#deli11

Title: Sweater Weather

Pairing: Felix Rosier/F! MC

Summary: You’re a reason for both pride and agony for the Slytherin house prefect. On one hand, you’re very bright and have a lot of potential…. on the other hand, you seem to always get in trouble with the boisterous group of friends of yours. Speaking of your friends, Felix notices you donning a rather choice sweater these past few weeks.

Word count: 2568 words.

Disclaimer: This is the first piece I’ve written after so long, so do excuse if the flow isn’t as smooth as I’d like it to be. There is a fair bit of ooc-ness, but I feel like that’s how Felix would act around someone he has a soft spot for lol

Author’s note: Congratulations @delicrieux on reaching 11K followers! This fic was written for their 11K challenge where you pick a title and fandom, and are given a deadline to create any form of fan art. It was a great challenge and is getting me back in the groove to write too. For anybody who (for some reason) does not know who they are, head on over and prepare to fawn/laugh/cry because all of their writings are works of art!

On with the fic

Autumn and winter have always been your more preferred time of the year. The air is much crisper, the winds cooler and the beverages warmer. Even the fashion for the seasons are right up your alley! What with all the (tasteful, reminds Andre) layering, the muted colours and multitude of accessories…what’s not to love?

The mood at Hogwarts is still rather lively, despite the sudden infestation of Boggarts around the castle. You had learnt the spell to defeat them quick enough, what after encountering one taking the shape of the Dark Lord in your brother’s room. You even used it once in the common room when it took shape of a dark mist enveloping half of the common room (a first year has a fear of the dark, how ironic that they end up in the house with dorms in the dungeon of all places) and when the Boggart disappeared, you smiled brightly to your prefect in hopes of getting some sort of acknowledgement only to be chided by Merula Snyde and Ismelda Murk. “You’re such a show off, (L/N).” “If the bloody first year couldn’t even handle a Boggart, we should just hex them until they learn their lesson.”

Felix Rosier was proud, not that he would show it. He or any reasonable prefect person would’ve done the same thing. You’d make a fine prefect, he has told you many times, with a little bit more guidance from me you’d even snag the position of Head Girl. You’d always just smile, say a soft ‘Thank you, Felix’ and scurry off. Always leaving him a little too soon for his taste.

 He stood at the front of the Great Hall with a few of the other prefects, watching over the students who were either having tea or studying and he couldn’t help but focus his attention on you. You and your friend Rowan Khanna were quite open in the fact that you were friends- close friends, with students from other houses. Now you were sitting at Hufflepuff’s table, engrossed in a conversation with Penny Haywood (who doesn’t know Haywood?). The way your eyes light up and threw your head back with laughter was something he could watch all day.

“Wotcher, Rosier.” Jane greeted, pulling Felix out of his trance. He gave her a small nod and raised his brow wordlessly. “What about my table has got your interest? You should be lookin after your own kids.”

“It’s nothing, really.” Felix cleared his throat, “I just noticed a few Slytherins are at your table and I don’t want them causing any trouble.”

“The main trouble of your house Felix, is that dreadful Merula Snyde and her cronies. She’s been a terrible bully at worst and a grieve annoyance at best.”

“Hear, hear.” Chester joined in. “And here I was thinking that (F/N) (L/N) would be a bigger issue but she’s the one carrying your house on her back. How does one even begin to amass that many points?”

“Well if you don’t talk about how her adventures are dangerous and not only threatens her life but the rest of Hogwarts then yes, she is an absolute joy.” Felix rolled his eyes, putting only half his usual amount of disdain in that sentence. “She could very well be a prefect too if not for her constant rule-breaking.”

“Tell me about it…” Angelica finally chipped in. “For the life of me, I can’t figure out how she managed to drag not one but two of my Gryffindors to enter that vault with her last year.”

“She went in with Gryffindors?” Felix cocked a brow. “I’m assuming to use them as human shields then, because what else are they good for?” he chided.

“Har har, Rosier. I would be mad, but Ben Copper and Bill Weasley did end up in cursed ice so I suppose you’re not far off… Speak of the devil, there he is now joining the ‘his fellow curse-breaker’.”

“His what?”

“That’s what he uses to refer to (F/N) when talking to his other friends. They seem quite close now.”

 Felix watched as you lot talked, opened the parcels and practically fawn over the gifts the Weasley boy had given you. Chester Davies was in the middle of planning their next study group session together when he just up and walked in your direction. You were laughing and the sound was melodious to him. Silently, he stood behind you unnoticed for a good few seconds.

“Blimey, one would think you’re her child and not me!” Bill laughed. “Yeah, she seems... fond of you already.” Rowan managed a smile.

 “A-hem,” a person cleared their throat from behind you. “Yes (L/N), you are quite the lovable one, aren’t you?”

You turned around, clutching the sweater to your chest “F-felix!”

“Felix.” Rowan and Penny smiled. “Rosier,” Bill nodded in a curt greeting.

“Khanna, Haywood.” He mustered up the tiniest smidge of what could be construed a smile. “Weasley.” His eyes narrowed.

“What brings you to the Hufflepuff table, Felix? Perhaps did Jane send you over?” Penny asked, her tone bright and not faltering under Felix’s stare. “I’ve just come to make sure (L/N) isn’t conjuring up any schemes to enter yet another Cursed Vault with you lot. If it is potentially dangerous I have to play my part and dissuade her from it.”

“Oh, come on Felix. I’m not that bad!” You grinned to your prefect, earning a cocked brow in response. “You know very well that you can’t stop me anyway, and if you intend on catching me scheming something you’re going to have to do better than this. ‘sides, we’re just opening up gifts we received from Mrs Weasley!”

You held up the sweater to show to him. “Lovely thing, innit? Has a W on it and everything! Penny’s got a beanie with a pompom on top, Rowan’s got a pair of mittens, and Ben Copper received a scarf earlier today.” Felix leaned in slightly to take a closer look. “The workmanship on them is beautiful. No wonder you lot seem so excited. Send my regards to your mother, Weasley.”

“Uh… thank you?” Bill glanced over to the gang who only shrugged back.

“Right then,” Felix stood straight and gave you a pointed look. “Stay out of trouble. I’ll see you in the common room, Khanna, (L/N).” And with that he walked off out the Great Hall.

“What was that all about?” You asked and nobody replied.

 ‘Prat, prat, prat, prat,’ Felix groaned inwardly. ‘What was that all about?’ Flipping the pages of his Transfiguration text book, he attempted to distract himself from the very fresh memory of acting like a total prat in front of you of all people. The fire crackled, providing a warm light in contrasting the cool darkness of Slytherin’s common room. He cringed at how he acted, but at the same time he felt like a field of flowers bloomed in his chest when he remembered your grin when you teased him. The grin you had on your face when you looked at him. Your grin for him. “Oh, bloody hell Rosier! Get over yourself.” He scolded himself.

“You know, I’d never thought I’d hear somebody say that to you. Imagine my surprise seeing that you’re the one saying it to yourself!” You smiled cheekily, taking a seat on the sofa across from his.

“(F/N)!” His hand slipped on his book and he pulled his hand back sharply after attempting to catch his falling book. “Bloody hell!” he looked at his fingers, thin lines of blood beginning to appear.

“Oh, hex! Sorry for scaring you Felix.” You quickly stoop up in front of him and pulled his hand to examine the paper cut. “Oof, that must sting! Allow me.”

“It’s fine, (F/N). Let me just-

“No, no. I insist.” You already pulled out your wand. “Episkey!” A small flash of light appeared and the cuts healed.

“Quick on your feet as always, (F/N). 5 House Points to Slytherin.”

“You know, I think that you’re sort of abusing your prefect powers by giving me points for every little thing I do.” You smiled, sitting back down on the sofa across from him.

“I’ll have none of that from you, (Y/N). Now, what brings you down here so late at night? Don’t you have an early class tomorrow?” Felix set the book on his lap, finally taking in the sight of you. Sure, you were wearing the sweater that Weasley boy had given you. But here you are, sat with him by the fire. Not with Khanna up in the dorms, or with Weasley Merlin-knows-where. With him.

“I’ve just come back from the kitchens when I spotted my favourite prefect studying alone late in to the night by the fire.” The corners of you lip twitched into a smirk, “thought he could use some company.”

Felix smirked back. “Favourite prefect, eh? Who is that I wonder?” You snorted at that. “You don’t see Angelica Cole anywhere do you?”

“Well,” he cleared his throat. “I’m flattered that I am your choice for favourite prefect. Not everyone would say that.” You crossed your arms, “I mean… nobody else really has a favourite prefect in the first place, do they? But I’m sure you’re aware that you’re the choice upperclassman for most girls and a few blokes as well, yeah?”

Under the warm glow of the fire, the red rising to Felix’s cheeks went unnoticed though the wavering of his voice was as clear as a bell. “And what about you, (F/N)? Would I be your choice upperclassman, too?”

You gulped, fiddling with your fingers. “W-well… You don’t see me talking to Chester Davies do yo?”

Felix couldn’t help but laugh a deep, hearty laugh. “No, I suppose I don’t then.” He glanced at the fire, then back at you. “I’m…pleased.”

You stopped fiddling with your fingers. “I’m just going to assume that I’m also your favourite underclassman.” He turned to look back at you, “your assumption would be true.”

The two of you set in a comfortable silence for what seemed like forever, just taking in the sight of each other.

“Right…then I think we both should get some rest. I’ll see you bright and early in the Great Hall tomorrow then.” Felix stood up and you followed in his steps. “Alrighty… G’night, Felix. Sweet dreams.” “Sleep well, (Y/N).”

  Felix fully expected the relationship between you two to be a bit awkward after that conversation. He wasn’t surprised when you would pretty blatantly avoid him this past week. You were also either always flanked by Rowan and Penny or accompanied by Bill. Speaking of the Weasley boy… You were always with him as of late, and you were always wearing that sweater. Whether you were coming back from Flying class on the training grounds, or even from Charms class (which he knows very well is always kept warm by Professor Flitwick), you would be wearing that sweater. Sure, the weather definitely calls for warmer clothes but this was driving him mildly mad. And instead of acting like any other reasonable person would, he too decided to avoid you when you tried approaching him later in the week.

He walked in the Library, thoughts a jumbled mess. He was walking to his usual spot which was concealed from the view of Madam Pince, and nearly jumped when he found you sitting there too. “(Y/N)! What are you- hello.”

“Felix! H-hello.” Your eyes scanned his figure, stopping at the pile of books in his arms. “Sorry, am I in your spot?”

“No, don’t be silly. You can continue sitting here, I’ll just sit elsewhe-

“Wait, Felix! You can sit here too.” You stood up and grabbed the sleeve of his robes. “Sit with me.”

He didn’t even stop to think and took the seat across from yours. He regarded you with a once-over, noting the Weasley sweater you were wearing yet again.

“How have you been, (F/N)?” He didn’t look up from his notes and textbooks, wanting to avoid looking at that bloody sweater.

“I’ve been pretty good, keeping my scheming to a minimum.” You gave a small smile, rearranging your parchments and quills. “Couldn’t help but notice you weren’t around to dissuade me.”

“You seemed like you wanted the space. And I would regard myself a gentleman, so I gave you just that.” Felix now looked up, his dark brown eyes staring straight into your own. “Besides, I don’t think your boyfriend would approve of me being around you too often.”

“My what?”

“Boyfriend.” He replied plainly, pointing his quill to your sweater. “Why else would he have gifted you a sweater matching his?”

“Wha- I’m pretty sure him and his siblings get sweaters with the letter of their first name on it. Mine stands for Weasley since we always joked about making me an honorary Weasley.”

“….(Y/N), you do know Bill Weasley’s name isn’t actually ‘Bill’.” He deadpanned, a little concerned.

“…..It’s not..?”

“….(Y/N), his name is William. Dear, aren’t you two friends?”

“Oh my god! No wonder his mother referred to him as ‘Billy Willy’!” Your eyes were wide, this apparently new information to you.

“She doe- no, more importantly does this mean he’s not your boyfriend?”

“No no no no, Merlin no. We’re just passionate about curse-breaking!”

“Well then… Why do you wear the sweater all the time?” He asked softly, biting on the inside of his cheek.

“It’s sweater weather, Felix! And this is the only sweater I have that fits me. My old ones don’t fit me anymore.” You smoothed down the front of your sweater. “You thought we were dating because of my sweater?”

His cheeks flushed pink and cleared his throat. Realisation of his silly reaction washing over him shamefully. “Well, one would assume so since you’ve been wearing it all hours of the day every day.”

“Didn’t I say you were my favourite prefect and my choice upperclassman?” You voice was teasing but small. He looked up from his notes to find you looking at him from the top of the text book you held up to hide your face.

He contemplated for a moment, his features softened the more he looked at you. Under his steady gaze you felt your cheeks heat up. You were seconds away from excusing yourself when he gently pulled down your text book to fully take in your features.

“Felix, I-

“I’ll get you more sweaters since you adore them so much.” He concluded and went straight back to his books.

“Pardon?”

“Je te donnerai autant de pull que tu veux.” Felix replied without even looking up. You took a moment to process his words, and meekly replied “Ah…um, e-excusez-moi? Désolé, je ne parle pas couramment le français.”

“You spoke it fine just then, (Y/N).”

“That’s the only bit of French I remember from my trip there last summer.”

“If you want, love,” he fidgeted with the quill in his hand, unsure of your reaction. “I could teach you French on top of my regular mentoring you?”

“You’re really making me out to be your protégé, aren’t you?” You nodded in agreement, “I would love that, Felix. Anything is good enough reason for me to shoehorn myself into your days.” Felix cocked a brow at you, and you shot back a smirk. Cheeky as always. Any reason to spend time with you dear, is good enough reason.

Bonus: The gang’s conversation and gift opening here.

Translation:

Je te donnerai autant de pull que tu veux (edited as per @soosahya’s correction/suggestion!) I’ll get you as many sweaters as you want

For @delicrieux’s 11k celebration! (This took me forever omg)

Reader is a Hufflepuff but honestly you can just imagine any house, I don’t really specify, it was more for the aesthetic

I tried to keep Rowan gender neutral in this

—————

You liked him.

It was perhaps the way his hair looked golden in the sun, shining with a radiance that made you want to run your fingers through it.

It was perhaps the way he would smile to himself when he executed something perfectly in Charms, pleased to finally be good at something.

It was perhaps the way he would look at you, as if you, yourself, had put the stars in the sky.

You were well on your way to becoming a notorious figure at Hogwarts and he was well on his way to becoming a mere shadow that basked in your spotlight.

You and Ben were very much like the sun and the moon, but you had eclipsed and now your feelings were blossoming into something beautiful.

——

“He’s suspicious!” Rowan hissed to you during Potions, “or have you forgotten about R?”

“As if I could ever forget, Rowan,” you shoot a glare at them, frowning at the insistence that Ben couldn’t be trusted. “He’s never given me a reason to doubt his friendship.”

“That’s because you look at him through rose-colored glasses.”

“I do not!”

“If you would like to spend your time in my class gossiping about fraudulent matters, then I suggest you get out.” Professor Snape’s voice cut into you like knives, distracting you from the argument.

Rowan’s side glare as they returned to their cauldron let you know that you weren’t getting any support from them on this.

———

“I don’t know what to do, Penny.” You had gone to the popular Hufflepuff after Rowan’s dismissal, spilling out all of your feelings.

“Ben does like you...” she quietly confessed.

“He told you!?”

“No, but it’s obvious.” She said, “to everyone else, anyway.”

“Penny, what do I do? I like him a lot, but what if Rowan’s right and he really is hiding something about R?”

“If you really do like like you say, then maybe you should take the risk of Rowan being right. That’s the worst case scenario. Best case scenario, he’s the loyal Ben we’ve known since first year and you fall in love and eventually get married with me as a bridesmaid.” She said, laughing afterwards at your flustered face.

“Penny Haywood!”

———

“Ben, could I talk to you for a moment?” You stopped him after Charms, wincing at the face Rowan makes on their way out.

“Oh, sure...” his voice wavers slightly, but he follows to a secluded section of the hallway. “Nothing bad, I hope?”

“No, I don’t think so anyway.” You were stalling as you took in his features; the crease on his forehead that was always there when he was nervous, his lip as he chewed it gently, his warm eyes that stared at you pevensily.

“I like you, Ben. A lot.”

He stares at you for a moment, “I like you too?”

Oh, Merlin’s Beard.

“No, Ben,” you grab his hands, stepping closer to him, “I like you.”

His breath hitches, his hands going to grasp yours more tightly as he manages a gasp.

“You like me!?” It’s more of an exclamation of disbelief than a question, but his eyes are shining with a joy you’ve never seen before.

“I do, Ben. Since third year, actually...”

A flush had creeped up his cheeks, settling there beautifully as he smiles to himself.

“I like you, too. A lot.”

——

The giddy feeling of euphoria hasn’t left you all week, only being fueled by the shy glances you shared with Ben. You had scheduled to go to Hogsmeade on an unofficial, official, first date that weekend. To say you were counting down the days was an understatement.

Penny had been beyond excited, probably more than you, at the news. Insisting on helping you prepare and get ready for the date.

The morning of Saturday, you stood in front of the mirror as Penny admired her handiwork. Your hair was in a pretty style, your clothing cute and comfortable. Tonks had even tagged along, laid out on your bed as she made commentary. The only person missing was Rowan, who had only nodded when you told them about the date, and you’d be lying if you said the absence didn’t sting.

“Go get em’ tiger!” Tonks encouraged.

“Tell me all about it, later.” Penny smiled.

With their parting words ringing in your ears, you descended the stairway to the common room. Rowan’s familiar head of hair was easily seen as they read a book next to the fire. Their brown eyes flicked up and stared at you for a moment, before they closed the book and sighed.

“If he hurts you, I’m first in line for punching him in the face.”

Immediately all of the tension you felt had left, relief taking over at Rowan’s compromise.

“Right after me, of course.” The smile you shared warmed your heart.

“Have fun.”

The words uttered by one of your best friends lifted a weight off your shoulders. You didn’t realize how much so until just then.

And, so there you were, about to go on a date with a boy that you had a crush on...

Summary: Alice questions why she got the Prefect’s badge while Charlie realizes something.

This is the sequel of “A New Prefect in the Family”.

Word count: around 4200 words

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After hearing the shriek from inside the tent, Alice had quickly gone back in, to see what was going on. She was scared either Tulip or Tonks had tried to prank one of the other girls, and Merlin knew how Penny and Rowan were in no mood to be pranked after the exploding pillow fight. What she saw instead were the three girls standing around Rowan, who was holding a prefect's badge.

"Oh, Rowan! Congratulations!" Alice said, beaming as she went to hug her best friend.

"Hum... Actually... It's not mine..." Rowan said, staring at Alice.

"Huh? But it's a Ravenclaw badge... Don't tell me Tulip was made Prefect?!" Alice exclaimed staring at the red-haired prankster in disbelief, resulting in the latter to laugh.

"Merlin, you can be thick when you want..." Penny muttered, slapping her forehead.

"No, you big dummy," Tonks started as she slapped Alice's back, "you were made Prefect." As she said that, Tonks took the badge from Rowan and handed it to Alice.

"You're joking, right? Me? Prefect? Is this another one of your pranks? Come on, give the badge back to Rowan. You're all trying to trick me, right?" Alice said, a slight note of panic in her voice as she looked at each of her friends, hoping to see a gleam in their eyes that would indicate they were all joking, but nothing.

"No, Alice, it's not a joke. Here, read this," Rowan said, handing her a letter.

"What the...?!" Alice said after glancing at the letter, "Have Dumbledore and Flitwick gone completely mad?! I broke so many rules, opened cursed vaults even when Dumbledore told me not to..."

"Closed said vaults, saving the school and its students in the process, excelled in your classes, helped your fellow students..." Rowan continued, smirking. "Face it, Alice. You were the best candidate."

"But... Rowan... You wanted so much to be Prefect. Aren't you angry? I thought you would get it..." Alice mumbled.

"What kind of friend would I be if I was angry that you were made Prefect? I'm happy for you," Rowan replied, smiling.

"You're sure?" Alice asked sheepishly.

"Of course!" Rowan replied, hugging her friend.

"Group hug!" Tonks exclaimed as the other three girls joined in the hug.

"Hum... By the way... why was my letter opened?" Alice asked in the middle of the hug.

"When we saw Rowan didn't have a Prefect's badge in her envelope, Tonks went straight to yours and opened it. I told her not to, but it's not like she would listen to me..." Penny explained glancing at Tonks from the corner of her eyes.

"Her envelope was heavier than ours! Had to check!" Tonks tried to justify.

"What's going on?" asked a voice behind them. As they all turned toward the entrance of the tent, they all saw Charlie holding a small bottle. Charlie soon noticed the blue pin in Alice's hand. "Oh! You're a Prefect too?"

"Yeah..." muttered Alice, still not believing she was the owner of that prefect badge.

"What do you mean 'too'? You were also made Prefect?" Rowan asked.

"Yeah... And Bill was made Head Boy..." Charlie said.

"What?! How wonderful! I'll go and congratulate him!" Rowan exclaimed, quickly leaving the tent.

"Could the girl be more obvious..." Tonks said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, by the way," Charlie began saying, remembering the bottle he was holding, "Mum told me to give you girls this. It's supposed to help with burnt hair."

"Oh, thank Merlin! I was getting tired of looking through all those books so early in the morning," Penny said, snatching the bottle from Charlie's hand. She put some of the concoction on her hair and them some on Alice's hair, the latter still staring in disbelief at her badge.

"What about me?" Tulip exclaimed, pointing at her own scorched hair.

"You're the reason for all this! Find your own way to..." Penny started saying before Tonks grabbed the bottle from her hand and threw it at Tulip.

"Thanks!" exclaimed Tulip as she caught the bottle, but before she could open it, Penny used Accio to get it back and started running away from the two pranksters outside the tent. Said pranksters followed her out, all while Charlie stared at them in disbelief, Alice utterly oblivious to what was going on.

"Alice?" Charlie said, leaning down slightly so that his face would be in her line of sight as she was still staring at the pin in her hand.

"Huh? What? Where are the others?" Alice asked, snapping out of her daze and noticing all the other girls had left.

"Rowan went to see Bill 'cause he was made Head Boy. Penny, Tonks, and Tulip are fighting over the potion I brought to deal with your burnt hair," Charlie explained, pointing at Alice's restored hair. "We should be going... Mum also wanted me to tell you that breakfast was ready..."

"Oh! Of course! I'm starving, actually!" Alice exclaimed, grabbing Charlie's wrist and dragging him out of the tent and toward the Burrow's kitchen. This resulted in Charlie becoming red in the face. The three girls who were fighting outside over the hair potion stopped as they saw Charlie's red face. Penny and Tulip started to giggle while Tonks stared at them just as Molly Weasley stood in the doorway to tell them breakfast was ready.

They all sat down to eat the delicious food Mrs. Weasley had prepared. Ginny sat between Penny and Alice, who sat next to Charlie. Rowan sat next to Bill, still fawning over him. All their friends congratulated both Alice and Charlie for becoming Prefects and Bill for being Head Boy. Charlie wasn't red in the face anymore, but the tip of his ears became red when he had to scoot close to Alice for the picture Mr. Weasley wanted to take.

"Charlie... Why are your ears red?" Barnaby asked, noticing the reddish colour of his fellow creature enthusiast's ears as Charlie scooted back to his original spot. Penny and Tulip started to giggle once again, while Andre was smirking in his friend's direction.

"Oh! Did you get a sunburn yesterday while playing Quidditch?" Alice asked, her brows furrowing in concern as she looked at his right ear.

"Oh, Merlin!" Penny muttered after letting out a sigh.

"Hum... yeah... that must be it..." Charlie mumbled trying to avoid Alice's intense gaze. He didn't understand why it made him feel uncomfortable, why it made his cheeks grow hot. She was just a concerned friend.

"Maybe you should put on some sunscreen," Barnaby suggested.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Tonks exclaimed, causing everyone to stare at her. "What?"

"Who's Sherlock?" Tulip asked.

"He's a muggle detective," Alice explained. "Penny gave me a book about him for my 13th birthday."

"A fictional muggle detective, actually. We had to read some of the stories involving his character in Muggle Studies," Penny clarified.

"You are taking Muggle Studies?" Arthur Weasley exclaimed, looking at his sons' friends.

"Only Penny, Tonks, and Barnaby," Bill replied as his mother let out a sigh. She knew of her husband's fascination for Muggles and soon, the conversation turned to what the three teenagers had learned in their class, Arthur Weasley becoming even more interested after learning Penny's father was a Muggle.

"I'm so sorry," mumbled Charlie to Alice. "My father tends to get excited when Muggles are mentioned."

"As he should! It's amazing what they can do without magic!" exclaimed Alice to Charlie's surprise. Charlie's wide eyes staring at her made her realize with embarrassment that she may have reacted a bit strongly. "Oh... I'm sorry... It's just... After Jacob ran away, I went to live with my grandmother in a Muggle village... You see, Muggles had no idea who I was, didn't know about my brother. They treated me like a normal kid... And living in their world, I sort of became fascinated..." Alice tried to explain, whispering and furrowing her brows.

"No need to justify. I was surprised because most people don't understand my father's interest in Muggles" Charlie said, smiling gently and taking her hand to reassure her.

"Thanks!" she said, a bright smile gracing her features, making Charlie's face grow red once more. "Oh! I think you got a sunburn on your face too!" Alice said, making Penny choke on the orange juice she was drinking.

"Yeah... Really need sunscreen," Charlie mumbled, releasing Alice's hand and turning his undivided attention to his plate. Alice looked at him for a moment, thinking that something seemed off, before turning back to her own plate. Andre was busy patting Penny's back, while Barnaby looked confused.

The rest of the meal went without any itch, and, after cleaning up, everyone went outside. Late in the afternoon, Rowan, Percy, and Bill were reading under a tree. Andre, Charlie, and Barnaby played Quidditch while Ron and Ben looked on. Tulip and Tonks were with the twins, whispering about pranks and such. Penny was playing in Ginny's hair while Alice read her favourite book next to them, looking up everyone once in a while to look at the boys playing Quidditch or to try and figure out what book was captivating Rowan so much that she was taking notes.

After an hour or so, the boys landed and walked toward the Hufflepuff, the Ravenclaw, and the young Weasley.

"Hey, Curse-Breaker, are you planning to come to watch a Quidditch match this year?" Andre asked, looking at Alice.

"I'll try..." Alice replied, looking up from her book.

"That's what you say every year, and every year, you don't show up. Come on! I'm sure you'd have fun!" Penny chimed in, well aware her friend tended to use all of her free time to study the Cursed Vaults, forgetting to have fun and enjoy her time at Hogwarts. "Maybe thinking about something other than the Vaults would be good for you. Rowan told me how you keep waking up in cold sweats from nightmares about your brother and the vaults. I even saw you once asleep in the library, and you looked like someone who had the weight of the world on their shoulders. So, this year, I'll drag you to the matches if I have to. Some inter-house competition and dashing Quidditch players might take your mind off the vaults." Everyone stared at her, especially Alice.

"Hum... yeah... But you could also observe the flying skills of the players, which could help you in flying class," Andre suggested.

"Yeah, like Charlie's skills. He's so good on a broom," Barnaby added, beaming, making Charlie blush when Alice's green eyes stared at him at the mention of his name.

"But... he's in our flying class, she probably already saw his skills..." Penny pointed out.

"Yeah, but when I'm not paying attention to Madam Hooch or watching Andre's demonstration, I'm usually comforting Ben, bickering with Merula, joking with Tonks, discussing brooms and broom safety with Rowan, or gossiping with Penny. Never actually saw Charlie's flying skills. So, I guess I could go to a Quidditch game to check out said skills. Every time I compliment Andre he tells me how your skills are so much better than his," Alice said, smirking as she looked at Charlie. "By the way, did you forget to put on sunscreen?" Alice added as she noticed his red face.

"No, I saw him put some on earlier," said Barnaby, looking at Charlie's face, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Penny exclaimed, but before she could add anything, Mrs. Weasley called them over for dinner.

At the dinner table, Alice asked Rowan what book she had been reading earlier.

"Oh! I was reading a book about all the rules and things to know about Hogwarts!" Rowan answered.

"Why?" Alice asked, perplexed.

"To help you be a better Prefect!" Rowan exclaimed.

"Say what now?" Alice said.

"Yes! I thought I would tell you everything I've learned so far after dinner!" Rowan continued, clearly excited at the idea.

"That's not a bad idea. I'm sure Charlie also needs some guidance on how to be a good Prefect," added Bill.

"Shay what?!" Charlie said, his mouth full.

"We could teach them together!" Rowan said, her eyes gleaming.

"Sure!" Bill replied, smiling at Rowan who was now blushing.

As Rowan and Bill enthusiastically discussed what they would teach the two new prefects, Alice and Charlie stared at each other with a look of horror on their faces.

"I think we need an escape plan," Alice whispered, to which Charlie nodded in agreement. They, therefore, spent the rest of the meal whispering about possible ways to get away from Charlie's brother and Alice's best friend.

After eating and cleaning up, Bill, Rowan, Charlie, and Alice all went outside for the "How to be a Prefect" study session.

"Wait here, I'll go fetch my notes in the tent," Rowan said as she went inside the girls' tent.

"We'll be right here," Bill replied, looking in her direction. Charlie and Alice glanced at each other and took that momentary distraction to make a run for it toward the fields.

"Hey!" Bill shouted after them, but it was too late, they were already deep in the cornfield, and both Bill and Rowan figured that it would be pointless to go after them.

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"You think we lost them?" Alice asked, after running for a while as they stopped on a patch of soil where corn hadn't grown.

"I think so. I don't hear anyone trying to follow us," Charlie replied, jumping as he tried to see if anyone else was in the field.

"Still, we should stay here for a while," Alice said as she laid down on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Charlie asked, observing her.

"Getting comfortable while we wait for the coast to be clear," she explained, now lying on the ground, looking at the sky, her hands linked under her head.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked as he lay next to her.

"It's a free country," she replied, smirking. "Why were we chosen?" she asked, looking pensively at the darkening sky.

"Huh?" he replied, wondering what she was talking about.

"Why are we Prefects? I broke countless rules looking for the vaults. You probably broke a few yourself going into the Forbidden Forest and last year helping me find the third vault. We both break the rules as though they were only guidelines. Sure, I may have saved the school, but still. I put my life and the life of others in danger going after my brother and the vaults. You go into a forest full of creatures that could kill you looking for said creatures. I don't think either of us is an example to follow..." Alice said, frowning as she still looked toward the sky where stars were starting to appear.

"Well, there's gotta be something about us that made Dumbledore and our Heads of House think it would be a good idea to make us Prefects," Charlie pondered, glancing at the Ravenclaw.

"Do they think we'll suddenly behave if we're Prefects?" she wondered.

"Dumbledore might be off his rocker, but I don't think he's that mad. I also don't think McGonagall or Flitwick are delusional when it comes to us. Maybe they hope that the responsibility of becoming a Prefect will make us think more about our actions," he replied, looking at the now darker sky.

"As in, instead of acting first, thinking later, we'll think, then act?" she asked.

"Something along those lines, yeah," he replied, a slight smile spreading his lips.

"Makes sense... Though, with Dumbledore in the mix, we never know," Alice said, pursing her lips, deep in thoughts.

"True... But I'm glad you were made Prefect," Charlie replied.

"Why?" Alice asked, turning her head to look in his direction.

"First, you're my friend, so that's nice. Second, it's good to know there's another Prefect who doesn't always care for the rules," Charlie explained, smiling as he turned his head, his eyes meeting hers. He was glad that night had fallen and that only the moonlight shined on them as the cover of darkness hid his blushing cheeks.

"Same here. I think if I had been the only Prefect in our group I would have panicked. Not to mention Bill being Head Boy, he would have been on my case all the time, not to mention I already have detention until Merlin knows when. But since you're a Prefect too AND his brother, he'll be on your case, not mine," Alice pointed out.

"For what I've seen so far, Rowan will be on your case," Charlie countered.

"Yeah, but she's not Head Girl, so she can't do much about it," Alice said.

"Ugh... You're right. Bill being Head Boy, he'll be even more overbearing than before," Charlie said, pouting.

"Don't worry, if he becomes too much, I'll ask Tonks and Tulip to distract him," Alice replied with a laugh.

"Thanks, I appreciate," Charlie said, smiling in her direction.

"No problem," Alice said before yawning.

"Maybe we should head back?" Charlie offered after hearing her yawn.

"Mmm? No, Rowan's probably not asleep yet," Alice replied, yawning again.

"Oh, I'm sure she wouldn't make you study if she saw how sleepy you were," Charlie said.

"Think again, Weasley. One time we were studying and I fell asleep. She woke me up straight away, telling me how important it was to study and so on. The girl values study over sleep," Alice explained.

"Wow... That's intense. Anyway, you can take a nap while we wait for our two tormentors to fall asleep so that we can head back," Charlie suggested.

"You're sure?" Alice asked, not wanting to be impolite.

"Yeah! Here," he said, sitting up, "take my jacket. I'll wake you up when we can safely return to our beds." He took off his jacket and handed it over to her before laying down again.

"Thanks!" she said, smiling at him as she covered herself with the jacket.

"Don't mention it," he whispered as she quickly fell asleep.

He looked at her, thinking that she looked peaceful as she shifted to her side, facing him. He looked back toward the night sky, thinking how lucky he was to have a friend like her as his eyelids became heavier.

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Charlie started to wake up when he felt something resting on his shoulder and something lighter resting on his torso. As his eyelids flickered open, the first thing he saw was a delicate hand resting on his chest. Did Ginny have a nightmare and climbed into his bed? He then lazily looked at who was sleeping on his shoulder, which quickly took him out of his stupor.

It was none other than Alice. Her face was inches from his, and as he tried to move, he realized his right arm was wrapped around her shoulders. He looked up, and, when he saw the rosy sky of sunrise, he remembered the previous evening: them running away from studying, Alice falling asleep, him closing his eyes just for a while. He must have fallen asleep himself, and in their sleep, they must have shifted in their current position. He then recalled what Penny had said the previous day, that Alice was prone to wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night. Had Alice woken up during the night and placed herself like this on him?

No, that didn't sound like her. She never initiated a hug, only patted people on the back and took people's wrist instead of their hands. He still remembered when they were in their first year, and he saw Penny hugging her, Alice's wide eyes and stiff expression indicating she was out of her comfort zone. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered that and looked toward the sleeping Ravenclaw. She looked so peaceful, not like someone who had woken up during the night due to a nightmare or who had the weight of the world on her shoulders like Penny had said. Maybe it was because they talked about being prefects instead of the vaults. Maybe it was because he was next to her...

"Now, why would I think something like that?" Charlie mumbled to himself, looking up at the now bluer sky, before looking back toward Alice.

He couldn't help but wish she would always look as peaceful as she did at that moment. She always seemed so tense when she daydreamed, her mind probably wandering to the vaults or thoughts of her brother. She always had to convince her friends that her plan regarding the latest Cursed Vault would work. She always had to reassure them. He didn't need that. He trusted her from the get-go.

They had only been friends for a year, but she had been a source of fascination ever since they were eleven. She had confronted Merula to protect Ben and still stood up to her when necessary, convinced Flitwick to teach her a duelling spell at just eleven, helped Hagrid countless of times, also helped their friends many times, had defeated three cursed vaults at 15 years of age, and still managed to find time to not only study for her classes, where she excelled, but also read on the various interests of her friends.

She was the only girl he knew who wouldn't grunt every time he started talking about dragons. In fact, she seemed to remember what he had told her in previous conversation, even blurting out one dragon factoid during Care of Magical Creatures and being awarded ten points for it. He smiled thinking about her apologizing profusely for it, saying she had not meant to steal his thunder, it just came out. He wasn't mad. How could he be mad at the one girl who paid attention to what he was saying instead of fawning over him just because he was a Quidditch player? They helped each other in various classes. She even understood his dad's passion for all things Muggle. She was the most extraordinary girl he knew, and yet she always seemed to doubt herself.

He wanted to tell her how fantastic she was. He wanted to protect her peaceful slumber. He wanted to be there when she was the one who needed reassuring. He wanted to comfort her when she doubted herself. He wanted to stand by her side when fighting whatever would be guarding the final vault. Be there if she needed him.

At that very moment, it dawned on him that maybe he liked her more than just a friend. After all, he didn't care for Andre to the point where he wanted to protect his self-esteem. He didn't blush when Rowan or Penny looked straight into his eyes. He didn't really enjoy it when Barnaby joined his study sessions with Alice.

"Oh boy... I think I-" started Charlie, but before he could finish his thought, he heard noises behind him, which seemed to disturb Alice as she grunted and rolled off his shoulder and out of his arm, landing flat on her back on the wet soil.

"There they are," said Fred as he flew above them, riding his brother's broom.

"Why is there a flying Weasley in the tent?" Alice said groggily as she started to wake up.

"What were you two doing in the cornfield?" Andre asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Charlie, amused.

"Why is their corn in the tent?" Alice asked, ignoring Andre, as she slowly sat up.

"We fell asleep in the cornfield after getting away from Bill and Rowan," Charlie said, answering both Ravenclaws' concerns.

"Well, you better get on the brooms then before Mum realizes you two are gone," Fred said in a cheeky tone.

"Then get off mine and go on Andre's," said Charlie as both Fred and Andre landed next to them.

"You can go with your brother and Alice can climb on mine," Andre suggested smirking.

"We're all dirty from sleeping on the floor. You wouldn't want Alice to dirty your clothes, right?" Charlie said at a fast pace, to Andre's amusement as Fred begrudgingly got off Charlie's broom.

"I could use Scour-" Alice started to say.

"Once we're out of the fields. Come on!" Charlie said, sounding nervous as he took Alice's hand, leading her toward his broom. She climbed behind him, wrapping her arms around Charlie's waist, her chin resting on his shoulder, making Charlie's face become as red as a tomato.

"You're awfully close to Charlie, aren't you, Alice?" Andre observed with a smirk as they were flying toward the Burrow.

"Never been on a broom with someone else before... Just don't want to mess up the balance. Hope you don't mind?" she said, glancing in Charlie's direction.

"Nope, not at all," he mumbled, as they started to descend.

"Hey, Charlie! Are you blush-" Fred started saying as he noticed the colour of his brother's face. Before he could finish, though, someone else's voice was heard as they landed.

"Alice Beaumont!" shouted Rowan, getting out of the tent followed by Tonks.

"Oh no..." Alice muttered as she got off the broom, letting go of Charlie.

"You may have escaped me yesterday, but not this time! I will teach you how to become a perfect Prefect, even it takes me the rest of our time here to do it," Rowan stated as she took hold of Alice's hand, dragging her toward the tent.

"Tonks! Help me!" Alice said, giving Tonks a pleading look.

"Don't worry, Alice! I'll protect you from the dark side of rule followers!" Tonks exclaimed, following Alice and Rowan inside the tent.

"So?" Andre asked as he and Charlie stared at the girl's tent while Fred entered the house.

"What?" Charlie replied.

"Don't 'What?' me, Charlie. I just saw you wanting Alice to climb on your broom and your face turning into a tomato the moment she wrapped her arms around you. You're not fooling anyone anymore! Well... except maybe Barnaby and Alice herself," Andre said, sounding exasperated. "So stop being in denial and admit to yourself that..."

"I already have," Charlie mumbled, interrupting Andre.

"Finally!" exclaimed Andre and Bill, who was standing in the doorway.

"Did you tell her?" Bill asked.

"Of course not! I don't want things to become awkward between us if she doesn't feel the same!" Charlie exclaimed.

"If you wait for Alice to confess, you may need the Philosopher stone to live that long," Andre said, aware his fellow Ravenclaw was incredibly dim when it came to romance.

"Yes, well, until then, I suggest you go change if you don't want Mum to ask you why you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday," Bill suggested as Charlie kept staring at the girl's tent.

Charlie simply nodded, glancing one last time at the tent where Alice could be heard complaining about Rowan's study plans before entering the house, a slight smile playing on his lips.

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Single Dad!Sweet Pea x Y/N

Summary: What happens when Sweet Pea’s daughter, Marie, doesn’t like Y/N? How will this impact their future together?

Marie is Sweet Pea’s daughter, just a random name I chose!

A/N: Okay some of what Marie does might be slightly out of line, but I see her as being about three or four years old and this is typically how they act when they’re upset and jealous and they don’t understand those feelings. She’s also grown up with Sweet Pea as a father and let’s be honest, he doesn’t handle his emotions all that well either. Also, this was written spur of the moment the other day for @delicrieux 11k writing challenge! Check out my masterlist below! Requests are open! Feedback is appreciated! Thanks for reading, enjoy!

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She could tell from the moment she had met Marie that she didn’t like her.

No, not just didn’t like her. Hated her. Loathed her. Despised her.

She hadn’t done anything, but just her being around was enough to make Marie cringe. Y/N didn’t know what it was about her, maybe her look or her personality, but Marie was not a fan.

Not that Y/N hadn’t tried her hardest to get the young girl to like her. She bought her toys, tried to play with her, even went as far as watching her when Sweet Pea had other work to do, but nothing changed.

Y/N and Sweet Pea were coming up on the six month mark of their relationship and Y/N was hoping to finally get in her good graces. She had it all planned out, the three of them would go to the park (which she loves), then go and get some ice cream (her favorite) before making their way back to their trailer, where they would all would have a Disney movie marathon. She had even talked Sweet Pea into letting Marie stay up a half hour past her bedtime. But when the day finally came, things had already taken a turn for the worst.

“No! I don’t wanna go!” Marie screamed as tears poured down her face. Sweet Pea sighed from where he was squatting in front of her. “Come on Marie, Y/N planned this really nice day for us. We’re even getting ice cream! Aren’t you excited?” He was cut off by her continued screams. “No! No, no no!” Finally, he sighed before picking her up and walking towards the door. Y/N was surprised by his actions as she sat at the table with her head leaning against her hand. He turned around and looked at her, “Come on. Let’s go.” He made his way outside and to the car while Marie continued screaming right in his ear. Y/N quickly hopped up and followed them.

She grabbed Sweet Pea’s arm while he was putting Marie in her car seat. “Look Sweets, it’s fine. We don’t have to go.” He stood up to his full height and looked down at his girlfriend. “No, you planned this nice day for her and she’s being a brat. We’re going. Once she gets there she’ll have fun.”

He was right, of course. As soon as they got to the park Marie was already running over to the playground area and going down the slide. Sweet Pea and Y/N took a seat at a nearby bench to keep an eye on things. A bit later, Marie ran over to Sweet Pea and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him towards the swing set and begging him to push her. He laughed before complying. Y/N would have joined them, but it was clear by the glare Marie sent her that she wasn’t wanted. She sat on the bench alone for a while before Sweet Pea called over to her.

“Y/N come here, you can use this one!” She slowly made her way over and sat down on the swing before swinging slightly. As soon as she sat down, Marie had a pout on her face. Sweet Pea beamed behind them, not seeing this. “Just a day in the park with my girls.” At his words, the girls seemed to have opposite reactions. Y/N smiled and blushed slightly while Marie’s face screwed up in anger. She hopped down from the swing before stomping over to the bench and sitting down. Sweet Pea and Y/N exchanged looks and sighed. “Maybe it’s time for ice cream?” Y/N asked.

But the ice cream only seemed to dampen Marie’s mood even further. She and Y/N ended up ordering the same flavor, which was apparently unacceptable in Marie’s eyes. She ended up throwing her ice cream on the ground and storming to the car, all while screaming her head off. Sweet Pea was fed up and just unlocked the car and put her in her car seat, ready to just go home and away from all the eyes that seemed to glare daggers at them.

When they got back, Marie ran to her room and slammed the door shut. That seemed to be Sweet Pea’s snapping point as he rushed over to the door and ripped it open. “No, get out here now!” Marie angrily stomped over to the couch as tears streamed down her face. “That’s not how things work around here. You’re not the boss, I am. Now I’m tired of this, you’ve been treating Y/N like garbage since you’ve met her. We’re gonna figure this out right here, right now.”

With those words, he sat down next to the angry child and gestured to the seat next to him for Y/N to take. “What’s the problem, Marie? Don’t you want me to be happy? Well Y/N makes me very happy.” Those words did nothing but anger Marie even more. “Well I don’t like her! She’s taking you away from me, Daddy! It’s just you and me! I’m supposed to be your only girl, not her! I won’t like her, I won’t, I won’t, I won’t!” With a final scream, Marie ran back to her room and again slammed the door.

Sweet Pea sighed as he put his head in his hands. He didn’t know what to do. He looked up as he saw motion beside him, just in time to see Y/N walk over to the table and grab her coat. “Woah, hey. Where are you going? She didn’t mean that, she’s just a kid. You don’t have to leave.” She only sighed before walking towards him and pulling him into a hug. “Why does this feel like more than just saying goodnight?”

She pulled away and looked up at the brunette in front of her. She reached a hand up and stroked his face lightly. “Because it is. The last thing I want to do is come between you and your daughter. We had a good run, but this isn’t going anywhere without her. It’s okay, really.” As she removed her hand and turned around, he grabbed her arm. “But I lo-”

“Please don’t say it. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be. Goodbye, Sweet Pea.” With those final words, she grabbed her things and left the trailer. Sweet Pea could only sigh as he watched her leave, a lone tear trailing down his cheek.

After a long night of cuddling with his daughter and reassuring her that he wasn’t going anywhere, she had finally fallen asleep. He continued to stand and sway with her in his arms. He lightly kissed her forehead before sighing, “My only girl.”

Part 2

Note: Congratulations to @delicrieux for the 11k followers! I know this isn’t my best work but I’m still taking the risk of putting this thing out there....

Fandom: Potterverse, Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery

Characters: Jacob, Jacob’s sibling, F!MC

Summary: This isn’t an illusion isn’t it? This isn’t a dream of a dream where your brother is right there, right within your reach, is it?

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First year.

You should’ve known better.

You’re a L/N, are you not? Your blood runs purely through your veins, your family belongs to the elite, the most prominent; you’re an heiress to a vast fortune.

So the question now is why the hell are you cowering in fear on a random classroom like a frightened prey?

Why is it one of the pureblood princesses scared of a mere student who couldn’t even cast lumos?

It’s not like she has more power than you. It’s not like she has more experience than you-not like she’s better than you. But she did get the best of you, tricked you like a true Slytherin can.

Oh if your parent get the wind of this...

No! Your eyes widened as you pulled your knees tighter to your chest. No, please. They can’t find out about the devil snare incident...I can’t, I don’t know what I would do... Father will- and Mother might-

So why didn’t you do something? Why let your naivety run free?

Why didn’t you defend yourself-stood against that miss-I-can’t-cast-lumos?

Pathetic.

You let out a gasp as your thoughts began to swarm you. Is it just you or is the room seemed smaller to you?

You couldn’t stay here, you need to leave before suffocation claims you, before your thoughts consumed you-especially when you’re all alone in this room but you couldn’t go back.

Not when Merula’s out there. Not when you are called the cursed student.

Not without Jacob.

Why did you leave without telling me Jakey? You choked. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t happy with our family? With me?

You didn’t know for how long you stayed in that room but you knew you couldn’t hide in there forever.

Such disgrace. You could almost hear the sneer of your father. No daughter of mine cowers in fear. Chin up! Look straight. A L/N never hides from their enemies.

Swallowing a sob, you stood up and steeled yourself, about to leave your sanctuary when something caught your attention.

What... in the world? What’s the use of a full body mirror in a classroom like this? For Divination purposes? You wondered. But this...is a Transfiguration classroom. Everyone knows McGonagall hates Divination.

You took careful steps, curiosity took over your being as you marveled at the size and the beauty of the mirror, albeit old and dusty, you couldn’t help but drawn to it.

Looking up, you could see there was an inscription engraved but with your height, you couldn’t reach to read what it says. Instead, you looked straight into the mirror only for you to step back, your sight blurring as it widened in surprise; the onslaught of emotions attacking you all at once.

It couldn’t be...right?

“J-jake?” you whispered, reverently as if the utterance of his name will shatter this illusion your mind seemed to conjure out of nowhere, and you’ll find yourself staring back to plain old you.

But it didn’t.

What amazed you more was that the conjured illusion of your brother smiled and waved at you. Your brother! Your missing brother is there, right there within arm’s reach!

Jacob!

With shaking hands, you hesitantly reached out to touch the glass, your eyes overflowing with silent tears as your lips quivered in delight.

This is an illusion, a dream of a dream. You knew that, but would it be selfish to say you wouldn’t want to leave this room? Would it be selfish to simply stay here watching your brother through the looking glass?

“Y/N? Are you here?”

You snapped back. shattering the moment causing you to curse Rowan and her impeccable timing. Wait, how long were you in here anyway? You furiously wiped your tears as you glanced back at the mirror where your brother had this thoughtful look etched upon his face.

He’s still there!

You wanted to stay so badly, to stay with your big brother without any care in the world. No pressure from your family, no Merula acting all mighty and superior-y. No one but you and your brother.

But you have to go. Otherwise, they might take this mirror too, the only thing you have just to see your brother again.

“Y/N?”

You sighed. Even if you were feeling down earlier, the sight of your brother magicked every worry you had, gone in an instant. “I need to go, Jacob. I’ll be back for you.” You promised as you hurriedly went on your way, hesitating at the last step.

You stole one more glance at the mirror, sighing in relief to see your brother with his usual serene expression. “I love you,” you whispered with hope that he hears it...even from afar.

That night, Professor Flitwick agreed to help you with your Merula problem and that’s when you realized, your brother never truly deserted you- that he left you with something far more interesting, far greater than you hoped to be.

He’s out there, you could tell. After all, no one knows your brother better than you, right?

With renewed determination and dedication, you vowed you would do everything to bring him back. You decided that you’re going to set out and look for these famed cursed vaults.

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Barnaby had always liked rainy days. Rainy days meant getting to sleep in later than usual, they meant having something rich and warm for breakfast, and they meant sitting with his parents by the roaring fireplace as the raindrops pattered against the window panes. It was rainy days like these that he enjoyed.

Unfortunately, that all came to an end on one particularly pouring November day in 1981.

A/N: so i was planning to participate in @delicrieux 's 11k challenge but i got so distracted and sidetracked, and here we are. i'm not particularly proud of this; i was really just playing around with a thought i had the other day and rolled with it. it's based off one of the prompts in the challenge but since i'm late, and didn't really enter? - i also didn't get to read over the challenge rules as thoroughly as i should have and mostly just glazed over to the prompts tbh - i'm not sure how it works now. but, delicrieux is one if my fav writers and i really wanted to do something for the challenge somehow. so yeah. sorry to delicrieux for being a tardy bum

She said it under breath, pulling herself to her feet.

It was one of those do or die times; the sort where you were down to the wire and options were thin, and well, you were probably beat up as shit. Which she was. People who leaned toward the good side tended to feel like they were always losing before they won. But, that was getting ahead of herself. She didn't know if they were going to win. More things than herself were bloody right now and she couldn't see a lot of ways where they could gain an upper hand on this climb. It was more like a freefall at this point. But that was her thing: looking for ways out when it seemed like there was no space to even breathe. She's been able to do it since she realized there was no going back either.

And there never was with the Doctor.

"we always have to fuck with the big guys, don't we?" she smirked, past possible broken ribs and ugly bruises and blood, and just an all around, no good day.

She's had worse. Probably.

She liked to call herself the biggest adrenaline junkie the Doctor ever picked up, and he liked to call her his enabler. And, little bit wackier than your average jaded citizen.

On this particular meander through space-time, they met some self proclaimed juggernaut with a mightier than thy complex and an end game of wiping out half the solar system. No way would the Doctor ever let that thought even breach the metaphorical waves of reality. So, they snuck abroad his ship with their typical thwarting mindset. They didn't think he would be docking on a planet faster than they could reevaluate their plan, and they didn't think they would be in the knee deep shit that was ending up right in the juggernaut's military base. It was a good and bad thing. Good because they could sabotage quite a lot. Bad because there were a lot of innocent lives they had to consider being held captive.

Very bad, no good.

A lot of different chain reactions led to this moment. A collection of choices made when the two put their brain together and a few of those times when the Doctor had an epiphanic brainstorm she managed to keep up with the details of. Everything was still insanely brutal on them of course. Jaunts like these naturally were when you stumbled on some evil space brute that wanted to squash you under his little finger.

The Doctor called her name, "Get back. We're not going to win this with you rushing in-"

"Isn't that what I'm good at though? Leaping into things? Making decisions even you can't really guess?" she looked him dead in the eye and quickly realized what was going to happen in the next few moments.

He uttered her name again, more insistently and worried.

She put on her best smirk and faced the juggernaut they'd been chasing and giving a heck of a ride to. He also did a number on them, she had to admit. Killing some of those they got to know and wanted to save. There were always casualties in this kind of things but,

she never did forgive herself or the person who caused it.

She wouldn't now either if she just let this happen. If she let the Doctor die.

His new, new, new plan was to use the surge of energy from a regeneration as a method of detonating the reactor in the juggernaut's ship. Which was spewing off heat and radiation as it tried to enter cool down mode. They had lost the pilfered explosives they were carrying around and there wasn't much else that could be done. They were banged up anyway and he figured he'd lived with this face long enough.

She wasn't having that plan though and she certainly wasn't about to have his blood on her hands to boot.

She eyed the belt of grenades slung across the juggernaut's waist and tensed up, getting ready to bolt.

"I'm sorry Doc." she sighed honestly. A while into this, the two of them discovered this guy was after more than senseless destruction; he was a hired gun by another person interested in smudging out the Doctor.

If the juggernaut ever ran into the Time Lord, he was to make killing him one of his priorities. She wasn't about to allow him to succeed.

She sprinted forward, thinking about all the daring adventures she's had, the things she's felt, people she's met, thing's she'd seen. The warmth she's experienced for making a real difference- the kind you couldn't on a place like earth. All because of him. The Doctor. She could never find the right words to a thank you for all that. There just wasn't any possible way. What was there to say to someone who's heard that same thing over and over from thousands upon thousands of people, and sometimes, none at all.

He deserved the universe, and she was sorry she couldn't do more than this.

"Come 'ere shithead!" she danced out the way of the alien's massive arm arching toward her as she got close, making a grab at the explosives on his hip.

She grasped one, clicking a dial and activating it. The alien bellowed at her and one of his meaty hands snatched her up by the scruff of her shirt to hold her in front of him.

"You pest! As filthy as that pathetic Time Lord." he seethed through big teeth and curled lips that exposed his sable gums.

She wildly grinned with burning eyes and a bloody nose.

"The only pathetic one here is you." she growled spitefully.

The hulking alien brought back a fist but then heard the steady beeping coming from his hip. He dropped her in fear to inspect his belt. He’d never saw it coming. 

She grunted on the floor where she scrabbled back onto her feet. With a mighty cry, she hurried to ram into his legs and topple him into the reactor. The alien's back hit the glass with a wobbly thud and she cast a look at the Doctor who was being dragged away by the civilians who sided with them. She smiled.

"You and me."

She got past the look on his face by knowing he'd get out of this alive.

She felt the swelling heat behind her and looked at the belligerent reactor. The gold glow inside of it reminded her of the TARDIS' heart.

She closed her eyes and thought of it. How much like home it and the Doctor felt in quiet, stolen moments.

At least that was comforting enough before everything went:

boom.

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