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“Welcome, I am Professor McGonagall, one of your teachers here at Hogwarts. The welcoming feast shall begin shortly, but before that, the Sorting ceremony must take place. There are four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. You will be sorted into these. The people in your house will be your family. You will eat, sleep, and have classes with them so try to stay on their good side. At the end of every school year, the house cup will be given to the house with the most points. Points can be gained by behaving properly but can be taken away just as easily if any rules are broken. The Sorting ceremony shall start soon, so I will collect you all when we are ready.” And with that, she had left the room.

I took a look at my fellow students. God, there were so many blondes! And much more people… 

I wondered if I could possibly find a familiar face somewhere in the crowd, and started walking around aimlessly in a sea of people. 

“Excuse me!” “May I pass?” “I’m sorry…” “I beg your pardon-”

After a few apologies and getting eventually hopeless, I ran into a boy with blonde hair (duh) and blue eyes, and a weird cowlick that went upwards.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there, can I help you up?”

“No, it’s really fine dudette! I’m the one who should be sorry, I ran into you. Damn, if Artie hears about this, I’m gonna get a whole lecture from him. Plus it’s totally uncool for a Hero to not look where he runs!” The boy insisted. “I’m Alfred Jones, by the way. What’s your name?” He asked, smiling.

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n).” I smiled back. 

“I uhh, don’t suppose you’ve seen my glasses? They kinda fell off when we hit each other?” Alfred asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “These?” I asked, holding what seemed to be his glasses as they were on the floor, with cracked lenses. “Aw shoot, they’re broken. Ehhh, it’s not like they’re real anyway.” He sighed. “If you don’t need the glasses then why do you have them?” I asked curiously.  “Well, you know how heroes need to protect their secret identities from villains? My glasses are kind of like my special mask.” Alfred explained. I held up the broken glasses and smiled. “Oculus Reparo!” And on cue, all the cracks healed and it looked as good as new. “Well, we can’t have our hero’s secret identity at risk for the villains to find out, now do we?” “Wow dudette, how did ya do that? That spell was awesome!” Alfred grinned as he tackled me in a tight hug. “Oh- uh, it’s just a pretty simple spell. My brothers have taught me some of the basics since I was small.” I replied bashfully. Damn, my face must be so flushed right now. “You have some pretty awesome brothers then. Thanks for saving my identity, (Y/n)! I'll see ya around sometime, right now I gotta go find Artie in this crowd.” He grinned, walking away.

"Y-yeah, I'll see you around." Why is my chest fluttering like this? I really hope I see him again soon...

A/n: This oneshot is a part from my Pottertalia x Reader AU fanfiction, so if you liked this I hope you check the book out!

It was a new Year at Hogwarts, and a new year of adventures. The Slytherin Witches had seated themselves in the train on their way, unknowing of the surprises they would face upon arriving. “My brothers told me that as 4th Years, we will be attending the Yule ball. I guess we should probably try and get out of our normal social circle and scout for dates, no?” (Y/n) proposed to the other two early on the ride. “Yeah, you're right. I however believe that spending the year scouting for dates would deprive us of our study time, and I honestly don't see the point of having to go.” Hedvika responded, her nose in a book. “You are right, but would it not be fun to go? Perhaps this year, I would find someone and make brother Ivan jealous… But other than that, it would also be interesting to attend it regardless.” Natalya mused, with a ghost of a smile gracing her face. 

“Or maybe we could still go even without dates? Perhaps I could ask Professor Snape if it was allowed to go to the ball as just the three of us. It should be allowed, it not like nobody in the history of Hogwarts has ever been Asexual or un-asked.” (Y/n) wondered aloud, curious as to how they would go. She too was curious about the Yule ball as her brothers rarely mentioned it with her before, other than telling her that she should be absolutely precise with choosing a man as her date; that is, if she even gets a date.

As they entered for the new year, all students were greeted by headmaster Dumbledore. Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Tri-Wizard tournament!” 

As the feast began, many students from the different schools sat and stayed at different tables that evening to meet other students. And our Slytherin Witches were among those students. A blonde boy with spiky hair and bright blue eyes made his way towards the three, and stopped as he came in front of (Y/n). “God aften! The name's Mathias Køhler of the Vulpelara House. What's your name? If you don't have one, can I call you mine?” He winked, taking a seat. “Oh- uhm, my name's (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n) of Slytherin. It's a pleasure to meet you.” “Damn, what an awesome name for an awesome girl.” Mathias grinned. The duo talked for hours without end, until Mathias was called back over by some of his friends. The two promptly exchanged goodbyes and headed to their respective houses. 

As (Y/n) entered the Slytherin common room, she was immediately greeted by Romeo, Arthur, Hedvika, and Natalya. “Where were you?! You took so long, we were starting to think someone from the other schools kidnapped you or something!” Hedvika scolded. “Bella, we were-a very worried! You're not-a usually this-a late without at least-a one of us!” Romeo reasoned, as Arthur frowned. 

“Did you get held up by those boys from Durmstrang? If any of them had hurt you, they'd be sorry for messing with a lady!” “I'm with Mr. Eyebrows over here. Those boys didn't do anything to you, yes?” Natalya growled protectively. “I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to take so long, I swear! Nobody kept me against my will, so none of you need to get mad. I just got caught up is all.” She apologized, smiling. “Thanks for worrying though. You guys are the best friends ever.” “We Slytherin must stick together, no?” Romeo smiled, hugging her tight. “Bloody git, can't you ask her for consent before touching her?! She is a lady after all!” Arthur yelled at the Italian boy, fuming with his hands crossed. “Oh don't be so grumpy, Artie. Get over here and hug me.” (Y/n) playfully smiled. 

“A-are you sure, love?” “You wouldn't want to disappoint a lady, now would you?” “Well if you insist...”

After a few minutes of calming her friends down, (Y/n) headed to bed, dreaming of the boy she met.

First Person's POV:

As the early morning rays of sunshine entered our dorm room, I could feel myself wake up on my own. I sat up and stretched my arms looking over at the other two who were still sleeping. I wonder if I could find Mathias again today; he seemed like a really fun guy last night. My ears perked up as I heard Hedvika yawning and sitting up herself. “Dobré ráno, (n/n).” “Morning, Hedvika. So, are you gonna wake up Natalya or am I?” I questioned. Daily, we would wake up earlier than our Belarusian roommate at the crack of dawn; unless it was a weekend or Monday, where Hedvika and I would sleep in a little late, causing Natalya to have to wake us up. Mondays were never fun, but thank God today wasn't Monday anyway.  

I don't know why, but I had a particularly good feeling about this year. 

As I entered the Great Hall, I picked out some (f/f) for breakfast. “Hey good lookin, I’m guessing you hang here often?” A familiar voice spoke out from in front of me. Mathias! “Well this is the Slytherin table, so yes. Last I recalled, you aren’t a Slytherin, so what brings you here?” I replied. “Hm, not much. Just trying to catch a certain lady’s attention.” He replied casually. Was this guy for real? “This certain lady doesn’t happen to be me, does it?” I ‘innocently’ smiled. “Maybe.” Mathias smirked playfully. Before either of us could make a comeback, another voice spoke up; “Found yourself a boyfriend, now have ya?”

“Hedvika!! He isn’t my boyfriend!” I blushed furiously, scowling. “Not yet~” Mathias corrected. Hedvika chuckled, and Natalya pulled out her wand. “If you hurt our (Y/n), you will not live to see your next birthday, you got that bicycle boy?” She growled. Mathias looked between her and her wand, and nodded, gulping nervously. 

“Oh let the poor boy be, Nat. If you hunt down every boy that looks in our direction, we probably might not get a date for the ball.” (Y/n) pouted playfully. “Oh, you won't have to worry about finding one. You've got a potential date right in front of you.” Mathias smiled.

“Well then, Mathias Køhler. Wanna be my date?”

“It depends. (Y/n) (L/n), do you wanna be my date?”

“Sure.”

Human Names:  Belarus = Natalya Arlovskaya Czech Republic = Hedvika Libuše Jelínková Russia = Ivan Braginsky England = Arthur Kirkland Seborga = Romeo Vargas Denmark = Mathias Køhler

A/n: This oneshot is a part from my Pottertalia x Reader AU fanfiction, so if you liked this I hope you check the book out! Link to the book is ‘HERE’

“Diffindo!”

“You’re waving your wand the wrong way, it doesn’t go like that.”

“But I’m doing exactly what it looks like in the book, Artie!”

“I thought I asked you not to call me that!”

“But it suits you!”

(Y/n) and Arthur had been partnered together to study the Severing Charm earlier that day, and the two had started practicing as soon as class ended, determined to get the top grade. 

“Perhaps we should study its history before trying it out. It could make it easier.” Arthur suggested, sitting down beside the girl. “And maybe you could also tell me how you found out about this mythical room?”

The duo was practicing together in the room of requirement, where nobody else could find or interrupt them.

“My older brothers told me all about this. It appears to people when they are in dire need. In our case, we were in need of a place to peacefully study.” (Y/n) explained. “My brothers never told me about this…” “Maybe they didn’t know? Not many people have heard of it.” “I wouldn’t be surprised if mine did know and hid it from me. My brothers and I didn’t really have a smooth relationship with each other.”

“Well for now we’re the only ones in our batch that knows about it. This place can be our little secret.” She smiled.

“That sounds wonderful.” He smiled back, a tint of pink adorning his cheeks.

(Y/n) then picked up the Charms book, and opened it to a bookmarked page. 

“The Severing Charm is a charm used to precisely and accurately cut something, however if used inappropriately, could cause harm and damage. The Severing Charm was created in the fifteenth century by wizarding seamstress Delfina Crimp who created it as an easy and convenient way of cutting cloth and thread. She made the spell because prior to her discovery, cutting spells were apt to burn or shred things. However, a rival Muggle clothes maker called Snickerton realized that she could do magic and raided her shop with friends. They held her tied up and nearly killed her, however, Crimp convinced them to release her to scratch a wart on her chin. When she was allowed to do so, she drew it out, revealing the wart to be her hidden wand. She then disapparated with a sack of gold. With the Severing Charm, cutting or tearing objects is a simple matter of wand control. The spell can be quite precise in skilled hands, and the Severing Charm is widely used in a variety of wizarding trades. Useful as it is, this charm should be practiced with caution, as a careless swipe of the wand can cause injury.” She read.

Picking up a conveniently placed piece of cloth from the floor, he flung it up and waved his wand. “Diffindo!”

The cloth was immediately split evenly in half, both pieces floating to take their time descending towards the ground. The young boy caught one mid-air and handed it to his friend with an encouraging smile. “Now it's your turn to try, love.” 

“Diffindo!”

“C’mon, try again.”

“Diffindo!”

“You can do it.”

“Diffindo!”

“...”

Sighing, Arthur stood up once more and held her arm with his’, guiding it to the correct strokes. “You wave it like you’re writing a ‘V’ but with grace, then down midway and a little curve upwards. The way you’re doing it makes it look like a ‘W’ and less like the movement you should be making.” 

The distance between them was almost nonexistent, as Arthur stood right behind her.

“Try it again, but this time do it as I showed you.” 

“Diffindo!”

And with her words, both pieces of cloth split into half.

“I did it!! I did it, Artie!” The girl excitedly yelled, tackling the boy in a hug.

“Well it wasn’t that hard to begin with…” Arthur started “And what did I say about calling me Artie!”

“Oh come on, I know you like it somewhere inside you.” (Y/n) smirked, with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Oh hush you.” He huffed.

“You can’t deny it. I know you do.” She chuckled. 

“Even if I did… I’d never admit it, love.” He mumbled quietly to himself.

Human names: England = Arthur Kirkland