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It looks like this:

Here’s the link to the Extended Patronus Quiz:

For anyone curious: the measure is separated between Majority and Weighted. From what I understood, you will have groups of questions (called questions sets), and there are two or three paths. For instance, Glitter goes with Dream, Shine with Discover, Glow with Dance; whereas Make goes with Bone, and Improve with Blood. 

The Majority will prioritize the determination of the groups based on the path you have taken the most inside this very group : if I took three answers on the path of Shine, then I’ll have Path Shine. The groups will be chosen overall to determine your Patronus. 

The Weighted however, will consider each and every answer individually, and relate them to the Patronus directly, without considering the groups.

Be warned though: only the Extended versions of the quizzes and I want that wand work anymore (I Want That Wand gives your features based on the wand you want). So it’s more like this:

If you want to determine your wand based on your features, you can use the speadsheet here, and here is the speadsheet for the Patronuses.

Credits go to N1ffler from Reddit, the only problem being that their links on their post don’t work anymore as they require a password to go to Wizardmore; Kira is the one who made the Wand Spreadsheet (@grangr on Tumblr), and I think N1ffler’s the one who made the Patronus Spreadsheet as well.

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Extra: The White King (I)

But first she (Elizabeth) had to gather a couple of morons. Yes, her first friends here at Hogwarts. Where one is the other should be, so it shouldn’t be that hard.

Unless Shiu’s doing something stupid and Alan’s still holed away in the library to do anything about it, she thinks negatively.

  But it was pretty unavoidable to say that both statements were true. Alan would be conversing with a Swedish fire wizard in the library while scolding him about his vodka and Shiu would be…

Well, being Shiu.

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Unlike Alan, Shiu has no interest on the ice-covered eating habits of Finnish sea snakes aka something Latin that commonly resided in the lakes of blah blah blah, other than the fact that they would make great pets (in his vivid opinion). But unlike Elizabeth “Lunatic Lizzie” Willow or Alene “Fuck you my name is Alan” Vin, Shirou is a gentleman.

Most of the time.

Shirou Kazuo liked to think of himself of as a simple man. His father was Japanese (hence his name), and his mother was a witch from the lovely land of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland; England, to be exact, since he wasn’t Scottish, Welsh, or Irish.

Except for his great-great-grandfather who, who was from Wales and eloped with his great-great-grandmother who happened to be from the lovely land of England even though he turned out to have a rare fairy disease and died thinking he was the Fairy King.

Luckily, it wasn’t genetic. Shirou was fine.

Totally.

 To many of his friends or anybody he asks to, his name is Shiu. He’s on his last year at Hogwarts and an avid lover of battle magic. Despite a proclaimed gentleman, everybody who is around him for at least twelve hours knows that he loves nothing more than to blow crap up.

Because it’s cool.

Now, Shirou Isaac Kazuo is also known for another thing that makes him even more less of the gentleman he proclaims to be. The Shiu Rule, aka “If I see my friends hurt and/or any of their blood I will wreck your shit”. Said friends are famously known as Elizabeth Willow and Alene Vin, also Katherine Willow but she went to Beauxbatons. However, all three of them are there now, so it’s triple the risk.

The most famous is Alan. Shiu LOVES Alan. Shiu ADORES Alan. Shiu would KISS Alan.

Sadly, the last one isn’t true as seen from the Mistletoe Incident two years ago that happened right before everybody went to Christmas break. However, the first two live on and Shiu’s undying Roman love for Alan never dies (as well as the large population of the school that believes that he doesn’t just love Alan like the Romans do).

That number is smaller now, especially since, after the incident, Shiu turned right around and kissed the girl behind him right before he got punched in the face by her angry little Gryffindor brother.

And so, came Cerise Rosso.

That was also when another thing about Shiu was learned:

Shiu was a romantic.

A big one.

He still is.

So things got a little weird after that.

A few things happened:

A) Shirou Isaac Kazuo actually turned into a gentleman. Around Cer, at least. Instead of the wild-enough-to-counter-Quidditch-maniac-Maroon demeanor he usually gave, he became unusually nicer. He became happier, pippier, sun-shinier, lighter, and just one big bundle of smiles and cheer. It was weird, but kind of nice, too.

It became no secret that Shiu was completely and utterly taken in by the little lady, and Shiu’s gentlemanly charms were really quite something. Back at the Faculty Office of the Professors with Nothing to Do, the professors began to take bets on who would get together first: Shirou and Cerise or Crimson and Indigo.

It was a tough battle.

Unfortunately, in the end, the C/I group won because Crimson got lucky around the FOLLOWING Christmastime and was slipped a Truth Taffy by none other than Gold Kimu Junior.

(Professor Jethero made Gold make three extra parchments on his essay because he lost 10 galleons to Professor Pine, who can still be heard snickering madly about the entire ordeal.)

And so brings us to B:

Shiu began to work.

Work.

Suddenly the “What the hell are books, Alan”s turned to “Dude I kind of need your copy about Northern Atlantic Astronomy or whatever it is”.

Shiu was the slacker out of his little trio of friends (and still kind of is), but the sole fact that he actually tried working was a miracle to everybody that made their Divination teacher faint when he asked her a serious question.

Shiu Kazuo despised Divination.

(Mostly because he pretty much sucked ass at it.)

Alan was the most distressed at this, since he had been trying for “SIXTEEN FUCKING YEARS” to get this guy to even lift up a quill, and even more to lift up a pen. So it was up to Master Detective Alene to figure out what the hell was going on.

Unfortunately, that was what he was good at.

So then came said Series of Weird Events C:

Nobody knows.

Something happened. Something strange happened to the three. But soon, everybody noticed despite the very silent transition. It was just the little things, but still, many were able to see it.

But none of it was bad. Everybody seemed fine, but for some reason, it was like changes were made in the code, a switch in the railroad tracks, a hack in the system.

It was only one year ago, in of Shiu’s sixth and Cerise’s fifth years.

But still, everybody seemed happy. Better, even, like a cure had been made to something that wasn’t even there. Shiu became more mature, more of an adult (though he still liked to blow crap up).

Sometimes people ask him what happened, but only a few know what really happened. If you ask them, it would hurt them, but still remind them about just exactly what made them what they were. Some painfully, some peacefully.

Even so, you can always feel an undying love in the air around the two, Cerise and Shirou, something unbreakable.

The kind of love that seemed like it would have taken a journey to find.

But even still, some people wonder exactly what kind of journey that was.

Shirou Isaac Kazuo likes to think of himself as a simple man, but there are some things that make him one of the biggest enigmas of all.

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“SHIROU!”

Shirou feels a chill rocket up his spine at the voice and in front of him, there’s a crash. Shiu winches at the sound, and whirls around to the woman stomping towards him with a light-haired boy in her tow.

“What was that, Liz?!” Shiu asks, and throws a hand to the scene before him. “I was making my mark!” He tells her while pointing to the giant pile of several small items from around the room in a big pile.

“Seriously?” Alan says from behind Liz, raising an eyebrow at the structure.

“That’s a pile of books and marbles and candles and crap, Shiu.” Elizabeth tells him with a face.

“It was a Gollum before you broke my concentration! I had the perfect setup for Professor Jethero!” Shiu tells her with a huff, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Elizabeth rolls her eyes.

“That would have been useful.” she says with an edge of sarcasm.

“I know, right?” Shiu replies with excitement and a grin, receiving groans from both of the friends in front of him. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t be like that you killjoys. What do you want, anyways?”

“Helloooo? My sister is here! The whole gang’s here and you’re just going to stand here and build giant book monsters?” Elizabeth scolds him and tightens her grip around Alan’s wrist, making him cringe in pain. “We’re going to the courtyard. Come on!” She tells him.

“Shouldn’t I do something about this stuff, first?” Shirou asks her.

“No. I won’t make her wait, because that damn vache is with her and I’m not making her spend another minute with that twin-tailed Frenchie. We’re leaving now.” Elizabeth tells Shirou, and waves him along.

Shirou looks back at the pile and thinks for a moment. Should he really leave this entire mess for the professor?

He shrugs. “Oh well.” he says, and then catches up with Elizabeth.

As the three exit, Alan turns to Shirou, his wrist still in captivity by the fuming French woman in front of him, but her grip looser (much to his thankfulness). “Hey, shouldn’t you bring Cerise?” he asks Shiu, and Shiu blinks at him.

“Really? I can?” Shiu says, a little excitably, and Alan lifts his head to him.

“Sure, I mean, she’s part of the group too. Practically, anyways.” Alan tells him, and Shiu brightens.

“That’s awesome! It’ll be the five of us!” Shiu says enthusiastically, and Elizabeth barks a laugh.

“We just keep getting bigger and bigger! Cerise came, and before her, Kate, and you couldn’t have met her before you met me.” She tells them, and smirks at the boy she’s holding. “Aren’t you grateful, Alene? You met your soulmate through none other than me.”

“Shut up, Elizabeth.” Alan growls, and turns a soft red. Shiu and Elizabeth break into laughter as Alan fumes silently while being dragged down the hall.

Shiu looks over at Alan, and then thinks back; back to when they first met, when they first entered Hogwarts, when he met the first person, when he first met the second, the Christmas Incident, and everything that followed and everything in between.

“You can talk to me. Don’t worry, I don’t mind it. I guess since I know your secret, I can tell you mine.”

“O-Oh, so… you’re…”

“T-This is stupid…”

“It’s you!”

“Well, like that wasn’t obvious, Kazuo!”

“Stay the hell away from her!”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ve always been pretty obvious about it, you had that… look in your eyes.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m sorry… I am so, so sorry.”

Shiu smiles, and then turns away. He’s only got a few treasures in his life, and he enjoys naming them all. He can’t say that the adventure to getting them was easy, or painless.

But in the end, he knows it’s worth it.

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A/N: This wasn't supposed to be that serious, I swear. But it happened. So here we freaking go.

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2. Beauxbaton’s and Durmstrang II

Elizabeth Willow is not an elegant woman. When they kicked her out of Beauxbaton’s, she grabbed her broomstick, rode out, and made her mark right up there on that huge damn clock tower that was supposed to be a “school symbol” or whatever, but nobody really liked anyways (in her opinion).

Her parents, determined to get her magical education, shipped her off to England and enrolled her in Hogwarts despite her clearly wanting to go to Durmstrang. Though she was eventually taken by the amazing advancements in potions at the school and stopped complaining (a lot).

She decided to change herself. Once-punk and multicolored Eliza then became passionate, intelligent Elizabeth Willow. She decided on intelligent after the sorting hat decided on Ravenclaw over Slytherin (it was a very hard choice, she noticed), and decided to do something about it.

So she studied. Like hell she studied. Potions, spells, charms, herbs, magic. However, it was during one of her summer vacations in America where she discovered the most amazing ever in the history of the world since the polyjuice potion.

Science.

And also juice boxes.

So, at her second year at Hogwarts, she decided she would use this amazing muggle discovery and make a name for it and herself at lovely ol’ Hogwarts.

However, when they sent her sister, her cute baby sister, over to bloody Beauxbaton’s, she threw a fit. That was the start of the Lunatic Lizzie craze in the school. Not nice and peppy, but insane and deadly.

Elizabeth, convinced that they were only rumors, decided that if she didn’t acknowledge they existed, they didn’t.

This wasn’t the case.

Lunatic Lizzie continued to thrive on.

More incidents followed after that: the Chocolate Frogs Incident, the Purple Hogsmeade Incident, the Great Tragedy of William Durkley, they Nargles in the Grand Hall Adventure, and a lot more. It soon became known that you do not mess with Elizabeth Willow or she will mess with you.

So, with a box of apple juice in her hand and a dark excitement swelling through her body, she watches over the poor ignorant little witches and wizards as they scurry around the halls. She slurps loudly, once again tasting the true amazingness of muggle juice boxes.

However, she searches eagerly for one face amongst the crowd over all of the others. Every time she sees one of those (disgusting) periwinkle Beauxbaton’s hats among them, she shoots around. But unfortunately, none of them hold the greatness of her baby sister.

They’re just lucky they’re here for a good cause, she thinks, and grinds the juice box straw between her teeth.

Ah, the Triwizard Tournament. The only reason she hasn’t driven out damn Beauxbaton’s singlehandedly already. Durmstrang was her former dream school (still kind of is, but they’re a little out of date), so she was completely okay with having them around.

She threw her name into the cup the second she could. She actually tried to throw her name in twice but that ended up having Viola and Scarlet removing blue spots from her skin the entire evening. Even now, she’s dying to get in and kick some Beauxbaton ass. Durmstrang just as much, because she wants to meet up to their standards as much as anything.

“Oh yeah, you losers better watch out for Lunatic Lizzie…” she says under her breath, even using that dreaded nickname. She convinces herself she hates it, but she does feel a strange sense of pride in it.

“Excuse-moi?”

Elizabeth nearly crushes her juice box, and swerves around to the moron that dared to use her cursed home-tongue in her presence. At first, she’s met face-to-face with just a familiar blue hat, but when she looks down, she notices a pair of glinting emerald eyes.

“Salut, mademoiselle.” The girl before her says in an almost mocking voice. Elizabeth spits the straw out of her mouth and smiles at the taunting girl. However, it’s cold and she’s pretty sure her eyes are saying otherwise (because she’s trying to do so).

“Who are you, kid?” Elizabeth asks.

“How rude! I assure you that I am not a child.” the girl tells her, her accent showing when her “that” sharply sounds as a “zat”. She flips one of her black pigtails over her shoulder and smirks at Elizabeth, who is more than annoyed. “Besides, I sure remember you, mademoiselle.”

“What, those morons spreading rumors about me again? Too bad, I’m already happy with my reputation here.” Elizabeth tells her with a little pride in her voice. The girl grins.

“Well I sure remember « Merde l’école! Je suis une perruche libre maintenant! » Do you not?” the girl asks with a wink, and Elizabeth draws in a sharp breath, and her smile twitches.

“I-I was aware they erased that incident from their school history…” Elizabeth says nervously. “Not even my sister knows about it.”

“Oh, but all but one of the generations from that year have graduated. All except for the first years of that year, Elizaberta.” the girl tells her with her smile widens.

“…Emily…” Elizabeth breathes in horror.

“Oh, merde, it is Emmy, Elizaberta!” Esmeralda groans, her smile gone, now with an expression of annoyance. “At least get my nickname right!”

“I should have known, you’re still as freakishly short as you were six years ago…” Elizabeth says with a strained chuckle. “I’m surprised you’re still even in the school.”

“Unlike you do, Elizaberta, I do not make ah… stupid mistakes.” Esmeralda tells her.

“Oh, what I’m about to do to you is not a mistake—” Elizabeth growls, and makes her way to the girl, spitting fire.

“Non!”

There sings out the only French accent Elizabeth is able to endure, and both heads perk up, their malice gone and their eyes shining.

Katherine Willow pushes her way through the crowd and hops up to the arguing duo, worry etched on her face. She realizes what she has just spoken, and slaps her cheeks.

“I-I mean… L-Lizzie! E-Emmy! You guys can’t fight! Please!” she says, switching to her English accent.

“Did you just call her Emmy, Kate?” Elizabeth shouts in shock.

“But of course, Elizaberta.” Emmy says with confidence and pulls her fellow Beauxbaton’s student towards her. “Kate and I are bonne friends.”

Elizabeth, at this point, suspects that Emmy is only repeating her constant French just to annoy her, but what annoys her the most is not that. Her hands itch for her wand, and she fingers it hungrily. “Oh, you’re really looking for a mouth full of lotus, aren’t you, bit—”

“H-Hey!” Kate shouts, and both turn to her as she backs away from Emmy to face them both. “A-As much as I hate to say this… I-If you two fight here then neither of you will be allowed to compete in the tournament!”

Elizabeth and Esmeralda stop, and then look from Kate to each other. They growl, and Elizabeth removes her hand from where she keeps her wand. “Damn it…”

“As much as I would like to turn you into a little piglet, Elizaberta, Katie does have a point.” Esmeralda says, and Elizabeth cringes at the nickname.

“Fine, I’ll be seeing you on the field, vache.” Elizabeth tell her.

“That is if you get in, perruche.” Esmeralda tells her, a little ticked at the insult.

Elizabeth growls, she feels Lunatic Lizzie coming along… she has to get out of there before Kate sees. “Kate, meet up with me in the courtyard, I’m going to go grab a couple of idiots.” she tells her sister, and ruffles her hair.

Kate perks up and her face brightens like Christmas has come early. “Y-You mean—!”

“Just don’t bring the vache.” Elizabeth said, her eyes averted to Esmeralda now, who snickered mockingly.

“Oh, don’t worry. I wouldn’t want Katie’s little reunion to be interrupted.” She says, but actually sounded like she meant it with a wink at Kate. Kate nods excitably, and Emmy sends another look at Elizabeth that makes her teeth grind. She shoves the juice box straw in her mouth once more and spins around to make her exit.

It kills her to leave her sister again after just have finding her, but she’s afraid she might have done something nasty to Emily—Emmy— if she had stayed. She still remembers the girl from her first year (now), and still wants to send a Tongue Tier her way. Oh, how that would be hilarious.

Or better, use the power of science.

But all of the things she can think of are illegal and it irks her so. She also can’t do anything that could hurt her too badly because then Kate would cry. Damn it all.

Oh, just wait until the tournament, I hope there’s a battling competition this year because she is so (legally) dead, she thinks to herself.

But first she had to gather a couple of morons. Yes, her first friends here at Hogwarts. Where one is the other should be, so it shouldn’t be that hard.

Unless Shiu’s doing something stupid and Alan’s still holed away in the library to do anything about it, she thinks negatively..

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“No alcholoic beverages on school grounds.” Alan recites, turning a page in Merllerie’s Guide to Nordic Sea Creatures. There’s a good article about Finnish ice snakes and he doesn’t want to be bothered by worthless drunken banter.

The library newcomer looks up from his bottle, and closes the bottle. His naturally stern face is currently more relaxed right now, and his coat is open due to the warmer weather down in England. “I apl’gize.” he says in a thick voice, and sets the bottle on his lap in a tried manner.

Alan looks at him from the corner of his eye. He’s a teacher, foreign, he notes. Must be from Durmstrang, judging from his attire, though he seems young. He had just been working with something heavy earlier, despite his large form, by the way his fingers rub themselves. He’s not used to the heat, so he must be native to the Nordics. Alan wonders if he’s ever seen a Finnish ice snake in his life. No, by his accent, he’s Swedish.

“Are you going to do something about that?” Alan says from his place across from the man, who looks up at him. Alan lowers his book slightly, just to look at him.

“Nah, I’ll dr’nk it lat’r.” he tells Alan, and reaches for the hem of his open coat to put it away. Alan frowns slightly, and pulls out his wand.

With a swish and flick and mumble of a basic spell from his first year, the bottle slips from the man’s tired hands, and in front of the spot in front of Alan. “Not on school grounds.” He tells him, and taps the bottle lightly. It shivers a couple times, shaking on the table, before it shrinks down and reshapes, turning into a typical round ball.

Alan takes the ball and tosses it to the man before him. The man looks up at him and raises an eyebrow. “Bold move.” he tells him, but not in a threatening tone.

“I get that a lot.” Alan tells him, keeping his eyes on the book before him. He’s moved onto the section about Finnish frostbite crabs. Hm, if the man was Finnish he could have let him have his vodka in exchange for access to one. Shiu would have helped him send one down somebody’s shirt. Like Gold’s, in vengeance for the Ferret incident.

“I don’ suppose ya’ entering th’ tourn’ment?” the man asks him, tossing the ball up and down with one hand. Alan never thought he would have any use for any of the spells in Transmogrify the Fifth Edition, but they did seem they would be fun to play with.

“No.” Alan tells him immediately.

“How old are you?” the man asks curiously, catching the ball and tossing it between his two hands for a little bit.

“Eighteen.” Alan responds.

“You’re eligible, then.” the man tells him factually.

“I have no interest in these events.” Alan says, and turns a page. The only reason he’s thought about them so much is because Shiu threw his name in already. He was going to be involved one way or the other because of him and there was no escaping it.

The man catches the ball and examines it in his hands. “You like to show off, though.”

Alan looks up at him and scowls a bit. He doesn’t say anything, and tries to hide that he can’t respond to that by clenching his teeth tight.

“Thought so,” the man chuckles, “my kids aren’t that tough to beat, either, young man. Don’t think a couple fancy spells are going to win you the gold.”

Alan closes the book, noting to himself to check it out later so that he can read it in his room. He looks at the man and purses his lips tight. “You will go nowhere in life without intelligence, sir.” he tells the man, and the latter smirks.

“There is a large barrier between intelligence and wisdom, kid.” the man tells him a little more cockily this time, and it makes Alan scowl.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Alan asks, and fingers a thick copy of Warlocks in his little pile on the desk.

“A lot of things, kid.” the man tells him, and tosses the ball up in the air and flicking. The ball rolled, and then unrolled into a slim black cat that landed gracefully onto the professor’s arm. It clung to his arm with sharp claws and hissed spitefully. The man looked over to Alan and grinned.

Alan opened his mouth to respond but suddenly, a different face entered the scene.

“Alene. Atticus. VIN!” Elizabeth’s sharp voice snaps his full name, and a couple shushes come from the other library. Alan flinches at the sound of his full name, and becomes frigid.

“I-I…” He wants to retort, but has trouble finding the worlds.

Elizabeth grabs his arm and hauls him, up, nearly throwing Warlocks out of his other hand as she drags him to his feet. “My little sister is here and you haven’t even seen her yet?”

“I looked for her earlier but there were too many blue hats!” Alan retorts, and then clears his throat embarrassedly because he’s spoken too loud. The man across him his has frozen and sits in his seat like stone.

Elizabeth turns to him and waves. “Sorry if he’s been a rude little asshat. (“Hey!”) He wasn’t born with it, but it’s this thing he’s picked up.”

“What the bloody hell does that mean you git?” Alan snaps at Elizabeth, his English accent strengthening at his annoyance. He then covers his mouth and clears his throat again. The professor does not respond.

“Whatever,” Elizabeth groans, and turns back to Alan, “look, did you and Shiu throw your names in?”

“He threw it in the first second he could. You think I would?” Alan retorts, and Elizabeth curses.

“Damn it all. Anyways, come with me, Kate’s waiting at the courtyard.” Elizabeth tells him, and begins to drag him away.

Unlike protesting like he would like to, Alan allows himself to be dragged away willingly (grabbing the copy of Nordic Sea Creatures first) and follows her. He hates submitting to the woman, but he does want to see Kate (a little more than he would like to admit). He also hears that she’s been studying more into Astrology and wants to discuss a couple topics with her that he couldn’t do during summer break.

In all honesty, he does kind of miss the girl. He met her when Elizabeth invited them over after her first year at Hogwarts (technically half-year since she transferred in), and met her when she was ten. She was now sixteen and he and Shiu had spent nearly every summer with the sisters either in England, France, or some other country (he kind of regrets that one time they went to America and now Elizabeth won’t shut up about science and juice).

He’s muggle-born, and not sure about how to feel about it, though Kate makes him feel better about it (Elizabeth keeps on asking him to smuggle in juice boxes and sometimes wins). He also remembers that one Christmas when he kissed her because Delano wanted to hang up decorations and was really excited about the mistletoe. Despite Alan telling him that it was holly and not mistletoe, it happened anyways and hekindoflikedit.

Before that they shoved him and Shiu under it and that had to be the most awkward thing ever since pretty much ever so it didn’t feel as weird as it should have.

Kate stared acting really weird for about a couple months after that but eventually things were fine after that.

Okay not really because everything now seems really weird for him. Even now. Not the bad kind of weird but just weird. He has one hypothesis on it but he thinks Elizabeth will kill him if he even mentions it.

Alan looks back to his table where the professor his fading from his sight. He’s still sitting there, frozen stiff and his cat turned back into a ball. He’s now staring at the ball like it’s the only thing in the room but his eyes are blank. Weird.

Elizabeth lets him check out his books and they leave the library.

He’s got a lot on his mind now: the tournament, Kate, Shiu, the professor, even Elizabeth, but if he’s going to graduate, he’s going to have to keep his head on straight.

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Ian looks around the library and grumbles. He’s already searched half of the school and if he can’t find his professor after this, he’s just going to report him MIA and be done with it. He runs a hand through his short pale hair; Hogwarts is a lot less intense by Durmstrang, maybe just a bit livelier, but he guesses that’s because of all of the excitement from the tournament.

As he walks through the aisles, he notices the large mass of books they have. It’s a lot more than Durmstrang, but a whole lot messier. He wonders how disciplined they are in the UK.

He then spots his professor, down near the end of the aisle, staring at a bright red ball the size of a baseball. He doesn’t seem to be moving, just staring and… thinking. It appears.

He groans and straightens his sweater and tie before approaching him. He’s five-foot-eleven and just a couple inches shorter than his professor, but still a little above average in height for his school. The professor in question still intimidates him, even if he is new, but his defense lessons are extraordinary, he thinks.

He stops in front of the immobile professor (who he notices hasn’t noticed his presence yet), and clears his throat. “Professor Pyrrhus.” he calls, and the man blinks. Twenty-six years old and you would think the man has lost his hearing.

“O-Oh, yes, Washin’ton?” he responds, and starts rolling the ball absentmindedly in his hand.

Ian groans a bit at the nickname. Washington. Yes, he did live in the state the year before he transferred, but other than that he had nothing to do with America. “They’re calling all of the professors to the Grand Hall.” He tells the man.

Magnus stares at the ball for a couple more seconds. “…Washin’ton?”

“Yes?” Ian responds.

“You and Robin ‘ood meet a’y pretty girls h’re?” he asks.

Ian flinches a bit at the statement and his cheeks tint red a bit. He adjusts his glasses in an embarrassed manner and clears his throat. “I-I have no idea, professor. I don’t think Carter has any interest in girls anyways.” He tells him. Carter has always been Robin Hood to the professor because of his strange obsession with archery, but he felt more comfortable calling his brother by his actual name.

“Bes’des Jay?” Magnus asks.

He can’t argue with that. “Yeah, sure.” Ian agrees. “And can you stop calling us weird names? Her name is Minnie.” Actually, it was Michael but nobody called her that anyways so it didn’t matter.

Magnus tosses the ball up in the air and catches it. “Ya think Robin l’kes Jay as a w’man?”

Ian doesn’t know how to respond to that. Professor Pyrrhus is acting weird. “Er… It’s kind of obvious that he does, to me at least.”

Magnus sits back and stares that the ball some more. He thinks of a wild face, with lush brown hair like hot coffee and cream, and passion emitting from her like sunshine. She’s young, a student, in a different school, even, but he doesn’t care.  “Hey Washin’ton?”

“Yes?” Ian replies.

“I think I’m in love.”

Ian chokes on air.

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Wow! That was a fun chapter. There was a bunch of unintentional focus on the Unovan quartet but everybody else came too!

I knew Magnus was going to be a part of Durmstrang but he was too old to be a student (even if I adjusted the ages). So he became a teacher. But I didn't have any proper characters to become Durmstrang-appropriate, so I now can introduce to you some of the Zeta line characters!

Ian's codename in NE is Washington, and Magnus makes up a bunch of weird nicknames for everybody so that's what those codenames became. Ian's 18, and his brother his brother is Carter (16), who's called Robin Hood. Their best friend and third to the trio is Minnie (18), whose real name is Michael (long story), and her codename was Jay

Oh yeah! And translation to what Emmy told Elizabeth:

« Merde l’école! Je suis une perruche libre maintenant! » = "Fuck the school! I'm a free parakeet now!"

It was a message Elizabeth burned into the walls of the music room before she left. Her nickname at the time was parakeet (perruche). When Elizabeth calls Emmy a vache, it means cow and it's very insulting in French.

Emmy's not really an antagonistic character at all! She and Elizabeth just have a bad history. She's pretty fun to be around, actually. It's just that when they see each other it's like they turn punk or something.

Alan secretly loves pranking people. He just likes to blame his urges on Shiu because he's more open about it. He's also really sweet on Kate and both of them are half-aware of the UST in different ways.

Well, that's all for this installment! Gotta work in HISTORIC VOCABULARY. I really hope this project is acceptable. It's kind of weird.

1. Beauxbaton’s and Durmstrang

“Yeesh, the Durmstrang kids are just as freaky as ever.” Gold says with a shiver, rubbing his arms in emphasis. Topaz sits up on the rock ledge, watching as the bustles of students filled the halls, the heat of the summer sun beating behind her.

“Why are you complaining? I thought you would be more or less be all over the Beauxbaton’s kids.” Topaz tells him, shrugging.

“Yeah, but still.” Gold grumbles, but smirkes at the thought of the French school’s beauties. “Well, you take one, you lose one, I guess. Evens itself out.”

“You guys taking about the guest schools?”

Gold and Topaz turn to the sound of approaching steps amongst the crowd. A familiar head of dark wavy hair stands out to them, and Topaz waves.

“Hi Viola!” She calls, and the Ravenclaw girl stumbled forward out of the crowd.

“Hey, Topaz, Gold.” Viola greets the two casually with a nod. “They’re all everybody talks about. Beauxbaton’s this and Durmstrang that; we have studies to think about, not just some silly deathmatch. Whose idea was this, anyways?” Viola grumbles, and sighs heavily, propping herself on the ledge next to Topaz.

“Hey, it’s completely awesome!” Gold tells her, kicking himself off the ledge to face her. “Who wouldn’t want to take on a dragon or fly through a forest of ice and monsters once in their life?” He argues, and crosses his arms in thought, nodding to himself.

“It’s dangerous and stupid.” Viola retorts, and rests a hand on her hip, looking past the ledge and to the courtyard. “What’s even the point of this thing? It’s just two schools pitting out students that were drawn from some weird flaming cup for pete’s sake.”

“…Isn’t that what sports are…?” Topaz asks quietly, and her two companions turn to look at her. She then flinches and holds her hands up in panicked defense. “You know, without the flaming cup part…”

Viola stays silent for a moment, and Gold smirks victoriously before she leans over and smacks him in the shoulder. “Don’t look at me like that! I still don’t see what the point is. Besides, you’re not even old enough, why are you so giddy?”

Gold grumbles. “You don’t have to remind me, but hey, that doesn’t mean I can’t watch.”

“I… I wouldn’t want you to go in anyways.” Topaz tells him hesitantly, making Gold chuckle and try to hide an embarrassed blush. Topaz smiles in understanding. “I’m old enough but I’m not going to enter… Like Viola said, we still have work to do around here.”

“See?” Viola says, taking her turn with the triumphant smirk, but then frowns. “But I can’t say the same for Elizabeth.” She grumbles, thinking about the senior Ravenclaw with a little too much fire for her tastes. Gold and Topaz tremble in understanding.

“She’s probably already thrown her name in.” Gold says, thinking back on the genius witch. “It’s her last year here so I don’t think she would forgive herself for passing something up like this.”

“She won’t shut up about her sister coming over, too.” Viola scoffs.

“Oh, I’ve heard about her.” Topaz says, and receiving the two’s attention. “Katherine Willow… she’s the Beauxbaton’s student who’s supposed to be some sort of master seer. I’ve seen her in the Daily Prophet a couple times. She’s really shy, so they rarely get her face.”

“Oh yeah… I think I heard something about her almost never leaving her room. I wonder how she’s holding up here.” Gold says sympathetically, and then grins. “I bet she’s a reeeal beaut! Hiding her face like that and then coming out with—OOWWW—” Gold was cut off by the drilling of a blushing Topaz’s heel into his shoulder and Viola grabbing his ear and pinching it hard.

“Oh, shut up! You wouldn’t want Liz hearing you say that, would you?” Viola warns him. “Besides, all of that premonition stuff is a load of hogwash anyways. Probably just has too much magic and a bunch of luck…”

“Oh, “You wouldn’t want Liz hearing you say that, would you?”” Gold taunts her, mimicking Viola’s voice and making her pinch harder (“Owowowow—”).

“But you shouldn’t stereotype all of the Beauxbaton’s kids like that… Remember the Thomas Tebbit incident yesterday…?” Topaz reminds them, and Gold thinks back.

“Oh, how could we forget? Kid’s still in the infirmary.” Voila says.

“What was that girl’s name? Emily… Amalie…?” Gold tries to remember.

“Esmeralda.” Topaz tells them knowingly. “Esmeralda Emerarudo. She’s a senior Beauxbaton’s. I think Tommy put worms in her hat after lunch.”

“Serves him right.” Viola grumbles.

“Scary, though.” Gold says with a shiver. “You would wonder how a girl like her managed to stay in that school for seven years.”

“Better than Elizabeth. I hear she got kicked out her first year, that’s why she’s here and not with her sister.” Viola tells them, lowering her voice slightly as if the information was a secret.

“…Well enough about punk Beauxbaton’s kids, who do you guys think is going to be in the Triwizard Tournament?” Gold asks excitably, swinging himself back up on the ledge and kicking his feet out giddily.

“Aren’t your siblings both eligible?” Viola asks him, fixing her blue striped tie.

Gold cringes. “Oh… Oh, crap, I forgot they were!” He curses, and groans loudly, leaning down to his knees. “One of them might get picked… shiiit.”

“But even so, Gold, Am’s would be one tough customer.” Topaz argues, though she still looks down at her feet in worry.

“Yeah, and Fiori would probably make the dragon give the egg to her itself and ride it too. She would dominate anything that had a magical creature in it.” Gold grumbles. “Man, now I know what you’re talking about, Vio…”

“Exactly.” Viola said with a high head, feeling a little proud, yet sympathetic. “But you know, there are also a couple other eligible people we know. Like Maroon.”

“You mean that Gryffindor beater?” Gold immediately identifies, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Crap, that guy’s like a flying master! I hear he learned how to apparate faster than anyone in his grade! He must get all of the girls! (Right behind Gold Jr, of course)” He says, lifting his head to look at Viola.

“Goldy, he’s one of your friends.” Topaz tells him, rolling her eyes.

“Oh,” Goldy chuckles, grinning innocently. “Is that right?”

Viola sighs, “Man, what are we going to do with you?”

Gold snickers, and then leans back on the ledge carefully. “Well, I’m not lying. They say he’s going to be the next team captain, and he really did learn to apparate really fast. It was like it was natural to him.”

“Maroon’s one strange guy…” Topaz comments, thinking back on the redheaded senior.

“Oh, we can’t forget those two guys.” Viola says.

“Who… Oh.” Topaz replies, kind of  ashamed how quickly she got who Viola was talking about.

“Who?” Gold pipes up, scrunching his eyebrows at the two, and then thinks for a moment. Before Viola can open her mouth, he mouths an “Oh” and turns back to them. “You mean Shirou and Alan, right?”

“They’re both 18…” Topaz tells him, sighing in worry, but then picks her head up. “I doubt that Alan put his name in, anyways.”

“Have you ever seen that guy outside of the library besides to go to class, anyways? I mean, sometimes he even skips class to stay in there. How does somebody just skip class?” Viola scolds the absent person in severe disappointment and crosses her arms, grumbling to herself.

“Shirou wouldn’t be an easy opponent either.” Goldy says. “Plus, even if Alan’s not entering, there’s no doubt about it that he’ll be helping Shirou if he gets in. That’s kind of scary.”

“Well, it’s not like they’re fighting against any of us, right? They would be our team players, not opponents.” Topaz reminds him, making Goldy stop and nod.

“I still don’t approve of that guy’s habits…” Viola grumbles to herself, rubbing her blazer collar in irritation.

“What about the other Slytherins?” Topaz asks. “Diamonda’s 17, she’s eligible.”

“Do you really think she would throw her name in?” Goldy retorts with a scoff, and Topaz thinks for a moment before nodding.

“I know a guy.” Viola tells them, catching their attention.

“Really?” Goldy says, perking up. “I know Grey, and he would probably put his in but he’s not eligible for another five or so months.” He says, thinking of Am’s friend.

“Well, I can’t say I know in, but I’m aware of him. He’s more… I would say infamous is the best word.” Viola tells them darkly, though more like she was just trying to be dramatic.

“Ooh… I think I know who you’re talking about.” Topaz says, her eyes widening for a moment. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about Flax Ama, would you?”

“That’s him.” Viola confirms with a nod, and Goldy flinches.

“Are you serious? I’ve heard rumors about that guy! He ‘aint pretty. I mean, he is, not that I mean that in a gay way, but… you know what I mean!” Goldy says, stumbling over his words and grumbling. Topaz giggles at his awkwardness and Goldy blushes in embarrassment.

“It’s hard to say. The more I hear about him, the more of an enigma he becomes. I’ve seen this group of Ravenclaws that are studying psychology, and their main subject is him.”

“I’ve only heard bad things… though… how is he confusing?” Topaz asks. The most she can remember is what her friends and siblings have told her, and she has to agree what Goldy said.

“Well it’s really weird,” Viola begins, “Like you guys said, he’s not a friendly guy in the slightest, but he always has these weird personality shifts, I’ve heard. Like he usually has a really bad temper and says a bunch of nasty stuff, but I’ve heard from some people see him when he’s alone and he’s like the complete opposite. But whenever they see him like this, it’s always in the weirdest places, like in the secret passages or in some abandoned empty hall. Then when they see him again it’s like it never happened. Whenever they try to talk about anything they’ve talked about he acts like nothing happened.”

“Really…?” Topaz asks in obvious confusion.

“Must be seeing things.” Goldy says, and rolls his eyes.

“They thought so too, but they’ve had entire conversations with this guy before. He’s completely polite and smiley and all that. They say he’s apologized for a lot, too, and never leaves the place they find him in.”

“Twin, clone, double, replica, name it.” Goldy says, and looks at Viola in disbelief.

“No, they’re pretty sure it’s Flax, even the context of what he says confirms it. The psychology Ravenclaws are all over his case.” Viola says with a sigh, and runs a hand through her hair in frustration. “And then besides that, there’s his whole muggle thing.”

“Muggles?” Goldy asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I know this one.” Topaz says eagerly, perking up. “I’ve heard of a couple fights he had because of this. He’s got this weird muggle fixation, doesn’t he? He’s really defending of them for some reason.”

“Yeah.” Viola nods. “He sent a couple kids to the infirmary because of that, mostly from his own house. The subject really messes with his emotions, I’ve heard.”

“…Damn, this whole thing is making me confused.” Gold says with a sigh and then interjects. “The point is that he’s a candidate, right?”

“Yeah, he’d most likely throw his name in.” Viola says with a nod.

“Weird guy…” Gold grumbles.

“I’m really worried for everyone…” Topaz says, but grins a bit. “But it is really exciting, isn’t it?”

“SEE?” Goldy says, hopping up, and throwing his arms at Topaz. “She understands!”

“It’s still utterly pointless!” Viola argues and hops off of the ledge as well.

“It’s sport. Haven’t you heard of that muggle sport, Ruggie or something?”

“Rugby, Goldy.” Topaz corrects him.

“Rugby is nothing like this! It’s just a muggle sport where they throw the ball around!” Viola tells him. “Nobody’s pitting kids against monsters!”

“That’s why we’re better!”

“What’s wrong with you!?”

“Guys…”

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Now you know all of the eligible Hogwarts champions!

Aka the potential people that I have to choose from but haven't yet because IT IS HARD.

Goldy, Topaz, and Viola act a lot like the Persona 3 trio of Protag, Junpei, and Yukari but also some Golden Trio because of Vio.

Topaz became more shy because I'm replaying Virtue's Last Reward and Luna is a big cutie and I want to hug her so bad because of AAAGGGHH. But don't worry she's not a Shrinking Violet.

At all.