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“Late, as well? We’re really off our game, aren’t we Evans?” Sirius teased as he wheeled around to follow her. He sounded jovial as ever but was just as concerned as he had been when he first saw Lily that day. Maybe more. Casually putting his hands in his pocket, Sirius took a step closer to Lily. He gave her a lazy, lop-sided smile. “Where are we off to, then? Great Hall? Library? Ah, the quidditch pitch, I hope. I’m in the mood for a refreshing midday walk.”

“I’m fine.” Her answer came too quick for it to be true. Lily sighed, tucking her hair behind her ears as she glanced back at the boy still sat in her spot before turning to face Sirius once again. “If you want to talk, then let’s talk somewhere else? I’m…late for something.” Gently, she pushed his hands away and stepped around him, hoping that there wouldn’t be a scene that would draw attention to them. 

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“Look for gingers,” Sirius said, smiling a bit. He’d known Gideon long enough to make sure to face him when he spoke. “They’re bound to be either Prewetts or Weasleys. Haven’t seen any Blacks around myself, but I’m actually quote pleased. Here’s hoping I let the name die out. Last thing anyone needs are are more sanctimonious Slytherins running about. This lot seem to have enough has it is.”

Sirius wouldn’t admit it, but the Syltherins of this time period were a touch less vomit-inducing than those of his own. It didn’t make up for the previous two generations, anyway.

“Maybe we can have one together,” Gideon said. “My niblings created a joke shop. I’m sure we can get a discount.” He said the words while signing. They raised their eyebrows as they looked at the books Sirius was reading, but they didn’t comment. “I can’t find a single Prewett though. Maybe I took my spouse’s name.”

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"Not a proper one,” Sirius moaned. He wore and overwrought grimace and flopped in his chair. It was exaggerated playacting, like nearly everything he did. “I need to desperately cling to my youth by using anti-ageing potions or buy a really flash, impractical broom that’s obviously compensating for something. Really, what’s tainting the butter beer with babbling beverage when I should be leaving my nonexistent spouse for my nonexistent secretary? ”

Sirius quickly dropped the upset mask and flashed a smile at Dorcas. He cocked his head, still splayed across his chair like a rag doll. “What’s the alternative, anyway, Meadowes? Shouldn’t we be making the most of where we are? Or when?”

She was guilty of peeking over his shoulder, he had a book after all. The fact it was a spell book was even more interesting, almost especially for Sirius but then, did she really know him all that well? There were so many new people to talk to, and yet she was seeking out familiar faces. The people she knew, the people she’d spent seven years with, they didn’t know her future and that was comforting in this situation. “Haven’t you had eight of those already?”

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Sirius slouched even further back in his chair. For a moment, he stroked his chin, pretending to think it over.

“Hmm,” he said with a smile on his face. He looked at Marlene, eyes twinkling with mischief. “All of the above.”

In truth, Sirius didn’t particularly care what he ended up doing, so long as it involved a scene of massive proportions and his friends. His friends were most important of all. Sirius was glad to have them — James, the rest of the marauders, the Prewetts, Marlene. Whatever had happened, Sirius’ friends were there and none of the rest of it really mattered. Not the looks and whispers he got, (it wasn’t as though he was a stranger that sort of thing), not whatever anyone said he did or didn’t do in a life he hadn’t lived yet, not the fact that he was suppose to be long dead. Sirius was still with the people he loved and no one could take that away from him. He’d never let them.

“Lets start with something easy, though: chaos and mayhem. What do you think? ‘Redecorating’ the Great Hall? Hair color changing potion in the pumpkin juice? That one’s a classic. Or at least it should be by now.”

Marlene was wandering through this castle—this castle that was hers, but not; this castle that had a trophy room that said James was Head Boy, that his son had won an award for services to the school, this castle that was full of paintings and ghosts that grew quiet at the sight of her, as if they had never expected to see her again when she’d only seen them all a summer ago, in her time—when she caught sight of something that was hers: not that she thought you could own a person, but given this whole seismic shift of her whole life, she was a touch more inclined than usual to the concept of belonging, and was very glad to see one of her own.

“Sixteen and already beyond midlife,” she remarked, dropping into the seat opposite his. She knew perfectly well what he meant, but she did not want to think about it. In this world, Sirius Black was a name in a history book, but when he was sixteen years old and looking as alive as ever before her, that wasn’t something she could bear thinking about. “All right, casanova,” she said, drumming her fingers against her thigh as she leaned back in her chair. “What were you thinking? Motorbike? Scandalous affair? Chaos and mayhem?”

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Sirius’ smirk faded away when he saw Lily’s face. He swallowed the quip sitting at the tip of his tongue (it’d been a really clever one, too). Sirius really couldn’t think of the last time he saw Lily this upset, at least not in this way. That wasn’t to say he never saw her upset; half the time when she was, it was his fault and he’d be quite pleased about it. But Lily looked — Sirius hesitated to even think it — almost panicked. It wasn’t right.

“Alright there, Evans?” Sirius asked, trying to sound lighthearted. It nearly sounded convincing. He grasped Lily’s shoulders to steady her. Or to comfort her. One of the two. “You apologizing to me sounds like something worth checking you in to the hospital wing.”

She couldn’t help but stare at him, the boy that looked exactly like James except for the eyes. Finding out that she was a mother, a grandmother, an aunt had been overwhelming and as much as she tried to avoid Harry it seemed as if he ended up in the same hiding places. Guilt weighed heavy on her shoulders as stories of her future – of Harry’s past had been relayed in excited voices. Excited. As if they were just storybook characters. She was anything but a coward but facing him now was something she justified running away from. As soon as those ‘Lily green’ eyes glanced up at her, she spun on her heels in attempt to run or hide or something other than running face first into the person behind her. “Sorry…sorry, it’s my fault – should have been looking where I was going…”

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Sirius twirled a quill between his teeth, his eyed narrowed, brow furrowed. The pages of the book in front of him flipped themselves as he read them. Transfiguration made great leaps in the years, decades, since his last class (not that he ever really paid attention, it was always something he’d learned on his own before and it was more entertaining to see how far he could push it with McGonagall.) Charms, too. All he had to do was learn the new magic and the pranking possibilities would be endless.

“Looks like I’ve got some lost time to make up for,” Sirius muttered before glancing up and seeing someone standing before him. Abruptly, the book shut itself. Sirius pulled the quill from his mouth. He sat back in his chair. “I think I’m a bit overdue for a midlife crisis, don’t you?”

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[text] Be careful. / [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. / [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. ( andromeda )

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☠ [James]

Send ☠ for misguided advice

 [text]: mate, all I’m saying is if you run fast enough, mcgonagall won’t see you. deer are fast, right?

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Send me a symbol to recieve one of the following from my muse

Send ✆ for a morning text

Send ♔ for an angry voice mail

Send  ♠ for a prank call

Send ☎ for an emotional voice mail

Send ☏ for a vague voice mail Send ��� for a confession(voicemail of text, specify.)

Send ⁇ for a worried text

Send ♣ for a text not meant for you

Send ✘ for a text that should have been sent

Send ✺for a saucy text

Send √ for an early morning text

Send ☠ for misguided advice

Send ☢ for a desperate text

Send ☼ for a promise

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Drunk RP prompts

Red wine: Send a glass of red wine for a drunken kiss.

Rosé wine: Send a glass of rosé wine for a drunken confession.

White wine: Send a glass of white wine for a drunken story.

Shot of Whiskey: Send a shot of whiskey for my muse to mistake yours for someone they hate.

Shot of Vodka: Send a shot of vodka for my muse to mistake yours for someone they're friends with.

Shot of Tequila: Send a shot of tequila for my muse to mistake yours for someone they're in love with.

Pint of Beer: Send a pint of beer for my muse to get pregnant to yours after a night of blackout drinking-- or vice versa. Feel free to specify.

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more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen ifyou want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] Ijust hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stopthinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important.Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die andleave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’slove. [text] Hey beautiful nojudgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer thephone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a pieceof shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because youknow it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me rightnow [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really,they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like anasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will bepersonally offended. [text] I don’t think helikes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to getit together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musicallyinclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop usfrom fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could callit love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrectjust wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they]doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’sthe point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be thePumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myselftonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza orsomething check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

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You get given an opportunity, and that is the jumping board; from there you have to build your own path.

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Avan Jogia Says The World Is Ending (x)

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Moodboard: Sirius Orion Black