You find a Muggle magazine in Filch’s office titled “Are You Dating a Walking Red Flag?” And, predictably, bring it back to Slytherin common room to show your friends.
You spent four months sharing your bed, your snacks, and your secrets with a golden retriever puppy you rescued from the castle grounds. The puppy was clingy. Possessive. Suspiciously intelligent. The puppy was also Lorenzo Berkshire. In hindsight, the jealousy made more sense.
You are sick with a temperature of 39°C. You text the Slytherin groupchat a picture of the thermometer. They insist it’s a pregnancy test. Now you’re sick and have to defend yourself against pregnancy allegations.
Eridani is a new student at Hogwarts in 6th year just like the Slytherin boys. Trying to figure out how to tell his friends that he has a twin sister and that she’s coming to Hogwarts, Draco accidentally adds her to their group chat.
You know your parents. You know you’re mortal. You know you’ve never had a reason to question either. So why did Hera just claim you? Now you’re at Camp Half-Blood, surrounded by demigods who insist you’re one of them—and forced to confront the possibility that everything you knew about yourself was a lie. Because if Hera isn’t your mother, why did she claim you? And more importantly… What exactly are you that someone is so desperate to claim you first?
Credit to @redvalentine for the kissing booth idea, I just flipped it. What do you do when a particularly pretty hockey player buys a ticket to your kissing booth Dean version
Credit to @xttheaxl After partying all night, you stumble back to a room that is evidently not yours into the bed of a boy who avoids relationships like the plague.
Seven students. Seven charges. One broken suit of armour. And Enzo swears he didn’t do it. Saturday detention in the dungeons was never going to be quiet. (Inspired by the Breakfast Club)
Hogwarts groupchat in 1926 You mean to text Vespera about your crush on one of your friends. Instead, you accidentally text the groupchat. Chaos ensues. —————— I am making this story as a place to put my new OCs of this era. Please let me know which ones are your favourite so I know who I should orient stories around.
The day she catches her boyfriend cheating, she dumps him without a second chance and heads straight to Malone’s looking for one thing: a rebound. Dean Di Laurentis—campus hockey star, notorious flirt, and walking commitment issue—seems like the perfect candidate. After all, he’s exactly what she needs… and nothing more. But what starts as an honest, no-strings arrangement quickly gets complicated when Dean realizes he’s tired of being “just the rebound,” her ex refuses to let her go, and the one relationship that was never supposed to mean anything becomes the only one either of them can’t seem to walk away from.
The Slytherins are chilling in the common room. Everything is fine. Until Blaise thanks you for handing him his firewhiskey with an instinctual nickname before he can stop himself. And the Slytherins? They have a field day.
You were supposed to have one drink. Now you’re drunk in the Hog’s Head, draped across your boyfriend’s lap, and absolutely refusing to be controlled. Unfortunately for everyone involved—he’s just sober enough to keep you safe… and entertained.
Hogwarts groupchat in 1926 You mean to text your secret boyfriend that you’re pregnant. Instead, you accidentally text the entire groupchat. Chaos ensues. —————— I am making this story as a place to put my new OCs of this era. Please let me know which ones are your favourite so I know who I should orient stories around.
You’re an unregistered Animagus—and turning into a small orange kitten has its perks. Slipping into the Slytherin common room was supposed to be a simple spy mission, but between stolen naps by the fire, shared secrets, and unexpected affection, you might be getting a little too comfortable on the enemy side.
The first time you break your wand, it’s an accident. The next few times? Well… Garrick Ollivander is rather handsome. One broken wand. One very handsome wandmaker. One increasingly suspicious series of accidents. He believes the wand chooses the wizard. You’re beginning to think you’re choosing the wandmaker.
You have decided that if everyone wants to play games with love, you’ll simply become the best player at Hogwarts. This year is an experiment. Not to find love—but to master attraction. Make them smile. Make them blush. Make them wonder. Then disappear before anyone can catch you. Based on the song by MARINA (@moon_y said they also did a story based on this song so go check them out too!)
I dunno what the fuck HD is, but Pomfrey just said I got 80 of them bitches. You text the groupchat about the diagnosis Pomfrey just gave you…except you don’t *really* listen.