"What are you thinking about...?"
Ryan looked down. Mia was snuggled up against his chest, her hair somewhat disheveled but elegant, and her blue eyes looking up at him, curious, calm, and dangerously sharp.
Ryan felt Mia's breasts as she was naked and snuggled up to him. A very nice feeling.
Few would think that the strict, intimidating-looking woman could be so wild in bed. ...
2025-09-21 21:40:01 +0000 UTC View PostRyan slowly opened his eyes, blinking as a warm golden glow filtered through the tall window.
Seeing the time on a nearby clock, he noticed it was nine in the morning.
'Oh shit, classes!' he thought, about to spring up like a coil, but then realized it was Sunday...
“Uff...” he murmured in relief, resting his head back on the soft pillow.
He wasn’t in his Gryffindo...
2025-09-20 22:55:13 +0000 UTC View PostPov Mia
'Retribution, Mia? What are you, a Ministry decree?' I thought, the word still bouncing around in my head as I left the Great Hall.
I headed toward the Gryffindor common room. I gave the password and stepped through the portrait of the Fat Lady.
It didn’t take me long to spot my friends, and I walked over with an air of indifference. Luckily, I’d told them to grab ...
2025-09-19 15:04:17 +0000 UTC View PostAfter thinking about allowances, expenses, and how students really managed their money, Ryan began making his way toward his new private workshop he had discovered at Hogwarts.
It wasn’t the Room of Requirement. It had seemed perfect the first day, but in the end it let him down. One night, trying to enter unnoticed, he found the door already manifested. He didn’t understand why, unti...
2025-09-17 22:38:05 +0000 UTC View PostFinally, it was James who broke the silence.
“Well? What do you think?”
Sirius shrugged, though his tone was honest, “Weird. But… interesting. He’s not as stuck-up as he looks.”
“And he’s not stupid,” added Remus calmly. “He understands how to deal with people. He could’ve tried charging more, at least you two,” he said, glancing at James and Sirius, ...
2025-09-16 16:20:52 +0000 UTC View Post“There he is,” said James Potter, pointing with his chin as he shifted the broom on his shoulder, “Ryan Ollivander, the castle’s fashionable merchant.”
The Marauders were standing on the grass beneath a tree. Sirius had his boots unlaced, Remus was half-reading, and Peter was shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand.
“He’s not a merchant, James,” Remus replied w...
2025-09-14 20:15:06 +0000 UTC View PostMarlene sat down next to Ryan, saying nothing for the first few seconds. She simply crossed her legs with composure.
Ryan glanced at her sideways, studying her more closely. She was beautiful. But not with the serene, quiet kind of beauty that Emmeline had.
Marlene carried an electric presence.
Her platinum-blonde hair, layered in a messy cascade that framed her face softly, h...
2025-09-13 17:50:32 +0000 UTC View Post“Annoyed?” asked Emmeline, standing a few meters from Ryan.
Ryan looked up, closed his book, and smiled faintly at the sight of her. “Of the few people who can interrupt my reading without bothering me, you’re one of them, Vance.”
Emmeline raised a brow slightly as she walked closer.
“Your first flirty comment after class,” she said in a calm tone, with no reproa...
2025-09-12 02:31:20 +0000 UTC View PostDuring his first ten days at Hogwarts, Ryan kept to his routine as firmly as he could… but the strain was beginning to show. The academic pace was demanding, and although he had the grit, the lack of time was starting to take its toll.
Between classes, homework, personal training, and his own projects, his days became a constant chain of obligations. Because Ryan didn’t limit himself ...
2025-09-09 19:19:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe door opened. A firm clicking of heels cut through the heavy atmosphere of the classroom. Everyone’s heads snapped to the front. Quills aligned. Backs straight. Voices silenced.
Everyone, except one.
“Good morning,” said Professor McGonagall in her dry tone, her unmistakable voice slicing across the room.
“Good morning, Professor,” replied thirty-eight students al...
2025-09-08 21:39:58 +0000 UTC View PostTransfiguration Class
Ryan Ollivander, oblivious to the small commercial earthquake he had left behind after exiting the Great Hall, was now in the Transfiguration classroom. There were still ten minutes before class began and his first formal encounter of the year with the famous Professor McGonagall.
He sat in the third row, a strategically neutral spot: ...
2025-09-08 21:35:03 +0000 UTC View PostAfter Ryan left, the whispers didn’t take long to explode. Almost everyone had overheard his conversation/pitch/advertisement to Alicia.
“Do you really think it’s worth two hundred and fifty?”
“That’s what he said! But did you see how it wrote in the air?”
“I want one. The eight-galleon one, obviously. Should I go talk to him?”
At the Slytherin table, f...
2025-09-03 15:21:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe alarm clock rang sharply at exactly 7:00 AM. Ryan opened his eyes immediately. No startle. No yawn. Not the slightest trace of drowsiness.
He blinked a couple of times, processing the clarity in his mind. His body felt light. His breathing deep. His head clear. As if he had slept a full eight hours.
No… better. As if they were the best eight hours of sleep of his life.
H...
2025-09-01 17:53:57 +0000 UTC View PostRyan was in the Room of Requirement, immersed in a comfortable silence. Tonight he wouldn’t be studying books on Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, or Defense Against the Dark Arts.
No.
That night he would be studying a new book he had purchased from the system.
In front of him rested his latest acquisition from the system: Practical Rune Manual II. It had cost him 20 galleon...
2025-08-31 18:13:03 +0000 UTC View PostRyan sat in one of the single armchairs in the Gryffindor common room, off to the side near a round window through which the pale moonlight seeped. At his side was a small table with an enchanted lamp glowing warmly. He settled in, put on his reading glasses x2, and opened Advanced Transfiguration.
The common room was not yet empty. Several students were chatting in groups, others were pl...
2025-08-29 16:47:50 +0000 UTC View PostThe Hat straightened up. And began to sing.
A deep, cadenced voice that carried easily through the walls of the Great Hall.
Ryan crossed his arms and listened intently.
The song spoke of the four houses, as always, but this year it had new verses, as if the Hat had learned some lessons from the past year.
A message about unity.
About learning from the past.
A...
2025-08-29 02:31:24 +0000 UTC View PostAt the far end of the Gryffindor table, where the older and more tightly knit groups of the house gathered, four girls shared the same bench with the ease of those who had grown up together since first year.
Marlene McKinnon, chin resting on her palm, absentmindedly fiddled with a napkin as she talked about unimportant things… until her gaze drifted, just for a few seconds, to the oppos...
2025-08-29 02:30:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe carriages began to slow down one by one, their wheels softly screeching against the damp cobblestones of the path. The Thestrals, invisible to most, snorted calmly as they stopped before the grand entrance of Hogwarts.
The imposing silhouette of the castle emerged from the mist like a living fortress, its towers stabbing into the dark sky like gothic spears, its windows glowing with l...
2025-08-29 02:29:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe train ended its journey at Hogsmeade Station.
The locomotive whistled one last time and came to a stop with a long, weary groan. Outside, the air was cold, damp, and carried that particular scent only country nights could preserve: wet earth and old wood.
Hogsmeade Station, the only one that connected directly to Hogwarts, wasn’t especially large, but what it lacked in size it...
2025-08-29 02:28:01 +0000 UTC View Post[Pandora’s POV]
The quill was already stored away in my trunk, and Emmeline was still absorbed in her reading with Ryan’s glasses. There was still a long while before we reached the castle, so I decided to keep going with my book. But I couldn’t concentrate. Not fully.
I kept thinking about the glasses.
They were probably one of the most useful invention...
2025-08-29 02:25:45 +0000 UTC View PostRyan, realizing he was sharing a compartment with two girls deeply absorbed in their books, had an idea.
Why not start promoting his second invention right now?
The speed-reading glasses. He had only made three units so far, but he could already begin selling them directly at Hogwarts, no intermediaries needed. With just one sale, he would likely recover his investment in the frames...
2025-08-29 02:24:11 +0000 UTC View Post[General POV]
Ryan stopped looking at Pandora and turned his gaze to the landscape sliding slowly past the window of the Hogwarts Express. The train was already underway, and ahead of them lay a tedious seven or eight hours of travel.
'Damn it, they should put some kind of enchantment on this junk to make it faster,' he thought irritably, watching how the trees seem...
2025-08-29 02:22:54 +0000 UTC View Post“May I sit here?”
Ryan turned his head with the same slowness of someone waking from a dream that had been too vivid.
His eyes, still hidden behind dark sunglasses, met a girl with porcelain-pale skin. Long hair, so blonde it was almost white, fell in messy braids that looked hastily done. Her eyes were wide, light blue, without a trace of hostility or arrogance.
She wore ...
2025-08-29 02:21:57 +0000 UTC View PostThe train’s whistle echoed in the distance, a solemn warning. There were still minutes left before departure.
Ryan was alone now.
Leaning against the window frame, his dark sunglasses still on, more for style than necessity, he observed the platform with a feline stillness. From his compartment, he could see Platform 9¾ coming to life. A hive of robes, unruly pets, enchanted trun...
2025-08-29 02:20:41 +0000 UTC View PostThe next day dawned early. Ryan dressed without hurry: formal trousers, a white shirt, and an open robe fastened with an elegant clasp. His look was somewhere between studious wizard and stylish merchant.
Breakfast was waiting in the kitchen. Scrambled eggs, toast with blueberry jam, pumpkin juice. All prepared with the meticulous care of a loving mother.
Even so, he only ate half.<...
2025-08-29 02:19:12 +0000 UTC View Post“I’ll see,” Ryan murmured as he picked up the two cases and stepped out of his room.
The wood creaked under his steps as he descended the stairs. The house was quiet, except for a female voice drifting from the sitting room.
“The Principle of Gamp, Joseph, isn’t just some arbitrary theory. It’s a boundary structure of what can be conjured. What you’re suggesting breaks...
2025-08-29 02:18:12 +0000 UTC View PostAugust 31, 1971
The sunlight filtered through the curtains with a lazy softness, tinged with that melancholy gold that marked the end of summer. In his room, Ryan shut the lid of his trunk with a soft click. Everything was ready for his return to Hogwarts. Fifth year would begin the next day.
At last, tomorrow Hogwarts would begin.
It had been forty-o...
2025-08-29 02:16:39 +0000 UTC View Post[Andromeda Black’s POV]
I’ve never liked leaving things to the last minute.
Most Hogwarts students, especially the upper years, rush through Diagon Alley in the final days before term begins as if time had ambushed them by surprise. I can’t stand that energy. It feels… disorderly.
That’s why I was here, with my complete list of fifth-year school supp...
2025-08-29 02:15:24 +0000 UTC View PostRyan closed the door after saying goodbye to his mother, the suitcase held firmly in his right hand. He was dressed elegantly, though not ostentatiously. Carefully presentable. Like a young entrepreneur who knew the worth of his product, but also knew he shouldn’t look desperate.
He walked to the family fireplace, crouched down, and grabbed a handful from the jar labeled Floo Powder. He...
2025-08-29 02:14:06 +0000 UTC View PostAfter dinner came dessert, and soon after, the guests returned home. Ryan wished his mother goodnight and went back to his room.
On his desk, he carefully set down the fifteen galleons he had earned that evening. The clink of gold against wood brought a smile to his face. For a first sale, it was a more than respectable sum.
The magical currency of Britain consisted of three differe...
2025-08-29 02:12:02 +0000 UTC View Post