#slytherin dorm

[moonpascal]

IN THE SHADOW OF MEMORY VISUALS <3

chapter 1: hospital wing (love that there was a chair)

Chapter 3: forbidden forest flashback

Chapter 3: theos dorm & trunk of jumpers/clothes

Chapter 4: astronomy tower & spot/railing they were sitting by

[zazzander]

Sketch of Regulus' dorm (as per my fan fic)

I wanted the dorms to have cave vibes & feel really cosy, so instead of 4 poster beds they have box beds.

[fiasco95]

[Pandora staring at a shirtless Regulus smoking and reading a book by the window alcove.]

Pandora:

Pandora: Okay. Those who agree Regulus is hot, say aye. Aye.

Barty: Aye.

Dorcas: Aye.

Evan: Aye.

Marlene: Aye.

James: Aye.

Pandora: …

Pandora: MARLENE???

Pandora: JAMES POTTER?!?!

Marlene: hey I may be a lesbian but I’m not blind.

James: I’m blind but that has nothing to do with anything, he’s just hot.

Pandora:

Pandora: That’s not what I had a problem with but okay.

[norry-yippee]

Morning in the Slytherin dorms

Pandora- You guys how are we feeling?

Barty- I feel good.

Pandora- Oh my gosh, positive energy, I love that. Regulus? Regulus!

Regulus- no.

Pandora- Okay, I love you too!

[florsial]

Jegulus' first date wasn't even intentional. They had been in a weird flirting stage for a couple of months in the beginning. But it became official when James saw Regulus in Hogsmeade by himself right before it started pouring. The two of them ran into the nearest building to wait out the pouring rain. The building turns out to have been Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop so they spent their time there waiting.

At the end, James was like, "Should I consider this our first date as boyfriends?"

And Regulus was like, "...You know, sure."

That's how their first date went.

[charbroiledchicken]

Regulus: Wow, I feel happy and I’m having so much fun! Regulus: Regulus: Something’s wrong here.

[seekmemystar]

Barty got hard when Evan put a hand on his hand for the first time ever

[cruxxio]

"That's the 5th jersey you stole..." "Well what's yours is mine now." 😈

[embeccy]

Who else is a Ravenclaw? 💙🖊️🐦👑

[hazybrained]

rosekiller would fuck HEAVY with this song

[quotidian-oblivion]

All the knights of Camelot are Gryffindor.

[rayssion]

Barty: what happened exactly?

Regulus: he called me baby so I panicked and ran away.

Barty: he called you baby?

Regulus: yes.

Barty: and you chickened out?

Regulus: in my defense, it was a one night stand, who calls their hook up baby? I had to flee!

Barty: did it never cross your mind that maybe Potter wanted more than one night stand?

Regulus: if so, he can still come ask me out tomorrow like a regular person not just shoving me to his car while drunk and threatening me not to scream with rubber ducks.

Barty: wait back up a little, he did WHAT??

[wishchthumblr]

so i like to imagine its kind of like an unspoken tradition at hogwarts to carve or write your name/initials in your bed before you graduate so later students can get a little mystery trying to figure out who slept in their dorm before them

so what if in aus where Harry is sorted into slytherin, instead of JP being scratched into the post of his gryffindor dorm bed, in a slightly hidden part of the frame in his slytherin dorm bed it says R.A.B in nearly carved letters

and what if (especially if this is an au where slytherin harry is an evil little shit (as a treat)) he eventually finds another older carving on his bed that says T.M.R

[hxlda-hxlda]

excerpt from my fic that i’m slightly too proud of !!!!!

“Evan, shut the fuck up, for Merlin’s sake it’s still so fucking early.” 

He did not open his eyes to see Evan Rosier’s overly bright morning face (that he’d always hated, the fucking morning person), however. No, Sirius came face to face with none other than Frank Longbottom. Frank was sitting on the bed across from the one Sirius had just pushed himself from, the maroon curtains and red bed sheets on which he sat were still crumpled. 

This was not Sirius’ dorm. Sirius’ dorm was not obnoxiously red, nor did it have Frank Longbottom in it. 

“Good morning,” Frank said evenly, a curl of amusement to his lips. 

“I–” 

Sirius had exactly zero thoughts. None. Zilch. Nada. Aucun, if you want to be petty or like his mother (the same thing, really) and throw French synonyms in the mix. Dim, if Remus was awake enough to say it in Welsh. 

“Sleep well?” Frank asked, picking up what appeared to be his pyjamas and folding them on his crossed legs. 

“Uh.”

He set the folded clothes back down. “You alright there, mate?” 

No. That was the simple answer, but that was probably (definitely) already clear on Sirius’ frozen face. 

“Good morning,” was how Sirius chose to respond instead, like that was any better (it wasn’t). It was an awful choice, really. He should have just said ‘no’, or thrown himself off the balcony. 

“Good morning,” Frank repeated for the second time, breaking into a full fucking grin. “Any reason you were taking a kip in Rem’s bed? Instead of, I don’t know, your own room down on the opposite end of the castle?” 

“I got lost.” 

Sirius could still make the balcony, he thought. There was almost a direct route, in fact, between the beds. Maybe this was Merlin doing him a solid; there’s your pathway you pathetic little prick. 

“I’ll say, you’re pretty lost.”

If Sirius had a response to that, which he did not, it would not have mattered. Because it was then that the sound of running water shut off. In all his confused glory, his current state of ‘whattheactualfuckisgoingonpleasefortheloveofSalazaarletthisbeanightmare’, Sirius had not registered the sound of the shower running. Until, of course, its absence. 

There were two people who could emerge from that bathroom. You can guess which of the two Sirius was hoping for. 

Frank watched Sirius watch the door to the bathroom with the same amusement he’d maintained the length of their conversation, if you could call their exchange a conversation. Frank probably knew who was going to emerge. If his face was anything to go by, Sirius should have started running for the balcony then. 

He did not. 

So when James Potter emerged, dark hair still wet and towel slung haphazardly around his waist, Sirius regretted his hesitation in that act of suicide very, very deeply. 

 “Oi, Frank, we gotta get Rem up. You know how he is without break– what the fuck?” 

The smile on the boy’s lips died as he turned toward Remus’ bed and consequently found Sirius Black, his proclaimed mortal enemy (quote: second year) standing beside it. 

“Black?!” 

“Potter,” Sirius responded primly, as though he had any hope of maintaining any semblance of dignity in this scenario. As though his hair was not ratty and dishevelled without his usual pre-bed curl routine (not that his and Remus’ acts last night had helped the state of his hair). As though he was not shirtless and did not have clear hickeys evident along his bare torso and neck. As though Sirius was not standing in the middle of James’ bedroom, the Gryffindor fucking dorm. 

James stared at Sirius with wide eyes, taking in the aforementioned sight of Sirius (see: hair, shirtless, hickeys, etc.).

When that clearly did not explain enough, he whirled his head toward Frank, whose gaze was flicking between the two of them, amused as all fuck. Longbottom was zero help, mind you, only shrugging as if to say ‘I have no idea but isn’t this great?’. Sirius was inclined to disagree with that implication. Not great. Super not great. 

“What the fuck?” Potter eventually repeated. He spun again, risking whiplash, to stare at Sirius. “What the fuck? What the fuck?!” 

It was the last one in that trilogy of ‘what the fuck’s, pitched into a shout, that woke Remus. The boy, ever the heavy sleeper, groaned.

Sirius stilled. James stilled. Frank leant forward eagerly.

There was a mumbled; “Christ, James, any louder and you’ll wake the entire fucking castle.” The sound of shifting bedsheets behind Sirius indicated he was rolling over. And then: 

“Oh shite.” 

“Morning Rem,” Frank practically sing-songed in a joyous tone.

“Frank,” Remus said from behind Sirius by way of greeting. His voice was heavy with sleep and confusion. Sirius could almost see his eyes, blinking rapidly, as they did in the early morning. “James, Sirius.” 

So it was real. That sealed it. Sirius really was standing before James Potter and Frank Longbottom after having emerged from Remus Lupin’s bed. It was not some fucked up hallucination. Lovely.

If you’d have described this situation right now to Sirius from exactly a year ago, the fifth year would have slapped you harder than Dorcas could manage.

“Remus, what the fuck is going on?” 

That was James. 

“Which part, James?” 

That was Remus. 

“The part where Sirius Black was sleeping, and definitely also doing other things in your bed?” 

That was Frank. 

“He got… lost.” Well, at least you could call them fucking consistent. So much for being a good liar, the cunt. 

Frank burst out laughing. Sirius felt his face crumple into a grimace. Would Remus kill him if he tried suicide out the balcony now? Probably. He’d find a way. That, or he’d follow him off the edge. Could be romantic, like Romeo and Juliet, if Sirius was recalling the play correctly. 

James uttered another, “What the fuck?” (if you’re counting, that was the sixth one of the last two minutes).

[valoflunar]

Marlene,Barty and James aka the impulse buying trio

[shakespearean-simp]

mattheo after playing "indoor quidditch" (it's raining) and breaking something then blaming it on theo

something includes: a lamp, vases, a shelf, a couch cushion, a blanket, pillows, and burning a hole into the carpet

r: who just broke the lamp? ...mattheo...

m: it wasn't me! it was theo! [points and glares accusingly + said perpetrator runs to his dorm]

r: ...nott...! [follows upstairs]

t: [little girl shriek followed by a distinct sound of slamming and thuds]