Sirius Black Was Meant To Inherit The Fortunes Of Both His Grandparents, One Through Alphard And One

marlene mckinnon is the type of girl when anyone compliments her, she just agrees with them.

sirius finds that in itself insanely sexy.

how i think sirius understood he had feelings for marlene- i'm so canon u can't prove me wrong.

sirius was glad that the only person in the room was james. it was easier for him to let go of the breath he was holding in and slack his shoulders.

james, of course, knew right away that something was wrong.

"what's gotten into you? why are you wet?"

he was indeed soaking wet from the rain.

james was sat near the window, he was looking outside while playing with the stupid snitch of his.

"the rain got to me," sirius responded, closing their distance and throwing himself into the chair nearest to james. he let out a well held grown. "what are you doing?"

"i was waiting for you, mate? you're late. we made plans-" "oh, shit-"

"yeah, no shit you forgot-" james rolled his eyes. "i told remus and peter to go on. tell me what's up. there is no way you would forget a day out."

"i-" sirius looked around the room, "i fucked up."

"when don't you?" james snorted.

sirius kicked his chair, "prongs, man."

james snorted, after he regained his chair's balance, "so?"

"i was with mckinnon," sirius leaned on his knees, "i was helping her train. you really did a number on her the previous match."

"she knows me, i get heated up when shit gets fucked," james shrugged.

"i know. she said the same thing," sirius laughed, "and as mckinnon-"

"she wanted to prove me wrong?"

"yeah," sirius nodded, "so, i helped. it started to rain, she wanted to keep going. i had completely lost track of time- my bad, again, let me finish- and she reached a record- she got happy- smiling, laughing, she jumped on me before we could even land properly- and- and fuck- i don't know- i bloody tried to kiss her!"

"you what?!" james jumped from the chair.

"i did," sirius pinched his nose, "i just- she jumped, i caught her, and we were close and i just leaned in, and- and she leaned in- i think-"

"you think?! how does one think that?! weren't you there?!"

"i don't know! it felt like i wasn't- and-!"

"the last time i have seen you this worked up was when you lost your motorcycle magazine, mate-!"

"shut up-!"

"well, what happened?!"

"nothing! we just got up immediately as soon as i drew back and we said very awkward goodbyes-"

"the last time i saw you being awkward-"

"james, shut up!" sirius groaned "- and it hit me, james... when i was coming here- i think i like her. a lot."

stop faking orgasms and start yelling boooooo!!!! and throwing tomatoes from your inventory

Ok, so I lied. Yup. Couldn't wait a whole week 'cause I'm unable to fully concentrate on writing the next chapters if I'm constantly picking and editing the previous one when I know, in my heart, they're ready.

The first two chapters are really short and are a bit like a teaser anyway. You can read them both here.

Y para las lectoras hispano hablantes, estaré publicando la versión en español más tarde durante el día. Intentaré actualizarla al mismo tiempo, pero es posible que en el futuro me desfase por todo el tema de posibles bromas o apodos que tenga que reajustar para coincidir con la versión en inglés.

And that's all I have to say for now, other than I hope I manage to capture your attention ;)

Eventually, Peter just got... so... sick ... and ... tired... ...of Sirius coming over to show him every single new modification to the motorbike.

Do you have any headcanons about Wizarding cultural norms and stereotypes?

I love how your brain works ❤️❤️

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️ My brain is mostly fuelled by tea and spite, but it does try. So I love thinking about cultural quirks and here are some of my hcs:

1. Table manners look very different in old wizarding families.

Especially the ones who look down on Muggle etiquette. In some of the oldest families, you eat off a trencher and don’t necessarily use a fork. And there’s a cloth slung over your left shoulder, like in Elizabethan or Tudor times (I still have a bit of Wolf Hall brain rot), that you use to wipe your hands.

2. Birth charts are taken extremely seriously.

Almost every magical child has a birth chart drawn up the day they’re born. St. Mungo’s has an entire department that does this, because it’s considered that important. People absolutely reference their charts in daily life.

3. Wand funeral rites are non-negotiable.

Wands are either buried with the person or ritualistically burnt when someone passes. It’s seen as really bad luck to keep or use a dead person’s wand. A wand goes with its person. Keeping it is taboo and viewed with deep suspicion.

4. The concept of pure-blood varies by culture.

The British definition is very specific, but it’s not universal. Other magical cultures define purity differently. In some places, it’s about the continuity of magical teaching. In others, it doesn’t exist at all as a social category.

5. Family sashes are worn at weddings and then exchanged.

Each member of the wedding party wears their family colours. After the vows, the sashes are exchanged as a gesture of unity and joining. It matters deeply in old magical families and is considered one of the most symbolic parts of the ceremony.

6. Weddings are not white.

In most old magical families, white is considered a colour for mourning. Wedding garments are typically gold, deep red, forest green, or midnight blue. Gold is especially traditional in Mediterranean magical families.

7. Pregnancy is considered a prophetically potent time.

Pregnant witches are often believed to be more magically attuned. It’s common to visit a dream seer during the second trimester — someone trained to interpret the dreams of the expectant mother.

8. First movement is marked with a fire spell.

When the unborn child first kicks or moves, it’s tradition to light a fire with a spell cast by the pregnant witch herself. Then that fire is kept burning until the child is born.

9. You never point your wand at the sky unless you’re making an oath.

It’s an old tradition, possibly Celtic in origin, that raising your wand skyward invokes the elements as witness. Children are warned against it as strongly as they’re warned against Unforgivables. To the sky means a vow, and it is expected to be honoured.

10. Certain flowers are magically significant and avoided indoors.

Lilies are considered death flowers. They are used in soul-anchoring rites during funerals. Forget-me-nots are essential in memory magic and shouldn’t be handled while drinking or before exams. Poppies, used to dull magical pain, are never left near a wand overnight. It’s said they dull a wand’s magical firepower.

11. You don’t write a person’s name in red ink.

Across most wizarding cultures, this is considered deeply disrespectful. Red ink is used in blood pacts, contract severances, and formal magical excommunication. Writing someone’s name in red is a symbolic disowning. Teachers correct essays in green or purple.

12. Family portraits are part of the household warding.

Hanging a portrait of a deceased relative strengthens the home’s protective magic. In older families, these portraits are passed down. Some serve as sentries. Some offer advice or judgemental comments about you.

Narcissa stands out as one of the most attractive women to me. I love her quiet strength so much. Sharp and refined features, I don't care if she's the blonde and icy blue eyes cliche, it's her aristocrat beauty. She has a calm, steady gaze, one that would never beg for attention but commands it all the same. Also I love how she holds herself, she is elegant without trying to be, her posture is straight, her movements smooth, even under pressure she doesn't fall apart. She chooses her actions with precision, especially in moments that matter most, and her decision to protect her son at all costs gives her a kind of strength that adds to her appeal. It shows she is more than looks. I might be just mindlessly saying, but Narcissa's entire beauty and actions lies in her restraint. She doesn't seek the spotlight but she leaves an impression. She's cold and composed, sometimes ignored, cast aside, but internally she's raw fire, her loyalty, her love towards what truly matters and her choices. She's one of the most compelling women in the story

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think about remus mourning peter alone for thirteen years

Do you think Remus had a second of happiness and relief when he saw Peter alive on the map just before the pieces started falling into place? That he thought "oh thank god, he's alive, my friend is alive" but then he understood that if Peter was alive, something awful had to have happened? That a great and terrible mistake must have been made? And do you think that while his heart was breaking with understanding and hatred, another part of him kept him going, thinking that after all, Sirius had always been the Sirius he knew?

Lucissa movie poster :)

@sonics-atelier