Not bad, but I wonder a bit: what has happened with whole transgender story. Somehow, the first few chapters were all about mechanics of the change, and then the last couple of years (which should be crucial if Holly should physically grow into a woman) you seem to forget all about that. I don't want to be too crass, but Holly has still all male bits, right? Shouldn't she really do something about this? Yule Ball is approaching …
A Skirt's Not So Bad [Harry Potter]
- Thread starter Tekomandor
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- She/They
She's what, fifteen? No responsible medical professional would greenlight anything being done about those bits until she's reached a certain point in puberty, around seventeenish, otherwise there wouldn't be enough bits to make new bits with.
Magic could probably change that, but if the conceit is that Holly's medical transition follows a real one...
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- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- She/Her
1) It's exactly as inappropriate to fixate on a trans person's genitals as it is to fixate on a cis person's genitals. I don't know why people think a person being trans means it's open season for those sorts of questions, but it's not.
2) Lots of trans women are perfectly happy without getting bottom surgery. Transition is not a checklist, it's a journey that's different for every person. Nothing is necessary for a person's transition beyond what that person feels they need.
3) I really, REALLY hope I'm somehow misinterpreting that Yule Ball comment, because if you're implying what I think you are... wow.
I thought it was implied that the stronger potion Holly got in second year would take care of everything everything, because magic
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
That does seem to be what the author intended. Holly's probably genetically female now, not just structurally. In any event, I think it's best to table this tangent before it goes full derail.
UrsaTempest
Don't Panic!
What, Holly having fun doing girly things isn't trans enough for you?
Year Four, Chapter Twenty
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Year Four, Chapter Twenty
"I don't believe it - Potter's gone and faced the Horntail head-on... and she's won! Our youngest champion has just achieved our quickest victory of the day. Well, that's certain to shorten those long odds on her," bagman said from the commentator's seat, talking into his enchanted and old-fashioned looking microphone.
Dragonhandlers, Charlie Weasley amongst them, rushed onto the rocky ground of the stadium. They fired huge coordinated barrages of stunning spells at the angry Horntail. It trashed around and tried to break its chained collar, but the handlers had it knocked out with surprising speed. Holly clutched her golden egg - which was surprisingly large and heavy - in one hand, and her wand in the other.
The crowd was cheering as one now, all house and school allegiances long since forgotten. Holly waved back at them, and she grinned broadly as she saw the giant animated lightning bolt banner the twins had made being madly waved. Hagrid, McGonagall, and Moody were all waiting for her at the other exit of the stadium, and even Moody looked a little happy.
"You really did it! Even managed not to hurt the poor thing too badly," Hagrid said - the poor thing, of course, being the dragon that had just been trying to roast Holly alive. But she was in a good mood, and so she merely smiled at Hagrid and said nothing.
"That was some good aim you showed out there, Potter," Moody said, leaning on his cane.
"Thanks, Professors," Holly said.
"Excellently done, miss Potter, - with me, if you please. Madam Pomfrey wants a look at you, just to make sure you haven't hurt yourself," McGonagall said, and Holly followed her into a white tent. It was divided into small cubicles, and Holly thought she could make out the silhouette of Viktor Krum in one of them.
Holly sat down, and Madam Pomfrey soon arrived. She looked like she'd had a busy afternoon.
"Dragons! Last year, Dementors - this year, Dragons! If this keeps up, there'll be a Nundu for next year... oh, I suppose you're fine, Potter," Madam Pomfrey said as she looked Holly over. Just a moment afterwards, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron all burst into the tent.
"Holly!" they said, and Ginny ran over and hugged her.
"I'm fine - look, not even singed," Holly said, as she joined her friends in returning to the stands. She could see the judges clearly now, and apparently, all that remained for the First Task was for her score to be given out.
"That was - it was pretty bloody scary, and I was just watching it," Ron said.
"I'm sorry for forgetting about it tracking you by scent, Holly. I should have accounted for the dragon's strong sense -" Hermione began, but Holly interrupted her.
"It's okay, Hermione. If Sirius and Remus didn't think of it..." Holly said.
"You know, you said Professor Dumbledore was teaching you all about magical fire a few weeks ago. Reckon he was trying to get you ready for this?" Ginny asked.
"I think that trying to guess why the Headmaster does something is only going to lead to failure," Holly said, to a chorus of laughter.
"Shush, they're announcing the scores," Ron said, and Holly turned to watch the judges intently. She'd been informed what the other champions had scored, and she hoped that she could at least not fall too far behind - or even, a small part of her whispered, build a bit of a lead.
Madame Maxime raised her wand, and out of it shot a long silver ribbon. The ribbon twisted in mid-air until it became a floating number nine. People clapped here and there whilst Holly kept her gaze squarely on the judges.
Mrs Hull was the next judge, and she gave Holly an eight - though she didn't look at all happy about it. Holly wasn't sure what her problem was. The score was high enough not to anger the crowd, although Holly heard a few people muttering.
Then Dumbledore gave her a nine, and Holly felt her hopes rise. Could she actually be a contender against people like Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour?
When Ludo Bagman gave Holly a perfect ten, the entire stadium seemed to erupt with noise. Gryffindor House got to their feet as one and let out a massive, nearly defeating roar, whilst even the odd Slytherin or Hufflepuff started to clap.
"A ten - nobody else but Krum's got one, and that was from Karkaroff," Ron said excitedly.
When Karakaroff gave Holly a four, it seemed like every student in the stadium got to their feet to boo him. The Slytherins seemed to be mostly staying out of it, but even Hufflepuff - who had hated Holly for usurping Cedric - were standing and booing.
"THAT'S RUBBISH!" Ginny shouted, and Ron wasn't far behind her. Holly did some quick sums in her head, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes as she realised she and Krum would be exactly even with one another.
"At least he didn't leave me one point behind Krum," Holly said. It was rubbish, but tying Viktor Krum for first place wasn't anything she could complain about - and seeing the entire school cheer for her, all the animosity of the past weeks forgotten had been a reward in and of itself.
McGonagall came and retrieved Holly as people began to leave, and Holly rejoined the other champions, Bagman, and Hull in the first tent. Krum had one hand covered in bandages, but he didn't seem like he was in all that much pain or anything. Fleur looked much better now that the first task was over and done with, as did Cedric.
"Good to see you all made it through the first task alright... got you eggs and all that," Bagman said a little awkwardly. Hull coughed loudly. "Well, yes, let's not keep you too long - I'm sure there are parties waiting for you back up at the castle. The second task will take place at nine in the morning of February the twenty-fourth, and if you'd examine the hinges on your eggs; you'll notice that they open up. Find a private palace to do that, and you'll have your clue for the next task," Bagman said.
They all left the tent a little awkwardly, and Holly made sure to evade Rita Skeeter after she saw her prowling towards the champions. By the time she reached Gryffindor Tower, Fred and George had a party in full swing. The Common Room was filled with raucous noise, and someone handed Holly a butterbeer the second she entered.
"Here she is!" shouted Lee Jordan, and he let off a half dozen tiny filibuster fireworks. They sparked and whizzed through the air, leaving behind smoke and little dancing bits of light. The huge animated banner that Holly had seen waving in the stands was now hung proudly up on the wall, and a large triwizard scoreboard now occupied much of the noticeboard.
"Excellent work out there, Potter. I always said a conjunctivitis curse to the eyes was a smart way to go about it," Cormac MacLaggen said, patting Holly on the pat with more than a little force.
"Um, thanks Cormac?" Holly said, unsure what to say to the boy she regarded as an obnoxious twit.
"Can we offer our conquering heroine anything this fine afternoon - more butterbeer, cake, a custard cream?" George said, holding out one of the deserts towards Holly. As she hadn't been borne yesterday, Holly politely declined.
Seamus Finnegan did take one, and he ended up spending a few minutes covered in white feathers. But they fell off quickly, and Seamus was laughing along with everyone else. The Twins announced that they were selling them for seven sickles each and soon they were doing a roaring trade from a little table at the back of the room.
Not just in canary creams either - they were selling skiving snackboxes, which were little sweets that made one a little ill, and fake wands hand over fist. The wands turned into something funny when someone tried to cast a spell with them - Holly saw the wands transform into everything from a haddock to a ladle.
Holly went to go buy one from the twins (because they really were great fun), and the line around the 'Weasley's Wizard Wheeze's' table parted for her.
"And what can we interest you in, young Miss Potter?" Fred said, doing a passable impression of Florean Fortescue, who was the proprietor of the ice cream parlour in Diagon Alley.
"I'll take a fake wand and two scoops of wizard-raised choc and mint thanks, Florean," she said, and Fred laughed. She bought her fake wand, and had great fun waving it and turning it into various objects. She, Ron, and Ginny got into a swordfight with their fake wands, and so Holly had to block a fish with her rolling pin. Hermione didn't join in, but she was examining one of the fake wands closely.
"This is really very good work," Hermione said to Fred and George as the party began to wind down.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd have been interested in prank items, Hermione" George said.
"I'm not. But you really have done something special with the runes here - I wasn't aware you could get them to produce a random function," Hermione said.
"Oh ho, she knows what she's talking about. Tell you what - you come and give us some advice on some future products, and we'll tell you all how this one works," Fred said, grinning.
"Very well," Hermione said, but Holly thought her sigh was mostly performative.
That night, Holly put her little Horntail model onto her bedside table and went to sleep without so much as a trace of a nightmare.
Hermione had a little collection of international wizarding newspapers the next morning, reading all about how other countries were reporting on the First Task, though she could only read French and a little Spanish. The French papers were all excited about Fleur, and it had a big glossy photograph of her charming the dragon on the front page. Holly and Krum were also mentioned, though Holly was described as "overpowering her dragon with brutal curses," and Krum was called a 'one-note quidditch player'. Cedric wasn't mentioned much beyond his score.
Most of the papers they could actually read were American, and the Tournament seemed to be front-page news in most of them solely because of Holly and Krum. Holly noted that quite a few of them made sure to inform their readers that she was a half-blood, and one even praised her for "overcoming a muggle upbringing". The other news stories were mostly on things like corruption in the Roanoke Regiment, or protests relating to issues Holly had no idea about.
She realised that she didn't know all that much about the wider wizarding world. She knew a little - that in Europe, most magical governments were organised much like the Ministry here, for example - but she hadn't known that the American wizards had an entirely separate government, and indeed considered themselves a different country than muggle America. Hermione had known that, of course, but Hermione read much more broadly than Holly. Holly was mostly interested in practical magic or failing that, exciting and dangerous things, but Hermione was more than happy to read dry history texts and such.
As November neared its end, Holly was kept very busy by all her commitments. She had more lessons with Dumbledore on protecting her mind, Quidditch Practice, and keeping up with her extra-circular studies all on top of classes. She was also helping her friends with their Animagus transfigurations - and after a few false starts with the sticking solution, it seemed like they would be ready to try it just after Christmas.
Before that, Holly still had a lot to do. On the last weekend of November, the third year duelling competition was held before the Hufflepuff-Vulchanova (one of Durmstrang's house teams) match. She knew the fourth year competition wasn't far away, and she was determined to win it.
"Miss Potter?" McGonagall asked loudly, and Holly flushed.
"What was the question, Professor?" Holly asked. It was their last lesson on Thursday, and everyone was a little tired, but McGonagall didn't think that was a decent excuse.
"Do try to stay awake in class in the future, Potter. Now, pay attention, because this is especially important for you. As you may have heard from older students, Hogwarts will be holding a Yule Ball this year, as it is a traditional part of the tournament..." McGonagall began, and Holly felt panic rise within her. A Ball - did that mean she'd have to take someone? As a date?
"..and while the Ball is open to fourth years and above, you may invite a younger student if you wish," McGonagall continued, and Holly felt her fears confirmed.
This, she thought, was scarier than the dragon. At least if she'd failed at that, her humiliation would be over quickly. This promised to be far more drawn out.
"I don't believe it - Potter's gone and faced the Horntail head-on... and she's won! Our youngest champion has just achieved our quickest victory of the day. Well, that's certain to shorten those long odds on her," bagman said from the commentator's seat, talking into his enchanted and old-fashioned looking microphone.
Dragonhandlers, Charlie Weasley amongst them, rushed onto the rocky ground of the stadium. They fired huge coordinated barrages of stunning spells at the angry Horntail. It trashed around and tried to break its chained collar, but the handlers had it knocked out with surprising speed. Holly clutched her golden egg - which was surprisingly large and heavy - in one hand, and her wand in the other.
The crowd was cheering as one now, all house and school allegiances long since forgotten. Holly waved back at them, and she grinned broadly as she saw the giant animated lightning bolt banner the twins had made being madly waved. Hagrid, McGonagall, and Moody were all waiting for her at the other exit of the stadium, and even Moody looked a little happy.
"You really did it! Even managed not to hurt the poor thing too badly," Hagrid said - the poor thing, of course, being the dragon that had just been trying to roast Holly alive. But she was in a good mood, and so she merely smiled at Hagrid and said nothing.
"That was some good aim you showed out there, Potter," Moody said, leaning on his cane.
"Thanks, Professors," Holly said.
"Excellently done, miss Potter, - with me, if you please. Madam Pomfrey wants a look at you, just to make sure you haven't hurt yourself," McGonagall said, and Holly followed her into a white tent. It was divided into small cubicles, and Holly thought she could make out the silhouette of Viktor Krum in one of them.
Holly sat down, and Madam Pomfrey soon arrived. She looked like she'd had a busy afternoon.
"Dragons! Last year, Dementors - this year, Dragons! If this keeps up, there'll be a Nundu for next year... oh, I suppose you're fine, Potter," Madam Pomfrey said as she looked Holly over. Just a moment afterwards, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron all burst into the tent.
"Holly!" they said, and Ginny ran over and hugged her.
"I'm fine - look, not even singed," Holly said, as she joined her friends in returning to the stands. She could see the judges clearly now, and apparently, all that remained for the First Task was for her score to be given out.
"That was - it was pretty bloody scary, and I was just watching it," Ron said.
"I'm sorry for forgetting about it tracking you by scent, Holly. I should have accounted for the dragon's strong sense -" Hermione began, but Holly interrupted her.
"It's okay, Hermione. If Sirius and Remus didn't think of it..." Holly said.
"You know, you said Professor Dumbledore was teaching you all about magical fire a few weeks ago. Reckon he was trying to get you ready for this?" Ginny asked.
"I think that trying to guess why the Headmaster does something is only going to lead to failure," Holly said, to a chorus of laughter.
"Shush, they're announcing the scores," Ron said, and Holly turned to watch the judges intently. She'd been informed what the other champions had scored, and she hoped that she could at least not fall too far behind - or even, a small part of her whispered, build a bit of a lead.
Madame Maxime raised her wand, and out of it shot a long silver ribbon. The ribbon twisted in mid-air until it became a floating number nine. People clapped here and there whilst Holly kept her gaze squarely on the judges.
Mrs Hull was the next judge, and she gave Holly an eight - though she didn't look at all happy about it. Holly wasn't sure what her problem was. The score was high enough not to anger the crowd, although Holly heard a few people muttering.
Then Dumbledore gave her a nine, and Holly felt her hopes rise. Could she actually be a contender against people like Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour?
When Ludo Bagman gave Holly a perfect ten, the entire stadium seemed to erupt with noise. Gryffindor House got to their feet as one and let out a massive, nearly defeating roar, whilst even the odd Slytherin or Hufflepuff started to clap.
"A ten - nobody else but Krum's got one, and that was from Karkaroff," Ron said excitedly.
When Karakaroff gave Holly a four, it seemed like every student in the stadium got to their feet to boo him. The Slytherins seemed to be mostly staying out of it, but even Hufflepuff - who had hated Holly for usurping Cedric - were standing and booing.
"THAT'S RUBBISH!" Ginny shouted, and Ron wasn't far behind her. Holly did some quick sums in her head, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes as she realised she and Krum would be exactly even with one another.
"At least he didn't leave me one point behind Krum," Holly said. It was rubbish, but tying Viktor Krum for first place wasn't anything she could complain about - and seeing the entire school cheer for her, all the animosity of the past weeks forgotten had been a reward in and of itself.
McGonagall came and retrieved Holly as people began to leave, and Holly rejoined the other champions, Bagman, and Hull in the first tent. Krum had one hand covered in bandages, but he didn't seem like he was in all that much pain or anything. Fleur looked much better now that the first task was over and done with, as did Cedric.
"Good to see you all made it through the first task alright... got you eggs and all that," Bagman said a little awkwardly. Hull coughed loudly. "Well, yes, let's not keep you too long - I'm sure there are parties waiting for you back up at the castle. The second task will take place at nine in the morning of February the twenty-fourth, and if you'd examine the hinges on your eggs; you'll notice that they open up. Find a private palace to do that, and you'll have your clue for the next task," Bagman said.
They all left the tent a little awkwardly, and Holly made sure to evade Rita Skeeter after she saw her prowling towards the champions. By the time she reached Gryffindor Tower, Fred and George had a party in full swing. The Common Room was filled with raucous noise, and someone handed Holly a butterbeer the second she entered.
"Here she is!" shouted Lee Jordan, and he let off a half dozen tiny filibuster fireworks. They sparked and whizzed through the air, leaving behind smoke and little dancing bits of light. The huge animated banner that Holly had seen waving in the stands was now hung proudly up on the wall, and a large triwizard scoreboard now occupied much of the noticeboard.
"Excellent work out there, Potter. I always said a conjunctivitis curse to the eyes was a smart way to go about it," Cormac MacLaggen said, patting Holly on the pat with more than a little force.
"Um, thanks Cormac?" Holly said, unsure what to say to the boy she regarded as an obnoxious twit.
"Can we offer our conquering heroine anything this fine afternoon - more butterbeer, cake, a custard cream?" George said, holding out one of the deserts towards Holly. As she hadn't been borne yesterday, Holly politely declined.
Seamus Finnegan did take one, and he ended up spending a few minutes covered in white feathers. But they fell off quickly, and Seamus was laughing along with everyone else. The Twins announced that they were selling them for seven sickles each and soon they were doing a roaring trade from a little table at the back of the room.
Not just in canary creams either - they were selling skiving snackboxes, which were little sweets that made one a little ill, and fake wands hand over fist. The wands turned into something funny when someone tried to cast a spell with them - Holly saw the wands transform into everything from a haddock to a ladle.
Holly went to go buy one from the twins (because they really were great fun), and the line around the 'Weasley's Wizard Wheeze's' table parted for her.
"And what can we interest you in, young Miss Potter?" Fred said, doing a passable impression of Florean Fortescue, who was the proprietor of the ice cream parlour in Diagon Alley.
"I'll take a fake wand and two scoops of wizard-raised choc and mint thanks, Florean," she said, and Fred laughed. She bought her fake wand, and had great fun waving it and turning it into various objects. She, Ron, and Ginny got into a swordfight with their fake wands, and so Holly had to block a fish with her rolling pin. Hermione didn't join in, but she was examining one of the fake wands closely.
"This is really very good work," Hermione said to Fred and George as the party began to wind down.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd have been interested in prank items, Hermione" George said.
"I'm not. But you really have done something special with the runes here - I wasn't aware you could get them to produce a random function," Hermione said.
"Oh ho, she knows what she's talking about. Tell you what - you come and give us some advice on some future products, and we'll tell you all how this one works," Fred said, grinning.
"Very well," Hermione said, but Holly thought her sigh was mostly performative.
That night, Holly put her little Horntail model onto her bedside table and went to sleep without so much as a trace of a nightmare.
Hermione had a little collection of international wizarding newspapers the next morning, reading all about how other countries were reporting on the First Task, though she could only read French and a little Spanish. The French papers were all excited about Fleur, and it had a big glossy photograph of her charming the dragon on the front page. Holly and Krum were also mentioned, though Holly was described as "overpowering her dragon with brutal curses," and Krum was called a 'one-note quidditch player'. Cedric wasn't mentioned much beyond his score.
Most of the papers they could actually read were American, and the Tournament seemed to be front-page news in most of them solely because of Holly and Krum. Holly noted that quite a few of them made sure to inform their readers that she was a half-blood, and one even praised her for "overcoming a muggle upbringing". The other news stories were mostly on things like corruption in the Roanoke Regiment, or protests relating to issues Holly had no idea about.
She realised that she didn't know all that much about the wider wizarding world. She knew a little - that in Europe, most magical governments were organised much like the Ministry here, for example - but she hadn't known that the American wizards had an entirely separate government, and indeed considered themselves a different country than muggle America. Hermione had known that, of course, but Hermione read much more broadly than Holly. Holly was mostly interested in practical magic or failing that, exciting and dangerous things, but Hermione was more than happy to read dry history texts and such.
As November neared its end, Holly was kept very busy by all her commitments. She had more lessons with Dumbledore on protecting her mind, Quidditch Practice, and keeping up with her extra-circular studies all on top of classes. She was also helping her friends with their Animagus transfigurations - and after a few false starts with the sticking solution, it seemed like they would be ready to try it just after Christmas.
Before that, Holly still had a lot to do. On the last weekend of November, the third year duelling competition was held before the Hufflepuff-Vulchanova (one of Durmstrang's house teams) match. She knew the fourth year competition wasn't far away, and she was determined to win it.
"Miss Potter?" McGonagall asked loudly, and Holly flushed.
"What was the question, Professor?" Holly asked. It was their last lesson on Thursday, and everyone was a little tired, but McGonagall didn't think that was a decent excuse.
"Do try to stay awake in class in the future, Potter. Now, pay attention, because this is especially important for you. As you may have heard from older students, Hogwarts will be holding a Yule Ball this year, as it is a traditional part of the tournament..." McGonagall began, and Holly felt panic rise within her. A Ball - did that mean she'd have to take someone? As a date?
"..and while the Ball is open to fourth years and above, you may invite a younger student if you wish," McGonagall continued, and Holly felt her fears confirmed.
This, she thought, was scarier than the dragon. At least if she'd failed at that, her humiliation would be over quickly. This promised to be far more drawn out.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Femininity has not changed her opinion from canon, I see. (That was such a mood when I was 14. Not that we called it that. *waves cane*)
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Zedman7054
Eternally 3rd
- Location
- United States
You know, this is a detail I don't think any other Harry Potter fan fic, or even the books, ever goes into. What did happen to the enchanted dragon models from the first task?
I do absolutely love that the champions got to keep them in this story though.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
So, I doubt Holly's going to end up in Harry's 'ask someone I barely know at the last minute' shoes, if only because she seems much more aware of her sexuality than Harry was, but that raises the question of who she is going to ask? The most obvious answers are Cedric and/or Ginny, but which one would she go for first? And if it's Cedric, would he say yes?
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Given the gender roles we see in the books I suspect she will be inundated with boys asking her out.
Epsilon Rose
The King of Unrest
If Holly's performance was enough to earn applause from even a few Slytherine, I wonder if it'll be enough to shift how the rest of the student body treats her?
Also, in the interest of taking longer odds, I'm going to bet Mrs. Hall's problem with Holly is completely mundane. Maybe the age limit was her idea and she thinks Holly doing well, despite her age, will endanger more students in the future.
Or Ginny asking her out. I could see her wanting to get ahead of the competition.
Also, in the interest of taking longer odds, I'm going to bet Mrs. Hall's problem with Holly is completely mundane. Maybe the age limit was her idea and she thinks Holly doing well, despite her age, will endanger more students in the future.
"Pat" should probably be "back".
Or Ginny asking her out. I could see her wanting to get ahead of the competition.
- Location
- Painting, Peach's Castle
...Y'know, I wonder if there might be any trouble heading for the Russian Durmstrang Judge...
I mean, there's every possibility that there may be rules in place that may penalize for overly biased judging.
I mean, there's every possibility that there may be rules in place that may penalize for overly biased judging.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
He pulled this type of shit in canon too and all the problems he had stemmed from other sources.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
True; I was thinking from the perspective of Holly being the main character, and thus it being her narrative role to ask other people, but she could end up with a lot of people asking her out as well or instead.
...Cormac's going to be one of them, and refuse to take no for an answer, isn't he?
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
Skeeter would have a field day with that... *shudders*
- Pronouns
- She/Her
True, but we do see multiple occasions of the wizarding world being a bit more reasonable in this fic than in canon, to be completely fair about it.
Revlid
blob of bugs
- Location
- England
"No-Maj", surely?
Dumbledore: "I wouldn't concern yourself with such things, Ms. Potter."
Holly: "Because I'm too busy with Voldemort, professor?"
Dumbledore: "Well, I suppose. Primarily I avoid the wider wizarding world because it is composed mainly of shallow ethnic stereotypes."
Holly: "Professor! That's a horrible thing to say!"
Dumbledore: "Do you know what the Japanese call their magic school, Holly? Do you?"
I don't know. Is it 'Dojo' or something?
Mahoutokoro; I don't know the significance, though.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
- Location
- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
I know the first part of that word means 'magic', but I've no idea what the rest is. I really hope she didn't just name it 'magic school'.
Googling, "tokoro" apparently means "place"
Admittedly, I'm imagining some Japanese wizard replying with "So, the wizards who named their school after a pig with viral lesions find our school name less than impressive. I am crushed, really I am."
- Location
- France
- Pronouns
- She/They
It's probably even more awkward because what's worse than having to ask someone? Fretting while you try to give some dense boy the right signals to make him ask you.