#February 9

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Pictures of Taylor tripping while getting down from the Folklore cabin:

"My life flashed before my eyes!"

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Camille Simoine Winbush: February 9, 1990

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Timothée Chalamet, Zendaya, Josh Brolin and Denis Villeneuve with the crew while filming ‘Dune: Part Two.’

📸 by Greig Fraser, IG credit to joshbrolin

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February 9, 1915 The Diaries Of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: February 9. Wrote a little today and yesterday. Dog story. Just now read the beginning. It is ugly and gives me a headache. END ID]

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Happy 4th Birthday to

“Making an Indoor Tornado to Flex on Mother Nature”

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Prompt 9 - Movie

@jegulus-microfic February 9 Word count 980

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Regulus woke in relative comfort. His wounds had all been healed, and he’d been allowed to sleep. 

His hair was moving strangely, though. He craned his head to get a better look.

James Potter was absentmindedly trailing his fingers through Regulus’s hair.

“Hi,” His voice was cracked and raw. But it was still understandable. James jumped. He hadn’t realised Regulus had woken up.

“Oh, hi. How are you feeling?” James asked, already scanning Regulus for signs of pain. 

“Good. My skin feels a bit tight where the cuts were, but I’m sure that will go away once everything’s fully healed.” James nodded in agreement. 

“Oh, I’m supposed to let them know when you wake up.” James pulled out his wand and cast the patronus charm. A huge regal stag shot out of his wand, casting them in its eerie blue light. “Tell Frank that Reg is awake,” James told the ghostly creature. It galloped away through the wall, and a moment later, they could hear footsteps crossing the floor above them.

Mad-Eye Moody came through the door, glowering at the reclining Regulus. Regulus put all his energy into not recoiling at the sight of him. He refused to give him that satisfaction. 

“I need details, and I need names.” Moody barked at him, getting straight to the point. Regulus appreciated that. He didn’t have the patience for niceties. “And you, I don’t want a peep out of you if I allow you to stay.” He ordered, narrowing his eyes at James. 

“Yes, Mad-Eye. I promise.” Moody looked at the cot Regulus had been sleeping on and waved his wand. Regulus was levitated into the air, and he watched as the cot transformed back into the chair it had been the previous day. He was lowered onto it. Then, the chair scooted itself forward until Regulus was at the table. 

Moody took a scroll of parchment and a quill from his robes and set them on the table. He then looked at Regulus pointedly, waiting for him to begin. 

“I don’t know how.” He stated but added when Moody glared at him, demanding more. “As far as I’m aware, those orders are being left until the last minute. So there are no leaks.”

“Does he think he has a spy in his organisation?” Moody interrupted him. His deeply scared face revealed nothing. 

“I’m not sure. He’s been keeping important information close to his chest more so than usual.”

“Alright. Names?” Moody moved the questioning on, clearly deciding that Regulus didn’t have anything else to offer about the actual attack. 

“Malfoy,”

“Which one?”

“Both.” Moody nodded and made a note on his scroll of parchment. 

“Next.”

“Lestrange,”

“Which?”

“All three,”

“Three?”

“Rodolphus, Rabastan and Bellatrix.”

“Ah yes, she’s a Lestrange now, isn’t she? I still think of her as a Black.” More jotting. “Any more?”

“Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Lee, Dolohov and Snyde.” He gave as many big names as he could. But left out his friends. Evan and Barty would be safe for now. 

“Hmm,” Moody murmured to himself as he scanned the list. "That’s a good lot to be getting on with. We know about most of these. But Lee and Nott, these are new leads. Well done, Black.” He stood up and made to leave. 

“Wait! What about me? What’s going to happen to me?” Regulus’s eyes darted between Moody and James. 

“Oh, I’ll have someone from the Ministry come and pick you up and take you to Azkaban,” Moody said blandly, carefully rolling up the parchment. 

“Azkaban?” Regulus felt his whole body go numb.

“You’re a death eater, Black. What did you expect?”

“You can’t do that to him!” James broke his promise to keep silent during the interrogation and leapt out of his chair. 

“I can and I will, Potter. He’s killed countless people on our side. Good people.” Moody didn’t even bother to look at them, already planning his next steps. 

“Please, Mad-Eye. There has to be something else. Anything else. Please, please don’t send him there.” James’s eyes had filled with tears at the thought of Regulus sitting in one of the cold stone cells of Azkaban surrounded by dementors. 

There was a sudden banging noise outside the door, and Sirius came barging in with Remus in tow. 

“Where the bloody hell have you been Black?” Moody shouted, already aggravated by James’s outburst. 

“Remus took me to see the new Monty Python movie. We told Alice we wouldn’t be long.”

“I don’t care about minty lizard motive. You’ve been gone for hours!” Moody snapped. 

“It’s Monty Python. It’s a movie, you know, a muggle motion picture. As for time, it’s an hour and a half film, plus the trailers, and I had to get popcorn, and—” 

“Mad-Eye’s trying to send Regulus to Azkaban, Sirius!” James interrupted before Sirius started explaining further.

“WHAT!!!” Sirius bellowed. “I REFUSE TO LET YOU SEND HIM THERE! AZKABAN IS NOT AN OPTION MAD-EYE! I WILL FIGHT YOU OVER THIS!” 

Remus had to grab the back of Sirius’s robes to stop him from launching himself at Mad-Eye.

“Calm down, Sirius. I’m sure we can sort this out.” He turned to Mad-Eye. “Perhaps it would be best to discuss this later when we’ve all had the time to think.” Remus tried to be the voice of reason and stood between the two riled-up men. Moody grunted. 

“Fine. I’ll discuss this with Dumbledore. Get his thoughts on the matter.” He pointed a stubby finger at Regulus. “He does not leave this room. Is that clear?” 

“Crystal,” Remus responded, his tone cooler than usual. 

Four pairs of eyes watched Moody leave the cellar. As soon as the door at the top of the stairs shut, a collective sigh rang out. 

Regulus started shaking. He couldn’t go to Azkaban. James wrapped his arms around him and held him close. 

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll figure it out.”   

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— February 9, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

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RIP Damo Suzuki

January 16, 1950 – February 9, 2024

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Animal of the Day!

Amazonian Giant Centipede (Scolopendra gigantea)

(Photo from Shutterstock)

Conservation Status- Unlisted

Habitat- Northern South America

Size (Weight/Length)- 30 cm

Diet- Insects; Small mammals; Small reptiles

Cool Facts- The Amazonian giant centipede is the largest centipede in the world and one of the longest insects. Being a larger carnivore with a venomous bite, these centipedes go after anything from tarantulas to frogs to bats. They are excellent climbers, easily scaling trees and cliff walls alike. However, Amazonian giant centipedes generally prefer a more relaxed lifestyle under thick layers of leaves and dead logs. These centipedes might have a venomous bite but are not nearly as dangerous as a viper. Only one person has ever died from a bite but adult, healthy humans can survive it despite the pain.

Rating- 12/10 (30 cm might not seem big but then you realize it’s as long as your forearm.)

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Taylor talking about almost falling off the roof of the folklore cabin:

"My life flashed before my eyes you know- I'm just so happy I didn't fall off the folklore cabin"

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2/9/24-🥊👊🏾🥊

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February 9, 1922 The Diaries Of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

[ID: February 9. Two days lost; used the same two days, however, to get settled. END ID]

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