REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
You watch with a smile as one envelope lands successfully through the Great Hall, the owl hooting.
Everyone immediately peers at the receiver, left on the edge. The envelope was delivered to the Hufflepuff table.
"It's another Howler." Beside you your best friend nudges for you to pay more attention. It seems everyone in the room is waiting for it to be opened.
Slowly with a slight nervous tremble the Hufflepuff student does. There's a small space of silence until the room is exploding with sound. "You're beautiful." The Howler yells once, the voice slightly distorted.
The table erupts into cheers, and you can't help but chuckle at their infectious laughter.
When you glance around the room everyone else is smiling, happy for the Hufflepuff.
Lately at Hogwarts there has been a mass amount of Howlers between students.
Three times a week a specific students receives the yelling envelope with a pit in their stomach.
However, every single Howler has always screamed a compliment. The voice of the Howler sounds to be female, but is slightly distorted to keep an identity hidden.
Day after day, each student is secretly hoping the Howler will drop and be addressed to them.
It creates a form of mystery around Hogwarts, and the user feels like a different person afterwards.
Slowly everyone begins to tend back to eating before classes start, the room buzzing.
"Who do you think it could be?" Your best friend leans forward, head in his hands.
"I don't have a clue." You shake your head, and begin to survey the room once more.
"How brilliant would it be if it was a Slytherin?" He leans against the table, his eyes wide.
"It wouldn't be such a surprise. They're great people, but a little misunderstood and represented." You shrug your shoulders and begin to finish your meal.
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You fasten your hand with your current boy/girl-friend as the two of you walk to class, holding a quiet conversation.
"I have a question," he/she starts, and you nod your head without effort.
"What is it?"
Their hand tightens around yours for a moment, and you glance back at them with a frown.
"Are you the one giving out the Howlers?"
You avoid a group of students, licking your lips.
Shaking your head you sigh, "no. I'm not creative enough to come up with such an idea."
"Well, I think you are." He/she smiles, their face lighting up.
"Why did you ask?" You press, taking up a quick stairwell before it turns.
