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Remus hitting his head under the table, for the third time

James: [points] are you sure about him?

Sirius:

Sirius: [points]

Regulus trying to set his homework on fire

James:

James: touché

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Sirius: I think Mum mixed up our lunches.

Sirius: *holds up note saying “I love you so much”*

Regulus: Oh. That explains this, then.

Regulus: *holds up note saying “Be good. Please, for the love of God, be good”*

Sirius: Regulus Black you have some explaining to do!

Regulus: Look, I wasn’t intending on kissing James he just gave me that stupidly endearing smile and one thing led to another.

Sirius:

Sirius: I was going to ask if you ate the last chocolate frog…

Regulus:

Regulus: Oh yeah, I did that too.

(Before Dorlene gets together and before Wolfstar has told anyone about their relationship)

Sirius (pointing at Marlene’s feet): Aww, you and Dorcas have matching socks, how cute!

Marlene: And you’re wearing Remus’s sweater. Do you really want to do this?

Sirius (shrinking away): No. I’m sorry Marlene.

Marlene: Hmph. That’s what I thought.

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regulus, who doesn’t like to admit it, but loves pomegranate. it’s his favourite fruit, and he would die for it.

james, who has been following regulus’ name on the map for a few nights now, tracing the footsteps with his finger as he watches the younger boy.

regulus, who makes his way to the astronomy tower, same time tonight as always.

james, who decides to follow.

regulus, who doesn't notice james under his cloak, and instead pulls a pomegranate and a small bowl out from underneath his cloak.

james, who watches regulus carefully and painstakingly spend quarter of an hour pulling out all the seeds and putting them in a bowl, before eating them.

regulus and james, who (unbeknownst to regulus) follow the same routine for the next few nights.

regulus, who goes as usual to the tower, only to be met by a bowl of fresh pomegranate seeds, and looks around, but can’t see anyone.

james, who stays hidden under the cloak, hands stained red, as he watches regulus smile gently and sit down next to the bowl.

regulus, who begins to eat, and can’t help but notice the faint smell of james’ shampoo.

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The most ethereal experience is listening to music after having a meltdown - but in particular taking them off, and the freeing silence afterwards. You’re having a breakdown about something, mind racing, sobbing, on the verge of a panic attack, running around the house like a madwoman, head pounding so hard you can’t even think; just that state of absolute chaos and despair and horrible exhilaration. And then you find your headphones. And you sit down. And you put them on, prepare yourself, and begin to play that song. You know the one. The one you always reach for after moments like these. The one that makes you feel like you’re levitating out of your seat, the one that makes you forget you’re confined to mortal restraints. The one that feels like sinking into a hug after eons of isolation. And when that first note hits, you know it all too well, and you can feel your heart sighing in release, hear the calming hum of “you’ll be okay.” You sit there, eyes closed, outside your body, for the few minutes that the song plays. And when it’s over, you open your eyes slowly, and considerately, and the tears have stopped, and the only noise is the buzzing aftertaste of the experience. You take off the headphones. Hesitantly. Slowly. And for the first time in weeks, you can breathe. For the first time in weeks, your mind is at rest.

Sirius: James’ eyes are brown, right?

Regulus: No. They’re hazel with flecks of brown and gold when the light hits them just right.

Sirius: And when was the last time he smiled?

Regulus: Yesterday morning at 11:30 a.m. when he laughed at something Remus said.

Sirius: What about his favorite animal?

Regulus: Red pandas, because they’re really cute and soft even though them being endangered makes him sad.

Sirius: Uh-huh. And when’s my birthday?

Regulus:

Sirius: When’s my birthday, Regulus.