#the summer manor

[lulublack90]

Prompt 8 - Patronus

@wolfstarmicrofic September 8, word count 730

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“Sirius!” His father repeated. His book was left discarded on the floor as he leapt from his seat and wrapped his arms around his shocked son. Sirius bristled for a second before he relaxed a bit. Orion’s wand was on the side table and Sirius’s was in his hand. 

“Erm, hi,” Sirius squirmed uncomfortably. This was not going the way he’d thought it would. 

“Come, sit, sit!” Orion let him go and waved him towards the only other chair in the room. “Rorbey!” He bellowed, and the little elf appeared at once. 

“Yes, Master Orion,” He squeaked, bowing low. “Bring tea and cake, Sirius is home!” The broad smile on Orion’s face unnerved Sirius. He’d expected a fight of some sort or at least terse words, but Orion seemed over the moon to see him. Sirius had to school his face into neutrality when his thoughts almost made him snort. Rorbey popped back into the room, laden with a heavy tray. He quickly levitated it onto a table and then disappeared again. Orion made a show of pouring the tea just how Sirius liked it and handed the delicate china teacup and saucer over to Sirius. Sirius took it and awkwardly held it while Orion fixed his own. 

“I got your note,” Orion said more calmly, sipping from his cup. “Is Regulus? Is he really alive?” Orion swallowed his eyes raw with emotion. 

“Yes, he’s safe, he’s with me, hidden,” Sirius didn’t want to give anything away. Orion's teacup rattled on the saucer as his hands shook. He put it down and then wiped his eyes with a napkin. 

“I thought both of you were lost,” He admitted quietly. “There were rumours that you had disappeared along with your friend, I forget his name and so soon after Regulus’s death. Your Mother didn’t believe you were dead for a second but, but I wasn’t so sure. There was nothing, not even a whisper of you, and then I heard your scoff in Grimmauld and I knew for sure you were alive.” His eyes were waterier than usual and Sirius had to think carefully before he spoke. 

“I heard what you said about me and what she said. You didn’t seem to think I was dead then,” He narrowed his eyes. The stories didn’t add up. Orion sighed. 

“I had been to Gringotts earlier that day and the Goblins checked the inheritance line while I was there and your name was still showing as the heir. If you’d been dead, it wouldn’t have shown up.”

“I thought Reggie was the heir,” Sirius screwed up his face. The story was getting stranger and stranger. Orion shifted in his chair. 

“Ah, well, yes, I never did get around to doing what your mother asked me to do in regard to the line of succession.” He shrugged. Sirius’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. 

“Wait, what?! I’m still the heir?!” All these years, oh, Walburga was going to go spare. 

A sliver-blue wolf hurtled into the room, skidding to a stop in front of Sirius. It was Remus’s patronus. 

“Padfoot, she’s coming! You need to get out now!” Remus’s voice sounded from the wolf’s open mouth. 

“Quickly, have any of the death eaters got a new spring in their step since the incident at Lestrange Castle?” Sirius questioned his father urgently. Orion’s brow furrowed. “Please,” Sirius begged. “It’s vital. Please,” Orion nodded. His brow furrowed further as he thought. 

“The Crouch kid. The one that was friends with Regulus. Lucius’s nose is out of joint over it as he’s only young and apparently hasn’t earned the right to be as close to the Dark Lord as he is,” Orion was on his feet again and hugged Sirius close. “Call Rorbey if you need to contact me. He’s a good elf and won’t tell your mother,” Orion told him. “Be safe, I love you, tell Regulus the same,” Orion squeezed Sirius one more time. “Rorbey!” He called, and the elf came running. “Take Sirius wherever he wants immediately.”

“Orion!” Walburga called from down the hall. Sirius flinched at his mother's voice. 

“Go,” Orion urged him. Sirius was suddenly overcome with emotion and pulled his father back in for a hug. 

“I love you too,” He held out a hand and Rorbey whisked them away just as the handle on the Trophy Room door turned. 

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[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Haddon Hall near Bakewell, Derbyshire, UK. It is the former seat of the Dukes of Rutland.

cr: Hans uit Heudsen

[autumncottageattic]

wordyelaine

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #145

Danny had a strong dislike for most of his parents inventions. Most of them would make him uncomfortable if they didn’t hurt him and his parents very much liked to hurt ghosts. Danny of course jumps at the opportunity to spend the summer at his cousin Damian’s house. Maddie didn’t tell him or Jazz a lot about her childhood but she did apparently have one more sister than Alicia and this sister was Damian’s mom. Jazz of course tags along she was going to keep her brother safe and also find and reprimand Batman if she can find him.

[steelbluehome]

Sebastian's Instagram posts featuring pictures of himself when he was younger.

[dolcesostenuto]

Great Chalfield Manor and Garden | by __beanandbear__

[aisling-saoirse]

Row of oaks at sunset, Geneseo, New York - July 19th 2024

[feelingtheaster99]

Fabian has to roll to FIND HIS OWN FRIDGE IN HIS CHILDHOOD HOME?

[oversoonjpg]

IT IS LITERALLY SUMMER!!!

[pinkshiftbites]

for all the hot bitches: pinkshift on tour starts this weekend!

Headliners:

8/10 - VIRGINIA BEACH, VA - SCANDALS LIVE (WITH @destructodisk and @springsilverino)

8/11 - WILMINGTON, NC - EAGLES DARE with babe haven

8/12 - COLUMBIA, SC - NEW BROOKLAND TAVERN with babe haven

with gaslight anthem + @joycemanorofficial :

AUG 13 ATLANTA, GA I| THE EASTERN

AUG 14 NASHVILLE, TN I| MARATHON MUSIC

AUG 16 ASBURY PARK, NJ (SOLD OUT)

AUG 17 PROVIDENCE, RI |I THE STRAND

AUG 18 BOSTON || MGM MUSIC HALL AT FENWAY

AUG 20 WASHINGTON, DC I| THE ANTHEM

AUG 21 NEW YORK, NY || CENTRAL PARK

AUG 23 PHILADELPHIA, PA II THE FILLMORE

AUG 24 MCKEES ROCKS, PA || ROXIAN THEATRE

AUG 25 TORONTO, ON I| HISTORY

AUG 27 CINCINNATI, OH || ANDREW J BRADY

AUG 29 CHICAGO, IL II SALT SHED

AUG 30 MINNEAPOLIS, MN || THE FILLMORE

AUG 31 MILWAUKEE, WI |I THE RAVE/ EAGLES CLUB

SEP 1 DETROIT, MI |I THE FILLMORE DETROIT

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Trophy Room

@wolfstarmicrofic September 7, word count 489

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Regulus and James had not returned by the time Sirius and Remus had walked around the whole forest adding wards and protection charms and anything else they could think of to protect their pack.

He pulled out his mirror and called into the glass. “James Fleamont Potter, where the hell are you?!” No answer. He tried again. “Put my sodding brother down and answer me!” His reflection disappeared to be replaced by familiar grey eyes. 

“Shut up you irritating gnat!” Regulus hissed at him. “We’re sneaking into Hogwarts so stop screaming down the mirror,” Regulus’s face disappeared to be replaced by his own worried blue eyes. 

“I think they’re trying to find the diadem alone.” He confided in Remus. “They were supposed to wait for us,” Sirius hated not knowing what was going on. There was no plan, no time frame, no contingency plan. If he hadn’t tried to get hold of James, he’d never have known what they were up to. Well, fine, if they were going to leave him out, then he’d go after the cup. 

“Do not do something stupid,” Remus warned. 

“I wasn’t going to,” He huffed, annoyed that Remus could read him like an open book. 

“Yes, you were. Please just wait to see what they bring back,” Remus begged him, but Sirius had already made up his mind. 

“Rorbey!” He called into the trees. It took a few seconds before the elf appeared with a pop. 

“Master Sirius!” He chirped excitedly. 

“Rorbey, do you know where my parents are?” He asked, bending down so he was at eye level with the elf. He noticed the bandage wrapped around the top of his arm. “What happened?” He asked, concerned.  

“They are at the summer Manor, Master Sirius sir,” The elf tried to cover the bandage with his hand, but Sirius already knew what had happened—his mother. 

“Rorbey, I need to speak with my Father in private. Could you tell me when he’s alone in the house?” The little elf bobbed his head in a nod. 

“He’s alone right now sir. Mistress has gone to meet with Lady Malfoy. She will be gone all day, she says.” A grin crept across Sirius's face. 

“Take me to my father,” He said, ignoring Remus’s protestations. Rorbey did as he was told and apparated Sirius into the vast country manor. 

“He’s in his trophy room,” The elf said before disappearing into the shadows. Sirius walked boldly down the corridor to the room Rorbey specified. 

Orion Black’s trophy room held only first editions of his favourite books. They were his prized possessions, and he displayed them as such. His trophies. Sirius pushed the door open and leaned against the door jamb. 

“Hello, Father,” He grinned, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Orion jumped, dropping the book he was levitating in front of him. 

“Sirius!” He gasped. Sirius walked into the room and shut the door behind him. 

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[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Haddon Hall, Derbyshire, UK

cr: happiness_behind_the_lens

[autumncottageattic]

wordyelaine

Barrington Court

[dark-country-house]

rainy summer mood

[femalehieronymusbosch]

[avasefullofnations]

When I first watched Bly in 2020, I had to pause the show and take a break for a few hours because I was so angry when Owen called his mother an anchor. At that time I was my grandmother's on again off again caregiver who was expected to drop everything any time she needed me or my parents needed me as she had dementia and needed extra support. When watching the show I remember thinking 'how could anyone ever call someone with dementia that they care about their anchor? That's so demeaning to the person and it minimizes their humanity by reducing them to a thing weighing their caregiver down'.

My circumstances have changed now though. My grandmother passed away in January of last year and the last memorial service was held last summer.

I thought about Owen and his thoughts post funeral today and I realized that this has been the first year since I turned 18 that I didn't have to put my life on hold at any moment any time I needed to be a caregiver. I can actually build a life for myself. It was in that moment that I finally got Owen's monologue -- Owen cares about his mother but the act of caregiving is a draining sacrifice that will weigh down a person no matter how much love there is towards the person being cared for.

Bly Manor is such a special series because it talks about how draining caregiving is and shaping your life around another person, but, in the same breath, says do it anyways.