#St. Walburga

[vulcajes]

Tell me about Walburga and Sirius

To understand how I feel about them is to understand my walburga characterisation so we'll start there <3

Walburga hates being a woman. Namely because she hates not having power. In her marriage, she's more a womb than a person. She holds no real power compared to her husband and the power she does hold is secondary to his. Her only role is raising her son to be a good heir to the house and although she tries to gain some power outside the house, it's never much. She learns to resent her son and even more when he becomes so rebellious and difficult from such a young age. She was also raised by her father and she remembers how to treat rebellious sons and turn them into proper men (how her father treated Alphard).

Like Bellatrix & Sirius, the abuse would've been a humiliation tactic but also a tactic to try to enforce maturity and masculinity in her son. She would've engaged in the abuse and also sanctioned Orion abusing Sirius at the same time. All of this was under the guise of love. She loved her son, so she had to teach him how to behave properly. Of course, Sirius internalised this and put up with the abuse for a very long time because at least he was getting some attention from his mother.

[ochipi]

Most of Europe: it’s International Workers’ Day!

Me, an intellectual*: it’s Walpurgisnacht!(30/04-01/05)

*joking of course

[thechurchtriumphant]

St. Walburga

Feast Day: February 25

Lived 710-777 or 779, Canonized 870 by Pope Adrian II

Patron Saint of Eichstätt, Antwerp, Zutphen and other towns

St. Walburga was born to English aristocracy, and grew up with and was educated by nuns in Wimbourne. As an adult, Walburga became a nun and joined her relative, St. Boniface's missionary mission. Eventually she became abbess of the monastery at Heidenheim.

St. Walburga, pray for us!

[blackpoolhistory]

The Layton Hill Convent school on St. Walburgas Road, Layton. Today the building is known as St. Mary's Catholic Academy but has a long history stretching back to the 1800's.

[stargazing-reader]

When they arrived at the Potters' –Sirius carrying a barely breathing Regulus in his arms– and Effy and Monty tried to disentangle the brothers, Sirius started screaming. He screamed and fought anyone who would try to take his brother from his arms. From him. They had almost died getting out. And Sirius knew, he knew, that if they got separated now, they'd never see each other again. Walburga would come back for him and kill Regulus, or worse, take him away. He only agreed to let him go once they arrived at St Mungo's, once he was assured that no one else than the people already present would come in, once he was assured that he could keep an eye on his brother at all times.

Sirius didn't leave Regulus' bedside until he woke. Sirius' name being the first thing Regulus uttered. They clung to each other as they weeped. They didn't let go when Sirius gave in to exhaustion. (He was still clinging in his sleep).

They didn't leave each other's sight for a while after that.

[ditzybat]

I’ve been thinking about if Harry Potter characters were American and what state they would be from, and these are the conclusions I’ve come to.

Harry - he’s Northern Illinois coded, just because I feel like the Dursley’s have a mean midwestern vibe, because northern Illinoisans are lowkey mean and nosy (I say this as someone from Chicago), and it’s really suburban enough to match with Surreys overall description (and by that I mean the Dursley’s are def from Naperville) + I feel like the Lily And Petunia were from Chicago so I feel like it isn’t too out there for Petunia to settle down with her mediocre husband somewhere nice. He tells people he’s from Chicago and gets clocked immediately by people actually from the city, where he then has to admit he’s from Naperville (which is embarrassing, and honestly real man I’m from the burbs too </3) + Dudley seems like the type to say he’s from south side and in a gang to people when he first meets them, but actually lives in a gated community.

Ron - Arizona, specifically Tucson. Red states are cheaper and I feel like financially it would be a smarter move for the Weasleys to live there - also the mental image of Fred and George cooking an egg on the sidewalk (intending to feed it to Ron) as them and their entire family turn lobster red in the summer is too good.

Hermione - Connecticut, I have no basis for places in Connecticut because I’ve never been, however its gorgeous in autumn and it’s gives Gilmore Girls vibes which i feel like Hermione based her personality off of for her first few years of elementary school (because, me too) also I feel like if we put her in a book/coffee shop alone with a Pinterest feed she’d post some absolute golden pictures to her Instagram.

Draco - So, I do think he’s still very European, and by that I mean he’s rich enough to visit his grandparents in France (where I’m just gonna say the Blacks are from and immigrated to the U.S right before Sirius, Regulus, Narcissa, Andromeda and Bellatrix went to Hogwarts - which for the sake of this AU would be in Salem, Massachusetts in place of Ilvermorny) but I do feel that he gives New Jersey vibes, like that’s where he was born and raised because the Malfoys are rich socialites who live in a Victorian era mansion - also because I feel like Draco with a New Jersey accent he desperately tries to hide because it’s a little bit too ‘by the shore’ to be socially acceptable by all his rich family friends is so cute.

The Black Family - French, but immigrated to New York - specifically The Hamptons. I feel like this is the obvious choice, also they’re unbearably rich and French so they think The Hamptons is mediocre. However, Walburga was absolutely horrified to find that the Malfoys were from JERSEY and that Narcissa decided it would be best to move with her new husband down there - prolong exposure to New Yorkers made the family pick up the hater attitude towards Jersey and Boston.

Remus - Washington, specifically Seattle, he loves the small coffee shops and Costco, but also refuses to whip out an umbrella when it rains because he feels like it shows weakness (even though he probably should because of his cane…) also he’s the one running the i5 Instagram account yelling at losers who can’t drive.

Peter - He’s from Boston. You just know he goes hard on St. Patrick’s day by making Corn Beef sandwiches and blasting Dropkick Murpheys (his great grandparents are Irish, so he’s your average ‘Irish American’) Wore a Celtics jersey when visiting Sirius at his apartment in Manhattan and was heckled. He has the thickest accent in the world, can’t pronounce his r’s whatsoever.

The Evan’s Family + Snape - already said it, but again I think she and Petunia are from Chicago, which also mean Severus would be from there as well - and I just feel like all together they’re from South Side because I feel like they’re all tough enough to withstand it like they were raised there - like Lily is such a powerful and strong witch that I feel like a background in south side makes sense, same thing with Snape, it fits with their background. Petunia will forever deny she’s from a struggling area, and is proud to live in the richest suburb with her white picket fence and perfect family.

James - as I said, he’s an LA boy who loves the beach and has a killer tan, but he’s really from Oxnard and lies because no one outside of Cali knows where that is, also it sounds cooler. He and Lily probably have debates on which city has the better Mexican food (The answer is Chicago), and he loves taking pictures outside the Barbie house in Santa Monica. He has a bad case of Valley Girl accent that he picked up through osmosis from Mary (who is actually from LA and isn’t a liar).

Anyway I’m too lazy to do the rest of the cast and marauders so here’s my little Americanization of Harry Potter because I find making British people mad entertaining.

[nothelena21]

Walburga will say that she loves her sons-in-law equally... but she has a sentimental favoritism towards Barty that she can never hide.

In her defense... everyone she knows loves Remus: her son, his friend Potter, the other chubby boy who doesn't leave him alone much when he comes to visit Sirius, Lyall and Hope, Potter's parents, the professors at Hogwarts and the nurses at St. Mungo's. They all love Remus.

Then she turns to look at Barty... who has Regulus and Evan as his only friends because the rest of the young men he's seen hanging around with are fake and tasteless people, who no longer has his mother because she died suddenly and scandalously, who has his grandfather Caspar Crouch half-demented on the other side of England and has Bartemius who prefers to have lunch with work colleagues than his own son. And it hurts her to see him so alone.

Walburga makes Barty feel included all the time... she invites him to lunch, tea, and dinner, they never run out of things to talk about, and she even learned how to use the little muggle box that takes pictures because Barty said he'd love the thing.

Then she turns to look at Remus's wet dog face and guilt starts to eat her alive... so she makes an effort and asks about the new book by that muggle author whose name she can't remember, picks out chocolate desserts for after lunch and dinner, and makes sure the afternoon tea is prepared just the way Remus likes to have it.

The world shakes when Walburga listens to Sirius rant about the Ministry not accepting Remus' job applications because of his emaciated appearance and huge scars. Because she's back to the time where they wouldn't accept her into the Auror Department because she's a woman, and oh fuck, they're going to listen to her.

She's definitely going to leave them with their legs shaking and their tails between their legs because she knows about the skeletons that most of those guys buried in their backyard.

So... come to think of it... Walburga does love her sons-in-law equally.

[greenwitchcrafts]

April 2025 Witch Guide

New Moon: April 27th

First Quarter: April 4th

Full moon: April 12th

Last Quarter: April 20th

April Budding Moon

Also known as:  Breaking Ice Moon(Algonquin), Budding Moon of Plants and Shrubs(Tlingit), Budding Moon, Growing Moon, Frog Moon(Cree), Moon When the Geese Lay Eggs(Dakota), Moon of the Red Grass Appearing(Oglala), Moon When the Streams Are Again,  Navigable(Dakota), Moon When the Ducks Come Back(Lakota), Pink Moon, Planters Moon, Sucker Moon(Anishinaabe)

Element: Air

Zodiac:  Aries & Taurus

Nature spirts: Plant Faeries

Deities: Anahita, Bast, Ceres, Cernunnos, Hathor, Herne, Ishtar, Kali, Tawaret & Venus

Animals: Bear & Wolf

Birds: Hawk & Magpie

Colors: Blue, brown, crimson, gold & green

Trees:  Bay, forsythia, hazel, lilac, pine & willow

Herbs: Basil, chives, dill, dogwood, dragon's blood, fennel, milkweed & thistle

Flowers: Daisy, dandelion, lilac, geranium & sweetpea

Scents: Bay, bergamot, patchouli & pine

Stones:  Angelite, beryl, diamond, garnet, malachite, quartz, ruby, sapphire, sard, selenite & zircon

Issues, intentions & powers:  Beginnings, fertility, growth & spirituality

Energy: Authority, balance, beginnings, change, leadership, opportunities, overcoming obstacles, personal skill development, rebirth, self-evaluation, temper control & willpower

April is commonly referred to as The Pink Moon, this name comes from the early spring bloom of a wildflower native to eastern North America: Phlox subulata, commonly known as creeping phlox or moss phlox. This flower, often called “moss pink,” was in full bloom around April’s full Moon.

• The full Moon on April 12, 2025, occurs just before reaching apogee.

Apogee refers to the point when the Moon is farthest from Earth. When the full Moon occurs near this point, it’s classified as a “micromoon”—the opposite of a supermoon. Since this full Moon happens about 22 hours before apogee, it will appear slightly smaller and dimmer than usual.

Other celebrations:

• Walpurgis Night - April 30th

Also known as: May Eve

The origins of the holiday date back to pagan celebrations of fertility rites & the coming of spring. After the Norse were Christianized, the pagan celebration became combined with the legend of St. Walburga, an English-born nun who lived at Heidenheim monastery in Germany & later became the abbess there. Saint Walpurga was hailed by the Christians of Germany for battling “pest, rabies, & whooping cough as well as against witchcraft”. Christians prayed to God through the intercession of Saint Walpurga in order to protect themselves from witchcraft, as Saint Walpurga was successful in converting the local populace to Christianity. Although it is likely that the date of her canonization is purely coincidental to the date of the pagan celebrations of spring, people were able to celebrate both events under church law without fear of reprisal.

Walpurgis Night is still a traditional holiday celebrated on April 30th in northern Europe & Scandinavia. In Sweden typical holiday activities include the singing of traditional spring folk songs & the lighting of bonfires. In Germany the holiday is celebrated by dressing in costumes, playing pranks on people & creating loud noises meant to keep evil at bay. Many people also hang blessed sprigs of foliage from houses & barns to ward off evil spirits, or they leave pieces of bread spread with butter & honey, called ankenschnitt, as offerings for phantom hounds.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

Encyclopedia Britannica

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2025 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[metalomagnetic]

Snippet Canis Major

Voldemort remembers the other Sirius. Also, a little glimpse at Orion/Walburga, because I never tire of this toxic couple.

(-)

Usually, it was Arcturus or Pollux that showed up when their children got in trouble. Cygnus, especially, was often in trouble, so Pollux’ face was the most familiar to the students.

In Voldemort’s sixth year at Hogwarts, Atticus Bulstrode, the Head Boy, invited Walburga to Hogsmeade, the last in a lengthy string of boys asking her out. Only this time, she accepted.

When he heard, Orion challenged him to a formal duel. Atticus laughed, rolled his eyes at his fourteen years old opponent.

“Quick!” He was shaken awake by Abraxas, in the middle of the night.“Orion is killing Bulstrode in the trophy room! You have to stop him!”

He reached them just in time, he disarmed Orion, and rushed Bulstrode to the Hospital Wing, where they found Dumbledore asking the Matron for a sleeping potion.

Atticus was lucky- Dumbledore was more often than not away from Hogwarts, chasing Grindelwald, rumour went, but he was there that night, apparently suffering with insomnia.

The professor kept Atticus alive until the Healers from St Mungo arrived and took the boy with them.

“It wasn’t me,” he said, hurriedly, stained in Bulstrode’s blood, lingering in the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore peered at him from under his half-moon glasses. Dumbledore always liked to blame everything on him. “I only brought him here after-”

“I know,” Dumbledore assured him.

The next morning Atticus’ father came thundering, his yells easily heard from where Voldemort was spying, near the Headmaster office.

He wondered if maybe this will be the time when a Black actually suffers consequences. After all, Bulstrode’s name was ancient, they were a rich, influential family, and surely, at least on account of that, Dippet would do something more than detention and points taken, which was the usual punishment for Blacks.

Only, this time it wasn't Arcturus that came to fix his son's issues.

It was the infamous Sirius Black. A tall man, with wide shoulders, long black hair hanging around his face, deep circle under his too intense eyes, mouth twisted in a snarl. Orion walked behind him, his gaze fixed on his older relative. Voldemort watched them, hidden by a pillar. Orion never seemed small; he carried himself with such arrogance and pride, his head held so high he seemed a foot taller than he was. Yet right then, Orion looked small, trailing after his grandfather, quietly, as Voldemort observed them disappear up the stairwell leading to the Headmaster's chambers.

They left Dippet’s office not even a quarter of an hour after they entered it.

As soon as they emerged from it, the gargoyles closing the door behind them, old Black slapped Orion, the noise echoing down the hallway.

“Next time you pull something like this, do it on a weekday, you fool! If I’m woken up again at this ungodly hour on your account on a Sunday, you will be very sorry for it.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” Orion answers, in that unfazed tone of his.

The old man narrows his eyes. “What was it about, anyway? How did he provoke your ire?”

A second worth of silence. “He tried stealing from me.”

Orion gets hit again, harder this time. The heavy family ring rips the skin at the corner of his left eye, and that pure blood of theirs makes an appearance.

“Then why does he still have hands?” the old man hisses, enraged. “If someone attempts to take what is yours, you cut off their hands, boy!”

He slaps Orion again, just as harshly.

“Yes, Grandfather.” Orion doesn't take his eyes off his grandfather, doesn't wipe away the blood running down his cheek, his hands held behind his back.

Sirius Blacks huffs in displeasure, before turning on his heels and marching down the hallway. “Weakling,” he mutters.

Nothing happened to Orion. Not even the usual detention. No points taken.

Sirius Black insisted it was a formal duel, that the challenge had been accepted, and it was all done honourably, Slughorn told Voldemort, when he called him into his office to give him the Head Boy badge, temporarily, until Atticus recovered and would be able to return to Hogwarts and his duties.

“When Armando reminded him duels are illegal at Hogwarts, formal or not, Mr Black said rules are just words on parchment; that he’s a wizard, and he follows laws of magic, not of men.” Slughorn sighs, rubs at his temples, and then he takes a caramel out of his newest bribe-sweets bag that Abraxas gave him. “He told Mr Bulstrode that if he wants justice, then he should challenge him to a duel, and solve it like wizards ought to. Of course, Mr Bulstrode has more than one brain cell, so he refused and let it go.” He sighs again, points a sugar coated finger at Tom. “This is why I always told you not to seek trouble with Blacks. We’re lucky he’s apparently taken to drinking lately, locked up in his Manor, that he lets Arcturus handle most of their affairs, who is much milder and reasonable. But, once in a while, he gets out and you do not wish to run afoul of him.”

No one in the common room talked of it; only Walburga complained she was looking forward to going to the newly opened teashop in Hogsmeade, and demanded to know what was Orion’s problem with Atticus.

“A Quidditch thing,” Orion told her, with a shrug. “Don’t worry, Waly. I’ll take you to Madam Puddifoot’s.”

“I don’t want to go with my baby cousin, don’t be ridiculous! Malfoy, you will take me!”

Abraxas backs away, slowly. “I can’t, Walburga. I’m busy, I have to study,” he says, hastily, when Orion glares at him from behind Walburga.

It was the only time mild-tempered, well behaved Orion did something so outrageous that his unhinged grandfather had to come and solve it, so it was the only time Voldemort saw the man.

[ch0k3herwithaseaview]

@jegulus-microfic | march 25 eyeliner | words: 819

tw: child abuse, blood, mentions of violence in the past

James was going mad, and it was all Walburga’s doing.

It all started when Regulus finally got out of this horrible imitation of a home. The boy was barely past his sixteenth birthday at the time; when he fell out of the Potters' fireplace, Regulus looked even worse than Sirius did the night he ran away. The older brother has been beaten up badly but could manage to stand on his own; on the other hand, the night the younger brother got out, he was fighting for a breath like a man drowning; his whole face was swollen and covered in blood.

When Regulus appeared in their living room, only James and Sirius were home. At the sight of him, they both panicked to the point where they forgot how to think. All Sirius could do was turn Regulus onto his back and hold his head so the younger boy wouldn’t choke on his own blood while crying and begging anyone who would listen to keep his baby brother alive. At the same time, James was running around the house, looking for something—anything—to help his best friend’s brother.

Thankfully, Effie and Monty arrived only a few minutes after Regulus, and as soon as they processed what was happening, they took all three boys to St. Mungo’s.

Not even a week later, Regulus looked like nothing had ever happened to him. At first, all he did around the house was eat, sleep, and argue with Sirius, but as time passed, the arguments turned into talks and helping each other. James didn’t have to ask to know the Black Brothers were trying to fix their relationship; he saw it in the way Sirius talked about Reggie and how he started bringing the younger boy with them on nights out and letting him into his own world. The change was noticeable in Regulus, too; he opened up a little, spent time with James’ parents, and started trying out muggle stuff like records, Polaroid, or cigarettes. Maybe James didn’t know him well, but he understood that those little things were important both for Sirius and Regulus.

In the first half of August, when Regulus was at their house for a little over a month, James found him sitting on a bench in their backyard. He was reading ‘Crime and Punishment’ Effie gave him, while James’ own copy waited to be read under his arm.

“Do you like it?” the Gryffindor asked, taking a seat next to Regulus.

The boy raised his head slowly, evidently reading the last few words on that page. When their eyes met, James literally lost his mind. Not only that, he also lost his ability to hear, feel, and think—everything except for seeing—because right there in front of him sat the boy he always found beautiful, yet at that moment James couldn’t come up with anything as mesmerising as Regulus’ silvery eyes outlined with heavy black. This mix must’ve outshined the star Regulus was named after. James felt like he could fly just by looking into those eyes; he started thinking of a son-

“Potter? Are you quite alright?” A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled James out of his haze. He blinked once, twice, and a third time for good measure before he closed his mouth (When did I even open them?), swallowed thickly, and mumbled something unintelligible. It was Regulus’ time to blink. After a second, the boy burst out into a loud laugh. “Oh god, Potter, come on! It’s just a little bit of eyeliner; Sirius wears it all the time!” Reg kept laughing, still holding James’ shoulder.

“Yeah,” the older boy managed to spit out when the other started calming down. “But he doesn’t look half as good as you do.” Regulus froze, the grin on his face turning into a sheepish little smile, a pretty pink creeping up his pale cheeks. “Oh,” James started, wondering why he’d said that. “I—I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable; I’m so, so very sorry, I—"

“That’s alright, James. I’m-“ The younger boy cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I’m glad you like it,” he finished, biting his lower lip and still smiling a bit.

James, whose smile was normally big and bright, smiled shyly at Regulus.

“Do you mind if I-?” he pointed at his book. The younger Black looked over at him and shook his head slightly.

“Not at all; we can discuss the story later, if you’d like?” It came out as a question more than a statement, so James nodded once and started reading from where he finished last night.

The silence surrounding them was comforting—just a little buzz of bugs flying around and wind rustling leaves on an apple tree a bit ahead of them. Surrounded by all of it and still slightly nervous from earlier, neither of them noticed the glances they were stealing at each other.

[fictionalsimp09]

Doorstep - Prongsfoot - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 301 words - AO3

James has never felt true hatred until the night Sirius showed up on his doorstep, beaten and bloodied and soaked from the rain. Shivering despite it being summer, he only took a few steps inside the house before collapsing, James not even having enough time to close the front door before catching him. 

His mum patched him up, sure that Sirius would not want to be taken to St Mungo’s in this state, not when it’s obvious who did this to him. As James sits at his bedside and watches his friend sleep, he feels the need to hurt someone, really hurt someone. Not just anyone though, Walburga and Orion Black. Godric knows they deserve it. How could anyone do this to such an amazing person? Even if Sirius doesn’t agree with their views, he’s still their son. He’s still a human being. How could they do this to him? Why would they do this to him? 

“Prongs,” Sirius rasps an indeterminate time later. Light streams through the curtain, and he realises he must have stayed up all night making sure he’s all right. 

“Hey,” James smiles weakly at him. “How are you-” he cuts himself off, knowing that’s a stupid question. 

“Never been better.” Sirius winces as he tries to sit up, then beams at him, though with all the bruises on his face, that surely hurts too. “I’m free.” 

“You’re free,” James repeats, feeling bittersweet. He’s glad Sirius is finally out of that house, after years of begging him to leave, he just hates how much pain and suffering it took for him to do so. “Move over,” he says as he gets into bed beside him. James starts to gently card his fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead and murmuring, “You’re safe now. Everything will be okay.” 

[vulcajes]

Blackcest pairings that I think about a lot

(Blame @enbysiriusblack for telling me to make this and also feel free to ask me about the dynamics of these pairings <33)

Walburga & Cygnus

Andromeda & Orion

Bellatrix & Sirius

Sirius & Cygnus

Narcissa & Orion

Walburga & Sirius

Alphard & Pollux

(Also feel free to ask me about ones that I left out and how I feel about them <33)

[portraitsofsaints]

Saint Walburga

c.710 - 779

Feast Day February 25

Patronage: against coughs, famine, plague, dog bites, rabies, hydrophobia, storms, and sailors

Saint Walburga was born into a saintly noble English family. When she was 11 years old she was sent to Wimborne Abbey to be educated and eventually, becoming a nun there. At the request of her uncle, St. Boniface, she left England and traveled to Germany to evangelize the pagans. While traveling there, a huge storm threatened the ship and through her intercession, the storm was calmed. While in Germany she became the abbess of the double monasteries of Heidenheim and Hahnenkamm. After she died many miracles occurred like healing the sick and dying and comforting the distressed. In 893, St. Walburga's relics were found moistened with water-clear drops, a fragrant oil, that healed an epileptic boy.

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase. (website)

[maxdibert]

marauders era charavters with instagram HCs??

Severus is the type who only has Instagram because his friends (Lily) forced him to make one at some point in his life, and he literally never uses it except to look at other accounts he finds interesting—usually ones about people doing things or educational accounts. He has only one photo, which he uploaded because someone (Lily) made him do it so his profile wouldn’t be empty. It’s a blurry, contextless picture of the night sky. The only people following him are his Slytherin classmates, and he doesn’t follow anyone because he just saves posts and videos that interest him. He has no clue about trends, influencers, or any of that nonsense, and if you want to see pictures of him, you’ll have to check the tagged photos section, which is full thanks to other people.

Lily has the typical Instagram of an average high school girl—photos with her friends, pictures of coffee, shots of Hogwarts in autumn when the leaves start falling, and that kind of aesthetic-but-secretly-trying-to-gain-followers content while not wanting anyone to notice. Her profile bio has some motivational quote from a self-help book, and her stories are perfectly categorized: study notes, friends, and scenic landscapes. Every morning, she posts a photo with a caption that looks like it came from a sugar packet.

James is the classic guy who only posts pictures of himself doing bro things—casual “candid” shots posing with his broomstick, “candid” photos with his friend’s motorcycle. Every single one is a casual shot where he’s looking off to the side in a perfectly rehearsed pose. He also posts victory pictures from Quidditch matches and, of course, videos of his workout routines—just in case people forget he’s a total gym bro. Occasionally, he’ll share political posts in his stories, calling for justice or advocating for the rights of the oppressed, but he also posted pictures from his last trip to Kenya with his parents, where he filmed the locals and captioned it with something like "They’re so happy with so little," or took photos with kids as if they were part of a theme park attraction.

Sirius has an Instagram dedicated exclusively to pissing off his mother. He knows that his brother and cousins show her everything (okay, maybe not Regulus and Narcissa, but definitely that bitch Bellatrix), so since he knows she’s watching, he posts the most outrageous things possible: videos of himself drunk and destroying public property, clips of him spray-painting “fuck purebloods” on a wall, pictures with pro-Muggle slogans, photos of himself with his motorcycle, in Muggle clothes, and in Muggle places. His entire account is designed to make Walburga lose her mind and to prove to the world that he’s not a rich boy—until, suddenly, posts appear of his luxury trips with James to Ibiza, St. Tropez, or Capri. But don’t worry, he totally kept up his rebellious persona there too—like that one time he got drunk and jumped from one hotel balcony to another.

Remus doesn’t use Instagram much. He mostly posts photos of landscapes he likes or interesting things he sees when traveling with his parents. He has a few pictures with his friends but barely any of himself. Most of his stories are things like “Another day at the library” with a shot of his notes.

Peter posts every time he goes out with his friends. Every. Single. Time. His feed and stories are full of photos and videos of himself with James and Sirius, documenting every little thing they do. He’s the classic guy who posts a picture of four beers with the caption "Out with the lads" or uploads a group photo with a long caption like, "Another year, the four of us together, my best mates, always having the best time hahaha," followed by a summary of each friend's antics. The definition of a basic bro who has followers purely by association.

Narcissa is basically a fashion influencer. She posts daily outfit pics, skincare routines, and perfectly aesthetic couple photos with Lucius, always looking flawless in luxurious locations that she got into for free thanks to brand sponsorships. She’s like a wizarding Chiara Ferragni, constantly talking about family values, posing with her sisters, and building her whole brand around beauty, elegance, and high fashion.

Andromeda has a private Instagram because she doesn’t want certain people snooping where they don’t belong. She just posts personal stuff about her daily life—nothing special. Some pictures with friends, some travel shots, photos with Ted. Just normal person things.

Bellatrix claims she doesn’t have Instagram, but in reality, she has multiple fake accounts to spy on people she hates. She tries to get accepted by private accounts of people she dislikes just so she can expose them later.

Regulus isn’t much of a poster. He has a few pictures of Quidditch and some shots of the Slytherin common room—he’s more into capturing moments rather than being in them. He barely updates his account, maybe posting once every six or seven months. He’s the kind of person who keeps installing and uninstalling the app and frequently forgets his password because, honestly, he doesn’t care about it at all.

Lucius is Narcissa’s fiancé, and that is his entire online personality. He’s the classic rich boyfriend of a fashion influencer, posting elegant outfits that have to match hers. Half his feed is just reposts of photos she uploaded. He’s also the guy who posts pictures with his rich friends at their country club, posing with a glass of wine in one hand and a cigar in the other, even though they’re only 20 and still have baby faces. His entire aesthetic screams Burberry model.

Gilderoy has an Instagram where he fakes luxury travel to places he’s never actually been. He has a million followers, all of whom he bought. He pretends to be an up-and-coming influencer, but all of his comments are either bots or himself, using one of his 27 fake accounts to hype up his own posts. He also edits his photos to make it look like he attends important events, and honestly, he’s so good at it that people actually believe he’s that guy—even though all of his “glamorous” content is created from the basement of his house.

Barty Crouch Jr. doesn’t have Instagram because his father absolutely forbids it. He thinks letting his son expose himself online so publicly would ruin his carefully curated image.

[thatdammchickennugget]

Die Marauders wenn sie in meinem Pfälzer Kaff aufgewachsen wären Headcanons

Hoffe mal es gibt ein paar deutsche Mäuse im Fandom die irgendwas davon verstehen lol 💀 sind komplett random und in keiner bestimmten reihenfolge ✌️

James

♢ Hat die Streitschlichter ""Ausbildung" in der 5ten Klasse gemacht und wendet die gelernten skills regelmäßig an wenn Remus und Sirius sich streiten.

♢ Spielt seit er klein ist Fußball und ist sich sicher er wird mal Profispieler. Hat wahrscheinlich das halbe Jahr lang eine Kniebandage an weil sein Knie schon komplett im Arsch ist.

♢ Leistungskurse Sport, Sozi und Bio. Will mal Ausbildung zum Physiotherapeuten machen wenns mit der Fußballkarriere nichts wird.

♢ Definitiv bei der freiwilligen Feuerwehr. Wenn er nicht mit Remus, Sirius und Peter unterwegs ist, sitzt er mit der Crew an der Feuerwehr und gönnt sich lecker Bierchen.

♢ Ist bei jedem Dorffest dabei und meldet sich freiwillig zum helfen. Jede Oma im Dorf hat nur gutes über ihn zu sagen.

♢ Bei seinen Eltern ist im Sommer jedes Wochenende Grillparty seit er sich erinnern kann und das halbe Dorf ist da. Hat als Kind immer gut auf der Bierbank eingeschlafen und Fleamont's Jacke als Decke benutzt.

♢ War ein Kika Kind. Hat immer Briefe ans Kika Baumhaus geschickt. Hatte früher Todesangst vor Bernd das Brot.

♢ Immer richtiger try hard bei den Bundesjugendspielen.

Remus

♢ Hat seit er durfte jeden Sommer im Freibad am Kiosk gearbeitet. War dort der crush von allen. Die Freibad Pommes schmecken besser wenn er sie macht.

♢ Absoluter Albtraum jedes Ethik und Sozialkunde Lehrers. Hat Meinungen zu literally allem und streitet sich regelmäßig mit den Lehrern und anderen Schülern.

♢ Hat immer im Häusschen an der Bushaltestelle geraucht.

♢ Hat seinen Führerschein gemacht aber fährt kein Auto, hat einen flotten Roller.

♢ War als Kind obsessed mit Art Attack und Finger Tips wollte alles nachbasteln aber hatte keinen weißen Bastelkleber. Hat früher nie eine Folge Wissen macht Ah verpasst.

♢ Wahrscheinlich Leistungskurse Deutsch, Englisch, Geschichte. Dann Studium für Lehramt Englisch und Geschichte.

♢ Nach einer halben Flasche Pfeffi hört er nicht auf über Politik zu reden.

♢ Hatte in der Schule nie seine Sportsachen dabei.

Sirius

♢ Hat den Führerschein aber sollte nicht fahren dürfen. Fährt einen gelben Twingo weil er den Gedanken mag das Kinder sich boxen wenn er vorbeifährt. Macht jeden Abend Ortskontrollfahrt.

♢ Ist aus der Stadt zugezogen und wohnt in einem schicken Haus im Neubaugebiet.

♢ Weinschorle Diva. Wurde auf eine Weinwanderung geschleppt und ist seit dem obsessed damit.

♢ Liebt Fasching und Prunksitzungen. Hat einen kompletten Schrank voll mit Kostümen. Schubst beim Faschingsumzug kleine Kinder aus dem Weg wenn gute Süßigkeiten geworfen werden.

♢ Durfte als Kind nie auf St. Martinsumzug. Seine Freunde basteln jetzt jedes Jahr Laternen mit ihm und laufen mit den Kindern mit.

♢ Walburga hat ihn als Kind für den Ernstings Family Katalog modeln lassen.

Peter

♢ Trägt fast ausschließlich Engelbert Strauß. Hat immer die Arbeitshosen an. Macht Ausbildung zum Landmaschienenmechatroniker.

♢ Ist mit James bei der freiwilligen Feuerwehr. Zu spät zu jedem Einsatz.

♢ War Nickelodeon Kind.

♢ Ist seit er 16 war mit dem Traktor zur Schule gefahren.

♢ Hat sich irgendwan randomly dazu entschieden LKW Führerschein zu machen und ihn dann nie zu benutzen.

[talonabraxas]

Walpurgis Night. Hexennacht. April 30.

A Short History of the Night of the Witches The origins of the image of Walpurgis night being a witches’ sabbath are unclear. However, it is striking that it coincides with Beltane and maybe other pagan festivals in earlier time. Goethe presumed in one of his poems such an origin.

St. Walpurga For Christians, Walpurgisnacht is also known as the Feast of Saint Walpurga, that is celebrated from the evening of April 30 to the day of May 1st. Saint Walpurga or Walburga was the daughter of St. Richard the Saxon Pilgrim and sister of St. Willibald and St. Winibald. When her father went on a pilgrimage with her two brothers to the Holy Land, he left Walpurga, who was only 11 years old at the time, with the nuns of Wimborne Abbey, where she was educated and learnt how to write.

She traveled in an attempt to bring German pagans to the Christian faith and she also authored Winibald’s biography, which is why she is considered as one of the first female authors in Germany and England. Walpurga became a nun in Heidenheim am Hahnenkamm, the monastery founded by her brother Willibald, where she became the abbess after his death in 751. Walpurga herself died on February 25 on 777 or 779 and she was canonized by Pope Adrian II on May 1st, around 870, when her relics were transfered to Eichstätt, Germany.

St. Walpurga is prayed to for protection against witchcraft and it is believed that during the night of April 30, she is able to ward off spells, witches, and evil spirits. This belief may stem from the overlapping of her canonization with Hexennacht or the Night of the Witches, the celebration that has its origin in ancient fertility celebrations. Hexennacht is a Germanic tradition more prevalent in the 17th century, when witches and sorcerers gathered together celebrate.

To protect against their magic, the Western Christian Church appointed the night of April 30 to St. Walpurga’s Feast. In the 18th and 19th centuries, Walpurgisnacht was popularized and its witchy connotations were revived through the literature of the time, such as in Jacob Grimm’s work who wrote in 1833: “There is a mountain very high and bare… whereon it is given out that witches hold their dance on Walpurgis night”.

Goethe also dedicated a poem to the celebration called “Die erste Walpurgisnacht” (The First Walpurgis Night), which was set to music by Felix Mendelssohn and published as his Opus 60 in 1843. The poem contrasts sharply with the Walpurgisnacht described in his main work “Faust”. In his ballad, Goethe relates the superstitions around Walpurgis night to the usage of devil’s masks by pagan’s in order to exploit the superstitions of their Christian suppressors and to protect their identities.