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the hogwarts meme

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆

How to play
① Tag in
② Go to RNG and roll 1-10. That's your scenario!
③ Tag around!
④ Have fun. :)

Scenarios

① Transfiguration. Pay attention and maybe your teacup will turn into a whole rat instead of just a furry piece of nonsense! Ask someone for help.
② Potions. Watch out for Snape. How's that nastily complicated brew coming along, by the way? Looks like one of you screwed it up!
③ Charms. A relatively easy class ... when your friend isn't bugging you. The trouble is that you're both having too much fun together to concentrate.
④ History of Magic. ... IT'S JUST SO MUCH FUN. Spice up the lesson with your buddy's help!
⑤ Par-tay in the Common Room. Who the heck knows why it's going on, but you're not missing out on this for anything and neither is your friend! Who cares if they're not from the same House, right?
⑥ Quidditch. Training or playing an official inter-house match? Showing off or just trying to stay airborne? Good luck and don't fall off your broom!
⑦ Detention. Shelling out manky old exoskeletons bare-handed? Re-alphabetizing an entire section of the library all night long? Maybe you're unfortunate enough to have been grouped together in the Forbidden Forest.
⑧ The Astronomy Tower. Whether a late night class or a romantic evening together, the stars are beautiful.
⑨ Hogsmeade. You have a whole day here with your friends! Where will you go and what are you up to?
⑩ The Great Hall. Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? A feast sure sounds nice, be it for Halloween or Christmas. Celebrate together!

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History of Magic certainly felt different once you've lived through actual history.

War has a tendency to interrupt one's schooling, and seventh year was a sham anyhow, so they've gone back to finish out their NEWTs — and Professor Binns stands at the front of the room droning on, because apparently some things are unchanging as the tides. For Luna, her father's recently released from Azkaban, their home is still being rebuilt, and Hogwarts— still doesn't feel right. The faculty scrubbed out the blood over the summer and put the rubble back together, but the place simply doesn't feel the same anymore. The energy is off. This year is a formality.

And Luna's focus is scattershot even at the best of times, so she finds her gaze straying to the window, the rolling hills outside. She chose this, and yet it's hard to concentrate — the room has been made larger to accommodate this oversized class, seventh and now-eighth years combined, but it's still stuffy.

Her attention wanders to Harry beside her. Her foot snakes out; bumps against his ankle, a slight summoning of his attention, even as her quick fingers work on folding a piece of paper into some kind of complicated origami.

On the one hand, Harry was glad that he'd chosen to return to Hogwarts for their unofficial "8th year"; it would give him ample time to make a decision about his future and where he wanted to go after graduation. On the other hand though, were the classes like History of Magic that, after surviving an actual war was... frankly unappealing. Especially when most of History of Magic consisted of the Goblin Wars.

To be honest, he was only half listening to Binns droning on, doodling in his notebook when he felt the bump to his ankle. He glanced over and gave Luna a lopsided grin. If there was anything that he enjoyed about returning, it was reconnecting with friends when they weren't fighting for survival.

"The Goblin Wars are a bit less appealing now days aren't they, all things compared," he asked, keeping his voice low. He watched the way she folded the paper in a complicated pattern and grinned.

"All wars are unappealing, but yes, even less so now." Luna's voice was usually soft and breathy to begin with, but it was even quieter now, under her breath to not be overheard by the professor or the other students around them. (It was, perhaps, not ideal for the Boy Who Lived, hero of the Battle of Hogwarts, to be caught woolgathering in-class.) She may be a Ravenclaw, but that didn't necessarily mean slavish devotion to academics: not when it was a subject she cared so little for.

She wasn't even directly looking at her piece of craft, either; Luna was assembling it by automatic muscle memory and touch, eventually folding a little white unicorn into existence. Once it stood on its spindly paper legs, she tapped its head with a delicate finger — and the origami creation kicked its feet, tossed its head, and started prancing around her desk, before taking a graceful leap over to Harry's. Luna watched it go, a bit like a proud mum.

Harry nodded in agreement. Although he was not setting a great example for the other students by not paying full attention to Professor Binns, he also had to admit that at this point and in this class, he didn't frankly care. "I had hoped that he would find the urge to move on before classes resumed," he admitted. He truly felt that it was important for students to learn about more recent history so it didn't eventually come to repeat itself.

The moment the paper unicorn leapt over to him, Harry grinned and reached out, sliding his finger over it's little head and back. It pranced around his desk, nuzzled at his note book before taking a leap back to Luna's desk. The little creation made Harry smile. Even after all this time and everything he's been through, magic made him smile.

She shot him a look at the way he said move on; her expression wasn't quite warning, but there was the tilt of an eyebrow, a questioning glance. There were so many jokes caught behind her teeth, but she still couldn't bring herself to joke about it just yet. About wishing death on a professor, even if Binns' card had been punched long-ago. It still felt too difficult to broach in the wake of that war, even for these two, who had grown up with death's long shadow looming over them.

So. Instead, Luna watched the unicorn, and when it came to her, she folded a small slip of a note into it to carry back to Harry's desk. A quieter, slightly more discreet way of communicating:

if i pretend to faint do you think they'll let us go to the 'infirmary'

He winced at that look from her and tilted his head in acknowledgment that it was a low blow considering what nearly all of them had gone through months prior. Harry's feelings regarding death and the afterlife were... complicated at best. There was a part of him that believed that if it was his time to move on, he was ready, and had truly accepted that. Which was something he was coming to terms with, albeit slowly. Very slowly, considering at the same time he was dealing with being a student.

Being a student again was something he had chosen for himself and he was glad for that. When most of his life consisted of decisions that weren't fully his to make. But this brought him back to Binn's. Did the ghost truly enjoy teaching that much that he wanted to continue teaching? If so, then honestly, Harry could respect that.

When the unicorn returned to his desk, Harry took the note from it and unrolled it. It was a more subtle way of communicating, something he appreciated. He scrawled back a quick response and watched as it returned it to Luna.

No doubt. They have given us more leeway this year. It's worth a try anyway.

When Luna leaned over her desk and craned her head over her paper, long white-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and her books, it looked very much like she was studiously scribbling lecture notes.

But of course she wasn't, and instead, another message went back across the gap between their small tables:

part of me thinks we ought to set a good example for the 7th years
but also
this class isn't teaching us anything that really matters

Fuelled by her parents' eccentricities, she had long-ago set aside any expectations of toeing society's expectations or traditional academia. She learned by doing; preferred the classes where she got to roll up her sleeves and get messy with Potions or dig her fingers into potting soil or be outside with the animals. Binns' by-the-books teaching did absolutely nothing for her.

Harry tried not to be so obvious when he glanced over at Luna and watched as she so studiously scribbled a response back. He equally tried not being so distracted by the way her hair fell over her shoulder just so.

His mouth quirked up at the note from her and scrawled a quick response.

Part of me thinks we're setting a great example by still being in school.
The class allows many to catch up on other assignments or sleep.

Every once in a while it had its uses (other than a catch-up period) but more often than not, it wasn't teaching them anything they could benefit from. Not after the year they had.

I will do my absolute best to act shocked and concerned if you decide to take one for the team.

Once again the note was taken across and given to Luna as Harry once again attempted in some vein to pay attention to what Binn's was teaching about.

Luna crumpled up the latest scrap of paper and stuffed it into her pockets, getting rid of the evidence. There was likely a limit to how often they could get away with passing this animated origami back and forth.

So. Taking one for the team!

She took a deep breath, and then exhaled it in a startled yelp, letting herself go boneless as she slid sideways and slumped out of her seat. "Oh, the heat!" she cried, like a fainting Victorian maiden, one hand flung over her forehead as she sprawled on the floor with her limbs outstretched.

There wasn't a panic, but there was a concerned murmuring from the rest of the room. Binns kept speaking at first, as if nothing had happened, but he finally had to grind to a halt once he realised that absolutely no one was paying attention anymore, instead abuzz over the collapsed Ravenclaw. "Miss Lovegood?" he asked, querulously. "Are you quite all right?"

She cracked one eye open in a slit, just enough to see Harry kneeling by her side, readying to 'help' her out of the classroom. "I think I need the infirmary," she said, one arm still over her face.

Although theatrics was not his style, the moment Luna yelped and slumped out of her seat, Harry stood in surprise and moved toward her. "Luna," he said, kneeling down and did his best to suppress his smile. "Are you okay?"

He looked toward Binn. "I'll take her, Professor," he said, his tone taking on a concerned sound as he assisted Luna up from the floor. "Madame Pomfrey will know what to do." Harry shouldered his bag then grabbed Luna's.

"We really need to talk to the Headmistress about the cooling charms in here."

He could hear Binns tut and agree to him helping Miss Lovegood to the infirmary before returning to his lecture. It was taking everything he could to not laugh.

Luna let herself lean into Harry while he propped her up, their shoulders against each other, his arm around her, as they shuffled out into the hallway and bit back their giggles until they were safely out of earshot from the classroom.

The moment they finally turned a corner and their escape was successfully in-progress, she dissolved into peals of laughter. It was— nice, indulging in an emergency which was actually something so cheerfully, utterly banal. Considering how they'd once helped classmates off the battlefield with hands slippery with each others' blood, this was gloriously low-stakes. When they reached the nearest staircase, she reluctantly disentangled herself from Harry (although she caught his hand and squeezed it affectionately), and then led the way, hopping onto a banister to smoothly slide down it.

"We're truant children," she said in a hushed voice, her voice turning mock-stern and severe on those last two words, reminiscent of a particular Transfiguration teacher. "Your head of house will never forgive us if she catches us."

"Harry your mum must be daft," Neville sat on the foot of Harry's bed, looking over the stack of books Lily had gotten on a visit to Diagon Alley. "Light reading? Is that what she said?" He was obviously very skeptical of this notion, his eyes resting on a particularly weighty volume about mushrooms and moss.

Actually, that sounded like a rather good book.

Harry snorted and glanced at him before he shook his head. "Yeah, her words were 'some light and informative reading'. Between us, I don't think she wants me to spend all my time on my broom." Which was something he'd likely do!

Though, as he said it, there was a rather weighty ancient ruins text that didn't seem all that bad. A bit much, maybe, but he was sure it was informative. "I believe she got the mushrooms and moss one for you, Nev," he said, reaching over and picking it out before handing it over.

When Harry told him the book on mushrooms and moss was meant for him Neville lost a good deal of that skeptical demeanor he'd been regarding Light Summer Reading by Lily Evans and he smiled. "Really?" Neville leaned in, lifting the book off the floor and making a face while he did. "Quite a bit of heft to it, but maybe I'll bring it along when we go fishing."

He had never been fishing before, anyone in his life who might have taken him had been far too elderly to be wrangling a clumsy young man like him on the shore of a body of water. Even Neville would have had to admit it sounded like a short road to calamity.

Harry grinned. "Yeah, she knows how much you like Herbology." He sat back down on his bed with the Ruins book. "Oh, that's good. You know, if we need to knock out a fish, we can use it," he said, his tone teasing though, glancing over at him. "Or, better, if we run into... what do the muggles call'em, bigfoot?" Though he was sure that was just a magical creature that Hagrid would know and be friends with, it likely had a name too!

He'd never gone fishing yet either but the one thing he really enjoyed was going on these different adventures with his Mum and with Neville. Considering his gran, Harry had figured Neville could use just as many adventures as they did. "It's going to be fun. I haven't been fishing but I've heard it's something to try."

"Bigfoot," Neville confirmed as he carefully flipped through the giant book in his lap, looking over the diagrams within as he smiled to himself. He thought the book was very thoughtful, and he appreciated how Harry and his mum had welcomed them into their home and their family all over again.

"I read a Muggle book with fishing in it, it sounds pleasant enough, though the baiting part," he wrinkled his nose, shaking his head at Harry. "Sounds a bit ghastly if you ask me. Still, going on a proper holiday and not to my great-great-auntie's estate will be nice. I always thought it was rather haunted, and even without a ghost it was dusty enough to make me wheeze for weeks."

"You know who would know all about Bigfoot," Harry said, glancing over at him. "Hagrid. I bet he even has a normal-sounding name and everything."

Considering what both of their families have gone through since they were infants, he was glad to have Neville around. It was nice to have someone his age that he could go flying with or talk about their studies. His nose wrinkled at the thought of baiting the hook and shook his head. "Yeah, that part doesn't sound great, does it," he said and flipped open the ruin's book.

He laughed and gave him a look. "I wouldn't be surprised to know if it was haunted. It looked haunted in the photos you brought back last time. This will be much better than going there again. Even if it does include the baiting part."

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the hogwarts meme

Harry Potter (Slytherin & Gryffindor options avail) - during/8th year/post hogwarts)

rng gave me history of magic!

Yaaay!

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that brothersy au we talked about?

omg yes! i am here for it!

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We're going to say they haven't been fishing in this au yet! Oh they will get to experience it ALL.

yessssss

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