Regulus: You ever think that if you were never born, your partner would be in a lot of trouble?
Mary: On the daily.
Lily: She'd be hopeless without me.
Dorcas: She'd go to jail a lot more without me.
Remus: Sirius still goes to jail with me here.
Regulus: James goes to jail with Sirius and Marlene.
Alice: Cissa would be like Bels.
Ted: Andy would be like Bels.
Rita: Well, Bels would be like her parents if it wasn't for me.
Sybil: Peter still does stupid shit. I can't stop him.
Amelia: Emma would be dead somewhere.
Frank: Hestia' too dumb to do anything other than go along with everyone else.
Aurora: Lia isn't one to get into trouble unless she's looking for it.
Evan: Barty just likes going to jail. He says it's comfy.
Regulus, Dorcas, Mary, Lily, Remus, Alice, Ted, Rita, Amelia, Frank, Sybil, and Aurora: *Turns to look at Evan*
Dorcas: You're the one who helps him get in trouble.
Barty: Um, rude. I do that by myself.
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crack fic
985 words, @wolfstarmicrofic
It was a well-known fact that Remus Lupin didn’t share. He didn’t share his notes, his books, his clothes, his secrets, his food, his thoughts, his everything. Remus would lend you something, but you’d better give it back, else you’d face his cruel silent treatment, feeling his glower for days on end and having no clue why until you realised — Oh! SHIT! Sorry, Remus!
Even after that, Remus would hold a long, hard grudge against you. He would never give you his beautiful smile ever again.
Which was why Sirius had a mission to never incur Remus’s fury, because Remus was so beautiful and he would die if he never saw Remus’s smile again; even the thought right now was a dagger to his side—
Anyway, always give Remus his stuff back, never take, never ask unless Remus, in all his divine glory, blessed it upon you, and appreciate Remus as the holy saviour that he was.
Those were Sirius’s life mottos, and he stuck to them like religion.
Until one fateful day.
“Oi, Sirius!” James called. “We should have a competition to see who’s the best at eating with no hands!”
“Mate, you’re so on,” Sirius grinned, but before he could stuff his face into his plate of full English breakfast, he realised his hair was loosely hanging around his shoulders, and he couldn’t get egg yolk on it, especially at the start of a school day.
“Here,” Remus passed him a hair tie, not looking up from his book.
Sirius gingerly took it, holding it up as he revered it in the light. A sacred possession from the Remus Lupin. Then James snatched it, quickly tied Sirius’s hair up, and shoved his face into the plate. By the time they’d finished, Remus had gone.
“Urgh,” James groaned. “I think that was a tie.”
Sirius scowled, before he remembered. Hair tie! In his hair! Remus’s!
He needed to return it. “Rematch later,” he told James, before running off to find Remus.
When he got to first period English, Remus was already sitting in his chair in the front-left corner of the classroom, so Sirius resigned himself to his seat in the back-left corner. (McGonagall had seating plans, where she liked to keep ride-or-dies apart, like an obstacle in bromance films.)
James shot Sirius a look as he entered the classroom late, as if Sirius was the odd one for being punctual, and took his seat in the front-right corner, while Peter drooled on his desk in the back-right corner.
Now, how was he to return Remus’s hair tie?
He could always shoot it. Sirius stretched it between two fingers, released it, letting it soar in a beautiful arc… to hit the back of Emmeline’s head. She frowned, picked it up, shrugged, and slid it onto her wrist to add to her growing collection of hair tie bracelets.
What if the hair tie had been poisoned?! She couldn’t slide it onto her wrist like nothing! She didn’t even glance back to see who the culprit was! She needed help. Although the priority was getting the hair tie back, not Emmeline’s concerning state of mind.
Now, how was he to get it back?
As Emmeline raised her hand to answer McGonagall, Sirius eyed the hair tie, glinting like stolen jewellery.
Once the lesson had finished, Sirius waited back for her, except James challenged him to race to next period chemistry, and…
Yeah, no hair tie… but he won? He even caught up with Remus’s insanely long strides, and Remus had offered him congratulations, so no grudge holding! Not yet at least.
“That wasn’t fair. Pete tripped me up,” James muttered, flopping next to Sirius.
“It was an accident!” Peter defended. “I was tir—” He yawned, and rested his head on the desk.
Sirius spent the whole lesson counting down until the next lesson and then that lesson counting down until the next lesson, until lunch arrived, and he scanned the tables for Emmeline. He spotted her, just as she was leaving the Dining Hall, and moved to chase after her. However, he was holding James’s sleeve for some reason, and ended up dragging him across the floor.
“What the fuck?” James glared up at him.
“No! I’ve lost her!” Sirius moped.
Remus placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Sirius, you’ll get your mental stability back. And I respect her pronouns. Are you still a he?”
Sirius gave him the most incredulous expression, and turned to get lunch and eat his problems away.
Next lesson and next lesson went on, until dinner, and he spotted Emmeline, the bloody marauder, the miscreant, the tyrant—
He stalked towards her, fuming. “Hello, Emmeline,” he greeted robotically.
“Hi?” She responded.
“Please could I have that hair tie?” He pointed.
“Sure.” She passed him one.
“No, not that one,” he shook his head. “That one.”
She raised a brow, passing him another.
“Oh, fuck’s sake,” he grabbed her wrist, and took off Remus’s precious artefact — no wonder she couldn’t give it up.
“Oi,” Mary cut in. “Don’t manhandle my girlfriend!”
And that was how a brawl broke out at dinner. Sirius got a detention.
After detention, he finally made it to the dormitory, ready to throw himself into bed after a stupidly tiring day — but then he remembered why his day had been tiring. The hair tie! He didn’t have it…
“Remus,” he whispered.
The boy lowered his book and looked at him expectantly.
“I… might’ve lost your hair tie…”
Remus frowned. Oh no. Here it comes. Everlasting rage—
“What hair tie? Oh, that hair tie. I borrowed that from Emmeline, ‘cause Sprout thought my hair was too long for a bio practical,” he rolled his eyes. “I meant to return it, except then you needed one, and I couldn’t refuse you ‘cause I’m a simp,” he shrugged.
Sirius gaped at him. “I… may also be… a simp… for you.”
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wolfstar & marylily - friends, a bit distant at first, to lovers, gradual, slow, sweet
prongsfoot, marylene & rosekiller - codependent asf besties, lines were blurred the entire time, had a toxic phase, sudden realization after confusing drama, settled into lovers, surprising yet totally expected, actually obsessed with each other, morals fly out the window when the other is involved, they'd kill to make the other smile
nobleflower & quillkiller - og forbidden romance girlies, curiosity at first glance, NOT enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, sneaky looks, late night meet ups, gazing at the stars, sketching each others' silhouettes, last kisses were sobbing messes, knew from the start it would never last
dorlene & bartylus - pure hate to lovers, rivalry, tension, heated kisses, where one went the other followed (dorcas following marlene into the order, barty following regulus into the death eaters)
pandalily & emmary - sickeningly sweet, witches yes but like crazy witchesTM, whimsical, flowers in hair, sunlight filtering through fingers, strangeness all around, friendly academic rivalry, orgies in the common room and woods(?)
wiseflower - a curious crush but nothing much, at first that is, reunited years later as teachers, crush revived instantly, friendly banter with underlying tension, teacher's party with drops of alcohol and then official oldie goodie gays, mothered the students together, good cop bad cop and such
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