Text
guys, I am not ready for the fucking
"so, this is Christmas- WAR IS OVER"
marauders edits.
I'm not ready.
I can't do this.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”
sirius has always known that. it was one of the first things his tutors told him when he was barely a toddler, and it was mentioned in some hogwarts' classes once or twice.
he sometimes ponders about it, how certain magic wasn't everlasting.
he witnessed it once, in his seventh year. the war had already started, and with each passing day, more and more students got black letters delivered, all of them mentioning some recently deceased relative. it was a third year ravenclaw girl he doesn't quite remember, but who always carried a fairy doll that her uncle enchanted to act like a living one. she always carried it in her pocket and let her out when she was bored or to show it to other students.
the day she got her letter at breakfast, she frantically searched her robes and took out the little doll, and it looked just like that, a doll. no more flapping wings, tiny giggles and fairy dust, just a toy. she burst into tears then, and was inconsolable for months.
it's one of sirius' most vivid memories.
it seemed so bizarre.
he prayed something like that never happened to him, because it would hurt. it would destroy him.
he was only given enchanted things by the people he loved the most, so he would know immediately if any of the different trinkets were to just go dull. the second it happened, he would know he has to face a reality without one the fundamental beings of his very self. it terrified him.
it was one of his biggest fears.
and it happened to him.
it was a thursday afternoon.
they had a rare free day. no fights, no funerals and no war in his and remus' flat, not for that day. james and peter were there too, an 'afternoon with the lads' they called it. they were laying on the living room, sprawled all over, bowie on the record player and cards on the table along with some beers.
he was on the way to the kitchen when he felt his hair falling out of the messy bun he did in the morning.
and, with a little clink, there was a metal star hairpin on the ground.
he knew then.
it was a secret, how he kept that hairpin. well, not a secret per se, but no one knew where it actually came from. only sirius.
no one knew he had the most horrendous time trying to tie his hair when it was long enough to do so. his hair was just as temperamental as him, which meant that they usually didn't get along. he suffered for months until that hairpin was gifted to him.
sirius didn't quite know how it really worked, just that it was charmed to make everything easier. he just had to think about the hairstyle he wanted for the day, and the hairpin would do it, shrinking or getting bigger if it was necessary, securing his hair perfectly and without much fuss.
no one knew that except sirius.
and regulus, who gifted it to him in his third year.
regulus.
his baby brother.
“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
i’m convinced that james would think regulus was giving him the silent treatment every time they had a disagreement, but regulus had seen his brother punished severely and repeatedly for his inability to control his emotions so many times growing up and he’d developed the survival skill of shutting down every time he felt like james was upset with him
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Kaz: Do you want to tell me why you punched a customer in the face?
Wylan: Because hes too tall to kick in the face
364 notes
·
View notes
Text
*at a death eater meeting*
Barty: They hate our strategies because we're dating!
Evan: …
Evan: We’re not dating?
Regulus: YOU’RE NOT!?
Barty *getting off Evan’s lap*: We’re not?!
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
Wylan: Wait, are you actually flirting with me?
Jesper: Have been for the past 5 months but thanks for finally noticing
144 notes
·
View notes
Text
other social media websites im on are like. hawk tuah girl and mr beast are collabing for a festables event. and tumblr is like. here are my top 10 favorite ants
54K notes
·
View notes
Text
technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,
698K notes
·
View notes
Text
yall remember in canon when kreacher charged into battle against the death eaters yelling about fighting for regulus?
647 notes
·
View notes
Text
wisdom, black magic
Wait-

Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...
86K notes
·
View notes