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☕︎ my marauders dr; intro •°

🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the recipe to my marauders dr ≈

name : julia ephemeri potter

age (when i shift) : 15 — i’m experiencing the whole slow burn.. and i just know it’s gonna be torture . but we persevere

— (when i post about my script) : most of the time, i’ll be talking about me from the ages of 16-21 onwards

occupation : student of witchcraft at hogwarts

+ (eventually) some form of adult occupation . i’ll edit this later i genuinely don’t know and i don’t need to know for good few years at least so..

details :

— house : gryffindor

— wand : sandalwood with a mermaid hair core , 9.5”

+ wand breakdown

— patronus : brown bear / sable (undecided, i love both.. help)

— amortentia : ocean air , candle wax , musty books

+ amortentia breakdown

— fav subject : alchemy

— top subjects : (+ alchemy) ancient runes , charms , muggle studies

— pets : sadie / sadie sue (ginger tabby cat) , barnaby (brown barn owl , shared with james..)

side hobbies/hustles : gryffindor quidditch team seeker

+ (eventually) editorial team of the hogwarts herald

+ (eventually) prefect

s/o : regulus arcturus black ৻ꪆ

౨ৎ meet miss juju berry

an incandescence, forged of tart blood and a permeating sense of melancholy — she finds herself in a constant search, an unsolvable quest for meaning, latching onto anything that can define her identity and yet feeling irrevocably lost to herself — she is only the light, not the sun . she is only the shell, not the pearl . she is only the stain , not the blackberry

i unfurl into this reality with the kind of effervescence found in firewhiskey, a bubbling surprise of sorts, one that my own parents weren’t expecting. my mum calls me a gift, she calls my brother a blessing . i don’t know if the difference in term denotes a difference in how we’re perceived, and truth be told it drove me crazy as a kid and sometimes it still does but for whatever purpose or prosperity, the fates resolved that i was meant to be born and here i am

a toppling fire cracker of a girl, or so i’m told, i’m one of the rambunctious gryffindors that barrel down the marble hallways of hogwarts castle. i bunk with seven other girls, one of whom is my best friend — mary macdonald. along with the charming ravenclaw — emmeline vance — and a snark of a hufflepuff — hestia jones — the four of us can be found in various locations around the school campus; passed out in a heap on the softest patch of grass near the black lake , shooting pine cones over the whomping willow and keeping score of who gets the most over without the tree smacking them away , secluded in the third booth on the second floor of the library . our quills drying out while we distractedly ignore our transfiguration homework in favour of finding the right spell to conceal our carved names on the bottom of the booth’s oakwood table (the result of emmeline sneaking alcoholic butterbeer into the school, and a series of bad decisions later, we’d all drunkenly vandalised the furniture.. thankfully mcgonagall doesn’t know or i might lose my prefect badge)

with small flowers in my braid and golden earrings that shimmer as i shake my head, i slip between the sea of students with an ease that can only be spotted in the agile gait of a seeker. though, nothing about my speed on the ground can compare to that which i showcase when i’m hundreds of feet in the air, my broomstick being an extension of me, something i trust to a concerning degree, coming up with the sorts of tricks and techniques that would land me in the hospital wing if i wasn’t as good as i am. that attention to detail, the pedantic precision of my sight is also what makes me a renowned editor of the student body’s newsletter — a semi-professional scrapbook of a weekly issue, a holistic voice of all students from all houses . honestly it can be hard to maintain that harmony but perhaps that’s why dumbledore sanctioned the club, a forceful hand at coexisting

regardless, it’s the least of my worries, a pastime really, my main focus being the exceedingly irritating presence of a certain slytherin seeker, who grows more and more unbearable by the day, not to mention he’s constantly around, in almost all my classes, assigned to same hours of prefect patrol, not a moment of peace . and yet paired with that bothersome nuisance brews the burning desire to find out more

and if you want to know why, then i suppose you should keep reading

(merlin’s name, i can write intrigue splendidly, they should assign me as the journalist not just the bloody editor)

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ my black bird

a rising tide in his own right, he is determined to maintain what is deemed to be perfection, unwilling to admit that no two waves ever look the same, no two stars ever shine alike, there is no apex . and yet he tries. haunted by ancestry, rippling currents that pull him into the ravine of his family’s legacy, it’s a future he wishes to inherit whilst believing it impossible. until his brother abandoned his birthright and that status, that title, that name he always wanted to earn yet never actually trained for, was now his

that unassuming final breath before striking a curse, the calm interwoven with calamity, that’s what regulus feels in every waking moment .

there is a blurry haze of memories when he tries to decipher where it all began — did envy bleed out of him every time sirius entered the room and commanded attention with his mere presence? or was it admiration? did he love his brother or loath him? maybe neither, maybe both, maybe everything in between and nothing at all, it never made sense and it probably never will.

so then leaves the question of his own significance — fostered from birth? or handed down simply because he is the spare to the heir? in this instance both made sense but neither option would ever be clarified.

and so regulus chooses to not feel anything, reserve all emotions to be shared with a few select friends — evan and barty had a way about them, his laughter was not something he could hold back in their presence . dorcas founded a semblance of solitude even though the space was shared, as if their silence was a mutual understanding, a shorthand of sorts . pandora had the gift of gracing their group with his smile, he considered it a curse that she had such a superpower, to bring out these genuine joys in other people, but he knew she wouldn’t see it that way — those were his people

not his brother . who he shifted his eyes to look away from whenever they passed each other .. only to turn back and glance over his shoulder, observing the elder son’s movements, wishing he’d turn back too, and then hurriedly clenching his fist, squashing the thought before it even had the chance to breathe

not his parents . who stood tall yet hollow, ghosts of who they were before their family was “torn apart” according to them, holding metaphorical goal posts only to keep moving them higher and higher every time regulus attempted to score, before tutting as he slipped and fell, unable to maintain the impossible altitude of their expectations

no. his people were his friends, the people who could mellow out his misgivings, erode his stone walls

and yet, those stone walls remain intact, erosion takes time.

unless of course someone me shattered the very structure of his world view, erupting his life into firework flurries of emotions, clandestine nights, musty sunrises drenched in dew drops and fog, leaving a wafting air about the world, scented jasmine and blackberry, amber gold flecks embedded inside twin irises . the kind of beauty that haunts his dreams and burns fire in his heart

he really should not be giving in to such a tragically stupid connection, not when majority of the time is spent bickering amongst dusty textbooks, whispering shouts bouncing off cold castle walls in the middle of the night, hexes spewing back and forth before finally forfeiting from fear of being caught .. that isn’t what he should want

he shouldn’t want anything

and yet he does

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

౨ৎ candlelit hearts

sinking into an unknown abyss, falling from the sky with a smile on your face while the halo around your head crackles, wax dripping down the curve of your back, you were destined to fall, that’s what you are meant to do, that’s who you are meant to be — a tidal wave tore through your heart, engulfing you entirely and yet you let yourself descend deeper and deeper — for reasons unknown, you found a companion in the darkness, a fire in the flesh, a home between interlaced fingers, foreheads pressed together and a single flickering candle flame that burns bright from the magic of your shared love

it’s funny, when i look back at it. because i suppose we always knew the other existed, but i only really met him when i was 13..

whatever classes we shared before, whatever moments were missed where we walked past each other through hallways or on moving staircases, those never really registered.

i just remember the cold, the prickly sensation of snow on my bare fingertips, crunching under my feet, glittering from the shy slithers of sunlight that flitted through the bleak grey sky. the constant dinging bells, the sound of students exploring all that hogsmeade had to offer, and yet there we stood, facing each other in an alley between shops, frowning in a way that would become all too familiar in the years to come

for what it’s worth, it’s easy to dislike the guy — almost always beating me by a few marks, his facial expression was more than enough of a gloat in itself . creating nicknames for whatever trick i use in a quidditch match and always coming up with a counter move (he can’t ever let me win. personally speaking, of course, i win plenty of matches) . it’s always something with him, and whatever quick bursts of emotion i bring out are hurriedly buried under a blank expression and a tired, almost uninterested visage that boils my blood in a way i cannot possibly describe . and yet i find myself thinking about it, about him, in the ungodly hours of the night.. only to get back at him of course

and it isn’t as if i can speak for him, for the longest time i had no clue what he’d be thinking no matter how long i stared, trying to decipher his thoughts.. but i’d be an idiot to have not noticed a change — the way he would walk through life with a strive to prove himself and yet constantly controlling how much of that ambition he could show.. living each day almost half present, half minded, elsewhere entirely, focused on a far reaching future as if it was right around the corner

he wasn’t like that anymore, he seemed to flourish, to spark, to appear alive . but only when teetering on the tightrope of an improbable partnership, an impossible romance, a strange little love story written between the aged cushions of an abandoned couch, in a hidden lounge, behind an old potions classroom — we found it together . or, more so, we argued and raced to unlock the door first, but regardless, it was our space . a space in which the kindling fire of an unlikely friendship would blossom into something greater than i could ever hope for

and when the mysteries within the castle walls start to crack through, when the secrets between the students stir the cauldron of rumours, and the history of influential families begins to pull itself up from the grave .. i guess it’s not so surprising to admit, but someone as curious as me, paired with someone as persistent as regulus? it’s no big shock that we find ourselves in the middle of such a storm

one transmutation away from uncovering the truth, waking up old bones, and burying the new ones

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

the people have spoken (i’m referring to the poll) and so i post ^this .. it did take a while bcs of numerous reasons that i don’t want to go into but anyway, i adore this dr so so much and i’ve worked so hard on the fic version of it T^T however it is a bit too traumatic for me to actually live out so .. this dr is slightly more tame — i just want to relive high school in hogwarts with the people that helped me through a lot of the shit i faced when i was in high school and they were merely characters on a screen — although, i can’t help myself, there are a few mysteries and bouts of intrigue to keep me entertained, i just .need to figure out what.. i could leave it up to my subconscious but . i don’t wanna do that ≈

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hrrtshape · 23 days ago

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　　　　　marauders era: an eyewitness report

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　back to the masterlist bla bla bla, insert something clever about time being a flat circle and the questionable ethics of meddling with it.

anyway, hi, hello, welcome. i’m emma, and i shifted to 1970s hogwarts because clearly, the 21st century wasn’t serving. if you’ve ever wondered what the marauders era was actually like, beyond the fanon embellishments and the tragic foreshadowing, i’ve got you covered (hopefully?). think less epic chosen one narrative and more obscure hogwarts lore, questionable teenage decision-making, and why butterbeer is the most overrated beverage of all time. let’s get into it.

❛❛ how is it in hogwarts?

hogwarts is exactly how you'd expect it to be, except bigger. and colder. there’s always a draft coming from somewhere, and half the corridors feel like they were designed with the intention of making you late to everything. you take a wrong turn, and suddenly you’re in a wing you didn’t even know existed, where the paintings all look at you like you’ve interrupted something. if you don’t pay attention, you will go your entire time here without ever setting foot in the same hallway twice. the staircases move, but not for you. they move when they feel like it, and they don’t care about your timetable. some people have a knack for navigating them, like an internal compass adjusted to the whims of enchanted architecture. others, myself included, are at their mercy.

❛❛ what do you do with your friends on break time?

break time is a loose concept !!!!!! in theory, it’s a chance to relax between classes, but in practice, it’s chaotic. if you’re lucky, you have enough time to find a bench in the courtyard, let the sun hit your face, and pretend you’re not about to be tested on sixteen types of transfiguration theory. if you’re unlucky, break time is spent half-jogging to a classroom on the other side of the castle, trying to remember if you left your wand in your dorm or if you lent it to someone in a moment of poor judgement. the library is a common meeting point. if you don’t mind whispering your conversations and being glared at by ravenclaws who take their revision schedules personally.

❛❛ what house are you in and how is your common room?

gryffindor . . . it’s warm, loud, and always slightly chaotic. the common room smells like old wood and a perpetual fireplace that never quite burns out. there are chairs that have been claimed for generations, and if you sit in the wrong one, someone will make sure you know it. the windows overlook the grounds, and at night, if you press your forehead against the glass, you can see the lanterns floating over the lake. the dorms are small (and i scripted that to each their own), but they feel like home in the way that things do when they belong to too many people at once. trunks half-open, shoes kicked under beds, parchment crumpled in corners. it’s messy, but it’s lived in.

❛❛ what's your favourite activity to do in hogwarts?

favourite activities shift with the seasons. in autumn, it’s walking down to the black lake when the air is crisp and everything smells like leaves. in winter, it’s sneaking hot chocolate from the kitchens and drinking it by the fire while it storms outside. spring is for sitting on the lawn, watching the younger students chase enchanted paper birds. summer, or at least the first week of june before you go, is when the castle starts to feel too big, too heavy, and every gryffindor with a broom suddenly fancies themselves the next quidditch star.

but mostly, it’s the small things: late-night conversations in the common room, running through the corridors when you’re not supposed to, discovering a shortcut and pretending you invented it.

❛❛ do wizards / witches from differing houses naturally gravitate to one clothing aesthetic or the other?

there’s an unspoken aesthetic to each house. slytherins have an expensive, effortless sort of style, pressed robes, sleek hair, an air of knowing something you don’t. ravenclaws lean into the academic: ink-stained fingers, stacks of books they actually intend to read, a perpetual expression of mild distraction. hufflepuffs have an almost curated casualness, jumpers too big, scarves wrapped twice, a kind of warmth that feels deliberate. gryffindors don’t care enough to have a set aesthetic, but somehow, they all end up looking the same: slightly disheveled, like they just ran from something or are about to.

❛❛ by extention . . . are there certain houses that work good together? like is it more common for ravenclaws to date slytherins or is it super rare to see a hufflepuff date a gryffindor?

as for house compatibility, it’s not as rigid as you’d think. slytherins and ravenclaws make sense together. intellectual ambition meets calculated charm. gryffindors and hufflepuffs are a common pairing, reckless enthusiasm balanced by patient loyalty. but it’s not a rule. i’ve seen hufflepuffs date slytherins, ravenclaws fall for gryffindors, and everything in between. the houses matter until they don’t.

❛❛ is it possible to visit other houses if you are not in it (for example slytherin will go meet gryffindor in their room)?

you can visit other common rooms, but it’s not easy. the entrances are guarded, passwords, riddles, enchanted barriers that don’t take kindly to uninvited guests. slytherin’s door is hidden in the dungeons, gryffindor’s portrait won’t open for strangers without a password, ravenclaw demands an answer to a question you probably don’t know, and hufflepuff’s entrance is practically a secret.

it happens, but it’s rare. most of the time, if you want to see someone from another house, you meet somewhere neutral: the great hall, the courtyard, a tucked-away spot in the library.

❛❛ what were the students from each house like?? were there any house stereotypes that you found to be untrue and which ones did you like or dislike the most?

each house has its reputation. slytherins are meant to be cold, calculating. ravenclaws, distant and analytical. hufflepuffs, kind to a fault. gryffindors, reckless beyond reason.

but like all stereotypes, they’re half-truths at best. there are cunning hufflepuffs, quiet gryffindors, slytherins who would rather read than scheme. the most misleading stereotype is that slytherins and gryffindors are natural enemies. the truth is, they understand each other better than most. both houses value strength, loyalty, ambition. the difference is in the approach.　　

❛❛ anything about hufflepuff?

hufflepuff is the most normal house, in the best and worst way. no one's trying to prove anything, no one's particularly scheming. it's a house of competent people who do their work and don’t make a big deal about it. they move in packs, they bake things at odd hours. their common room smells like honey and old books, and the couches have been sat on so much they’ve molded into the shape of generations of students. there's always someone napping in there, always someone explaining something in a way that actually makes sense. they don’t play the game, and somehow that makes them better at it than anyone else.

❛❛ anything about slytherin?

slytherin is not what everyone thinks it is. the worst people in that house are exactly what you'd expect: conniving, cutthroat, performatively aloof, but they’re in the minority. the rest are just people who have their own plans, and if those plans happen to align with yours, great. if they don’t, good luck. the common room is dim and cold but in a comforting way, like you're standing in the shadow of something vast and ancient. there’s an unspoken rule about looking impressive at all times, even if that means sitting in an armchair pretending to read a book just for the aesthetic of it. it’s less about blood purity and more about making sure no one ever underestimates you. and they love a grudge, but they love a comeback story even more.

❛❛ anything about ravenclaw?

ravenclaws aren’t just about books and wit, they’re about obsession. they’re the ones who get stuck on an idea and won’t sleep until they’ve figured it out. they love a good mystery, even if it drives them insane. they are competitive, but mostly with themselves, and they have an encyclopedic knowledge of the most random things just because they got interested once and never let it go. their common room is airy, full of books and weird little projects no one remembers starting. they don’t just value intelligence, they value curiosity, knowing things just for the sake of knowing them, turning over every rock just to see what’s underneath.

　　　　classes .

❛❛ were classes fun or boring like here?

it depends on the class, the professor, the day, the phase of the moon. some classes feel like pulling teeth, some feel like being let in on the mechanics of the universe. the problem with magic is that once you get used to it, it stops feeling like magic and starts feeling like another subject you have to pass.

❛❛ is potions class kind of like a cooking class?

sort of. if cooking involved more opportunities to set things on fire or accidentally poison yourself. the people who are good at it tend to have either a natural instinct for how ingredients react together or an obsessive need to follow instructions perfectly. it smells intense. everyone always leaves with their robes stinking of something they can't quite place.

❛❛ what’s the rarest position to brew?

depends on what you mean by rare. felix felicis is obviously difficult, amortentia is infamous, but there are older, more obscure potions that no one bothers with anymore because the knowledge of how to make them has been lost or because the ingredients are impossible to get. there’s a potion that allegedly lets you see a few seconds into the future, but no one knows if that’s true because no one’s been able to make it in centuries.

❛❛ did you enjoy astronomy class?

it’s cold. you’re always tired. sometimes you look through a telescope and see something that makes you feel incredibly small. sometimes you look through a telescope and just see clouds. if you’re lucky, you get a professor who understands that making you write essays about planets you’ll never visit is less important than making you understand the vastness of what’s out there. over-romanticised.

❛❛ what do you learn in ancient runes? how is the homework? how is the class?

ancient runes is for people who like puzzles. it’s part history, part language, part divination if you squint at it the right way. the homework is exhausting because it’s not just about translating the words, it’s about understanding the context, the intention, the layers of meaning. it feels like trying to communicate with something impossibly old, something that was never meant for you but is still willing to be understood. 7/10

❛❛ there’s so many classes at hogwarts, how many do you have to take? which ones are mandatory and which ones can you choose to do?

the core classes are charms, transfiguration, potions, history of magic, defense against the dark arts, astronomy, and herbology. then you pick electives in third year, things like divination, care of magical creatures, arithmancy, ancient runes, so on. most people take two or three, but some overachievers take more. you can technically drop subjects in later years, but that depends on how much you want to make your own life easier versus how much you think you’ll need them.

❛❛ which class is your favourite?

it changes. sometimes it’s history of magic because you get to see how everything fits together and realise how much was left out of the stories you were told. sometimes it’s astronomy because standing on the tower at night makes you feel like you’re part of something infinite. sometimes it’s ancient runes because there’s something deeply satisfying about unlocking a language older than time, like you’re uncovering secrets meant only for the stubborn and the curious. also whatever coryo is in.

❛❛ besides the subjects covered in the books, are there any others?

there are obscure branches of magic that don’t fit neatly into one subject. things that get covered in passing or are only taught to the few students who actively seek them out. there are duelling lessons, semi-legal extracurricular projects involving experimental charms, whispered-about advanced alchemy classes. if you know the right people and ask the right questions, you can learn things that aren’t in any official curriculum.

　　　　the castle .

❛❛ are there study halls?

yes, and no one uses them. they exist in theory. quiet little corners with a few rows of desks and an old grandfather clock ticking ominously, probably enchanted to remind you of your own mortality. but unless you're a ravenclaw or someone hiding from a crime (which, honestly, who isn't?), you're better off staking out a spot in the library or bribing a house-elf to let you into the kitchens with your books. and then i'm gonna go ahead and contradict myself by saying that if you study, it'll probably be in the great hall when it isn't meal time.

❛❛ did you explore the castle and find secret spots? did you know it like the back of your hand already?

of course. it's practically a requirement of being a student at hogwarts: either you learn the castle or you spend seven years getting lost like a fool. there are entire passageways no one talks about, places where the floor feels strangely warm underfoot, staircases that don't appear unless you mutter something in latin. the thing about hogwarts is that it’s alive. it breathes, it shifts (ha), it decides what you get to see. sometimes you’ll find a new corridor only for it to be gone the next day.

hogwarts’ secret places. were you able to find anything never mentioned in the movies and books?

yes. so many!!! (so many in fact that i could probably make a whole post about it). a spiral staircase in the astronomy tower that leads to a locked room with nothing inside but a single candle and a chair facing the wall. a wooden trapdoor in the divination tower that drops you into a tunnel lined with old paintings, all the subjects in them fast asleep. a door in the library that only appears past midnight, opening into a room full of books that aren't written in any language known to man.

❛❛ have you ever been sent to dumbledores office? i’d love to know what’s it’s like in there. what does it smell like? does he have lots of magical objects? a phoenix? what does he even do all day?

yes, multiple times. it smells like old parchment and something vaguely sweet, like honeycomb melting over a fire. he has so many magical objects, glowing things, whirring things, things that look like they should be locked away in a department of mysteries vault. fawkes is always there, watching, judging. as for what dumbledore does all day . . . unclear. sometimes he’s deep in thought, other times he’s offering you a sherbet lemon like he's a retired grandpa with nothing better to do. i think he just enjoys the performance of it all.

❛❛ what’s your favourite part of the castle?

there's an arched window in the gryffindor tower that looks directly over the lake. in the winter, you can see the frost creeping across the glass like veins. in the spring, you can lean out of it and catch the breeze. it feels like the most still place in the whole castle.

❛❛ how many ghosts are at hogwarts? and what’s the strangest way one has died? and how old is the oldest one?

more than anyone bothers to count. the strangest death has to be this one boy from the 1400s who was trampled to death by a herd of magically enlarged rabbits, no one really talks about it because it sounds made up, but it’s true. the oldest ghost is a woman from the 11th century who only appears in mirrors.

❛❛ obscurials, do you learn about them? is there a subject where you learn about things like that because i can’t think of what class you’d learn about random wizard things? anyway how do they work and is there any currently alive?

you learn about them in charms or history of magic, but it’s not a major subject. you can find books about it in the library. but it's more of a side note, like, "oh, by the way, some children explode if you repress their magic too much, moving on." how do they work, well, suppressed magic turns in on itself, feeds on fear, manifests as uncontrollable bursts of destruction. whether there's one alive right now....who knows. but if there were, hogwarts would be the worst place for them. too much power in the air, too many people watching.

❛❛ when you look out the windows of the slytherin common room do you just see water? do you see fish swimming by or is it just pitch black like you’re in a submarine?

you see water. sometimes greenish, murky, with the occasional flicker of a giant tentacle or a school of fish darting by. at night, it gets darker, more like a deep abyss, but there's still movement. like something is always out there, watching. pretty cool.

❛❛ can you ice skate on the black lake?

yes, but it’s risky !!! the ice never fully freezes in some places, and the giant squid is not above dragging someone under just to mess with them.

❛❛ is there any part of the castle that’s not in use anymore?

so many. whole wings that have been sealed off for centuries, a bell tower that’s half collapsed, a staircase that leads to nowhere. there’s even an old hospital ward from the 1600s that still smells faintly of medicinal herbs, even though no one has set foot in it in ages.

❛❛ in the library, are the books only school books or are they normal books too?

both. there are shelves of regular books. old wizarding novels, histories, weird magical self-help guides. but the second you start reading something not related to school, madam pince will materialise out of thin air and threaten you with eternal banishment . . . it's allowed, of course, she's just judgy.

　　　　hogsmeade .

❛❛ can you go to hogsmede every weekend? or is it different weekends for different year groups? i’d think once you get to the last couple years you could just go when you want?

third years and up get designated weekends, but once you hit sixth year, no one really enforces the rules. if you have an excuse or a good enough invisibility spell, you can go whenever.

❛❛ what are the shops like in hogsmeade or whatever that street is called with the butterbeer? have you tried butterbeer?

the shops range from cosy to mildly terrifying. zonko’s is always packed, honeydukes smells like sugar and childhood, the three broomsticks is warm and bustling. butterbeer is fine. as i said somewhere, for me it's too sweet, not enough bite. but if you know the right people, you can get something stronger.

　　　　the people .

❛❛ did you get to meet dumbledore?

yes, multiple times. the man loves a dramatic entrance.

❛❛ is sirius close with regulus?

not really. they don’t hate each other, but there’s a distance. like looking at someone through a glass wall. can't say i haven't tried to get them to hang out together.

❛❛ what is regulus like in you dr? his personality, style, looks, and aesthetic.

regulus is sharp, controlled, always put together. he moves like he knows exactly how much space he takes up. he dresses impeccably, all tailored robes and expensive fabrics. his aesthetic is dark academia but real, not just a pinterest board. (@kerryshifting hi)

❛❛ is remus more fanon or canon?

depends on the day. sometimes he’s quiet, bookish, distant. other times, he’s effortlessly charming, all quick smiles and easy wit. makes me go a bit brrr when i remember the obsession i had with him in my cr.

❛❛ was lily ever friends with severus?

not in a way that matters anymore.

❛❛ just a random curiosity: does remus play on the quidditch team?

no, but he watches every match like a commentator narrating in his head.

❛❛ what’s it like when remus turns into a werewolf?

horrifying. heartbreaking. not something anyone (by that i mean the marauders and lily) jokes about.

❛❛ does alice ( neville's mom ) exist in your dr?

yes. she’s bright, kind, a little reckless. a cutie, honestly.

❛❛ do you know any parents of the people who studied with harry?

a few. some of them were in school with us, others were just names in passing.

❛❛ what's the last name of pandora ( luna's mom )?

rosier !

　　　　the social scene .

❛❛ what are the best pranks the marauders have done?

we got every single gryffindor student to sleep in a different bed for one night. no one knew where they’d wake up. it was like a hostage situation but with pillowcases. sirius and james put a massive litter box outside her office when she was in cat form. she stared at it for a long time. didn’t use it, but the psychological damage was done.

(james and sirius . . . are we surprised?) stole about 30 howlers from the owlery, opened them all at once in the great hall, and then fled. the cacophony was biblical. james charmed enchanted fireworks to spell out "evans, marry me" over the quidditch pitch during a match. lily nearly hexed him into next week.

i also really want to talk about a thing we did with nifflers.......

❛❛ juicy gossip in your marauders dr?

there was a hogwarts’ most eligible bachelor list that somehow always had regulus black at the top, despite the fact that he actively despised everyone. (except my girl @kerryshifting , hi once again). also my man was on there too....that kind of annoyed me i'm not going to lie..........

snape once got hexed so badly that his hair stayed pastel pink for a week, and no one let him live it down.

there’s a conspiracy that filch once hooked up with a ghost.

that one time slughorn got drunk at a christmas party and revealed that he knows who the next minister for magic is going to be. he wouldn't say who. coriolanus, whose dad was minister of magic, and was also a star pupil of slughorn's was on his case for the next three weeks.

❛❛ how are gossips treated? with no socials, do people just make up anything and that person will drown in shame because they can’t prove it’s fake?

you’re cooked. no socials, no receipts, no 'actually, that’s fake, here’s the screenshot,' just pure hearsay and mob mentality. you could be a virgin at breakfast and a confirmed homewrecker by lunch because someone swore they saw you leave the astronomy tower looking 'disheveled.' you can’t even deny it properly because the more you insist, the guiltier you look.

❛❛ how do rumours spread?

like fiendfyre. whisper networks are faster than any owl. slytherins weaponise it, ravenclaws track the origin like a research project, hufflepuffs might feel bad and try to correct it, but gryffindors just believe it.

❛❛ how is the animosity between girls? since hogwarts is basically a boarding school, the girls you share a dormitory with are more like a sisterhood or it’s just like a war zone?

animosity between girls is like a regency-era novel on steroids. you are eating, sleeping, breathing, and getting dressed next to these people for seven years straight. sometimes it’s sisterhood, sometimes it’s psychological warfare over a hair ribbon. a dorm feud can be quiet and insidious (stealing your favourite quill, 'borrowing' your sweater and stretching it out) or an outright battlefield (yelling in the common room, hexes thrown behind the teacher’s back). alliances are formed, betrayals are dramatic, and the worst thing someone can say is 'i think she’s just... annoying.'

❛❛ do the portraits really gossip that much?

the portraits gossip like hell. 400 years of painting-based boredom and all they do is eavesdrop. they're the medieval twitter. if you do something scandalous, hope to god that the fat lady wasn’t awake or you’ll have a reputation before breakfast.

❛❛ what couples exist there that no one talks about here, like rarepairs?

yes. flitwick and sprout had a thing. some seventh-year slytherin in 1975 had a deep and tragic enemies-to-lovers arc with a muggleborn hufflepuff no one remembers. also, why does no one talk about the fact that madam pince (the librarian) and filch might have had a little something? they were 'we eat lunch together in complete silence but understand each other’s pain.'

❛❛ are there any school events like balls or christmas parties ect?

there’s the yule ball, obviously, i need attention, but also christmas parties (professor slughorn’s are elitist as hell but the gossip is good), valentine’s day might involve an awful match-making charmed scroll, and there’s definitely a secret end-of-year party where everyone signs their name on a hidden wall before they leave forever.

❛❛ how are the parties there? which house does the best ones?

gryffindor has the most chaotic ones (unplanned, loud, might end in a duel). slytherin’s are exclusive.. ravenclaw’s parties feel like salons until someone brings out a banned potion. hufflepuff’s are secretly insane, casual 'just a gathering' but the best drinks, the best music, and the least likely to get shut down. and weed. they have weed, it's not just a joke.

❛❛ by extension . . . are you able to sneak alcohol?

absolutely. firewhiskey in a hollowed-out book. butterbeer bottles charmed to refill endlessly. one hufflepuff seventh-year is running an illegal distillery in the room of requirement.

❛❛ are there any cool clubs?

dueling club (dramatic). wizard chess club (intense). potions club (run by that one student who thinks they’re smarter than snape). there's a new secret 'muggle pop culture' club for people obsessed with star wars. art club that is run by the chillest ravenclaws, deep underground. i can definitely speak more about those <3

❛❛ where do couples go to you know......wink wink.

astronomy tower is the classic, but so obvious. the greenhouses (if you like the risk of professor sprout catching you). the room of requirement if you’re smart enough to get it to cooperate. an abandoned classroom with a locking charm. some absolute lunatics have tried the restricted section (looks around). broom closet is tried and true.

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❛❛ would having modern technology (mostly phones) work in hogwarts (if it was? in current year)?

if hogwarts was in 2024, the wards would probably block all service but students would find workarounds. enchanted tiktoks? anonymous wizard gossip accounts? absolutely.

❛❛ does hogwarts have school fights? if so how are they?? are they fun to watch?

oh, 100%. duels in the courtyards, fistfights in the common rooms. the slytherins fight with words, the gryffindors with fists, the hufflepuffs will beat you up and then apologise, and the ravenclaws keep hexes in their back pocket just in case. there were a few highlights that i'll never forget.

❛❛ how are the robes? were they super hot in the summer or are they charmed?

charmed to be temperature-regulating, still insufferable in mid-may.

❛❛ how were the uniforms like at hogwarts? how long were the skirts?

skirts were knee-length but girls (ahem) hiked them up in the bathrooms or just hexed them. mid-thigh at shortest. any shorter and mcgonagall gives you thee look. boys loosened their ties as an act of rebellion.

❛❛ how strict was the dress code, could you wear jewellery and accessories?

technically strict, but if you’re subtle you can get away with jewellery and accessories.

❛❛ is makeup allowed?

yes.

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