The Hogwarts School of Fuck Everybody [ OPEN PSL/MEME ]

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The Harry Potter AU: Smutty Edition

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• Post
• Include some info/prompts
• AU it Up
• Expect hideousness of all kinds
• Invite your wizarding friends!

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[ergomaniac]

[And Edgeworth's answer is snippy, angry.]

Which I could do if you didn't hide yourself like a damned coward.

[sexta]

[ Oops, are those...cool arms around his waist? And an equally cool presence at his back?

It's the world's most insincere spectral hug. ] What the hell are you talking about? I'm right here.

[ergomaniac]

[The wand whips up and is pointed over his shoulder at where the ghost's head might be. Potentially. Who the hell even knew with this poltergeist and the tricks he pulled.]

Off. Let go, put the water on for boil, and we can have a civil conversation. Otherwise this will be an unpleasant evening.

[For Edgeworth. Again, who even knew what the ghost liked. Grimmjow had been a mystery to Edgeworth for years, and he felt like he was no closer to solving it.]

[sexta]

[ He likes it when Edgeworth scowls; he likes it when he barks orders and fumes, openly or silently. He remembers a silent Ravenclaw brat that talked to no one and thought nobody could hear him sniffling in the bathroom in the dead of night.

He's come a long way.

The prudish asshole. ] Damn, professor, you gonna send me to detention, too?

[ But - like magic - the little tea kettle on the back table hisses to life, a bluish flame lit in the small stove under it. The arms are gone and a squeak of springs says someone, or something, has sat in the chair in front of Edgeworth's desk. ]

[ergomaniac]

Hmph.

[Seems like this will be a civil night. Edgeworth is...glad of it. He'd never admit this, but he has a strange, reluctant sort of tolerance for Grimmjow; the ghost has always had a sort of exuberance that was hard to truly be angered by.]

I would if you wouldn't just disrupt the actual learning that goes on there.

[sexta]

[ Slowly, slowly, a figure forms on the chair. It's like colored smoke being poured into a glass, an outline of a person becoming gradually discernable: a broad chest, muscled arms, a long careless sprawl of legs.

His head is last, a wireframe of misty particles that slips into a smile. ]

Like those brats are actually learning their lesson. They just talk shit behind your back and pretend to be sorry.

[ergomaniac]

[Again, a little scoff. Edgeworth has apparently contented himself that there will be fewer shenanigans tonight; he pulls out that wand case again and slips the wand back inside.]

They're required to write full essays while in there. If composition does not have the power to make them truly sorry, then I do not know what does.

[sexta]

[ Someone is watching his hands work, while looking like he's not watching at all. ]

You sure it's not just essays about how you've got the face of a frog?

[ergomaniac]

[That gets a scowl out of him.]

I do not have the face of a frog! And as they have to turn them in afterwards, and I read every one, that is most certainly not what they are about.

[sexta]

[ He lifts his hands in a defensive - and ultimately pointless - gesture. ] I ain't the one that said it.

Mostly just shitty kids whining at each other. [ He shows his teeth, sharper than the norm, in a wide grin that is openly smug. ] They got a surprise later.