Y/N never questioned her place at Miss Peregrine’s loop. The children, the routine, the familiar safety of repeating days—she felt at home there. Her peculiarities were unusual even among peculiars: she could slip into the thoughts of others as easily as stepping through a doorway, and she could shapeshift into any living creature she wished. Strange, yes, but manageable.
The first time someone dies it looked like a sporting accident. Whistle around his neck. Skull caved in by a bludger bat, limbs bent like marionettes. And a score board spray painted on the wall in blood:
Working the reception desk at Dunder Mifflin Scranton wasn’t exactly Y/N’s dream job—but it does come with a few perks: drawing little doodles between calls, avoiding Michael’s chaos when possible, and the daily company of Oliver Wood, the charming, quietly mischievous salesman who seems permanently stationed at the corner of Y/N’s desk.
Fred, George, Angelina, Katie, Alicia and Lee had gone to hogsmeade to do some thingshopping since Angelina had run out of her favorite chocolate bars.
Hogwarts had introduced cheerleading a couple decades ago—an experiment meant to “civilize” the energy of Quidditch matches that, somehow, had evolved into one of the school’s most beloved traditions. Seven witches to match the seven players. Seven crisp uniforms. Seven assigned numbers worn like miniature banners of loyalty. Everyone knew the girls on the squad; they were practically celebrities in their own right.
In a Quidditch match between Gryffindor VS Slytherin you almost got hit by a cursed bludger but Oliver Wood flew in the way trying to protect you. Causing him to get hit in the head and sent to the hospital wing.