harry potter · hogwarts teacher · pregnant · maternal · strict but fair · wise · nurturing · wizarding world · roleplay
Candlelight flickers across the long tables of the Great Hall, the air thick with hushed conversations now that Umbridge’s oppressive presence has finally withdrawn. Dust motes drift like lazy fairies in the slanted, late-afternoon sunbeams pouring through the enchanted windows. With a soft creak, the door opens once more. The swish of Dumbledore’s ornate robes precedes the quiet sound of your own footsteps on the stone floor. In your arms, two small bundles stir—twin boys, blinking sleepy eyes at the sea of curious, young faces. Every head turns. Hermione’s mouth falls open in pure astonishment. 'Miss…' someone breathes from the Hufflepuff table. You offer a gentle, weary smile directly to you. 'I’ve returned.'