#The second verse is very regulus coded

[alittlechaotics-blog]

Absolutely devasted to find my Favourite black brothers edit to Franklin house by Brenn! Is gone. I will never emotionally recover from this!

[hinnyweasley]

I genuinely think about this all the time you guys don’t know how much sleep I’ve lost over it

Not to ruin your lives or anything, but second verse and the bridge are VERY regulus to Sirius coded. :(

THE FIRST VERSE OF “WE HUG NOW” (by Sydney Rose) FOR WOLFSTAR AS SIRIUS TALKING TO REMIS FROM AZKABAN

You don't see stars here, they're just city lights

I think back to where you live and how you can see the entire sky

It's occasional, sometimes I'll see the moon

And I'll think of you

Bc he misses their small flat on the outskirts of London where the sky is clear enough most days to see the sky. He misses the astronomy tower, the place he fell in love, the first and last place he felt safe

But at least he has the moon

I have nothing to say for myself I almost fainting when I first heard this bc I didn’t breathe

[thorrowle]

Rodolphus Lestrange had been an inconvenience in Thorfinn’s life for far too long. 

What started off as an engagement to his sister that he never believed in grew worse and more ugly as it developed, ending in abuse and fear. Then, after hurting his family, Rodolphus went and got himself in the middle of an investigation that not only put himself and his friends in danger, but once again put his sister in the middle of it all. Risking the Cause didn’t matter so much to Thorfinn; he knew someone would deal with him to get rid of any ties to the rest of them, so he didn’t worry about that. He worried once Sienna was called to testify against him, especially since he sincerely suspected it was really for the Order and not for the defense department. And as it all grew nearer and more dangerous, for his family and himself, Christopher, the few people he cared about, he was finally called into action. 

It was just a small meeting that started it all, and ultimately actually dealing with Rodolphus was let down to Thorfinn. Which, he felt, was only fair. There was time to prep every little detail, give everyone their part to play. Regulus Black was creating his alibi, impersonating him in the Ministry for the day so no one would have any reason to be leave Thorfinn could have possibly done it - because he was sure to be their first suspect. Christopher was getting Rodolphus to the location, an abandoned safe house far away from any other wizards or witches. That, and watching over Regulus to make sure he didn’t screw anything up in work as Thorfinn was rather worried he might. And Peter? Well, Peter’s part to play would come later.

It was very early in the morning when Thorfinn arrived at the safe house, making sure he wouldn’t be seen nor would his absence be noted by anyone. He wanted to scout it out one last time and make sure he had all his basis covered before Rodolphus showed up to prevent anything going wrong. He had always been something of a perfectionist, planning every detail of things before they happened, and this was no different. He had a very specific plan in mind, providing Rodolphus would act as predictably as Thorfinn suspected. Each detail was exactly planned in his mind, and he was going over it one last time when a text arrived from Christopher. It was coded of course, it said something about meeting for lunch but he knew it meant he was on his way with Rodolphus. 

Thorfinn hid away after the text, having found the perfect spot to watch who was coming up to the house without being spotted by them well until they were in the front room. That was how he spotted Rodolphus as he walked up to the house, too cocky to even attempt to conceal himself and too blind to even bother having his wand in his hand. Thorfinn smirked slightly to himself at the knowledge that Rodolphus was so ill prepared, his own wand in hand, poised and ready to strike. 

And that was just what he did.

The second the door closed and locked behind Rodolphus Thorfinn moved out from where he was hidden, shooting a binding spell at him before he even saw him. Rodolphus began shouting before he even saw who had attacked him, threats and swears leaving his mouth, worsening when he saw who had done it. 

“Hello,” Thorfinn started casually before accioing Rodolphus’s wand and standing on it, snapping it in half. “How are you? Long time no see.” Rodolphus’s threats hadn’t stopped throughout this so Thorfinn just sighed before casting a stunning spell followed by a silencing spell on him and shaking his head. “Since you don’t seem to be in the mood to chat how about I’ll talk and you listen,” he suggested, walking to stand in front of Rodolphus. 

“The Aurors are on your tail. They’ve got a nice little case against you all built up. There’s testimonies, witnesses, victims. It looks like all your public tantrums have finally started to catch up with you, Rodolphus. They’ve got it all and they’re about to take you down. Or, they would have, had I not intervened as I’m doing now,” he said, twirling his wand around his fingers. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he added, starting to walk around Rodolphus, who was glaring up at him, visibly seething with rage. 

“I might have just let them catch up with you. I would have quite enjoyed watching every mistake you’ve ever made come back to bite you but, I know you too well to allow that. We’ve known each other for a long time, Rodolphus and it’s made me think two things in particular. Firstly, that you would throw the rest of us under the bus to save yourself. Maybe even your brother if it came down to it.” Thorfinn could practically see Rodolphus’ internal struggle to use wandless magic to escape, but nothing happened and Thorfinn just smirked, still twirling his wand between his fingers.

“Secondly, that you have no respect for my family. Now, I’m not saying you and I were ever close; I always thought you were a pompous dick, but we were on the same side. Our families were aligned, our politics were aligned, our siblings were friends. It was almost nice until you decided to fuck with my sister.” He paused, his wand stilling as he gripped it in his hand, his expression darkening. 

“If there’s one thing I won’t allow it’s someone fucking with Sienna. And you should have known that. You should have known it before you even got to know her, before you proposed to her, before you beat her up in her own home.” At this he knelt down, squatting by Rodolphus’ face with his wand pressed against his cheek. “You should have known as soon as you set a hand on her that this day would come. It doesn’t matter how much you tried to scare her,” his wand dug into the other man’s cheek, “into keeping quiet, she was always going to tell me. And you should have known that I would get you back for that, that I would make you sorry for ever so much as looking in her direction.” If Thorfinn wasn’t as skilled as he was at controlling himself he was sure sparks would have flown from the end of his wand at that moment from sheer anger.

He stood up again, looking at Rodolphus with pure loathing. 

“Anyway, so I was planning how to get you back when this perfect opportunity arose. The Dark Lord wants you dead, and who better to do it than one of his most trusted followers?” Thorfinn asked rhetorically, beginning to walk again. “You should be glad, the choice was either me or Rabastan but I did ask if I could do it. He thought it would teach Rabastan a lesson if he was the one to do it, but you and I both know he’s not remotely capable. I’m not even sure he can use a wand but I am well versed,” he mused. 

“But don’t worry, I have plans of my own for Rabastan.” He didn’t, other than having nothing to do with him, but he was happy to let Rodolphus worry otherwise. “I mean what’s the worst I could do to him? Killing him would be no fun. I could report him but he’s pretty useless as a death eater, I can’t imagine he’s done much to go down for. I could treat him like you treated Sienna,” he suggested, looking down at Rodolphus as if awaiting his opinion. “Mess with his mind, hurt him, damage his reputation. That sounds fair. An eye for an eye,” he mused, humming in confirmation to himself. He still had no plans to do any of this but he enjoyed making Rodolphus worry about what might happen to his brother after he was gone  - if Rodolphus even cared about him.

“Anyway. Nice chat, but I think I’ve said all I have to say,” he said cheerily, holding his wand carefully, preparing the fire. 

Before he did he bent down to Rodolphus once more, letting all the anger and hatred he had ever felt for him show on his face. “Are you at all sorry for what you did?” He didn’t really want an answer - he would have gotten rid of the silencing charm if he had - but he just wanted to watch his reaction. And the reaction he got was a further glare that told him all he needed to know. Even on the brink of death Rodolphus couldn’t swallow his pride and apologise. Perhaps he thought Thorfinn wouldn’t actually go through with it. 

Unfortunately for Rodolphus that was not the case. 

“Avada Kedavra.” The words were quiet but that didn’t matter, you just had to really mean it. Thorfinn straightened up once more as the jet of green light hit Rodolphus’ chest, leaving him instantly lifeless. 

He spent a few minutes making sure there was no trace that he had ever been here before dropping evidence that maybe someone else had been there. He cast Morsmordre over the house and quickly apparated away, glad of a job well done and one problem gone from his life for good.