#january 19

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January Day 19 - Tzimisce

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RIP Mary Weiss 

December 28, 1948 – January 19, 2024

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Prompt 19 - Pathetic

@jegulus-microfic January 19 Word count 903

“Prongs, it’s only two weeks. I'm pretty sure you can survive two weeks without my brother.” James knew that Sirius was right. It was only two weeks. But it was two weeks knowing that Regulus was in Grimmauld Place and would be having a very lonely Christmas with only his parents and Kreacher. James on the other hand was never lonely. He had Sirius and Remus staying with him and Peter came over nearly every day. Plus he also had two very loving parents. It was hard for him to have so much love and know Regulus had none.

A week went by and it was Christmas Eve. James knew he was annoying Sirius and Remus. He had been mopping about, not finding any interest in anything. Even his mother had commented on it. He’d been trying so hard since then to put on a brave face and make an effort. 

They were all sitting around the Christmas tree, putting the finishing touches on it and drinking huge mugs of hot chocolate — Remus was already on his second — when the wards alerted them to someone trying to get in. 

Monty slipped his wand out of his pocket, closely flanked by Euphemia.

“Stay back, boys. I mean it.” He commanded when he saw all three of them inching forward. Monty pulled the front door open, revealing a skinny young man wrapped tightly in a thick, expensive-looking travel cloak. He had the hood pulled up, hiding his face from view. But James would know him anywhere. Regulus Black was stood on his doorstep. 

“Let him in, Dad.” He heard himself saying as he walked forward. 

“Who is it?” Monty asked, looking confused. Sirius squinted, peering at the visitor. 

“Oh, for crying out loud. You’re both as pathetic as each other, you know. It’s only two weeks!” He shook his head and grabbed Remus’s hand, taking him back into the living room. “Hi, Reg. Merry Christmas.” He called over his shoulder. Understanding shot across Monty and Effie’s faces. 

“Come in, come in.” Effie waved Regulus forward.

“Thank you,” Regulus said politely once the door was firmly shut behind him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Potter. I hope my arrival isn’t an inconvenience.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure, and it’s Effie, not Mrs Potter. And this is Monty. Say hello, Monty.”

“Hello, Monty,” Monty answered, deftly dodging Effie’s swotting hand.  

“Please ignore him, dear. Will you be staying for Christmas?” She asked as she gestured for his cloak.

“If that is alright, Mrs—Effie.” Regulus swallowed awkwardly.

“Of course it is. Does your Mother know you’re here?” Effie asked kindly. 

“If that bitch turns up here…” Sirius yelled through from the living room. 

“Sirius, language.” Effie cut him off before he could finish whatever it had been he was going to say. 

“Not exactly. She thinks I went back to Hogwarts to study for my O.W.L’s. I am going to go back to Hogwarts to study, but I thought I could make a detour on the way.” He gave her a sheepish crooked smile that James knew Sirius used on her all the time. As much as the Black brothers liked to argue that they were entirely different from each other, they both used the same tricks regularly. 

“Hmm, I’m not overly happy with that, dear. Especially after the last time with Sirius,”

“You love me!” Sirius yelled through again. 

“Stop shouting in my house, Sirius.” Effie chastised him, barely lifting her vice but very clearly heard. 

“Sorry, Effie,” Sirius called out more quietly. James could hear Remus giggling and Sirius swotting at him with a cushion.

“Sorry,” Regulus fidgeted with the cuffs of his jumper, “I’ll go.” He held out his hand for his travel cloak still in Effie’s hands. James turned to his mother pleadingly. 

“Don’t be silly, Regulus dear. It takes a lot more than Walburga Black to scare me.” She said with a very toothy smile. Regulus took a step back. Shock flashing in his eyes. 

“Come along, Monty. I need help setting up a room for Regulus.” She winked at Regulus and squeezed James’s arm as she headed to the stairs. 

“What’s the point? He’s just going to end up in James’s bed anyway.” Sirius cackled from the living room, clearly enjoying himself. 

“Sirius, behave,” Effie told him in her best mum voice. 

“Sorry, Mum.” Sirius apologised, his voice very subdued. 

Effie and Monty left James and Regulus alone in the hallway. 

“Hi,” James finally got to say once his parents had disappeared. 

“Hi,” Regulus smiled back. He rushed forward into James’s waiting arms and tilted his head up to look at him. James leant down and kissed him.

“Ooooooo.” Remus's cat called from the doorway. 

“Godric, Moony, don’t encourage them.” Sirius wasn’t as gung-ho now. 

James ignored them both, only having eyes for Regulus. He dipped his head again, kissing him gently before dragging him into the living room. 

“Want to annoy Sirius?” He whispered in Regulus’s ear. 

“Always,” Regulus murmured back, eyes flashing with mischief, not unlike his brothers did. James sat down and pulled Regulus onto his lap and continued kissing him and smiling when Sirius started protesting wildly to their, in his words, disgusting public display of affection. 

James could feel Regulus’s chest shaking as he tried to keep his laughter contained. James was now quite happy to be home for Christmas.   

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— January 19, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

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Awaiting the Decision from Paris

Record Group 46: Records of the U.S. SenateSeries: Berryman Political Cartoon Collection

As heads of state and political leaders of the victorious Allied powers prepared to meet in Paris to discuss terms of a peace settlement, many countries or ethnic groups within a country also gathered in Paris to promote their claims for self-determination. With all of the demands for independence, it was clear that political decisions would soon lead to revisions of many pre-war boundaries. Cartoonist Clifford Berryman shows two elderly, pipe-smoking, white haired men with their globes and map-making tools ready to redraw the boundaries of countries throughout the European continent once political decisions were made by the conference delegates.

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Coyote Starrk (Bleach)  » January 19

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HAPPY 77TH BIRTHDAY, DOLLY PARTON!!!

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January 19

Today's flower is the Bleeding Heart.

Scientific name Lamprocapnos spectabilis, this flower belong to the poppy family. Native to Siberia, northern China, Korea and Japan.

This flower is commonly found in shades of pink and red, and its shape is said to resemble a droplet of blood.

Legend has it that the bleeding heart flower grew from the ground where a woman’s broken heart had fallen after her lover had left her.

In many cultures, this flower is seen as a symbol of love and forgiveness, representing the idea that even the most broken hearts can heal and move on.

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Animal of the Day!

Southern Lapwing (Vanellus chilensis)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Southern Central America; South America

Size (Weight/Length)- 400 g; 35 cm

Diet- Small fish; Insects; Crustaceans; Mollusks

Cool Facts- Also called the quero-quero in Brazil and the queltehue in Chile, the southern lapwing is a small wading bird found throughout wet grassland. The southern lapwing’s fossil record goes back to the late Pleistocene alongside much larger mastodons and megafauna. Today, they’ve made a home in cattle land. Chasing after herds of cattle, southern lapwings catch insects that the cows stir up. Southern lapwings tend to be monogamous and encourage older offspring sticking around to help raise newer chicks. Extremely defensive, both the chicks and parents will try to chase predators and humans alike away from their nests.

Rating- 13/10 (Ah, yes, look at that birb. What a lovely birb.)

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RIP Marlena Shaw

September 22, 1942 – January 19, 2024

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carlypearce: First show of 2023. So happy to be back ♥️

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January 19, 1922 | Franz Kafka diaries

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Happy 3rd Birthday to

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