[RPG • 0] THE MARAUDERS • Speeltopic - Speeltopics

28 okt 2024 - 19:45 Hennessy is offline

Messrs.
Moony, Wormtail,
Padfoot & Prongs
are proud to present
the
Marauder's Map

Rollentopic • Praattopic 1 • Praattopic 2

HOGWARTS, 1976

Het tweede semester van hun vijfde schooljaar start voor de Marauders, maar niet zonder moeilijkheden. Terwijl de leerlingen van Hogwarts School of Magic hun eigen problemen, verlangens en connecties trachten te navigeren, wordt de dreiging van Voldemort's Death Eaters steeds reëler. De terreuraanvallen die plaatsvonden tijdens de Kerstvakantie wegen zwaar door op iedereen en de spanningen zijn voelbaar. De imminente oorlog sluipt steeds dichterbij, maar wat betekent dit voor de leerlingen? Is er nog plaats voor grappen in deze grimmige tijd? Bestaat er nog romantiek als iedereen kanten moet kiezen?

REGELS

✦ De taal waarin je schrijft kies je zelf - bespreek dit wel eerst met je tegenspeler - maar voor het gemak gebruiken we best allen de Engelse woorden zoals Death Eater, Hogwarts en namen van lessen (:
✦ En dan alle huisregels en zovoort, y'all know the drill: wees vriendelijk, gebruik triggerwarnings, bespreek dingen op voorhand, sluit niemand uit, yadiyadiya.
✦ Als je even niet beschikbaar bent, laat het even weten in het praattopic, dan is dat duidelijk voor iedereen. Laat je na een week niks van je horen, dan mag je tegenspeler zijn/haar/hun personage vrij schrijven. Laat je na 14 dagen niks weten, dan wordt je personage een NPC maar kan je altijd terug inspringen. Na anderhalve maand vermoordt Voldemort je personage (mopje, maar laat gewoon iets weten, oké?)
✦ Het is geen canon RPG, maar houdt wel rekening met specifieke gebeurtenissen die in de canon gebeuren. Onderaan heb ik een timeline toegevoegd met wat relevante gebeurtenissen.
✦ Er is géén minimum vereiste voor posts, maar geef je tegenspeler genoeg om op te reageren. That's the point of RPG'ing, my gals (and guys and gays).

TIMELINE

November 3rd 1959
No specific date known 1960

January 9th 1960
March 10th 1960
March 27th 1960
No specific date known 1961
February 16th 1965
1968
circa 1970

September 1st 1971
September 1st 1972
1974

Sirius Black is born.
Peter Pettigrew is born.
Lily Evans is born.
Severus Snape is born.
Remus Lupin is born.
James Potter is born.
Regulus Black is born.
Remus is bitten by Fenrir Greyback.
Pure blood riots.
Voldemort rises to power.
The Order of the Phoenix is created.
The Marauders, Lily and Severus start at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 1st year
Regulus Black starts at Hogwarts. │ Marauders 2nd year
The Marauders become Animagi.│ Marauders 4th year

circa 1975

March 1976
June 1976
1977
June 1978
1979

circa 1980
July 31st 1980
August 1980

October 24th 1981

October 31st 1981

Sirius runs away from home and is disowned. │ Marauders 4th year
The Marauders Map is created. │ Marauders 4th year
Remus becomes prefect. │ Marauders 5th year
Mulciber attacks Mary Mcdonald. │ Marauders 5th year
Sirius plays a practical joke on Severus Snape. │ Marauders 5th year
Snape's Worst Memory - James publicly humiliates him. │ Marauders 5th year
James and Lily are made Head Boy and Girl. │ Marauders 7th year
The Marauders finish Hogwarts.
Regulus Black finishes Hogwarts and attempts to back out of being
a Death Eater. He dies.
Lily Evans and James Potter get married.
Peter Pettigrew becomes a spy for Voldemort.
Harry Potter is born.
Severus Snape tells Dumbledore of the prophecy and begs Dumbledore
to keep Lily safe.
The Fidelius Charm is cast to hide the Potters, with Peter Pettigrew
acting as Secret Keeper.
The End (we don't need to go into detail)

RELEVANTE INFO

✦ Maankalender van 1976
✦ Quidditch teams

Gryffindor
Chasers
James - 5th year
Amos Diggory - 6th year
Alice Fortescue - 7th year - Team Captain

Beaters
Marlene - 5th year
Sirius - 5th year

Keeper
Frank Longbottom - 7th year

Seeker
Mary - 5th year

Slytherin
Chasers
Dorcas - ? year
Evan - 4th year
Pandora - 4th year

Beaters
Barty - 4th year
Rabastan Lestrange - 7th year - Team Captain

Keeper
Emmaline Vance - 6th year

Seeker
Regulus - 4th year

✦ Quidditch matches of the 1975-1976 school year
first Saturday of November: Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw | 200 -120
first Saturday of December: Hufflepuff vs Slytherin | 70 - 180

last Saturday of January: Gryffindor vs Slytherin
last Saturday of February: Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff
last Saturday of March: Ravenclaw vs Slytherin
last Saturday of May: Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

ROLLENxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Gryffindor
✦ Sirius Black | 16 | Year 5 | M | Caeneus
✦ James Potter | 15 | Year 5 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Remus Lupin | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr
✦ Peter Pettigrew | 15 | Year 5 | M | NPC

✦ Lily Evans | 15 | Year 5 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Marlene McKinnon | 16 | Year 5 | F | ziggystardust
✦ Mary Mcdonald | 15 | Year 5 | F | Caeneus

Slytherin
✦ Regulus Black | 14 | Year 4 | M | bluebanisters
✦ Barty Crouch Jr | 15 | Year 4 | M | ziggystardust
✦ Evan Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | M | Caeneus
✦ Severus Snape | 15 | Year 5 | NPC

✦ Pandora Rosier | 15 | Year 4 | F | bluebanisters
✦ Dorcas Meadowes | 15 | Year 5 | F | Fendyr

Ravenclaw
✦ Xenophilius Lovegood | 15 | Year 5 | M | Fendyr

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27 feb 2025 - 23:38 littledoe is offline

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Dorms • w. Evan

Evan wasn’t looking at him. That much was obvious. He was staring straight up at the canopy, his breathing uneven, the rise and fall of his chest just slightly off-rhythm.
Slowly, Barty let his fingers trace along Evan’s stomach, brushing against the hem of his shirt. He didn't need to press down to feel the way Evan tensed beneath his touch. Barty would never admit it, but he liked the way he could pull these little reactions from him, the way Evan froze. Holding his breath.
"Did I hear that right? Pandora made out with Avery at the Christmas party?"
No response.
For a moment, Barty thought Evan hadn't heard him at all. Then he saw the goosebumps prickling across his arms, the way his neck was turning red.
Then Evan finally answered. "That can't be right." He let out a shaky exhale, and then, Evan grabbed his hand. Stilled it. Laced their fingers together.
Barty almost pulled away on instinct, but he didn’t.
Instead, he glanced down at their hands, then back at Evan, who was now looking at him with an expression Barty couldn't quite place. Not upset, not happy, something sadder.
Barty didn’t like it.
Did he go to far? Did he push to far?
“Panda’s too good for him,” Evan said.
Barty hummed in response, barely paying attention to the whole Pandora-Avery thing anymore. He was too focused on the weight of Evan’s hand in his, the warmth of it. He should pull away. Should let go. But he didn’t, afraid that moving his hand now would only worsen whatever had brought up that remorseful look in Evan’s eyes.

"You wanna test out the new deck tomorrow? Maybe go to Hogsmeade?"
Evan grinned. “Obviously.” Then, after a beat, he added, "What, like a date?"
Barty didn’t answer right away.
Because, what the hell was that supposed to mean?
He studied Evan’s face, trying to read him. But if there was something to read, Evan wasn’t giving anything away. He just looked... thoughtful. Almost lost.
“Yeah, right, like those gross couples drooling all over each other at Madam Puddifoot's,” Barty tried to laugh it off. “Bunch of fucking sappy, weakminded people if you ask me. Want me to take you for a cup of tea and feed you bonbons, Rosier?” He mocked in a high pitched voice.
Like a date…
Evan was high. That much was clear. But the way he said it, so offhand, like it was nothing, made Barty blush a little.
Barty had never really considered what dating him would be like. Not seriously, anyway. He figured, if anything, Evan would eventually get bored, meet some girl who actually he liked and who could touch him without Evan turning all whatever it was he was feeling right now.
In the end, Evan would get sick of dealing with Barty’s bullshit, and move on. And it wasn’t like Barty ever thought about relationships before. He even liked the idea of a relationship to be honest, and yet..
The idea of Evan ending up with someone else?
Barty didn’t like that.

A loud bang from the common room snapped them both out of whatever strange place they had gotten into.
Probably someone breaking something. Or setting something on fire. Or both. And of course, Barty wanted in, if it had to do with breaking something or setting it on fire, he wanted in. But his hand was still resting on Evan’s stomach, heavy and feeling like a troll walking in a Chinashop.
Evan tapped his fingers against Barty’s knuckles. “I need your help.”
This was his cue. Barty pulled back his hand, he let it fall away casually, rolling onto his back and sprawling across the bed, hands tucked behind his head. His gaze flicked to the canopy. “With what?”
“The skateboard,” Evan said. ''I wanna add a new enchantment to the deck, something to make it remain airborne longer when I jump, but doesn't make it fly. Like a little slow-motion thing. Think you know how to do it?''
Barty scoffed. "Think I know how to do it?" He rolled his eyes. “Obviously.” His mind was already racing, shifting gears as easily as if he hadn't just been touching Evan like that.

“I’ll help you,” he said, exhaling. “I’ll take a look at it tomorrow. After our date.”
It didn’t really matter that he’d been drinking or smoking, when his mind started to work, it wouldn’t stop. So there came the word flood.
"You’re basically asking for a modulated Arresto Momentum, but not a full stop. Just enough to slow the descent, but only at the peak of the jump. Otherwise, you’d just be floating there like an idiot, and I’d have to come pull you off the ceiling." Barty started, words tumbling out fast. "We’d need a motion-triggered rune, something to detect when the board reaches max height. Could use a simple Laguz rune, but those can be tricky. Might accidentally trigger when you kick off too hard. No, better to bind it to momentum, not height. A speed dependent charm instead, something that registers the loss of force and kicks in right before the drop."
Barty shifted, adjusting his arms beneath his head. "We could also modify Raido, but that’s tricky too. If we miscalculate, you’ll either go weightless for too long or barely get a second of effect. Arresto Momentum is easier to regulate. We just have to bind it to a timing spell, so it only activates for a fraction of a second, long enough to stretch the air-time, short enough that you’re not floating,."
He tilted his head to glance at Evan. "You still following, or did I lose you at ‘modulated’?" He smirked. He was fully in his element now, running through the possible enchantments, already mentally testing them out.
And maybe, just maybe, it was easier to talk like this, fast, focused, tangled in theory, than to sit there and process the way his fingers had just been laced with Evan’s a moment ago and how he could still feel Evan's lips on his.

We'll pick lilacs and daisies and weave them through our hair

28 feb 2025 - 14:21 Hennessy is offline

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evan rosier.
year 4 ★ slytherin dormitories ★ barty

''Yeah, right, like those gross couples drooling all over each other at Madam Puddifoot's,'' Barty laughed and Evan joined him. Madam Puddifoot's was famous as a first date spot, so naturally Evan had never been inside. He had thought of taking Pandora sometime, as she might enjoy the scenery and menu the teaplace had to offer. ''Bunch of fucking sappy, weakminded people if you ask me. Want me to take you for a cup of tea and feed you bonbons, Rosier?''
Evan laughed and nudged Bartys side with his elbow. ''Alright alright, shut up. Although a bonbon does sound very nice right now.'' The hand that was on his stomach, the one that was holding Barty's, moved up and down and Evan could almost hear his stomach growl - weed always made him hungry. He pulled out his wand and whispered the accio spell, thinking of the snacks that might still be under his bed, but nothing happened so he assumed there were none left. Disappointed, he dropped his wand on the bed, but it bounced off and fell on the floor instead.

And then Barty's hand slipped out of his own. He squeezed his palm into a little ball, only now noticing how sweaty it must've been. Why Barty had pulled away, he didn't know why, but he was sorry it happened. Trying to be subtle, Evan rubbed the sweaty palm on his pants.
''I’ll help you. I’ll take a look at it tomorrow. After our date,'' Barty said and Evan laughed again. Date or no date, he was glad they were back to familiar bantering. And then Barty went off on some theoretical monologue about modifications, runes and calculations and almost as soon as he started, Evan was lost. His brain kind of zoned out the way it often did during classes too - he couldn't really control it. Too much information just shut him off entirely. He did try to focus, he really did, looking at Barty's mouth again, trying to lipread as the words came out of his mouth. It was almost like everything was lagging and the sound and movements didn't add up, so Evan really was just blatantly dead staring Barty's mouth. The thought of shutting him up by kissing him again creeped into his mind, but he switched it off quickly.
''You still following, or did I lose you at ‘modulated’?" Barty turned to face Evan again, who in turn looked back up at the ceiling. This time he was embarrassed, more so that he was caught staring, than the act itself. What the hell had gotten into him? Why couldn't he just enjoy spitting ideas with his friend?
''Yep,'' Evan answered, popping the 'p' like Barty often did and smirked. ''Hey, as long as you understand, we're cool.'' He smiled again. It really was impressive the way Barty played with magic spells and charms. Evan would never say it out loud but he was very proud of his friend for being such a good academic, even though he himself had no ambition for it. And the way Barty could monologue about his interests and inventions... it was almost endearing to Evan. ''Just don't let me fall.''
When Evans stomach growled again, he got up from the bed. ''I'm hungry, let's have the elves make us something to eat.'' He picked up the bottle of firewhiskey and stuffed it into the pockets of his sweatshirt. In a few steps, he'd crossed the dormitory and reached for the doorhandle. ''You coming or what?'' Evan turned back to look at Barty, still on the bed. His shirt had ridden up a little and exposed a small strip of skin - making Evan stare at it again. He opened the door and left without waiting for a reply. Merlin's beard, Rosier, get a fucking grip.

kindness is never a burden.

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Dorcas Meadowes
Slytherin ✯ 15 ✯ Year 5 ✯ Prefect & Chaser ✯ Slytherin Common Room w/ Marlene

Dorcas had the idea she was getting somewhere with Marlene - guessing her drink of choice right and entertaining her with some astrology knowledge. At least the blonde girl didn't look like she'd rather die than be there with Dorcas anymore, and the latter took that as a big step in the right direction. The mention of Regulus Black did seem to struck some kind of nerve and even though Dorcas was very curious as to what that might've implied, she let it rest, deciding to focus on the assignment instead.

"Yeah, you’re doing alright." Dorcas watched as Marlene's face turned a bright red and the other girl sipped from her beer, seemingly wanting to hide behind the pint. And it confused Dorcas, because all she had asked was whether she was playing Marlene's game right. Why that would embarrass Marlene, Dorcas didn't know. But she had no chance to question it, because Marlene shared a piece of Muggle information about the Lion's Mane with Dorcas, who quickly picked up the pen again and scribbled it all down. The parchment lay neatly on the table, with the pen resting in a straight line next to the paper, and the glass of wine placed perpendicular to the other objects. That's how Dorcas liked it, when doing school work. Neat. Of course, the glass of wine was extra.
''Maybe the founders of Hogwarts believed in a little Muggle astrology too," Marlene grinned and Dorcas smiled too.
''Oh, yes, excellent, so that's something both have in common then. We can make that a separate section.'' She quickly drew a raster on the parchment, with the words Muggle and Magic on top, and Both underneath it.
"And, since I linked the constellation to Muggle astrology, I get to assign a drink… Hmm. I assign a shot of Firewhiskey to… you,'' Marlene announced after a beat. Dorcas couldn't say she was surprised. This whole game had sounded like a set-up to get Dorcas drunk from the get-go. Was that to be Marlene's part in the Gryffindor prank then? To distract the prefect by getting her drunk? Or had they an even more embarrassing event planned for her?
Dorcas tapped her nails on the table as she studied Marlene's face, looking for any signs that she was playing a dirty game.
She didn't have time to finish her assessment, as Marlene at that moment asked: ''Do you even know anything about Muggle astrology, or will you be absolutely hammered by the time we've finished the assignment?"
Dorcas took a moment to think about it. She didn't know an awful lot about Muggle astrology, other than the fact they believed in star signs and that your star sign influenced your personality. Dorcas thought it was more the other way around, the same way choosing Houses worked here at Hogwarts. She didn't believe people were born with their House. Anyone could become a Gryffindor, or decide to be a Ravenclaw, or work hard to be a Hufflepuff. Obviously, you have to share some characteristics associated with the House to join it, yet you weren't born with those characteristics. So really, the short answer was no, she didn't know anything about Muggle astrology, but the longer answer that she doesn't know a lot because she just simply doesn't agree.
Dorcas didn't share any of this with Marlene. Instead she picked up a shot of firewhiskey from a floating platter passing them by, and clinked the small shot glass against Marlene's pint. She threw the shot back and pulled a sour face. Strong alcohol was not her favorite at all.
''I don't think my answer matters,'' Dorcas laughed. She picked up her glass of wine to wash the burning liquor away. ''You're clearly planning on getting me drunk anyway. I will warn you, though, I am an absolute lightweight.'' She could already feel the effects slight inebriation had on her, as she leaned forward on the table. Dorcas winked at Marlene, suddenly thinking about a playful joke: ''But you know that already.'' There had been that one night, one drink too many, one kiss shared and never spoken of again. Dorcas wondered if Marlene even remembered. ''If you wanted to kiss me again, you could've just asked, Marlene.''

kindness is never a burden.

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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱

𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨

_{_{ARCTURUS

REGULUS}}

slytherin • 14 • pureblood • fourth year • seeker • with potter • corridor to slytherin boys dorms

James Potter was too bloody handsome. It made him all the more annoying. Someone so frustrating should not look like that. Regulus stepped closer. The Gryffindor smelled like broomstick polish – of course he did – and eucalyptus.
“Yeah, yeah, your time is oh so precious,” James mocked him.
“If you require my help, you should not talk to me like that,” Regulus replied flatly. Potter had no manners at all.
“Here’s the truth then: Dorcas got fed up with me talking too loudly in the library while helping me out, so she's out of the question.” Potter did that annoying thing with his hair again. Regulus resisted the urge to smack his hand. “And Lily? She’s not mine. Don’t let her hear you say something like that, or I swear she’ll come after you. Anyway, she’s not interested in Quidditch. She’s terrified of heights.” James crossed his arms, his muscles straining. Regulus refused to look at it. “So, you see, I actually need someone who knows enough about Quidditch to help me out. Someone who can actually fly and test the damn thing, since that’s the only way it’ll work.” He now was the one that stepped forward, coming into Regulus’ space. It was unnerving. Regulus didn’t mind being close to people, but only when it was his choice and on his initiative. “So, maybe I am desperate, Regulus. But instead of standing there with your arms crossed, all defensive and talking about wasting time, how about you just stop being an uptight prick and tell me if you’ll help or not? And if not for extra credit, what is it you do want in return?"
Regulus kept on staring at James, as if he were a puzzle to figure out. A stalemate in a game of chess. If it was about experimenting, why not ask Sirius? His brother was an idiot, but an intelligent idiotic. Grades were never something Walburga gave him lectures for. So why was it that James did not ask Sirius to help him out, especially with Quidditch involved? It was that one little thing that made Regulus cave on the inside. It was the first that someone close to Sirius, needed him. Not his brother, but him. Someone who chose him. His heart clenched.
“Let me get one thing clear. You are experimenting with a potion. One that is correlated to Quidditch and requires the drinker to fly hundreds of feet into the air.” He chewed his bottom lip, pretending he was still contemplating. “Is this your secret way of eliminating me before our match, so Gryffindor has a chance to win?” Regulus shook his head. “I’ll only help you if we test out this potion of yours on you. I am not taking anything that is not properly working yet. You don’t have anything that I desire, I shall think about it. On one condition: I do not want any involved from Sirius in any kind of way or him to have any knowledge about this.” He eyed the shot that James was still holding. “And you will take that right now, before I call Pandora over and let her kick you out.”

baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone

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_{_REMUS}
𝓁𝓊𝓅𝒾𝓃

gryffindor • 15 • halfblood • werewolf • fifth year • prefect • with sirius • slytherincommon room

An enchanting love-duet. Surely, the universe was just mocking him. As if singing in front of a crowd of murderous Slytherins wasn’t bad enough, Sirius wanted to sing a love-duet. Sirius, who pouted at him. “I can't believe you would leave me to fend for myself here, Moony,” he complained dramatically. “I'm afraid without James or Peter here I simply can't take no for an answer, now.”
“Why aren’t James and Marlene here?” Remus muttered, more to himself than to Sirius. “They were the ones that wanted to start a band.” He was more fit to arrange everything behind the scenes, be the tour manager or some shit, than to take the spotlights.
Sirius grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. Something he did a lot lately. Did he even realize how much it stress caused him? His mind went into overdrive, praying that his hand wasn’t overly sweaty.
“Are we thinking Queen or ABBA?” Some shots floated by and Sirius grabbed some. There went Remus’ party resolution of just taking one shot, straight out the window. “Dancing Queen or Bo Rap?”
“I hate you for this.” Remus glared at Sirius. “Fine, we will go with Bo Rap. Suits your dramatics better.” He sighed, rolling his eyes fondly as he lifted the shots to his lips. His throat burned as he took out his wand, lifting it to his mouth. “Bohemian Rapsody, Queen.” He gestured to Sirius to start.

A strange warmth bloomed in his chest, curling up his throat, as his turn came up. "MAMAAAAAAAAA!!" The first note burst out of him with a force he hadn’t been prepared for. His voice wasn’t nervous or hesitant as he expected, but boomed through the room. As if he were taken over by the ghost of an opera singer. The two girls who sang before them stared at Remus, mouths dropped comically. His eyes widened in horror. His voice filled the Slytherin common room with a theatrical intensity that could sell out a West End production. “JUST KILLED A MAN…” Remus grabbed his throat, trying to stop, but the potion had other plans. His body betrayed him, launching into the next line as if he were performing for the bloody Queen of England herself. “PUT A GUN AGAINST HIS HEAD, PULLED MY TRIGGER NOW HE’S DEAD.” The crystal ball shook and the chandelier in the middle of the room rattled. Several balloons popped, showering students with embers.
Remus looked at Sirius, eyes pleading. His body was not yet done betraying him. He grabbed Sirius dramatically by the front of his shirt, yanking him closer as he sang into his face: “MAMA! LIFE HAD JUST BEGUN!”

baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone

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Xenophilius Lovegood

Ravenclaw • 15 • Fifth Year • Slytherin Common Room • With Pandora and Noodles

"Do you know what I mean?"
For a moment, there was silence. It was just long enough for him to wonder if he had misjudged her. And then, Pandora gasped, her eyes widening and she grabbed his hand.
"Oh! So it would be a fake date? To make someone jealous?" She was all excitement and smiles, shaking his arm. "That is a brilliant idea."
“Is it?” He wondered in a soft, dreamy voice.
Xeno barely had time to process his own thoughts before Pandora was already dragging him toward a quieter corner of the room. Noodles, still draped over her shoulder, flicked his tongue, but Xeno didn’t speak any parsletongue so he had no idea how to interpret the snake.
Standing together, in a quiet corner of the Common Room, Pandora tightened her grip on Xeno’s hand, leaning in conspiracy way . “If we really want to sell it, we should add a little exclusivity. Like, if someone tries to interrupt us, I’ll just pull you closer and act like we were in the middle of something so so fascinating and so private that they’ll immediately feel like they’re intruding.” She let go of him then, clapping her hands together. "Is this a one-time fake date thing, or a multiple-time fake date thing?"
Xeno blinked at her.
It was funny, really. He had expected hesitation, maybe even skepticism. Instead, Pandora had taken his idea and sprinted with it. The way her mind was already coming up with a strategy before they decided where to go on this fake date, made him all the more excited for this plan. There was something strangely reassuring about being pulled into Pandora’s gravity.
Even if it was all pretend.
Xeno considered her question, while studying her sparkling eyes. Did she always come up with such good ideas?
"Well," he started, "I was originally thinking it should be a one-time thing. That would be less complicated." He paused, frowning slightly. "But… now that I think about it, a single date might not be convincing enough. If we only do this once, it might come across like I’m not a fun person to go on a date with, and that would ruin the whole purpose."
"So," he continued, sipping on the drink Pandora gave him, "we should probably go with the multiple-dates plan."
"I was actually thinking of going to this little magical petting zoo just outside of Hogsmeade."
"It’s technically not allowed for students to go there," he admitted, letting Noodles sniff his drink, but he seemed not that interested. "Since it’s outside of Hogsmeade limits. But I wanted to go anyway, and I figured… if we’re going to fake date, we might as well do something interesting, because you know, I want to prove I am fun to date." He shrugged. "Would that be something you’d agree to?"

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Barty Crouch Jr.
15 • Gryffindor • Year 4 • @ Dorms • w. Evan

"I’ll help you. I’ll take a look at it tomorrow. After our date." Barty mocked again.
Evan laughed at that, like it was just another joke, like they were just bantering again. And maybe that was for the best. Barty liked things better when they were familiar, when he could talk his way out of whatever weird feeling was creeping up his throat.
So he ran with it.
Words flooded out of him, fast and technical, all enchantments, runes, and calculations that felt like second nature. His brain worked faster than his mouth, but he didn’t care if Evan could keep up or not. This was what he did best and what made him feel good.
It wasn’t until he glanced at Evan again that he noticed it, Evan wasn’t paying attention. Not really. He had the same distant look in his eyes that he sometimes got in Professor Binns' class.
Barty always tried his best to keep Evan awake during History of Magic, passing him notes with mocking drawings of whatever historical event was being discussed, thinking maybe that would be the way Evan would remember history. As a result, Barty now had a full collection of cartoonish sketches of warring trolls.
"You still following, or did I lose you at ‘modulated’?"
Evan blinked, then quickly looked up at the ceiling, his expression shifting into something almost embarrassed. And that… that was interesting.
"Yep," Evan popped the ‘p’ the way Barty always did, smirking now, like he was in control of the situation. "Hey, as long as you understand, we’re cool."
Now why the hell would he say that?! Barty just stared at him, confused. Was this about the hand thing? Sure, maybe he pushed it, but it hadn’t been that bad right? Not knowing what Evan meant gnawed at him.
"Just don’t let me fall," Evan added.
Barty scoffed. "Please, Rosier, do you have any idea who you’re talking to? If you fall, it’s only because you weren’t listening to me."
Evan sat up. "I’m hungry. Let’s have the elves make us something to eat."
Barty hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t move right away, watching as Evan grabbed the half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey and stuffed it into the pocket of his sweatshirt.
Within a few steps, Evan was at the door, his fingers closing around the handle before he glanced back. "You coming or what?"
Barty was still sprawled across the bed, hands tucked behind his head. His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin just above the waistband of his pants.
Evan was looking at it.
Barty didn’t miss it this time.
But before he could say anything, before he could tease, push, test, Evan left.

Barty stayed there for a moment, exhaling slowly, staring at the ceiling.
What the fuck was going on?
He stretched as he rolled off the bed, arms above his head like he was waking up from a long nap. He ran a hand over his his shaved scalp before lazily strolling after Evan, catching up in the hallway. Without hesitation, he threw an arm over Evan’s shoulder, pulling him in as if they’d been walking like this the whole time.
"So," Barty said, "What are we having? Because if it were up to me, we’d be getting Winky’s brownies. I always miss her food when we’re high. Her brownies are the best, like, she must put actual magic in them." He sighed dramatically. “Should ask her one time how she does that. Get the recipe for the elves here, you know.”
Before they could turn the corner, though, Barty tugged on Evan’s sleeve, stopping him mid step. "Ev," he said, voice quieter now. "What did you mean back there, ‘as long as you understand, we’re cool’?" His brows furrowed slightly. "Why wouldn’t we be cool?"
Then a voice cut through the corridors.
"I’ll only help you if we test out this potion of yours on you."
Barty stilled, his grip on Evan’s sleeve loosening. He knew that voice. What had Regulus gotten himself into this time?
"I am not taking anything that is not properly working yet," Regulus continued coolly. "You don’t have anything that I desire, I shall think about it. On one condition: I do not want any involved from Sirius in any kind of way or him to have any knowledge about this."
Barty shot Evan a questioning look.
"And you will take that right now, before I call Pandora over and let her kick you out."
Barty didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his hand still loosely resting on Evan’s sleeve, eyes flicking between the two corridors ahead of them. The distant murmur of Regulus’ voice coming from around the corner on the left. But on the right, there was the other way, a corridor that would lead them out of the common room without having to see anyone. It was their usual short-cut to the kitchens on nights like this.
Barty didn’t push. Didn’t ask again. He just waited, hoping Evan would answer his question. Hoping he’d choose to leave the common room, just the two of them. Because Barty just needed a little longer, just a little more of Evan, to make him feel right again. They were in this weird mindspace, and Barty couldn’t let it linger.

~~I'm making up hallways for the dramatic effect okay, just let me bye~~

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Marlene McKinnon
16 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Dorcas

''I don't think my answer matters,'' Dorcas laughed. She picked up her glass of wine to wash the burning liquor away. ''You're clearly planning on getting me drunk anyway. I will warn you, though, I am an absolute lightweight.''
Marlene watched Dorcas pause. There was always something fascinating about watching Dorcas think, like she was piecing together a puzzle only she could see. She did it in class too, though Marlene didn’t know if anybody else had noticed that about Dorcas too.
But apparently, the puzzle was solved. Or abandoned Because Dorcas reached out and picked up a shot of firewhiskey from a passing platter. Without hesitation, she tipped it back and pulled a sour face afterwards. Which made Marlene smile, her nose wrinkling and desperately trying to push the smile away.
''I don't think my answer matters,'' Dorcas laughed. She picked up her glass of wine to wash the burning liquor away. ''You're clearly planning on getting me drunk anyway. I will warn you, though, I am an absolute lightweight.''
Marlene tapped her fingers against her beer and her feet on the ground.
“But you know that already.” Dorcas continued. ''If you wanted to kiss me again, you could've just asked, Marlene.''

Marlene shot up from her chair so fast that it scraped loudly against the floor. The movement startled even herself, but her panic drowned out any embarrassment.
Was that what Dorcas thought? That Marlene had been getting her drunk just to… to kiss her again? The thought made her stomach churn.
“No.” She said. “No, that’s not—” She cut herself off, shaking her head.
She had to get out of here.
The kiss had been a mistake. Talking to Dorcas alone was a mistake.
“We probably shouldn’t work together as partners anymore.”
Marlene took a step back, then another, the warmth of the room suddenly suffocating. “I just—” She tried. “This was a bad idea.”
And then she turned and walked away, too fast, too desperate.
She should have never come here alone with the Marauders. It was stupid.
James was nowhere to be found. Peter had disappeared too. And Lily and Mary, Lily and Mary would never have let her be so stupid. She missed them. She should’ve gone with them, building a snowman or drinking tea. None of those activities would leave her feeling so stupid and small like she did now.
Marlene shoved her hands into the sleeves of her jumper, fidgeting with the fabric, barely paying attention to where she was going.
“MAMA! LIFE HAD JUST BEGUN!”
She found Sirius and Remus, dramatically serenading Bohemian Rhapsody.
“But now I've gone and thrown it all away”

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SIRIUS BLACK

16 ♦ Year 5 ♦ Slytherin Common Room ♦ With Remus

Sirius Black was painfully aware he was in love with Remus Lupin. He was also painfully aware Remus did not feel the same. A fact often demonstrated by the hoards of young girls swarming Remus in the library, which often turned his cheeks bright red and made him leave the library promptly. Whereas Sirius still enjoyed some female attention for pure entertainment, Remus' introverted personality seemed to get in the way of him enjoying it to the fullest. Yet Sirius also caught Remus looking at him shyly when one of the girls would come up to him, and he'd give his friend an encouraging wink - why else would he look at Sirius but for a little bit of courage.
So when Remus began belting Bohemian Rhapsody like the operatic singer of Sirius' dreams, the only thing the latter could do was stare wide-eyed and wide-mouthed. Sirius liked to think he knew Remus' quite well after all these years, yet somehow the other boy had failed to mention his voice was smooth like buttercream, a little songbird in disguise.
Sirius lowered the wand in his hand as Remus continued to sing the words to Bo Rap. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the two disdained Slytherin girls from earlier looking on equally surprised and charmed by Remus' singing. A flash of jealousy ran through Sirius' body, but it was quickly overtaken by the same sense of calmness from earlier. And then it dawned on him. The shots had been magic and this - Remus frantically grabbing his throat to stop the singing - was the effect of a potion.
Sirius' jaw closed and his mouth turned into a smile, as he watched Remus perform. And then when Remus grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him closer in theatrical dramatics, he laughed loudly.
''AND NOW I'VE GONE AND THROWN IT A-A-A-ALL AWAY!!'' Sirius joined Remus' singing, aiming for the other boys wand with his voice. He spread his arms in an equally dramatic manner as Remus, fulling engulfing himself in the song. They were close to each other, facing each other and Sirius wasn't sure if the room was getting hotter or if he just was. Warmth crept up his neck and ears, and without realizing his eyes flicked down to Remus' lips. He watched the other boy sing the words to one of the greatest songs ever made, but the noise in the room quieted and for just a split second, Sirius felt like they were the only ones there. He thought about kissing Remus - he thought about kissing Remus daily - but an annoying voice crept into his head - it vaguely sounded like Walburga. The voice whispered 'he'll hate you' and 'you'll ruin your friendship with this'. Sirius wished his calming potion-shot had been stronger.
The volume came back in the room as Sirius looked away from Remus' face, and around the room. Almost everyone had stopped doing what they'd been doing to look at these two Gryffindors making a spectacle of themselves. Sirius loved it. It didn't escape his notice that Regulus wasn't there - and neither was James.
As the little high voices came on, Sirius' turned to the new crowd and with his wand conducted the crowd to sing along - 'I see a little silhouetto of a man/ Scaramouche! Scaramouche!' Little flashed of light and glitter erupted from the wand as he moved it around. Not a lot of people joined in but Sirius saw a couple first years nod along, so he felt like he'd succeeded. He let Remus finish off the song, and turned to playing air guitar instead with just a little bit of air piano at the very end. When the song ended, Sirius waited for thunderous applause, but sadly that didn't happen. Everyone seemed to turn back to what they'd been doing, and Sirius was left bowing to no one.
He turned on his heel and looked at Remus with the biggest grin. ''Moony! That was incredible!'' Sirius shook out his hair and took a minute to twist it into a little low bun, sticking his wand in the center of it to leave it up - something he'd learned from Mary. He was vaguely aware the whole performance had left him a little sweaty.
''I'm even more convinced we should start a band now. D'you reckon it would be considered illegal to use that potion every time we have to go on?'' He continued enthusiastically. ''We'd be unfair competition, don't you think? Your voice, my looks, James' charm, Peter's...'' He trailed off and bit his lip. ''Eh- You get what I'm saying, don't you?'' He turned towards the karaoke machine again. ''We should take advantage of this gift you have. How about the love song, eh?''
Sirius began flipping through the little notepad next to the glass ball - it was a collection of possible karaoke songs, written in a pretty calligraphic handwriting. The song he settled on was called Your Song, by another Muggle artist. Sirius didn't know it, but it was the least on-the nose title he could find in the 'love song' section - which featured Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis, and Sirius just got nervous thinking about singing that to Remus.
''You picked the first one, I choose this one,'' he said, and pulled Remus closer again. He had a feeling the other boy might want to escape, but Sirius was having to much fun to stop already. He hooked his arm around Remus' and told the machine the name of the song
As the words appeared in front of them, Sirius sang them into his wand: ''It's a little bit funny / this feeling inside.'' And immediately, he knew he'd made a mistake.

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Dorcas Meadowes
Slytherin ✯ 15 ✯ Year 5 ✯ Prefect & Chaser ✯ Slytherin Common Room w/ Marlene

Dorcas was sorry the minute she said it. The chair Marlene had been sitting on nearly toppled over as the blonde girl shot up. Her face displayed a look of horror, like Dorcas had just told her she'd murdered her entire family.
''No,'' Marlene half-whispered. ''No, that’s not—''
Dorcas got up too, calm but urgent. She held out a hand towards Marlene, to soothe her or to keep her from running, she wasn't sure.
''Marlene, I was just- '' Kidding, she wanted to say, but Dorcas was interrupted. Her hand remained floating in the air between them, hoovering over the celestial pages of the constellations.
''We probably shouldn’t work together as partners anymore.'' Marlene's face turned the color of the Quidditch sweaters the Gryffindor team sported during matches. Dorcas had always thought it brought out the green in her eyes. ''I just- This was a bad idea.'' And with that, she was gone.
Dorcas didn't waste a minute. She pushed her chair back and went after Marlene, who was quick and agile - like on the Quidditch pitch - but the Slytherin dungeons were Dorcas' turf so the blonde girl was quickly overtaken.
Dorcas caught Marlene's arm near the sofa's, where Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were performing a Muggle song Dorcas didn't know. She also didn't know Remus could sing that well. For a second, she stopped and stared, but quickly recovered from her amazement.
She felt like all the eyes in the room were on them - even though they most likely were on the two Gryffindor boys belting made-up words like they'd invented them. And Marlene looked so uncomfortable. Dorcas couldn't remember if she'd ever seen the loud, abrasive girl so timid before. She took a second to think about what to do or say - and then made the decision that if the roles had been reversed, Dorcas' first wish would've been to be removed from prying eyes. So she let her hand fall down Marlene's arm and slipped it into the other girls', pushing the fingers that were cradling the hem of the jumper sleeves open. Then she pulled Marlene across the common room, through the dark wooden doors until they found themselves in the corridor of the dungeons - alone.
She dropped Marlene's hand and exhaled - panting slightly. ''I'm sorry,'' she said, a little exasperated, but her face showed genuine remorse. ''It was just a silly joke, I really did not mean to offend.'' Realizing that that isn't a real apology, she continued: ''What I mean to say is, I'm sorry for what I said. And I'm sorry about that kiss. The alcohol- that night-'' She looked at Marlene's face, searching for any kind of recognition or any kind of emotion. Dorcas had a very hard time reading Marlene and she did not like that at all. ''I had a bit too much to drink, I suppose. I truly am a lightweight,'' Dorcas chuckled awkwardly. ''But I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry.'' She wanted to add that she didn't regret it, but considering the last few minutes, she refrained. If she didn't refrain, she'd also tell Marlene that she'd looked so pretty that night - that she always looks very pretty, even covered in mud on the Quidditch pitch, or when she's yelling obscenities at passerby's. She'd tell Marlene that she didn't even know if she was gay or not. But she bit her tongue and just hoped the other girl would accept her apology and they could go back to bantering over an astronomy assignment.

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Marlene McKinnon
16 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Dorcas

Marlene barely had time to react before she felt a hand around her arm.
Dorcas.
Her heart made a jump as Dorcas’ fingers slid down her sleeve, prying open her clenched fingers. And then, before Marlene could protest, before she could even think, Dorcas was pulling her through the common room, past the singing Marauders, past the laughter, and past the warmth of the fire, and straight out into the cold, empty corridor.
The door shut behind them, immediately blocking all the noise from the party and suddenly, it was just the two of them.
Dorcas dropped her hand and exhaled, a little breathless. “I’m sorry,” she said, and she actually sounded sorry, even looked like it too. “It was just a silly joke, I really did not mean to offend.”
Marlene swallowed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.
“What I mean to say is, I'm sorry for what I said. And I'm sorry about that kiss. The alcohol- that night-” She trailed off, watching Marlene carefully, like she was waiting for some kind of reaction.
Marlene just stared.
It was ridiculous, how fast her stomach twisted, how insecure she suddenly felt.
"I had a bit too much to drink, I suppose. I truly am a lightweight,'' Dorcas chuckled awkwardly.
“Yeah, you mentioned that,” Marlene said in a small voice with a cautious smile.
“But I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry.”
Marlene exhaled, her arms loosening from where she’d crossed them so tightly over her chest. Then she uncrossed them entirely, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater again. Twisting it between her fingers, over and over, until she finally pushed the words she wanted to say over her lips.
“I thought you forgot.”
Marlene kept her eyes fixed on the floor, feeling heat crawl up her neck. “I thought you’d forgotten about it,” she repeated, voice quieter now. “And… you shouldn’t be sorry.”
Marlene glanced up, forcing herself to meet those dark eyes, and suddenly, it was impossible to look away.
“I just—” She hesitated, gently letting go of her sweater and relaxing her fidgetting fingers. “I just don’t want you thinking I was trying to get you drunk just to—” She rolled her eyes. “I only want that if you want it too.”
Marlene clenched her jaw, heart punding. "But don’t be sorry… because I liked it.”
"That kiss," She admitted, barely louder than a whisper. “I really liked it.”

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James Potter
15 • Gryffindor • Year 5 • @ Slytherin Common Room• w. Regulus

Regulus kept staring at James. Did he not explain clearly enough? Was Regulus deaf? James had expected him to laugh in his face or refuse outright, but instead, Regulus stayed silent and James got the feeling that Regulus might be, actually thinking about it. And that was interesting. That was something James could work with.
“Let me get one thing clear. You are experimenting with a potion. One that is correlated to Quidditch and requires the drinker to fly hundreds of feet into the air.” Regulus chewed his bottom lip.
James nodded at the mention of experimenting with a potion and its connection to Quidditch but shook his head at the idea that the drinker had to fly, his dark curls bouncing playfully around him.
“Is this your secret way of eliminating me before our match, so Gryffindor has a chance to win?” Regulus shook his head.
“Yeah, because that’s exactly how I want to win. Underhanded sabotage. Very on brand for me.”
“I’ll only help you if we test out this potion of yours on you. I am not taking anything that is not properly working yet. You don’t have anything that I desire, I shall think about it. On one condition: I do not want any involved from Sirius in any kind of way or him to have any knowledge about this.” He eyed the shot that James was still holding. “And you will take that right now, before I call Pandora over and let her kick you out.”
James looked at the potion, then back at Regulus, who was watching him like a hawk, waiting for him to back out. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
With a grin, James lifted the shot. “To you needing Pandora to kick me out of the common room,” he said, then knocked it back in one go, the drink burning its way down his throat.

“So you’ll do it?!” James asked enthusiastically and with eyes bright of excitement. “Look, there’s no actual drinking of potions involved. We do need to fly, but I’ll explain the details later.”
““And yeah, no Sirius involvement. That’s actually perfect.” James grinned, stretching his back, trying to relieve some of the soreness in his shoulders from Quidditch practice earlier. The potion was meant as a surprise for Sirius anyway, but Regulus didn’t need to know that.
See, James couldn’t ask Sirius for help because he needed this potion done before his birthday. Well… needed. That deadline obviously didn’t work out since November had come and passed, and James still couldn’t get it right.
But the point was, he wanted to start a business with him. Sirius had been cut off from his family, and honestly, James couldn’t see a future without him in it. So why not create something together? Broom Brothers or something like that. The first product? A quick broom polish. Something that worked better than anything out there. He didn’t want to share the idea with Sirius until he had something to show for, you know, prove himself as a worthy partner.
But the more he thought about it, the more a gnawing doubt crept in. Maybe asking Regulus for help wasn’t the best idea. But he was already here. And besides, he wasn’t about to back out now.
Instead, he shrugged and grinned. “Anyway, enough about that. You want something to drink? It is your friend’s birthday, isn’t it?” He glanced over Regulus’s shoulder toward the empty corridor behind him. “Wait, were you heading back to the dorm? Ditching the party before midnight? Really, Black? Don’t do that to Pandora.”

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gryffindor • 15 • muggleborn • fifth year • prefect • with mary • outside

Mary’s smile brightened up the night. “Alright. What did you have in mind? If this is considered boring, I love being boring. Especially if I can be boring with you.”
Lily felt warmth creep up her neck despite the biting cold air around them. It was ridiculous, really, how self-conscious she suddenly became about the way Mary’s hand was wrapped around hers. Was her palm sweaty? Would Mary find it gross? It was ridiculous, really, with how cold it was outside, but the thought wouldn’t leave her alone. It took some restraint to not rip her hand from my Mary’s grip and wipe it off on her trousers.
“We could enchant snowballs so they don't melt and hide them in their dorm?” Mary thought out loud. “'Or we just attack them with snowballs when they come back from the party, muggle-born style?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Hmm, we don’t know what time they’ll come back though. Those posh Slytherins are probably even worse than the Gryffs.” If they were anything like the muggle poshies she knew. Ironic, how similar they were to some those who they hated. Knowing us we’ll fall asleep in the common room before then.” Lily bit her lip, pondering as she stared at the lake. Then, a thought struck her, and she turned back to Mary, eyes alight with mischief. “We could use a sticky charm on their bedrooms and on everything else in their dorm. If we tweak it a bit, we can make it all stick to the ceiling,” she mused. “And they can’t simply use a reversing spell, it’d just make everything crash to the ground…”
She shrugged and slid her hand out of Mary’s, letting herself fall onto the soft snow. A sharp chill spread through her as the frost seeped through her clothes. “God, I should’ve used that heating charm on my trousers as well,” she muttered. “My bum is going to be frozen solid after this.” Lily gathered up some snow and threw a snowball at Mary. “Do you wanna come and warm up in the prefect bathroom after this?”

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slytherin • 15 • pureblood • fourth year • chaser • with xeno • slytherin common room

“Well, I was originally thinking it should be a one-time thing. That would be less complicated.” Xeno frowned and she wasn’t entirely sure what was so complicated about it. “But… now that I think about it, a single date might not be convincing enough. If we only do this once, it might come across like I’m not a fun person to go on a date with, and that would ruin the whole purpose. “So, we should probably go with the multiple-dates plan.”
She nodded in agreement. “Brilliant!” Pandora exclaimed. “I can also spread some rumours about you? That you are a gentleman but also a good kisser. No point in portraying you as a gentleman if she, or he, doesn’t know you can kiss well… That is also important.”

"I was actually thinking of going to this little magical petting zoo just outside of Hogsmeade. It’s technically not allowed for students to go there.” Xeno didn’t look bothered at all by Noodles studying his drink. “Since it’s outside of Hogsmeade limits. But I wanted to go anyway, and I figured… if we’re going to fake date, we might as well do something interesting, because you know, I want to prove I am fun to date. Would that be something you’d agree to?”
Pandora tried very – very – hard not to squeal. And failed miserably. “I love love love that!” The contents of her cocktail splattered over the rim of her glass in her excitement, wetting Xeno’s face. “Oh, Douji*. Gomen**.” She wiped of the alcohol with her sleeves. “Let’s go for that.” It was exactly the kind of date that would convince anyone Xeno is fun. “I’ll need to make a little stop at the forest before we go to the little zoo. Pip needs some snacks and new trinkets.”
Without thinking, she grabbed his hands again and gave them a quick squeeze. “Oh! And we should have a story. Something convincing. Like, if people ask why we suddenly started dating, we need a reason— like what happened for it to suddenly go BOOM.” She was nearly bursting from excitement. “What if I tell people that I started falling for you when I caught you talking to Noodles, like you fully expected him to respond?” She grinned at him. “I mean, you don’t speak Parseltongue, but you could pretend you do, and I bet most people wouldn’t know the difference. And then I’ll say I realized, ‘Wow, this is the kind of person I want to date.” She took some big gulps of her drink before it could assault Xeno again. " Or! I’ll tell everyone that I caught you sneaking into the Restricted Section one night, searching for a book about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Instead of turning you in, I helped you look. We stayed up for hours, whispering between the shelves, and by the time we found the book, I realized I was hopelessly in love.” Pandora was practically bouncing up and down at that point. “What if I say I had a dream about us being together before it ever happened? Like, a prophetic vision. And when I woke up, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I decided to see if fate was right.”

*Douji (Doujimaru in full) is the name of a Japanese wizard 童
**Sorry ごめん

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Dorcas Meadowes
Slytherin ✯ 15 ✯ Year 5 ✯ Prefect & Chaser ✯ Dungeon Corridor w/ Marlene

''I thought you forgot.''
Dorcas stared at her.
''I thought you’d forgotten about it,” Marlene said again and Dorcas frowned. How could she have forgotten about it? She wondered how she might've given Marlene that idea in general. Was it because she hadn't mentioned it the day after - or any of the days after? She could see how that would imply she'd forgotten, but then that same logic could've applied to Marlene. Dorcas just assumed they didn't speak about it because it had been a one time thing.
''And… you shouldn’t be sorry.'' Their eyes met, finally. ''I just— I just don’t want you thinking I was trying to get you drunk just to— I only want that if you want it too.'' Dorcas didn't say anything yet, because she felt like Marlene had more to say.
''But don’t be sorry… because I liked it. That kiss. I really liked it.''
Dorcas was dumbfounded. Her heart rate went up. She felt it pounding in her chest. For the first time in such a long time, she didn't immediately have a reply ready. It was a strange thing, to be caught of guard by someone you barely know. Someone you thought hated your very essence.
''But,'' Dorcas' voice faltered. Her eyebrows turned into a frown, and back straight and back into a frown as she tried to sort out her thoughts. She was very aware of the way her eyelashes fluttered open en close. ''But you hate me,'' she said, although it sounded more like a question. ''I mean- I thought you disliked me.''
She studied Marlene's face, who looked so nervous and embarrassed it confused Dorcas even more. ''I thought you didn't like kissing me. Or girls in general,'' she continued, although now it was more to herself than to the blonde Gryffindor. Dorcas turned on her heel, so her body twisted parallel to the walls of the corridor. She leaned against the cold bricks, with her hands crossed behind her back. She was still looking at Dorcas' side profile. ''I thought that's why we didn't speak about it. Afterwards.''
Dorcas bit her lip. It had been a good kiss. A little sloppy and their breaths reeked of alcohol, but a great kiss nonetheless. But before that night, Dorcas had never even thought about Marlene in that way. She didn't like to assume people's sexualities, and the gender preferences of Gryffindors hardly came up in the Slytherin common room.
''I'm sorry, this is just a little confusing. You act so...'' Dorcas thought about the right word. She didn't want to offend Marlene even more than she had already. But then again, the time to be honest would be now. ''Hostile. Towards me. On the pitch. And just now, in there.'' She motioned towards the entrance of the common room and bit her lip again, thinking about it all. The cogs in her brain were working overtime.
But then, she pushed herself off of the wall and turned back to face Marlene. Decidedly, she took the blonde girls hands in her own. ''That isn't to say I didn't like it either,'' she said, with a soft smile. ''A lot.''
She gazed at Marlene, taking in the details of her face, the charcoal around her eyes, making the even brighter, the wildness of hair. ''I don't think anyone could forget you, Marlene McKinnon.''

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