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Sorry Sebastian but sometimes date (it's not a date in her head) >>>> academic curiosity

Sebastian is defeated by Parseltongue once again after the Scriptorium 💀

Finally got the time to do this! An appreciation token for @wrongcog as a thank you for drawing Winter!

Bonus: Siobhan showing Winter and Snowball her metamorphmagus ability 🐶✨

So a long while ago @lamieboo tagged me in this post (I'm not reblogging bcs it'll be way too long sorry 😢) I made some art and wrote a whole one shot for it because it was the perfect opportunity for a Winter lore I've always wanted to make. Please be kind lol 💀 I haven't written in ages and I'm such a noob when it comes to writing, also English isn't my native language. I had to run my draft through multiple writing tools back and forth to find better phrasings and dictions that better express what I want to convey. Roughly ~1,000 words.

Green and Gold

She stepped forward as the wardrobe creaked open, the boggart slipping through the narrow gap in the door. Long, flowing golden threads emerged first, and Winter drew in a sharp breath.

The rest of the boggart soon took form—a woman in a pale blue dress, slumped weakly on the floor, her calf bleeding from a deep slash. Golden locks framed her worried face, and her piercing blue eyes, so much like Winter’s own, locked onto hers. Winter’s hand instinctively went up to the scar across her left eye. The woman’s chest heaved with silent breaths. The faint murmur of the students lining up behind Winter faded until she could hear nothing. Then, the woman’s lips parted, as if to speak.

“Close your eyes, snowflake.”

Was that truly her mother’s voice? Winter couldn’t remember if boggarts could speak. Could they mimic human voices? Or was it only mouthing the words while the voice echoed from somewhere deep within her mind?

Her hands went clammy. A bead of sweat ran down the side of her face. 

She knows what’s coming next. Behind her mother’s beautiful, tear-streaked face, a blinding green light appeared. Winter swiftly squeezed her eyes shut and raised her wand. “Riddikulus,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she kept her eyelids tightly closed.

· · ─────── ·❄ ❅ ❆· ─────── · · Sebastian went pale, even as the swirling Mallowsweet leaves spun into a twister before him, which without question, the most mesmerising form of the Riddikulus charm he had ever seen. It wasn’t a form he would laugh at, unlike most transformations of the charm. It was breathtaking. But no, what had truly gripped him was the green light that followed her mother’s appearance. He had never seen Winter like this—paralysed by fear, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. She was always so composed, so captivating. Full of life, curiosity, and wonder.

He hadn’t realised this was her deepest fear.

And it was the very same curse he had cast just last year. On his uncle. Right in front of her. What had she looked like back then? He couldn’t quite remember. The sound of her laboured breathing lingered faintly in his mind, and he recalled her standing frozen for a moment before following him as he fled the catacombs. But the look on her face—he had no memory of it. Was she shocked? Horrified? Traumatised? He had been too distraught, too consumed by his own turmoil, to notice. Merlin, how must she have felt? Watching her best friend cast the Killing Curse—the very same curse that had taken her mother’s life—right in front of her? His throat went dry. His insides twisted painfully. Clenching his hands into fists, he dug his nails into his palms.

Was this… was this the reason she had refused to learn the spell? Not that he had wanted her to; in fact, he had been relieved when she didn’t. But it left him with questions. She was his kindred spirit, after all, and he knew the Dark Arts intrigued her, even if it was purely out of curiosity and for the sake of knowing. She wanted to learn, and had learned the other two curses. He had thought, perhaps, she would eventually ask about the last one, even though he wasn’t sure if he could bear to teach her—not after what happened to Solomon, to himself.

To Anne. But she was adamant in her refusal to learn it. She had said so out of the blue, when they began speaking again after the catacombs—after weeks of silence between them. Now, he finally understood why. And his heart broke for her. “Sebastian? Sebastian, what just happened?” Ominis’ voice snapped him back to reality. His best friend’s face was filled with concern, surely anxious for not being able to see what’s happening. Just this time, Sebastian is glad he couldn’t. He wouldn’t want Ominis to witness her in such a state. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He tried again, but his gaze drifted to Winter, who was slowly making her way towards them from the front of the line. Another student—Arthur Plummly, perhaps—stepped forward to face the boggart, but Sebastian hardly noticed. His focus was solely on Winter, her head bowed, arms wrapped tightly around herself, her body trembling slightly. “Winter…” She looked up at him, her eyes wide. They stood there for a moment, locked in each other's gaze. “I… I’m sorry.” He finally managed to speak. “What... what are you apologising for?” So much. Even though he’d already apologised to her and Ominis countless times, he hasn’t apologised for this one. “You—you know why.” He knew she understood. They’d always had a way of reading each other, and this was one of those moments. “That’s… It’s not—you shouldn’t…” She trailed off. And Sebastian was thankful she didn’t finish. Because he did feel like he should apologise. Even though hadn’t known about this, what he did that day might’ve stirred up memories she had buried deep down. Just like the cursed boggart had just now. Another silence passed before he slowly pulled her into an embrace. One hand rested on her back, the other gently cradling the back of her head. She froze at first, startled, but after a moment, her body softened into his arms as he tenderly stroked her hair. From his peripheral vision, Sebastian saw Ominis approached hesitantly. His alabaster hand tentatively found Winter’s smaller one, which still hung limply at her side, and she allowed their fingers to entwine. Sebastian could see the questions lingering in his best friend’s furrowed brows, but he’s certain that Winter would talk to him–she would explain everything to them when she’s ready.

He glanced forward, aware of the curious eyes from the students waiting in line—some watching with intrigue, others with quiet sympathy. It was a peculiar view, after all: Winter with her two best friends huddled together in such an unusual position. Up front, he caught sight of Amit ducking as his boggart morphed into harmless paper planes flying about after his successful Riddikulus. Sebastian hadn’t seen Amit’s boggart, but he imagined it was likely something ordinary, like a failing report card marked with a dreaded “T” in Astronomy or History of Magic.

None of that mattered now. The only person of importance was the girl in his arms, her trembling slowly subsiding, her once-laboured breathing easing into a soft, steady rhythm.

· · ─────── ·❄ ❅ ❆· ─────── · ·

Does anyone else make seasonal outfits for their Hogwarts Legacy mcs?? I totally do.

I’m so in the mood to draw people’s Hogwarts Legacy MCs cuz I can’t figure out how to draw my own. Anyway, if you want to see your mc in a diff style please tell me. Please.🙏

This is NOT my best work at all😭😭👍 Anyway before my ipad dies I’m sharing an unfinished drawing of my HL MC Kaitlyn, and @crowlipso ‘s MC Agatha

I’m just thinking about the time that Hogwarts Legacy was set and realizing that back then seeing a woman’s ankle was considered very scandalous back then

I LOVE THIS THIS IS SO GORGEOUS MUAH MUAH MUAH. SHE LOOKS AMAZING. I LOVE YOUR STYLE SM🫶🫶 My half is almost done I swear🦅

Half of an art trade with @hexenaa !! their hogwarts oc kaitlyn 🥰

Once I finish this game I’m gonna be pulling so many edits out of my ass you’re gonna be so done with me. Kaitlyn deserves to shine.

Tbh didn’t think she’d get a black and white cat but I think it kind of fits her. Maybe I’ll draw something like that one day🦅

Actually same.

I could make so many memes out of this drawing.

If Kaitlyn lived in our modern day she would definitely have like, almost the same music taste as me:

-Foo Fighters

-Paramore

-Fleetwood Mac

-Daisy Jones And The Six

-The Mamas And The Papas

-David Bowie

-The Beatles

Etc;

Unfortunately she would not like Bob Marley like me😔 If anyone has the same music taste as this please marry me platonically🤸‍♀️🤩

Trying to win house points for my house damn he must not be in love at all😔

I actually love this conversation I’m laughing so hard.

Kaitlyn after she’s given a new assignment from Professor Weasley and not a new quest from Sebastian😔

I need to draw my other Harry Potter ocs. Thats right, I have more, I’ve had more since years ago. I’ll have to connect them to Kaitlyn somehow

STOP I’M CRYING. I gotta start running around like this every time I go. Shouting Revelio at everything I see

RAHHHH I love women. Anyways here are @crowlipso ‘s, @tevinter ‘s, and @yoselin-uyu ‘s Hogwarts Legacy MCs. I could only fit three on this canvas😔 All your ocs are gorgeous and deserve all the love. Please don’t yell at me about Antigone’s face shape it took me legitimately 20 minutes😭😭

I’m actually sobbing, shitting, and throwing up on the floor after hearing Professor Black and Weasley speak about Professor Fig at the end of the game. This is so sad😭😭😭🫶

Me when I’m having a bad day at school and can’t wait to get home to replay HL about 47 times🥰

I’m doing a Kaitlyn replay now that I’ve drawn her and I know what she’s supposed to look like🥳😍 I’m starting my other playthroughs soon as well, don’t you guys worry. Also I’m totally not putting these plays in story mode so I can get them done super fast🥶🙅‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Does anyone else make seasonal outfits for their Hogwarts Legacy mcs?? I totally do.