#hgl

- how you two got together -

Ominis Gaunt

After a cold introduction outside the Undercroft, you and Ominis grow closer, fostering a shaky friendship over the shared endeavor of keeping Sebastian out of Azkaban (which is decidedly harder than it looks). Ominis realises his excitement over a new friend is something more in sixth year when the two of you are paired up in Sharp’s class working on brewing Amortentia. You are so gentle and patient with him and his lacking potion skills. You tutor him in potions, and although he tried as hard as he can, he’s disappointed when he can’t smell anything once it’s finished.

He does notice your perfume is a bit strong that day. He’s never quite been able to put his finger on the scent- both fruity and floral, some tantalising exotic orange with sweet and floral notes of vanilla. Imagine his surprise when Professor Sharp had commended the two of them on a perfect brew. With a creeping blush, he asks you what you smelled as the class packs to leave. You hesitate for a moment, shoving your potions book into your bag “pine trees and mint”.

You had left in a hurry after that. He had been too wrapped up in his own realisation to question why you left in such a hurry, pushing his own book into his bag, rattling against his jar of shoe polish and tin of hard peppermint candies. He was halfway down the corridor before his brain caught up with him and he tore off after you.

Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian knew he had a strong affliction for you after your first meeting— knocking him on his ass when you dueled in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The year following had only reenforced that idea. You followed him through thick and thin, and pulled him back from the edge when he had went too far. Sixth year had been busy with exams and it felt as if every person in the castle needed your attention- pulling you away from him.

Amit needed help mapping an uncharted constellation, Poppy needed your help with a brood of Giant Purple Toads, Natsai stole you away tracking a dark wizard camp into Romania, Garreth had begged you for assistance locating rare Pheonix feathers he needed for some new potion idea; even Ominis needed your attention on your joint charms project that was snowing both of you in. Every time he pulled you away for a few moments- under guise of studying or looking into some artifact Professor Hecat had brought in, the two of you had been interrupted and he had watched you be whisked off by some well meaning friend requiring your assistance.

He made it through first term before he’d had enough— grabbing your hand and dragging you from History of Magic class when Binns’ back was turned. He had shushed your protests, shoving you into the nearest broom cupboard following your abscondance. You had stumbled in, hand landing on his chest, pulled tight against him in the cramped space. He didn’t need to be an occulmens to see what you were thinking based on how you reacted to his touch- plans were set for the Yule Ball, and a promise was made that you would take him with you on your next adventure.

Leander Prewett

Leander had never been a sore loser before he met you— he had never been a loser at all. He prided himself on his wand work and his class work, top of his year in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts (the latter likely only due to Sebastian’s penchant for rule breaking), he had been positively miffed when you defeated him in crossed wands. He had been less surprised but no less hurt when you repeated victory in summoner’s court.

Watching you do magic was no different than watching an artist at work. It was under this pretense he had requested tutoring from you in his worst subject- Divination. While he didn’t put much stock in the subject originally, a NEWT in Divination and work in short term precognition would put him over the top in his application for an apprenticeship at Gringotts following his final year at Hogwarts. Your patience with him and dedication to spending your evenings in a stuffy, unused classroom pouring over aged textbooks and drinking earl grey by the bucket full to practice reading tea leaves quickly turned into stolen glances and light caresses when exchanging materials.

It was one of these late nights, your cramped study space filled with tea steam, when passing you a cup of tea- your hands brushed and instead of looking away as he usually would, Leander looked at you and the blush creeping up your cheeks. The next time the two of you had tea, it was at Madame Puddlefoots, and Leander swore he would never take his eyes off you again.

Amit Thakkar

Amit was never shy or disingenuous with how he felt about you. He had complimented your intellect during a shared assignment in Astronomy and you had blushed, giggling at his forwardness. You had continued to work together, Amit becoming more and more awestruck by your brain. Your trip into the goblin mine had been overwhelming- it wasn’t for another day afterward he had recalled how impressed you had been that he could read Gobbledegook.

His face had been tinged pink for an hour afterwards. It took him awhile to find the courage to confirm mutual feelings, you were always being followed around by your “Slytherin henchmen” as Garreth had put it. Eventually, he was able to corner you after class, and the two of you shared a midnight picnic under the moonlight, mapping the constellations and theorising on Centaur star divination.

Garreth Weasley

You and Garreth had become fast friends after you convinced him against stealing from Professor Sharp in favor of you sourcing him a dozen Fwooper feathers from a den you had found not far from a poacher camp west of Keenbridge. It had been an easy trade for him- and opened up a new market for hard to find potion ingredients. He loved your easy smile, your love of adventure, and your never ending kindness toward man and beast alike.

He fell fast and hard, but was disuaged by your Slytherin henchman, following you around Hogwarts and capitalising on your time. You were away from the castle more time than not these days— although you had kept your word on sourcing nifler fur, Garreth just hadn’t expected for it to arrive via your owl with a short note.

stuck clearing out a spider infestation in Aranshire but I still want to know all about your new potion xxx

Garreth had never been a fan of spiders, but he was definitely a fan of yours and borrowed a school broom to go meet you out in Aranshire. What followed was a decent amount of blasting and small brush fires as the two of you battled arachnids out of the small hamlet. Garreth only managed to get tangled up in cobwebs twice, much to his chagrin and your amusement.

As the two of you sat in the aftermath, splitting a slightly squashed pumpkin pasty and picking pieces of cobwebs out of each other hair and clothes, Garreth confessed he had no immediate need for spider fangs or venom as was his initial reason for joining you, but rather had wanted to help and wanted to spend time with you without your cronies. You had laughed at that— the idea of Sebastian dressed up in a black hat and billowing coat like a muggle highwayman was downright comical.

Seb: "fine Evelin, I'll go with you to yull ball so your girlie feelings don't hurt even more that you go alone after you found out with that your love interest already has someone to go with"(talking in dramatic tone)

And Eve's like „you’re the little bitch that’s crying all the time“