three_broomsticks | Wizarding AU

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Wizarding AU

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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[ Thankfully, it's a hand of friendship that Cassandra can appreciate. She broke the rules plenty, back in Holyhead, and got into (and out of) a fair amount of trouble doing so.

She smiles serenely at him, and nods. She would like that quite a lot, yes.

If nothing else, she wants to know if there's really one of these all-but-mythical creatures hiding out on the school grounds. ]

Must be nice, being so smart you can laugh at us Gryffinmorons, huh?

I mean, if I were you, I'd be using this time to worry about those shiny new brooms you've got, and how sad it would be if something were to... happen to them. Hexed, burned, smashed to pieces...

[ Jason Todd's a third-year as well, and as Gryffindor as they come, but he's already got a reputation for not particularly caring if his antics get him expelled. There are even whispers he was a criminal, before he got his letter. In this case, that works to his advantage.

He takes a seat across from Cassandra, and keeps his voice low, but not so low the Ravenclaws can't hear him. ]

Did you know anyone at all can get into the Ravenclaw tower if they're just smart enough to solve the riddles?

[ evil grin ]

[ Cassandra isn't really used to being stood up for, even by her classmates - maybe she should've spent more time around Jason Todd, if this is the sort of response he's going to have.

Her eyes flick up at him, and there's a brief moment where it's clear that regardless how she acts, she did hear the Ravenclaws that had been sniggering at her Transfiguration attempts, and she was upset by them. It only lasts for a moment before she shoves it down, but she flashes a wicked grin at Todd before scribbling something on a scrap of parchment and pushing it across the table to him. ]

I've heard some of them.
They're not very difficult.

Really not. Shame there's no way to keep people out based on, say, whether they want to destroy personal property or not. Maybe that'll be the next brilliant Ravenclaw discovery.

[ By now, the Ravenclaws are packing their things up and shooting Jason dirty looks. He gives them a vicious little smile and a wave before turning back to Cassandra. ]

Doing okay?

[ He hasn't really concerned himself much with Cassandra before now -- she seemed able to take care of herself where bullies were concerned, and that was good enough for him. But while he's here, he might as well talk to her some, especially since she's not treating him like he's made out of toxic waste. ]

[ She is, against physical bullying. It's the whispers and the stares and the laughs that she doesn't have a defense against, but for pretending to ignore them.

It doesn't really help all that much, to be honest.

Still, she's disinclined to turn that sort of treatment against anyone else, least of all a housemate or someone being kind to her. Her smile falters a little as the Ravenclaws move out of sight, though she tries to hide it. She's only thirteen - try as she might, she's not perfect. Especially as people are largely more kind to her back in Holyhead.

She nods, assuming that he'll move on now the bullies are gone.

Not many people at Hogwarts are interested in having a conversation with a piece of parchment, after all. ]

[ He grins back -- small, tight and thin-lipped, like he isn't used to the expression at all. Hogwarts has been a lonely place for the both of them. ]

Good. Friday, after classes. Meet me down by the kitchens at dusk.

[ He considers her, before holding out his hand across the table: a proper handshake, a proper introduction. Belated, perhaps, but it feels right. ]

Damian Wayne. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[ Yeah, he's not going anywhere. ]

You're in first-year Charms and Transfiguration, right? Did anyone ever explain why it works even when you don't say the words? I'm wondering if maybe there's a way around--

[ He gestures at her current attempt at transfiguration. ]

--that.

Or you can tell me to fuck off. That works, too.

[There are rumors that a dragon has been spotted in the Forbidden Forest... but really, a white and red dragon with of all things, feathered wings? Clearly whoever had seen it has been into the Firewhisky, and heavily. There was no such thing as a serpent like dragon that had been described, right?

Never mind that it would have been seen by now... Dragons weren't stealthy and they certainly didn't stay hidden for very long...]

((Ooc: Skyfire isn't the typical dragon of the Potter-verse. Based more on the oriental style of dragon, he's not a mindless creature out to wreck whatever annoys him and does not attack without provocation. It also takes a fair bit to get him angry enough to fight, he'd rather back off unless it's to protect someone else. He's friendly and social, but wary of humans in large groups.))

Interested in having Tonks meet a dragon? He's friendly, but that being said... I love tossing him in situations where he's thought to be 'a mindless beast' or where others mistake his intentions for something less than nice. It might be a little mean, but I love seeing him flounder and try to explain himself while attempting to make friends with people. XD

That a rhetorical question?

[ Not one for traditional teaching approach, John contented himself to sit atop the wooden desk in his office. It creaked precariously, but beneath his coat he was thin enough to not be at risk.

Silently, he knew the boy's technical skill was fine. It was as appropriate for a child of his pedigree, but there in lay the problem. Neither of his parents had given him much in the way of a break before in his little damned life. He was freakishly skilled and disciplined, his form for spellcasting hardly the problem. But finding the underlying emotion and intent required for something like a patronus would take some work, especially for a lad so tightly-wound.

So in a way, John being as annoying as he was actually did his student a favor. So he presses a tad more with a smirk: ]

Yer timing is off. Can't say the words before you've got the thought you need in mind. Wouldn't send an owl off to deliver mail without feeding it first, wouldja?

Hiya, thanks for tossing a suggestion at me :) that said I'm not really feeling it, so while I appreciate you wanting to play I'm going to respectfully decline.

No worries. Thanks for letting me know. :3

[ One of them will be dead in this room by the end of day. And, from the sheer amount of acid in Damian's glare, it won't be the Wayne-al Ghul heir.

He grits his teeth, stomps down the urge to pace (unbecoming) but gives into the urge to fling his arms out, angrily gesturing; if he's doing everything right, it should work. ]

I have the thought!

[ Stupid metaphor. ]

-Tt.- There's a trick to this you must not be telling me. What is it?

[ Cough it up, Constantine, he knows you're yanking his chain and withholding key information. Punishment for Damian and Jon interrupting his class the other day, no doubt. He has a thought, and it's a perfectly acceptable one. Just... somewhat vague. Fuzzy around the edges. One of those memories where you're not sure how much of it was real or imagined. A memory of when his parents were together, of them as a family.

No annoying, adopted siblings. No endless competing for his father's attention and approval. No getting yanked back and forth between houses like he's more property than son. But it's so long ago he can barely recall it at all. ]

[ With a languid shrug, John draws his legs up to the desktop so he can perch cross-legged, still watching the child with a mock concern. ]

Defeats the purpose a' teaching if I give you a freebie, innit? But one tip coz' I'm a gentleman: relax those shoulders and breathe.

[ Probably the opposite of whatever tutelage Damian had ever received from his nutjob parents, but that's also why John said it. He does a bit more mental calculating while surveying the boy's irritated expression. You could summon something nasty, John, to see if a sink-or-swim technique would work. Which he strongly suspects might.

John's summoned creatures before, but never anything as... ambitious as a Dementor. He's sure he could, remembering the cold, murky nothingness of Azkaban's wardens as clearly as if they were presently in front of him. (And yeah, don't think that John hasn't had the distinct pleasure of "visiting" wizarding Britain's infamous prison. To call it Medieval would be a colossal understatement). It would be a learning experience for them both, he considers. ]

No one has ever accused you of being a gentleman, Constantine.

[ Calling John right the hell out, swift and immediate, followed by a scoff of disbelief. The cheeky brat only grudgingly addresses him as professor in class; here, all bets are off.

He breathes. Although, strangely, it sounds more like a growl. A lot like a growl, honestly. His shoulders do not relax, nor does any other wound up part of him, the boy giving the spell another go-- ]

Expecto Patronum!

[ --and another failure, despite an otherwise flawless casting. Not even a whisp of silver, this time. He scowls at his wand, and at John, as if he blames them both for conspiring against him. ]

Whatever. Plan B: if a Dementor comes for me, I'll punch it.

[ interested in a sixth year gryffindor who is really good at charms and is probably going to be part of the triwizard tournament??? WHO KNOWS. ]

[So interested! Yes! Yuuri will be his number one cheerleader. Even if Viktor is in a different House to him, pffft. He's still obligated to cheer for his School in this Tournament, right? So it....this works. This is fine.]

[ Joke's on Damian, considering the little parts of John that die inside whenever a child addresses him as "professor". Even his attempts at subverting his own authority - sitting on his desk, antagonizing his students, showing up hungover every bloody day - hadn't inspired even the more unruly of his students. He makes a mental note to keep Damian annoyed so at least someone will talk to him in a way he's used to.

John gives him a blank expression, the whole "nurturing teacher" thing very far from one of his strengths. ]

Lemmie get that straight. Your plan is to punch the soul-sucking death incarnate creatures if one flaps its tendrils on up to you?

[ As amusing as it might be, John is not a fan of things that are unnatural and bad happening to children, to say nothing of how quickly the Al-Ghuls would flay him alive.

So John sighs and hops down from the desk, approaching Damian with the caution one might a predatory creature. ]

D'you wanna take a breather or give it another go?

[Second Weasley child and eldest daughter, formerly Gryffindor Quiddich captain and chaser and now currently works in Romania looking after dragons.

Willing to AU her as either still in school or as the new Care of Magical Creatures professor.]

Why not? Has anyone tried before?

[ Look. He has a point. How many people who have been attacked by Dementors can confirm they did, in fact, try and give the nasty things a smack right in the Kisser first? No one, that's who. He'll be the first.

He gives a go at trying a little punch to the air, to emphasize his point; a decent uppercut, for a boy whose education has been more about magical duels than Muggle self-defense. But it's a momentary distraction from his frustration.

The scowl stays fixed on his face when he squints up at John. He's stubborn as his father, like a pitbull latched onto a bone -- there's no shaking him off or convincing him to heel. He doesn't go easy on anyone, least of all himself. ]

I'm a Wayne, I don't need a break.

[ He will, under no circumstances, disappoint his parents. ]

Show me. I'll get it right.

[ It was the answer John was hoping for, along with a challenge he hadn't expected.

He veers past Damian to open a window, letting the chilly January breeze waft in generously. Depending on just how well-bred the boy is he might notice his teacher's poker face, a blank expression and stilted movements. He's busy inside his own mind, planning. He hopes that lowering the room's temperature won't make it too obvious when he summons things he should not. ]

In a minute. Something I want to try first. Your parents ever teach you how to meditate?

[ Constantine is up to something. He can see that right off the bat, suspicious little squint following John acoss the room. He shivers under the sudden chill blowing into the room, but refrains from casting a warming charm.

If it's a test, he won't show weakness. His grandfather and mother have taught him well: poise and endurance. ]

Yes. Mother and I visit with my grandfather in Nanda Parbat for a few weeks every winter.

[ The magical and isolated city, nestled away in Tibet; home to an order of monks, and a retreat well beyond the means of ordinary witches and wizards. It's a special privilege, for an especially ancient House. ]

Why?

[ He (probably rightly) suspects John is about to pull some sort of fuckery out of his metaphorical hat. ]

[ As he turns back around his answer is flippant, almost unnervingly so. ]

'Cuz I lied. Your technique is fine. But yer' not like to summon a Patronus while on the brink of a temper tantrum with that famous Wayne temper, hey?

[ Because the child isn't the only one who can do precision-strike callouts. Besides, if he's busy meditating he might not notice when John starts his summoning. ]

Temper tantrum?

[ Damian promptly tosses poise to the side to prove John's point by attempting to puff up to twice his size by sheer outrage alone. Perhaps it will be more intimidating in ten or so years, when he's closer to fully grown and looking more like his father, but for now his stature, at its straightest and most furious, doesn't even reach the top buttons of John's coat.

It's akin to watching a kneazle kitten fuss and hiss, in all seriousness. His arms fling wide. He knew his technique was correct. ]

Whatever, this better work.

[ There's nothing agreeable in how he heaves himself up to sit, cross-legged, on top of one of the student desks, mirroring John's earlier pose. If the man thinks meditation is the key to successfully casting the Patronus, he'll do it, but he won't be happy about it, and he is damned well going to make sure Constantine knows it. ]

[ She nods at his plan, then shakes his hand firmly, before quickly scribbling ]

Cassie Davies. Same!
See you Friday.

[ She's made a friend, all on her own, despite being odd. And from another house, no less! Stephanie will be so proud. ]

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