quill

My name is Quill and I mostly write, then draw, then do random stuff after (^｡^)

One - Shots ft. My OCs!

Ominis Gaunt - Arranged Marriage

Sebastian Sallow - An Auror and a Dark Wizard

Garreth Weasley - The Room of Requirement

Amit Thakkar - Pen Pals

Art!

Hogwarts Legacy OCs

Demitri Kincaid

Cecily Hearth

Shenanigans!

Uni got me so busy the past few months and I've been everywhere. I did this little sketch of my OC Demitri and Ominis whilst I was busy practicing for a recital #loyal Please please endure the silence for a little while longer whilst I try to pick up the slack of my Sebastian Sallow Drag Path one-shot T.T I shall return soon!

Amit Thakkar - Pen Pals

“Cecily,

The stars look quite beautiful tonight! I went to the Astronomy Table near the gates to record the constellations in my journals. I would have loved for you to see it. We have another assignment from Professor Sharp. It’s another 18 inch paper for the use of a Bezoar. I might just purposefully make my handwriting large to fill it up. Honestly, one could explain that in more or less 9 inches of parchment. The amount of filler words and adjectives I’m going to use will surely be a sight for sore eyes. 

I hope your day went better than mine. It is always nice to see your letters at the end of the day. 

Love, Amit”

Behind the warmth of the Slytherin fireplace, Cecily was squatted on the floor. Her nightgown was covered with a robe, her hands playing at the edge of the parchment on her hand. A small flicker of a smile appeared on her face, the sheer imagination of Amit’s voice enough to send warmth through her body, though she admits, she has not heard it at all. 

Neither Amit nor Cecily have actually seen each other. With the two of them being in different houses and the castle as big as it is, it is no surprise that there had been no run-in. 

On the table beside her, a pot of ink, a quill, and a few pieces of parchment lay. Perched on the arm rest of a chair, her owl waited patiently. She excitedly shuffles towards the table, grabbing her items and crouching down on the floor to write her response. Why did she choose the floor and not the table? One will never know. 

“Amit,

Although I prefer the land to the skies, there is a comfort I feel whenever you tell me of your passion for Astronomy. I took it upon myself to scan a few books in the library during my break. What you said before about Astronomy having no limits– that was an understatement. My day was uneventful, though a student did trip over a Venomous Tentacula vine during Herbology. I tried to stifle my laugh, but I ended up choking on my own spit. We had a quiz on Muggle Studies, and thankfully, I passed. I can’t believe not a lot of wizards know of modern-technology. We ride a train to Hogwarts, yet they have not seen a working car.

My day was adequate, to say the least. Your letters bring me much happiness as well. 

Love, Cecily” 

Cecily softly folded it, tying a small ribbon to secure the letter before giving it to her owl. One may ask how this predicament came to be– a Slytherin giving letters to a Ravenclaw. If placed on a ranking as to which houses compete with each other the most, these two fall second as the first place is taken by Gryffindor and Slytherin. Why has the raven willingly become entangled with the snake?

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It all started during a mistake in the Great Hall. Parcels were getting delivered left and right. In the mess of everything, an injured owl landed on top of Cecily’s head while she was eating breakfast. The Slytherin table giggled softly, and Cecily laughed along with them. The poor creature was flailing around, causing destruction on her poor hair. She softly grabs the fussy owl, noticing that its leg had a small note tied to it. 

“You have a broken wing…” Cecily observes carefully, not wanting to harm the poor owl any further. She lays it on her lap, lifting the injured wing and seeing the small bend within her bone. From beside her, Ominis Gaunt takes an interest in what she was doing. “You received mail?” He asks, sipping from his goblet. 

“No, I don’t think it’s for me” Cecily replies, preparing her wand for the correct spell to cast. “And the owl is injured. I believe I may be able to help” This earns a raised brow from Ominis. “Seriously? It’s not that I do not trust your wandwork, but you have never done this before” He crosses his arms, unsure of the risk that Cecily was going to take. 

“It’s a minor injury, Ominis. I think I can mend a few broken bones” Cecily replied with squinted eyes, making sure that her wand was pointed at just the right angle. 

With an intricate patterned wave of her wand, she softly casts Episkey. A yelp came out of the owl, startling Ominis’s ears and causing him to flinch. Cecily winced, scared that she might have done something wrong. She had done this for a handful of Quidditch players, but never a small owl. Perhaps something was wrong. 

She was immediately proven wrong when the owl started to perk up. It outstretched its wings, the once broken flap now extended and wiggling. It hoots softly, nuzzling onto Cecily’s robes and bopping its head up and down to show that it was okay. 

“... Is it alright?” Ominis’s face held a grimace. Cecily chuckles softly before extending her arm toward the owl, letting it hop onto her arm. “Here, give me your hand” Cecily requests, to which Ominis obliges. With another hand, Cecily guides his outstretched hand towards the owl’s head. He smiles softly, allowing the owl to lean into his touch. “Well, it seems I was wrong to doubt you,” Cecily smiles in return.

Before she could even react, the owl had snapped off the note on its leg and flew away, discarding the parchment on Cecily’s lap. “Seems to be in high spirits now, that one” Ominis comments before continuing to eat. “It just left its post. I think it forgot to deliver it” I mumbled, taking the small piece of paper from my lap. 

Scribbled in a hurry, the piece of parchment stated;

“Amit,

I returned the telescope I borrowed from you at the Astronomy Tower. Thanks again!

Demi”

She ponders for a bit, trying to rack her brain for someone named Amit. “Ominis, do you–” She turns beside her only to find Ominis already being dragged away by Sebastian Sallow. Cecily sighs and observes the note once more, trying to consider her choices. She could just go to the Astronomy Tower, or perhaps even scream right then and there to ask the entirety of the Great Hall if anybody was named Amit. 

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by her own owl, Fennel, delivering her post. Just a few things; the Daily Prophet and a copy of a magazine that they sometimes bring for free. “Hello, Fennel” She greets her owl, lending it a few pieces of bacon as a snack. 

An idea popped into her head. As her owl continues to eat the small scraps off her plate, Cecily grabs a quill and parchment from her bag. She quickly writes; 

“Hello, Amit!

My name is Cecily. An owl dropped by earlier with your name on it– from a person named Demi. They said that they returned your telescope to the Astronomy Tower. I hope the owl was alright, they had a broken wing, hence the post got to me instead of you. 

I fixed it up with a charm, but I hope that you can feed it. It flew off before I could even give it anything. I hope to hear from you!

Cecily” 

Cecily thought she would be able to locate this Amit within the confines of the Great Hall. A brilliant plan indeed. Cecily ties the note on Fennel’s leg, praying that her owl would be able to pinpoint this mystery man. Fennel hoots softly before flapping her wings and flying away. Cecily locks her eyes on her owl, observing its path carefully. 

Disappointment fell on her face when she saw that her owl left the Great Hall, off to another location. She groans, whispering a small profanity and pouting at the table. Her entire day was now going to be filled with wonder stuck to her head. Cecily finishes her breakfast quietly before taking her leave. 

The day went by fast, her classes giving their usual grit and tact. As nighttime approached, she had already eaten an early dinner and headed back to the common room in order to get a head start on her schoolwork. After changing for the night, she returned to her usual nook by the fireplace. The Slytherin Dungeons were already quiet and hushed, as most of the students were finally asleep.

Focused on her writing, she did not notice the nearby flap of wings from her feathery friend. Fennel perched on top of a chair nearby, softly hooting to gain Cecily’s attention. Her quill continued on the parchment, writing her essay as if she was running out of time. Fennel puffs up and attempts to make itself known to Cecily. 

Fennel releases a loud and final hoot, now earning Cecily’s full attention. “Oh, Fennel!” Cecily stops writing, now looking over at her owl. She tilts her head, noticing the small piece of parchment tied onto her owl’s foot. Fennel pecks on its foot, unclasping the note tied carefully on it. 

The paper smelled of old books, possibly the ones found from the library. There was a different tinge on this one though. Rather than just old ink and paper, it smelled a bit more of lavender and citrus. Needless to say, this made Cecily very pleased. Her hands meticulously unfolded the post, reading the letter as it opened;

“Cecily,

Thank you for telling me about this! The owl you had patched up was from a friend of mine. Do not worry, her owl is safe and sound now all thanks to you. Once again, thank you. Perhaps we may see each other in the halls sometime. 

Amit”

There was a flicker of a feeling stirring within her stomach. Cecily thought it sweet that he had added the last bit on the letter. Although it was no longer necessary, Cecily had the urge to write to him once more– nothing too fancy. Just a mere acknowledgement that she had received his letter. What if he was not reassured that she had received this post? How terribly unfortunate that could be.

Cecily hurriedly sets aside the parchments filled with drafts of her essay. She paused, thinking of what to write. Something that will not come off as too desperate, but also not too cold. Somewhere in between. 

“Amit,

I got worried for a while! My owl, Fennel, was sent out since breakfast at the Great Hall. I thought she was not going to deliver the owl initially. Thank Merlin you responded. 

Cecily” 

She wrapped the note around Fennel once more and set her off to send it. 

The morning after, Cecily already had another letter from Amit on her nightstand the moment she had woken up, her beloved Fennel asleep on her designated perch,

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That had been almost two weeks ago. Since then, Cecily and Amit have not stopped owling one another. To both of them, it seemed like a wonderful pastime. Even Amit’s friends have commented on the fact that aside from Astronomy taking up a great deal of his free time, his consistent writing of letters to Cecily have had his hands containing small smudges of ink. He did not mind, however. He loved writing to her. 

Cecily, on the other hand, was being hounded on by her own peers on a supposed-to-be calm Saturday morning.

“Come on, Hearth! You’ve been writing to this guy for how many days now. Why not just muster the courage to meet him?” Sebastian nudges her shoulder softly, taking a sloppy bite out of runny eggs. Ominis, who sat in between Sebastian and Cecily, immediately pretended to gag. “Sebastian, if you would please eat with your mouth closed” He sternly requested, a scowl forming on his face. 

Cecily rolls her eyes before replying to Sebastian, “Well, what if he’s not what I had pictured him? It’s one of those situations where they insist on never meeting your heroes… except, maybe replace the word ‘heroes’ with ‘pen pals’, I suppose?” She sighs, taking a bite out of buttered toast. 

“Good thing he is not a hero, then!” Sebastian giggles, his arm reaching to the side and wrapping around Ominis’s shoulders. Ominous begrudgingly allows him to. “Look, how long are you planning to keep this up, anyways? You think consistent writing is enough to fuel human connection?”

“If we don’t try, then how will we ever know?” 

“Daft dimwit, you go to the same school!” 

Ominis giggles as he covers his mouth. Cecily pouts at Sebastian, now ravenously eating the toast on her plate. There was a mix of worry and a slight anticipation within her. Of course she would love to meet Amit, but what if she was not all he had expected as a friend? What if she doesn’t like him in person either? The mere concept of not knowing had rendered Cecily fearful for things that have yet to happen. 

She groans one last time before finishing her toast.

“I need to get new quills. Mine have worn themselves down” Cecily says as she prepares herself to venture towards Hogsmeade. Sebastian makes a face, “See, this sheer act of love has accosted you more knuts in the past few days. If you actually talk to him in person, you’d save more of your allowance as well!” He points out as his hand was occupied with orange juice. 

Ominis joins in, “I have to admit, that does seem practical. What say you, Cecily?” Cecily sighs in defeat before exiting her seat and giving Ominis a small pat on the head. “I’ll see you guys later” She says as she lightly smacks Sebastian on the head. “Ow! Honestly, we’re giving such good advice…” He mumbles under his breath, Ominis giggling with satisfaction in seeing his poor friend getting hit. 

Cecily simply puts on a triumphant smirk before leaving the Great Hall, finally starting her trip to Hogsmeade. The weather was cloudy outside, a bit chilly but still bearable. Cecily had donned on a sweater and a long skirt– except she had also put on big pants underneath her ensemble. It is unfortunately a length she must take as she very easily gets cold. 

Her walk was quiet and uneventful, watching other students pass by her also on their way to spend their day drinking Butterbeer or checking out the shops. In the midst of her solace, thoughts started to cloud her. Cecily started to consider the pros and cons of possibly meeting Amit. 

For one, she could finally stop wasting her sickles and knuts on stupid parchment and quills ever so often (as Sebastian suggested). She wouldn’t have to wait for a response every few hours every time she sends an owl. Conversations would actually be seamless– an actual back and forth exchange of words. As a bonus, she would also see how Amit finally looks. Though it is unimportant, it would be nice to know the face of the guy that she had taken an interest in.

Now the cons; Cecily is afraid she might not be what Amit had expected. She worries he might even stop their friendship altogether. ‘Never meet your pen pals’ sounded like a really convenient decision to make because what if her appearance breaks their flow altogether? She didn’t want to lose Amit. In what sense, one asks? In every sense possible. 

The familiar gates of Hogsmeade finally drowned out her overthinking. The familiar hubbub and noise greeted her ear like an old friend. Cecily quickly strides to Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, the go-to place for students for their stationery needs. On the way over, she scans the nearby shops. Perhaps after her small purchase, a Butterbeer and a meal at The Three Broomsticks. 

Cecily finally arrives at her destination, the smell of parchment and ink hitting wafting through the outside of the shop. Ethel Wigley, the shop owner, promptly smiled at her as she entered the glass doors with a jingle of the bell. “Ah, my most frequent customer! Good to see you today, love!” 

There was only one other person in the shop, scanning through stationery and a few knickknacks. Cecily smiles warmly at Ethel, “Sorry. I imagine you would get sick of my face by now, Miss Ethel” She sheepishly says, rubbing the nape of her neck. Ethel laughed, a hand over her chest as she did so, “Nonsense! It’s always nice to see your face here, love. Besides, it’s good for business as well!” She winks at Cecily. 

“Do you want your usual? I’ve got a fresh batch of cephalopod ink and the usual blue Fwooper quills you like” Ethel walks to the back of the store, grabbing the newer stocks of ink. “Oh– oh no, Miss Ethel I don’t need the fresh batch. What you’ve got on display is perfec-” Cecily was motioning her hand to a nearby display, only to accidentally hit another person. 

“Merlin! I’m so sorry!” She apologizes profusely. The boy smiles at her kindly, “Not to worry, nothing was spilled anyways” He moves out of Cecily’s way. “Such a gentleman you are, Sir Thakkar!” Ethel gleams at their interaction before putting down three blue Fwooper quills, two pots of cephalopod ink, and a rim of parchment.  

“Here you go! And of course, usual price” Ethel winks at Cecily, to which she replied with a jolt of her head and widened eyes. 

“Miss Ethel, that’s a drastic markdown with the original a-and these are like twice my usual orde–” Ethel tuts at her before waving her wand. The stationery was immediately put inside a box which levitated out of nowhere, securing itself with packaging paper matched with twine to wrap it all up. 

“No buts! I will only take the usual price and you shall not get these supplies unless you give me the exact amount!” Ethel raised her brow, a hand outstretched to accept the money. Cecily chuckles, shaking her head in disbelief. 

“Honestly, I cannot thank you enough, Miss Ethel!” She gives Ethel two sickles and three knuts. Ethel gratefully accepts her money with a beaming grin. “Now off you go love, I know you have much to write” She winks at Cecily once more. Cecily’s ears tinted pink with embarrassment, suddenly regretting that she had shared to Ethel about her pen pal.

Cecily strides to the doors heading outside, quickly giving a nod to the boy whom she accidentally hit before. The bell attached to the door rang aloud, but before Cecily could exit outside, Ethel called out to her.

“Oh, and Cecily love? I quite like your outfit!” 

Cecily’s giggle cuts through the shop, “Thank you, Miss Ethel! I’ll see you again!” she says before finally exiting. 

From inside the shop, Amit froze in place as he tried to process what name he had just heard being called out. 

Cecily? His Cecily? The one whose letters have been the highlight of most of his days, the one person who did not fail to listen to his talk about the stars. The person whose letters he just kept at his nightstand as it is merely an arm’s reach to read? His Cecily. 

Cecily.

He snaps out of his trance when he realizes the parchment he had been holding fell out of his hands. Amit shakes his head and finally finds the strength to rush over to Ethel. “Miss Wigley! You said Cecily? That girl– that was Cecily?” Feigning innocence, Ethel tilts her head at Amit. “Oh! Cecily? Yeah, I suppose I did say that indeed!” She gives him one final grin before going to the back area of the store. 

“I’m going to go on a break, Amit! And please,” 

The door towards the exit opened.

“Do go after her” 

And Amit does exactly that. 

He runs outside, completely disregarding any sort of human presence that may be in his way. “If I were Cecily, where would I go…” He murmured– before placing a palm to his face. “You don’t know her that well yet. How do I–” And just like that, he was hit with an idea so brilliant it should have awarded him with house points. 

“Revelio!” Amit casts. Like a hint in a puzzle, Cecily’s footsteps appeared on the floor. A sudden rush of excitement and adrenaline ran through his body. Filled with determination, he quickly follows the trail. 

Although everyone knows Amit as a Ravenclaw who loves to learn the stars and is very kind and level-headed, he is quite panicky in certain situations. This also falls under ‘certain situations’. He could not deny the happiness he was feeling, but there was also a heavy overlap of anxiety. Amit quite literally did not know what to feel, as he is very much torn between worlds at the moment. 

He notices the footsteps grow brighter, a smile flickering in his face. It led to a secluded part of Hogsmeade– the small benches nearing the white statues. Underneath the cherry tree, the familiar silhouette of the girl who had bumped into him earlier was there. 

Amit could not even begin to describe how beautiful she looked. 

Cecily had the package from Scrivenshaft's laid beside her at the bench. She was snacking on a licorice wand, quietly staring at nowhere. Her blonde hair had fallen on her shoulders past her sweater. Her eyes were as beautiful as nebulae in the heavens. Amit hadn’t noticed himself staring until his heart was racing. 

How does he approach her? Merlin, what does one even say to a person he had only been talking to through owls? Amit must think of a clever and cool open–

“C-Cecily?” 

Amit calls out a bit shakily. Cecily rears her head, her eyes locking on Amit’s seemingly out-of-breath state “Oh, you’re the boy from earlier! Did Miss Ethel send you? Have I forgotten someth-”

“I-I’m Amit!” 

There was nary a sound afterwards.

Both had just stared at each other, unsure of actions to take next. 

Thankfully, Cecily seemed to have found her voice. 

“Amit?” She asks again, a slight hint of anticipation in her voice.

“... Y-Yes, Cecily?” 

“Would you like to go to the Three Broomsticks with me?” 

And as if the world had found its breath again, Amit releases the tension in his muscles. His face contorts from relief to absolute happiness in a matter of seconds. With a wide grin, he bit his lip before answering.

“I would love to– uh…” 

“Cecily Hearth” She finally finds the courage to stand up and walk up to him carefully, holding out her hand with reddened ears and a shy smile. Amit felt content with simply seeing his Cecily looking at him that way.

“Amit Thakkar” He replies with his heart beating a mile a second, taking her hand with much willingness.

Neither felt the need to let go afterwards. 

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