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[regularregulus-blog]

they’re closing in || sirius&regulus

Regulus hadn’t slept in days. His eyelids were heavy as he sat in class, his hand under his chin as he tried his best to focus. He couldn’t focus though. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t focus. He felt like the walking dead as he moved through the hallways. His bag was too heavy on his shoulder and he didn’t feel comfortable or safe under his own skin.

His body ached for sleep but he couldn’t give in. He didn’t know what his body would do if he gave in. He couldn’t trust it not to move on it’s own accord anymore. But he felt like he was going insane. 

Regulus didn’t know who to talk to either. He didn’t even know if he wanted to talk to someone. He didn’t know what he wanted or what needed to happen but something had to happen. Something had to give him relief from this.

It was late and Regulus knew it, when he sent his owl out the window to the Gryffindor tower. As soon as the owl was off, Regulus made his way out of the dungeon and upstairs. The owl had a note, short and simple, ‘I need to talk to you. Potions closet. -RB’ and it knew to drop it with Sirius, no need to wait for a response. Regulus just hoped he’d come.

[fervidus-marlene-blog]

🍜:Do you like heat or cold more? What is something you find unappealing about the other one?

Marlene prefers the heat. Summer is her favorite time of year, though in a way it’s also one she dislikes due to the fact she doesn’t see her friends as often. Weather wise, however, it beats out all others. Her family’s home is located on the side of a cliff, near the ocean, and one of her favorite pastimes is to go cliff jumping and swimming with her brothers. They grew up doing it, it’s practically tradition for the McKinnon’s. Plus, watermelon? Ice lollies? Hot, scantily clad lads and lasses? It’s all right up her ally. Furthermore, warmth itself signifies comfort to her.

One thing she finds unappealing about the cold is the necessity to wear shoes/warm footwear. Marlene hates shoes with a passion, would rather be in sandals or barefoot. But when it’s cold out, that’s just not an option, even to someone as stubborn as Marlene. 

[tenebris-bellator-blog]

"I'm not listening."

At Sirius’s pathetic words, Bellatrix simply threw back her head and laughed.

“When have you ever listened to anything I’ve said, you utter fool? You think me stupid? No wonder you left - must have been hard keeping up with people with actual brains!”

[mssrpr0ngs-blog]

15: If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit? Why?

This is a tough one. 

It’s a toss up between the first time Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs spent a full moon in the forest because that truly solidified our friendship, the time that Lily agreed to go to Hogsmeade with me because she finally took me seriously, and the 1964 Quidditch World Cup because my dad got me box tickets for my fourth birthday and it was where I fell in love with the game.

[mssrmoony-blog1]

15: If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit? Why?

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“I’d go back in time to find Newt Scamander, and give him a piece of my mind, for one thing.”

“Tell him just where he can stick that bright idea of his. Right next to his big, bloody head.” 

[lilselizabeth-blog]

♔ a kiss on the cheek

She hadn’t left Harry’s side since he was born. She didn’t dare to. He was so tiny, so…vunerable. The moment he came into the world nothing else mattered. Her mothering instinct took over and anything she did revolved around her desire to protect Harry at all cost. 

However, as James rightly pointed out, it wasn’t healthy for Lily to sit inside all day, hugging her infant son to her chest. She hadn’t been to an Order meeting in months, and it wasn’t like she had a job to go to anymore. It took a lot of convincing but eventually she agreed to a night out. Just a trip to their favourite restaurant. Sirius would look after Harry. “Seriously, Lily, stop worrying!” They’d all told her. 

Easier said than done. She’d fretted her way through the three course meal, just itching to get home to her son. The sight that welcomed her home was one she had never imaged. She had expected the house to be trashed, with food on the walls and Harry dangling off the ceiling fan by his nappy. However she was greeted with blissful silence, with just the occasional snore piercing through. A smile graced her lips as she peered into the bassinet, where Harry was fast asleep. His little fists holding tightly to the toy dog his uncle had got him. She kissed her son first, lightly on his forehead, and then moved over to where her old friend slept.

“Thank you.” She whispered, just before leaning over to lightly kiss him on the cheek. 

[regularregulus-blog]

Moodboard

Sirius Black and Regulus Black

[regularregulus-blog]

15: If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit? Why?

“Maybe sometime in the future when everyone is happy...”

“...maybe just to see how that all works out.”

[mssrmoony-blog1]

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15. If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit? Why?

“Do I even have to say it?” 

“I’d think that’s fairly obvious.”

[mssrmoony-blog1]

3: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?

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“Is this about personal happiness, or the general feeling of happiness? Those are two very distinct answers, I think. But I think they could intersect, given the right incentive. How about… a world free of prejudice and bigotry? A world where pureblood mania is a thing of the past. Ancient, ruddy stupid ideals, that. And anyone who was ever discriminated against had a voice? Or a place to feel like they belonged. The freedom to be themselves without consequence.”

“And sure, it seems like a long-shot, but this is all hypothetical, isn’t it? There’s no registry, for one thing. To hell with the registry—

I’m getting off track. What would make me happy?

Working at all, really. After this. I’m not sure where I’ll go, or what I’ll do. Unless things change. Unless the war changes things. Maybe it won’t even matter. I’ll fight, if they’re fighting. I’m not going to sit back and do nothing.”

[mssrmoony-blog1]

november moon // @ marauders

The sky was knotted up in cloudy gray, wisps of night blowing in like a sail raised up over the horizon. These days, darkness fell hard and fast after the sun went down, and so early too. It was a particular annoyance of Remus’s, who otherwise enjoyed everything there was about the dwindling descent into autumn: crisp air and falling leaves, the nightly chill a perfect excuse to layer obscenely for warmth. With nightfall so early in the evening, everything felt closer. Moons were harsher, and took it out of him long before the sun was halfway through the sky in later months. 

Tonight was no different; a routine November moon. Gone four, the sky was just as dusky as the common room got when one was wrapped up in a good book and looked up after hours to find that the world outside had gone dark around them, with only the glowing embers of the fire for scant light. 

‘You’ll ruin your eyes, reading in the dark like that.’ was a comment he’d got on more than one occasion. As a precaution, he’d started summoning bluebell flames and keeping them in a jar beside him on the table as he read. 

If only he could spend the night in the common room, curled in the squishy armchair by the fire with a teacup suspended in its saucer within arms reach and a promising read in his lap. Instead of out there, under the moon and out of his mind, in the forest where, not a month before, a girl had been found dead without cause.

He paced back and forth in the corridor, waiting just off the main hall for the cloak-covered forms of his friends. His hands kept twisting themselves into his hair, no matter how many times he forced them down, until finally he gave up tugging and stuffed them deep into his pockets with a muted growl of irritation. 

Somewhere outside, the moon rose slowly. He could feel the pull, like an itch under his skin, drawing him to the door. Rationally, he wanted nothing to do with the grounds right now, least of all the forest. He’d transform in the shack as he always had, of course, but inevitably the wolf would want to roam. 

Something in Remus’s stomach keeled and flipped. For the first time since fifth year, he wanted nothing more than to lock himself away and go to war with himself alone. To be out on the grounds tonight could be...dangerous. In a way it hadn’t been since that fateful day in fifth year. 

Normally the forest was safe. And what a laugh that was, calling the Forbidden Forest safe. But they’d never had to worry about people before. The rumors around the Shack (and the screaming) had done more than enough to keep away curious thrill-seekers, and no one came into the Forest on their own. Usually.

But what was usually? What if it happened again? The sleepwalkers hadn’t been out of bed since the tragedy, but who was to say it wouldn’t happen again, tonight? What if it had? His mates were only safe around him because they weren’t human. If some poor kid wandered into the Forest, asleep and unaware, while he was out of his mind and itching to hunt --- 

If Lily...

Remus shut his eyes. His fingers curled into fists in his pockets.

Finally --- footsteps on the flagstones. Remus took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. Worrying would have to wait. It was time. 

[mssrmoony-blog1]

Send me a ♙ for what my character originally thought your character’s name was before learning their actual name, and why

It seems almost like a trite convention, doesn’t it, naming people after literary characters, but before Hogwarts, aside from his mother and father and very scarce extended family, Remus had very little to compare anyone to except for books. There were wizarding books, of course. But while his father’s textbooks were always informative and usually very interesting, they didn’t lend themselves to much imagination. His mother’s collection of muggle literature on the other hand... 

It was a bit embarrassing now to admit it, but when Remus first saw Sirius Black, squabbling with a wild-haired bright-eyed boy somewhere near the front of the queue during the sorting, he’d immediately wondered whether or not there was a quietly aging painting locked away in a dusty attic somewhere in the boy’s no doubt expansive mansion. He had that poise and arrogance that spoke of a cultured upbringing, a look that Remus had slowly begun to recognize as ‘pureblood’, the wizarding equivalent of aristocratic families.

Now, of course, Remus realizes he was wrong. Sirius was no Dorian Gray. He aged just the same as anyone, though perhaps with a grace Remus envied. He’d grown, certainly, and into his looks.

As for a soul-swapping portrait locked away in the attic...he wouldn’t put it past the Blacks to broker a deal with the devil.

[fervidus-marlene-blog]

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Send a ♡ for a personality trait of your muse that my muse finds attractive 

Marlene openly enjoys how brash Sirius can be. Akin to her own personality, she finds it more amusing than anything and is frequently drawn into any conversation where someone seems to be getting agitated because of it. A bit of a sadistic pleasure, it’s nice to see aspects of herself mirrored in another person, even if they are the traits many consider to be negative. 

[mssrmoony-blog1]

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

likes

chocolate cremes from honeydukes

wool jumpers from home

his father’s phonograph

the beatles

helping his mum with holiday dinners

the smell of the earth before a storm

the sun breaking through the clouds the night after a full moon

sitting by the fire in the common room with just his mates or a good book

the library between exam seasons, when the quiet is as much a part of it as the worn wooden floors or the bookshelves

sneaking out under the cloak at night with no destination in mind but mischief

when the map works like it should

the beech tree by the lake

dislikes

the moon

bigotry

blood purists

the color purple

divination, arithmancy and all their psychic cousins

whoever coined the phrase “blue period”

confronting his problems

cats

[mssrmoony-blog1]

➵

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

[fervidus-marlene-blog]

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Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.