#filch

A cute moment between an Aerialbot and a Stunticon ✈️🏎️

From chapter 3 of the side story to Could Be Worse by @sir-mimkana

George Weasley x Hufflepuff!reader

Summary: Being an especially talented potions student, you run a lucrative black-market for brewing. One evening, a near-disastrous heist on Professor Snape's personal stores leads to a run-in with a tall, handsome, ginger wizard.

Content: fluff, banter, references to potions-dealing

Cross-posted to Ao3

The sound of your panting breaths and pounding feet echo through the stone corridor, a vial clutched tight in your fist

Oh, this had been a horrible idea. No amount of silver or gold is worth the trouble you'll be in if you're caught stealing from Professor Snape's personal stores. 

Your lungs and legs burn as you sprint down halls and stairwells, trying to make it to our common room by the kitchens before Filch catches up. Well, not Filch, exactly. You can leave him in your dust, easy. 

It's his cat you're trying to outrun, which is a far harder feat than you initially anticipated. 

Your breathing is ragged, your steps beginning to falter. Godric, you never thought a mrrow could fill you with such dread, but in this moment, the sound makes your heart plummet to your stomach. 

You're not going to make it. You're already resigning yourself to the idea of the worst detention you've ever experienced, rushing past a portrait of a young flower girl, when-

Suddenly, you're yanked by your arm into a tight, damp, dark corridor, a tall body pressed to your front, and a hand clamped tightly over your mouth to muffle your heavy breaths. The scent of campfires and cinnamon drifts up your nose. 

You probably should've pushed them-whoever it was; it's too dark to see their face-away, but the sound of Mrs. Norris's mewling and soft padding holds you in place. 

You've been saved. No sense in looking a gift thestral in the mouth. 

You hold still, the air just barely too hot in the cramped space, able to feel the breath of your saviour across your cheek until you're both certain the coast is clear. 

Pushing open the portrait concealing the secret passageway, you spill out into the open hall. 

All it takes is a flash of flame-orange hair, a mere glimpse of his lopsided grin, and you immediately identify him as one half of the infamous Weasley twin duo. Closer inspection is required, however, to determine just which twin he is. 

He possesses a certain... softness to him. His eyes glitter with mischief, yes, but there's concern there, too. His shoulders-slightly narrower. A tad hunched, even. George, then. 

"Do I want to know why you're running from Filch's cat on this fine Tuesday evening?" George hums, teasing. 

If there's any person in the entirety of Hogwarts you can trust with regaling your tales of rule-breaking, it's probably him. 

You hold up the prize you'd about risked your entire school career for: a small glass vial of what looked like a ground white powder

"Occamy eggshell," You announce, with no small amount of pride. 

George's eyes narrow slightly, "Isn't that for-"

"Felix Felicis? Why, yes, it is!" You smile and tuck the precious ingredient into your robe pocket. 

"What are you doing out of bed, then?"

George smirks. "Heading in the same direction as you, I suppose. Hufflepuff is right by the kitchens, isn't it?"

He starts to walk in that direction with such relaxed confidence, you don't even think before falling into step beside him. 

"So, I'm risking my neck because I'm being paid fifteen galleons to brew someone an incredibly complicated and rare potion, and you're..." You hesitate with faux confusion, "...out for a midnight snack?"

"I'm a growing boy."

You let out an amused hum, tipping your head back exaggeratedly to look him in the eye. "If you grow much more, I'd suggest a heart-felt conversation with your mother regarding your family history."

George snorts. 

It's almost pitiful how close you are to basement hall where your common room (and the kitchens) is located. Three turns and a single staircase, that's all it takes. You stop in front of the portrait of fruits, a mere few meters from the barrels that mark the entrance to Hufflepuff, suddenly reluctant to part ways. 

"I... appreciate the help," You murmur, a smile that's just a tad too genuine for your liking on your face. 

George, still grinning, shrugs, brushing past your shoulder and pulling open the painting. "Don't mention it. See you in Herbology." 

"Yeah-" The portrait closes, and you finish, much quieter, "...see you."

You tap the barrels in the designated rhythm, stepping into the dim but warmly lit common room, the smell of plants and growing things finally easing the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Reaching into our pocket to retrieve your bottle, something crinkly brushes against your fingertips. You pull both out, realizing the second item is a scrap of parchment you're positive wasn't there fifteen seconds ago. 

In small, tight, albeit a tad messy, script, are some words that have you smiling. Clearly, food wasn't the only thing George wanted from the house elves. No wonder he was alone. 

You're cute. Study in the library with me tomorrow?

~G. W.

A/N:

I, myself, may be partial to Fred, but I figured I'd throw a bone to all my George girlies out there

🧹Argus Filch 🧹

When I said I’m drawing every character, I meant it :) Even the biggest turds get a stage ✨

When sketching out this character, I channeled all the misery I felt in me (I had to dig deep🥲) and came out with this. Now, I know that the original text describes Filch with long hair, like in the films, but I took some creative liberty. I felt it was too easy to draw him with greasy long hair and wanted to explore a different style for him.

I wanted Filch to genuinely look disturbing. When you’re an eleven-year old student running around Hogwarts and this old git comes hobbling after you, screaming obscenities, you might actually pee your pants a bit… I know I would. My 11-year old self would have been terrified of this man. And that’s what I came here to do; to terrify children 😌

I am so sorry I disappeared/ keep disappearing

High-school is alot and I just never have motivation but uh

Have some early jaundiced crab ref

Yes he's still a "reliant" robin👍

please 🩶🩶🩶

I assume you mean with HP so

Favourite characters:

Severus Ob-viously Snape. Dramatic snake king. Absolute bitch. Would smooch and smack and marry any day, any hour, in every storage room.

Sirius Drinking-Problem Black. Would get hammered and make him cry by confronting him with his unresolved feelings of grief. Might fuck (and be disappointed).

Remus Boo-hooLupin. Was my fav when I was younger, now I want to slap him a lot. Still can't shake off my residual fondness so I'm torn between sneering at him and wanting to buy him new clothes.

OTP/Underrated ships:

Sirius/Severus aka Snack. I love their funny, aggressive and sexually charged dynamic way too much (I'm just a gurl). Whimpering like a victorian man for The War of the Roses by @saintsenara.

Tonks/Moody. Do yourself a huge service and go read Difficult to work with from the great @wisteria-lodge and @niche-pastiche.

Lucius/Severus/Narcissa aka Snucissa. I just... well... from the same great minds, go make yourself blush reading Premature Eulogy.

Underrated Characters:

Alastor Moody. This man is a legend, we need more of him and his limp. Let's remember he can see through clothes.

Filch. We should include him way more in fictions. Underused as fuck. Make him play chess with Snape. Make him cunning or brave or nice or obsessed, or a pervert, idc, just do something with him.

"I'd say don't be an idiot, but I know what's coming."