Regulus: if you do that again, I'll throw you out the fucking window you-
Regulus:
Regulus: what the fuck are you doing?
James: checking how high the drop is, see if it's worth it.
Regulus:
Regulus: you little bitch
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James was the last Marauder born.
And the first Marauder Dead.
Regulus was the last Black to be born.
And the first Black Dead.
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“No—listen, I didn’t mean—” “—to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?
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Every day I become more and more like Trevor Watson. As someone who is currently a stage manager for an amateur college theater group. Who is currently working on a show with an over ambitious director.
And then I’m also a stage manager for my legit (not student run) theatre department on campus and the director in that production is also being really over ambitious and isn’t understanding how tech works
I become this more and more every day.
Because it’s really not my job to do this.
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James: I'm a photographer, I've been looking for a face like yours.
Regulus: I'm a plastic surgeon, I've been looking for a face like yours.
James:
Regulus:
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Jan 14 - Devil - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 295
"Speak of the devil," James teased, digging Sirius in the side with his elbow to get him to look over in Remus' direction.
As Remus crossed the Gryffindor Common Room and sunk down in the armchair before the fireplace, he had the uncomfortable feeling that whatever James and Sirius had been talking about had been giving them great amusement.
The ghost of a smile still lingered on Sirius' face as he looked down at the copy of the Daily Prophet he was pretending to read. He affected a tone of disinterest and said, "Maybe we should ask Moony for tips?"
"Tips?" Remus' voice wavered.
Sirius smirked down at the paper.
"Oh yes. I'm sure there's a great deal we could learn."
Remus looked imploringly in James' direction.
James grew a little pink as he said, "Oh, there's just this rumour going round.. well, not a rumour. Just some girls were overheard talking and...erm..." James looked at Sirius and said, "Well, you heard it, Padfoot."
Sirius folded his paper and fixed his attention keenly on Remus' face as he said, adopting a voice a few octaves higher than his own, "That Lupin boy is an amazing kisser."
Remus felt his cheeks burning, heard James snort, and wished the ground would swallow him. There were worse things to hear that people were saying behind your back. But he'd rather not get into all this, right now, with them.
Especially not him.
"Well, Moony?" Sirius asked. He was not going to leave it.
Remus had no choice but to laugh as though he didn't care. He ran his hands through his hair in what hoped appeared to be a relaxed manner and was gratified to see a dark look cross Sirius' face when he said with a shrug, "Mischief managed."
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