#february 21

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Happy 4th Birthday to

“The Ultimate Trolley Problem”

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Timothée Chalamet, Zendaya and Austin Butler at the ‘Dune: Part Two’ press conference in Seoul on February 21, 2024. ✨✨✨

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— February 21, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

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February 21, 1911 The Diaries Of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

[ID: February 21. My life here is just as if I were quite certain of a second life. END ID]

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Prompt 21 - Attack

@jegulus-microfic February 21 Word count 962

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Regulus returned to the library to finish his book. It was gruesome, but he couldn’t leave it half-finished. He flipped the page to the next chapter and paused. Horcrux. The title read. He remembered seeing something mentioned about them before. They were a particular branch of dark magic that split the soul if the wizard committed a murder, allowing the killer to place a shard of their soul into an object. 

There wasn’t much on them in this text, so he spent the next few days pouring through multiple tombs, checking references and extracts. 

Finally, he found what he was searching for. The page lay open before him, the only illustration he’d ever seen depicting a wizard who had split his soul. The wizard’s skin had an odd, lifeless quality to it. His eyes glinted red, and his hairline had clearly receded. This was it. This was what he’d been missing.

He felt heat radiate from his pocket. He pulled himself away to answer James’s call. He flicked the mirror open and revealed James’s stressed face. 

“There’s been an attack.” James started speaking immediately. He didn’t even say hello. "It’s Sirius. He’s in a bad way. They took Remus.” Regulus felt the air bleed out of him as he struggled to control his emotions. “He’s going to be fine.” James carried on. “He hasn’t let Remus out of his sight, sticking close to him. We warned him he’d get hurt, but he’s stubborn.”

“Can I see him?” Regulus’s cracked voice whispered. James’s eyes filled with pity. 

“I don’t think they’ll allow that, love. He’s in a safe house. They won’t even let me go without prior consent.”

The wards around Grimmauld Place reacted to someone trying to get in. He could feel the magic tugging at him. 

“I have to go, James. Someones here. Tell—tell Sirius—tell him I’m sorry.” 

“I will. Stay safe, Reg.” Regulus quickly shut the mirror and stuffed it into the secret pocket in his robes.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Evan and Barty standing there. 

“Fucking finally!” Barty grumbled. “I’m freezing my bollocks off here!” Regulus didn’t respond just let the door swing open more and stepped back to allow them to enter. He didn’t say anything until they were securely in the house.

“Why are you here?” He asked, his eyes narrowing. 

“Aww, aren’t you happy to see us? Evan, I don’t think he loves us any more, now that pretty boy’s back in his life.” Regulus turned his attention to Evan and raised an eyebrow. 

“We’ve come to drop off the new information we’ve collected. We thought it would be better in person rather than sending it via owl.” Regulus nodded.

“Yes, you’re right. Voldemort placed charms around the house, preventing owls and patronuses from entering. I doubt he’s removed them. It’s definitely safer to be here in person. Shall we go up to the library?

He listened to them relay the information they’d gathered. He wrote everything down in the notebook. Once they were done, he spelled it so the writing disappeared.

Evan and Barty settled in. They’d have to be here for a few hours to avoid suspicion. Regulus had a question that had been niggling at the back of his mind since the last time he’d seen them. 

“So,” He started, “Lily Evans?” He didn’t need to say more. Evan and Barty had gone pale and glanced uneasily at each other. 

“What about her?” Evan cleared his throat nervously.

“I saw her sneaking into Pandora’s room as I left the other night. How long has that been going on?”

“Erm,” Evan looked at Barty again as they silently decided how much to tell him. “Since school. They had to keep it secret for obvious reasons.” Regulus nodded. He was well aware of the implications of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor dating with the way things had been and still were. He left it at that. Perhaps he’d ask more from Pandora the next time he saw her.

He pulled his book towards him and turned it towards Evan and Barty. 

“I’ve been glancing through a few of the texts in here over the last week. I found something interesting. Please have a look at this and tell me what you think. Does it remind you of anyone?       

Barty and Evan peered at the yellowed pages and the faded illustration. 

“Yeah, looks like ole mouldy Voldy. Barty cackled, looking at Regulus for his reaction.  

“That’s actually pretty accurate.” Regulus laughed under his breath. “These are the effects on the body after creating three Horcruxes.” 

“Shit, you don’t think?” Evan gasped. Barty was uncharacteristically quiet and paler than usual once the information sunk in. 

“So—So you’re saying that if he has created Horcruxes. Then he’s made more than three? That’s a lot, right? I mean, he looks insane. It’s way more than three.” Barty was tapping his fingers against his jiggling leg. Regulus nodded. 

“I think we found the missing piece as to why he’s so far been unstoppable. He is by all rights immortal.”

“So, what do we do about it? Pretend we never started helping the Order and just slink back into the fold?” The fear was evident in Barty’s whole demeanour. Evan put a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he quietly looked to Regulus for his answer. 

“No, we continue listening and gathering information. If he’s created Horcruxes, he has to be hiding them somewhere. Someone must know where they are and what they are.” He straightened his back more than it already was, his resolve firmly in place. “We will be careful, act as we normally do. Carry out orders as we usually would, and at the same time, we start searching.”   

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La Mode illustrée, no. 8, 21 février 1897, Paris. Toilettes de gouter. Robe en soie armurée grise. Robe en serge blanche. Modèles de chez Mmes Coussinet-Piret, rue Richer, 43. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Robe en soie armurée grise.

La jupe faite en soie armurée grise, est disposée devant au bord inférieur en plis transversaux, froncés au milieu, avec deux petits bouillonnés. Le lé de devant est garni des deux côtés de galons en passementerie. Le corsage court a un empiècement en soie brochée crème, à pointe devant et derrière, bordé de galons en passementerie. Le corsage plat derrière, est disposé au milieu devant, en plis transversaux. Il se termine par un col droit bordé de passementerie. Les manches plates sont garnies de bouillonnés courts en soie brochée, terminés par des galons en passementerie.

The skirt, made of gray weaved silk, is arranged in front at the lower edge in transverse pleats, gathered in the middle, with two small bubbles. The front strip is trimmed on both sides with trimmings. The short bodice has a cream brocade silk yoke, pointed at the front and back, edged with trimmings braids. The flat bodice at the back is arranged in the middle in front, in transverse folds. It ends with a straight collar edged with trimmings. The flat sleeves are trimmed with short brocaded silk ruffles, finished with trimmings braids.

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Robe en serge blanche.

La jupe en serge blanche est disposée en plis fins, entre lesquels on pose des bordures en guipure crème. Le corsage est recouvert devant au bord supérieur avec de la guipure; on le recouvre avec de la serge posée à plat derrière, plissée devant. On garnit le corsage avec un col droit plissé, fait en velours jaune d'or. Les manches plates en guipure sont garnies de bouillonnés en serge plissée, retenus par un nœud-papillon en ruban de velours jaune d'or.

The white serge skirt is arranged in fine pleats, between which cream guipure borders are placed. The bodice is covered in front at the top edge with guipure; it is covered with serge laid flat behind, pleated in front. The bodice is trimmed with a straight pleated collar, made of golden yellow velvet. The flat guipure sleeves are trimmed with pleated serge bubbles, held in place by a bow tie in golden yellow velvet ribbon.

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The arms industry have been invited to Holyrood tomorrow, some folks are going along from 5pm (poster says 6) to tell that they are not welcome.

Edinburgh Demo Wednesday 21st February 6pm - Scottish Parliament. Stop Arming Israel. Made in Scotland – dropped on Gaza. #GazaHolocaust #CeasefireNow #EndOccupation #EndApartheid

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Barry Keoghan and Charles Melton for Vanity Fair’s Hollywood Issue ✨✨✨

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Nina Simone

February 21, 1933 – April 21, 2003

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Happy 3rd Birthday to

“The Ultimate Trolley Problem”

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February 21

Today's flower is the Anemone or the Windflower, scientific name Anemone coronaria

They are native to the temperate and subtropical regions of all continents except Australia, New Zealand and Antarctica

Anemones are often associated with hope, anticipation, and the arrival of new beginnings. They can also symbolize protection from evil, lasting love, and the fragility of life

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The February 21, 1925 issue of Judge magazine. The "editors' caricatured on the cover are some of the theatrical heavies of the day: George M. Cohan, Fanny Brice, G. and H. Marx, W.C. Fields, Flo Ziegfeld, Al Jolson, Madge Kennedy, etc.

Cover illustration: Ralph Barton via Wikipedia

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