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In fairy tales and fantasy, two types of people go in towers:Â princesses and wizards.
Princesses are placed there against their will or with the intention of âkeeping them safe.â This is very different from wizards, who seek out towers to hone their sorcery in solitude.
I would like a story where a princess is placed in an abandoned tower that used to belong to a wizard, and so she spends long years learning the craft of wizardry from the scraps left behind and becomes the most powerful magic wielder the world has seen in centuries, busts out of the tower and wreaks glorious, bloody vengeance on the fools that imprisoned her.Â
That would be my kind of story.
When Princess Talia was fourteen, her eldest sister was placed in a tower.
Princess Adina was eighteen by then, and so of a marriageable age. She had grown quite beautiful, though she was more willful than winsome, and she did not care for the notion of the tower very much at all. Their mother did her best to persuade her on the subject. After all, the queen herself had been eighteen when her own parents had sent her to live in that very same tower, to be safely tucked away until her husband could be chosen, and then ride out to claim her. A tradition going back ages and ages.
âIt was such a sight,â their mother said, wistfully. âI had been alone for so long. Reflecting upon the nature of the world, and my place in it, and what it would mean to serve my kingdom. And the solitude was difficult. But then one bright morning I saw a vision of a gallant knight riding towards me; and I knew I would never feel lonely again.â
âThen you had best make certain you pick a strong man to be my husband,â Princess Adina had replied. âFor if I go to that tower you can bet I will spend my time honing my skills with a blade, rather than staring wistfully out of windows. And any man who thinks to claim me for a bride by anyoneâs leave save my own will need to defend himself.â
Their mother had tutted, and their father had rolled his eyes; and when Princess Adinaâs belongings were packed with a very pointed dearth of swords or spears or knives, it was Talia who slipped a wrapped sabre into the travel wagons, and it was their middle sister, Devorah, who tied another to the underside of the first food cart to leave for the tower.
Barely a few weeks had passed since Adina left the castle, however, before word began to spread of dragon sightings in the south. The king and queen, of course, saw this is a good sign; and they let it be known that any lord bold enough to slay the dragon would be granted leave to rescue Princess Adina from her tower. It seemed all too fortuitous, for surely any man who could defeat a dragon could handle a willful princess; and Adina could hardly deny the bravery or skill of any such person.
âIt is perfect,â their mother had said.
That was before the dragon reached the tower.
Talia had been present when the messenger had arrived, bursting hastily into the hall, and speaking in broken tones about barricades destroyed, and mountains crossed, and ancient enchantments broken as the dragon had forged its way straight to the hidden princess. Rumours abounded of the dragon absconding with Adina; though some varied as to whether she had been seen clutched, terrified, in the menaceâs claws, or riding on its back, whooping loudly. (Calling for help, the court agreed - if anything; the confused descriptions of startled shepherds were unlikely to be too reliable, under the circumstances, of course).
The matter of rewards changed, of course, and so it became that any brave soul - lord or no - who could rescue Adina from the dragon could claim the princess for their bride. Talia worried, but she didnât worry too much. She was of a mind that if the dragon was still alive, then it was likely because Adina wanted it that way; and her sister was, at least, out of the tower she had held such contempt for.
Not six months after the incident, a story came back, too, of a renowned hero who had nearly slain the dragon at its caves in the west; only to be disarmed by Princess Adina herself, who, by his report, made a very rude and anatomically improbable suggestion, before knocking him down a mountainside.
The king and queen seemed convinced the report was nothing but slander; but Talia was inclined to give it far more credence than tales of her sister weeping whole rivers of tears or cowering beneath the dragonâs glare.
It was around that time that Princess Devorah began sneaking out of the palace at night.
Talia discovered this one evening while in the midst of her stargazing. If her eldest sister could be said to be beautiful and headstrong, then it would be easy to claim that the middle sister was plainer, and yet more charming. She owned a pale blue cloak, that suited her quite well; but that stood out, too, in the moonlight, as she slipped away through the palace gardens.
This went on for quite some time before Talia at last confronted her sister, who blushed most tellingly at being discovered.
âI have found my knight,â she admitted. âThere is a doorway in the gardens, and it opens to the fairy forest. I did not mean to go, the first night. It was only that I saw the doorway, and I wondered where it went. And I could not help but think that my own time to be locked away in a tower is coming swiftly, and what a thing it might be to escape, and that perhaps fate had given me a chance. But then I got lost in the fairy forest. It was strange and dangerous, and I feared I had been too foolish for words, until my knight found me.â
Talia saw the lovestruck look on her sisterâs face, and felt a great well of sympathy for her.
âFairy folk are strange and dangerous, but Mother and Father are not without pity. If your knight is as noble as he sounds, perhaps they will understand,â she suggested.
But Devorah only sighed, and shook her head.
âPerhaps they would, if my knight were a man. But she is a maiden, as fair as moonlight. And I would have her no other way.â
Taliaâs sympathy increased tenfold, at that, for she knew as well that their parents might make some concessions, but that would be a bridge too far for either of them. As she began to offer comfort, however, Devorah turned it back towards her.
Her sister told her, then, of the plan she and her fairy knight had concocted; that when Devorah was taken to her tower, her knight would come, and open a door there; and then Taliaâs sister would away with her to the fairy realm for good. The tower would sit empty. The suitor their parents at last settled upon would ride out to find no one waiting for him.
âI planned to tell you,â Devorah assured her, and then offered her a single silver bell. âWhen it is your time to go to the tower, stand on the highest point and ring that bell. A door will open, and you can come away with us. The fairy realm can be frightening, but my beloved will help us, and as well-read as you are, I am certain you will have more of an idea of what to expect than I ever did.â
Talia took the bell, and hugged her sister, and thanked her; though she admitted that she did not know what she would feel, when it came her own time to go to the tower. But Devorah only said it would be her choice, whichever she made.
And indeed, after a year had passed, her sister went to the tower with none of the fuss nor complaint that Princess Adina had put up. Being as charming as she was, there were no lack of suitors for their parents to choose from; and it was not long at all before the king and queen made an advantageous match with the eldest son of a neighbouring kingdom, just beyond the western mountains where Adina and her dragon still roamed.
When the son came back empty-handed, accusations of trickery abounded. The western kingdom accused the king and queen of withholding their daughter; and the king and queen accused the western kingdom of stealing her to some unknown fate. In the end matters were only settled once a scryer confirmed that Princess Devorah had not been in the tower when her suitor arrived; and then, the dispute was settled with the consolation offer of Talia in Devorahâs place.
The rulers of the western kingdom demanded their princess at once; but Taliaâs parents insisted that she was still too young. A compromise was reached. Since the tradition of the family was to ensconce their princesses in towers, and since twice these towers had been breached and the princesses lost, the king of the western lands offered a tower in his own domain. There Talia would stay until she turned eighteen, and was of age to marry the prince.
Even so, the king and queen would not have agreed, but for the fact that the western rulers were renowned for their masterful sorcery and spellwork. Should conflict break out, the armies they could amass would be formidable indeed.
âSometimes princesses must think of their kingdoms first,â Taliaâs mother told her.
And so Talia did think of her kingdom.
She thought of it as she rode with her accompaniment through the mountains, and when a great dragonâs roar split the air; and when her guards scattered in fright, or else were pinned down by the claws of a great, emerald beast, with eyes like flames and wings that sounded of lightning when they clapped. She thought of it when her eldest sister slid down from the dragonâs neck, and rushed to hold her, and begged her not to be afraid.
âYou come with us,â said Princess Adina. âThe western prince is a monster, and the rest of his family no better. I would not let a pig marry him, nevermind my little sister.â
Talia marvelled at how well-informed her dragon-riding sister seemed to be, but Adina only waved off such questions.
âI go into town all the time,â she said. âNo expects to see a princess who was kidnapped by a dragon wandering around a market square.â
âAnd you spend enough of my coin for them to overlook it, even if they were suspicious,â rumbled the dragon, though it sounded more amused than anything else.
âYou are the one who demanded expensive company,â Adina returned.
Talia watched them with fascination, and wondered if they might not be able to fight an army themselves. But her sister was forced to sadly admit that her dragon was nearly more show than substance, and that any well-armed force would take them down with relative ease. Particularly when they could bring magic to bear.
And so Talia thought of her kingdom, as she declined her sisterâs offer, and sadly sent both she and her dragon on their way. Then she set about encouraging her guards to come back, and help gather the horses, so they could head out again.
She thought of her kingdom all the way up to the tower itself. It was a bleak spire. Once a sorcererâs lookout and secluded place of study, according to their guide; who then helped set up the wards and enchantments. Talia thought of her kingdom as she bid everyone goodbye. As she made her way inside with her things, and found that though the place had clearly been cleaned and dusted, it was sparse and severe and cold. Dark stone twisted up the walls, and drafts blew through the ragged edges of the window frames. The lights were magic, at least, but only half of them worked, and there was little in the way of artwork or decoration.
Talia thought of her kingdom as she selected a room on the highest floor, and unpacked her things.
But when at last it was dark, and she was alone, she did not think of her kingdom. She thought of herself, instead, and she wished she had flown away with Adina and her dragon. She wished she could climb to the top of the tower, and ring her silver bell, and escape with Devorah and her knight. She thought of the unfairness of being sent to her tower too soon, and even vindictively imagined having told her parents of Devorahâs escapades, and being spared this fate by forcing her sister to do her duty instead.
And then she felt an awful wretch, for thinking such a thing; and she cried herself ragged until she fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, her mood was grim.
She woke to the discovery that the usual enchantments were in place, which was something of a relief. Princess Talia was educated in matters of diplomacy, finance, tactics, mathematics, literature, history, geography, and many more besides, but she had no idea of how to boil an egg. The tower gave her meals in the kitchens, and warmed the hearth against the cold; and she spent her first day mostly in that room, with one of the books sheâd brought clutched firmly in her hand, wondering how she was supposed to survive years of this without going mad.
Or if, perhaps, the intent of all this business with towers was precisely to drive a princess mad. It would explain a good deal about her mother.
The second night, she cried again, and the one after was much the same; but on the fourth day, she woke to the grey dawn, and the cawing of ravens outside her window; and she decided that if she was going to live in this tower for many days yet to come, then she may as well explore it. She made a point of mapping out all the floors, and figuring out how to reach the highest part, if it ever came to it. And she found that the attic was full of old boxes of clothes. Robes and hats and gloves and scarves, worn things and shimmery things, and a very impressive collection of walking sticks.
That was all well and good, and sorting through it gave her a diversion, at least. She aired out some of the clothes. They were much too big for her, of course, and the tower wardrobe could provide her with some very nice dresses. But she imagined she might tire of very nice dresses, after a while, and some of the robes looked very comfortable.
The real find, however, came the next day, when she discovered the door to the basement.
She had thought that the spareness of the tower was owed to its lack of usual occupancy; but when she found the basement, another answer made itself clear - someone had taken practically everything out of the main rooms, and shoved it all haphazardly into the basement, and closed the door on it.
Talia supposed she could see, on one level, why someone might have deemed the objects in the basement unsuitable for a princess. Though she could not fathom why they assumed a bored princess would not simply go downstairs at some point. She felt inexplicably insulted at the lack of locks on the door; though this feeling swiftly gave way to curiosity, instead.
The rooms contents had not been kindly handled. She tskâd over books that had been dumped in piles, their pages crinkled and their spines twisted. Some heavy tomes on stands had been left to accumulate dust and cobwebs, and boxes full of glass bottles had been ungently handled, leaving some to crack and leak suspicious liquids that stained the floor. Several rune-marked skulls lined a shelf in the room, and looked to be the only things that had not been touched much. There was strange furniture, and jars of things like powdered unicornâs horn, which told her plenty about the ignorance of the people who had cleaned up this place, because even she knew that was valuable stuff.
At length, she rolled up her sleeves, and set about organizing it, just as she had done the attic. Though, in this case, the task was much larger. She broke down into its simplest steps. Step One - the books. Going through the mess, she picked out all the books she could find, and did what she could for them. Some were in languages she did not recognize. Even the ones she recognized had uncommon titles, like A Beginnerâs Guide to Necromancy, and The Lost Art of Summoning, and A Comprehensive Bestiary of the Northern Wilds.
The books proved not only to be the first step in cleaning up the basement, but also the worldâs most sufficient distraction. Talia found herself paging through them out of sheer fascination with the volume of subjects available, and the fact that she knew next to nothing of these topics. Soon enough she had gathered up every book for beginners she could find, and before long she discovered that one of the largest tomes was a dictionary, and she unearthed also a translation guide for one of the unfamiliar languages that seemed common to the texts.
It was, then, slower going for the tasks of dealing with the broken bottles in the crates - in the end she found a pair of thick gloves in the attic, and picked out the ones that were not broken, and shoved the rest - crates and all - into one of the empty closets.Â
After a reading a bit more, she then barricaded the closet.
She left the skulls be until she opened up the book on Necromancy, and then she carried them up to a room where the moonlight could hit them. That evening she had her first proper conversation inweeks as she took a chair into the room, and waited for nightfall, and then spoke to some quite interesting and helpful spirits. They were transparent of course, and not all of them were very coherent. But they seemed happy to be out of the basement, and keen enough to help her get a better understanding of some concepts from the books that had been tricky for her.
She organized the jars of ingredients, and discovered several discarded cauldrons, and after some more reading, she went back up to the attic and fetched down the wizard staffs that she had taken for walking sticks, and put them where theyâd be closer to hand. In a box under an overturned table she discovered a smashed crystal ball, with a tiny pixieâs skeleton in it; and an unbroken crystal ball which gleamed and glowed only faintly when she held it up to the stars.
It made her think of Devorah and her knight. So that evening she did at last go up to the highest point of her tower, and ring her silver bell.
Sure enough, a door appeared in the basement. She wrapped the pixie skeleton in a piece of black velvet, and tucked the crystal ball under her arm, and opened the door.
Her sister was delighted to see her, though confused as well. It was too soon for Talia to be in her tower. So it was that Talia had to explain what had transpired, and when she did, Devorah was overcome. It made her feel triply awful for her uncharitable thoughts that first evening, to see her sister cry and offer to go back and take her place.Â
âYou have to stay here with your knight,â Talia insisted. âIt isnât all bad. There are some interesting things in the tower. And if I can talk to you sometimes, as well as the skulls, I probably wonât go mad.â
Devorah blinked back her tears.
âThe skulls?â she asked, in a voice that said she was worried her sisterâs mental state had already faltered.
So then Talia found herself explaining about the tower, and its basement, and the crystal ball she had brought, and the little skeleton, too. That made Devorah cry a bit more, because she was a kind heart, and she had grown fond of the little pixies in the fairy realm - even the vicious ones. She called for her knight to come, then, and Talia watched as a silvery figure rode up on a white horse that looked more like a ghost than a proper steed, however solid it may have been to the eye.
Devorahâs love looked like moonlight made flesh; slender but sharp as the blade of a knife, and she bowed with courtly grace. She showed less grief over the pixies than the princesses did. But then, her expression seemed to reveal very little at all, until it turned to Devorah. At which point it would soften, and stars would seem to dance in the dark pools of her eyes.
âWho is this prince, who is so perilous a betrothal?â the fairy knight asked.
âI do not know him. I know only his reputation, which had seemed fine enough, until Adina spoke to me,â Talia explained.
âI know a little more of him,â Devorah admitted, frowning. âAdina and I went to one of his sisterâs weddings, years ago. You were too young to come along. He was a horrible brat, but then, he was a child. His father wasnât much better, though.â
The fairy knight looked at the tiny pixie skeletons, and then at once broke the crystal ball. The wisp of a sprite which escaped was small and quick, barely there before it was gone again. But Talia didnât mourn the loss of the crystal ball. And after a moment, her sisterâs knight tilted her head towards her, and went and drew a small vial from her saddlebags.
âThis is a poison of sleep,â said the knight. âIf you drink of it, you will fall into a trance, and will not wake but for true loveâs kiss. In dreams you may find freedom. I would have offered it to Devorah, had she refused me, and her suitor proven cruel. I will offer it to you, now. Should the worst come to pass, drink it.â
The tiny vial was silver and elegant. Pretty enough, even by the reckoning of princesses. Talia took it, with gratitude. And when she left through the fairy door before dawn, and came back into her tower, she felt lighter than she had since leaving home.
For several months, then, the little silver vial rested in her pockets, as she wore dresses but also sometimes robes. Talia learned the few benefits of a life primarily alone, in an empty and unoccupied tower that was locked up tight - though even her mostly-indoor spirit began to long for the feeling of wind in her hair, and grass between her toes, she could also parade around the rooms naked as she pleased. Or clad only in a long robe which railed behind her, as she sang songs with no one to care that they might be off-key, or that they were ones she had overheard drunken servants singing.
She poured through her new books and consulted with spirits, cavorted with her sister and the fairies by night, and one morning she woke up and snapped her fingers in a moment of grand epiphany; and flames darted up at the gesture.
And alone, in the long and quiet days, she learned.
Four months into her stay, Talia discovered how to unlock the tower door. It was a simple spell, in fact. More a matter of tricking the tower into doing as she wished. She strolled the grounds, well away from any guard posts, and found wild vines and strange plants growing in the tower gardens. There was a book of plants inside, and so she dragged it out with her the next day, and set about identifying all the growing things she could not recognize; which, apart from the dandelions, was nearly everything.
She dusted off the cauldron, then, and must have burned herself sixteen different times in attempting to master the various magical recipes involving the garden plants. And plants from the fairy realm, as well. In one of the big, heavy tomes, which always seemed to fight her every time she turned the pages, she discovered a recipe for the sleeping draught which Devorahâs fairy knight had given her; and by the gleam of a full moon, she gathered ingredients from both worlds, and set about trying to recreate it.
Success was difficult to gauge without tasting the end results, though. She was very sure to label her own attempts accordingly, and dared not drink any of them.
It was not a bad life. Not at all. It was lonely, at times, but with Devorah and the spirits, not terribly so. And the freedoms she found were beginning to seem more and more appealing. As time went on, Talia found herself thinking she would much rather stay in her tower than see any shining prince approach from the horizon.
But when at last he came, she was ready for him.
The time almost snuck up on her, but the terrain visible up from the tower window was wide and barren, and one night as she went to bed she chanced to see a campfire burning. And she counted the days in her head, and then fell into a flurry of activity. She readied a fine dress, and packed up her things. She slipped the best staff in amongst her chest of clothes, and packed the skulls in with her jewellery. She slipped the sleeping potion into her pocket, and emptied out the bottom of the crate containing her shoes and slippers; and she did away with half of them, and fit as many of the most important books she could manage in their place. She hid potions ingredients in among her make up, and her own notes were kept safely in her diary. And every spare nook or cranny she could find, she stuffed something she deemed worthy; until the things she had first arrived with had become like a veil for the things she had uncovered since.
âYou find yourself in that tower,â her mother had once told her.
And her mother had found her place as queen; and Adina had found a dragon; and Devorah had found her doorway out. As the sound of hoofbeats grew closer, Talia stared towards the horizon of the western kingdom. Her fingers toyed with the stopper of the sleeping draught.
She wondered what she had really found.
Why drink it yourself? one of the spirits had asked her, the first night she had come back from visiting her sister, with the tiny vial in hand. It seems to me that the logical thing to do, in an unhappy marriage, is poison the other person. Especially when that opens a door to you taking his kingdom out from under him.
Such interesting things, her skulls had to say.
And of course, the kingdom she would marry into was one ruled by magic. Sometimes princesses must think of their kingdoms first.
With a wry little twist of her lips, Talia practised her best expression of swooning relief, and waited for her prince.
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Wait, so, after being chosen as the fourth TriWizard Champion, Harry was immediately asked if he had an older student put his name in for him. So, like, was it actually that easy? Because if it was, you canât tell me that some broke-ass Slytherin seventh-year didnât immediately realize this and start raking in the cash. Like damn, they donât want to be a part of this Insane Danger Stunt Show themselves, but theyâll put basically any scrap of paper you want into that stupid cup for a sickle.
Youâre a first-year who canât cast Wingardium Leviosa yet? Whatever, sure, just pay up. Thereâs no way youâre going to be chosen against Angelina âCan Probably Crush You With Her Thighsâ Johnson, but at least you can tell all your eleven-year-old buddies that you Did A Cool Thing.
You wanna forcibly enter your friend without their consent? Hell no, get that shit out of here. Iâm a Slytherin, not a complete bastard. If Iâve hear about you trying this shit again, Iâmma curse your butt into the Lake and report you to Flitwick. You might think thatâs funny because heâs short, but you will learn, young padawan. You will fear the Flitwick.
Youâre a third-year who thinks that becoming the Hogwarts Champion will impress your crush? Okay, into the fiery cup. But also lmfao, have you even seen Cedric âHottie McDreamy the Hufflepuffâ Diggory? Like, hot damn.Â
You wanna enter your owl? Your cat? Your toad? Go for it, man, thatâd be effing hilarious. I would actually pay to see that Tournament.
Youâre a fifth-year who genuinely wants to enter the Tournament? Well, okay, but man, I am roomies with Cassius âWake Up Before Noon At Your Own Riskâ Warrington and heâd be grinding you into the floor under the heel of his handmade, Italian, dragon-hide shoes before you even knew what hit you.
You wanna enter⌠McGonagall? No, no, nonononono. Thatâs how people effing die, man. Like, she would destroy the competition and it would be glorious to behold and I would cry tears of awe at the sheer beauty of her wrath⌠but also, I am too young and beautiful to die. She would find us and we would die. Best scenario is she keeps us as pet mice forever.
So after the Weasley twins get their Age Potion issues fixed, a tiny Slytherin first-year girl sidles up to them in the halls and whispers, âYou wanna enter the Tournament? Phil can hook you up. But you didnât hear it from me!â And so the Weasley twins go find Phil, and Phil tells them straight up, âOne slip for a sickle, three for two, five for three, and ten for four.â
Fredâs like, âDoes entering your name more than once actually do anything?â
Phil, âDonât know, donât care.â (It doesnât, Philâs checked. Heâd charge more if it did.)
And how does Phil get away with entering all these names? He tells all the supervising professors that heâs entering his own name - again and again and again - for a better chance at being selected. Professor Sprout informs him gently that this wonât make a difference and Phil tells her with the wide-eyed innocence of someone running a major scam operation that âMight as well try, Professor! Maybe diligence with pay off in the long run!â
Sproutâs heart melts, and everyone in the know facepalms. Everyone not in the know looks at him with âcheating Slytherin!â expressions and Phil dgaf because heâs got a giant pile of money now, suckers. [Snape noticed something was up, but didnât care enough to stop it. Moody also noticed, but didnât do anything. (Barty approves.)]
Entering more names doesnât help because itâs not a lottery, the Goblet actually chooses, so a person can only really be entered once. Itâs probably actually a good thing that Cedric âTried to have a won Quidditch match made invalid out of fairnessâ Diggory and Harry âI am confused and I donât want to be hereâ Potter were chosen. Because if fourth-year Ravenclaw Travis Collins had been chosen, the Goblet would have spat out all one-hundred and eighty-three scraps of paper with his name on it.
âKids these days have too much pocket-money,â Phil comments as he comforts his boyfriend, Cassius Warrington, for being passed over in favor of Cedric âMade of Sugar, Spice, and Everything Niceâ Diggory, and counts the massive pile of money heâs collected. âKinda wish the fiery cup had picked that kidâs Kneazle, though. That wouldâve been awesome.â
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I wanna read more about Phil and his boyfriend Cassius Warrington.
OK, but I read the part about entering your pets and all I can think about is the name âTrevor Longbottomâ coming out of the cup and the teachers are all confused because âdid we somehow miss or forget that Neville has an older brother? Did Frank and Alice have a secret hidden love child during their Hogwarts years?â Meanwhile, half the Gryffindors are groaning and face palming because who doesnât know about Trevor âconstantly lost but probably actually trying to escape this insane asylum of a schoolâ Longbottom? and poor little nervous Neville, who certainly had nothing to do with Trevorâs name being entered, slowly makes his way too the front of the room and Dumbledore just looks at him curiously and Neville gulps and extends his hands, which Trevor is sitting in and as realisation dawns on the various professorâs faces, everyone collectively looses their shit.
Iâm laughing so hard. Also also just imagine Errolâs name coming out. Oh man. Just⌠Oh manâŚ
This is my favorite hc ever and I need a fic on this desperately
(OP here) Oh man, you are all my favorite people. But that animal thing is totally technically possible, because Barty Confunded the Goblet of Fire, right? It would take an exceptionally powerful and talented witch or wizard to enchant such an ancient magical artifact, right? But seriously, what if Barty had fucked up? That thing is ancient, thereâs no way anyone in modern day really knows how the fuck it works.
Frankly, I am completely convinced that the Goblet of Fire is a horrible hodgepodge of experimental magic as some random witch tries to create some way to choose Champions. I have henceforth named her Gonilda and she is the magical computer programmer of 1294, and the creation process of the Goblet was a fucking disaster.
Like, âShit, Iâve got this super ugly pot that my kid made me in his pottery class the other day, will that do?â âOkay, okay, how do I make the Goblet have only three schools?â âFuck, Fredreich, made a note to make sure that it wonât explode if more than 13 students are entered because apparently this stubborn piece of ceramics canât count for shit.â âHOW THE FUCK IS THIS JUDGING PROCESS SUPPOSED TO WORK? IF THIS SON OF A PITCH DOESNâT COOPERATE, IâM MAKING THIS SHIT RANDOM.â (âGonilda, no.â âGONILDA, YES, DAMN IT!â) âOkay, okay, I think it works now. But also, I have no idea how to reset it. Can we only hold this shitty tournament once?â (âGonilda, no.â âFuck you, Fredreich.â) âOKAY, NOW IT WORKS! Just one more tiny detail an- Shit, itâs on fire now. âŚCan I just leave it on fire? Iâm leaving it on fire.â (âGonilda, no.â âIâm done, Iâm out. Itâs on fire and Iâm not going to do shit about it.â)
Person in charge of running the Triwizard Tournament: âAh, Fredreich, wonderful! And you met our deadline! Please give ours thanks to Mistress Gonilda for her exceptional wo- ⌠Why is it on fire?â
Gonilda (in the distance): âBECAUSE FUCK YOU, THATâS WHY.â
So basically, the Goblet of Fire works because nobody fucking touch it. Itâs on fire, we donât need to make it explode, folks. Just nobody do anything weird to it and we all collectively pray it keeps working.
And then along comes Barty Crouch Junior and heâs like, âIâmma Confund this cup for this Evil Plot by the Dark Lord Voldemort so it chooses Harry Potter.â Except the Goblet of Fire is a disaster and Bartyâs Confundus works for maybe five minutes before something in it breaks, and itâs magical programming is basically just flipping through magical error messages.
Error 400: Bad Request - What the Fuck Are You Doing, Dipshit?!?
Error 403: Forbidden - Dear Fredreich, Stop Doing Shit, You Donât Know Crap. With Much Love, Mistress Gonilda.
Error 405: Method Not Allowed - Seriously, Dipshit, What the Fuck?
Error 409: Conflict - With Literally Everything. Great Going, Assface.
Barty, why? Why would you try and poke an ancient disaster like this? You were so preoccupied with whether you could do it that you didnât stop to think if you should. You did it, you crazy son of a bitch, you did it. See, here I am now by myself, talking to myself. Thatâs Chaos Theory.
AnywayâŚ
Cue small, adorable, innocent first-year voice rising out of the crowd at the Champion Selection Ceremony: âHeadmaster Dumbledore? Why is there black smoke coming out of it?â
Cue second small, adorable, innocent first-year voice: âIs it supposed to be making that tea-kettle sound? Why is it screaming?â
Then the Goblet just starts spitting out Champions like itâs freakinâ Oprah or something. Set fire to the fucking rain. YOU GET TO BE A TRIWIZARD CHAMPION! YOU GET TO BE A TRIWIZARD CHAMPION! EVERYBODY GETS TO BE A TRIWIZARD CHAMPION!
(Errol Weasley, Trevor Longbottom, every female Durmstrang student, Professor Trelawny, the Weasley twins twice, a Hogwarts seventh-year from every house, Fleur Delacour and a group of Beauxbatons boys that looks like a boy-band in disguise, Harry Potter five times over, that one kidâs Kneazle, etc. The list goes on.)
Cassius Warrington looks beside him to his boyfriend, who is currently trying to slide underneath a table and maybe phase himself out of existence by sheer willpower, muttering about how heâs now going to die at the hands of Minerva McGonagall and running away to Barbados.
âPhil,â Cassius says seriously, âWhat the fuck did you do.â

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i canât believe harry potter uses a class system based on blood type, what a homestuck rip-off
yknow 1 of the little things i appreciate about kid icarus is how realistically pitâs outfit accommodates his wings
But the real question is how does he get his spandex top on over his wings
hereâs a little drawing i made hopefully explaining it:
Even better question: How does he get out of it again. 8D
alright, well iâve seen a few people asking this, so iâm back again (this time on my main blog) to try to explain it:
i hope this clears anything up!
Do you have wings
#PLEASE  #I honestly live for Eridan looking up to Dualscar and wanting to be just like him and they genuinely enjoy each otherâs company #and while theyâre shooting things and yelling and laughing Cronus is just in the other room trying to write music like why do I have to live
@disgruntledbyeverything they have a good time
Yesterday I had a friend tell me how one of her close friends has a whole bunch of succulents, and she has given each one the name of her close friends. She nurses them, takes care of them, talks to them, and if one ever starts to get sick or not grow well, she talks to the friend in question and something is almost always bothering them.
And if that isnât one of the cutest examples of subtle green witchcraft I donât know what is.
imagine if instead of calling voldemort âyou know whoâ, they had done the benedict cumberbatch thing, so they would speak in hushed whispers about lollipop vladimir or lanky vanderbilt
lackadoodle vaudeville
Lloyd Vulgarity.

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whatâs with all these stories of hundred plus year old vampires falling in love with teenagers like yes they might LOOK your age but youâve got a few centuries of maturity on them I want vampires falling in love with 40 year old suburban housewives and business executives and preschool teachers not high school students
vampires falling in love with spry 90-year-old great-grandmothers
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Yâknow what would be a cool idea? Taking the commonly-accepted fantasy races and swapping around their domains and associations. Just to shake things up a bit.
Elves as subterranean builders and miners, spindly and pale from the lack of sunlight and with a highly developed sense of hearing, even to the point of echolocation, to get around in places with zero light. Talented craftsmen with small, precise fingers, masters of prosthetic technology because itâs all too easy for a delicate limb to get snagged in machinery or crushed in a cave-in.
Dwarves that are mountain and alpine-forest dwelling herdsmen, sturdy against the extreme climate. They pride themselves on the understanding that they know whatâs important and are some of the best cavalry around- even able to tame and forge agreements with the big cats that wander the area. With solid legs and powerful shoulders from running up slopes or rappelling down them after stray lambs. Lowland dwarves that are seafarers, as surefooted on the rigging of a tossing ship as their mountain cousins are on the slopes.
Goblins and orcs that are city-builders and empire-makers, architects that build walled citadels and metropolises, the diplomats that pull the other races together and reap the profits in the form of the most trade agreements. Building roads to link settlements together and guarding them with rigorously trained and well-outfitted soldiers. Wealthy orc merchants who flaunt status with painstakingly etched tusks, inlaid with gold or precious minerals.
*steals @viridian-sunâs tags*
also: humans that are the most magical race living in their ancient ivory towers and impossible castles their glory days are behind them but you wonât tell that to their face
hey guys psa regarding hospital bills
donât just pay it. do not automatically pay the hospital bill when you receive it. call your health insurance provider and POLITELY say, âexcuse me, i just received a bill for $1200 for my hospital visit/ER visit/etc., is that the correct amount iâm supposed to pay?â because hospitals bill you before your health insurance and they will take your money no matter how the amount due may change based on your health insurance looking at it. 90% of the time, if your health insurance is in any way involved in the payment of that bill, you do not have to pay as much as the hospital is billing you for. call your health insurance provider first, and POLITELY request clarification, always remember that the person you are talking to is human and this is just their job, and then you will very likely find out you actually only owe $500.
donât shout at anyone about it, donât get mad, just understand that this is The Way Things Are right now and call your health insurance provider before paying the bill your hospital just sent you. thereâs a chance the hospital bill might be correct, true, but call your health insurance provider.
THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT. after my car accident last year the hospital billed me ~$8000. They sent me letters asking me to pay, and I called them back saying my insurance was processing the claim. This is also what I told the collection agency when they kept calling me about the $1000 emergency room fee (billed separately from the hospital fee, mind you). Once everything got straightened out, all I was actually liable for was my $200 emergency copay.
!!!!!!! things my ass didnât know !!!!!!!!
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