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The Prank

@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world thanks for tagging me on the 7 sentence WIP tag, this is from a short prequel I’m working on set just before the start of  We Can Be Heroes. That story starts off with the aftermath of the Prank, but I had never actually written the incident itself and have been working on it for a while... let me know if you like it...

  He stares at the tiny footprints, bunched up, close together, a gnawing, burning feeling in his chest. He doesn’t know what it is. Rage, he imagines. Rage is fine, although he hates himself that it matters to him, when Regulus has made it abundantly clear that he wants nothing to do with him. Rage is nothing like caring. Rage is fine, healthy, even. He tosses the map aside and lies there on his bed, wishing he were different. Peter is also lying on his bed own bed, daydreaming, sucking a lemon sherbet lolly, hand flicking through a Quidditch magazine.

“Can you stop making that infernal noise? It’s driving me insane!” he snaps, causing the blond-haired boy to nearly fall off his bed.

“Sorry,” Peter mutters, sounding a bit peeved.

He goes back to licking the sweet, quieter, but no less infuriating.

“Merlin, fuck!” he hisses under his breath.

He knows that Peter can hear him. The licking stops. He heaves a sigh of relief. He’s such an irritable bastard. He’s quite sure one of these days his friends will lose patience with him and kick him out of the Marauders’ dorm. Kick him out of the Marauders, altogether, if he’s not careful.

He’s never been much good at being careful.

He picks up the map again, on a whim, and glares as he sees the footprints still congregated together – Regulus Black, Severus Snape, Evan Rosier, Hugo Avery. What the ever-living fuck does his little brother want with those bastard wankers from his year? What are they doing to him? What lies are they feeding him? He wants to hurl something across the room, shatter the glass window looking idly out over the grounds, the photograph of the Potters, all three of them looking adoringly into each other’s faces and laughing, carefree. Rip Peter’s muggle poster of Farrah bloody Fawcett into shreds. Throw Remus’ chocolate out of the- no, he would never do that to Remus. Remus has enough shit going on in his life, he doesn’t need a pathetic, rich, pureblood, useless little fuck feeling sorry for himself and making his life any more stressful than it already is.

Selfish, useless, pathetic boy, you’ll end up on your own, nobody’s going to want you.

He hates that he can hear his mother’s cold, vicious tone so clearly in his head, see her face as vividly as though he were watching a muggle film, at the most inconvenient times.

Fuck everything.

Apparently, he said that last bit out loud, as James Potter, who has just walked out of their bathroom looks over at him with a slight frown. He’s wearing a white towel around his waist and vigorously towelling his obnoxious hair with another one. It nearly makes him forget how angry he’s supposed to be in favour of teasing his best friend for having such a bird’s nest on his head.

“Alright, Padfoot?” he says, squinting at Sirius because he’s blind and can see jack shit without his “coke” bottle glasses.

“Spiffing,” he says, putting on his best pureblood sneer.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to have any effect on Prongs, who is obviously as stupid as he is visually challenged. He walks over towards Sirius’ bed, casually, and stops right beside him, towering over him.

“What?” he barks, making his voice as rude and offensive as he can.

James stands there, still towelling his hair, unperturbed, not speaking, probably trying to think of a diplomatic way to find out what’s wrong with him.

“Spit it out, Pads,” he says after a beat.

Diplomatic my arse.

“No,” Sirius replies, moving away from James and scowling as his gaze falls back down to the map lying by his side.

“Fuck off,” he adds, in case the idiot hasn’t gotten the message.

James makes a non-committal sound and stays put. He puts on his specs and says nothing. Sirius can’t stand the silence, he knows that James knows this too, that it’s one of James’ favourite tactics to get him to talk and he hates James, hates that can’t cope with the silence, because if he starts talking, he’ll probably tell him everything. And even worse, he might cry. And Sirius has never, ever, not once, in all their years in Hogwarts, ever cried in front of his friends. He may have found himself a disused classroom and cried, after the first time he saw Remus transform and watched him turn back to himself, lying curled up in a ball, hissing with pain when they tried to help him, maintaining he didn’t need any help, that he was fine. But not in front of his mates, never in front of them.

“If you don’t fuck off this instant-“ he growls, his voice trembling so he has to stop mid-sentence.

“Reg, is it?” James says, glancing at the map which he forgot to hide from view.

Fucking hell. He knows from bitter experience that there’s no point trying to beat James when he’s on one of his mother-hen missions.

“Yes, you prick,” he says flatly, folding the map, too late.

James grunts something vague and moves to sit on his bed, opposite SIrius. He’s just come back from a gruelling additional hour of Quidditch practice, which nobody made him do, and he looks healthy and youthful and purposeful and kind. And it annoys seven kinds of shite out of Sirius.

“Mixing with the wrong crowd again?” James says, more a statement than a question.

“Whatever,” Sirius replies, dismissive.

“I’m sorry,” James said, after a pause.

He looks less certain now, his hazel eyes scanning Sirius’ face, wanting to make things better for him. Well, he can’t, Sirius thinking, with vicious smugness. Even the wonderful James Potter can’t solve his problems. Because Sirius himself is his biggest problem.

He laughs. It comes out sounding bitter and too watery for his liking.

“You can’t… if he doesn’t want you to help him, you can’t make him…” James says, running a hand through his hair.

“Never stopped you before,” Sirius says, folding his arms protectively over his chest.

James rolls his eyes at Sirius, but there’s no anger in them.

“Yeah, well, I’m a lost cause,” the messy haired boy replies.

He hates how stubborn, how dogged this boy is. Sometimes he wants to see how far he would have to push him away to lose him altogether.

“I don’t think Reg… I don’t think he’s able to, I don’t think he would be allowed to…” James continues.

“Fucking coward!” Sirius says, wishing he didn’t sound so bloody bothered by it all.

James looks over again, tossing a red t-shirt over his head.

“You’ve got me. I’m your brother now,” James says, quietly, confidently.

Sirius clenches his jaw. He will not cry, Merlin, damn it.

“You’re not my brother, Potter,” he says, derisively, dismissively, coldly.

He watches a flicker of hurt cross James’ face, replaced by something else. He watches as his friend picks up an apple and bites into it, placing a hand behind his head, crossing his long legs.

“I know that,” James says. “But you’re mine.”

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Happy WIP Monday 🙄😋😊 please share a snippet of a WIP and tag someone else!

hmmmmm i see! the cheek but i like it so you can have two ;)

iilycitt fic - a cocky peter prompt for @over-the-sun

wcbh fic - miles and gwen because i can't stop watching itsv x

i tag (if y'all want) @coykoii, @machiavelien, @justmattycakes, @which-star, @weqsterly, @awakening5 and @coppermarigolds

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@magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world​ you’re so lovely! Thank you! (I have to say I’m disappointed you aren’t working on something cause I have LOVED all your fics but hopefully soon?!)

Here’s a little snippet from the next chapter of  We Can Be Heroes:

“Ouch!” he said.

“No talking about dying, thank you!�� she said, pursing her lips together.

“If I’d known in Third Year that I was going to end up with a Mc Gonagall look-alike, I’d have died of happiness,” he said, his hazel eyes mischievously regarding her.

“Fuck you, Potter, it’s not even funny!” Lily said, crossing her arms irately.

“It is a bit, Mrs. Potter,” he grinned.

I'm not working on anything worth sharing at the moment, but if you are and feel like sharing, I'd love to read your snippets!

@women-inthe-sequel @shehatedhimnahshedidnt @blitheringmcgonagall @petals-to-fish @inakindofdaydream @dreamsofbrightstars @feed-the-birdss @rororoyourships @moonawrites @xomarauders and anyone else who wants to share something!!😁

xoxo goooooo team!

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This is from the next chapter of We Can Be Heroes in case anyone wants some FEEELS:

He wandered towards the kitchen, pulling up his pyjama bottoms which hung loosely on his too-thin frame. As he passed the floor to ceiling mirror, he gasped in shock. Regulus was staring back at him - completely still, gaunt, his short-hair dishevelled, as though he had just gotten out of bed.

“Reg?” he croaked, taking a step tentative step towards the apparition.

Reg’s figure moved simultaneously, his T-shirt falling off his shoulder, just like his own. The warmth in his chest faded. He touched his reflection in the mirror, holding his palm out until it felt the cool glass.

“Reggie, you fucking idiot,” he whispered to himself. “Why did you have to get yourself killed, you bastard?”

(It’s not all angsty, but this definitely is). 

Tagging @littlejeanniebean @abby10fanfic @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world @mollymarymarie @petals-to-fish @charmingwillow @maraudersftw @e-of-west-glendia @theotherdoe @yumenouveau @of-stars-and-moon @quoththethestral @elanev91 @araniaexumae @wonder-witch-weasley @feed-the-birdss @nagemeikenu @ashes-and-ashes @thatsmyverb @unfortunatelyimaginary and anyone who wants to (I get some of you may not have time, so only if you feel like it!!)

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Sunday again!! So here’s a little thing for Snippet Sunday from the next chapter of We Can Be Heroes definitely partly inspired by @blvnk-art‘s beautiful drawing of Jily (the one with James doing the striptease and your headcanon of him liking Elvis Presley - I’d link it here, but I can’t find it!!)

He laughed, overcome by how beautiful she was, and he pulled her over towards him, before she climbed onto his lap and leaned down to kiss him, covering them both with her long waves.

“A little more bite and a little less bark,” he said, so close to her, his perfect hands running down her sides and lower down her back, his low voice making her heart rate pick up.

“A little less fight and a little more spark,” she said, taking his lower lip between her teeth.

“Say it,” he smiled up at her, intoxicated, as she grinned in response, her cheeks flushing.

“Satisfy me, baby” she said.

Tagging @littlejeanniebean @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world @sisforsammi @tumbledfreckles @chdarling-tle @prongsdamnyou @ashes-and-ashes @holy-shit-its-wolfstar and if you are writing atm -  @mollymarymarie (HOW DID THE EXAM GO???) @jencala @lizardcookie @petals-to-fish @likeawildthing @jamespottersshenanigans @araniaexumae @maraudersftw and anyone else who wants to do this because they find it motivating!

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@of-stars-and-moon thanks for tagging me and I cant wait to read your Muslim!Jily fic!!!

This is from THE VERY END, last chapter, of  We Can Be Heroes, my marauders canon fic (fucking finally, I hear you say?)

which I’m hoping to post soon.... it is jilytober after all...

“Tell me!” Voldemort screamed. “Do not DARE keep this from me, you traitorous liar! You and the mudblood! You both know where he is! Tell me! Tell me now, or I will kill your wife, before your very eyes! TELL ME!���

James saw Lily, kneeling beside him on the ground, rage in her eyes, and caught his breath.

There was no time.

He closed his eyes momentarily, breathing heavily, raindrops splattering his eyelids.

“I will tell you,” he said brokenly. “But promise me you’ll spare her life!”

“Very well,” Voldemort sneered, as victory flashed across his face. “I will spare her, as long as you tell me, now!”

“Prongs!” Sirius heaved an exhausted, warning breath.

“The child,” James whispered. “The child is hidden inside-“

Tagging @elanev91 @araniaexumae @maraudersftw @pareidolian @solstilla @hazzap @tumbledfreckles @velvethope @women-inthe-sequel @prongsdamnyou @stonecoldhedwig @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world @lizardcookie @jamesandthedog @sisforsammi @chierafied and anyone else who wants to!

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Marauders snippet...

I have a day off today (giddy screaming) and I’ve had the luxury of doing a bit of writing (!!!) so I wanted to share a snippet of the next chapter of  We Can Be Heroes:

“You… me…” Sirius stopped.

The thing was, no matter how ludicrously inadequate he felt, his brother was looking at him as though he was about to burst with the joy of it all, completely sure that Sirius was going to say yes, the look on his face radiating positivity, hope – you can do it, Pads, you’ll be fucking perfect, we’re not taking no for an answer – he could practically hear James saying it to him.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice going funny and giving him away as he cleared his throat and tried once more. “I don’t know what-“

“Oh thank Merlin for that!” said James, heaving a massive sigh of relief and gripping his wife’s shoulder with excitement. “I couldn’t bear it if you said no!”

Sirius gave a short, surprised laugh – he hadn’t actually said anything yet, but baby Harry made a noise in his throat. It was wind, probably, maybe, he hadn’t a sodding clue. But it felt like Harry had spoken to him.

“That’s that, so!” Lily beamed at him again. “Harry approves, and you wouldn’t want to disappoint him, now would you?”

@littlejeanniebean this is more than the one line you tagged me to post 😂! But hopefully you like it...

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Marauders snippet...

This snippet is from the next chapter of We Can Be Heroes - Remus enjoying teasing his boyfriend:

“You’re in awe of that lad, Mr. Black, and so you should be! He’s the crème de la crème. Stunningly beautiful horse. Skittish though, easily spooked sort of a fella,” the groom said, smiling warmly at Sirius and giving him a hearty slap on the back.

Remus snorted.

“Frisky and obstinate too, I bet?” he said, glancing at Sirius.

“Ah sure, come ‘ere! Absolutely! Bit of a handful, temperamental stallion, so to speak,” the groom agreed immediately.

Remus chuckled and looked on in delight as the dark-haired man scowled back at him.

“Headstrong, but responsive too, if you know how to handle him?” Remus said lightly.

Sirius folded his arms.

“Never a truer word spoken, Mr. Lupin, you know what you’re talking about there!” the older man nodded wisely.

“Oh I do,” Remus said. “Demanding and defiant if you let him, but if he decides he likes you, eager to please and daring, in the best possible ways.”

Sirius cleared his throat, his cheeks a rosy hue.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tag @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world​!! So excited about your Jily fic! 

This chapter of We Can Be Heroes is taking me ages because I’ve been ridiculously busy, but here’s a snippet. Hopefully post in next week or so...

Voldemort wasn’t even bothering to use his wand yet, the glint from his red eyes now visible as he closed the distance between them. He shut his eyes briefly, remembering the Marauders’ ritual at King’s Cross, except this time not to help Sirius face the Summer in Grimmauld, but to give him courage - Sirius on his left, Remus beside him, Peter on his right hand, this time handing him the invisible sword.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more…

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Marauders snippet...

Because of all the bloody lovely comments on the last chapter, I am posting this snippet from the next chapter of  We Can Be Heroes:

“Recap for Operation Magpie - meeting point is under the bridge, south of the Malfoy’s estate,” said Dearborn, in his clipped accent. “Rendezvous, Lupin?”

“Eighteen hundred hours,” Remus said.

“Correct,” said Dearborn, smiling back at him. “Black, what is the goal of this mission?”

Sirius hated being called Black. He also hated Dearborn’s favouritism towards Remus, or his crush, it was hard to tell. As far as he could see, everyone seemed to have a crush on Remus. With good cause.

“Vague and irritating,” said Sirius, in a bored tone of voice, sticking his feet up on the back of the chair in front of him.

Dearborn blinked in surprise as Remus elbowed him unceremoniously.

“Excuse me?” Dearborn said stiffly.

“Vague, irritating and pointlessly dangerous,” said Sirius, with a condescending smile as he raised his eyebrows in challenge.

“I think you’ll find that’s you, Sirius,” muttered Remus, kicking Sirius’ feet away.

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Marauders Snippets...

This is from the last chapter of We Can Be Heroes:

“Accio fundas!” Carrow said irritably, pointing his wand at Sirius.

“What the fuck?” Carrow said, staring at the notebook and pen that flew into his hands.

Sirius shrugged again. Carrow flicked the notebook open.

“Moony is fucking hot today – reminder for later.

Lady Chatterley’s Lover – smut, get.

Dearborn is an arse,” he read out.

Sirius shrugged again, looking entertained.

“I take notes when we’re pilfering,” he said. “To-do lists.”

He looked annoyingly nonchalant, despite being restrained by thick magical rope, almost languid in the way his body reclined in its current position.

“That’s not a to-do list!” Carrow shot back angrily.

“Well, two thirds of it is, old chap,” said Sirius pleasantly, winking at Remus.

And this is a snippet from the next chapter that I’m trying to motivate myself to write...

“Now just a minute, Lupin! How dare you stand there all fucking…” James interrupted hotly, throwing his hands around in a mixture of agitation and word-finding difficulties.

“Sanctimonious?” said Sirius, who was looking at James with adoration. “It’s what Moony would say...”

“Exactly! Thank you!” said James, shooting Sirius a grateful look. “Looking all sanctimonious and, well, I don’t know… innocent, while you, Remus John Lupin, were secretly planning on getting yourself put down when it looked like I was headed to Azkaban! And that wasn’t even a matter of life and death!”

James ended triumphantly and folded his arms. Remus looked momentarily stunned, taking in Sirius’ horrified expression. Fuck, he’d forgotten that Sirius didn’t know.

“I… hang on, that was completely different, we had exhausted all other viable options-“ he said, looking from James to Sirius.

“You were going to get yourself put down? That time when you told me my only job was to turn into Padfoot and create a racket? You fucking liar!” Sirius’ voice was furious, his grey eyes flashing dangerously. “How dare you lecture me on taking unnecessary risks! Don’t you ever dare even consider such a fucking-“

“That was different, it was me, Sirius, me!” said Remus angrily, holding onto the bed railing with whitened knuckles.

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Marauders Snippet...

Some gallows humour, from the next chapter of We Can Be Heroes:

“So, what are you now, our very own Scarlet Pimpernel?” James said, coming over and throwing his arm around Sirius’ shoulder. “Very Gryffindor colour, I might add!”

Sirius laughed, exposing his elegant neck, before turning back towards James and intoning in his snobbiest pureblood accent.

“They seek him here, they seek him there.

Those Deaters seek him everywhere.

Is he in heaven or is he in hell?

That demned elusive Sirius Bleck!”

James nearly choked on his drink again.

“Deaters?” he laughed, clapping Sirius on the back. “Sounds like the name of a muggle band, Voldy will be thrilled.”

“Of course,” quipped Sirius, still all exaggerated, clipped tones. “The Deaters latest album, Always AK the Fuck Out of Life, has proved a roaring success.”

“The Life of Brian is a bloody marvelous film, damn it!” said James, his arm darting out in excitement and sloshing some of his Stregoni cocktail onto Peter. “Opps, sorry, mate!”

“If life seems jolly rotten, There's something you've forgotten! And that's to laugh and smile and stun and kill,” said Peter, with a perfect rendition of Lucius Malfoy’s pouty accent.

James grinned at Peter for a split second before adding-

“When you're feeling in the dumps, Don't be silly chumps, Just point your wand and Crucio -- that's the thing!”

“And - always AK the fuck out of life,” Sirius shouted the chorus enthusiastically, winking over at Remus, who was standing with his back against the wall, trying to look vaguely interested as Dedalus Diggle prattled on.

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Marauders snippet...

@of-stars-and-moon you absolute gem, thank you for the beautiful ask!! I’m posting a teeny snippet from next chapter of  We Can Be Heroes to say thank you:

“Yess!” said Sirius, punching the air triumphantly. “I fucking knew it! You owe me a year’s supply of firewhisky, Moony!”

“Whaddayamean?” said Peter, who had been too caught up in finishing his Irish Breakfast to see anything.

“You’re engaged!” Sirius called out, beamed at James and Lily, as he stood up and raised his glass of pumpkin juice at them. “I’m so fucking thrilled! Prongs, you wonderful, ridiculous, pathetic idiot! I told you she’d say yes!”

The entire room was now staring at Sirius, not an unusual occurrence.

“Of course I did, Sirius!” said Lily, with the happiest smile Sirius had ever seen. “We’re getting married!”

Peter dropped the glass of orange juice onto his lap and stared at them in confusion. Across the hall, Severus Snape dropped his cup of coffee, splintering across the floor noisily.

Sirius noticed and his smile grew exponentially.

“And there goes the schadenfreuede,” commented Remus drily.

“Shaden-what?” said Sirius, looking at Remus spellbound. “You’re so damned sexy when you do that professor lark!”

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Snippet...

From next chapter of We Can Be Heroes (which I’m hoping to post soonish):

“Merlin’s balls, Moony!” said Sirius, staring at Remus as he led him smoothly around the floor. “What happened you?”

“James Fleamont fucking Potter,” Remus said, as a slow smile crept on his face.

Sirius snorted gleefully.

“What, James forced you to learn the Foxtrot at wand-point?”

“Well, he offered, and frankly, that may as well be the same thing,” said Remus drily.

Sirius laughed outright, his mischievous grey eyes dancing with mirth. He looked wonderful, Remus thought, so completely stunningly handsome and so happy.

“How’s that?” Sirius managed to ask at last.

“Fuck you, stop laughing at me!” said Remus, biting the side of his lip and smiling. “I can’t fucking say no to that man, can I? I hate disappointing Prongs!”

“Merlin, I’d love to have seen you two!” Sirius burst out laughing again.

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Marauders snippet...

I can’t believe I have this many comments on  We Can Be Heroes !! Granted a lot of them are just my replies because I love getting comments so much I always reply ASAP, lol. I’m  so grateful to people who go to the bother of leaving a message  - whether it’s to say something nice, or make a suggestion or prediction or give out about something!! You completely make my day. So anyway I’m so thrilled I thought I’d post a snippet from next chapter for anyone interested...

“You’re into werewolves, aren’t you?”

Remus felt himself blanch. He stared at Snape in horror. Why was he doing this now?

“You might like to remind your werewolf friends that all werewolves are supposed to be registered with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. They’re not exactly going to be employable, are they? The way things are going I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re added to the list of creatures that can be lawfully killed with a permit.”

Remus swallowed hard and made to turn away.

“What are your plans, when you leave Hogwarts, Lupin?” Wilkes jeered. “You’re not going to amount to much, are you? You’re poor, you’ve nowhere to live, you’re always sick. You’ll never hold down a job. You’re not even attractive. There’s no way your boyfriend is going to stick around once we leave school. Why would he? Have you broken up already? You should do it soon. Less embarrassing for you if you’re the one ending it, to be honest, Lupin.”

Remus looked at the ground.

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WIP Tag...

I was tagged by the incredibly talanted @jencala to post a snippet of my WIP. I haven’t had much time at all to write as work has been BUSY AS HELL but here is a relatively boring bit from next chapter of we can be heroes, Petunia’s painful wedding (I mean compared to yours Jen, it’s crap but it should get more exciting):

James was surrounded by about a dozen unruly Irish children, hidden away in a corner of the Grand Superior Excelsior Hotel’s (decidedly mediocre) function room. They were watching him mesmerised, and screaming with excitement, as he performed magic tricks for them.

“What else would you like to see?” James bent down to talk to a quietly adorable five year old girl who looked enchanted.

“A rabbit coming out of the hat!” she giggled shyly, her bright blue eyes sparkling with delight. “A cute, furry one!”

The others nodded eagerly and hummed in agreement.

“A rabbit?” said James, looking confused.

“Yes, magicians always have rabbits! Janey Mac, you really ought to know that, Mr. Potter, if you’re trying to become one!” said Sean, her ten-year-old big brother, shaking his head at James and trying to look disinterested, and too old for this nonsense.

“Er, do they? Oh, I see, alright then,” said James with a very serious look on his face.

He took the white napkin, folded it in a complicated pattern, tapped it twice with his wand, muttering Lepus Albus, and then carefully hunkered down with the hat.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Ah, he’s gorgeous!” Roisin squealed, as she stared raptly at the fluffy white rabbit poking its head out of the hat. “I’m showing me ma!”

“I want to hold it!” said Sean, sounding just as giddy as his baby sister, as they ran excitedly towards the grown-ups.

Lily’s smile widened as she caught James’ eye, and he grinned back sheepishly.

I’m tagging @myloveluna @maraudersftw @petals-to-fish @of-stars-and-moon @jamesandthedog @lovesickjily @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world @thatsmyverb @curiosity-at-its-finnest and anyone else who wants to share ❤️