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The Magpie Song
Written for @hpanimagiweek for Day 2: Aurors at the door.
Lee/Fred, Fred & George, G, 200 words.
~ 🪽~
(Later)
Knock. Knock.
George heard muffled shouting, and then the door was flung open.
“Oh.” Lee’s eyes widened slightly. “How can I help you, Auror Weasley?” His words were awkward — stilted — not like how they used to be in school.
“We’ve had reports of a disturbance nearby. If you see any suspicious activity, please let us know.”
“Right, sure,” Lee assured hastily.
“Use the Floo hotline or —”
A magpie landed on Lee’s shoulder, beady black eyes staring intently, its leg unnaturally bent and bandaged in bloody gauze. He and Fred had a magpie once. It would fly around the yard, wild and free, until one day it never returned.
“What happened to your bird?”
“Nothing… uhhh... caught in a trap earlier.” Lee gently removed the bird from his shoulder, its intense stare never leaving George’s face.
As George left, he couldn’t help thinking the bird felt familiar.
~ 🪽~
(Earlier)
“Please, Lee, I have nowhere else to go.” Fred whimpered as Lee checked the bandages. Curse damage — extensive.
“Damnit, I’m no good at Healing. What about George?”
“He cannot know I’m here.” Fred grabbed Lee desperately. “He cannot see me.”
“Why? He’s your brother. He deserves to know you’re alive —”
Knock. Knock.
~ 🪽~
Also read it on AO3
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harry wouldn't stop the moment he found out about draco's sensitive zones...get ready to be hexed in 3, 2, 1...
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Prompt 7 - Performer AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 7, word count 985
NSFW
Remus had been dragged along by the guys from his office to the local strip club after they’d gone out for drinks at the bar.
“Come on, Remus, there’s boys there as well. It’s not just girls.” Peter had said, trying to persuade him. He really didn’t want to go. It wasn’t his thing. But they’d plied him with liquor, and he followed them to the loud venue.
“Honoured guests,” The announcer called over the speakers as the previous girl walked back behind the shimmering curtain. “Please welcome our next performer. He’s our resident bad boy. He has eyes of steel and abs of granite. He’s a star amongst us, mere mortals. Give it up for Sirius!”
Remus watched as the man he’d gone on a blind date with only last week walked out onto the stage. He hadn’t even used a fake name.
Remus groaned as he took in the thigh-high black leather boots that hugged Sirius’s legs like a second skin. Remus’s eyes travelled up, landing on the silver glittery skin-tight shorts, with a huge golden star emblazoned on top of the substantial bulge fighting against the shimmering material. He had to drag his eyes away before he started drooling. It didn’t help. Sirius’s top half was barely covered by an open vest. His exposed skin was coated in what Remus guessed was baby oil.
Then it got worse. Sirius swung himself up onto the pole in the middle of the stage.
Remus stared with his mouth wide open. Sirius spun around, bending this way and that. He climbed to the top and flipped himself upside down, stretching his legs wide into splits. Remus couldn’t fathom how the shorts kept everything in, but they did.
It was when Sirius leaned backwards, long hair just brushing the floor, that he spotted Remus. His face lit up, and he winked at him before he grabbed the pole high up again and set himself spinning around it with his legs wide open.
Soon, the floor couldn’t be seen because of the amount of money that had been thrown at him. Sirius sauntered offstage once his set was done, wiggling his hips so the lights flickered off his glittery shorts.
A few moments later, a huge bouncer came over and tapped Remus on the shoulder. Remus had no idea what he’d done.
“Mr Black has requested that you meet him in his dressing room.” The bouncer grumbled into his ear.
“Who?” Remus had never heard of a Mr Black.
“Sirius,” The bouncer answered with an eye roll.
“Oh, okay.” Remus stood and followed the hulking man to a locked side door. The bouncer punched in the code and held it open for him. He was directed to the door with a gold star that matched the one on Sirius’s shorts. He knocked.
“Come in,” A voice called out. Slowly, he opened it.
“Hi, sorry this big dude told me you wanted to see me,” Remus told him before he’d even shut the door in case Sirius hadn’t actually asked for him.
Sirius spun around in his chair. He’d taken the vest off and thrown on an oversized black hoodie, long enough to cover his torso and end just above the leather boots, leaving a strip of creamy skin peeking out.
“Remus!” The smile on his face looked genuine. “You don’t write, you don’t call, but you come and see me waggle my crotch at total strangers?” His smile turned to a cheeky smirk. Remus felt the blood rush to his face.
“Sorry,” He mumbled shyly. “I got the impression you didn’t want to see me again, so I didn’t message you.” He couldn’t meet Sirius’s eyes. He looked at the paraphernalia on the dressing table. He spotted a bottle of baby oil, so he had been right.
Sirius’s face dropped. He looked hurt.
“I don’t know what I did that made you think that, but I’m sorry I did. Honestly, that was the best date I’ve been on in…” He thought for a moment. “Years.” He finished. Remus looked up at him, shocked.
“Really? You had fun?” He’d turned shy again. He’d really liked Sirius as well. Sirius beamed at him.
“Yeah, I did. Can’t pretend I wasn’t a little hurt I didn’t hear from you after, but I could have texted you. In fact, I was going to when I got home, but here you are.” He gestured to Remus and the room. “Has all this scared you off?” Sirius asked worried.
Remus felt himself blushing again, but he shook his head.
“My shift is over for the night if you want to go have that second date? I know a great place that does the most amazing pancakes.” Sirius suggested.
“What at 2 am?” Remus questioned.
“Er, no—no, they don’t open for a couple of hours.” He looked crestfallen. Remus felt a sudden stab of bravery. Maybe it was the leftover alcohol, or maybe it was seeing how sad Sirius looked.
“Do you live nearby?”
“Yeah, about a 5-minute walk away.” Sirius furrowed his brow, questioning.
“I make a mean pancake if that’s what you want.”
“Okay, let me get changed, and we’ll go,” Sirius said excitedly as he started looking for his clothes.
Remus bit his lip when Sirius stretched out his leg to unzip the boots. He held out a hand, stopping him.
“Could you leave them on?” He asked nervously. Sirius looked up.
“Seriously?” He tried and failed to hide his amusement.
“Sorry, you don’t have to, don’t know why I asked, sorry, ignore me, I’m an idiot.” He wrung his hands together. He peeked up when Sirius didn’t say anything.
Sirius swung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed Remus’s arm as he led him out of the dressing room.
“I think you’re going to be a lot of fun, Remus.” He said sweetly as he gently squeezed Remus’s arm.
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@jegulus-microfic / march 14: choice / word count: 558
Stab it, strangle it, scoop out its gut, throw it off a cliff... it repeats over and over in his mind.
Four chains, three double crochet, three chains, repeat four times...
The first few times Pandora tried to teach him how to crochet were a total failure. The wool got tangled, the stitches were either too loose or too tight and picking up the crochet hook was a problem on its own. But since he learned to crochet, Regulus takes his knitting wherever he goes.
Today in particular, he has taken it upon himself to bring extra balls of wool, as he intends to be productive in the nearly three hours it will take him to travel by train from Liverpool to London to visit his estranged brother after nearly five years. And no, of course Regulus isn't nervous. That he's gripping his crochet needle tighter than necessary and knitting furiously has nothing to do with it. He doesn't even notice when the seat next to him is taken.
One, two, three... nine double crochets, his hands move skilfully creating new rows.
He has been trying to finish this tote bag for an eternity and... What the hell is that?
There are no mistakes in knitting, only design variations, the voice of his best friend echoes in his head.
Well, clearly Regulus made a mistake several rows back that's making his granny square look more like a rectangle, and there is no way to make it look intentional. With a huff, he has no choice but to start pulling the wool to undo his failed progress.
"No!" an urgent voice protests from his right side, leaving him confused.
Regulus turns his head slowly, scowling and ready for a confrontation, which is quickly forgotten when a pair of warm, honey-brown eyes open wide and stare back at him. Regulus frowns even more deeply.
"I'm sorry! I swear I didn't mean to intrude, but it's just that you were doing something beautiful and you took it apart so fast I couldn't help myself and-" the man continues speaking hurriedly but Regulus is more focused on the way a lone curl of brown hair covers part of his forehead, and his hands itch eagerly to touch it to find out if it's as soft as it looks.
"Yeah, never mind," is all the answer he gives before resuming his knitting slightly flushed.
Three chains, three double crochets-
"Where did you learn how to do that? I mean, crocheting. It's really cool, you got me hooked, you know what I mean?"
Regulus stares at him for a long moment refusing to let the ridiculous phrase have any effect on him.
The right corner of his lips betrays him and rises against his will.
"My name is James. Oh, and I need your surname to know-" Regulus merely covers James' mouth with one hand and his own face with the other.
"We'll see about the last name. I'm Regulus, and please stop saying all those embarrassing things."
It's safe to say that Regulus invested his nearly three hour journey very well getting to know this now not-longer-stranger... but once again he didn't finish the bag.
And well, big is their surprise when they find out that they are going to the same place to see the same person, but that's a different story.
In case you are wondering about the crocheting chant
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Quick sketch of the Yule ball I did like a week ago because I felt bad for taking so long with the fanart😭
For @lilbeanz
GOOD READ THERE SERIES ITS SO GOODD!
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It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.
Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.
Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.
Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.
“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“
“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”
“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”
Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.
This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.
“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?
“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.
“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”
Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.
Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.
“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”
-
“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.
Harry nods.
He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.
Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.
And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.
written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.
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I've been obsessed with the idea of Harry having a crush on Draco since the first year🥺🥺 (But of course, Harry doesn't know about this yet. For now, the little gentleman is just trying to impress Draco into becoming his friend💐✨)
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Prompt 9 - Detective AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 9, word count 999
CW- Dead bodies
Sirius Black looked down at the mauled body. This case was taking its toll on him. This was the fourth body they’d found. Each one left after the full moon. The press had nicknamed the killer ‘The Wolf’.
He sipped his coffee and grimaced as the flurry of forensic personnel moved around the area.
“Shit another one?” James Potter sighed as he ducked under the crime scene tape.
“Yup,” Sirius grunted.
“Same bite marks?”
“Yup,”
“Any leads?”
“Nope,” Sirius drained his coffee cup and dug his keys out of his leather jacket. “I’m going back to the station. Get them to send me anything they find.” He waved at the forensic guys and left.
It took them days to sort through the evidence. But those little geniuses managed to use the teeth marks from all the previous cases and find whose mouth they belonged to.
Sirius looked down at the photograph of the mild-looking man.
Remus Lupin had been a teacher but disappeared a few years ago. He was pretty average-looking, apart from the myriad of scars that sliced across his face. But Sirius just couldn’t get rid of the feeling that this was the wrong guy.
Another month and another body. Sirius was sick of this case. He had multiple people out looking for Lupin, but so far, nothing. Then, after an anonymous tip, Sirius tracked him down.
He approached the run-down shack cautiously. He had backup waiting in case he needed it.
He pushed open the door and shone his torch into the building. He checked the downstairs, but the rooms were clear.
He crept up the staircase and peered around the first door.
Remus was curled up under a ratty old blanket on the filthiest mattress Sirius had ever seen.
“Remus Lupin?” He said clearly. The man’s head shot up. His eyes were full of panic. It was definitely him. “Remus Lupin, you’re under arrest.” Sirius began reciting the legal words to take the man into custody. He pulled out his handcuffs and was relieved when Lupin didn’t put up a fight. Sirius spoke into his radio, letting his team know he’d got him.
He had to help him to his feet as he was very malnourished. “I’ll ensure you get a hot meal once they finish processing you.” He didn’t know why he’d said it, but he did.
He bundled Lupin into the back of the police car but couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just arrested the wrong person.
Remus sat across from him in the interview room, cradling a cup of tea. He’d answered every question Sirius and James had asked him. He had no alibi for any of the killings.
“It’s hard to have one when you live in an abandoned shack.” Remus had joked sadly. Sirius felt a twinge in his heart.
“Why did you leave teaching?” James asked. “From what we can gather. One day, you just up and left. You completely disappeared.” Remus didn’t answer straight away like he had for all the other questions. He looked scared. More scared than when Sirius had arrested him.
“Who’s after you?” Sirius asked, leaning forward, concern leaking into his features. Remus swallowed but didn’t break his eye contact with Sirius.
“There was a guy. I-I-I thought he was a good guy. He promised to look after me but he—he turned out to be a really bad man. He told me he was going to ruin my life after I broke things off. He sent a bunch of his gang to my house. They did this.” He pointed to his face. “I fled. I quit my job, left my flat and ran. But it’s hard to get a job when you can’t use you’re real name or have a fixed address, so…” He trailed off, letting the detectives come to their own conclusions.
“Does this guy have a name?” Sirius asked. Remus’s eyes swam with unshed tears.
“Fenrir Greyback.”
Greyback wasn’t hard to find. He had a rap sheet a mile long, and the kicker was the man had a full set of dentures.
Sirius had managed to get a search warrant for Fenrir’s home and office. It took hours to go through everything, looking for anything that could tie him to the murders. Remus was still in custody, and while he was safe and warm and had three meals a day, Sirius didn’t want the man to be locked up.
Together, he and James checked every nook and cranny. Then, right before they’d been about to give up, James found something.
Hidden in a box beneath the carpet in an air vent was a set of dentures.
“What’s the betting they’re a match for Lupin’s dental records?” James asked, beaming at his partner.
Once they’d found that first piece of evidence, everything fell into place. CCTV footage appeared showing Greyback dragging one of the victims into the alley where she’d been found, slipping in the dentures and biting her body over and over.
Sirius was the one who gave Remus the good news that he was free to go. He’d had to catch the man as he crumpled with relief.
“Where will you go?” Sirius asked. He knew his gut had been right all along. He’d only needed to find the evidence to back it up. But he was worried about the skinny man he’d formed a relationship with. Remus shrugged.
“I can use my name again. So I can apply for teaching jobs.”
“That’s not what I asked Remus.” Sirius folded his arms. Remus shrugged again.
“I don’t have an answer for you.” Sirius rolled his eyes and shook his head. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Remus.
“12 Grimmauld Place. Pick whichever room you want apart from the one at the end that one’s mine.” Remus grabbed Sirius and hugged him.
“Thank you for everything.” He whispered into his ear before he walked out into the bright sunshine and freedom.
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Ok one more for Recursion by @tessacrowley because this version of Harry lives rent-free in my brain 😃
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"You bastard!" Barty doesn't think twice before throwing himself at the idiot who decided to try and push Pandora around. It's not that Pandora can't take care of herself - she absolutely can - but she also is one of Barty's best friends. And he will stand up for her no matter wha-
"Barty, you already have a detention for fighting, they'll call your father if you fight again now," someone murmurs while draging him away. Regulus. It's Regulus. But isn't he supposed to be on a date with James?
That question is answered to him when he hears a yelp and turns around to find James punching the bastard, twice.
Huh
Maybe Barty does like James after all
#barty crouch jr#pandora rosier#regulus black#james potter#barty and james friendship#jegulus#theyre all friends yay
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A old video wip i never got around to finish, based off this french child scolding their relative abt being mean to grandma 😂 it made me think if drarry dads + Malfoy grandparents.
(Very rough translation from tiktok)
Scorpius to Lucius: you hurt grandma, say sorry and give her a kiss! Okay!? Im not happy!
-Drarry laughing in the bg-
Draco: and mean
Scorpius: -sighs- yes >:(
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✺ (4/4) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: forbid — 1,274 words (dad james meets harry's favorite librarian and suddenly has a favorite of his own; pt.2)
“Mate, the slot is right here.” James points at the metal drop slot for library book returns as Harry hurries past him through the automatic entry door.
The six year old whips around, books cradled to his chest, a look that says ‘what are you talking about?’ written all over his face. He looks so like Lily when he makes that face that it makes James snort to himself.
“No, I have to turn them in to a librarian ‘cause I have to tell Regulus which one was my favorite,” Harry argues.
Before James can ask what is so special about this Regulus that he’s been mentioning, Harry’s turned away from him again, heading inside. With a faint grin and a shake of his head, James follows, quickening his step to catch up to the little boy.
He follows him up to the front desk where a woman with brown curls falling out of a claw clip sits clicking away at a computer. Harry carefully shifts his books into the curl of one arm, waving his other hand above the edge of the counter where he only peeks a few inches above.
“Oh! Hello there, Harry.” The woman leans forward to smile down at him. “Brought your returns today, have you?”
“Yes, miss Andromeda,” Harry replies.
Andromeda glances up at James’ approach, a curious look crossing her face. “You’re dad then, I presume.”
“Dad is me,” James chuckles. “James works just fine, too, though.”
It’s typically Lily that brings Harry to the library. It’s closer to James’ place in reality, but he’s usually let it be something special Harry does with his mum. Lily had told James he was being silly; ‘Harry and I have plenty of things, James, just like you two do. The library is not owned by me and he loves going. Take him every now and again.’
So when Harry had brought his books with him for his stay at his dad’s and mentioned they were due before the week was up, James had decided to finally show face there. Evidently his son is a well-loved regular amongst the librarians.
“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, James,” Andromeda says before turning back to Harry. “Want me to take those, sweetheart?”
Harry shakes his head. “I’ve got to find Regulus.”
“Ah, I see.” There’s a knowing smile on Andromeda’s face as she nods, her gaze flickering to James.
“Yes, god forbid we not drop them in the slot like everyone else,” He jokes.
“Well, Harry does have a little bit of a book club of sorts with Regulus, so this isn’t entirely unusual,” She notes.
“He mentioned something like that, yeah.” James grins fondly down at his son as he ruffles a hand through the mess of his hair. “So, where might we find this mysterious and oh so wonderful Regulus today?”
“He’s reshelving a cart of returns. Last I saw in the adult romance section,” Andromeda answers.
“Okay, thank you, miss Andromeda!” Harry rushes out, at least managing to still be polite before bolting away from the desk.
James laughs and mutters a quick thanks of his own before hurrying after him. Harry zips into one of the rows of shelves before James has fully caught up to him, hazel eyes darting upward to check the sign and make sure it’s the right place. When he rounds into the aisle, he stops only a couple steps in, freezing on the spot. A short distance up the row, Harry talks animatedly to a librarian who’s stopped with a metal cart full of books to be returned where they belong.
Now, here’s the thing, James has heard the name Regulus a few different times when Harry’s talked about his visits to the library. Heard about how Regulus’ story time readings are Harry’s favorite, and how Regulus always recommends the best books.
Even just today, James has heard the name several times. He hadn’t really known what to expect, but whatever minimal expectations he might have had have been shot to hell in three seconds flat.
Regulus is lovely. Black curls, sharp jaw, pale skin contrasted by a dark jumper and jeans. Grey eyes are intently focused on Harry as he speaks, a soft smile curled at a pretty mouth. The afternoon sunlight mocks James, slanting through gaps in the shelves to make the man glow —ethereal without effort.
“I read the dinosaur bedtime book all by myself so many times. Mum didn’t even have to help me,” Harry tells Regulus proudly.
“Was that one your favorite then?” Regulus asks. And god, even his voice is beautiful. James is fucked. So absolutely fucked.
“Yeah, but I think I wanna try those chapter books you told us about next. With the treehouse?” Harry bounces on his feet.
“The Magic Treehouse series, uh huh.” Regulus nods. “Where’s your mum? We’ll find one you two can choose together.”
“Oh, my dad brought me today! He’s right there.” Harry points past him, right at where James still stands frozen.
A furrow in his brow, Regulus turns, eyes landing on James. And James would love to say that it snaps him back to reality. Would love to tell you that he manages an easy smile, says something charming, doesn’t just stay standing there in silent awe.
Instead, what happens is he lifts one hand, wiggling his fingers in a goofy little wave, an uncharacteristically quiet ‘hi’ slipping out of his mouth.
Regulus’ brows shoot upward, stormcloud eyes shifting up and down to take James in. It’s in Regulus’ pause to assess him that James seems to come back to himself. He blinks quickly and takes a few steps forward, closing the gap between them. A hand is extended toward Regulus, a smile a little less off stretching across James’ face.
“James,” He introduces himself, lips twitching a little in amusement when Regulus’ eyes go a bit wide as he has to tilt his head back slightly to look up at him.
Schooling his expression, Regulus glances down at the hand outstretched to him, hesitating a beat before gently taking it. It’s smaller than James’, cooler, too, but not in a bad way. He thinks fleetingly about brushing his thumb over fine-boned knuckles then thinks better of it.
“Regulus.” He shakes his hand slowly, a barely there smile at the corners of his mouth.
“It’s nice to finally meet Harry’s favorite librarian. I’ve heard great things,” James says, giving his hand a squeeze.
An exhaled laugh. A gentle dusting of pink high in his cheeks. “Ah, I’m sure I’m not his favorite.”
“No, you are!” Harry confirms with a grin. His green eyes dart back and forth between his father and Regulus then back again, a suspicious look slowly scrunching his face. “Why are you guys still holding hands?”
James and Regulus jerk back from one another, hands dropping as if zapped by an electric shock. A mumbled apology on James’ part, Regulus clearing his throat as he white-knuckles the bar on his book cart with the hand that’s just released his. James thinks he sees the flush in his cheeks deepen, but he’s not sure he isn’t making it up given how Regulus now refuses to look at him.
“Why don’t we go find those books you’d like, hm?” Regulus hurriedly suggests to Harry.
It’s a sufficient enough distraction; Harry perks up and nods excitedly, following when Regulus leads the way. James lingers for a moment too long, watching after them with a funny feeling in his chest, a smile twitching at his lips.
Maybe he really will have to start coming to the library more often.
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Luna: singing her ABC’s out of order
Barty: yes girl, remix!!
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Day 1: Create
Day 2: Resplendent
Day 3: Horizon
Day 4: Decision
Day 5: Dreams & Reality
Day 6: Flare
Day 7: Innocuous
Day 8: Will
Day 9: Agony
Day 10: Rise & Fall
Day 11: Curse
Day 12: Vivid
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Day 14: Humility
Day 15: Nothing & Everything
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Day 18: Healing
Day 19: Impatience
Day 20: Push & Pull
Day 21: Unhand
Day 22: Precious
Day 23: Mistake
Day 24: Elation
Day 25: Day & Night
Day 26: Vex
Day 27: Dandy
Day 28: Fetching
Day 29: Thrall
Day 30: First & Last
Day 31: Fulfilment
Alternate Prompts
Alt 1: Evolve
Alt 2: Superfluous
Alt 3: Idle
Alt 4: Warmth
Alt 5: Life & Death
Weekly Challenges (Optional)
Week 1: POV Challenge
↳ Create a microfic using 1st or 2nd person point of view.
Week 2: ‘A/An’ Challenge
↳ Don't use the articles 'a' or 'an' in your microfic.
Week 3: Format Challenge
↳ Create a microfic using a non-traditional format. Examples: epistolary, text fic, dialogue only, poetry, song lyrics, script, etc.
Week 4: Alphabet Challenge
↳ Include all the letters A-Z in your microfic.
BONUS CHALLENGE
↳ To be announced!
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