the quidditch captain

The other day, I wondered how the world of Harry Potter would be different if all students were sorted every year, rather than only in their first. So I wrote this.

Little is changed from Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts. Still he sits under that hat, thinking, not Slytherin; still the Hat considers his potential before sending him to Gryffindor. Still he is joined in Gryffindor by Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, still the Slytherin he so feared to be in will hold Draco Malfoy. Little is different about the placement of the older students, for all the Sorting Ceremony is made longer, and the Hat’s song a little changed, with their participation. Fred and George Weasley, like their younger brother, are still in Gryffindor. Ambitious Percy Weasley may be in Slytherin by now, maybe not yet, but he is a Prefect regardless. Oliver Wood or someone like him will still be Harry’s first Quidditch Captain.

In Harry’s second year, he and Ron are in more trouble than ever for missing the Sorting Ceremony. Now the Hat must be got out again to Sort these two boys who have caused such a stir, to confirm what surprises no one: both will remain in Gryffindor this year. (This time, Harry is once again thinking his wishes to the Hat, but instead of not Slytherin, he is pleading, Gryffindor, Gryffindor – picturing the warm Gryffindor common room that is the first home he has ever known, the first place that has welcomed him rather than shut him away. The hat, once again, obeys his wishes.) Both boys are relieved to find their House much the same as they left it; Hermione Granger is in their midst again, joined by Ron’s shy little sister Ginny.

Neville Longbottom, who had been plagued throughout his first year in Gryffindor by doubt as to his right to be there, is with them again, too. They missed his silent drama at the Ceremony, too, as the boy sat under the Hat that could see into his mind and reflected on the end of term. He had remembered standing up to the three classmates he thought he could call his friends, only to be left behind – hexed, as he so often was, ridiculed. More proof that he did not belong in the brave House. But he remembered, too, Dumbledore’s voice at the end-of-year feast – praising him for doing what was hard. He remembered being awarded House points for this simple act, and with the meagre sum, winning Gryffindor the House Cup. That heady feeling of being, for just one moment, a celebrated hero – that was like nothing else. That was worth a year and more of self-doubt. So Neville now unpacked his bags in the Gryffindor dormitories again, and, like Harry, he felt for the first time that he was home.

Harry has grown complacent, all his friends staying with him from his first year to his second. He hears the warnings of the older students on his Quidditch team (some of whom go from one House’s team to the next from year to year), the reminders that he will need to make new friends soon, but he does not really believe them. He cannot imagine his world changing even more than it has.

This is why he feels as though his stomach has dropped out of his body, as though he has fallen into some bottomless pit, when things change in his third year. He is still in Gryffindor, yes, and still with Ron, thank goodness for that, but Hermione Granger is no longer of their House. Hermione, who spent the last term of her second year as a statue, whose research was the only part of her that got to be a part of the battle in the Chamber of Secrets, who scrambled and sweated when she was unpetrified to pass all her courses in the remaining days of term – despite the promises of the administration that classes missed by the basilisk’s victims would not be held against their grades. Hermione, who had been called an “insufferable know-it-all” so many times that it had almost stopped hurting, who had felt so frustrated with the cavalier attitude her fellow Gryffindors took to classwork. She was now a Ravenclaw, the blue insignia on her robes matching that of Ginny Weasley, who seemed to have shrunk in on herself after the events of last term. (Ginny, like Harry in his first year, sat under the Hat in her second year thinking not Slytherin, not Slytherin, but then she had paused, and thought, not Gryffindor, too, because Riddle had possessed her despite her red-and-gold robes, and because she did not feel brave.)

Ginny, Hermione, and Luna Lovegood (here is one girl the Hat cannot imagine placing anywhere but Ravenclaw, though it will surprise itself in years to come) soon find each other in the Ravenclaw common room, and form an odd, but tight, bond over the first few weeks of term. Hermione finds that it is nice to have close friends who are girls; she never had this in her two years in Gryffindor. She still finds time to talk to Harry, to help him with an essay in the library or to keep him company on restless Hogsmeade weekends or to walk with him to Hagrid’s hut. They are still friends, and good ones; no disparity of House can change the bond forged in fighting a mountain troll together, and all they have been through together since.

She explains this, at last, to Ron Weasley in the days before Christmas vacation, when the dark looks he has been sending her all term finally come to a head in a shouting match outside the Divination tower. Ron, too quick to view matters in black and white, had seen her Ravenclaw badge as a betrayal, a defection. Had imagined that this was her choice, rather than the honest assessment of the Hat. Had felt left behind, discarded, second-rate, dismissed like his brothers’ hand-me-down robes that he wore. With Harry to remind him not to be an ass, to remind Hermione that Ron was always like this, they made up soon enough. Hermione laughed and called Ron an idiot, but fondly; and he laughed back, and told her that the blue and silver only made her look more the nerd. The trio were reunited, even if they were in different houses.

And, after that fight at least, perhaps the difference of house was a blessing in disguise. Crookshanks could not worry at Ron’s rat when they lived in different common rooms. There was no fight between Ron and Hermione about their pets; when Scabbers went missing, there was no talk of foul play, only an agreement between the three friends that they would try to find him. The three were still present in the Shrieking Shack, two Gryffindor children and one Ravenclaw, to bear witness to the true identity of Scabbers, to bear witness to the reunion of the three living Marauders. They still saved Buckbeak; they still lost Pettigrew.

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The Marauders graduated in 1978 and J+L died in 1981. That means that while the Marauders were in 7th year, students in years 1, 2, 3 & 4 would be in years 4, 5, 6 & 7 in 1981, if that makes any sense???

So, I’d imagine Hogwarts would hear the news the next morning from the Daily Prophet, or maybe Dumbledore announced it at the Halloween Feast or something… but either way, the younger students would be cheering and celebrating at finding out that You-Know-Who had been defeated. 

On the other hand, the older students, who had been in school at the same time as the Marauders, would be truly devastated.

James and Lily Potter dead? The former Head Boy & Girl of Gryffindor House? Gryffindor quidditch team captain, James? Tutor for students of all houses, Lily? Legendary troublemaker/prankster, James? Muggleborn rights activist, Lily?

Although Peter faked his death, nobody knew it was fakeAnd say all you want about Peter, but he had to have been a cool guy if he was a part of the Marauders. So of course, people were heartbroken about him too.

Peter Pettigrew dead? The boy who kindly shared food stolen from the kitchens with students who skipped meals to study, Peter? Legendary Marauder, Peter?

It hurts me to even imagine what went through people’s minds when they found out Sirius allegedly led James and Lily to their deaths

Sirius Black, the cause of his best friend’s murder? Prankster extraordinaire, Sirius? Loyal to all of his close friends, Sirius? Protective over students who were bullied and/or had broken homes, Sirius?

The students were probably just as shocked as the professors were. Even though it was a day for celebration, students and professors, who truly knew the Marauders, felt deceived and lied to because after everything each Marauder had been through, none of them had deserved this fate.

Sirius Black Imagine: “Bets”

Can you a SiriusXreader imagine, where the y/n is the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain so James and her has this kind of friendly rivalry going on. Sirius has a crush on y/n because she’s very fierce, funny and flirty and they start dating in the end?

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Notes: hufflepuff quidditch captain reader

“We are winning this match, Potter. Gryffindor doesn’t stand a chance. Stop fantasizing,” you bragged.

James pretended to be hurt by your comment and answered in a dramatic way, “I am so sorry you believe that, [y/l/n]. You’re gonna be soooo disappointed when you realize how wrong you are.”

You raised an eyebrow and challenged, “Wanna bet, Potter?”

Your hands were placed on your hips and your [y/e/c] eyes held a mischievous twinkle. By his expression, you could easily tell that he was taken aback. However, his shocked face soon turned into a cheeky one. Nothing in the world could erase the sly grin his lips had formed.

“You know what? Let’s do this.”

“Excellent. If Hufflepuff wins, you are going to leave my friend Lily alone. She doesn’t fancy you, for Merlin’s sake!”

He couldn’t help but sneer at that. “You are horrible at this, [y/l/n]. Even if I leave Lily alone, she will come to me. You are right. She doesn’t fancy me; she loves me, although she still is too damn proud to admit it.”

You rolled your eyes at his arrogant behavior and controlled the urge to face-palm.

“Whatever you say, Potter… What happens if Gryffindor wins?”

His smirk enlarged. “Why? This is the best part. If Gryffindor wins, you will go on a blind date.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Blind date? That’s all you got? Fine. Be prepared to lose, Potter.”

“Likewise, [y/l/n].”

You were cursing inside. The seeker of your team had been ill this week and she hadn’t been at her best during the match. Hence, Gryffindor had won. Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to make a bet with that conceited brat in the first place? Anyway, there was nothing you could do now. Potter had teased you to no end and told you that you should be in the Three Broomsticks for lunch for the blind date. A blind date. You had thought that it couldn’t be that bad, but who would come? Would you know him? Would he be a complete stranger? All you knew is that whoever he was, he was late. You had been waiting and looking at the menu for so long you had memorized it. What if it had been a trap? What if Potter just wanted to make fun of you? It wasn’t normal to wait for more than thirty minutes, was it? You were about to leave and save the little dignity you still carried with you when a voice stopped you.

“Really, [y/l/n], I thought that hufflepuffs kept their promises. You lost the wager, remember?”

You reprimanded the need to groan.

“Well, Black. I have been waiting for my date for more than half an hour. I am tired. Tell your friend Potter that it wasn’t funny to make me wait for a ghost.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow and joshed, “Well, gee, [y/l/n]. Last time I checked I wasn’t a ghost. I am alive, thank you very much.”

Your eyes widened as your cheeks heated up. “Pardon me?”

There was a smug look on his face as he replied in an amused tone, “I am your date, [y/l/n].”

Now you felt butterflies in your tummy. Just what you needed. You opened your mouth, desperately trying to articulate a sentence, but it was worthless.

“Shall we take a seat?” he inquired barely hiding his amusement.

You could only nod. Once you sat down and ordered your meals, you couldn’t help but wonder, “Why were you late?”

The animagus blushed deeply and confessed, “Remus was sick and I stayed with him in the infirmary. I didn’t realize the time until it was too late. I am sorry, [y/l/n], I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

You smiled softly at that. Everybody believed that Sirius was an egotistical boy, but the way he cared for his friends told you otherwise.

“Don’t apologize, Black. You were looking for your friend.”



“You are my date. You can call me by my first name.”

You smirked and replied, “Call me [y/f/n], then.”

The grin that he offered you made you melt, even though you wouldn’t admit it.

You and Sirius were walking back to Hogwarts. The chilly wind from December made you shudder. The boy must have noticed it, since he put his jacket over your shoulders.

“There, [y/n]. You don’t have to act strong all the time and pretend you aren’t cold.”

“I’m not cold,” you countered back, but your fingers grasped the material tightly around you as a freezing gale blew.

He looked at you with an arched eyebrow, clearly not believing a word you said. Trying to dissimulate, you kept clumping, leaving footsteps on the snow. His hand snaked around your waist and for a moment, you couldn’t feel warmer, despite the icy weather.

“You liked the date, didn’t you?”

“What makes you say so?” you teased, playing hard to get. 

“I am a Black. Everybody loves me.”

“You are so full of yourself,” you said shaking your head.

“I wanna make a bet…”

You had the impulse to refute, but then you remembered than even when you lost the last wager, you had ended up winning. The date had been great, even though you wouldn’t confess it.

“A bet about what?”

“I can beat you in a snowball fight.”

You burst out laughing. Really? Now he wanted to behave like a six-year-old?

“You better laugh now, [y/n]. I will win.”

“Just you wait, Sirius,” you retorted. “If you lose, you’ll have to stay silent for a week.”

His eyes widened. “What?! How do you expect me to do that?”

“What’s wrong, Sirius? Are you afraid? Maybe the sorting hat was wrong…” you joshed with a mischievous smile. He was a boastful and talkative person, it would be fun to see him struggling.

He narrowed his eyes. “Fine. If you lose, you’ll let me kiss you.”

Your heart stopped beating. Damn this boy. Why did he have this effect on you? Now you couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to taste his perfect lips, to cup his face as his hands settled on your waist. All of sudden, you wanted to lose the bet.


And so the battle began. He was playing hard, and there was a part of you that didn’t want to surrender so easily, no matter how much you wanted that kiss. You flung snowballs at each other for a few minutes, filling the wintry landscape with gurgles of laughter and squeals. Your bodies were covered in slush, but you didn’t even feel it. You hunkered down to scoop up another handful of snow, when you were pushed on the white blanket under your feet. Sirius was on top of you, his hands on each side of your head. His nose was red from the freezing breeze, and you found yourself thinking that he had never looked so handsome. You lifted your fingers until they touched his rosy cheek. He shivered at the touch, even though you weren’t sure if it was for the cold of your hand or for something else. He bent his head down to the point that your noses were brushing. His breath was hot and it mingled with your own. Before your brain could process what was happening, his lips landed on yours, firmly. He was in no rush, and neither were you. For a moment, the world disappeared. Only Sirius existed. The kiss ended sooner than you would have liked. There was a goofy grin plastered on his features which made you simper. You waited for him to say something, for you were still assimilating that this was real.

“I won,” was all he said.

You rolled your eyes at this and he chuckled. “[Y/n], don’t make me bet again so that I can finally become your boyfriend. I’m tired of pretending.”

You smiled softly, your heart was fluttering. You batted your eyelashes, feeling flirty, and teased, “Well, I’ve discovered that I quite like bets, even if I keep losing them… I don’t know. Maybe we should really make another and-“

His lips were on yours before you could finish the sentence. You couldn’t help but feel thankful for losing that Hufflepuff vs Gryffindor match.

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percy weasley and oliver wood were in the same year and house at hogwarts, i don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realise this but

  • oh god they would be so annoying to live with
  • both total perfectionists but about different things
  • percy getting annoyed at oliver for revising his quidditch strategy when they had a test tomorrow
  • percy acting smug because he’s head boy, oliver firmly believing that being quidditch captain is much more important
  • oliver happily aiding the twins in their pranks to get his own back at percy for not appreciating how important it is that he wins the cup
  • their dorm mates getting totally fed up of the two of them stressing tirelessly
  • ‘oh my god we have an exam in three weeks i need to revise’ ‘oh my god i have a quidditch match soon and the team is not practicing hard enough’ 

honestly, im surprised that none of the other gryffindor boys smothered them in their sleep

“I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first.”


Okay but picture this:

The children of all of McGonagall’s former students grow up spending Saturdays with Auntie Minerva at her cottage. They learn everything from basic transfiguration spells, to self defense, to plants, to manners, and hear stories of her younger days, of their parents, of things and lives and places that never cease to amaze the children. They grow up with this beautiful woman watching them flourish, and when they receive their Hogwarts letter- Auntie Minerva is the very first person they owl.

And then they all learn more and more at school, visiting and owling Auntie Minerva whenever they get the chance. They constantly update her on their latest achievements (”Dear Auntie, James just made quidditch captain!” “Dear Auntie, Rose just had her first kiss… with SCORPIUS!” or “Dear Auntie, I didn’t fail my Potions exam! Mum won’t have to kill me just yet! Now lets tackle Arithmancy… help me, God.”)

Auntie Minerva attends every quidditch match, every recital, every performance, never missing one special moment in her surrogate-grandchildrens’ lives. They have been family to her since the moment they were born, and just as her face was present at every baptism, it is now a comfort for each child at their graduation.

Auntie Minerva no longer just smiles- she glows with pride.

Then the first wedding comes- and oh, does she sob as the first of her little babies walks down the aisle. The ceremony is beautiful, but all Auntie Minerva can see is the pure happiness in the bride and groom’s eyes. She gives a toast at each and every wedding that brings everyone to tears and laughter. but the true story is in her eyes. She loves these children- yes, she will always see them as such- more than anything in the world.

The children all settle down with jobs that they have all consulted Auntie Minerva about- some as aurors, department of mysteries workers, professors- hell, Lily Potter even became the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts because of her. The point is, the children have not forgotten her. They never will.

The children soon have children of their own, beautiful babies that Auntie Minerva falls in love with. The eyes so like their parents, smiles so like her grandchildrens’. Auntie Minerva remembers the children at this age, and oh, does it bring back memories.

The children still visit her every Saturday, and the family has only grown.

Auntie Minerva is older now though, and she aches. She knows her time is coming, but she holds on long enough for one last Saturday.

Auntie Minerva is found dead Sunday morning, her thin lips stretched into that same affectionate smile that the children remember so fondly. It is strange to see her in such a state, the lively and beautiful woman lying there so peacefully.

Unnatural, almost.

The sobs wrack the bodies- older ones, but still the same- of the children she had cared for. They are unable to process the loss that hits not just too close to home- it destroys the entire foundation.

The ministry and their respective employers gives them each three weeks off of work, but it is not enough. 

The funeral is beautiful, held at Hogwarts. Not a soul remembers it though. They were all too stunned by the body of the woman they had lost. Auntie Minerva is dead, and there’s no spell to fix this. 

The children raise their children on tales Auntie Minerva had told them, and teach them everything the woman had taught them. Yes, she is gone. But her legacy will never die.

And much like the wizarding world will forever remember the name of the boy who lived, they will never be able to erase from their hearts the name of the woman who endured. Who taught. Who loved. Who cared.

Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy name their last girl Minerva, and the world ends all over again when they discover in her fifth year that her patronus and animagus are a lovely little tabby cat- spectacles and all.

And so the legacy continues on.

  • harry potter: aka the boy who lived, the chosen one, master of death, undesirable no. 1, triwizard champion, gryffindor seeker, quidditch captain
  • newt scamander: aka magizoologist, mr. english guy, guy with a suitcase full of monsters, mother of nifflers, mother of occamies, mother of bowtruckles, mother of thunderbirds, mother of swooping evils, mother of erumpents, mother of demiguises, mother of mooncalves, mother of graphorns, mother of nundus, mother of

“You could say I got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first.” (x)


I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first.

Johnny - Gryffindor

Johnny is the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and one of the chasers. A natural leader, nobody expected less. He’s a popular guy in Hogwarts, everyone seems to like him, and he doesn’t hide how much he likes the attention he gets. When he’s not training quidditch or ordering people around, he’s drinking some butterbeer with his equally popular and housemate friend, Ten.

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*I made the moodboard and the text, but I do not own any of these pictures. Credits for the Johnny picture goes to the fansite unphysical.

Jily Challenge: January


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hogwarts locations + the quidditch pitch

AN: It’s a bit long, and I wanted to get it posted so I didn’t do too much editing. enjoy!

If there were ever a place James Potter would consider himself to be at peace, it would be here. Alone at midnight, bathed in the light of a thankfully waning moon, laying in the carefully kept grass of Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. Sure, it was a bit cold with the Scottish wind whistling around him as he wasn’t exactly dressed in his warmest clothes. The scarlet button-up he wore was thin, even with his thick woolen vest pulled over it. In his haste to flee the castle, the only cloak he thought to grab was great for subtly, not warmth. Even so, here, at night, with no crowd in the stands, no broom in his hands he took solace in the fact he was no one to the abandoned arena. He was not Number 07 Potter, Quidditch Captain, nor James Potter, Gryffindor and Head Boy, nor Jamie Fleamont Potter, sole son of the renowned potioneer and his loving wife. With no one around and only his thoughts, he could step away from his responsibilities for a moment. After all, the towering hoops gave no thought towards the sneered Potter, blood traitor and enemies of Slytherins and Death Eaters alike. The firm ground didn’t protest to bearing the weight of the well-worn Mr. Potter, who at age 17 had already been called to fight in a war he was all too aware of. He was too hidden from the thick cover of the forest to be Prongs, marauder, brother, and protector of his own as they struggled with their fear, their anger, and in Remus’ case, their curse. Yes, James Potter was nearly at peace, left with only one identity, one that these days seemed impossible to shake. Even here, he could not cease to be James Potter, the boy madly in love with Lily Evans.

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here are some of my thoughts on hogwarts + voltron


Gryffindor - I want to be / red lion description - Keith, Shiro (captain of quidditch team)

Slytherin - I will be / ambition, resourcefulness - Lance, Allura (captain of quidditch team)

Ravenclaw - I could be / green lion description - Pidge (although she has strong slytherin traits!)

Hufflepuff - I try to be / loyalty - Hunk

blood status

Pure - Pidge (father tortured to insanity by Voldemort), Keith (rogue death eater parents killed by Voldemort), Shiro (parents fled from Voldemort, lost his arm because of it, victim of cruciatus curse), Allura (father key figure in the resistance)

Half - Hunk (father’s side magical, and he and Lance bond over this)

Muggleborn - Lance (bringing Keith home for the holidays is hilarious)


Keith: blackbird (not good at expressing yourself, draw in the wrong types because of their “mysterious” nature, but once they find someone they truly care about, they’re open and extremely accepting)

Lance: bluejay (intelligent, but sassy birds, faithful, determined, talkative and assertive)

also, patronuses of the same type (i.e. James and Lily’s deers) signifies a deep, emotional connection

Pidge: dragon (strong passion and ambition, filled with a fury like none other, impulsive, but with good instincts, reasoning, and reaction, and therefore, they don’t find themselves regretting their choices very often, encase emotions within themselves, making them blunt)

also, tiny person + big ass dragon = funny

Hunk: st. bernard dog (loyal, protective, kind and a gentle giant)

also, I love dogs

Shiro: porcupine (companionship, trust, protective and defensive)

also, big person + tiny lil’ porcupine  = funny

Allura: red squirrel (organised, thrifty, cunning, and prepared for anything)

also, Allura’s like a squirrel, since she’s cute and fluffy but she can fuck you up

future occupations

Keith: auror, though after being bit by a werewolf he works at Shiro’s wand shop

Lance: curse breaker (a.k.a. magical archaeologist), and retires in his mid thirties, after which he begins working as a spell inventor at the ministry

Pidge: dragonologist

Hunk: herbology professor

Shiro: auror, after which he settles and becomes a wandmaker and leads a simple, stress free life with his pet dogs

Allura: DADA professor (just like her father)

more hogwarts stuff
  • Unregistered animagus cat Eric Bittle prowling around Hogwarts in tiny fluffy cat form after dinner when he has nothing better to do 
  • closet cat-lover Jack Zimmermann finding him 
  • Jack: [soft gasp] 
  • Bits vaguely recognizing him as a Quidditch captain (which house? who knows) and padding over to see if he can get some ear-scratches
  • He gets the ear-scratches
  • From then on, Bits finds Jack once in a while (in the library! in the dorms! in the hallways!) and gets the love and attention that small cats deserve 
    • Jack finds petting cats very therapeutic and calming. Win-win
    • The small fluffy sunshine cat is very friendly in particular
  • Jack feels a little bad for essentially kidnapping what he thinks is someone else’s pet cat for hours every week but the cat seems chill with it so he figures it’s fine 
  • Shitty: whoa i didn’t know you had a cat
    Jack: neither did i 
  • Bits grows to really like Jack!! Too bad he’s a cat and Jack would probably freak out if he suddenly wasn’t a cat 
  • Jack really likes his unofficial cat but he’s also had his eye on this tiny blond seeker for a while now (from which house? who knows) 
  • EVENTUAL REVEAL of cat-seeker double identity
    • Defensive reasoning for why he’s animagus in the first place (everything is easier as a cat. no cat bullies)

But also: 

  • Bits the small cat loaf 
    • Jack scooping him up so they can go to a better environment for cats and people 
  • Bits the small cat napping in the sun 
    • Jack sitting beside the puddle of sunlight to study while small cat does not study and sleeps instead 

anonymous asked:

Is there any possible way you could write a fic about Oliver. But like containing the phrase 'mornibg wood'?? Like please, also sorry. 'IM drunk

You didn’t specify a pairing, so I hope this is okay! 

Oliver was always the first one up. He would roll out of bed still half asleep, but quidditch already on his mind as he haltingly made his way to the bathrooms used by prefects and quidditch Captains. 

Every morning for the past 3 years since he had become Captain, it had been empty and Oliver had gotten into a routine. Take his pj pants off by the baskets near the door, shuffle over to one of the multi-headed showers that lined the wall and use the water to wake himself up and this morning wasn’t any different. 

Or so he thought. 

He had already kicked his bottoms off and was almost too his normal shower stall when he heard the water from one of the other showers shut off. Blinking rapidly, trying to get his mind to focus, he looked around. It only took seconds for him to find a large, and equally naked, Marcus Flint walking out of the stall one over from him. 

Oliver’s eyes widened and so did his stance as he automatically crouched, readying himself for some sort of fight from his Quidditch rival. However, Marcus just grabbed the towel hanging hear by and began rubbing it over his hair, showing off his mouth watering biceps. 

Oliver gulped and focused back on Marcus’ smiling face. His dark eyes traveled down Oliver’s body slowly, then back up and his grin widened. 

“Morning…” his eyes jerked down then back up. “Wood.” He winked cheekily and slung the towel around his waist before walking away. 

Oliver stood up straight and watched him walk away, unsure if he should say anything, but every time he tried, the words got stuck in his throat. Just before he walked out, Marcus looked back at Oliver, still standing dumbfounded near the shower. “Catch you on the pitch.” 

  • Remus: [to Lily] This is a weird thing to say but I've always had a gay crush on my best friend
  • Sirius: [to James from behind the door] Whoa
  • James: Exactly. I didn't know that Remus had a crush on me
  • Sirius: What? Um, I'm his best friend. I'm the crush
  • James: No I am. I am the better bloke
  • [Meanwhile]
  • Lily: So who do you think will throw out the first punch
  • Remus: Definitely Sirius
  • Lily: No way, it's going to be James
  • Remus: Wanna bet?
  • Lily: Hell yeah
  • [One hour later]
  • Remus: Damn it *hands Lily a Galleon*