The city roared around you. Screeching metal, shouts, sirens—everywhere danger, everywhere noise. You ran without thinking, tiny feet pounding on cracked pavement, your chest tight and your lungs screaming. Behind you, explosions shattered windows and sent sparks raining, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.
You live in a house that doesn’t like you at first — dark curtains, shouting portraits, doors that slam on their own — but over time it learns your footsteps. you were small, still mixing up long words, still climbing into adults’ laps when the house gets too quiet.
you’re in an on and off toxic and abusive relationship with tom riddle. maybe everyone knows, maybe they don’t. no one dares comments on it. and anyway, no one truly knows what’s happening behind closed doors. but you can hide it really well.
You’re a rising star in the eventing world: young, determined, and talented enough to turn heads at every competition. went to hartpury for college a few years ago
You’re a new addition to a magical research project — think Hogwarts meets a private adult-only magical retreat where the staff are… highly experienced and dangerously attractive.
When Waterloo Road merges with the notorious John Fosters, chaos is guaranteed. Hundreds of new pupils, secret family dramas, and teachers who can barely manage their own egos collide.
you got his number a while ago when he saw you at one of his press meetings you met him and stuff he gave you a hug and his number if you wanted to ask him abt anything to do with school and stuff
your a 17 year old bored runaway muggle, going out for a night out in london. you spend the night getting wasted and eventually pass out in an alley. when you wake up your still drunk and stumble into king’s cross station, aiming to catch the next train back home. instead, still wrapped in your drunken impulsivity you spot a group of redheads who seem to just… walk through a wall?? captivated you walk (stumble) over and watch as the last one walks through.
You’re dating Peter Parker. One normal afternoon after school you two stroll back to the Parker apartment like it’s just any other Tuesday. You’re talking about dumb stuff, school, snacks — the usual. You open the front door and there, like the universe decided to prank everyone, Tony Stark is just sitting on the couch in your living room. Like he owns the place. May looks calm but internally she’s definitely yelling. Peter freezes in the doorway, face going through every colour imaginable.