Wizarding AU

[madam_rosmerta]

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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[earlybird]

[ Now what is she up to?

He's not foolish enough to spin around in his seat and gawk, giving her play away, but he turns his head to watch from the corner of his eye as Davies waltzes up to Madame Pince, handing the note over. She looks like butter wouldn't even melt in her mouth; silvertongued, despite never speaking a word. Pince doesn't even question the validity of the note, pulling the requested titles out for her perusal.

He is, grudgingly, impressed. Upon her return, his eyebrow is quirked, and something like a smirk tugs at his lips, even as he turns the pages of his new text. It's an older volume, bound in dragonskin, with yellowed and smudged pages. Much more promising, this one, delving far deeper into the taxonomy of more exotic magical creatures, beasts of remote locations or unique existence. ]

How Slytherin of you, Davies. It makes me wonder if the Sorting Hat must be going senile in its old age.

[ Coming from a Wayne, it's a compliment. He's thumbing through region-specific species. First the United Kingdom, then the Netherlands, over to India, down to Bialya-- ]

--a ha.

[ The quiet exclamation that says he thinks he's found it. Excitement overtakes him a little, caught up in the discovery, and he turns the book her way to share, tapping the page. ]

Behemoth. Guardian beasts of the hidden royal tombs, and of the Sceptre of Kings.

[ The information on them is sparse, but the accompanying illustration matches Damian's sketch -- depicting a giant cross between a bat and a dragon, large enough to swallow a man whole. And, from the summary, the creatures were considered all but extinct, even mythological, same as the magical item they were said to protect; a forgotten note in a history book, and not something Damian would have simply stumbled across. ]

[volving]

[ Cassandra leans over, peering intently at the book, and lets out a tiny, soft, "oh." It's barely audible, but it's definitely more than an exhalation of air. She doesn't seem to have noticed, though, as she intently reads the section in the book.

She sits back after a moment, taking the scrap parchment again. ]

Does that help?

[earlybird]

[ His stare jerks up, a little, at the noise. Everyone said that the Davies girl couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound at all, but then again, everyone else was stupid.

It's no business of his, of course. Still, he's somehow pleased by it anyway. ]

Yes. Sort of.

[ He's looking at the illustration with furrowed brow, now, reading and re-reading the scant amount of information on the creatures. It's something, but it doesn't even begin to cover the scope of questions he has.

More practical things. Care. Feeding-- ]

What do you think a creature like that would eat? A true carnivore?

[ Completely offhanded, as if it's just a casual, passing curiosity. ]

[volving]

[ She gives him a long, shrewd look, but doesn't call him on his totally casual curiosity. ]

Raw meat. Some with bones in. We always fed the dogs stuff with uncooked bones, it's good for them, the farmers said.

[ She pauses before pushing the note towards him, then adds ]

We can get some from the kitchen probably.

[earlybird]

[ She gets a shrewd look right back, weighty, calculating. A little like a game of chess -- only with trust. His eyebrows raise, cool, even as his thumb fiddles with the edge of the slip. ]

I suppose we could. Hypothetically.

[ The house elves don't often ask questions, and Hufflepuff's common room is right next to the kitchens. Conveniently located. ]

...tell me, Davies, would you fancy a picnic some evening? Out on the grounds?

[ His tone -- still oh-so-very-casual -- makes it clear that this is an invitation amongst thieves: her, him, a basketful of raw meat, and a stolen trip out to the Forbidden Forest. Breaking the rules together is the only hand of friendship he knows how to extend. ]

[volving]

[ 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. ]

[earlybird]

[ 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.

[volving]

[ 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. ]