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Losing hope that people will see these lol but I'm insane crazy about this game right now so I had to draw some of my favs
Highly recommend Paper Lily! I ended up going through and getting all the achievements for chapter 1 so I could see as much of it as possible. I think Miss Knives (far right) is my favorite idk why I'm so crazy about her but I think she's interesting.
Steam link under the cut! ミ☆
#paper lily#paper lily chapter 1#lacie#sai#rune#miss knives#lacie paper lily#sai paper lily#rune paper lily#miss knives paper lily#steam#steam game#fanart#art#digital art#steam sketches#loomart
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Jegulily but where it's Regulus infiltrating Sirius' friendgroups.
The marauders hanging out in Hogsmeade and just as Sirius gets to the table, here comes James holding hands with Regulus. And Sirius has to sit there with their brother constantly kicking their leg under the table.
Sirius goes to hang out with the girls in their dorm, perks of being nonbinary. And there's Lily reading some Plath poetry and what the fuck, why is Regulus next to her? And then Sirius has to deal with Regulus telling them all embarrassing stories of when they were a kid.
#regulus just starts appearing to annoy sirius.#the gryffindor quidditch team are at practice and regulus appears in the stands booing sirius.#he'll just pretend he's there to support james but just spends the entire time annoying sirius#sirius helping lily with ancient runes in the gryffindor common room and regulus just appears to paper at him#he pretends he's there to spend time with lily but doesnt even sit next to her as itd be harder to aim his throws#jegulily#sirius black#regulus black#the black brothers#jegulily headcanon#marauders era#marauders#marauders headcanon
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[The Calamity Trio enter the kindergarten classroom and awkwardly sit in the small chairs at an equally small table across from the teacher who’s in a normal chair]
Teacher: It’s good to see you again Mrs Boonchuys. Thanks for being able to make it to this Parent-Teacher Meeting, I know that you three must be very busy.
Anne: It’s fine. Tho’ I’m shocked at how early in the semester you asked for this meeting.
Teacher: Well first off I just want to say that Lily is a joy to have in class. She’s bright, energetic, outgoing, easily makes friends and loves to answer questions and isn’t afraid to be wrong, which isn’t often.
Sasha: “but”?
Teacher: but, I’m concerned about her development. She said that you three taught her to read and write, correct?
Marcy: Yes, Lily loves to read. We’d read to her every night and she join along after a while.
Teacher: Good but um…did you teach her to write in English or one of the languages from her…culture?
Anne: We taught her English, well she knows a few words in each of our backgrounds but we primarily taught her English.
The Teacher holds up a paper with Amphibia runes on it: So what’s this then? I’ve never seen this before, it’s too organized to just be squiggles.
Sashannarcy:…………
Sasha: Oh no, don’t tell me you two taught her—
Marcy: We didn’t! I don’t know how she learned those runes.
Anne: ugh, sorry but those are one of the written languages from Amphibia-aaaa-my “Amphibian” exhibit from work, haha… it’s a series of runes for the kids to “write like a frog”.
Sasha: That and you two use it to write messages on the fridge to each other.
Marcy: Usually about how cute you are, Sashy.
Anne: I think Lily must’ve taught herself how to write those letters based on both the fridge notes and my job. We’re so sorry, we’ll make sure she knows to write in English from now on.
Sasha: I know kids are sponges but what this is scary even for me. Figures she’s smart, she is our daughter after all.
Marcy: If it’s any consolation, she did answer every question on the worksheet correctly. Anne and I can translate it for you before we leave. Or at least give you a translation guide.
Teacher: It’s fine. Just glad we got to the bottom of this. (Apparently they have two more kids we’ll have to worry about later…oh joy………)
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Bracket reveal
Text version under cut!
The tourney is split into 4 32 brackets, and the winners of each will go to the semi finals! I'll make a different post about HOW the tourney will run, and this will serve as a pinned post for round 1 :)
Bracket 1, Side 1
Peppino (Vampire Survivors) vs Winged Strawberry (Celeste)
Herb (Monster Hunter) vs Triffids (Day of the Triffids)
Gigi (Xiaolin Showdown) vs Silent Princess (The Legend of Zelda)
Breath of Evil (Wings of Fire) vs Thorn Thallid (Magic the Gathering)
Audrey II (Little Shop of Horrors) vs Farewell Flower (Mistborn)
Togemon (Digimon) vs Silverwood Tree (Witch Hat Atelier)
Golden Apple Tree (Greek Mythology) vs Potbelly (My Singing Monsters)
Sculk (Minecraft) vs MocDonald (One Piece)
Bracket 1, Side 2
Vida (The Promised Neverland) vs Glaze Lily (Genshin Impact)
Dr Brewer's Clone (Goosebumps) vs The Spring (Friends at the Table)
Kite Eating Tree (Peanuts) vs Zotoh Zhaan (Farscape)
Wheel Tree (His Dark Materials) vs Mushtree (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist)
Medusoid Mycelium (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs Radial (Ooblets)
Chikorita (Pokemon) vs Blast Cone (League of Legends)
Gooloog (AAAHH!!! Real Monsters) vs Venus (Bug Fables)
The Thorian (Mass Effect) vs Yggdrasil (Norse Mythology)
Bracket 2, Side 1
Deku Tree (The Legend of Zelda) vs Blood Blossoms (Danny Phantom)
Hotblonde37159 (Angel: The Series) vs Vash the Stampede (Trigun)
Kinoko (Don't Hurt Me, My Healer) vs Wolfsbane (The Vampire Diaries)
Plant (Monster Rancher) vs Flower of Life (Mesopotamian Mythology)
Truffula Tree (The Lorax) vs Slurperon Enchantress (Internet Scam)
The Brain Tree (Neopets) vs Ginseng Baby (Scarlet Hollow)
Chompy (Bug Fables) vs Whispy Woods (Kirby)
Clavu (Overlord) vs Ivern (League of Legends)
Bracket 2, Side 2
Bulbasaur (Pokemon) vs The Trees of Valinor (Lord of the Rings)
Leslie (The Amazing World of Gumball) vs Hayzee Dayzee (Paper Mario)
Piranha Plant (Mario) vs Specimen 34/The Blessed Eternal (Wolf 359)
Potted Plant (Wander Over Yonder) vs Morbuzakh (Bionicle)
Jabe & the Trees of Cheem (Doctor Who) vs Black Mercy (DC)
Mr Plant (The World of Mr Plant) vs Feculant Gnarlmaw (Warhammer 40k)
Tree Rex (Skylanders) vs Flowey (Undertale)
Sundrop Flower (Tangled) vs Venus McFlytrap (Monster High)
Bracket 3, Side 1
Pinchley (Long Gone Gulch) vs Frank the Plant (Harley Quinn: the Animated Series)
The Venus (Hello From the Hallowoods) vs Nirnroot (The Elder Scrolls)
Food Fight (Skylanders) vs Paopu Fruit (Kingdom Hearts)
Phillogenous esk Piemondum (Rod Albright Alien Adventures) vs Plant (Wall E)
Tannot Root (Farscape) vs The Broccoloids (The Powerpuff Girls)
Rockbud (The Stormlight Archive) vs Sylvan Hound (Guild Wars 2)
Eldridge Johnson-Mayer (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy) vs Hyacinth/Hyacinthus (Greek Mythology)
Selas Flower (Kingkiller Chronicle) vs Treant (Disgaea)
Bracket 3, Side 2
Dragonflame Cacti (Wings of Fire) vs Sunflower (Plants vs Zombies)
The Bioplant (The Rising of the Shield Hero) vs Turnip Boy (Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion)
Shambling Mound (Dungeons and Dragons) vs Mandrake (Shin Megami Tensei/Persona)
Cowplant (The Sims) vs Ebony Queen's Apple (Limbus Company)
Devil Fruits (One Piece) vs Donkey-Cabbage (Enchanted Forest Chronicles)
Oaktopus (My Singing Monsters) vs Field Dungeon (Rune Factory 4)
Mushroom Tree (Stardew Valley) vs Jumpkin (Cassette Beasts)
Undergrowth (Danny Phantom) vs Karzahni (Bionicle)
Bracket 4, Side 1
Dreamstalk (Kirby) vs Myconid (Balders Gate 3)
Stingbulb (Fablehaven) vs Treebeard (Lord of the Rings)
Stray Cat (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) vs Peashooter (Plants vs Zombies)
Giant Turnip (Codename: Kids Next Door) vs Treasure Mushroom (Guild Wars 2)
Tree of Wisdom (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Fire Flower (Mario)
Stump (The Angry Beavers) vs Groot (Marvel)
Maise (Oneshot) vs Konohana Tree (Okami)
Red Weed (War of the Worlds) vs Pod Plant (Fortnite)
Bracket 4, Side 2
Plantera (Terraria) vs The Grass Snake (Friends at the Table)
Breathweed (Warhammer 40k) vs Campestri (Dungeons and Dragons)
Neo Alraune (Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle) vs Kringlefucker (Homestuck)
Slimefoot the Stowaway (Magic: The Gathering) vs Gatfruit Tree (Space Station 13/14)
Sex Pollen Plant (Fanfiction) vs The Rumor Weed (VeggieTales: Larry-Boy and the Rumor Weed)
Dr Madley Radish (Papa Louie) vs Vervain (The Vampire Diaries)
Yatevon (OCTAHEDRON: Transfixed Edition) vs Echo Flower (Undertale)
Wither Rose (Minecraft) vs Hydramon (Digimon)
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La Douleur Exquise (Fairy!Dream Sans x Moth!Fairy Reader)
la douleur exquise - exquisite pain
The day and night are just as separated as their lords, Dream and Nightmare.
But your heart yearns for the sunn, even as the moon pulls back at it and tries to keep you safe.
As long as no one gets burned, it should be fine to just look.
Right?
(Mild angst, unrequited/forbidden love, a hint of Nightmare Sans/Reader)
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The soft glow of the moon brought a calm serenity to the deep glades of the forest, moss hanging in an elegant weave down branches and trunks of the birch and oak trees.
Smells of old forest, rotting wood, mushrooms, the faint floral hint of hidden bluebells and wild strawberries breaking through on faint breeze.
Tonight was a special night.
The fairy rings of mushrooms had grown the night before, dew fresh on their caps, forming a multilayered wall of security around the deep glens of the woods.
Fall was coming, the time of preparation for winter, but a time to celebrate the colors and their change.
For those, at least, of the day and summer.
Elegant fae with butterfly wings of gold, silver, every imaginable color, decorated in mesmerizing colors of flower and tree.
Delicate maiden fae dressed in daisies, snowdrops, and lilies. Wiser matrons dressed in layered rose gowns. The young daring men darting to and fro in dashing armor of oak and birch bark armor, and the stately lords in fir and yew armor.
The glade was filled with the soft lights of fireflies, and fairy candles lit all around. Soft young grass surrounded the large rock that the gathering was centered around. The rock was black in color, sharp and jagged, flat on the top, carved in ancient runes.
A small throne of oak twig had been placed on its peak; citrine stone woven into the thin fibers.
The throne for the lord of the day, the lord of the-
A gust of wind shook the branch you were resting on, your eyes widening as you squeaked in fear, wings trying to steady yourself, rapidly flapping your wings.
Despite your efforts, it wasn’t enough. You dropped to the ground, landing outside the glade, rustling among the dead leaves as your antenna twitched, the fluffy strands indicating what you were.
Not invited, for one.
This gala was exclusively for those with butterfly wings, beautiful and large wings. The ones who loved the day and were loved by it.
Not for those of the evening and dusk, those who burrowed in the ground, were able to bear the cold winter, cherished the dark.
Tonight was the migration festival, a time to celebrate before the butterfly fairies went south to weather the winter. And your kingdom, your people, were not invited.
They never were, but it would be nice if, for once, those of the night were invited.
Your wings fluttered, as you tried to evaluate the best place to once again look upon the festivities.
You were a tiger moth, or at least, had the wings and the antenna of one. The nape and collar of your chest and back to your shoulders was soft white fuzz, with black patches on the back part. Your wings branched from the middle of your shoulders, the upper a checkered black and white, crisp and clean. Your lower wings held a gradient from orange to yellow, with black spots. On the inner of your arms and legs, red blotches of color with black emblems spiraled to your feet and hands. The white fuzz was dusted around the base of your antenna, soft black feathery things. It was also prominent along your calves and lower arms.
Soft paper bark made up a soft halter top, and a blue morning glory made your skirt.
You were sneaking, of course, trying to catch a glimpse of the festivities.
Of course, your king had tried to stop you, but then again, he was a firm believer in learning through painful mistake. Such as what had happened to him, long ago.
Nightmare was kinder than his name implied, and he ruled over the dark abyss of the moth kingdom fairly, more so than he said his frivolous brother did.
His own wings were impressive, dusky purple and black perfectly complimenting his dark gray bone. The streaks of black along his bones made him impressive, purple eye lights fierce and stern in those deep sockets.
He was waiting for you, back among the shadows.
You had expressed your desire to see, just once, the beauty of a butterfly festival. He had begrudgingly led you here (after you had begged and begged him). You were lucky he was your good friend.
So, here you were. Peering into a world you would never belong in.
Music serenaded those within, as couples came together to dance a song of life, love, long travels and the well earned rest at the end of it.
But that’s not who you wanted to see.
Ah! There.
The quick flutter of true golden wings, shimmering in the light due to their unique opaqueness. Blue and black specks like dust on his wings, the sweep of pale bone into a hard set, the seriousness of the prince of light and day shining as he settled into his throne, wings spread.
Dream.
Draped in silk of golden spider thread, his presence caused awe among those gathered, admiring yet fearful glances thrown his way. His bones were pristine, white, not a mar or fleck upon them. His own eye lights, a deep teal like a shining gem deep in a river, scorched the surroundings, searching.
Any one fairy would be honored to be asked to dance with him, but instead, he sat coldly on his throne.
You often wondered if he was waiting for someone to approach him, or waiting till one caught his eye. Not that you think anyone would. They were too dim in his presence.
You sighed in adoration, pupils shrinking to properly adjust to the light. He was so bright, almost too much so, yet you couldn’t tear your eyes from that wonderful visage.
The first time you had seen him had been your first journey into the canopy, to explore what was beyond the roots and shady underbrush you had long familiarized yourself with. Your antenna twitched with every rogue gust of wind, every trill of a bird from afar.
But it had been so worth it to see the blue sky beneath green dappled leaves, to peer at the fluffy white things in the sky (Nightmare had called them clouds), and to wonder at the great landscape all around.
The snap of a twig; the pale eyes of a shrike seeing you.
A butcher bird.
While your colors blared danger to those who dared to try and eat you, it still dove. Your panicked yelp echoed as you dove as well, spinning among the branches and trying to shake off your pursuer. For several harrowing minutes you tried your best to weave and dodge, its claws nearly grasping you several times. In a panic, you crashed roughly into a nightshade bush, burrowing into the depths of its shade, vines pulling at your wings.
Its ugly cry alerted you to its hunt as it circled, then twisted midair. Claws extended for you, its eyes fixed on you, exposed even among a plant of the night.
You shrank back, arms raising to futilely cover your face.
A burst of golden light, teal eye lights blazing in fury darted by to sink a spear into the shrike's wing, the bird shrieking and wheeling off. Its pained squawks echoed for quite a time.
He had hovered there, those wings of his keeping high and aloft, defending you.
You had wanted to step out, to thank him... when a crowd of fairies came to croon and congratulate him on his hunt, how extraordinary he was. Realization gripped your heart that he may have just been showing off, not knowing he had saved a lowly moth from death.
Regardless, you had pledged yourself a vow of gratitude to the lord of the day, the lord of warmth and sun.
The flap of wings startled you, the alert of a patrol to catch any wandering fae other than those invited. You knew the punishment that came with trespassing, even among fae, and there was no chance that you would be charming enough to get yourself out of serious punishment. And Nightmare wouldn’t step in either, you knew.
It was his demand as a king, to be just and fair.
You buried yourself into the dead leaves, the jagged cut of your own wings helping you blend in.
The patrol passed without taking notice.
A deep sigh left you. It was time to go.
You clambered over leaves and twigs, going outside the fairy circles to Nightmare's side, his eye lights soft with understanding. His own wing closed around you to keep you close, the dusky scales of his wing shielding you.
Your heart often wondered if you would ever be able to repay the debt you felt you owed Dream.
Or at least, to speak to him and thank him.
Nightmare grasped your hand in his, a comforting squeeze as the two of you descended in the depths of his realm.
Unknowing that teal eye lights had been tracking you all this time.
#undertale#dream sans#dream x reader#dream sans x reader#writing#xreader#sans x reader#x reader#moth reader#fairy dream sans#fairy nightmare sans#moth fairy reader#angst#unrequited love#longing#forbidden love#just realized this has strange magic vibes
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Art magic and tools
A follow-up to my previous post on art magic with some more ideas surrounding what tools you use rather than specific art mediums.
Palettes
There are a couple of ways to make palettes magical. Of course you can bless a plain palette, wash it with blessed water or draw a sigil on the bottom. But there is also the symbolism of the objects you use for a palette. For an example, a large sea shell can make an excellent palette:
Here I was using gouache and the seashell as a base really helped connect me to the energies of the sea for this landscape painting.
In addition, you can use China plates (from the thrift store in my case) as paint palettes, and depending on the colour and decoration they can be used for a whole manner of purposes.
Brushes
Softer brushes, whether synthetic or genuine animal hair, can be a great way to blend and add softness to your work. By contrast, thick, coarse brushes can act as a rougher edge: more powerful in some cases, less subtle.
If you're using genuine animal hair, get to know what animal the hair came from to understand the energy of that brush. And make sure to thank the animal's spirit, if you do such things.
If you're particularly crafty, you can even make your own brushes using human hair. I've always wanted to learn to do that.
Pencils
In the past I have painted sigils onto my art pencils for use in my practice, relating to creativity and inspiration. But the type of pencil you use also has an effect.
A harder pencil, like a HB, will have a different effect to a softer 2B or 4B for example. Your pencil sharpener can also help you to embue energy into your tool: Think about your intentions as you sharpen.
Pastels
Oil pastels have a certain nostalgic feel for me, like I'm using crayons for grownups. You can carve into the base of the pastel a small symbol, or use colours based on association. You can also wrap the pastel in paper with any number of things on it, from a petition to a poem.
Mediums
Whether it's refined linseed oil for oil paints or water for watercolour or acrylics, your paint mediums can be used to bless your art work. Paint a sigil on the jar that holds the medium, or if its suitable you can bless the medium itself. For watercolour and such, you can use sacred water such as moon water. Or add a drop of essential oils into the mix (if it won't react with your paint) with intention.
Sketchbooks / Canvases
As for the paper itself, it can help to make sure you know the differences between different papers you're working with. Cold-pressed watercolour paper will have a different feel and texture to hot-pressed. Oil paper tends to be more coarse, sketchbook paper thinner ect. I mostly use mixed media paper and watercolour paper for my art.
If you have a hardback sketchbook, decorate the front with symbolic art work or sigils. I painted water lilies on the front of my sketchbook, to symbolise beauty, calmness and growth.
For a canvas, sanding down that fresh canvas can be a way to embue your intention into your piece. You can also add a sigil or rune before you start sanding. Using a canvas wedge to tighten your piece at the end or beginning can help lock in that intention.
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marauders hcs ; exams
REMUS
starting off strong with the overachiever who bases his entire worth on how he performs in school
he spends most of fifth year studying, much to the other marauders' dismay
he didn't intend to start a study group, but he got into the habit of helping those who asked
and it spiralled
he was one of the only students to take three additrional subjects
so when the marauders were in a free period, remus was in Runes
he was the most prepared, and probably the most terrified
five minutes before his arithmancy exam, he was found chain-smoking in the courtyard
he passed everything with exceeds expectations, with an outstanding in DADA, care of magical creatures and arithmancy
PETER
he wasn't the brightest student, but the others got him to revise
even though he was one of the people who actually revised, he thought it was pointless
whenever remus was about to explode from the pressure, peter would calm him down
he was easily convinced to quit revising
often by james and sirius…
he chose divination because it's easy to bullshit
it was the only subject that the other marauders didnt take
honestly, he didn't put much pressure on himself, despite being a nervous person
partly because (most of) his friends weren't stressing, partly because his dad had ministry connections so he'd get a job regardless
peter surprised himself and passed almost everything with acceptable, bar divination (E) and potions (poor)
SIRIUS
sirius was one of those annoying students who didn't even open a textbook, but passed everything with flying colours
remus would tell him to revise, but he wouldn't
he took muggle studies and care of magical creatures
he finished his exams fairly quickly, and stared out the window for the rest of the allotted time
after everyone had finished exams, he threw a party for all the 5th year students (and a handful of the other years) in the gryffindor common room
sirius got a mixture of exceeds expectations and outstanding; he flunked astronomy on purpose, to spite his parents
JAMES
though he was naturally clever, he revised a fair amount
he though sirius and remus were psycho for taking three additional subjects
james did muggle studies and care of magical creatures
he pulled a cady heron and tried to persuade lily to tutor him, which didnt work
after classes, he was the sort of student to wrangle past papers off his teachers
"oi pads, bet you five galleons i'll get outstanding in transfiguration"
tbh he was an arse and also went
"oi, padfoot, i bet you 10 galleons snivellus will fail charms" "ugh, prongs, i don't wanna be down by 10 galleons…"
james got outstandings in everything, apart from history of magic, when he got exceeds expectations
pretty much everyone was annoyed by that, because HOW did james potter get near perfect grades
#i start my mock gcses on friday#this is how im coping#marauders#the marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#exams headcanons#owls#owl exams#hogwarts headcanon#marauders headcanon
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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen : Hollow
Summary: Feelings are happening =)
Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans
Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking.
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June 22nd, 1973
She was delusional to think she had made progress with Sirius Black. After everything that had happened, everything that had come to the surface; after his birthday when he shared his scars, and when he confessed his parents cruelty amongst the seclusion of his bed curtains. At the end of the day, they were opposing forces, her pulling and him pushing away. No amount of spilled secrets or clandestine confidence would change that.
James was upset by how Sirius had acted under the quidditch pitch, apologizing to her on his behalf incessantly.
“You’re not the one that needs to apologize, Jamie,” she said in-between bites of toast at breakfast one morning. She’d been sitting at her house table ever since Sirius’ comment. She had been reminded of her place, and it wasn’t amongst them.
James raked an exasperated hand through his unruly hair, “He’s just…stubborn, and kind of an idiot, I’m sorry.”
Before she could add on more negative adjectives to describe Sirius Black, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat at the lectern at the front of the Great Hall.
“Good Morning students, your attention for just a moment please. As the end of term is fast approaching, could I have all rising Third through Fifth year students see me to receive their Elective Selection Form. Please return these to my office no later than June 28th. A reminder: think hard about your future career path, this will determine which classes to pursue.”
She rose quickly out of her seat as soon as McGonagall took her place on the dais, James following close behind and still trying to talk her down.
Engrossed in the paper chart in her hands, she returned back to her seat and began to read through the course offerings. After a few moments, she felt the familiar lingering presence of James Potter sitting back across the table. Doubling down on the effort to focus on her own selection form, she ignored him entirely.
Third-years were able to choose two new electives, the first of her choices being Care of Magical Creatures. She was re-reading the descriptions of Divination and Ancient Runes when the boy across the table pushed his chart towards her.
“What’d you pick?” The voice did not belong to James Potter.
She looked up, brows furrowed at the familiar yet unexpected voice of Remus, “How long have you been here?”
He shrugged, “Ten minutes, give or take.”
“Where’s James?”
“Went back to our table, mumbled something about Sirius being a prat. Any idea what that’s about?”
She couldn’t tell him the truth, she had made a promise to the rest of the boys to keep the animagus plan a secret. “I mean…he’s always being a prat, so it could be anything.”
Remus smirked, reaching over to grab her chart, “So what’d you choose?”
“Care of Magical Creatures, but I’m stuck on whether to choose Divination or Ancient Runes…”
“If it helps, I chose Runes as well…we could help each other study? Divination is a joke anyway.”
She laughed, “You don’t think it’s interesting?”
Remus scowled, “Predicting the future with tea leaves and cards? It’s absolute rubbish.”
Looking back down at his chart, she looked at his other choice, “…Arithmancy? That’s supposed to be really difficult.”
His eyes flicked to hers, flashing gold briefly in the morning light, “Luckily for me, I love a challenge.”
Looking past his head, she groaned, “Ugh, speaking of challenges…”
Snape was drawing closer with Regulus by his side. He was explaining something to the younger boy, Reggie listening intently and nodding along. As the two Slytherin’s passed, Severus spun around, face filled with unsettling amusement.
“Ah, look Regulus,” he drawled, “the muggle convention is having their monthly meeting!”
Reggie let out a dry laugh while she rolled her eyes.
“Very original, Severus. Truly, some of your best work…” she droned.
“What’s that? I couldn’t hear over the sound of Lupin’s incessant panting over you.”
She looked up at Remus’ face, blushing red and staring intently at the wooden table.
“At least they’re mating with their own kind,” Regulus snarked.
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“Don’t you have something else better to be doing, Reg?” She looked him in the eye, choosing to ignore the comment altogether.
Regulus’ face hardened, “What did I tell you before about speaking to me directly, mudblood.”
Remus was standing before Reg could take another breath.
“What the fuck did you call her?” His scarred hands were clenched so hard they were white. The Hufflepuff prefect heard the commotion, quickly walking over to stand between the boys.
“You two,” he pointed at Severus and Reg, “go to your house table. And you,” he motioned to Remus, “if you cannot behave in a civil manner, I’ll have to ask you to leave as well.”
Remus sat back down, fuming as Reggie and Snape walked to their table smirking.
She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes as Remus turned his attention to her.
“What was he talking about?”
“Hmm?” She hummed.
“Regulus said ‘telling you before’. What happened before?”
The tone of his voice made her breathing quicken.
“He uh…we had a run in on the train…after winter break…”
“…He’s called you that before, hasn’t he.”
The protectiveness in Remus’ voice raised the hair on the back of her neck.
Snapes words echoed in her head: Lupin’s incessant panting over you.
She shook it off, all of it. Snapes comment, Remus’ tone, the increasingly overwhelming question of where to place the emerging feelings in her chest.
Nodding a confirmation, she watched Remus clench his jaw.
“Please don’t say anything, especially to Sirius,” she begged.
“You need to tell him, he needs to know what his brother is doing—“
“It won’t change anything, it’ll just hurt him. Please Remus, don’t say anything.”
He shook his head, gazing over towards the Slytherin table, “If he comes near you again, I’ll kill him.”
———
September 1st, 1973
Remus wrote her constantly. So much that her hand had started to cramp halfway through the summer from holding a pen almost every waking moment. She’d begun to try to respond with her non-dominant hand, teaching herself to write with both just in case. For each full moon that summer, she sent Remus drawings and the usual poem. Doodles of constellations and celestial bodies filled the pages, the stars watching over a sleeping wolf, a crown of wildflowers on his head.
She didn’t hear from Sirius all summer, something that didn’t come as a surprise after what he had told her in secrecy after Christmas, but it still hurt nonetheless knowing they hadn’t spoken since before school let out. The anger was still there, though it was now being clouded by worry. He could hate her all he wanted, call her every name in the book, but at the end of the day she would still lay in bed and hope that he was alright.
James and Peter invited her to Diagon Alley again, shopping for their third year supplies with the help of Mrs. Potter. From the window of every shop, she looked for Sirius.
Little progress had been made in the animagus plan, with James explaining their difficulty in finding dew that had not seen sunlight or been touched by human feet. She didn’t say anything, having already said her piece last year. They were going to do it regardless, but a part of her was little happy that they were finally getting a taste of how difficult the process actually was.
———
The walls of the train compartment were closing in on her. Remus sat beside the window, reading quietly while she tapped her foot nervously. James, talking to Peter about quidditch or something (she stopped listening ages ago), would dart his eyes over to her anxious body every few minutes like he was waiting for a bomb to explode.
Sirius wasn’t there yet. Flashbacks from last year ran through her mind on a loop. Walburga’s pinched expression; Regulus’ cold stare; Sirius’ scars. She wanted to cry, the sensation of which was beginning to choke her to the point of taking strangled breaths.
Remus reached across the compartment and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, “He’ll be here, I promise.”
You can’t promise that, she thought, but the words were stuck in her throat. She didn’t know what time it was, but from the way James was checking his watch, it had to be close to 11. Maybe Sirius’ parents had kept true to their word, maybe they really did send him away this time. How would they even know? She couldn’t ask Regulus, not after Remus’ threat from last year, (not that he would tell her anything anyway).
As the crowd on the platform began to thin, the compartment door flew open.
Sirius was grinning from ear to ear.
Like a dam breaking, air filled her lungs.
“Alright lads?” He smiled at them, never landing on her. She didn’t even care, the only thing that mattered was that he was okay.
The atmosphere in the compartment eased greatly, the boys falling into jovial conversation immediately as Sirius sat down next to James. She didn’t involve herself, just happy to sit amongst her friends.
“—I have to say mate,” James laughed, “You seem a lot more…relaxed than you usually do after spending time at home.”
This made Sirius smile even bigger, “I think I’ve turned a corner.”
“…with your family?” Peter chimed in skeptically.
Sirius nodded, “When I first got home, it was the same thing as usual,” he rolled his eyes, “but by the middle of July…it had all just…stopped.”
“They just ignored you?” James furrowed his brow.
“Not entirely. They spoke to me whenever necessary, but the rest of the time they just let me do whatever I wanted.”
Remus shot her a concerned look from across the compartment, “What brought this on? What did you do?”
Sirius crossed his arms smugly, leaning back against the seat, “I may or may not have…redecorated my room a little…”
The four of them stared at him.
“…I put up some Gryffindor quidditch banners with a permanent sticking charm…”
James’ expression was somewhere between shock, alarm, and pride.
“…as well as some…muggle posters,” Sirius’ smile was borderline unhinged, something that wasn’t lost on Remus.
“What kind of muggle posters, Sirius…” he asked slowly.
Sirius waggled his eyebrows, “Muggle women. They’re wearing rabbit ears, Mum had a fit when she couldn’t take them down.”
Remus’ eyes almost shot out of his head, “YOU PUT PLAYBOY CENTERFOLDS ON YOUR WALLS PERMANENTLY?!”
James and Peter were both staring between them confused while she sat in the corner trying to stifle a laugh. Sirius met her eyes for a split second, sparkling with mischief before he quickly looked away.
Remus sighed, running a hand through his hair, “You’re lucky they didn’t kill you.”
Sirius shrugged, pulling some money out of his pocket as the candy trolley stopped outside of their door. He bought them all sweets without asking, tossing boxes around the compartment happily. The last package he threw was to her.
Peppermint Toads, her favorite.
———
As the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station, the five of them stood and began to collect their various bags and items, quickly throwing on their robes in the process. Swinging a leather satchel strap over her shoulder, she gave the boys a small wave as she headed out into the corridor, “See you lot tomorrow or something, yeah?”
Sirius stared at her with mild confusion, following her outside the compartment “You’re not sitting with us for the feast?”
She turned around, mimicking his confused expression, “I—I didn’t think you wanted me to?”
Sirius scoffed, “What?”
“Sirius, we haven’t spoken in months…”
He raked a hand through his hair, which had grown even longer over the summer (an obvious choice to piss off his parents, no doubt).
“I know, I was a complete arse to you, it was unfair of me. I just…talk before actually thinking through things…”His face softened as his eyes fell sheepishly to the floor.
“You can’t keep taking your emotions out on other people, Sirius,” she whispered, and his blue eyes snapped up.
“…I know…” his voice was soft, but an edge of annoyance was begging to break through, “Please, sit with us, it’s not the same without you.”
Any leftover anger she had for him melted away. Sirius seemed to have a way of softening her that none of the others did, not even Remus, and she couldn’t figure out why. It was alarming sometimes, how easily she bent to him, how often she found herself gravitating towards him like a magnet.
The corner of her mouth twitched upwards in a smug grin, Sirius gingerly pointing his wand at her robes and transfiguring them scarlet, and the five of them reconvened to make the journey up to the castle together.
———
To an outsider, you’d never know she wasn’t a Gryffindor, not by the way the rest of the house greeted her when she sat down with the boys. Marlene practically shoved Remus out of the way to occupy the seat beside her, wanting to hear all about her summer, while Lily leaned over to participate (much to James’ pleasure). Just as they all got settled, Mary came over and squeezed in beside Sirius, whispering something in his ear that made them both laugh. The sound caused her to divert attention away from Marlene and Lily, glancing over just in time to see Sirius brush Mary’s hair behind her ear.
The sinking feeling in her stomach from last year came back immediately.
Maybe once she ate something she’d feel better, the only thing she’d had so far was the chocolate on the train.
Mary met her eyes, “Hiya! Good summer?” Her voice was like honey, smooth and sweet.
She nodded, returning a friendly smile as Dumbledore rose to the podium for the start of year address. Every year he gave a speech to kick off classes, mostly a bunch of fluffy sentiments about friendship and academic excellence, but this year it was different. He spoke of unity, of coming together and working towards a harmonious future. The hall was silent as he spoke, the majority of students faces solemn as the headmaster implored them to seek out the light and follow it passionately.
They all knew the implication.
They couldn’t escape the war, not even at Hogwarts.
———
November 3rd, 1973
Mary was becoming a more prominent fixture in their group. It wasn’t a problem, it was just…a lot. It had finally become public knowledge that Sirius and Mary were an item, and soon after, the PDA began. Sirius it seems, had been reduced to a one handed man, his less dominant appendage always attached to her body in some way, shape, or form. When they did separate, which was rare, the other was not so far removed, leaving only a few fleeting moments of normal conversation until they were all over each other once more.
The worst was the snogging.
It started at Sirius’ birthday party, which happened to fall on a Saturday, meaning that he was on another level knowing he didn’t have to wake up early for classes the next morning. After a third go-around of his new record (a band called Queen, who were beginning to make waves in the muggle music scene), the rest of the common room had had enough for the night and were begging for someone to replace the album with something else. Because she had gifted the vinyl to him, she took the responsibility to try and sneak some new music onto the record player. Pushing through the crowded Gryffindor common room, she searched for Sirius to ask if she could go dig through his collection. After two trips around the room, sifting through bodies and dodging drunk 7th Years, she realized he was gone.
“I’m just going to look through his records and ask for forgiveness later,” she said to Remus over the back of the couch.
He looked up from his game of exploding snap with James and Peter, “Do it, I’m sure he won’t care. Dorm door is unlocked.”
She nodded, weaving her way upstairs towards the boys room.
The music was too loud, the fourth rendition of Keep Yourself Alive ricocheting off the stone walls. It was so loud in fact, that she didn’t hear the noises coming from the top of the spiral staircase.
Pressed against the railing was Mary, Sirius seemingly eating her face alive. Their hands were everywhere, and the sight made her stomach flip. Averting her eyes as best she could, she slipped past them unnoticed, sneaking into the boys room and picking up the first record she saw: Aladdin Sane. With the image of her two friends intwined, she ran downstairs and quickly threw the record on, returning to sit beside Remus on the couch.
“Alright?” He looked over, having removed himself from the game with the other two.
She nodded quickly, “Yeah, why?”
“You’re breathing heavy, and keep glancing back at the stairs. Did something happen?”
Feigning ignorance, she shook her head, “No, I’m just—I ran down here, I couldn’t listen to Great King Rat again…”
Remus chuckled, throwing an arm over the back of the couch as they watched a card explode in Peter’s face.
She’d begun to doze off towards the end of Side 1 of Aladdin Sane, sinking further into Remus’ heater-like body on the couch. At some point, another student must have flipped the record, because a short time later Sirius came bounding down the stairs when the opening chords of The Prettiest Star began.
“This is my song!” He leapt over the back of the couch, landing aggressively close to her sleeping body.
The sudden assault jolted her awake, Remus (who was half asleep against the arm of the sofa) reached over to punch the birthday boy in the shoulder.
Sirius laughed, dodging the hit, “Oh come on! There’s no sleeping at my party!”
He began to jump on the cushions, leading to a low groan from her.
“Come on, Yellowjacket, dance with me!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her unwilling body off the couch while she held back a smirk. She could never say no to him.
Her limbs felt heavy as they wound around his neck, the beckoning call of sleep echoing from the couch. Sirius began to sing out loud, though it might as well have been directed at her by the way his eyes never left her face.
“Where’s Mary?” She mumbled sleepily, resting her head on his shoulder as they swayed.
“Went to bed, she’s like you lot—her fun energy expires at midnight.”
She swatted him lightly, “Not all of us strive to live like rockstars, Sirius.”
He laughed lowly, “Damn right!”
Spinning her one last time as the song drew to an end, he placed a kiss to her forehead before they separated.
“Happy birthday Siri,” she whispered before retreating back to Remus’ side.
———
She’d like to say that Sirius’ birthday was the only time she had stumbled upon him and Mary snogging.
She’d like to say that it was a one-time thing and that the two of them had learned their lesson.
But she couldn’t.
It seemed like almost every other day, one of them was running into Mary and Sirius sucking face behind a statue, or in a vacant corridor, or even on the common room sofa. Even James was becoming annoyed, which didn’t happen often, especially with his best friend.
“I need him focused,” he grumbled as he sat down across from her and Remus in the Great Hall for lunch, “He almost fell off his broom the other day during practice because she showed up in the stands. We have a big match against Ravenclaw in a few weeks, he needs to get it together.”
She didn’t contribute, just kept her head down and picked at the food.
“I just wish there was a way to know where they were, like a map of safe hallways, that way I wouldn’t have to walk into them practically eating each other’s faces off,” Peter groaned.
Remus’ perked up beside her, “Pete, that’s…that’s actually a brilliant idea.”
Peter beamed across from them, as Remus dug through his bag for something, eventually resurfacing with a folded up piece of parchment.
“Remember last year, when I told you all about my…problem?” His voice tapered into a whisper as he glanced between her, Peter, and James, who all nodded in response.
“Sirius had said something about wondering if there were more secret passageways throughout the castle…and there are,” Remus unfolded the parchment to reveal a map of Hogwarts, sketched out roughly, with random annotations and comments scribbled throughout in different colors of ink.
The four of them absorbed all of it while Remus continued to speak, “I’ve been working on this since then, adding things as I find them, just for fun—definitely not for nefarious purposes—“ he gave her a quick glance before smirking devilishly, “but Pete, what if we could find a way to add location markers to people in the castle? What if we could actually track where people are coming and going?”
She met his eyes and smiled, “A homonculus charm might work.”
Remus grinned wildly, “You’re a genius.”
“I just—“ she let out a resigned sigh, “—I need you to solemnly swear to me that you’re not going to use this just to cause mayhem all over the castle.”
The three boys looked at each other, telepathically choosing their next words wisely.
“I can promise none of it will be traced back to you,” Remus shot her a wink, the other two giddy with excitement, “there’s actually a new finding I want to test out, if you’re all interested…”
James looked at him through his lashes, clearly intrigued, “What’s your theory Mr. Moony?”
“I think there’s a passageway to Hogsmeade…and if I’m correct, it leads directly under Honeydukes.”
Peter almost jumped out of his seat, James’ eyes sparkled.
———
“I can’t believe you did all of this without me,” Sirius hissed from under the invisibility cloak.
They finally had the chance to tell Sirius about the map, after he had returned from what was clearly another rendezvous with Mary. Though ecstatic about the map idea, he was visibly put out at the notion of the four of them conspiring in his absence.
“Stop whinging,” James shushed him from the front, leading them towards the third floor, Remus squished close behind with the map in his hands.
“…maybe if you came up for air once in a while, you’d be included in things,” she whispered to Sirius beside her, who proceeded to stick out a foot and trip her. Stumbling forward, she quickly grabbed onto Remus’ jumper, who angrily spun around.
“Oi! Knock it off, both of you!” He growled, causing her to shrink back in embarrassment.
“Sorry Moony…” Sirius grumbled, she glared at him.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look for you,” he whispered.
She scoffed, mouth agape as she turned towards him, “Jealousy? Is that what you think this is, Black?”
The smug grin on his face said it all.
“All you do is snog your girlfriend in your free time now, you’ve completely abandoned us, this has nothing to do with jealousy.”
As the words came out, she prayed he believed them.
She prayed she believed them.
———
January 2nd, 1974
After winter break, James called an emergency meeting. They all knew what it was about before he even opened his mouth. The mood had grown incredibly dark, mimicking the desolate icy landscape outside of the castle windows; the war was drawing closer.
“He’s gaining followers at an alarming rate,” James spoke lowly from the end of his bed, the rest of them piled around the dorm room, faces grim as he spilled everything he had found out about the war from his parents.
“There’s been more attacks, more than the Prophet is reporting,” Peter chimed in from his bed, gripping a pillow tightly to his chest.
“Dad thinks they’re afraid to write anything more, scared of retaliation,” James frowned.
Across the room, Sirius was staring at him, stone-faced. She knew he was thinking of his family, and whether or not they were involved in any of this. The urge to go over and sit with him surged forward, but her legs felt like cement, her body heavy with dread.
“What about our side? Can we help?” She frankly had no idea what kind of use a bunch of teenagers would be, but she had to try.
James shook his head, running a frustrated hand through his unruly hair, “No, I ask Mum and Dad constantly. They tell me to focus on school, and enjoying my time at Hogwarts.”
After a few quiet minutes, Peter shifted uncomfortably on his bed.
“Is it true what they’re saying…that you-know-who is recruiting…dark creatures?”
From behind her, Remus bristled, sitting upright from his lounging position on the bed.
She’d never wanted to kill anyone more than she wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew in that moment.
James shot him a reproachful look, and from Pete’s expression he had clearly realized his mistake.
“What do you mean by ‘dark creatures’…” Remus asked cautiously, eyes narrowing.
She reached over and placed a calming hand on his leg, mentally pleading with him to relax.
James cleared his throat awkwardly, “He’s been reported to be recruiting vampires, some giants, and…”
“Just say it, Potter,” Remus growled.
“Remus, please,” she whispered.
“No, I want to hear him say it. I want to hear what other dark, dangerous creatures we should be on the lookout for.”
James held up his hands in defeat, “Mate, it’s not like that—“
“Say it!” Remus stood up, and she could see that his hands were shaking.
“…werewolves. He’s recruiting werewolves. There’s been an increase in attacks—“
Before James could finish, Remus was storming out.
“Way to go, you fuckin knob,” Sirius chucked a pillow at Peter’s head.
She quickly jumped off the bed and followed him down the stairs, calling his name while he exited through the portrait hole.
“Remus, please, wait!” She was out of breath from trying to keep up with his long strides.
“Leave me alone,” he grumbled, never breaking gait to look at her.
She let out a fake laugh, “We both know that’ll never happen.”
Continuing on, she jogged to finally come within arms reach. Launching forward, she hugged him tightly from behind, forcing him to stop walking. They stood in the empty corridor silently, with her face pressed against his back, arms snaked around his middle, while he stared ahead fuming.
Eventually, she felt him soften, hands finding their way to grip hers. She let go, and he spun around to face her, pulling her back in for a proper embrace.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair, “It’s just…hard to be reminded of what I am sometimes…”
“…and what exactly are you, Remus?” She pressed her cheek into his chest.
“Dangerous. A monster—a dark creature…something that certainly shouldn’t be allowed in functioning society—“
“Remus John Lupin,” she looked up at him, eyes hard and demanding, “You are the antithesis of all of those. You’re my safe person, the one I trust more than anything. You’d never let anything happen to any of us.”
“Those people…the ones they’re attacking. He’s trying to build an army,” Remus’ voice was strained as he said it.
Her blood ran cold.
Forcing herself to speak, she gripped the back of his shirt for stability, “He can’t guarantee they’ll join him though, just because they were changed doesn’t mean they’re automatically on his side. They’re still people, they still have free will and a good conscious—” she looked back up at him, “—even if they’ve been dealt a shitty hand.”
“Regardless, he’s ripping their lives out from under them. There’s no resources for them, there’s no future. It’s not like the ministry is lining up to hire people like me,” his laugh was dry and emotionless, “The only option is to find any semblance of stability and hope it sticks.”
She felt him hug tighter, knowing that along with the other boys, they were the only stable thing in his life. She thought of four-year-old Remus, transforming alone for the first time; his tiny screams of agony ricocheting off the walls of the cage a father built to contain his son. The confusion he must’ve felt, the fear; she didn’t understand how he had survived, more so—she didn’t understand why the rest of world had no sympathy.
“It’ll be different, I promise,” she whispered, burying her face into his chest to stop the tears from forming, “I’ll fix it, I’ll fix all of it.”
Remus shook his head, “You can’t promise that. Werewolf Support Services at the ministry are almost non-existent, and you can’t reap any of them unless you’re registered anyway, which is problematic at best.”
“I know that, which is why I’m going to fix it,” the statement was punctuated with finality as she pulled back to look at her friend, “After school, I plan on working for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, specifically the Being Division. I want to reform the entire Werewolf Support branch, I want to make the actual change that is so long overdue.”
Remus stared down at her, eyes searching hers for any bit of humor or anything to let him know she was joking. He found nothing but sincerity.
“When did you decide this?”
She shrugged, “Last year. You saw my elective choices, remember? How did you not put it together?”
He grabbed her face in both hands, “You don’t need to do this for me…”
“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for all of them, all of the innocent lives altered by this terrible affliction, but also by the stigmatization the ministry enforces.”
Remus smiled slowly, kissing her forehead, “How did I get so lucky to have someone like you?”
“Right place, right time, I guess,” she giggled, wrapping him into another hug.
———
March 9th, 1974
“Ugh, gross—“
“How long is it going to go on for?”
“Are they even breathing?”
Sirius and Mary had been going at it by the fireplace for the entirety of Remus’ birthday party, much to the disgust of the rest of the common room. The only person who didn’t seem to mind was James, who was too preoccupied in planning his next move on Lily Evans. From the sofa, he stared dopily at her across the room. She was with Marlene near the entrance, laughing at a joke that Frank Longbottom was currently enchanting them with. When she caught James staring, her entire expression dropped into an icy scowl, spinning so that the only view he would get was the back of her head.
Watching the entire thing, Remus patted James sympathetically on the shoulder, “Tough luck mate.”
“Little does she know, I could stare at the back of her head all day and never tire,” nothing fazed James Potter. He was hopeless.
She rolled her eyes just as Mary shifted to straddle Sirius on the rug, “I need to get out of here, there’s too much…obsession happening in this tower.”
Remus rose when she did, “Wanna go upstairs? I’ve got a hidden stash of Honeydukes.”
“Oh! That sounds great, I can give you your birthday present too!” She grabbed her bag off the floor and followed Remus upstairs.
Flopping down on his bed, she searched the contents of the bag for a carefully folded parcel. From the foot of the bed, Remus tossed boxes of chocolate onto the quilt as he found them buried in his trunk.
Finally procuring the expertly folded bundle of parchment, she held it out excitedly to him as he sat across the bed.
Remus shook it jokingly, “What is it?”
“Just open it, dummy.”
He carefully unfolded the parchment to reveal an intricately inked map of Hogwarts, including the hidden passageways they had found. He traced his finger over a delicately drawn picture of the Whomping Willow.
“No offense, but the original map was extremely chaotic. I figured if you’re going to make it more advanced, the foundation needed to be cleaner and cohesive…none of that frantic sketching you had done,” she explained, reaching over to open a chocolate frog.
Remus stared at the map, speechless. After a few silent moments, he mustered out a muted question, “How did you do it?”
“Oh, easy. The library has tons of maps and illustrations of the layout of the castle and grounds, obviously without the tunnels we know of. I added those in from memory.”
“This is…this is brilliant…” he was still tracing the hallways diligently.
“The best part,” she leaned over to point at Gryffindor Tower, “Look at the common room.”
Tiny dots were inked near where the fireplace would be, each one labeled with a name of their friends: James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black. She watched as his eyes searched for the dorms, smiling when he saw their names as well on two matching dots.
“I just did us, to see if it would even work. You lot can do the rest, I’m not going to start cataloging the entire student body,” she laughed.
Remus looked at her in awe as he laid the map between them.
“This is amazing, you’re—you’re amazing…” his eyes gleamed in the dim light of the dormitory, the music downstairs seeping through the crack of the door as she beamed back.
“It’s not much but—“ she started.
“—shut up, it’s fantastic,” he grinned, “I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too, Rem, happy birthday.”
Even in the low light of the room, she could see his eyes flash gold.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, causing a blush to creep into her cheeks.
Her heart began to pick up speed, as Remus leaned closer.
“Can I try something?” He spoke softly, eyes searching for a confirmation.
She nodded slowly as he placed his lips to hers.
Remus was warm. He was steady, with a mix of delicacy and restrained strength that put her heartbeat at ease. Chocolate swirled with cinnamon and butterscotch. He was solace. He was familiar. There was no rush, no urgency to the kiss. But most importantly: there was no substance. There was no spark.
They pulled back simultaneously, staring at one another in question.
After a few tense seconds, Remus spoke, “Did it—“
“—Feel like you were kissing a sibling? Yes.”
They both burst into laughter.
He reached over and grabbed her hand, “I do love you though, that’ll never change, even if it’s not…romantic.”
She smiled, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on his cheek, secretly thankful that their relationship wasn’t in danger of changing. For a fleeting moment, she thought of Sirius.
She wondered if he felt as hollow when he kissed Mary.
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Meet our newest set of skeletons! The drakeswap sisters!
Hilda (drakeswap sans):
She’s the older sister at 56 years old. Hilda stands at 5’6 feet tall and is a feminine skeleton monster with a chirpy sweet voice and sky blue eyes. She has a strong muscular ecto, tall curved horns horns and large clawed wings
Hilda is a confident and assertive monster. She’s a natural born leader and her cheerful demeanor makes others flock to her. She’s charismatic and popular. Her cheer and kindness can commonly be mistaken as innocence, but that’s not the case. Hilda is very good at reading people and isn’t so easily caught of guard by flattering or tricks.
Hilda is an artist at heart. She is an architect who loves drawing up beautiful building designs as well as public parks and gardens. She is the creator of the national library’s building and has done a couple of the school buildings on ebott cities college campus.
As a draconic monster, Hilda has the ability to lay down runes. She’s very skilled at it but prefers to use the drakefells guilds runes for her commissioned buildings. She uses her own for personal projects
Her special ability is ten second strength. For roughly ten seconds, she can give herself the strength of a golem monster. However it has a cooldown of nearly three hours so she has to use it wisely
Her magic weapon is a large spiked mace that doubles as a construction hammer. She normally uses it for that
Hobbies: architectural design, wrestling, watching wrestling matches, weightlifting, body building, horseback riding, hiking, rock climbing, loud unruly rock concerts
Favorite items: the color blood red, punk rock, dandelions, sports face paint, horses, craft beers, hot dogs, fancy drafting paper, goofy wrestling masks
Saga (drakeswap papyrus)
Saga is the younger sister at 40 years old and is a fairly tall skeleton monster standing at 6’6. She’s a feminine monster with a gentle soft voice and an elegant slender frame. She has apricot orange magic, small nub horns and smooth wings
Saga is an elegant and refined lady. She’s kind, but a bit strict when it comes to following the rules to her sisters annoyance lol. She’s a very warm and inviting person and quite chatty if you ask her about any of her many many interests. She gives off a real motherly air which is funny since she’s real awkward with children
Saga is the main librarian of ebotts temple grounds and history center. She handles filing and the maintenance of all the old documents as well as who’s allowed access to them. She’s also a bit of a manager too, handling staff schedules as well as hiring.
As a draconic monster, saga has the ability to lay down runes. She’s not terribly strong despite having hundreds of designs memorized, so she has to rely on other Drake monsters.
Her special ability is night vision. Her eyes glow blue when she uses it
Her magic weapon is a simple staff that she honestly uses more as a custom walking stick. She’s not an athlete lol
Hobbies: book binding, ballroom dancing, watching wrestling matches, horse care and horseback riding, history, earth science, astronomy, research, collecting old legal documents
Loved items: the color white, day lilies, classical music, beautiful evening dresses, gloves, cheese and crackers, her retired draft horse paisley.
And side characters:
Idun: drakeswap toriel and the grandmother of Hilda and saga. Idun is an intelligent and brave monster loved by her subjects. She works closely with the medical field in researching cures for soul and genetic diseases. She’s also the only royal who’s a survivor of dimming
Eir: a slender skeleton monster, mother of kvasir and the soulmate of Idun. Eir is drakeswaps royal scientist and the head of the dimming research team
Tyr: drakeswap Asgore. He’s only recently taken up the mantle of a royal in order to split his sisters workload. He does more of her basic duties like the paperwork and press conferences.
Kvasir: drakeswap gaster, saga and Hilda’s father, and the retired head librarian, now happy children’s story time grandpa. He’s getting in years and wants to spend his retirement days relaxing and sometimes showing up on weekends to read stories to the kids who go on field trips to the temple grounds. He’s a gentle and elegant fellow who adores his daughters.
Jenn: a soft grey coated goat monster, kvasir’s soulmate and the sisters mother. Jenn owns a rather fancy wedding catering business and is a classy monster, but she is easily fed up all the stuffy rules of the royals. She’s glad her soulmates and kids aren’t required to be part of it.
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Summary.3
After taking the papers that Allisae had left in the library, Jai and Enoch(@soulsxng) give the Tengmen Emperor(@arcxnumvitae) and his companion temporary wings. They all begin toward the East Castle.
Wrenn, Qai(@soulsxng), Chercia, and Jinx(@fatestouch) make it to the East Castle. Jinx, along with the other imperials guards, are given a magical communication from Charidynn to hunt down Tahariel and to find/closely guard Allisae and her children.
Charidynn and Rylenn are drawn to the South Castle, where they it is believed that Tahariel was shot down, though in actuality it was Hatius and Lazuli(@desiderium-eden)
Unplanned fireworks begin going off around the Aegis.
Kyrie stirs.
Edmund and Souji(@akumanoken) head to a lower corridor that leads to the lower tiers of the Aegis, toward the airship ports. While Edmund is looking for his hidden teleportation rune, Tristan finds thems and stabs Edmund. Tristan attempts to torture and kill Souji, but he is ultimately saved by Zahine and Melchior(@soulsxng). Edmund, terrified by his brother, finds the teleportation rune and leave Souji behind.
Simni(@soulsxng), with Lily, rejoins Tahariel and the group, who are beginning to move. It was eventually decided that, for the time being, they would be taking Minglian(@arcxnumvitae) with them.
Wrenn, Qai, Chercia, and Jinx finally join up with Tahariel and Allisae again. Chercia, with her attention focused on Tahariel, attempts to question him about their relation, however she is interrupted by the a tower on the North Castle behind her exploding.
Mikhail(@desiderium-eden) manages to find Lazuli, and he convinced her to fly her back to the main palace of the Aegis to find Kyrie.
Yukaine tries to convince Xiaodan(@arcxnumvitae) to join up with him so they could "get to the bottom of what was going on together", until they notice the explosion at the North Castle.
Zhifeng(@arcxnumvitae) manages to find Meihui( @arcxnumvitae ) after witnessing the explosion.
After making his way to his airship and tending to his wound, Edmund sets off to flee the Aegis.
#{ gilded cages } imperial au#(( let me know if I missed anything or got it wrong!)#(( though I can't find the post/thread where it says Enoch and Jai gave Huaxiu temp wings ))#(( I'm pretty positive I saw it sdafasdf ))#(( or am I remembering wrong?? ))
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Because We Are Made of Dreams (II)
Chapter 2 : Kiss and Resolutions
Hello!! Here is chapter 2 for my rewriting of my first fic ever!! Things are slowly set into motion…. I hope you like this new chapter!
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Pairings: Sirius Black x Original Female Character + Jily
Warnings for this chapter: None! Just cute and… nothing particular, really, just setting things into motion.
Warnings for the series: graphic depictions of violence and torture, graphic depiction and mentions of child abuse, mature themes.
Summary: The Marauders come back to Hogwarts to begin their sixth year there, and many things will change for them during these coming months. Outside the safety of their school, the world is growing darker. Inside the Castle, they'll find both new friends and enemies.
Word Count: 5895
"Potions and then Divination,” James announced, letting the sheet of paper fall right into his plate. "I think they're trying to kill us..."
The first day of classes was always a busy one. In the Great Hall, it was time for an early breakfast spent chatting with friends, meeting new people, and most of all it was time to discover the timetables that would organize their lives for the entire year. And sometimes, students were everything but satisfied about it all…
"And again the Slytherins in Potions," muttered Sirius, "It's like they actually want get us into trouble. I mean, haven't they realised yet that it's never a good idea to put us all in the same room?"
Remus nodded, barely touching his food. The full moon was only a week away, and he was already beginning to feel the first effects of his monthly transformations.
“Some of them are alright, though,” Peter tried to cheer his friends up. “Meg’s very nice!”
“I know, Wormtail, I am aware,” Sirius mumbled, chasing his remark away with a quick gesture of the hand. “When I talk about the Slytherins, I mean the idiotic ones.”
“The wannabe Death Eaters,” James nodded, shoving a mouthful of pancake into his mouth.
“And sadly, there are quite a few of these here,” Remus heaved a sigh. “I’ve heard that Jackson - the seventh-year Ravenclaw, you know? – I’ve heard he wants to be a part of it too, after he passes his NEWTs.”
“How nice,” Peter groaned, a dark expression passing on his face, before he would take a sip of pumpkin juice.
“I’m giving us two classes with Snivellus and co. before it all goes to shit,” Sirius predicted, shoving some egg and bacon into his mouth.
“Yeah, well… we’ll see,” Remus shook his head, taking a tiny bite out of his toast. “What else do we have on Mondays?”
While the Marauders were busy talking about their timetables, Clara, Alice and Marlene came to sit next to the four boys, filling the last spots still available around the Gryffindor table.
Professor McGonagall handed them their timetables as well, and Alice soon let out a moan.
“Divination…” she groaned, desperate.
“You should have taken Ancient Runes,” Clara chanted to annoy her some more, until Alice shoved her away. They two of them let out a merry laugh.
Alice was distracted from thoughts of her terrible class though, when her boyfriend took the empty seat next to hers, and dropped a sweet kiss on her forehead.
“Where’s Lils?” he asked, looking around with a frown.
"She's coming. She still had some things to… organize… plan… schedule… or whatever," Clara answered with a vague gesture that clearly indicated that she had no interest in whatever Lily was busy with at the moment.
Casually listening to the girls’ conversation, Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle at Clara’s disgusted expression.
"Now… are you telling us that you’re unorganized, Clearwater?" Sirius asked in a mocking tone, his mouth full of bacon again.
"Very much so," Clara admitted.
“I thought you’d be like Evans: uptight.”
Clara was about to answer, an amused smile on her lips, when she was interrupted by Marlene suddenly grabbing her by the arm
"Oh! Love is in the air..." said Marlene excitedly.
They all followed her gaze towards the doors. Indeed, Liam and Lily were talking, standing on the threshold of the Great Hall. The girl nodded, blushing and grinning, and finally headed towards her friends at the Gryffindor table, whilst Liam was joining the Ravenclaws. Lily sat down next to her friends as if nothing had happened, but no one around the table was fooled.
"All right, spit it out, Lils! Now!" ordered Alice.
"He just wanted to talk to me," the prefect answered, picking up a toast in the most casual fashion she could manage.
"And...?" her three friends encouraged her in unison.
"And... we're going to take a walk at noon."
Marlene was so excited that she almost emptied the bottle of pumpkin juice all over Peter.
"Girls, you really are ridiculous, " Lily admonished, but she couldn’t refrain her grin.
She suddenly stopped eating, her fork halfway between her plate and her mouth.
"Do you think I should wear lipstick?" she asked bluntly.
The boys all rolled their eyes, all of them listening to the girls’ conversation by now.
"Pink!" Clara answered in an instant.
"Red!" replied also Alice, in chorus with Clara.
The two girls exchanged a look, before focusing again on Lily.
"Definitely red!" confirmed Alice. "Your lips are perfect, Lils, show them!"
"Don't trust her," replied Clara. "It's not an official date, is it?"
"No, we're just going to talk," Lily shook her head, taking a bite into her toast.
"Then follow this crucial rule of make up: "no date, no red"!"
"This rule is bullshit, Clara," Alice fired back.
The young witch narrowed her eyes and pointed her fork at Alice.
"It's one of my Mum's rules, it's not bullshit! By the way, here is the explanation: it's not an official date, you're just going to talk with him, which means that there is a high probability for nothing to happen at all. After all, you could realise that he doesn't want the same thing as you, that he’s jerk... whatever. In this case you will not want your lips to be irresistible, quite the contrary. But, if everything goes fine, and you want something to happen, you will need lipstick. So, wear pink lipstick. And by pink lipstick I am obviously referring to this lovely one you have, you know the very light one..."
"I don't have any bright pink anyway," Lily smiled.
She seemed to think for a moment, eating slowly, before she could take a decision.
"Sorry Alice, but Clara's right. Pink lipstick it is."
"But Lils, your lipstick is not even pink, it's too discreet!"
"Discretion is good for you, 'cause it's leaving you a way out," replied Clara.
Lily shook her head.
"Pink lipstick, definitely."
James was still half-listening to the girls' conversation, half-listening to the debate that had resumed between Peter and Remus concerning their classes of the day. Had he been asked about the matter, he would have told her not to wear any lipstick at all. She was already perfect, and she didn't need red or pink lipstick to improve the delicate curves of her lips. He always wanted to kiss them anyway…
He shook these thoughts away. He had to stop thinking like this. James had taken a decision, an important one, and he needed to stick to it. Lily was the past. Lily was the past. Lily was the past...
The ginger girl finally took a look at her time table.
"Potions and Ancient Runes, which means Divination for you two."
Alice groaned again.
"Oh, come on Alice, it's not that bad," Frank laughed at his girlfriend.
"It is," Sirius joined in. "It is and has always been utter bullshit."
"Why did you take this class then?" asked Marlene.
Sirius pointed an accusing finger at James, and the four girls rolled their eyes.
"Your problem, Alice, is that you're too honest in Divination," stated Clara. "You have to make things up!"
"I don't know how! What would you do?"
Clara heaved a dramatic sigh, and her four friends already had amused smiles on their faces, knowing that whatever she was going to say next ought to make them all laugh. It was a talent of hers, really.
"I don't know, Alice, I can't answer that question. You have finally discovered my darkest secret: I have the Inner Eye, and I can prove it."
"Prove it then!" Sirius challenged her, already chuckling.
Clara closed her eyes, throwing back her head and making her hands tremble above the table. She took a deep and theatrical tone.
"I see... I see that Lily is going to burn her tongue with her tea..."
At the same moment Lily choked and put her napkin on her mouth, tightly closing her eyes. She had clearly burnt herself with her tea…
They all burst into laughter.
"See? Nothing complicated really," Clara winked.
“How did you know I’d do that?” Lily frowned, but stopped her friend when she was about to answer, knowing all she would receive as an answer was some teasing. “Actually, you know what? Never mind…”
They all laughed again, and for the first time in years, all the Gryffindors enjoyed their breakfast together in a merry gathering.
After breakfast, they all headed together towards the dungeons. It was a bit weird to walk with the boys, but it turned out to be quite pleasant. It was a nice surprise to start their first day. James and Lily barely spoke to each other, and so the girl didn't scowl at him, nor made a scene. And James chose not to ask the girl anything, and merely enjoyed the casual conversations that crossed the group. Clara was grateful, as she was enjoying her own conversation with Sirius. It turned out that he wasn’t as superficial and childish as she had thought he was. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad, after all…
They were walking down the magical staircase, holding the railings as it turned smoothly to the left, pivoting while suspended in mid-air. They had barely reached the entrance of the corridor, leaving the stairs behind, when they passed by a group of fourth-year students. Most of them were Slytherins, but there were a couple of Ravenclaws and Gryffindors as well. Sirius froze at the sight of a dark-haired boy in their midst, sporting the green and silver colours of the Slytherin house. It took him a few seconds to muster the will to walk again, but he did so anyway, following his friends. Clara had stopped to wait for him, a frown on her brow, but she asked nothing. She followed Sirius’ stare instead, glued onto the Slytherin boy, and she was quite taken aback by the striking resemblance between the two teenagers: this boy was an almost-identical replica of Sirius, only two years younger.
Sirius walked past him.
"Reg."
He nodded his head to his younger brother, but Regulus only replied with a disdainful look and strode away, without another look towards Sirius.
The Gryffindor clenched his jaw, looking over his shoulder to stare at his younger brother as he disappeared up the stairs.
"Your brother?" Clara asked.
"Yeah..."
Sirius had managed to avoid Regulus on the train and at the feast the previous night. Though it was obvious that he couldn't escape from his little brother forever in this way-too-small castle, Sirius had hoped that their first confrontation since he had run away from his parent's house would be delayed as much as possible. And he couldn’t hide it, the way it still hurt to have his younger brother look at him this way. Because this… this wasn’t Sirius’s fault. None of it was…
"He didn't seem very happy to see you," Clara added.
"Long story."
She noticed that he Sirius didn’t seem eager to speak about it, so she dropped it. Instead, she picked up the conversation where they had left it, and asked him again about his favourite Queen song. Sirius smiled. He felt grateful for it.
When both James and Remus turned towards him, wearing worried frowns, he gave them a reassuring nod.
He would be alright. He was always alright.
Lily could feel Severus’s stare burning a hole in her skull, and she hated it.
After what had happened at the end of the previous year, she couldn’t be his friend anymore. She couldn’t talk to him, let alone sit next to him and partner with him for this class. After all, he had insulted her; he had betrayed her, in more ways than one.
His loss. She was determined to not let him ruin her new year at Hogwarts.
She was now sitting next to Marlene, but she couldn’t ignore the disappointment in the Slytherin’s eyes as she walked past him, as she took her seat next to her Gryffindor friend. She couldn’t ignore the way he stared at her now.
And she hated it. She hated it because it made her feel guilty, when none of this was her fault. He was the one who had fucked up, insulting her, becoming friends with people who looked down on her as their inferior, at best; as some kind of vermin to get rid of, at worst. She couldn’t be his friend anymore, and it wasn’t her fault. He had no rights to glare at her like this, as if she was the one making the other suffer…
She tried to focus again on the task at hand, writing down the ingredients for the first potion they would study this year.
Moonstone, seaweeds, dried grass…
She had noticed Avery sitting down next to Severus. And Avery was not a kind person at all. He was part of the most fervent followers of Voldemort’s ideology in the school.
What was Severus doing with this kind of people?
She shook her head, copied the list of ingredients written on the blackboard again.
Mandrake, salt, a pinch of silver dust…
She hated herself for feeling guilty, as if she was abandoning him, somehow. She wanted to believe he could still be saved, but what was the point? Over and over again, it seemed, he kept on proving her wrong.
Was it truly selfish, then, to push him out of her life? He could only bring darkness, and there was enough fear and hurt outside the protective walls of the school. No, it wasn’t selfish to push him away. He was the one who was wrong, she reckoned she had been patient enough with him. If he wanted to follow the wrong path, it was his choice. She would be sad for him, still. Maybe, one day, he would realize how wrong he had been…
Again, her quill wrote down instructions, although her brain wasn’t registering any information for now, it was too busy thinking about the past.
Stir for fifteen minutes until the concoction becomes grey.
She heard some quiet laughs coming from somewhere behind her, and wasn’t surprised when she caught Sirius and James trying their best to stifle their laughter. She saw Remus glimpsing over his shoulder too, and shaking his head at his two friends, amused, while Peter smiled at the mere sound of his friends’ quiet laughter.
It was strange to start her sixth year spending time with these guys, but James seemed willing to let her be and it was a great improvement, for sure. And then, there was Liam, that she was about to take a walk with, and maybe… maybe he would be her boyfriend by the end of the day.
It was a crazy year already, for sure… full of surprises.
The lesson passed by rather quickly, even though it was a little dull. But as she was throwing her bag on her shoulder, Slughorn asked Lily to stay for a moment. She couldn’t refrain a wince as he asked Severus to do the same. The teacher waited for his classroom to be empty to speak to his two students.
"Why aren't you two partnering anymore?" he asked, crossing his arms before him. “The two of you work so well together, it’s a shame!”
"It's personal, professor," Lily answered quickly, so Snape would not have a chance to give his own excuse, "I don't think I can work with him anymore, that's all."
"Well, I'm quite sad to hear this. Is everything alright, though, Ms. Evans?"
"I'm sorry, professor. But yes, everything is fine. I simply don’t want to work with Severus for now."
Slughorn seemed to hesitate, but chose to drop the subject. Next to Lily, Snape was remaining silent, but he clenched his fists, hiding the gesture behind his back.
"Well, off you go then,” their teacher added with a smile. “It doesn't matter very much I guess, and you can't be late for class on your first day, not on my account!"
The two students exited the room in silence. It was heavy, painfully so. Too much to last for too long. Severus ended up taking a deep breath, before trying one more time to convince her…
"Lils..."
"Sev, don’t,” she quickly interrupted him, unwilling to listen to arguments she had heard a hundred times before. “There's nothing you can say that will make me forgive you for what you did last year. You insulted me and humiliated me in front of the whole school..."
"I'm sorry, Lils. How many times will I have to apologise?"
She stopped walking and heaved a deep sigh.
"It's not just about last year, Sev. It's everything. I don't recognise you anymore, and the gang of Slytherins you've become friends with… they aren't good people, and they'll get you into trouble."
"But Potter and his gang won't get you into trouble, will they?" he snapped.
"What?"
"I saw you at breakfast with them this morning, and you came with them to the dungeons. They aren't good people either, Lils! Have you forgotten what they’ve done? What Potter has done?"
"You're acting like you’re jealous again, Sev, and this is another reason why I can't be your friend anymore."
She strode towards the staircase, but she stopped and turned back one last time towards the Slytherin as she was climbing upon the first step.
"And just so you know, James Potter may be something of a git sometimes, but at least he and his friends have nothing against muggleborns, against people like me and my friends. He's annoying, but he doesn't insult me. And he drives me insane, but he’s never been mean to me or tried to control me. So, I guess between the two of you, my choice is easy to make."
She ran up the stairs, fleeing from Severus's hurt gaze.
She felt guilty, terribly so. She hated to see so much pain in the eyes of someone who used to be her friend… And yet, she knew she had taken the right decision. Maybe, one day, things would get better between the two of them. But for now, she couldn’t simply forgive and forget.
Sirius was starting to doze off, partly hidden behind his crystal ball. Their extremely old teacher, Professor Needles, was trying to explain how they could all use this extraordinarily powerful tool to glimpse into their future, but no one was really listening; except for Remus, as always. But as the boy was listening to every class anyway (even History of Magic, and Merlin knew that was the worst), it didn't really count.
The classroom in itself wasn’t helping the bored students to remain focused. It was dimly lit with only a couple of tiny round windows, decorated with stained glass that painted colourful shapes upon the wooden floor. The walls of stone were covered with heavy tapestries, making the air of the room heavy with the dust that settled between the threads. They were old, dusty, and their colours had faded long ago, making some of the images barely readable now.
In this heavy atmosphere, it was hard not to feel tired; and the boring monologue of their teacher, spoken with a monotonous voice, was not helping.
"By the way, Prongs, are you alright?" Peter asked, sitting straighter again, in an attempt to stay awake.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" answered his friend, taking off his glasses and rubbing his sleepy eyes.
"Well, I don't know, Lily and Liam will probably be officially together by the end of the day, so..."
"How delicate, Wormtail, as usual…" Sirius replied dryly, while keeping his eyes closed, his cheekbone resting in his palm.
Peter scowled at him.
"I'm fine, Wormtail, thanks," answered James.
It was a lie, obviously. He wasn't fine at all, actually. How could he be fine? Lily would soon be snogging some stupid Ravenclaw, how could James be alright?
The mere thought of Liam kissing her made him nauseous…
But he was determined to not let any of his feelings show. He was going to get over Lily, and he had no intention to wallow in self-pity. She was moving on, and he was going to do the same. Or well… moving on… He guessed Lily wasn’t moving on, as she had never felt anything for him at all…
He cleared his throat, folding and unfolding the corner of his parchment in a bored gesture. He was fine. Everything was fine…
"You know what, Prongs? You should do the same as Lily," Sirius told him, finally opening his eyes to look at his friend.
"What do you mean?" James questioned him, resting his chin in his palm, still playing absentmindedly with his parchment.
"You should find yourself a girlfriend."
"I’ve already tried this Sirius, remember?” James answered with a wry chuckle. “Many times. And it never works."
Sirius shot him a mischievous smile, a triumphant glint alit in his grey eyes as he sat straighter again and leaned a little above the round table towards his friend.
"Ah, but you’ve tried to heal yourself with snogging and sex… I'm talking about the real thing right now."
"What do you mean?" asked Remus.
Even he couldn't focus too long upon the nonsense their teacher kept on speaking.
"You should try to have a real girlfriend, to have a serious relationship," Sirius added.
James didn't answer. It didn't sound that stupid, actually...
"I mean," Sirius went on, "maybe if you're with someone who actually wants to be with you, you'll want to be with her too after a while. And then, you'll forget Lily."
James nodded slowly.
"That's a good idea, I reckon."
"It's weird, but sounds logical," agreed Remus.
“I’m a little hurt that you both seem surprised by the fact that I’m having a brilliant idea.”
“Those are pretty rare, coming from you,” Remus teased him, owning himself a playful glare.
"Now, we have to find you a girl, Prongs,” Sirius stated with a bright grin on his lips. “Operation HGP is on!"
"Operation what?" asked Peter.
"H.G.P: Hot Girl for Prongs."
The four boys chuckled, choking on their own laughter as they tried to remain as quiet as possible. But their teacher kept on monologuing, and he didn’t notice a thing. He was slowly pacing through the classroom, his dark robe making a soft sound as it brushed upon the floor at every step.
"I know, I'm the best with codenames," said Sirius, "no need to remind me."
"You're the best, Pads," agreed James.
"Or the most idiotic, it depends on the point of view," replied Remus mockingly.
They doubled over with laughter, choking as they tried to remain as silent as possible.
But as they grew calmer again, James grew unusually weary, his shoulders slumping down as if a heavy weight had been thrown onto them.
"Do you think she will go out with this jerk?" he asked his friends, staring blankly at the crystal ball in front of him.
"I'm afraid there's a rather high probability for her to accept, Prongs," Remus answered slowly, a sad smile full of compassion on his features.
James sighed, straightening his glasses.
"Well, operation H.G.P. it is, then."
He smiled, but didn’t manage to fully hide his sadness, while he kept on staring at his crystal ball, wondering what would happen at noon...
He saw her coming his way across the grass. The sun was blue and bright despite the heavy rain from the previous night. The air still smelled of it though, of the raindrops that covered the earth and grass and trees for a while. The ground was still a little muddy, but Lily didn’t seem to care as she strode towards him, shooting him a bright smile as she spotted him. It was quiet in the grounds: a gentle breeze drawing ripples and strange patterns across the lake; in the distance, the Whomping Willow slowly swayed; a steady white smoke escaped towards the sky from Hagrid’s hut.
And as she walked closer to him, Liam reckoned that Lily truly was beautiful in this September sun…
She joined him by the Lake, at last. He noticed that she looked nervous, her freckled cheeks slightly coloured with a blush.
They spent some time casually chatting about their summer holidays, about their first classes of the morning. But Liam was becoming more and more nervous with each passing minute. So, when the conversation died down by itself after a while, he slowed down their pace, lingering on a spot of the shores of the lake where merpeople sometimes dwelled during the summer.
It was empty now though, a patch of pebbles and sand bordered by high grass and calm water.
She turned to him, frowning a little as if to silently ask him what this was about. He took a deep breath, and dived, even though his voice was uncertain and a little weak.
“We should talk about what happened yesterday."
Lily nodded, but didn't say anything. She looked down at the ground instead, clearly nervous now.
"All right, I guess it's better if I'm direct," Liam announced.
He inhaled sharply, trying to control his shaky voice, to gather his courage, to calm his crazy nerves...
"I really like you, Lily,” he blurted out the words as if he was afraid to grow too scared to speak them out loud again if he waited, if he tried to say it in a more delicate way. “And… I'd really like you to give me a chance."
"You do like me?" Lily cautiously asked him, looking up at him once more.
Her gaze was intense and hypnotic, made of vivid shades of green under the bright sun. The Ravenclaw had to force himself to answer.
"I do. And yesterday, it felt like you liked me too, right?"
Lily blushed hard, but nodded.
"I like you too,” she confessed, her words passing slowly her lips, as if with reluctance. “But... I would be lying if I claimed that I’m confident with all this. So, I don't want us to go too fast... Now, that being said… I’m really happy with what happened yesterday on the train."
Liam grinned at her. She was wearing a discreet, but beautiful pink lipstick, and her lips were even more tempting in this shade. He was sure that she wasn't wearing it that morning, she had probably put it on just before meeting him… for him. His grin doubled in size at the thought.
"It's fine by me. I mean… I get it. I’m not particularly used to this either, so… We should take things slow. But I'd love it if you wanted to be my girlfriend, Lils."
She smiled, nodding again.
"I'd love that too," she answered, blushing even more.
He smiled, his voice soft and gentle when he asked his next question.
"Is it alright if I kiss you right now?"
She nodded once more, and he took her face in his hands, kissed her softly on the lips by the shore of the calm Lake.
"SO?" Marlene asked the moment Lily sat at the Gryffindor table at lunch.
Lily didn't answer, but her grin and the reddening of her cheeks spoke volumes. Her three friends almost shouted in the middle of the Great Hall, causing their classmates to look at them. Frank almost choked on his chicken as he started laughing.
"I told you to wear red lipstick!" Alice winked, full of mischief.
"Pink was perfect," Lily replied with a laugh.
"So, you finally have a boyfriend. Definitely not too soon..." commented Marlene.
Lily threw some bread at her friend, shushing her.
"It's weird though that James hasn’t said anything about it," Alice pointed out. "Even this morning when we were talking about you and Liam in front of him, he didn't react at all."
"I hope it stays that way,” Lily answered in a sigh. “I'm tired of his stupid game, really."
"You know, I was thinking about this and…" Clara said slowly, choosing carefully her words. "I'm not sure that it was just a game anymore. Yesterday, he asked on the train what was going on between you and Liam, and he really did look hurt when I told him you were close."
But Lily rolled her eyes.
"It just hurts his monumental ego that he couldn't change my mind. He doesn't care about me, Clara. I'm a challenge, that's all, and he was disappointed because he didn't win."
"I don't know, Lils, I think he's more honest than you think about you two," replied Frank.
"No, he's not. Trust me, he's not."
Frank and Clara shrugged. After all, Lily didn’t like James, and she had chosen, Liam who seemed to be a nice guy. He was a prefect, he was a safe choice, he seemed to suit the girl quite well. As Clara glanced over at the Marauders further down the table, they were laughing and joking merrily, as if nothing was wrong. She shrugged again, focusing on her mashed potatoes. Maybe Lily was right. Maybe it was nothing serious at all...
James took out a bottle of ink, a quill and a piece of parchment.
He was sitting with the rest of the Marauders in the empty space at the centre of their dorm. It was night already, they were coming back from dinner in the Great Hall. But it was not time to sleep, the Marauders had some work to do.
It was a tradition, really. As Remus passed the bag of jelly beans to Peter, he couldn’t refrain a smile. It was nice to have these rituals with the boys. It made him feel at home. It made them all feel like they were more family than mere friends…
Since their second year, the four boys gathered like this after their first day of class, sitting on the wooden floor while eating treats, in order to write down their list of resolutions for the year. The list would then be hanged next to Remus’s bedpost, and he was the one in charge to remind the group of the missions they decided to fulfill before the next summer break.
James cleared his throat, dipping the tip of his quill into the dark ink.
"All right, fire away!"
Behind him, Frank closed his curtains, laughing softly and thanking himself for the sound-proofing spell he had cast on the curtains during his third year. This spell really was saving his life... or well, his nights at least...
"I'll start the list with 'getting over Lily Evans', I reckon it's an important point," James added, half-joking as he began to write. “What else?"
"No Exploding Snap for Peter in the dorms," said Remus.
"Hey!" Peter protested, but he was quickly interrupted by James.
"No Wormtail, Moony's right. You really did scare us last year when you set your curtains on fire..."
The boy added Remus's remark to their annual list of resolutions, straightening his lopsided glasses.
"Don't accept students in their second year on the Quidditch team," said Sirius wisely.
James nodded and wrote it down, sadly remembering how the second-year boy he had selected the past year had vomited on his broomstick at the beginning of their first match…
"Clean up the dorm," said Remus.
Sirius and James looked up at him with surprise.
"You still have hope? After five years?"
Remus sighed.
"Write it down anyway," said Peter. “For Moony.”
James shrugged and bent over the parchment again. He ran a hand through his messy hair as he quickly went through the list.
"Prepare a good prank against the Slytherins before the end of September," James added.
His three friends enthusiastically nodded.
"Spend more time with the girls," said Sirius.
They all frowned at him.
"Which girls?" asked Peter.
"The Gryffindors, of course. Who else could I be talking about?”
Remus rolled his eyes, annoyed.
"Padfoot, we've already talked about that, and there's only one tiny rule concerning your passion for girls and boys you must follow: do not touch the Gryffindor girls in our year. Is that really that complicated?"
Sirius glowered at him.
"I didn't mean that, Moony. I said talking to them, not snogging them. Besides, you’re saying that as if I was only thinking about sex, which is not true at all."
"Why do you want to talk with them anyway?" asked Peter.
Sirius shrugged.
"I don't know, they're okay, I guess. And you can't deny that we had a good time during the trip to Hogwarts yesterday. Clara's funny."
James narrowed his eyes.
"Do you want to talk to the girls or to Clara?"
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"The girls. I'm just pointing out the fact that they might not be as boring as I thought they were."
Remus threw him a stern look.
"Sirius, I know them better than you. And Clara is funny, it's true. And she's clever, and kind-hearted, and she's also a human being whom I appreciate very much. I officially forbid you to try anything with her. Do you understand?"
"Moony, again, I said talk, not snog. She's a Gryffindor in our year, I know, thanks, and I don't intend to 'try anything with her'. I just enjoyed talking with her. It's not like I've been flirting with her, anyway. Why are you so upset?"
"It's not like you usually care about girls, Pads," replied James.
"Okay, you know what, don't write it down. I just meant that we should try to be more friendly with them, and know them better, because we've all enjoyed their company today, but as you seem to think that I can't control myself..."
"That's not what I meant, Padfoot," said Remus. "I just don't want you to hurt her, that's all. She's very pretty after all, and..."
"I didn't say all this because I thought she was pretty, I just genuinely enjoyed talking with her. For Merlin’s sake, I’m not a pervert. I’m not obsessed with sex..."
"So, you don't find her attractive at all?" asked Peter, propping up an eyebrow.
Sirius sighed and shook his head, annoyed.
"Of course, I think she's attractive, Wormtail. I'm not blind. But she's a laugh, I enjoyed myself with her today, and on the train. End of story."
James bent over and started to write.
"Prongs, don't write it down, it'll upset Moony."
"No you're right, Padfoot. We should talk to them more."
"All right. But also write down the fact that Sirius can't touch Clara, nor any of the girls," Remus said.
"Already did."
"I can feel your trust and faith in me, guys," replied Sirius, glowering at them.
"It's not that way, Pads..." said Remus. “I’m just… you can’t handle a relationship, don’t try to deny it. And I know Clara, she wouldn’t settle for anything less. So… just… don’t…”
"It's okay Moony, I understand. I’m well aware of the fact that I’m emotionally unstable.”
“Pads…”
“What? It’s true,” Sirius shrugged, genuinely unphased by the statement. “They’re nice, though.”
“Alright, I’ve written that down,” James nodded, looking up at his friends again. “What else should we put on there?”
They spent most of their night chatting and laughing and joking, while adding another item to their list from to time to time. It was a merry night in the boys’ dormitory.
A good way to start a new year…
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If they all got magic wands what would they be
Ps the wands can be objects like roses and pen only if they have significance to the character
Just a reminder, I have a bit of a back log for asks right now since I was on vacation for over a week. All of the asks are there, I am just taking a bit to answer them.
Dipper: He would most certainly work like some D&D characters and cast from the Journal. It just makes sense.
Mabel: She would cast possibly from a knitting needle or two? She creates sweaters from them after all so why not create magic?
Coraline: She would use a water finding stick thing. She is the water witch.
She would also probably use other little trinkets like the seeing stone.
Wybie: Would it be interesting if he looked through his camera to aim his spells and when he pressed the button to snap a picture, it would cast the spell?
Norman: He can cast through the Sleeping Beauty book but he kind of hates that. It feels wrong. So, he uses other fairytale books or a zombie comic. The zombie comic is a bit harder to use though due to the flimsy pages.
Neil: He uses a Hockey stick like a staff!
Raz: So his is less like a wand due to it being his goggles/aviator hat. He presses a hand to his temple due to him channeling the magic. Putting the goggles on helps him concentrate better.
Alternatively if needed, he will channel a weaker amount of magic through the arrowheads or psitaniom.
Lili: Similar to how Luz’s magic consumes paper, Lili’s consumes plants. The bigger the spell, the more flowers, herbs, e.t.c it consumes.
There was a scary point where Lili was surprised and ticked at someone and she shot a small spell through a trowel though. She doesn’t do that much though since she has more trouble with that.
Wirt: Wirt is more bardic and will use his clarinet to cast spells. He can use other instruments but the clarinet is his go to. Never his voice though. Not again.
Greg: Similarly to Wirt, Greg is also more bardic. He sings to cast spells but does not use instruments. If he uses an instrument, his magic doesn’t come through right.
Beatrice: Bonus Beatrice because I have thoughts! Beatrice isn’t an avid spell caster, she has trouble with it actually, hence her frustration and throwing the rock at the bluebird. She got help from Adelaide due to not being able to cast magic that well. Thus, Beatrice uses magic trinkets such as the scissors.
Luz: Due to not having the sack attached to her heart, Luz casts via runes on paper and the like.
Anne: It would be interesting if Anne casted different spells through cellphone charms. Like, a flower charm lets her grow plants. A cat charm lets her talk to animals or call Domino 2.
Sasha: It would be really neat if her swords were also able to cast magic. Like, she points her sword and she casts magic. Alternatively, her pom poms from cheerleading. She might have adapted upon going to Amphibia and thus discovered that she can cast through swords.
Marcy: Marcy would either go with potions, or give herself a legitimate wand. She is nerdy enough to do so and I love her for that.
Gosh I am loving these magic questions!
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How would you best describe each of your selfships? What aesthetic, things or colors do you remind each of them of? - meggs’s toothless anon
OH GOSH okay uhhhhhh....
Okay, full disclosure, if you're from the server then you are probably vaguely aware from the number I have put as server roles, I have like.....a lot of self ships. So to avoid this being a mile long post, I'm just gonna meander through a handful off the top of my head, many of whom are mentioned only briefly on the server, if at all (most of whom aren't even in my roles). If you had any ship(s) in mind that weren't covered here, please feel free to send a separate ask. Readmore-ing now.
Tim Stoker
Fire, for....reasons > - > (Most of these reasons are nice, but there are also sadder reasons)
In terms of colors....sorta pale yellow, for reasons I can't put my finger on, but. It's how he makes me feel.
Wolf memes/pictures. This isn't necessarily like. Aesthetic. But like. Okay, there's this one meme that's circulating around here--I have it somewhere--and Lili (touyaspeach) agreed that that's just. Him.
Additionally, in that same vein, The Bigfin Squid (Magnapinna). Another one where we just tagged him as a random animal and it stuck.
Almonds. Candied almonds. I'm throwing them at him from across the Archives break room and missing almost every time.
Holding hands, touching hands--like--that sounds weird out of context, but he's an exceptionally touchy person, and for me (touchstarved) that just. That being something just makes me soggy.
He's an autumn ship! So a lot of that gets wrapped up around him. Makes sense, too, given how he's from Spooky Media.
Clavis Lelouch
Well, easy/simple answer--pale lavender and blue grey for colors, because those are his canon colors.
His emblem animal is a leopard, but whenever I think about him, I just feel like I'm getting picked up and swung around like a housecat. And I'm even being nice about it, not even scratching or biting him, though he deserves it.
Lilacs for flower.
Gloved hands--because he almost always wears gloves and I almost always wear gloves, the contrast between that and skin contact is like.....powerful. Big stuff. If that makes sense.
Fancy ring on a necklace chain--that's how I keep my engagement ring safe, given that I don't want to risk it getting any sorta damaged while I work or train (knight).
Tea--it's one of the things he's really good at making--can't make food that seems normal for the life of him, but his tea I really love.
Swords. Easy answer, but in my defense, I *am* a knight in this, and he *is* a practiced fighter.
He's a spring ship.
Gale Dekarios
Purple for color. Easy answer, I know, but.
Also another easy answer--books. Books of all kinds with any kind of thing marking places--scraps of paper, ribbons, proper marks, feathers, gloves.
Stars! Like, constellations and shit. My self-insert is a sailor, so stars are a pretty important thing.
Embroidery in gloves and scarves. During my first winter in Waterdeep, he gets me a pretty scarf embroidered with flowers that matches his, and gloves enchanted to stay warm. I pretend to have forgotten them at home when I just wanna hold his hand when we're out at the market.
Swords. I like swords, in case you can't tell.
There's a lot of really pretty Magic that can fit into an aesthetic, he's so easy to be pretty.
I also like the idea of like....engraving runes or something on metalwork--because I end up taking up enchantment as a hobby and work source after Canon Events and Personal Story Events, so I think that counts as aesthetic.
I'm stealing Tara. Less a matter of aesthetic, just me saying things again.
He's kinda an end-of-autumn, start-of-winter ship.
Azul Ashengrotto
Well, he *is* part of the origin of Bitch Gray. His hair color is kinda like, emblematic of him, alongside purple and black and blue.
He kind of has his own distinct aesthetic, a sorta mob thing, but I'm trying to piece together something distinct from that, at least sorta.
Ink stains on hands. Can't separate from that image.
The dawn--I can't understand why, just. It seems like him.
Simple, delicate and elegant jewelry. Mostly golden.
He's another gloves ship. This one's more about touch/not touch again, because he's also touchstarved, so when we finally get together it's like...dams are open.
Water-dappled light. The sounds of the waves.
Love letters, filled with clumsy, frustrated poetry, sealed and never sent.
He's a spring ship--water getting warmer, the skies getting lighter, kind of just. Hope.
Anders
You know that iridescent green that black feathers can have? Yeah. That green and the black it's on.
He's another one who loves housecats. He gets a big cuddly orange boy, and I will die on this hill.
Dried plants--medicinal, mostly, but also things like pressing flowers in books.
Swords again, but this time with the image in particular of sharpening blades--of work and pride put into who we are, what we do.
Hand-written words. We both do writing, him for his work for mages, mine for simple pleasure.
He's another mage--so you can get Aesthetic Magic shots.
Also, hands. So much of his healing is based around touch, around helping create poultices and tinctures, or around using his magic. So I want to give him a tender touch, too, if he'd let me.
Secrets--hard to put into aesthetic form, I suppose, but. There's a level of trust with each other with secrets afterwards.
He's a winter ship. So he's fireplaces and warm cloaks and ensuring that the other remembered to bring gloves, bundling scarves a little closer.
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"Oi, got a bone to pick with you," he calls for the other when he finds the eel lurking around the dorm. Anyone else might assume the dorm leader was finally going to put his foot down and kick the Octavinelle student out. In reality though, a question had come to mind after Jade had sent him a messenger clam the other day. It was something so minor, yet Leona couldn't help but wonder back to that moment, growing curious about the magic from beneath. In particular, ancient magic. While earlier land magic depended on runes and ancient incantations in long dead languages, he doubted there weren't differences beneath the sea. "The magic from where you're from. Where can a guy learn more about it?" The library only scratched the surface, but perhaps a native would know the right places to look.
Leona / @jinanreona
Jade had apparently taken quite a fancy to the deserted patch of land outside Leona's room. It's a new discovery he's currently hyper-fixated on, that certain plants grew more favorably in a dry, humid climate such as Savanaclaw. Octavinelle had been plentiful for him to grow out some of the most exotic species of plants, but here in Savanaclaw, the discrepancies of needs in the environment made Jade feel as if he'd intruded into an entirely new world. Cactuses, of course, had been one of his earlier plans, but now, there is an abundance of desert lilies, aloe vera, poppies, and marigolds to form a significantly small garden.
The sound of the Housewarden causes him to look over his shoulders, both hands cocked onto his hips, an eyebrow raised. He waits until Leona delivers his question, something Jade is certainly not expecting to hear. "You mean you want to learn how to use magic from the Coral Sea?" It's a request he wasn't expecting to hear, and certainly not in the least from Leona out of everyone in the school. But it got him thinking, at length - it wasn't impossible. There had been no rule that non-mer couldn't use magic from the ocean. The real problem was that there were no books. Atlantica wasn't like the surface; paper was precious in the Coral Sea, frequently only used for the king's decree or other official documents, certainly not mass-printed into physical books for young mer in kindergarten.
"If you truly would like to, I know a way." Jade turns around. He's more than willing, and proud to know that there's an opportunity to bring Coral Sea magic to the surface. A hand rests on his chest as he sports a bright smile, tuning up the dramatics. "You can learn from yours truly."
#jinanreona#𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ ic.#𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⟡ ⁄ ᶜᴴ⁰⁰³ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʜᴀɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜꜱ *:･ MAIN VERSE.#// Leona giving Jade the teacher/student fantasy he never knew he has uwu
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Ministry of Magic Monthlies | October 2022: Fall and Spooky
Prompt: [Dialogue] “Back away before I stab you”
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Summary: James hasn’t done his charms homework. But his girlfriend has… surely she wouldn’t mind him borrowing her note? Right?
Words: 536
Nicking Notes
Realistically James knew he’d be pushing his luck if he asked Lily for her notes on their charms essay the night before it was due. But he’d been made to serve detention in the kitchens all week after taking part in the marauders latest prank. So it wasn’t like he’d exactly had the spare time on his hands to get the essay written any earlier. The next best thing was to well… poach his girlfriend’s notes right out from under her nose. Lily often took to the sanctity of the head’s study to be able to study in peace away from the buzz of the common room or where she could easily be found and interrupted in the library. Which was to his advantage as he could easily get in considering as head boy he too knew the password to get in.
Donning his invisibility cloak James slipped his way into the shared study. Lily had her head buried in what looked like her ancient runes textbook and was scribbling away on a piece of parchment paper beside her. He could see her charms essay and notes on the edge of the desk prime for the taking. I mean he was only borrowing them, he’d give them back when he was done. She need be none the wiser. He’d have his essay in on time to Professor Flitwick and she wouldn’t have a chance to be irritated at him. James creeped his way behind Lily and reached out his hand to swiftly slide the notes off the desk when her voice startled him.
“Back away before I stab you”
James whipped the invisibility cloak off his head and looked at her incredulously. He’d been extremely cautious to make sure every inch of himself was covered by the cloak. It was a much better cover than any disillusion charm he’d ever seen. Hell he’d walked right past Hogwarts professors and Filch before in it without being detected. “How’d you know I was there?”
“Love. You aren’t half as sneaky as you think you are and you are nothing if not predictable. Do your own essay.” Lily smirked. “I charmed the door for intruders. You set off the silent alarm.” Lily raised a necklace from around her neck, it was shaking almost imperceptibly.
“Does it vibrate if someone comes in?” James asked, running his fingers along the length of the chain.
“I’d hardly not protect myself from unwelcome intruders in my personal space. Whether I’m in here or not.”
“That’s… probably not a bad idea.” James reasoned. Some of the Slytherin’s had been becoming much more brazen in their attempts to get at the muggleborn students and Lily was certainly at the top of their target list. A retaliation prank had been what landed James in detention in the first place.
“You know you could have just asked me nicely?” Lily laughed. Taking her necklace chain back from James grasp.
“Would you have said yes?”
“No. But I can be bribed.” She shrugged.
“Oh yeah? Stolen kitchen treats and a massage?” James suggested.
“It has to be done properly. Not just two minutes and done. I want at least a good 20 minute shoulder rub out of you.”
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Enigma part two
james potter x reader, Sirius Black x reader platonic
Enigma Masterlist
a/n just a short little thing to bring James’s perspective. I promise more backstory moving forward
James is frustrated easily by transfiguration.
especially by transfiguration, especially when someone is better at it than he is. Usually, it’s lily. This was always a sore point in their relationship, even when he was completely infatuated with her.
Not to say he isn’t now.
But the new girl got the nonverbal spellwork faster than anyone in the class, even Evans, and then taught her how to spell.
Mcgonagall seems to notice James’s wandering eyes, and follows it to the two giggling birds in the front row, pushing their converted beetle-buttons around on the desk. The new girl makes hers turn back into a beetle and then it blossoms shining gold butterfly wings.
James watches as it flits up into the skylight.
“Miss (y/l/n), see me after class.” Mcgonagall’s voice is stern, but not unkind. the butterfly turns back into a button and plummets onto the desk.
He doesn’t hear your reply, but he sees your ears turn bright red as you tuck your hair behind them.
He’s out of his seat as soon as mcgonagall’s attention is diverted, hurrying over to your desk.
“How did you do that?”
Evans glares at him. Dammit, he has to get her alone. (no, not to snog - to talk. To apologize). You raise both eyebrows and flick the button back into a beetle absentmindedly.
“It’s nonverbal. At Ilvermorny we learn from sixth grade.”
James has no idea what that means. Aren’t they in sixth year now?
“that’s the same as first year here,” You explain. “Verbal spells are difficult to think of on the go, but if you know the building blocks and basics… well,”
You flick your wand and the scurrying beetle grows wheel and an engine and turns into a model car. it zooms around on your desk, hitting James’s hand repeatedly.
“It takes practice, James.” smiling you gesture at lily’s button. “lily’s just on another level.”
james scowls and walks away, pausing to help peter find the beetle he lost.
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the first four classes of his penultimate first day back at Hogwarts are pretty boring, but he knows they will speed up.
What puzzles him is the enigma that is y/n. she’s american, and very advanced in her magic and all around education, so why would she come to hogwarts?
Maybe the rumors of her being part hippogriff are true - god, that’s a disturbing image.
the lunchtime paper drops in his lap and
remus grabs it, immediately flipping to the obituaries, his brow furrowing.
“Anyone we know?” James asks, somewhat crudely.
“Look.”
The page is blank, minus the one obit for Patricia Belcourt, an elderly widow who passed of dragon pox the day prior.
No other deaths. No murders that had been mysteriously caused by random incidents.
No new news on the Voldemort front.
The paper is mundane, especially after the previous issues with pages and pages of obituaries, lists of names for miles.
Something has changed, but the daily prophet doesn’t say what
“That’s very strange.”
Sirius walks in, you following, lily having found a group of girls to talk to in the entrance hall. The two of are chatting idly, and your face breaks into a huge smile when he cracks a joke. Your laugh is contagious, and sirius cackles his barking laugh along with your higher, lighter one.
James drops the paper and waves at you two.
His dark hair, sticking up in his hand that he combs, somewhat agitatedly.
“Hey James,” you say, Sirius sitting on the other side of you. He whispers something in your ear and you cackle loudly. Some inside joke about a pair of socks, he thinks.
He pushes a plate to you.
“Lunch?”
you take the plate and load it up, eyes bright, you say something enthusiastic about your latest class - Ancient runes, a class that he would use to nap in in third year, when he was bright eyed and bushy tailed and willing to let Remus talk him into anything. Sirius, who had grown up reading ancient runic inscriptions for black family ceremonies, uses the class to learn swear words in different dialects, and as an easy pass. He watches you fondly, apparently having made a connection with you in the hour you two passed together learning old symbols in advanced dialects.
You close your eyes and sip your second coffee, the smell of which james can’t stand.
“Thanks,” you sigh, looking around. the few students who have their lunch period now whisper and point at you. One waves, and the other hits her hand down like pointing at you will give plague. You turn away, eyes cast down.
James glares at the girls, and they quickly scurry away.
“That was rude,” he tells you conversationally. “They were Slytherins.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” You ask him. He leans in, pointing at the four banners.
“Slytherins are snakes- and for good reason. No evil wizard has ever been from any other house.”
You tap your chin pensively. “Isn’t that stereotyping? and -“ you cut your eyes down to your plate. “I know plenty of evil witches and wizards who weren’t from Slytherin. Not even Horned Serpent.”
James sees the darkness in your eyes, a story you won’t tell him, so he pushes into conversation about the next classes.
Because, after all, James Potter is not that bad.
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