#wilkes

[souryam]

not Halloween yet but it's October so it's valid.. Snape's Gang w their little costumes in a muggle au

[the-most-faithful]

Snape Gang Fancast

This is my Fancast

[slyther-bi]

When your friends get turned into kids and now you're stuck taking care of them.....

Severus is not doing so well....he's stuck caring for Barty who is just clueless and more unpredictable, Mulciber who is too energetic, Regulus who is far too emotional and sensitive and deprived of affection, Evan who is far more obsessed with him than before, Wilkes who is basically the only normal kid there, Avery who asks a lot of questions, and Lucius who doesn't really care and is Severus's favorite at the moment.

(The only easy thing about this drawing was the drawing reference I found. Everything else was complicated.)

[slytherin-boys]

Wes: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Evan: 'Prettiest Smile'

Will: 'Nicest Personality'

Klaus: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Severus: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

◇Wes is Avery, Klaus is Mulciber, And William or Will is Wilkes◇

[maraudersera-slytherins-1970s]

The Slytherin Centered Friend Groups

Snape’s Slytherin Gang:

-Severus Snape

-Sebastian Mulciber

-Louis Avery

-Rupert Wilkes

-Evan Rosier

-Lucinda Talkalot

-Emma Vanity

-Dorcas Meadowes

Yaxley’s Gang:

-Corban Yaxley

-Dominic Travers

-Walden Macnair

-Thorfinn Rowle

-Antonin Dolohov

The Emeralds:

-Regulus Black

-Barty Crouch Jr

-Evan Rosier

-Dorcas Meadowes

-Lorcan D’Eath

-Pandora Rosier (Ravenclaw)

The Quidditch Friends:

-Sebastian Mulciber

-Lucinda Talkalot

-Emma Vanity

-Regulus Black

-Thaddeus Nott

-Dorcas Meadowes

-Rupert Wilkes

-Louis Avery (occasionally)

-Rabastan Lestrange (occasionally)

Vanity’s Gang:

-Emma Vanity

-Charity Burbage (Hufflepuff)

-Amelia and Edgar Bones (Hufflepuff)

-Dirk Cresswell (Hufflepuff)

-Stubby Boardman (Ravenclaw)

-Xenophilius Lovegood (Ravenclaw)

The Main Study Group:

-Louis Avery

-Severus Snape

-Rabastan Lestrange

-Evan Rosier

-Thaddeus Nott

-Barty Crouch Jr

-Regulus Black

-Aurora Sinistra (Ravenclaw)

-Florence and Samuel Selwyn (Ravenclaws)

The troublemakers/pranksters:

-Rabastan Lestrange

-Barty Crouch Jr

-Thorfinn Rowle

-Sebastian Mulciber

-Alecto and Amycus Carrow

[atlasdoe]

"And where are your school friends today, Severus?" Emmeline asked, feeling the blood rush into her ears with each word.

Snape looked unfazed. "One of them Is currently working at Hogwarts alongside me," he answered with a smile. Aurora Sinistra, Emmeline recalled.

Snape went on. "Another is working with children across the UK. She's helping provide homes for those who lost their parents during the war." Charity Burbag. "I'm not sure what one of them is doing. After the war he left and I haven't heard from him since."

Emmeline had a hard time placing that one before Remus scoffed with an eye roll. "Yeah, that's because he wasn't just a Death Eater but a liar," he accused, causing Emmeline to remember. Ah yes, Edmund Avery.

Severus shrugged, but didn't say anything in response, he just continued. "Two of them were killed during the war." Evan Rosier and Juliette Wilkes. "And the last..." he sighed and finished his drink. "The last is in Azkaban." Bruce Mulciber.

Emmeline expected Snape to show some kind of remorse. She thought that he would cry or admit that he didn't spend their school years with the right people as she had seen Pandora do so many times since Frank and Alce's torture. Only Snape didn't seem sorry at all. Instead, he turned to Remus.

"Two are successful," he said simply. "That's something you wouldn't be able to relate to."

Remus' jaw clenched but he stayed silent. Snape smirked slightly and spoke again. "Two are successful," he repeated. "One I haven't heard from in years, two were killed and the last is in Azkaban." Their eyes locked as Snape's smirk grew. "What was that you were saying? About how different we are?"

"Don't you dare," Remus hissed, standing up despite his bad knees and pushing the table away. "Your friends killed my friends!"

"My friends had nothing to do with the death of Lily, Potter and Pettigrew," Snape argued, also standing up and mirroring Remus' stance leaning across the table. "The person who killed your friends is called Sirius Black, and you know more than anyone that he is anything but my friend." Snape's head tilted, as his face suddenly grew an amused expression. "What was he to you, Lupin?" he mocked.

Remus' face did something that Emmeline had never seen it do before. All expression of anything gentle had been replaced with what could only be described as his wolf side coming out. She, along with Gildeory both held their breath as they watched the two men stand off.

In the past six years that Emmeline had gotten to know Snape and Remus after the war, she knew that neither of their first insistent would be violent, but at that moment it looked as if Remus was about to transform into the wolf and kill Snape there and then. Snape's face still held the cruel smile. He knew that he struck the exact nerve that he wanted to and as much as Emmeline wanted to hate him for it, she couldn't. Snape was right. They really weren't that different after all.

Something in Remus' eyes told Emmeline that he was thinking the same. She didn't know if she should've prepared herself for him to hit Snape or hug him. In the end, he did what she really should've expected him to do all along, considering it's all he ever seems to be capable of. Remus didn't face the facts head on or even try to deny them. He just drew back and walked away.

That was the difference between them, Emmeline realised. At least Snape had the courage to not run away from his past.

[writernopal]

Friday Kiss Tag

I was tagged by @oh-no-another-idea here, thank you so much! 💙

Rules: post a smooch from your writing for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

The snippet below is from AASOAF 3, featuring my favorite on again off again couple, Fay and Wilkes.

She looked at me through hazy eyes, becoming, for those few moments, the woman I knew in my youth. The one whose skin had been shucked off by the violence of life and living. The one who pleaded to be loved through every gaze even though she spoke as if she were the rare sort whose purpose it was to be unloved. The one who crossed her very nature to welcome me into her arms…

“I want to dock at Kinsler’s Nest.” She whispered. “But I can’t do that if you’re not there and I’m not here…”

“Can you trust me?”

She took my hand in hers and raised it to her lips, brushing the back of it with her warm breath. My scales prickled. “No.”

“Then why?”

“Because…” She kissed my knuckles tenderly. “You’re the greatest weapon there is.”

“And what is that?” I asked softly as I raised her chin.

She closed the gap between us, eyes glittering with her signature avarice. “A shield. You're not made to hurt me. You try...but you can't... And nothing has changed. I still hate you. I still want you gone. So don't make this a reason...”

“Woman of mine, I don’t need a reason to be wanted by you…” I brushed my lips against hers gently.

She kissed me back. “Liar.” 

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[merlinsbbeard]

Bucking Brooms & Bloody Bludgers

@jilymicrofics Prompt: pain, words: 1404, content warning: head injury.

James groaned, eyes blinking wildly as the Hospital Wing ceiling came into focus. The sound around him was muffled, overcome by an unrelenting monotonous ringing in his ears. Pain split and re-split his skull. His nostrils stung with an overwhelming scent of chemicals. His very fibres ached, and he briefly wondered if this was how Remus felt after the full moon.

James was not unfamiliar with the Hospital Wing. He had had many injuries and ailments over the last six years at Hogwarts, but none so alarming as this. 

That morning—James hoped it was that morning—was the onset of the last match of the year. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Stakes were high, as Gryffindor was beating Ravenclaw for the Cup, and Slytherin was beating them all. The game was Gryffindor’s to lose, and if they did they would be plunged into third place. 

It was because of this, that inter-house rivalry was significantly more potent in the antecedent weeks than they had been all year. Somehow, the air in the Great Hall was tenser than when Severus Snape had deflected Sirius’s Entomorphis Hex outside Defence Against the Dark Arts that February—James agreed that “the slimy git deserved it”—and hit a passing-by Hufflepuff, whose head sprouted feelers and back sported a pair of wings. The corridor had turned into an all-out riot, with students of all houses getting involved.

Despite the relatively early hour of the morning, the Great Hall was packed. Students were roving about the four banquet tables; many were placing bets and breaking into rehearsed chants, and more than once Professor McGonagall reprimanded groups for waving banners inside. 

James sat closest to the doors; with him were Sirius, Remus and Peter, as well as his teammates. He had been pushing his eggs around his plate for the past ten minutes; the mere smell of them made him want to yack, but a worm in his ear named Sirius had been telling him to “eat up” and that he would “need the energy for the game.”

“Good luck, Potter.” Tommy O’Connell, a seventh-year Gryffindor, clapped James on the back as he passed by. 

James winked over his shoulder at him, and turned back to his plate. Deciding that Sirius was right, he quickly ate as much of his plate as he could keep down—his stomach was roiling with nerves. “Ready?” he asked his team. 

“Ready.” Owen Atkinson, a burly fifth-year Beater nodded once, confidently, but secretly his hands shook beneath the table. 

Libby Marsh and Mya Gardner agreed, smiling uneasily up at their Captain and fellow Chaser. And Monty Burns, the other Beater, looked positively green. Their Seeker, Marlene McKinnon, only nibbled at the corner of her toast, eyes fixed on the oak tabletop, where Cohen Hughes, the Keeper, had planted his face as soon as he sat down with the group. 

“Go get ‘em, Prongs.” Remus smiled reassuringly at him. 

“We’ll be rooting for you.” Peter’s face was red and gold with paint, and he held two measly thumbs up.

James nodded stiffly at them and rose from his seat, followed by the rest of his team. He had just crossed the threshold into the Entrance Hall when he collided with someone that hadn’t been there a moment ago. 

“Watch it, Potter,” a scathing voice spat. It was Tadhg Wilkes. 

James was all too familiar with Wilkes. He was one of the youngest in the Slytherin gang, along with Snape, who was standing a little away from the commotion. Wilkes was renowned amongst their year group for hexing first and second-years, and getting away with it. He was otherwise a star student, Prefect, and part of the Slug Club. 

“Wilkes.” James levelled his gaze with the shorter boy. “Don’t go tripping over now, you might hurt yourself.”

Wilkes’s hand shot to his waistband where his wand was stowed, apprehensively. “Worry about yourself, Potter. Quidditch is a dangerous game…”

James had shaken off the odd exchange and put it down to theatrics. In fact, it was the last thing on his mind when his Nimbus 1700 had suddenly lurched from beneath him. 

“GRYFFINDOR IN THE LEAD BY NINETY POINTS,” the commentator, a seventh-year Hufflepuff named Michael Kelly, yelled into the microphone. 

James felt it lurch again. He muttered to it, “Come on, don’t do this to me now.” 

Mya flew past him, Quaffle tucked securely under her arm, followed by Libby who yelled at him to get back in the game. 

James took off once more, regaining control of his broom. He felt the sheer power of the thing rush through his fingertips and into his veins. It felt like he possessed pure energy. 

“AND TURNER HAS STOLEN POSSESSION FROM GARDNER. RAVENCLAW IS BACK ON THEIR GAME.” 

Simon Turner and his teammate Oli Dawson flew parallel up the pitch, looping to pass to one another. 

James was quick to follow. He darted towards the hoops, wind stinging his face. Under the Seekers, left of the Beaters, right of the Bludgers, through the scrambling Chasers.

He was gaining on them. 

James thought that if he reached out as far as he could, then his fingertips would surely have brushed the Quaffle. This was, of course,  if he hadn’t been hit square in the abdomen with a well-aimed Bludger. 

His lungs instantly lost capacity. 

“POTTER HAS BEEN HIT. I REPEAT, POTTER IS DOWN.” The words rumbled in his head. 

James barely had time to gasp for air before his broom bucked and he was flung into open air. 

There was a collective gasp from the spectators as he plummeted towards the stands. 

Limbs flailed in a frantic attempt to save themselves, grasping for what wasn’t there. His body was spinning erratically, faster than his mind could comprehend. The grassy pitch got larger by the second, but before he was even halfway down—

Crunch.

Hushed voices drifted in through the Hospital Wing doors, which had been left open a whisker, snapping James out of his dazed recollection. His ears had stopped ringing by then. 

“I cannot allow him any visitors at the moment.” 

“Please Madam Pomfrey, I won’t get in the way.” James recognised the disembodied voice. 

There was a pause, then the door creaked, and two sets of footsteps scuttled in. 

The sanitary-blue curtains around his too-small cot were harshly drawn open. Bright light flooded his vision, which he attempted to block with his hand. His arm, he now noticed, was bandaged with an itchy gauze. 

“James.” 

Lily Evans stood at the foot of the cot. Her eyes were frazzled and red from crying, her long titian hair uncharacteristically messy, her lips raw and nails gnawed to stumps. 

“Be honest, am I still handsome?” His voice was wheezy. Weak from not being used. 

Lily let out a half-laugh, half-sob. She rounded the cot, taking a seat at his side, and took his hand gingerly in hers. “Are you alright?” Her voice was brittle. 

“Of course,” he squeezed her hand, casting her a reassuring smile. 

Lily smiled in return. Watery and unconvincing. Her eyes kept flicking to his head, then back to his eyes. 

James frowned. “Is there something wrong with my…“ 

He reached his free hand towards his scalp, where most of his pain stemmed from. His tentative fingers were met with a patch of supple new skin, where thick hair usually grew. 

Lily swallowed loudly. “You hit your head.” 

“Go on.” 

“You hit your head on the stands on the way down and—and there was a lot of blood.” Her voice cracked. “Oh, James.”

She threw herself onto his chest—luckily Madam Pomfrey had already healed all the bruising—burying her face in the warm crook of his neck, breaking into tears for the third time that day. Her shoulders shook, tears and saliva dampening his ghastly hospital gown. 

“It’s alright.” He stroked her hair soothingly, shushing her. “I’m alright.”

It was a small while before the sobs were replaced by slow breaths and the occasional hiccup. 

Eventually Lily whispered, “I thought you were going to die,” though it was difficult to make out. 

“Can’t get rid of me that easily,” he chuckled. 

A deep breath. “The boys are outside. They probably want to see you.” Lily started to sit up but James swiftly pulled her back into him, further onto his lap. He nuzzled his face into her soft hair. 

“Stay with me,” he whispered. 

“Of course. Always.”

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[datawfulboy]

slytherin gang

[seriousbrat]

other DE fancasts

Avery: (Jonathan Raggett)

Mulciber: (Charley Palmer Rothwell, I'm so attached to this one he's perfect. so evil looking)

Rosier: (Michael Socha)

Wilkes: (alex lawther)

Regulus: (Craig Roberts)

Barty: (Harry Kirton. I already posted him but I'll do it again just to keep everyone together)

[n2xou-of-the-fandom]

[souryam]

the whole gang posing for a portrait before they start DYING 😭 poor babies. but I love them.

anyway they are : severus snape, wilhelm wilkes and bruce mulciber II, then sitting down there's charity burbage, aurora sinistra and edmund avery jr.

[trashmouththeorist]

Snape’s Gang — Dark Side. a small edit i made when i was bored :) not completely finished

[slyther-bi]

Kinda thinking about writing a story about Severus leaving hogwarts in his last year and giving up on magic and the magical world. His friends Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes decided to go along with him since in this story Severus is the only good thing in their life. Of course they give up magic and the magical world too, and dispose of their wands.

Then all 5 of them go on road trips with whatever money Evan, Mulciber, Avery, and Wilkes managed to take from the family vaults and with whatever momey Severus made from doing people's homework and selling potions. And Severus is teaching them how to do muggle shit and they're all just happy together.

There's a lot of info I'm leaving out but chances are I'll make a post about this, but I was listening to music and the idea popped into my head.

[slytherin-boys]

Wes: Where’s Klaus?

Will: Doing stupid stuff.

Wes: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Evan?

Will: Trying to stop Klaus from doing stupid stuff.

Wes: And Severus?

Will: Trying to stop Evan from stopping Klaus from doing stupid stuff.

Wes: I see. And what are you doing here, Will?

Will: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Severus from stopping Evan from stopping Klaus from doing stupid stuff.

[somesnapefan2]

Part12 of theses Slytherins:

Idea given by @rosetheslytherpuffxoxo