Lily Luna Potter Masterlist

Mary Macdonald and Emmeline Vance HCs

Marauders Era Masterlist

Mary: Talks

Emmeline: Listens

Mary: Sunshine

Emmeline: Rain

Emmeline: Wears Jewlery

Mary: Makes the Jewlery

Mary: Extrovert

Emmeline: Introvert

Emmeline: “I have a bad feeling about this.”

Mary: “Just follow my lead”

Mary: Elton John

Emmeline: ABBA

Mary: 50+ friends

Emmeline: 10> friends

Mary: loves parties

Emmeline: hates parties

Mary: Bisexual

Emmeline: Lesbian

Emmeline: Plays quidditch

Mary: Cheers

Mary: Youngest child

Emmeline: Only child

Mary: Golden Retriever

Emmeline: Black Cat

Emmeline: Will eat anything

Mary: Picky eater

Mary: always hot

Emmeline: always cold

Mary: Action movies

Emmeline: Horror movies

Mary: words of affirmation

Emmeline: acts of service

Emmeline: Sunshine protector

Mary: Sunshine

Mary: coffee drinker

Emmeline: tea drinker

Mary: sings while drunk

Emmeline: sober and listens

Mary: *brings home stray animal*

Emmeline: “Did you name it yet?”

Mary: Animal lover

Emmeline: also loves animals

Mary: loves little kids

Emmeline: intimidated by little kids

Mary: cat lady

Emmeline: supports cat lady

Emmeline: sleeps on the right side of the bed

Mary: sleeps on top of Emmeline

(The left side is for the cats)

Emmeline: Ravenclaw

Mary: Gryffindor

Tree Lighting | TASM!Peter Parker

TASM!Peter Parker Masterlist

TASM Face Claims

Word Count: 928

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You convince your boyfriend, who also happens to be Spider-Man, to give in to the public’s wishes and light the big Christmas Tree in Central Park.

Warnings: Heights, cold weather

Characters: TASM!Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales, and Felicia Hardy

Notes:

Established Relationship

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“You want me to do what?” Peter laughed

“I’m serious!” You said

“I’m sure you are, honey.” Peter grinned at you

“So..will you?” You asked, hopeful

Peter ran a hand through his brown hair with a sigh, “I just told a reporter last night that I wasn’t going to do it.”

“So, say that you changed your mind!” You offered

Peter looked at you with an amused smile, “You really want me to do this tree lighting that bad, huh?”

You nodded bashfully, “I just..think it would add something nice to the season. For everyone!” You added

Peter grinned and pulled you in so that he could put a hard kiss on your cheek. Pulling back he rested his forehead on yours.

“You’re adorable, Y’know that.” Peter said

“You tell me all the time.” You said, quietly

“Mm, as I should.” He pulled you into a kiss

When he retracted from you, your lips followed his and he laughed.

“I gotta get home before Aunt May comes to check on me.” He nodded towards your bedroom window.

“Goodbye kiss?” You asked

Peter answered you with what you desired.

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“Did you ask Gwen to pester me about the tree lighting too?” Peter asked, walking into your apartment kitchen with his phone out.

“No.” You answered, honestly, leaning against the counter.

“Well,” Peter began wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his chest, “now Gwen is texting me about the tree lighting too.”

You laid your head on his chest and giggled.

“First, my girlfriend, and now my best friend. When will it stop?” Peter complained jokingly

“After we get Harry and Felicia in on it too.” You answered, giggling

Peter pinched your side teasingly.

“Yes, we’ll, I’ll definitely be outnumbered by then.” Peter chuckled

“You already are.” You laughed, “The entirety of New York wants you to do this.”

Peter hummed in agreement, “True.” He mumbled

You only grinned.

“What do you get out of this exactly?” Your boyfriend asked

“I get to see you struggle with the lights.” You giggled

Peter snorted, “I’m Spider-man! I fight villains on a daily basis, I'm not gonna struggle with Christmas lights.”

“Then prove it.”

“I guess I am cornered.” Peter considered.

Out of nowhere he picked you up causing you to let out a yelp of surprise.

“Well,” Peter laughed, “first things first, we have to find you the perfect spot to watch me expertly,” he emphasized, “light that tree.”

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True to his word, Peter found you the best spot.

You were currently rewatching the video that the news got of Peter-Spider-man- telling a reporter that he changed his mind about lighting the tree.

“Are you warm enough?” Peter asked while wrapping a scarf around your neck.

“Yep.” You confirmed

A knock on the door caught your attention.

“Are we expecting company?” Peter asked, zipping up his jacket to hide the spidey suit.

“Actually, we were.” You said, walking over to the door.

Gwen’s grinning face met the two of you on the other side. Followed by Felicia, Harry and Miles.

A chorus of greetings made their way into their apartment.

“Are all of you planning on watching me light this tree?” Peter asked

“I think most of America is watching you light this tree, Pete.” Harry said, very unbothered.

“I already told them where we’re planning to watch.” You added

“I’ve got a limo waiting downstairs.” Harry winked

“A real limo too!” Miles said excitedly

“We’re going by limo?” Peter asked

“No, Harry’s going by limo. I’ll get there on my own and so should you, Peter.” Felicia said

“Peters taking me.” You commented

“I could swing over as well.” Miles shrugged

“Well, I can’t swing so I’m taking the limo.” Gwen said

“We’ll meet you there.” Harry said, as he and Gwen walked out the door.

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“You ready, Pete?” Miles asked as he got comfortable on the roof.

“Course.” The brunette responded.

“Good luck, Peter.” Felicia called

“Don’t fall on the stage.” Gwen teased

“And don’t make us look bad.” Harry added

Your boyfriend scoffed and shook his head.

He looked towards you with a teasing expectant look. You hopped up from your spot and wrapped your arms around his tight.

He squeezed you tighter and placed a bunch of kisses on your cheek and neck, causing you to giggle.

“Get a room you two!” Harry yelled

Peter sends him a glare with no real anger in it.

“Wish me luck.” Peter says so only you could hear you.

“Good luck.” You say with one more kiss.

“See ya guys!” Peter called the rest of your friends.

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Apparently, Harry brought his laptop with him so all of you could see Peter better.

You giggled as you watched Peter talk to the celebrity announcer.

You all laughed even more as Peter did fumble with the lights after a worker handed them to him and asked him to wrap them around the tree.

“3……”

“2……”

“1……”

“Happy Holidays!”

The crowd shouted as Peter pressed the button to light the tree.

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“How’d I do?” Peter asked excitedly as he got back to you.

“Amazing! It was great!” You laughed, throwing your arms around him.

“Did you like it?” Peter asked you

“Loved it!” You pressed a bunch of kisses to his cheeks.

“I’m glad.” He pressed a hard kiss to your mouth.

“Alright, Felicia brought a million plates of hot food to my place-“

“Yes! I forgot about that.” Felicia interrupted

“Some warm food sounds good to me.” Mile’s commented

“Food?” Peter asked

“Food.” You agreed

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It makes sense and I’m kind of obsessed with this now.

Jace grew up all alone with just his father and the servants. He probably hadn’t even met someone his old age until he was ten and was adopted by the Lightwoods. Max adored Jace. Max litterally died with Jaces old toy in his hands.

The thing about Jace is that he wants to better than Valentine. And im not saying that would be the only reason he’d have kids, but I think at the end of the day he’d try his very best to not be the kind of father Valentine was to him. Six to eight kids is definetly a lot. But I think Jace really just wants to be surrounded by family. Especially with the person he loves.

I also think Jace adores kids. He tries to be gentle with them. I think it’s because he sees their innocence and knows that he never got to have that.

You know how in the fics they usually portrayed Jace as scared to have kids? Because he was afraid he'd be a bad father figure? Well canon Jace really said that's bullshit, I want 8 😌

Come on Cassie give him at least a puppy, a cat or a freaking plant... I'm not asking for much

Peeta Mellark Masterlist

Miscellaneous Masterlist

More works in progress…

Train Tracks | The Hunger games don’t exist AU

Peeta has been your friend for years, but you aren’t close. Which makes him wonder why you chose him of all people to show the wonderous little paradise you found on the outskirts of town. WC: 886

In-Law Dinners | The Hunger games don’t exist AU

You are no stranger to dinners with your in-laws. However, it’s been a while, making you more nervous than usual. WC: 1.8k

Days at Home Can be read as an AU

A simple life has never felt so sweet. WC: 2.4k

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Illness and Comfort |Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Word Count: 822

Genre: Fluff | Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Remus Lupin x wife!reader

Summary: Comforts from the upcoming moon.

Warnings: pain, sickness, symptoms of being a werewolf, Remus not feeling well enough to get out of bed.

Characters mentioned: The Marauders

Key:

Cariad = love (welsh)

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

Stepping out of the fireplace with a flash of green you listened curiously to your surroundings. When you saw that Remus was not in his usual chair you worried that he had bed-ridden himself.

You used the floo powder network to get to the small Wizarding village, the closest to you, in Wales, hoping to find all you needed. You were in luck, but you felt your luck had been used up when you heard the awful coughs from the upstairs of your cottage.

You quickly dashed around your home, anxious to put all of your purchases away and get to your husband.

With record breaking time (by muggle standards) you placed everything in the correct spots, neatly (with the help of your magic), and carried the tray of food, medicine, tea, and water to your bedroom.

“My love,” You said in greeting, taking in your husband's appearance with regret.

Though you now had access to the Wolfsbane potion, which allowed Remus to keep a sound mind during his monthly transformation, it didn’t stop the pain that came leading up or during his transformation. And with the two of you growing older, Remus’ body was unable to recover the way it once could.

But, if we are talking about differences, you should make it a point to mention Remus’ face at the sight of your appearance. His face had once filled with shame, anger, helplessness, and longing when you saw him in such a state. Now, his face brightened increasingly as though you were the hero coming to protect him from the monsters.

“Cariad,” he greeted you in his mother tongue while making a move to sit up.

“None of that, my love, let me help you so you do not strain yourself more.” You rushed to his side as you noticed his movement.

Remus' chuckle sounded painful but he still smiled through his grimace.

“I apologize, my dear, I was quite excited to see you.” He responded.

“I am your wife, you see me everyday.” You say with an airy tone.

Remus made a noise of appreciation as he looked at you with all the wonder in the world.

You brushed some of the wispy hairs from his forehead and kissed it once.

“Fever?” Remus questioned

Your lips thinned, “Yes.” You moved to open the window in your bedroom.

“Don’t worry, my darling.” He replied as if meant to assure you.

“I’ve been looking into some muscle relaxer potions.” You said, a little absentmindedly.

Remus shook his head, “You don’t have to do that-“

“I should’ve done it a long time ago.” You cut in, your tone making it very clear that you didn’t want Remus’ disapproval.

Remus grabbed your hand gently, and ran his thumb over the back of your hand in soothing circles, “What I mean, is I don’t want you to make yourself sick worrying about me.”

“I always worry about you.” You say with vulnerability that you no longer withheld.

Remus smiled, “As I do you. Whatever will happen, will happen, so let’s enjoy our time now.”

“Yes.” You agreed quietly

After a moment of affectionate gazing, that would have Sirius gagging, you said, “I brought you up some food, have you eaten anything?”

Remus shook his head no, causing your brows to furrow in worry, but you looked away so that he would not be displeased.

He noticed anyway, “I wasn’t very hungry, and I didn’t want to make you rush.” Remus said.

“I suppose we should start keeping some snacks in our room, so that you don’t need to face the same problem.” You replied.

Remus nodded, “That would be a good idea.” His face shown in content, much to your pleasure.

“Here,” using your wand, you levitated the tray of Remus’ food and drinks so that it could comfortably hover in the air above his lap.

“I'll go get some more food, I don’t think this will be enough.” You made your way to turn when Remus let out a small shout of disagreement.

“No!” The tray of food magically moves itself so that Remus doesn’t knock it all over as he reaches for you. The look on his face tells you the unspoken words of “all I want is for you to be here.”

“Rem.” You start, but Remus only shakes his head.

You let out a little sigh, and Remus grins, knowing he’s won.

You move to your side of the bed, sitting on top of the covers. You watch as Remus digs into his plate while trying to make small talk with you.

When he’s done and the tray is moved, he lays his head on your chest. Your hand subconsciously goes to his head, your nails scratching and soothing him.

“I love you.” You can hear in his voice that he’s about to fall asleep.

“I love you, Rem.” With a gentle kiss upon his forehead you know he’s asleep.

Gwen Stacy Masterlist

TASM Masterlist

More works in progress…

A Day to Remember

A winter day with the blonde you love. WC: 1.1k

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

𝖨𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

𝖧𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

More works in progress…

I𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌:

Pukwudgie House

Wampus House

Horned Serpent House

Thunderbird House

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An Angels Arms | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Domestic Fluff

Pairing(s); Jace Herondale x wife!reader, Magnus Bane-Lightwood x Alec Lightwood-Bane, Isabelle Lightwood x Simon Lovelace, Luke Graymark x Jocelyn Fairchild

Summary: You fall asleep after spending an evening surrounded by your family and friends, and you wake up in your husbands arms.

Warnings: Food, some sexual innuendos (kinda)

Characters included/mentioned: Luke Graymark, Jocelyn Fairchild, Mayrse Lightwood, Clary Fairchild, Simon Lovelace, Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, and Max Lightwood-Bane

Notes:

Jace and reader are married

They live in the Herondale estate

Magnus and Alec are married

Max Lightwood-Bane is in this (he’s a little over one)

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The institute shined in holiday lights. It took everyone hours to decorate the inside of the institute. You could still hear Jace grumbling in your ear about how pointless the entire thing was. But you all had persevered. The institute looked so glorious. Many pictures were taken because everyone was very proud of the results.

Magnus summoned most of the decorations, others were made by everyone in attendance (even Jace though he wasn’t given a choice), and some even came from respective childhoods. 

The halls were filled with the sound of holiday music as you all decorated. With the occasional argument over decorations, (and the mishap where Max accidentally set multiple trees on fire), you were all putting in work. The institute truly looked like a Christmas card. 

Jace, being the angsty adult teenager he is, kept pestering you about when dinner was going to get there. 

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Last night was Christmas Eve and though the majority were neither religious or didn’t celebrate Christmas, it was agreed to get together to celebrate the holidays that night.

The institute smelled delightful with multiple pastries and appetizers adoring the tables. 

First, you waited for everyone to show up. You and Jace got there early as the Lightwood siblings had agreed to help their mother with preparing the food. You decided to come along with Jace because you thought there was no point waiting three more hours waiting at home when you could show up early and help your mother-in-law. Jace hadn’t been looking forward to helping Mayrse cook and clean, any more than he was excited to see what food Isabelle decided to bring. 

When you portalled into the institute you immediately heard chatter in the kitchen. 

After setting down your bags of presents by the tree, you followed the noise and sure enough, Isabelle, Alec, Simon, and Maryse were already there. Mayse was standing very intimidatingly in the center of the kitchen giving everyone orders with a wave of the knife she was holding. 

“Ah, the perfect picture of Shadowhunter holidays.” Jace said announcing your presence

Mayrses head had snapped towards the two of you and she smiled immediately embracing her adopted son, and you as well (to your surprise). 

“Good, you’re here. Jace, go help Alec with the stuffing. Dear, if you could help Simon and Isabelle with the mashed potatoes that would be lovely.” 

Simon looked like he was meant for a baking show, with a holiday apron and white chefs hat. He seemed very concerned as he watched his fiance pour things into the bowl. When you came over he smiled, happy to not have to be the one to tell Isabelle that she wasn’t following the recipe correctly and therefore getting snapped at.

And so the next few hours passed with a lot of orders from Maryse and annoyed debate from Isabelle after she considered putting brownie batter in the mashed potatoes. 

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Then, Luke and Jocelyn showed up holding ceramic bowls filled with food. 

Clary came only a few moments later her red hair disheveled and covered with snow, a bag clearly filled with presents hung at her side. 

Last, but certainly not least, coming fashionably late, was Magnus and a well dressed Max. 

Unfortunately Robert Lightwood had some things in Alicante that he couldn’t be excused for. So he was unable to join.

They invited Aline and her family but they were spending Christmas with Aline’s girlfriend, Helen, and the rest of the Blackthorn family.

Greetings went by swiftly and then everyone sat down and ate dinner. 

Afterwards multiple card and board games were gone through. Jace and Alec had gotten up sometime in the middle wanting to ‘fetch something’ but you translated that to ‘I want to go play swords with my parabatai’. They were only gone for a few moments before Mayrse had dragged them back saying they were going to ruin their nice clothes. 

You have to say your favorite part was when Mayrse began retelling past holiday stories about Jace, Alec, Isabelle, and their late brother Max.

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Finally the presents were passed around. 

Max got an overwhelming amount of presents by Alec’s standards. 

“You guys really didn’t have to get him so many presents. I mean, you should see the amount that is lying under our own tree back home!” Alec stressed.

But Max was happy so he didn’t press much more. 

You gave Jace a ceramic duck, he glared at you and shook his head disapprovingly as everyone else laughed in amusement. 

“Just be glad I didn’t get a live duck like Magnus suggested.” You whispered

Jace looked a little horrified at the thought and shivered. 

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After presents were done, the mindless chatter began. 

People would take turns playing with Max, and then Max would be passed around on people's laps once he started to get tired, eventually landing in Alec’s lap while Magnus played with his son's hair affectionately. 

You couldn’t remember when you first started getting lulled into sleep. Maybe it was when Magnus sat at the piano, playing multiple tunes that he had heard throughout his life. Probably not when Clary and Simon recited a holiday song they learned in elementary school. If you couldn’t guess they weren’t the best of singers. Perhaps it was when Jace started combing his fingers through your hair, as you laid your head against his chest. The warmth of his body and the rythmic sound of his heartbeat probably helped as well. Yeah, that was probably it. 

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The light pours into your room. Not unpleasant but enough to wake you from your peaceful slumber. 

You quickly realize that you’re back in the Herondale house. The new familiarity of the room you and Jace (mostly you, since Jace kept insisting he didn’t care how you decorated) decorated. The single bookshelf that isn’t a far distance from your bed holds both of your favorite reads as well as photographs from your wedding, honeymoon, missions, and other memorable moments with your family and friends. 

Your eyes first go to a picture with Jace, who wore a wide grin with his nephew, Max on his shoulders wearing one quite similar. You took that photo while at a fair (something Jace had considered ‘childish’ but had a lot of fun at). It was at the end of the night. Max obviously exhausted, but overall ecstatic, it had been his first time at the fair. Jace looked sweaty and worn out but you could tell that he wasn’t tired. He was a shadowhunter after all. 

On a shelf down is a picture of you and Jace, simply talking. It was after a rougher mission and you were both bloodied and bruised but the look of pure love the two of you shared had drawn you to frame it. 

Looking towards the left, on your windowsill was a picture from your wedding. You in your gold dress, and Jace in his button up black shirt with his black leather jacket. You and Jace were sitting down, tired from socializing and dancing. Your head was on his shoulder and he was peering down at you, a big smile on his face, one that reflected on your own. 

You laugh a little bit thinking back to a time where you thought you and Jace would’ve never been. How happy you are that you were wrong.

“What are you laughing at so early in the morning?” A familiar voice rasps, still laced in sleep

You shake your head moving your body so you could face him. “Nothing.” you smile brightly looking at him. 

Jace Herondale, your husband, who is more angel than the majority of Shadow Hunters, has killed more demons than anyone his age, and a damn good shadow hunter, is laying in bed next to you, his eyes lined with a reminisce of sleep. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The blonde voices with a tired smirk

You huff out a laugh and comb your fingers lazily through his blonde locks. 

Jace makes a grumble of appreciation and his mouth softens to a genuine pleased smile. His head subconsciously leans into your head.

You smile and go down for a kiss, one he returns with great pleasure. 

Kissing Jace Herondale is how you would imagine a goodbye-this is the last time I might ever see you again-kiss. Its hard, full of passion, and yearning.

His hand is on the back of your head with a firm-but not too firm-grip keeping you close. 

You are the one to pull away first causing a noise of disapproval from your husband. 

“Merry Christmas.” You barely manage to say before Jaces lips were back on yours. 

With a bit of a struggle you pull back and smiled, “We need to get ready.” 

Jace scoffs disapprovingly, “What for?” 

“We’re supposed to be meeting up with your family again later.” You answer

“Later. We saw plenty of them last night. I’m sure they won’t mind me spending today with my wife.” He says before pulling you in for another kiss

“You spend every day with me.” You murmur trying to hold onto the thought of Alec, Magnus, and Max who were expecting you later on. 

“And everyday I only want you more.” He whispers, his hands roaming your body in pleasure, pulling you closer to him as if you were pulling away.

But you weren’t, you're not sure you could when you wanted him just as much. 

You pull back and hold his face in your hands, his lips still only a few inches from yours. 

He pouts and glares at you. 

You laugh in response. 

“We can’t miss breakfast. Magnus will hold it over our heads for the rest of our lives.” 

“I don’t give a flying fu-” Jace began only for you to cover his mouth

“Jace!” You laugh a little. Just a little. 

The famous Herondale smirk was ever so present when you remove your hand. “Fine. We can do breakfast, lunch, and dinner or whatever but after that you’re mine for the night.” 

Your heart skips a beat, “Sounds wonderful.” 

He smiles bringing you in this time for a warm embrace.

“I love you.” You murmur into his shoulder

“I love you more.” He murmurs back, a stupid grin on his face.

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edited on 05/16/2024

Sorting HTTYD Characters into their Harry Potter Houses

HTTYD Masterlist

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Hiccup Haddock |||

Hogwarts: Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny:Thunderbird

Beauxbatons:Bellefeuille

Astrid Hofferson

Hogwarts: Slytherin

Ilvermorny: Wampus

Beauxbatons: Ombrelune

Fishlegs

Hogwarts:Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny:Horned Serpent

Beauxbatons:Papillonlisse

Snotlout

Hogwarts:Gryffindor

Ilvermorny:Thunderbird

Beauxbatons:Bellefeuille

Tuffnut

Hogwarts:Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny:Thunderbird

Beauxbatons:Bellefeuille

Ruffnut

Hogwarts:Slytherin

Ilvermorny:Wampus

Beauxbatons:Ombrelune