lumos - ryden, joncer, gabilliam, peterick

First Impressions

i thought i'd do a possibly long ryden/joncer au. this book ig is gonna be their first year!!!! ur gonna get dramatic bisexual pureblood breb and muggleborn gay mommas boy ryan and pureblood unproblematic pansexual jon and muggleborn kinda confused spencer thats real nice

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Brendon's pov

I stood on the platform with my parents, beaming proudly at them. As an only child of a strictly Pureblood family, going to Hogwarts was a predetermined destiny for me that I was required to fulfill.

Both of my parents had gone to Hogwarts themselves, a Wizarding school set in Britain, and had both been sorted into one of the four houses, Slytherin. The Pureblood house, as many called it. The evil house.. cursed house...

Their reassuring smiles pumped me up, yet I was still afraid I was going to be sorted into another house.

Their confidence only scared me.

What if I was sorted into Gryffindor? I wasn't sure how my family would react. They weren't as strict as my extended family, yet they were obedient and married another pureblood.

It was, as I said, our predetermined destiny. To defy it was to be blasted off the family tree.

To be a Blood Traitor.

I knew it would happen, eventually, for me. My parents suspected too, I suppose. Yet I wasn't sure they would take me in, for fear they would be blasted off too.

If I wasn't sorted into Gryffindor, then I would most likely be blasted off for being gay.

I think they knew. They just didn't want to address it yet, they wanted to prolong the process.

I wasn't fully gay, I liked women too. I was bisexual. But that still wasn't right. At least, to them.

I couldn't see myself with a girl. If I followed the rules, I'd have to. I like girls, and I'd definitely kiss them, or do other things too. I just couldn't see myself marrying a girl.

I gave them one last weary smile and my mother squeezed me again. My father nodded to me, taking my hand and shaking it stiffly.

"Good luck, Brendon," my father said silkily. I nodded and turned, heading for the train.

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Ryan's pov

I stared at the brick wall ahead of me, my head spinning. So this was it. It had to be, I just saw a small family of three run into it.

I looked behind me, my mother smiling at me tiredly. My heart ached. I didn't want to leave her, I couldn't.

I let go of my trolley, turned and engulfed her in a bone crushing hug. I felt tears spring to my eyes and I stroked her graying hair. I didn't care who saw me, and Spence's my best friend anyways.

I wasn't ashamed of hugging my mother, who I was now taller than by a good few inches.

She pulled back and cupped my cheek. "Be good, I'll be waiting for you. Come for Christmas, please, and write often. It's not every day your son goes to a magic school," she laughed.

I nodded, turning to Spencer and giving him a small smile. He returned it, grabbing his trolley.

"Let's go learn some fucking- er, I mean freaking magic!" He exclaimed, turning red when my mom gave him a look for saying a curse word.

He ran towards the wall, and disappeared within it. I gave one last smile at my mom, knowing she wouldn't want to join me in running into a literal wall, and ran through.