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AU meme, out of schedule

HARRY POTTER AU MEME

You're a wizard! Or perhaps you're a magical creature or a ghost. More importantly, where do your loyalties lie? Are you the Dark Lord or one of the Death Eaters? Perhaps you teach at Hogwarts or work at the ministry. Are you a member of the Order of Phoenix? Are you a student in Hogwarts? In which house did the Sorting Hat place you?

Leave a comment with your character's name and canon and your preferences in the title line. Then put down a few ideas about your character in your top level. Both AU characters and canon characters are welcome.

List of prompts: (Choose from these or make up your own.)

1. HOGWARTS
Are you a teacher or a student? Which house are you in? What subjects do you teach? Next week might be the most important quidditch match of the year and you're the team captain! Maybe you're the potions professor and someone just blew up their cauldron.

2. AURORS
Are you a trainee? The head Auror who has been dueling with dark wizards all your adult life? A dark wizard? Catch you if we can! Or maybe you're an auror breaking curses in a Death Eater safehouse.

3. DIAGON ALLEY
A bustling locale filled to the brim with wizarding shops and taverns. Are you a business owner? Perhaps you're a wand maker or a student buying your books for the next year in Hogwarts. Maybe you just want to get a shot of firewhiskey in the Three Broomsticks.

4. MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Do you work here? You could be in the Department of Mysteries, handling a new case about vanishing cabinets. Or maybe you work in the misuse of muggle artifacts office, dispelling singing teacups or flying cars. Is it a busy day, a slow week, or just another day in the office? Maybe you're one of the gossips who just heard of the newest bit of juicy gossip.

5. THE OLDEST AND PUREST BLOOD
Were you born to a pureblood family? Perhaps you're an heir of great, questionable fortune. Maybe you'd like nothing to do with your family who supports the Dark Lord. What if you fell in love with someone your family doesn't approve of? Or maybe both of your parents are muggle born and this is still all new to you.

6. FLYING
There are great many ways to fly: broomsticks, hippogriffs, dragons. Take your pick and soar through the skies!

7. DUELING/SPELL CASTING
What's the fun in being a wizard if you can't cast spells? Are you good at something specific? Do you use silent spells a lot? Perhaps you're the best dueler with a wand that's been seen for ages. Or maybe you're just starting out, and a spell just backfired in your face.

8. ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES
Did your spell go haywire? Did you stick a satsuma up your nostril? It happens. Happily there's a hospital for your needs. Or maybe you work there, healing all those poor and silly wizards who turn up in desperate need of your care.

9. AZKABAN
A fortress island in the middle of the Northern sea, full of the most dangerous dark wizards. Are you a resident, or visiting? Watch out for those dementors!

10. POTIONS
You brewed the best pick-me-up potion but something went wrong? Maybe you ended up purple in the face. Or you gave a love potion to the wrong person. Maybe you mixed your hangover potion with magical viagra? It happens. But now you have to deal with it.

11. MAGICAL CREATURES
Do you work with dragons? Perhaps you have some giant blood in you. Or maybe you were bit by a werewolf and your first full moon is nearing. Maybe you found an injured unicorn. Or your house has become infested with boggarts.

12. WILD CARD
Come up your own scenario.

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I got 10. Your thoughts on smol confused Puff friends who are Potions partners and don't get why the Amortentia smells like anything (except the other person)

I am so pleased these ridiculous boys??
Happy to start but pick a year?

I think in hp canon it's 6th but I'm down for cuter boys being cute sooner. 4th maybe? :|a

It comes fairly naturally. Most of their studies come fairly naturally. Flying has been a struggle (he can't count the number of times he's nearly fallen off his broom), but the core of things--Charms, Potions, Transfiguration--made sense on a level he couldn't quite explain.

Which makes it wonderful and difficult, he's sure, to have Horatio Hornblower as a partner in Potions.

He can't explain, half the time, what it is he's doing. He can't make clear why he holds mortar and pestle as he does or how to adjust a flame when the directions give no proper hint. Then again, he tends to do well enough that coasting is probably easy.

Except for now, apparently. He frowns down at the opalescent sheen between them, brow wrinkled in complete frustration. "I'm not sure it's-- quite right."

He tends to follow Horatio's lead, especially in Potions. It comes so much more instinctively to the other young man. It's easier to just let him be.

Which is why when Horatio looks confusedly at the potion, Archie has to confess to some surprise.

"I'm-- pretty sure I did everything like you said."

"You did." One hand reaches absently to squeeze Archie's elbow before his attention falls properly back down into his notes, lip caught between his teeth unhappily. "It's my fault."

There's a soft sigh of frustration as he ticks through the ingredients again, wand tapping absently against the desk. Everything seems to be generally in order. Everything had gone perfectly according to the clear instructions laid out before them.

It should be steaming. It should be letting off a soft aroma. It's not quite there, he's certain of it.

"That can't be," Archie replies with a nose wrinkle, studying the potion carefully, "Maybe we just-- need to let it steep?"

He can't imagine Horatio getting a potion wrong, after all.

It's probably the answer. It's probably the right thing to do, rather than falling into obsession over the possible minute problem that might have occurred in the process.

He sucks his breath in sharply as he glances up again, looking in utter confusion at the other Hufflepuff.

"Why can't it be?"

The shrug comes easily enough, a rather unconcerned smile on his face. He's faith this will work out for the best. It generally does, with Horatio.

"You've been stellar at Potions since our first year," he says, "I highly doubt you'd-- start having problems with Amortentia, of all things."

"Why not?"

His attention drops to the potion again, brow furrowing deeper. The shine on the surface looks right, at least.

"Might be the sort of thing that-- needs something else."

It doesn't make real love. He knows that. Still, if ever there were something that needed proper emotion sauced into it, surely this was the potion.

"He didn't say-- confess your-- heart's deepest desires over it, 'ratio," comes the amused reply, "Look, I-- think that's the right kind of steam starting to come off it, yeah?"

His breath comes in a disgruntled little huff, but he has to admit that the spiral in the steam does look promising. His lips stay pressed together a moment longer before he lets himself rest on his elbows.

"D'you smell anything yet, then?"

A thoughtful hum before he leans forward to take a careful sniff.

It's hard to tell, with Horatio lingering so near. It's also really something else, to have his nascent emotions so firmly confirmed by the potion.

"Hm-- maybe, I think."

"Really?"

He leans a little closer and inhales, but all he gets is the familiar scent of soap that sometimes clings to the air around his housemate. For all he has an incredibly sharp brain, it skips lightly over the first possibility.

"Move. For a second."

"All right."

He scoots over easily enough, entertaining himself with leaning over to peek at one of their classmate's cauldrons.

A deeper breath seems to work. There's certainly something distinct in the steam, unique from the rest of the dank crowded room.

It still feels familiar. There's something soothing and comfortable about it--the same warmth of stepping into the Basement, the soft tang of parchment and ink-smudged fingers, the sharp taste of the first deep breath of morning mist; and, beneath it all, the insistent salt of sea air.

Archie's soap is still clinging to the inside of his nose, but that's nothing to worry about.

"--you're right."

"Just enough of a scent, right?"

He's trying to be calm about it. Trying not to give himself away too much, even though almost all he can smell in the steam is Horatio.

"Told you you were right."

"Honestly, I thought it would be stronger by now." His attention falls to his notes again, once again flicking idly over his own scrawling hand. "Have you started wearing cologne, Archie?"

Breathing deeply like this, the completely familiar scent of the other young man is entirely overwhelming.

He opens his mouth to comment that the scent is beginning to be a little stronger, now. He stops himself upon hearing Horatio's question. Hopefully, the other student's gaze will remain focused on his notes long enough for him not to notice.

(It's a hope he hadn't known he was looking for. Even if Horatio doesn't seem to recognize it for what it is, it's a good feeling regardless.

Now to just wait until Horatio realizes the same. It may be a while.)

"Me? No." Casual. He can do casual, maybe. "The only one I own is that awful one from my gram, remember?"

On the pitch, Horatio notices everything. On tests and essays, he maps every minute detail out immaculately. Here, he barely notices the blip of silence betraying emotion.

Here, the obvious isn't quite filtering in, clearly.

"Just using a lot of soap, then?" His index finger scans quickly along the lines of his own notes, head still bowed. "Not that I'm complaining. It's nice."

He can't help the quietly amused smile that touches his lips at the comment. He decides not to point it out-- better, likely, if Horatio grows into it in his own time.

"I'm glad y'think so." Which possibly isn't casual enough, "Since we've still got-- three years or so of living together ahead of us."

That gets him glancing up again, a soft snort on his lips.

"'Or so,' Archie?" His amusement is entirely gentle, affectionate entirely in spite of himself. "Are you planning on skipping out early?"

A quiet laugh.

"Not me. I'm more worried about you leaving us all behind in the dust."

The furrow of his brow is entirely unconscious. It takes half a second longer to focus as he peers through the spiraling steam at his oldest friend.

It isn't necessary to be overly serious in a moment like this, but Horatio has never been all that good at sussing out when seriousness wasn't required.

"I wouldn't leave you."

He'd meant it at a joke. It still warms his heart, though, to have Horatio reply as though it's serious. It earns a soft, fond smile on his face.

"What, not even if you got some-- incredible, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before school ended?"

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screw the rules; we have green hair B|

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<3!

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now what does magic archie smell like :|a

:|aaaaa grass and... the ground after a rain and... sweat :|a... im bad at this

mostly the sea tho clearly <3

always. <3

ship ship 4ever

good sons ; ; but also I just realized Archie probs already kinda knows he has the feels ; ;

my sON ; ;

he smort ; ;

he should like someone else smort ; ;

horatio smort in his own way ; ;

but not this way /o\

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