SHIT IS THREE STORIES HIGH AND OFF THE FUCKING HANDLE IN TERMS OF AWESOMENESS. LOOK AT THIS

LOOK AT THIS FUCKING TREEHOUSE

AND THIS LIBRARY

THIS IS JUST THE MOTHERFUCKING LOBBY

DO YOU SEE THIS DRAGON? DONT TELL ME YOU DONT WANT TO DUEL THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THIS DRAGON.

NOW YOU MAY BE THINKING. WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS MAGICAL GAME? WELL IT IS VERY SIMPLE. YOU HAVE TO GET ALL THESE RUNES. AND TO GET RUNES YOU HAVE TO LOOK AROUND FOR ALL KINDS OF HIDDEN ITEMS. ANYTHING FROM MOSS TO TIARAS TO FUCKING STARS ON THE CEILING. AND ONCE YOU GET A SHITTON OF RUNES YOU CAN BE A MASTER MAGI AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS THAT YOURE A REAL WIZARD.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN EXPERIENCE THAT YOU CANT EVEN DESCRIBE BECAUSE ITS SO COOL? YEAH THATS THIS. SO JUST REMEMBER IN YOUR PATHETIC MORTAL BRAIN. NEXT TIME YOU’RE FREE FOR A WHILE (TRUST ME YOU WONT WANT TO LEAVE) GET YOUR ASS UP AND DRAG ALL YOUR FRIENDS TO THE NEAREST MAGIQUEST. NOT ONLY IS IT THE FUNNEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD BUT MORE CUSTOMERS MEANS MORE MAGIQUESTS AND I WANT TO SPREAD THIS MAGIC LIKE WILDFIRE. ITS ESPECIALLY FUN FOR LITTLE KIDS BUT AGE DOESNT EVEN MATTER.

ALSO THIS VIDEO IS CHEESY BUT IT HAS SOME OF THE MAGIQUEST PEOPLE IN IT: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8gs59VNBS1w

NOW YOU KNOW ABOUT THE WONDERFUL THING THAT IS MAGIQUEST. YOU ARE FUCKING WELCOME.

A Bit Complicated

It was an ordinary day in the Lucky Pumpkin Tavern and Paula the bartender was serving up some of her usual costumers with their favourite drinks, asking how their days went. Peter the blacksmith made progress on the lord’s daughter’s new sword. Tefira the seamstress is considering proposing to her girlfriend. And Little Appie just turned 18 and was having his first real alcoholic drink. It was a fun day, Paula thought fondly.

It was getting close to sundown, everybody already left and Paula was about to close down, but not before one last costumer entered the tavern. Denira the adventurer stomped through the front doors and nearly collapsed onto the counter, her heavy golden armour clanking against the wood as she did.

“Hard day, Denira?” she asked the weary elven woman. “I like your new armour. How did you get it?”

“It’s a long story, Paula.” Denira sat up, her face seeming like she’s been through hell. “It was a heck of an adventure.”

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✖ Characters/relationships: Original!Percival Graves x Reader, Seraphina Picquery 

✖ Genres: Flu, mild fluff

✖ Summary: Percival falls sick and President Picquery sends Reader, his secretary, to check on him. [Based on this imagine] @Anonymous

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 3285

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guchiline  asked:

"I'm a metamorphagus, you're an animagus. Our friends are never safe from puns and pranks. We're a literal power couple" Hogwarts AU? (from auprompts on twitter!) + Wonwoo pretty pleaaase :3

Thank you for the request!! I hope you like this :3 I’m still not too familiar with writing AU’s but :(


Your classes were over for the day; you had only had a class in Potions and Transfigurations. And now you were sat outside in the school mid yard with your boyfriend Wonwoo, planning on ending the semester with a bang. This was your final year in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and because you were known as the prankster couple, you had to deliver in the school graduation ceremony in a few weeks time.

You two had met a few years back in a rather awkward encounter. You both had joined Hogwarts at a very young age but had been sorted into different houses and never really met, as you both had your own friend groups but that didn’t stop you two from ending up like you were now.

One day a few of your friends had started talking about the Ravenclaw house and how much fun they apparently had there with a group of guys pulling pranks on other houses and even professors, if they dared. There were rumours that your house would be next, as they had gone through every house before but most of you paid no mind to stressing about a possible prank war you had coming your way.

The following evening however, they hit your house using a few dungbombs, magical stinkbombs that gave off a putrid odour, filling up the whole house and forcing everyone to leave the common room and dorms only in their pyjamas. It caused a lot of uproar from the professors because they were out and about during unacceptable times but nevertheless, it made the group of guys laugh breathlessly as they followed you running out with your friends in your pyjamas.

You swore with your friends that you’d get revenge on them, but along the way your friends gave up - finding something more “important” to do, such as dating some of the guys from the group of pranksters. You however didn’t, you weren’t going to let Jeon Wonwoo (and his friends) get off easy.

Jeon Wonwoo was known in school as Wonnie, the sly quiet guy who pulled pranks but yet studied hard. He was always either found at the Ravenclaw, the library or the mid yard with his friends. He was mostly quiet, people said he came off as intimidating most times, as he rarely looked approachable. But he did smile brightly sometimes, when his pranks succeeded, and it lit up the whole room - even if it was after a mean prank he pulled.

You thought you were being sneaky and get him to taste his own medicine. You tried embarrassing him in front of his friends but unfortunately for you, he had been expecting you to do so. Your plan failed miserably when he caught you red handed, trying to cast a spell on his belongings to fly away from him when he would need them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you, trying to hold in his laughter. You on the other hand were flushed red like a tomato, wanting to sink underground at the moment. He raised an eyebrow at you and offered you a hand to get off the ground (after you tried hiding under his table when you heard him come in) and you slowly raised your hand to take a hold of his. You didn’t want to trust him but you were already too embarrassed to prolong your encounter with him.

“You should’ve done this yesterday. I would’ve completely fallen for it then,” he told you and helped you up, letting go of your hand as soon as possible. He was still smiling, shaking his head at you. You felt your cheeks burning and stormed out of the common room immediately, not wanting to answer him.

But who would’ve known that from that day onwards, he wouldn’t leave you alone. Everytime he saw you, whether you were alone or not, he’d come and talk to you. He asked you what you were doing or try to start up a conversation on random things about muggles or whatnot. He really tried.

And eventually, you fell for him. Not in that sense, but rather in a sense of finally talking to him. And one day, you found yourself chatting about your rather rare magical abilities with him after lunch.

“So, you’re sure of it? You can transform into anything you want?” he asked you when you were sat in one of the staircases of the school. His eyes were as wide as plates and his mouth was gaping open. He couldn’t fathom how he hadn’t learned about metamorphagus yet - he had read all the books he could from the library.

You nodded, your lips curving into a smile smile when you noticed how his eyes were gleaming from excitement. “You could learn some powers like this too,” you told him after you figured he was at a loss for words but now he was even more dumbfounded - how?

Wonwoo didn’t voice it out but he urged you to tell him more by nodding vigorously, eyes locked on yours. “It takes great skill and patience for wizards to become Animagi. I’ve been told it’s a long process that has the potential to backfire if done wrong. So, not many people feel like the time is worth using on learning such a skill.”

“What do you need to do? I’ve learned a thing or two about patience…” his voice faded towards the end, unsure of how difficult it could actually be. You quickly dug your backpack for a heavy book you had gotten from one of your professors to read, flipping through a few hundred pages and landing on one with a picture of a wizard whose shadow formed a horse shape.

“Part of the process is holding the leaf of a mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and then using the leaf for a potion, and reciting an incantation daily,” you read to him after opening the book you had borrowed from the library earlier. You had learned everything about your powers from this book as well, thinking it would be beneficial for Wonwoo if he decided to take on the challenge.

“And how does it wo-“ Wonwoo was about to ask but you were quick enough to continue reading the book before. “Animagi also transform at will, but only into one animal form which is determined by their inner traits. So, it’s random which animal you become.”

“Aah, I see,” Wonwoo said, his eyebrows furrowed. He turned to face away from you, contemplating whether he would actually be ready to take on such a power. But he had always dreamt of having special powers that only a few had - otherwise he would just be an average wizard who just had brilliant papers when graduating.

“Would you help me?” he asked after a moment of silence. You would lie if you said you weren’t at all surprised by his question - how was he all of a sudden so nice to you? You had just tried pranking him.

But you came to an agreement, and from there you found yourself working together with him in achieving his Animagus form. You defended him when some pupils made fun of him for having the leaf in his mouth during the first month and went through the potion making process with him, almost being his caretaker during the time of the transformation.

You learnt a lot about Wonwoo in the process - he had always been keen to learn new things and apparently had also been the first person to make professor Snape smile, ever - Snape disappeared after that, for ‘unknown’ reasons but that was not the point. You got to experience Wonwoo’s soft side, the side you didn’t know much about before and you loved it. You might’ve loved him too at that point but were too shy to admit it.

“This is so difficult. Why couldn’t I just be a metamorphmagus?” Wonwoo complained when you two met up to check on his condition - he was close to the finish line of his journey to becoming an animagus.

“Well, it isn’t a skill that can be learned. I inherited it from my father,” you explained with a laugh. At this point Wonwoo looked defeated, he had worked hard towards his goal of becoming an animagus but he started becoming hopeless when he didn’t notice any changes.

“Maybe you just need to sleep on it?” You suggested Wonwoo, who continued complaining how he felt like he was going nowhere. It had been months ever since you started helping him to become an animagus and a lot had happened. You for example confessed to him and he did the same - he admitted that he found you beautiful and charming. And although nothing else happened after that - it was fine. You got confirmation for your feelings, which was of most importance to you.

“If nothing happens tomorrow, I’m calling this project quits,” Wonwoo sighed and had waved you goodbye. But to his amazement, the following night he had met up with you with something urgent. That urgent being his transformation to his animagus form - a wolf.

You were so happy to see that all his hard work had paid off (and the book hadn’t lied) that when he had transformed back to being himself, you kissed him for the first time. Wonwoo, out of breath and tired, was definitely surprised by your sudden kiss but he gladly wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back.

And that is how you got here. Two years later.

You had already started preparing for the graduation ceremony prank for weeks, contemplating on what you should do and how before leaving the school. You both wanted to leave your mark to the school and ever since you had started dating, everyone had known you as the power couple of the school, so the expectations for you two to pull a final prank before the end of the semester were high.

“But how would we get into the hall? Last year Argus Flinch was guarding the door intently, making sure no one went in or out during the ceremony,” you asked with a sigh. You had made up a plan where you would transform into a rat and scare everyone in the room, causing up a hassle and Wonwoo would run after you in his wolf form, eating you up. Sure, it was more of just causing hassle but you knew a few professors were more than scared of rats, and a few had a bad history with wolves so their reactions would be priceless.

“I found a few people who are ready to help us, they’re not graduating this year so they can distract Flinch,” Wonwoo explained with a glint in his eyes. “You’re not dragging the first years into this are you?” You asked in a serious voice, folding your arms across your chest. You would not accept him corrupting the minds of good students and make their house lose points.

“No, no. It’s a few from the same year as us, but they’re prolonging their studies so,” Wonwoo explained with a nervous laugh when he noticed your judgeful look, which changed quickly into a crooked smile.

“Sounds good then.”

When you heard a knock on the toilet door, you jumped up and opened the door slowly, checking it was Wonwoo who was waiting for you.

And there stood the guy you had planned this all with, dressed in his suit with his house tie on and his graduation cape on top, the Ravenclaw house patch stitched on it as well. “Hey there,” he whispered, waving you to get out of the toilet cubicle.

You were dressed in your graduation outfit as well, although it wasn’t really necessary, for either of you. Your eyes traveled his body - he looked extremely handsome. You still consider yourself very lucky to be dating him after all this time and couldn’t believe how well you got along. It was like you had known him for years but still, every time you saw him, you had butterflies.

You nodded. “Catch me if you can,” you said with a quiet giggle. You shared a knowing look and you closed the cubicle door again and changed into your planned rat form. You soon after ran out from underneath the cubicle door and Wonwoo gave you some time before he would come and chase you in the ceremony hall.

You scurried your way through the empty hallways and through the door to the ceremony hall that one of the guys had agreed on helping you was holding open. It didn’t take more than five seconds before the speech of the Quidditch team captains was interrupted by screams echoing in the ceremony hall.

“A rat!! There’s a rat!”

“How did Mr.Flinch’s cat miss that?!”

“Is that Peter Pettigrew!?”

After creating absolute hassle, you heard a familiar growl. Time for the climax, you thought.

Wonwoo came in barging through the door in his wolf form. He had grown a lot bigger since the first time he learnt the power - his fur was grey and thick and he was gritting loud growls through his teeth.

You two played mouse and cat for a while, a few teachers trying to stop you and some even figuring out who you two were; yelling your names and threats about your house losing points. However, when you saw the headmaster get up from his seat, you both took that as a sign to stop the messing around and Wonwoo caught you.

He proudly walked out with you between his teeth, holding you as gently as possible - just like you had tried before. He let you go out of his mouth when the door behind you closed and you ran behind the corner to change back into you. Your partners in crime had brought your clothes back from the cubicles and you changed back into them quickly.

You laughed when Wonwoo joined you and changed, getting his tie messed up. He was breathing heavily but laughed too when you reached your hands to his tie immediately and fixed it. He had his eyes on you the whole time, he couldn’t believe you had succeeded once again.

“Want to head back? They seem to have calmed down,” you asked but before you could drag him back through the huge doors, he flipped you around and kissed you.

“I love you,” he whispered after the kiss. Pushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

“I love you too,” you replied and almost teared up but kept it together, barely. Wonwoo noticed that you were holding back tears, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he rubbed your back and guided you towards the ceremony hall. “Let’s go graduate.”

When you entered, all your fellow students stood up and applauded you when you two walked holding hands, laughing and thanking everyone. You had an angry Argus Flinch running behind you but he gave up when no one seemed to pay attention to him.

You knew he wasn’t the only one with complaints as many teachers looked very upset too, but some looked entertained as well, applauding you two.

You did it. You did it together and although this marked the end for your school years, you knew your adventures with Wonwoo wouldn’t end here.


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