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11/05/2024 Palestine Sunbird

@wolfstarmicrofic - November 2: Room of requirement- words: 478

Professor Lupin found himself wandering aimlessly through Hogwarts' corridors that night, accompanied by nothing but his thoughts.

The wizard world had always been more open than the muggle world. Being a witch or wizard was undeniably a little odd to everyone who wasn't. He supposed experiencing being the odd one out first-hand left people more accepting of other peculiarities as well.

Living as gay was not pain-free, but far easier than it would have been in the muggle society. No one looked funny at him when he walked with a crutch in Diagon Alley. Even werewolf restrictions had eased a bit during his lifetime.

That was all about to change. The new Minister of Magic was against all that.

He had felt the change coming of course. Byt today's election had spelt it out so much clearer than before. How he wasn't wanted.

Werewolf percecution would likely be the beginning. But other things were sure to follow. Maybe he should take down the pride flag from his office? It might be banned soon, anyway.

Anxiety drove up the speed of his steps. He rounded a familiar courner and stopped in front of an unfamiliar door. It took him a moment to realise he was in the seventh floor left corridor. This must be the room of requirement. Probably ready for him with a soft armchair and a hot cup of tea.

He couldn't help but smile fondly at the castle wanting to comfort him even if he didn't feel like being comforted right now. He felt restless. Like he needed to do something. But what could he do, when all felt hopeless?

He opened the door and saw no armchair nor any tea. It was an exhibition of some sort. Intriagued he stepped closer and examined the moving photos on the walls.

There were a few celebrities, but most of them were people close to him. His mother. Madam Pomfrey. Professor McGonagall. Sirius the summer he left home to stay with James. James the day they joined the order. Lily holding baby Harry.

It was all people who had inspired him.

He smiled and watch them cheer him on with tears welling up his eyes.

The cup of tea he had imagined appeared when he needed it, at a desk of some sort. There were stacks of rainbow colloured cards and paper folded on the shape of pamphlets. Letters already adressed to various Ministry workers for him to fill in. Outlines of petitions.

The castle had known what he needed, after all. He didn't need to take down his flag. He needed to spread more.

He owed the children he was teaching to show that there were ways to cope even if society were growing harsher. That there were things that could be done. That he was not giving up.

I wanted to write something for my American friends. Please know I respect you either way! Your need to hide and rest and take care of yourself is valid. Your need to fight and stand up for yourself is valid.

nick-nellson

The Sound of Music (1965) dir. Robert Wise

findingmindely

A bird loaf

winterskyfirefly-deactivated202

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

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Moony and Pads puppies

pearlusha

yey yey woah wow

commissions are open!!!

#wolfstar

alexislafreniere

Chris Kreider on what happened on the mouthguard throw with Tkachuk: “I don’t remember that.”

#chris kreider #nyr #matthew tkachuk

muddycrows

Hot chocolate and tricks, moony’s books and coffee shop!

#wolfstar

borderlinereminders

Beating yourself up for your mistakes won’t change the past. It won’t undo the damage done.

The only real thing you can do is learn from your mistakes, grow and move forward.

You can’t change the past but you can learn and make the future better.

my-castles-crumbling

first kiss - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 390

Sirius's first kiss ever was when he was 12.

He'd always thought Marlene McKinnon was cool (she certainly had the best wardrobe in the year) and he decided that, as he was also cool, they'd better date. It made sense.

The kiss was fumbling. They snuck behind the greenhouses, in between class, and Sirius did everything he could to hide his nerves. Both of them had blushed, and Sirius was pretty sure he'd accidentally kissed her nostril at one point, but they'd both ended up laughing and blushing, and even though it wasn't the perfect experience Sirius had been hoping for, he chalked it up as a good, if not awkward, experience overall.

Of course, Marlene later told him that she was attracted to girls, and he couldn't fault her that. He, too, was attracted to girls.

-

Sirius's first kiss with a boy was when he was fifteen.

He was dared to kiss James, and he was not one to back down from a dare. Luckily, neither was James.

So, when their lips touched, Sirius was a little confused by how much he liked kissing James. It wasn't the James of it that he liked. No, he liked the fact that where there was usually curves, there was edges. Where there was usually smoothness, there was stubble. Where there was usually softness, things were a bit...rougher.

And after a short conversation held after the party, both he and James agreed that maybe neither of them were as straight as they'd thought.

-

Sirius's first kiss with Remus was when he was sixteen.

After kissing James, his brain had been fixed on the idea of kissing other boys. What it would be like. Feel like.

But after a while, his mind locked on to one boy: Remus.

And soon, it felt like he'd never not liked Remus. Remus was beautiful and kind and safe and intelligent, and he knew Sirius better than he knew himself. Sirius found himself staring at Remus's lips for hours, wondering how they would feel on his own. Because he had a feeling they were meant to be there.

It took ages. Arguments and mistakes and pining and tears.

But when he finally, finally was able to kiss Remus, he felt the thing he'd expected to feel all those years ago behind the greenhouse: Attraction. Love. Fireworks.