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"No, don't… don't do that. Miss Evans, please…" Newt's voice never rose from its usual soft timbre, but alarm flashed briefly through those grey-green eyes as she moved toward the trunk. Rather than try to stop her, he rushed to close the dungeon door. As he'd just explained in his stuttering, halting way, occamies were choranaptyxic. They grew or shrunk to fit the available space. He could see in his mind's eye what would happen if she opened that lid. It would grow to fill the entire room. If it escaped out the door, well… there would be no more hiding it.

He assumed that was the case anyway. Gryffindor's Head Girl had just discovered his secret hiding place for illegal magical creatures. He couldn't even lie and say the occamy was the first one he'd had down here. But it was just a baby. It needed care and protection until it was big enough to care for itself, and even then, occamies were hunted for their highly valuable silver eggs. The lock clicked shut, and the fear on his face as he turned back to her wasn't for himself. He could be in detention for the rest of the year, he could even be expelled, but those things had never mattered to Newt. He just couldn't stand the idea of something happening to his creatures.

Seventh year showed a marked shift in, well, everything. The problems of the Wizarding World outside of Hogwarts suddenly seemed much more real and close than they had before, and her responsibilities at Hogwarts had nearly doubled. Lily would admit she had her doubts when James Potter was named Head Boy, but she'd been pleasantly surprised by the way he rose to the occasion. He was no longer the swaggering show-off who'd bullied Severus in their fifth year. Truthfully, it had been a long time since Lily thought of him that way.

The Gryffindor common room was crowded with people celebrating their first Quidditch win, and Lily hadn't even bothered trying to rein in the noise or the illicit drinking. (She didn't even want to know how Potter's friends had pulled that one off.) They deserved something to celebrate, something to keep their minds off the war brewing outside of school. She was swaying to the music with a butterbeer in hand, a voice pulling her gaze around. Think of the devil and he shall appear. As much to her surprise as anyone's, she smiled, holding out her free hand to him. "No time like the present, Potter."

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yes, please, get out. draco wants to say, his right eye practically twitching in irritation. it seemed the she-weasel had an incessant talent of intruding on his plans. he would have chalked her intrusions up to coincidence if it weren't for the fact that it was six in the morning on a wednesday, and this instance was not the witch's first offence. he wants to confront her about it, tell her to fuck off and leave him alone and he'll gladly do the same. but draco's meant to stay under the radar. not involve himself in any more trouble than he has to be. he's meant to be a good and obedientstudent, less of that will have him joining his father in azkaban.

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"Hey, I'm sure he's fine. Theo will eat anyone who tries to hurt him." Aven wasn't used to being put in a position to comfort hunters. She'd had nothing but distrust for the Winchester brothers the first time they came to New York City to work a case. But it turned out they weren't half bad once they all got over their differences, and the Wolfram twins had actually helped them hunt down some naughty little werewolves that were giving the rest of them a bad name.

Catching up a few months later had been fun, at least until Dean and Theo went off god knew where and then failed to meet their check-in time. Aven wasn't as worried as she might have been, since not answering his phone was just a part of her brother's personality. She'd long gotten used to his carelessness, and she loved him anyway. "Kidding. But really. They probably just had too much to drink and checked into a motel." Her fingers stroked slowly through Sam's long, surprisingly soft hair. She hadn't intended to fall asleep next to him on the couch the night before, but it was warm and surprisingly cozy there. Getting up to make coffee could wait.

the princess had only just been informed of her upcoming nuptials to the prince fiyero — so recently so, that she barely had time to truly process what it meant for her life before she had been thrust into a room to meet with the prince himself.

the beauty was quiet for a moment, looking around the room before her eyes settled on him. he was handsome, thank the gods. young, something she was also thankful for. too often she saw pretty women forced to marry a man far too old — at least fiyero seemed . . . well, more pleasant then that.