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My sister is getting caught up w malevolent
She just sent me this
Oh girl just you wait
Happy Pride Month!! Here's my small contribution to @hogwartslegacyprideweek (it doesn't fit the prompts for today so I'm just going off vibes) ✨
Poppy and Imelda are my favourite sapphic ship, so I based their screenie off the oneshot I wrote for last year's Pride event. Ominis and Andrew is inspired by their past relationship in Wren & Wraith; no one quite knows how they broke up, but they had plenty of tender moments like this. (Please also admire the lil' wand heart, I'm obsessed!!)
Wishing everyone a joyful and safe Pride ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Relationships with: Ravenclaws
Consider this a seventh year look at things. Transcription + credit + LOTS of bonus chatter under the cut!
Coming Soon:
Relationships with: (more) Students
Relationships with: Hogsmeade
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Excerpt from Ch. 13
Between Battle and Becoming
Fig smiled, warm and proud. “Good. Then let’s prepare for our journey. We’ll need to be back before your party.”
She groaned. “Please don’t call it my party.”
“As you wish,” he said, amused. “The party you’re absolutely not excited for.”
She nudged him with her shoulder, and together they pushed open the castle doors. A rush of crisp morning air swept in, sunlight catching the stone steps outside. Raven stepped forward and nearly collided with someone coming in from the opposite direction. Strong hands caught her elbows before she could stumble.
“Raven—!”
Her breath hitched.
Andrew stood in front of her, cheeks flushed from the cold, a leather satchel slung across his chest and a long, narrow box tucked under one arm. His hair was wind-tousled, his royal blue scarf slightly askew, as though he’d been walking briskly for some time.
His eyes widened, surprised, melting into a crooked smile that made her stomach twist. “I— sorry,” he said, breathless. “I didn’t expect to run into you. Literally.” He lifted the box slightly, sheepish. “I had gone to Hogsmeade early. Wiseacre got a shipment of portable telescopes, and I wanted to be there when the shop opened.”
Of course he had. Andrew was a morning bird, up before dawn, happiest with a book or a star chart in hand.
Raven steadied herself, brushing a loose hair strand behind her ear. “I don’t know how you get up so early.”
He laughed softly. “Someone has to catch the sunrise.”
Fig cleared his throat gently behind her. “Mr. Larson, good morning.”
Andrew straightened immediately. “Professor! Apologizes, I didn’t see you there.”
Fig’s eyes bounced between them, the awkward closeness, and something like understanding passed over his face. With a subtle, knowing nod, he excused himself and headed toward the far archway, giving them space.
Andrew watched him, then turned back to Raven, his expression shifting into something hopeful and nervous.
“Happy Hallowe’en,” he said softly. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you.”
Raven’s fingers curled the end of her braid. “Happy Hallowe’en.”
He hesitated, searching her face. “I’m sorry if things have been… strange,” he said. “After that night. I never meant to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t,” she said quickly. “I just… wasn’t thinking clearly. The firewhiskey didn’t help.”
“We all had a bit too much to drink,” he said with a rueful smile. “I should’ve been more patient.”
“Andrew—”
He shook his head gently. “I’m not asking you to explain anything. I just… I don’t want you to think I regret any of it. That night meant something to me.”
Her breath stilled.
“And I think it meant something to you too,” he added, voice soft but steady. “Even if you’re not sure what to do with it.”
Raven swallowed hard. “I care about you. I do. I just—”
“You don’t have to choose anything right now,” he said quickly, almost tripping over the words. “I’m not asking for that. I just… want you to know I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
He offered a small, hopeful smile, the kind that made her heart ache with guilt and affection all at once.
“Thank you for showing me that side of you,” he said quietly. Then, as if gathering courage, he reached into his satchel and pulled out a rolled bundle of parchment, tied with a lilac ribbon.
“I’ve been meaning to give you this.”
Raven took it slowly, fingers brushing his as she untied the ribbon. Unrolling music sheets, hand-written, uneven lines, notes trailing off mid-measure, tiny corrections scattered throughout. But the melody was clear to her.
“I’m not the best at writing music,” Andrew admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I kept second-guessing the chords.”
Raven stared at the notes. She could almost hear the song, the way it might sound played softly in an empty room, each note a quiet confession.
“I don’t know if it’s any good,” he added quickly. “But I wanted you to have it. I wrote it for you.”
She looked up, eyes shining. “Thank you, Andrew. It’s beautiful.”
He smiled softly. “I’m glad you think so.”
🔗Links for Traces of Lilacs can be found in my bio! Happy Reading!💜✨
Andrew 🖤