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the reacction to see this
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lemme
lemme fixiate on this lil guy for a bit
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World Cup almost over, gotta milk it as much as I can!!!!
#world cup#fifa world cup#fifawordcup2022#footix#argentina vs france#world cup 1998#world cup 1978#guachito#qatar world cup#mascotverse#myartaaa
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Diego Maradona holding the cup during the celebrations of Argentina winning the World Cup hosted in Mexico in 1986 / Lionel Messi holding the cup during the celebrations of Argentina winning the World Cup hosted in Qatar in 2022
Lots of similarities between both editions, THE SAME HAPPINESS FOR ALL THE ARGENTINIAN PEOPLE 💙🤍💙
#I CAN'T STOP CRYING GUYS#this is the first time experiencing my national football team as a world champions#my mom did it as a kid in 1978 and as a teen in 1986 now she experienced it as a mom with all of us 🥹#world cup#fifa world cup#messi#maradona#ARGENTINA CAMPEON COMO EN EL '86 LOCO
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According to FIFA's archives, the first World Cup took place in Uruguay in 1930. Since then, every four years this prestigious tournament has been the origin of historic and emotional moments in the world of sports.
Over the years, some countries stood out more than others by having outstanding performances. As reported by Fox Sports, these are the national teams with most World Cups obtained in history: Brazil (5), Italy (4), Germany (4), France (2), Uruguay (2) and Argentina (2).
As supported by FootballHistory, Argentina is well-known for its history in soccer as they were champions in 1978 and 1986. But additionally, they are the country with the most Copas América, with Uruguay, both with 15 titles.
Argentines are used to seeing their national team at a highly competitive level, and the passion and the winning mentality that characterizes them increases the expectations.
This is another reason why this year, in the 22nd World Cup of history, Argentines are hopeful to see their national team with Lionel Messi raising the cup like Maradona did 36 years ago, when Argentina obtained his last World Cup.
#Argentina#WorldCup#qatar 2022#Argentina qatar 2022#world cup 2022#Soccer#Futbol#Sport#Deporte#Passion#Cup#Qatar#fifa world cup 2022 qatar#argentina 1978#argentina 1986#maradona#kempes#diego maradona#diego armando maradona
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From Sarge’s kids I think I’m (as of now) excited to learn more about Daisy. She’s got a lot of Elvis in her and she witnesses Elaine go to hell and back to help him beat his addiction and although she’s independent I hope there’s gonna be someone who will be able to do the same for her or stand by her. Not to mention she’s got a twin who they come off as polar opposites (what with Rosalee being a huge Daddy’s girl) and her comments towards her older sister Ella’s marriage - I get the feeling there’s a lot to unpack there.
I think sometimes Elvis felt like he was too much to love and I see a lot of his personal insecurities in Daisy, she even is a popstar like him and that’s a lot of people loving you with maybe them feeling like they aren’t really known for who they are deep down.
I am so happy to hear this, I’ve got a little started on each kid’s own fic (I want one for each like I had for Jesse, just to establish them and then let loose with the intermingling) and I really think hers is compelling. It’s been truly a blast to get to know her and I’ve gotta be honest she may be the most Lisa-like of any Sarge kid in many ways, partly because she’s so Elvis incarnate. It took awhile but me and my scheming buddies have cooked up a good partner for her and she will always have her family as backup and even her godfather Marlon. I think she will, as you said, be publicly adored but can be rather offputting one on one, even though she desperately needs connection. I think eventually, and not after too long, all these relationships get far better, and Daisy finds her little nook in the family easily. She is the one to go to for the zero bullshit takes or help hiding a body. Loyal and fierce that one.
And here, since you made my day asking about her, have a little random snippet I’ve written about her first big debut recording which came from her rehab scribbles and, unfortunately for the family members her lyrics feature -becomes a sensation.
Era: 1978-9ish??
Warnings: moderate…mentions of past divorce, infidelity, a daughter sorta writing a hit tell all? remincence of a one off threesome and Elvis having straight man panic for it (I’m afraid this couple is polyamorous central I’m the 60’s but nothing explicit) big ole family chat with the grown kids, chaos as can be expected…
What about Wendy?
“Daisy Mae!” Elvis bellows her full name because the crime warrants it, and from behind him, her voice answers, not in person from her place sprawled on the couch but behind him, coming through the stereo in a clear cadence that his creative side must acknowledge is skilled and evocative. What Elvis doesn't find so praiseworthy is his Dear Daughter hanging the family laundry out for all to see with lyrics like:
—“So I'll lock the window and turn on the AC, You'll throw your rocks, and you'll scream that you hate me, But it gets old being forever 20, And what about my wings? What about Wendy?”—
out on a clothesline for all the world to commentate on his failings and his marriage.
The music video coming out tomorrow on MTV, teased as featuring a fresh faced Daisy in a montage of her mother’s most iconic looks -including that secretive wedding gown so few of the nation ever saw, rather hammers home the not so subtle point. As far as Elvis is concerned this is about as disloyal as it gets.
And he is having none of it.
“It’s art, Daddy.” Daisy murmurs, utterly unphased by the hurricane of wrath she can match once she gets that cup of coffee Rosalee is making her.
“Is this how you see us?” Elvis demands and Jesse winces to the side, things had been going so smoothly after Danny was born but lord, the Presley’s just can’t manage to be calm for long, Daisy had to record that stupid black book she scribbled in during rehab and, my does it have some choice takes on the events of the last decade. “This how you see your childhood?” Elvus goes on, “Where we loved ya like no one’s ever loved any kids and gave ya everythin’ and-“
“-and slammed a buncha doors in between.“ Daisy shrugs, not meaning to be cruel, but it’s the truth and she’s never had her sibling’s affinity for the affection that the rest of the kids take as blood money for the insanity they got put through. Daisy doesn't hold a grudge against anyone for her childhood, in fact, she’s thankful for the writing material. But she’s not gonna be sorry for writing shit as it was.
Which was mama playing a haggard Wendy while Daddy flitted in and out of the window at whim like Peter Pan.
“Girl,” her daddy begs her to understand as he takes his seat next to her on the sofa, big ringed hand familiar and pleading on her bony knee, as if somehow this appeal of his will lock the song back into her diary and out of the radio -or maybe he doesn’t care about his reputation anymore, he’s gotten lax about that after the divorce, maybe he really is seeking after his child’s good opinion this time when he continues, “I’m all for art’n’shit but have I not taught ya nothin’ bout-“
“Daddy, ya didn’t even write your own songs.” Daisy gently tries to get him to see the difference in their art but Jesse gasps out in horror:
“Daisy!!” like she just shot their father instead of stating the truth. Which is kinda her problem with her family, they can’t take straight facts.
“Alright, alright then,” Elvis simmers a bit but his tone is restrained as he presses his point, “so ya write from the heart and ya wrote about life, I get ya. So then why’d you call mama Wendy when, w-w-when she’s -she’s my Tinkerbell?”
“You’d rather I used your pet little name in public?” Daisy scoffs at his muddled logic and feels bad for the first time after -soon as his brow furrows in genuine hurt. Daddy loves mama, he loves her again like a new man and Daisy doesn’t get how that works but it’s the truth and she’s got no fight to pick with the truth. It makes her admit with a shrug, “I used it ‘cause Marlon always says she’s Wendy.”
You could hear a pin drop the way everyone’s chatter in the living room stops, even the coffee maker stops spluttering in the distance and it’s highly likely Jesse isn’t even breathing as everyone’s head’s swivel, Daddy’s slower but more intent than any, to look at Elaine where’s she sits in the white arm chair, blanket cast over her where Danny fell asleep while nursing. She’s as white as the rocker she sits in.
“Oh does he now?” Elvis rumbles and Daisy feels the unintentional bite of his nails on her knee.
“Well yeah, he does and -always has.” Daisy insists as if the past and present existence of Brando’s opinions on Elvis’ wife makes shit any better, Daisy knows it the second she lets it out that it’s not exactly balm on the scab.
Her voice doesn't make anyone look away from mama and her perfect, frozen face, carefully neutral and soothingly disinterested in the topic.
“That man has only ever called me, Elaine.” mama laughs an airy, dismissive little thing and the bite of Daddy’s rings on Daisy’s knee loosens their grip. “And if he thinks i'm a Wendy -he should say it to my face.” she jokes and Jesse predictably lets out a pained laugh of solidarity.
“-A-a-and w-who the hell did ya get to sew all those recreated outfits, girl?” Daddy is suddenly back on the original topic with a burst of renewed incredulity at her gall and Daisy knows she can use this to her advantage, get him arguing about fashion, tailors and supporting local folks instead of berating her for her lyrics and-
-Ella watches as Elaine’s stiff face smoothes into relief and she lays her head back against the rocker’s cushion and closes her eyes against the hubbub that’s no longer pertinent to her. Not for the first time Ella wonders if mama is as burdened as she is with thoughts and feelings married women shouldn’t have, they really shouldn’t. Marriage should cure a woman of them but Ella had them all alone on the ranch with her husband gone and Mama had Marlon and his lingering looks and her frozen face whenever his name gets mentioned and mama who is staring up at the ceiling like she’s no longer in the room with them at all.
“Peter Pan, Peter Pan, little lost boy actin’ like a big man,” only Marlon could have made that rhyme sound like anything but a goad, only Marlon really saw what Elaine saw when Elvis was sated, pliable, sweet as a newborn and pretty a sin. “Those producers who’ve got him playin’ tough n’ shit don’t know his appeal, they just don’t get it. Goddamn Peter Pan.”
And he had run his fingers over Elvis’ face, catching his drooping eyelids and pulling them down and over his nose to those cherub lips. And Elvis’ eyes hadn’t opened again till next morning when he woke in angry panic.
Elaine stares at the ceiling and feels Danny shift against her breast, snuggling closer, and she wonders if Elvis ever recalls that night like she does. Ever replays it a million times.
Wendy, Wendy Wendy.
Marlon thinks she’s Wendy, Marlon’s told her own daughter that. But never her. No. He’d just raked his hand through the wrecked coiff of Elvis’ gelled hair and admiringly called him Peter Pan. And Elvis, being Elvis in the state of freshly loved and freshly praised, never balked at it before drifting to sleep in their muggy tent.
Wendy, Wendy, Wendy, he never called Elaine that to her face.
Elaine catches Daisy’s eye next time she looks away from the ceiling, an odd moment of recognition. Funny how each child knows a part of her, but it’s the inner workings of Daisy’s curious, generous, honest self -a heart so very like Elvis’ own- that can look back at Elaine and smile at her, while knowing her fully, faults and all. It’s not so bad having grown daughters as a friend, Elaine decides as she watches Elvis flail backwards against the couch to laugh at his daughter's good natured dig at his unmodified wardrobe.
It’s good not to be his only Wendy keeping him young anymore.
Song based on: Wendy by Maisie Peters
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DALE'S FIRST FORD WINSTON CUP CAR...
HE ONLY DROVE THIS CAR 4 TIMES IN 1978...
1. WORLD 600 at Charlotte... Started 28th... Finished 17th.
2. FIRECRACKER 400 at Daytona... Started 28th... Finished 7th.
3. TALLADEGA 500... Started 27th... Finished 12th.
4. SOUTHERN 500... Started 14th... Finished 16th.
The #96 Cardinal Tractor Ford was owned by Will Cronkrite.
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Happy birthday, Terrence Malick! [Nov. 30, 1943]
🌿
· Badlands (1973)
· Days of Heaven (1978)
· The Thin Red Line (1998)
· The New World (2005)
· The Tree of Life (2011)
· To the Wonder (2012)
· Knight of Cups (2015)
· Song to Song (2017)
· Voyage of Time (2016)
· A Hidden Life (2019)
#terrence malick#filmedit#mine#看电影贼编营销号偷图死全家#happy birthday terry!!!#badlands#days of heaven#the thin red line#the new world#the tree of life#to the wonder#knight of cups#song to song#voyage of time#a hidden life
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Prongsfoot Bingo: Quidditch
It started with a promise in September of 1978.
“It sucks that we couldn’t go to the World Cup together. In 1982 let’s go. You and me, together. We’ll sit in the best seats.”
Walburga and Orion Black never would have allowed Sirius to watch the World Cup with the Potters, so they’d watched from different sides of the stadium. But by 1982, they figured, everything would be different.
Sirius wouldn’t be under the thumb of his parents and he could sit wherever he wished. He and James would probably be living in a two-bedroom flat somewhere in London, so they could even apparate to the match together. They’d probably get some nice tents to set up the night before so that they could fully appreciate the festivities.
But they shouldn’t have expected that any of it would play out that way.
Because of course James Potter was scouted by a professional quidditch team and asked to play on the team. And of course Sirius had pursued a course of study in sports medicine so that he could work for the team as a trainer.
Why would they have assumed anything less?
Oh, and one more thing. That flat that they had been planning to share? It only had one bedroom. Of the many things they hadn’t known in 1978, the least surprising of all to everyone was that these two - who couldn’t live without each other for more than a few minutes at a time - would end up together. It was just fitting.
So their seats for the quidditch world cup? Yeah. As good as it gets.
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For @prongsfootbingo. On AO3 here (but this is the whole thing)
#prongsfoot#prongsfoot bingo#bambibelle#james potter x sirius black#dead gay wizards#marauders#marauders era#sirius black x james potter#james potter#sirius black#bambibelle fanfiction
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Billy Casper
Physique: Husky Build
Height: 5'11" (1.8 m)
William Earl Casper Jr. (June 24, 1931 – February 7, 2015) was an American professional golfer. He was one of the most prolific tournament winners on the PGA Tour from the mid-1950s to the mid-1970s. Casper won three major championships, represented the United States on a then-record eight Ryder Cup teams, and holds the U.S. record for career Ryder Cup points won. After reaching age 50, Casper regularly played the Senior PGA Tour and was a winner there until 1989. In his later years, Casper successfully developed businesses in golf course design and management of golf facilities. Casper was inducted to the World Golf Hall of Fame in 1978.
Long considered one of the preeminent putters of his era, Casper was one of golf’s great champions during an era dominated by legends such as Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer and Gary Player. Mmm… those three could catch a dick from me. Never a flashy gallery favorite, Casper developed his own self-contained style, relying on solid technique, determination, concentration, and perseverance.
Casper was nicknamed ‘Buffalo Bill’ because of his unique diet of exotic meat of bear, elk, hippopotamus and buffalo. Lets just say, I have another exotic meat he could have eaten. My penis. He died at age 83 in 2015 of a heart attack at his home in Springville, Utah. He was survived by his wife of more than 60 years, 11 children, six of whom are adopted, 71 grandchildren and numerous great-grandchildren.
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my ships opinion
#mascot#mascots#mascotverse#world cup mascots#world cup mascot#world cup#world cup 1978#World cup 1966#World cup 1970#World cup 1974#World cup 1982#World cup 1986#World cup 1990#World cup 1994#World cup 1998#World cup 2002#World cup 2006#World cup 2010#world cup 2014#World cup 2018#World cup 2022#Uk#united kingdom#england#Mexico#germany#argentina#spain#Italy#Usa
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*hands you the headcanon that adriancito fue a la final del mundial 78 contra holanda en el monumental*
#cybersix#adrian seidelman#c6 adriancito#we dont talk much about the real and original adrian seidelman#then again a lot probably dont know him lel#mostremos al mundo como somos los argentinos#RE HINCHAPELOTAS ESO ES LO QUE SOMOS JSKJSKSJSK#argentina#world cup 1978
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Munkácsy Color
Watch the world cup on a new television!
Capable of Secam-Pal system broadcasts
Excelent technical specifications color set.
You can change your old black and white sets to newer color ones at RAVILL-Elektron stores.
TV set exchanges are conduted on site.
1978
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notable Jeff Lynne quotes
“Don’t let tomorrow bring another day like yesterday.”
Poor Little Fool, 1978
“Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow, you still wander the fields of your sorrow.”
21st Century Man, 1981
“Warm summer breeze blows endlessly, touching the hearts of those who feel.”
One Summer Dream, 1975
“Soon beyond the melting clouds, the light will shine on everyone, that waits there in the silver rain to meet the golden sun.”
Just for Love, 2001
“A misty mornin’ rider, she came wanderin’ through the hills. A wanderin’ soul appearin’ over rainy windowsills. A loser in her heart, but in her face… a smile for everyone under God’s grace.”
Mama, 1972
“How’s life on earth? What is it worth?”
Mission (A World Record), 1976
“Watchin’ all the days roll by… who are you and who am I?”
Mission (A World Record), 1976
“I’ve got a ticket to the moon. I’ll be leaving here any day soon. Yeah, I’ve got a ticket to the moon, but I’d rather see the sunrise… in your eyes. Got a ticket to the moon. I’ll be rising high above the earth so soon. And the tears I cry might turn into the rain… that gently falls upon your window… You’ll never know…”
Ticket to the Moon, 1981
“Oh, please! If this is a game, I wish someone would win.”
From the End of the World, 1981
“As I wander around this wreck of a town where people never speak aloud… With its ivory towers and its… plastic flowers, I wish I was back in 1981.”
The Way Life’s Meant to Be, 1981
“Evil woman, how you done me wrong. Now you’re trying to wail a different song. Ha! Ha! Funny how you broke me up. You made the wine, now you drink the cup.”
Evil Woman, 1975
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Fic recs
Other Women and of Purer Blood by @saintsenara
Summary: Narcissa is adrift, rattling around Malfoy Manor, when an equally lonely man comes into her lonely life.
Thoughts: I have been wanting a story that contextualises the sexual charge and familiarity we see between Snape and Narcissa in Spinner's End for ages (canon compliant, that is) and this story is a lovely backstory to that. It also captures Snape in transition: Snape still ironing out his northern accent, how his movements are still spider-like. He is in the process of becoming the adult Snape we see in canon: whose speeches are a performance, and how he irons out the awkwardness of his movements in adulthood.
Excerpt:
Snape looks completely wrong in the flowery bower where Dobby has set out tea. His sallow awkwardness seems to repel the summer, even though Narcissa suspects he must be baking in his layers of shabby black robes.
He doesn’t have the fine manners of the sort of person who normally comes to tea with the Malfoys. He eats quickly, and slurps his tea, and looks at the cakes with the greedy eyes of a boy who isn’t used to treats. Lucius would be disgusted, to have a greasy half-blood at his table spraying crumbs everywhere. She imagines the expression of horrified confusion on his pointy face and giggles.
Snape immediately goes scarlet and puts down his tea-cup.
In Infinite Remorse of Soul by @perverse-idyll
Summary: Albus Dumbledore never makes the same mistake twice. Certainly not in love.
Thoughts: My very first Snumbledore, which is a frightening meditation on the very vast power dynamics between Snape and Dumbledore from the hilltop scene in Deathly Hallows and expanding the very personal reaction Dumbledore had towards the wayward young Death Eater. Perverse Idyll is among the best writers in the fandom, brimming with words and fantastic imagery that just stays with you.
Excerpt:
"My boy," Albus says almost kindly, because kindness is something that mystifies his young servant. Severus' eyes dart upwards, apprehensive, accusing, and Albus can see the darkness inside the boy clawing to reach him. Guilt calling to guilt.
The moment quivers and thins until he judges that Severus has had enough and is about to rebel. A harsh rasp draws his attention. He looks down at the bruised, blackened fingernail scraping across stone.
"My boy," he sighs. "You never fail to disgust me."
The ritual word strikes Severus down. His obstinate body shrinks, wings of hair flapping forward to shut his scowling face from view.
To Build A Home by @mblematic
Summary: 1978-1981: Sirius stumbles on something in the woods, Sirius and Remus stumble into each other, everyone stumbles into the war.
Thoughts: First War hijinks, dysfunctional Wolfstar - I was fed! I cannot rave enough about the gorgeous, subtle writing of relationships (the author really captures this raw, visceral vulnerability between two friends who are attracted to each other and how it explodes in heightened tension of war) and there is some fantastic world building and mirroring.
Excerpt:
Later, Sirius would remember almost everything from this night with crystal clarity except the sky, which in reality was clouded but in his memory would be open, star-studded, expansive and unknowable as the future. He’d remember, correctly, that the wolf was different than it had been at Hogwarts. He’d remember the restless, brutal, snarling fury, all of it undercut with a fear so intense it had its own meaty weight. The night took Sirius by surprise and he spent the whole long stretch of it trying to put himself back on track, trying to reacquaint himself with the wolf, and trying to convince them both that they remembered each other. At one point he found himself literally between Remus’ jaws, helpless and pliant, mewling like a supplicant. This, too, he would remember for the rest of his life.
Second Life by Cassandra, nwhiker
Summary: What happens when two men are given a second chance.
Thoughts: I finally got around to reading one of the most recommended Snirius fics out there. Beautiful, understated, deeply emotional - the authors take you on a journey with the two of them post war. It also feels....old?? As in, the kind of perspective this fic has is the perspective of someone in late 30s (which both Snape and Sirius are in this fic, post war). There is a fragile, "who else will understand what our generation went through?" running through the vein of this fic.
Excerpt:
It was like walking into a tiny garden in the tropics, and he was reminded of some of the places he'd visited while on the run after his escape from Azkaban. There were hundreds of plants, most of them unfamiliar, and a large table was filled with orchids. There was a tree, which turned out to be a frangipani, its white flowers soft and sweet. A delicate white flower with an exquisite fragrance that Snape said was bouvardia. Along one wall were plants Sirius recognised from Potions classes, wolfsbane and asphodel, wormwood and sopohorous, a shrivelfig tree, and others he'd seen but didn't know the names of.
"I'm not supposed to have them," Snape said.
Sirius turned to him. Snape was staring down an orchid, brushing planting mix from the edge of its pot.
Al Aaraaf by eldritcher
Summary: There is a place between heaven and hell.
Thoughts: An unsettling, poetic horror fic featuring a grieving Walburga Black. The whole fic is structured like a poem, with rhythm and repetition and metaphor shining through.
Excerpt:
He had her face. He had her scowl. He had her loathsome, loathing heart that mourned and loved. Hell dwelled in him, as a warm and heartful thing calved of mother.
The last of earth's make she held was son. His hands were placed in prayerful clasp over her belly.
The lamb in her was of Tartary, born of son fed and killed with milk and honey, birthed of widow's mourning.
"It is all right," Sirius said, and held her to him as if she weren't damned.
Runaway Boys by Delphi
Summary: Severus dreams of pirates, and Lily closes the nursery window.
Thoughts: I'm not sure if I have recommended this fic before, but I am recommending it again, just in case. This is a wonderfully strange coming of age, a tale of puberty told in dreams/ fantasies featuring Snape and Captain Hook.
Excerpt:
"Severus S—" He cuts himself off and then tentatively amends: "Prince. Severus Prince."
It's a better name, he's decided. His new friends at school know the Princes, but they've never heard of any Snapes.
"That is a fine name, Mr. Prince," the man says. "As for me, I am Captain James Hook."
A large hand extends into the branches, and after a moment, Severus carefully leans down and shakes it.
"Pleased to meet you," Severus says.
"Are those friends of yours?" the captain asks, nodding towards the neighbouring island, where the boys are now riding wild ponies bareback, jousting with each other using lances made of hollow reeds.
Severus shrugs. Of course, he thinks, the man would rather know them.
Note: Please check the pairings and tags in each of these fics and keep in mind your own triggers :)
#hp fic recs#hp fics#since i am in my reading phase#largely snape-centric recs#but some other content also sneaks through#severus snape#narcissa malfoy#snarcissa#snumbledore#snirius#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#walburga black#alastor moody
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