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Born to be a hater, forced to say everyone has their own opinion💔

[themirrorballfriend]

Mary Macdonald is for the girls who were told to "dress appropriately", so they wouldn't be a distraction. Mary Macdonald is for the girls who were everyone's pit stop, but never anyone's finish line. Mary Macdonald is for the girls who were told that people only paid attention to them for their looks. Mary Macdonald is for the girls who were only ever seen as a "good time". Mary Macdonald is for the girls who were always called "hot", but never once called "beautiful". Mary Macdonald is for the girls who were called sluts behind their backs. Mary Macdonald is for the girls who host parties, despite feeling like an open wound. Mary Macdonald is for the girls that are always bridesmaids, but never brides. Mary Macdonald is for the girls who yearn for love, but will only ever receive lust. Mary Macdonald is for the girls who were only ever acknowledged for their beauty, but never for their brain, or their soul, or their heart. Mary Macdonald is not just the person Sirius Black dated before Remus Lupin. Mary Macdonald has depth and complexity, as well as just beauty.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk❤️

[themirrorballfriend]

Bad Day | Rosekiller

965 words, Trigger Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Mild Swearing

Barty woke up in a cold sweat with shaking limbs. It was the same recurring nightmare he's been having weeks in a row.

He's in his father's study undoubtedly being lectured on how much of a disappointment he is, when he lifts his wand off the desk and utters the spell. "Crucio." He is immediately hit with excruciating pain leaving him a crumbling mess on the floor of his father's study.

A quick Tempus charm told him it was four o'clock in the morning. If his uneven breathing was anything to go by, he would not be getting anymore sleep that night.

By the time he actually managed to close his eyes for a bit, the first rays of sunlight had already started peaking through his blinds.

The next time he woke up to a shrill voice screaming "CROUCH!"

His father's voice? No, his father only ever addressed him as Bartemius.

"CROUCH!" The voice yelled again.

He finally identified the voice as his roommate's "WHAT!" he replied, getting sick of the incessant yelling.

"Get the fuck up, man. Breakfast ends in five minutes. And we have potions with Slughorn in fifteen." his roommate spoke, before promptly exiting the room.

He flung himself out of bed and haphazardly put on his uniform before rushing to the Great Hall with just enough time to snag a single croissant. Great. Just Great.

Because of his late start to the morning, he had missed out on his favourite routine of all time. You see most people often assume that because of Barty's careless nature, he didn't have any routines or rituals but he did. And his favourite one was always spending breakfast with Evan. If and how long he spent the morning with Evan would shape the mood for his entire day. And it was pretty clear that today was going to a shite fest.

Potions with Slughorn was a drag and to make it worse it was with the Hufflepuffs. All the old man did was read off the book the entire time, then assign five parchments on the uses of Stewed Mandrake in potions.

Next was Advanced Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The lack of sleep had made it quite hard to concentrate as it was, but at some point James and Sirius had thought it would be a good idea to start hexing each other halfway through the lesson.

One of James hexes had been redirected by one of Sirius's spells and had ended up hitting him, turning half his hair red, and the other half yellow.

"Loving the new look, Crouch." Sirius sniggered. James barely managing to hold in his laugh next to him.

"You absolutely pieces of shite!" Barty shouted. "Bloody wankers, the two of you!"

"Detention, Mr.Crouch!" McGonagall spoke, her voice firm and lips downturned into a scowl.

His day didn't improve after that. During Arithmancy, his seatmate had dropped his inkwell causing Barty's hands and shirt to be covered in ink. That was, as they say, the straw that broke the thestral's back. He simply stood up and started walking out of the classroom, ignoring the Professor's words of protest.

As he was walking down the hall, muttering to himself, he slammed into someone.

"Oi! Bugger o—" he stopped when he realised who he had walked into.

Looking up, he was met with a pair of crystal blue eyes and blonde curls.

"Bee, what's wrong?" Evan asked in that deep, calming voice of his.

"Huh?" Barty said, still staring at him with a bewildered expression on his face, as if Evan had asked the most bizarre question he had ever heard.

"I asked if you were alright." Evan sighed.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Barty asked, avoiding even the thought of his less than stellar day.

"Reg and I skipped Divination. He's with Potter at their dorm. What happened to you?" Evan prodded.

And that's when Evan finally took a good look at Barty. His hair was out of sorts and his hands were stained blue with ink. But his eyes were by far the worst. They were sunken in with dark purple bags underneath them.

"Come on." Evan told him, lacing their hands together and leading him to the dungeons.

Evan quickly muttered the password and guided them to the dorm. He then locked the door and sat Barty down on his bed.

"Tell me what happened." Evan said, careful to keep his voice both gentle and firm.

"Nothing happened. I'm fine. In fact, I really need to getting class. Sprout will have my head, if I'm late to Herbology." Barty replied, not meeting his eyes.

To anyone else, it might've looked like Barty was fine. But, him and Barty have been together for eight months, and in that time Evan had learned to read him like a book.

Evan always knew if Barty was lying to him, because he could never look him in the eye.

"Listen Bee, this doesn't work— we don't work, if there are secrets between us. If you're having a bad day, that's fine. But you can't lie to me and pretend that you're okay, if you're not feeling well, you can talk to me about it. I will always listen. It's my duty as your friend, and your boyfriend. I know it's hard to talk about things that are bothering you, but all I ask is that you try, for me." Evan said, his voice laced with love and sincerity.

Tears pricked Barty's eyes, making him think of all the times Evan had tried for him, in spite of all the hardships.

That's how Barty found himself with his head in Evan's lap, telling him all about his terrible day. All while Evan stroked his hair and comforted him, until he eventually fell asleep.

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[themirrorballfriend]

What I think The Marauders + The Skittles college majors would be:

James Potter: Sports Medicine/Kinesiology

Sirius Black: Music

Remus Lupin: History/English Literature

Peter Pettigrew: Film Studies

Lily Evans: Nursing

Mary Macdonald: Linguistics

Marlene Mckinnon: Aviation

Dorcas Meadows: Fashion

Regulus Black: English Literature/Software Engineering

Barty Crouch Jr: Finance

Evan Rosier: Law

Pandora Rosier/Lovegood: Environmental Management

Bonus

Frank Longbottom: Business Studies

Alice Fortescue: Journalism/Communications

[themirrorballfriend]

I feel like some people in the marauders fandom need to hear this so I'm putting it out there: Peter Pettigrew is a complex character and he's not the classic Disney villain that everyone paints him out to be. We understand that he betrayed his friends and told Lord Voldemort where James and Lily were, but we also have to understand his thought process. He always felt like the backup friend and that reflects a lot in his personality. There was an obvious difference in the way the other marauders treated him as opposed to each other, specifically Sirius. James and Sirius were best friends, and Remus and Sirius had their own thing going on, and James and Remus were also close. While Peter was mostly seen as just James' friend, or the one who James took pity on. He slowly started drifting away from James when James met Sirius because he was spending less time with him. Sirius always saw Peter as a whiny little git and Remus only talked to him if James and Sirius weren't around and on the rare occasions where he wasn't with Marlene, Mary, or Lily. This led to Peter feeling like an appendage and like he was constantly fourth-wheeling everything. So when Peter was caught by Lord Voldemort and given the choice between his life and James', it's obvious he would choose his. Because as Sirius said "I would've died for my friends". But that's the thing, James wasn't Peter's friend. He hadn't been for long time. He was only a stranger he once knew. And when given the choice between you life or a stranger's, it's obvious what choice you'd make. This is by no means a justification for his actions, simply a reasoning for them. I am not a Peter kinnie, but I simply think this should be put out there.

Thank you if you read until this far. And thank you for coming to my Ted Talk🩷

[themirrorballfriend]

Guys, I just started Crimson Rivers. How screwed am I?

Update: I just finished the first chapter and had a whole panic attack about it. This is not for the faint-hearted. I just know this fic is going to wreck me.

[themirrorballfriend]

R.I.P. Sirius Black. You would've loved spending the first 15 minutes of each class in the bathroom for no legitimate reason.