This Wasn’t The Manip I Set Out To Make, But That Happens A Lot.  Martha With Her Hair Down Is A Real

“I think women like to read about murderous mothers and lost little girls because it’s our only mainstream outlet to even begin discussing female violence on a personal level. Female violence is a specific brand of ferocity. It’s invasive. A girlfight is all teeth and hair, spit and nails — a much more fearsome thing to watch than two dudes clobbering each other. And the mental violence is positively gory. Women entwine. Some of the most disturbing, sick relationships I’ve witnessed are between long-time friends, and especially mothers and daughters. Innuendo, backspin, false encouragement, punishing withdrawal, sexual jealousy, garden-variety jealousy — watching women go to work on each other is a horrific bit of pageantry that can stretch on for years. Libraries are filled with stories on generations of brutal men, trapped in a cycle of aggression. I wanted to write about the violence of women. […] I particularly mourn the lack of female villains — good, potent female villains…I’m talking violent, wicked women. Scary women. Don’t tell me you don’t know some. The point is, women have spent so many years girl-powering ourselves — to the point of almost parodic encouragement — we’ve left no room to acknowledge our dark side. Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.”

— Gillian Flynn, “I Was Not a Nice Little Girl”

Bad Reputation (Part One) - Oliver Wood Imagine

A/N: hello my dearies, alright, first off, I absolutely loved this request when I got it, but I decided there is no way I can do a one-shot so… this story will be my first multi-chapter imagine! :D thank you so much for this request I am loving writing it! ;) :D here we go, dearies… Part 1 :)

Request - Anonymous said: Hey I was wondering if you’d write a oneshot based on an idea I came up for Oliver, where he’s in the year above you in Gryffindor, and McGonagall decides to assign him to be your mentor (we have them in our school, for people who ditch/don’t hand in homeworks/get in fights etc, they’re kinda supposed to be a good influence, help you, and keep you out of trouble). You’re both kinda snappy/spiteful/jerky toward each other at first, cause you hate having a watchdog trying to keep you in line and he hates being assigned to someone who seems so determined to get in trouble (which will in turn get both him and the house in trouble), cause you’re always getting into fights in the corridors, ditching, snapping at teachers etc, but then you very slowly start to like each other? Which you find odd because he’s well liked and popular, and you’re a loner, who’s misunderstood and not generally well liked? You can totally add your own ideas too! :3 

Warnings: smoking, reader and Oliver fight all the time, reader has a bad rep and everyone is mean to her

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gifs aren’t mine :)

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Bad Reputation

I don’t give a damn ‘bout my reputation

“Miss Rosier, I believe you know why I have called you into my office today” Professor McGonagall said looking at the girl sitting in front of her.

 She was not going to lie. This girl was by far one of the hardest students she had ever had to deal with. She was probably worse than James Potter, Sirius Black and the Weasley twins combined. (Y/N) was always getting herself in trouble and never seemed to care about understanding her lesson.

 “Not really, Professor. You see, I did flunk out of Divination” she said with a sly smile.

“Miss Rosier, you got into a fight with a group of students and you talked back to a teacher when he gave you detention-“

“Alright, those students were from Slytherin and I talked back to Snape, who is also from Slytherin, so really… I should get points for that” she argued.

“Talking back to a Professor is never right” Professor McGonagall warned her as she rolled her eyes. “On top of that, it has come to my attention by the rest of your teachers that you have been absent to your classes and missing deadlines on your homework” she informed her.

“What else is new?” she muttered to herself.

“Miss Rosier, I am really trying my best here to keep you on the rails but you seem to make it a task for it to be impossible” she said raising her voice. “So, I’m afraid I have no choice but to assign you a mentor-“

“What?” (Y/N) snapped getting her full attention to the teacher now. “A babysitter? You’re joking, right?”

Before Professor McGonagall could answer, there was a knock on the door.

“Come on in” Professor McGonagall said as the door opened.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?” (Y/N) saw Oliver Wood coming inside the classroom.

“Ah, yes. Mr. Wood” Professor McGonagall said smiling; all anger gone. “Please take a seat” she said pointing at the chair next to (Y/N). Oliver smiled awkwardly at her. He knew who she was. (Y/N) was a year below him and from the same house. But the girl was nothing but trouble. He knew better than to stay out of her path. “I believe you know Miss Rosier?”

“Hello, (Y/N)” Oliver said kindly sticking out his hand for her to shake. (Y/N) looked at his hand and back at him with a weird expression on her face. She rolled her eyes but shook his hand knowing otherwise Professor McGonagall would make her do it.

“Mr. Wood, I called you in here because I am assigning you to be Miss Rosier’s mentor” Professor McGonagall continued. (Y/N) saw Oliver pale a little.

“I’m sorry?” he asked not wanting to believe it.

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