𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲; 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐳𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧

꒰ ✨🌫🔮 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

❜ ─ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬! ─ ❛

(𝐀.𝐄.𝐁.)

ALTAIR ELIO BLACK HAD THE WEIRDEST NIGHT'S SLEEP IN THE HISTORY OF HIS LIFE.

currently sitting on a bench at the back of his potions class, he , as well as his fellow gryffindors and slytherins (although he couldn't see atlas anywhere). professor snape was standing at the front, it seemed as though his aunt lily wasn't going to be teaching his class today.

"good morning class." started snape, "as you all now know by now, it's a new year, therefore a new seating plan."

sounds of groans and displeasure were evident. even altair himself didn't want a new seating plan; he didn't even have lee or george or fred with him. it seemed as though they split the class up in alphabetical order.

"quiet in the classroom. you have no choice in this matter." drawled snape, his normal monotonous voice hushing everyone, "in fact, i have designated everyone partners."

more sounds of disapproval were heard. professor snape found great pleasure with pairing people who didn't like each other together.

"quiet! they will be your partner for the rest of the year! any complaints and i will take off house points!" he raised, before listing out the partners.

"amelia avery with altair black."

altair snaps his head up, his attention torn from his potions book, to professor snape. the man had a smirk stretched across his face, looking at altair in a condescending manner.

"black, you sit at the front with avery,"

altair gets up from the stool, his mouth still open, shocked that he was paired with amelia. a part of him was dreading it, seeing as she clearly disliked him for some reason. he just disliked her as they had very similar grades, and for some instances, she did take his place on the ranking. yet another part of him was giddy, like those butterflies you get in your stomach, but he didn't know why. he blamed his hunger. after all, he only ate 2 pieces of toast. whatever this was, he thought it was utterly coincidental.

he walked over to the front desk, realising that snape's desk was in direct eye contact of his. that was no coincidence, in fact, ever since his first year, snape had been trying to take points off his potions, with no avail however.

he sits down on the stool, taking his textbook, notebook and a pen. he could smell a waft of what he could identify as hyacinths in the air, as someone sits next to his left.

"morning black," says the voice of amelia, as she too takes her books out.

"morning amelia, how have you been?" he asks, out of courtesy. he might as well make it less awkward and more manageable for him, that is, if he forgets that she scored slightly higher than him in transfigurations.

"good. and you?" she asks, sitting upright, facing the board. her hands were crossed in front of her and she sat up straight.

"umm, good?" he replies. altair was at least hoping for some sort of conversation from her. even if he liked doing his work quietly, he still liked to have a semi-talking partner.

amelia ignores him and continues to look forward.

"given we're going to be partners and prefects for the rest of the year, the name's altair, altair elio black." he extends his right hand over to her, to which she shuffles backwards.

"i know black. why must you ask for my name if you already know it?" she asks him, slowly getting irritated, her nose slightly scrunching up. his hands recoil.

"it's called conversation avery, something you're absolutely abysmal at." he perches his left hand on his chin, for some odd reason, amelia gave him a weird look when he did that.

she takes a deep breath in, almost to calm herself down.

"avery. amelia-vega cerise avery."

"vega, as in the star?"

"i don't know. my mother named me."

"so... what did you eat for breakfast?" he asks her. at this rate, altair knew he was being a bit of a beg, but you couldn't blame him, he was sirius black's son after all.

"nothing you need to know." she shut him down, still looking forward, her posture ever so straight and her hair unmoving. yet, her small fidgeting with her thumb catches altair's attention.

"nice going al, you just made yourself look like a chatty patty." he mutters under his breath, brushing his hair back. though unbeknownst to him, the girl next to him was smiling subtly.

"settle down," said snape coldly, shutting the door behind him.

"before we begin today's lesson," said snape, sweeping over to his desk and staring around at them all, "i think it appropriate to remind you that next june you will be sitting an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about the composition and use of magical potions. moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, i expect you to scrape an 'acceptable' in your o.w.l., or suffer my . . . displeasure."

his gaze was directed to everyone in the room, though altair knew if atlas were here, it would've been directed to him without a doubt. atlas loathed potions with a passion. plus, he didn't see the point in excelling in the subject anyways,  as he thinks it's quite irrelevant in regards to being a curse breaker.

"after this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me," snape went on. "i take only the very best into my n.e.w.t. potions class, which means that some of us will certainly be saying good-bye, while some are sadly stuck with me."

his eyes rested on altair and his lip curled, almost as if he knew he wouldn't get rid of him. after all, he was going to do alchemy with him (sadly).

"but we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell," said snape softly, "so whether you are intending to attempt n.e.w.t. or not, i advise all of you to concentrate your efforts upon maintaining the high-pass level i have come to expect from my o.w.l. students. "today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at ordinary wizarding level: the draught of peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. be warned: if you are too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing."

on altair's right, amelia sat up a little straighter, as if that were even possible.

"the ingredients and method" — snape flicked his wand — "are on the blackboard" — (they appeared there) — "you will find everything you need" — he flicked his wand again — "in the store cupboard; you have an hour and a half. . . . start."

just as altair had guessed, snape had set them a difficult potion to make, but for altair, it wasn't too bad. him and leela spent the whole summer concocting potions of all ranges.

gathering all his ingredients and necessary equipment, he looks over to amelia's countertop, he could see that she was getting aggravated with her hair falling to her face, whilst reading the instructions.

he takes off one of the springy hair ties that were on his right wrist and passes it over to her.

"what's this for?" she asks, bewildered, booking at him weirdly.

"well, your hair was falling onto your face. i always have spares for my mum and alya. atlas too sometimes" he says, slightly lifting up the sleeves of his robes. she could see different hair band types: the springs, a scrunchies and a normal hair tie. she didn't really know what to say.

"umm. thank you black."

"anytime, little red." he smiles at her in response before turning back to his side of the table.

"do not call me that black."

"it doesn't help your middle name is cerise, sweetheart", to which she scowls.

altair smiles to himself, until he wondered why he was. why would he be smiling to amelia like that?

brushing the thoughts aside, he remembers the task at hand. he adds the moonstone accordingly, stirring it as it was stated in the book and elaborated by snape. it was going pretty well for him, as he got to the stage where his potion was at a good green colour.

he looks across the bench, and sees, what he could say, as an abysmal disaster. amelia's potion had turned a horrid yellow colour, and it seemed as though she didn't start it as was stated in the book. on top of that, it seems as if she got moonstone as a whole, as opposed to the powdered.

"um, amelia, that's not how you're supposed to do it." says altair, looking between his and amelia's potion.

"i'll do what i want to, black" remarks amelia. it seems that she realised she was going wrong, but she didn't want to own up to it. especially if it was altair saying it.

"i don't think you stirred it three times counterclockwise, on top of that why did you use moonstone as a whole?" he asks, looking quite confused at the whole thing.

"well, i know i stirred it the way that stated, and as for why i didn't use powdered moonstone," she continues, realising the fault in her potion "well, isn't it going to dissolve anyway? plus, i didn't read the instructions properly..."

altair was going to say something back, a solution if you will, on how to fix the mini disaster going on.

"why don't you mind your own business black?"

"because i would like to live another day, and suppose you didn't add anything else dodgy, then i should be okay." he mutters, adding more powdered moonstone to his potion. he was nearly done, he just needed to add some powdered porcupine quills and wait till it turned white.

it seemed as though professor snape was drifting between benches and he was on his way here. as much as he hated the guy, altair felt bad for him, not because he was alone or anything, simply because his ex-crush (his godmother) was his co-teacher and he was constantly reminded of how she wasn't his. it was a shame really, but the fact that he was a fat prick to altair, his siblings and the students, made him forget about that.

plus, he was certain that his dad and uncle james were going to do something.

adding the porcupine quills, he could see that his potion was finally white, and was emitting a silvery mist. right on time as well, as snape came to observe his potion. he turned his nose up, an angry scowl present on his face, as he realised that altair did it correctly.

he drifted to amelia, almost like a bat, and moved his wand wordlessly in the air.

"avery, what is this?" his dark eyes boring into hers.

"the potion professor." she was still expressionless, yet altair could see a slither of worry and fear etched on her face.

a scowl appeared on his face, "read the ninth line of your textbook."

"add more stewed mandrake until the potion turns yellow." she recites, realising what she missed out.

"evanesco. avery, this isn't even a potion. is that whole moonstone i see there?"

she nods, almost as of her words were stuck in her throat. altair felt really bad for her and awkward to be viewing it all.

"learn from your brother. he was far more competent and able than you. both of you, see me after class." he replies, before going to the front of the room. it seemed as though that hit a sore spot, as she recoils, looking down. whereas altair looked quite baffled, why did he have to see snape after class?

after lesson, amelia and altair walk up to snape's desk, where he was sitting down.

"now, i understand that the two of you are the highest scoring students in your entire year group."

the two nod. it was known to all the teachers that both altair and amelia subconsciously compete with one another for the best grades.

"yet, it's come to my attention miss avery that you are absolutely incompetent and abysmal in potions." snape continues, his eyes fixated on an embarrassed amelia.

"have you kept me back to embarrass me in front of this fool?"

"i'll have you know sweetheart, that this fool," altair replies pointing at himself and brushing his hair back, amelia could swear her heart was having odd palpitations "has higher marks than you."

"no one asked black."

the two rivals looking at one another with utter hatred. altair insulted at her comment and amelia still embarrassed over snape belittling her in front of altair. amelia couldn't help but to realise the light flecks of grey settling on altair's honey irises and the beauty spot perched right below his right eye. altair however couldn't help looking down at her and staring into her large doe eyes and the weirdly adorable way her eyebrows were scrunching up from looking up at him.

"both of you, shut up."

the two snap their attention back to snape, forgetting momentarily that he was even there in the first place.

"black, i request you to have weekly tutoring sessions with miss avery here. after today's episode, i expect for to see results by next week." snape replies, his eyes looking distastefully at the two.

"you can't force me to teach her! that violates my human rights!" altair exclaims, nearly dropping his school bag.

"i am your teacher mr black and you must do as i say." snape drawls, it was clear that he was quite enjoying giving one of the black's misery.

amelia huffs beside him, "why should i trust this ugly troll with potions? it's clear he doesn't know what a hair brush is!"

altair turns again to look at amelia, "i'll have you know that dry brushing is a cardinal sin little red," to which amelia scrunches her brows in disgust of the nickname, "why should i jeopardise my curls for someone who put a whole moonstone in their potion!"

"because black, it will dissolve anyway."

altair looks at amelia in shock, his hands on his cheeks in disbelief, "no, you fucking numpty!" he turns to snape, "professor, you're hearing these idiocies too right?"

snape massages the bridge of his nose in agony, "yes black, which is why you are to tutor miss avery."

"i'm talking to aunt lily." altair states confidently. if anyone could help him, it was his aunt lily.

"professor evans has already agreed with me on this matter. no buts."

altair groans in displeasure.

"you may leave my classroom. go argue somewhere else. your voices are giving me a headache."

the two leave in silence, making their way to their next class which was coincidentally transfiguration.

altair turns to look at amelia, "listen, i don't want to do this and i'm guessing you don't too, but when is your availability?"

"i don't need your help black." she shoots him a dark look.

"i don't care if you need help, and quite frankly, i can't be asked to argue with you after you insulted my hair," altair replies, "now tell me when you're free."

amelia says nothing for a short while. the two of them walk slowly towards professor mcgonagall's class.

they enter the corridor where the classroom was held in.

"saturdays 3-5."

altair turns to look at her, her eyes cemented to the front.

"okay then, i'll bring some snacks and we can work on some theory." he says, nodding and taking his transfiguration textbook out of his bag.

"is the library okay?"

"sure"

they arrive at to the doorway of mcgonagall's class.

"oh black," amelia says turning around to look at altair, "don't talk to me, or else people might think we're friends."

altair smiles, "oh little red, that would be a felony, after all, i loathe you with every fibre of my being."

"i loathe you too, nice to know it's reciprocated." amelia enters the class, a gentle smile on her face. altair follows behind her.

just as he entered the classroom, did altair realise that amelia avery had a pretty smile and an oxymoronic part of him wished that he could see it more often.

─── ✨🌫🔮 ───

"bitches end up in ditches."

that was the first thing draco malfoy heard after his hissy fit encounter with buckbeak. now, he knew not to aggravate the creature, yet after seeing harry potter do so with ease, he had to do something stupid.

that something stupid which led him to be in the hospital wing.

to say alya was royally pissed was an understatement. it required a blaise and daphne to physically restrain alya from beating up draco whilst he was in the wing. luckily for her, she did manage to throw a punch to his cheekbone.

draco was currently lying up in the bed, with alya and blaise on his left and daphne on his right.

"why did you do it draco?" alya's metallic eyes darkening as she fixates her gaze onto draco, who hesitates in response. alya never called those dear to her by their real names, only when they fucked up.

"erm, i don't know..."

"then why did you do it, dumbass?"

in all honesty, draco didn't know why he did it, but seeing harry click so well with the creature, made him irritated for some odd reason.

"potter pissed me off."

"what the fuck do you mean draco?" asks daphne, crossing her arms and looking down at Draco in confusion.

"nothing."

"your dumb box dye arse could get hagrid fired!" alya exclaims. blaise was to her side trying to hold her down, his arms draped loosely around her shoulders, holding onto her palm as he draws patterns on to it.

"i'm sorry, i was being an arse."

alya smiles sarcastically at draco, her right hand touching his leg, "i'm sorry you're an arse too."

draco rolls his eyes in response.

"listen, you have a weird obsession with potter, i'm guessing you're still not going to admit you're feelings for him, as much as you'll love to deny it." daphne rambles, "stop being a wanker for fucks sake."

"how dare you call me a wanker, my auntie will hear about this." draco complains. if there was anyone who he loved more than his mum, it was leela.

alya and daphne both look to one another.

"firstly schnitzel, mum won't do shit, if anything she'll call you an idiot like she calls my dad," alya begins.

"and secondly dear dray, if the uniform policy complied to my fashion sense, I would wear heels bigger than your micro-organic dick in the first place."

"hey! I'll have you know my dick is not micro-organic," he says, putting air bubbles to the best of his capacity! "I'll show you right now!"

"hold up! firstly, I'm gay and you're going to make me vomit. secondly, your little sister is here," daphne lists, disgusted and very clear she was against such demonstrations, "and lastly, I'm sure blaise himself is fed up seeing your dick."

"it's true I am."

alya still looks at draco disgusted, "this proves my point: there are two types of men."

"word al."

alya turns to blaise, her eyes narrowing slightly, "anything to add amore?"

blaise smirks and looks over to draco, "nothing at all, cara mia,"

"draco, i swear to merlin, i hope that scratch hurts like hell or i'll throw your arm in paper cuts and drown it in hand sanitiser." alya states menacingly; she was getting pretty good at learning latin and was hoping to construct spells in the future.

draco looks at her shell-shocked, because he just knew that in some way or another, she would carry this out. he would never forget the razor incident. never.

"so, stay on your best behaviour, and apologise to hagrid. understood?"

he nods frantically, to which draco and daphne laugh in response. you see alya was the embodiment of the quote, 'though she be but little, she is fierce.'

"oh, i have a surprise for you guys!" alya exclaims, remembering their third year resolution the gang put in place. she handed them three large vials, all labelled with their prospective names.

blaise looks up at alya, eyes shining with excitement, "is this what i think it is?"

alya nods in erratically, looking at draco, who seemed to have gone into shock once more and daphne who was looking as though she was cracking what it meant.

"how!" exclaimed draco, leaning forward (in pain), his eyes wide open with glee.

"mum and allie were making a bunch of potions this year and they happened to make the animagus potion!"

something to note on the slytherin quartet was that the four of them together was ambition incarnate. it had been their dream since their second year to accomplish the feat of being animagi. yet, with the whole petrifying incident for alya, draco being on lockdown from lucius, daphne being at home more with astoria and blaise drifting between italy to the uk, it was quite challenging.  the four finalised that they were to undergo the transformation last summer, which began with the mandrake leaf. considering alya and daphne swallowed it in the first week itself, draco choking on it and exiting his mouth and blaise somehow keeping it in the whole time, the four somehow managed it.

"nah, but how did you sneak it in the first place? that would need our hair and mandrake leaves you idiot" asked draco. he was confused as he knew that his aunt leela's alchemy lab was strictly off limits. plus having sirius around meant that her ingredients were at a greater risk like no other.

"well you cunt, i switched our hairs and mandrake leaves with the samples mum had. plus allie has this perfection issue, so they managed making five batches."

daphne screams in glee, almost puncturing draco's eardrum in the process, as she lunges over to hug alya.

"fucks sake daph, i'm already injured as it is."

"suck my dick, draco."

"i mean this from the bottom of my heart, no."

blaise snickers besides the hugging best friends, who was seemingly sketching something in his notebook, "we know whose draco would like."

"oh for the love of merlin, leave me alone! what have i ever done to any of you?"

alya smirks, "exist."

"that's it," as he tries lunging to alya,  forgetting about his arm in the first place, until someone's voice clears near alya and blaise.

the slytherin gang look to the direction of the voice clearing and draco realises that he was royally fucked with a capital F. the gang swiftly pocket their respective vials and draco hands his over to alya discreetly.

"draco lucius malfoy."

"auntie leela, what a pleasure!"

al and lia >>>>
icl, they're slow burn-ish, angsty but you'll love 'em

graphic made by me !!

slytheringang2shambles and this ain't even the half of it.
what do you think is each of their patronuses?

king atlas is going to make an appearance soon.