I think derry girls is such an experience for people because it's one of those rare shows that actually emphasise on girl friendships. So many shows and movies only bring up male friendships as a means of coming to age stories and make it seem as if female friendships are either toxic or overtly sexualised. Derry girls doesn't do that. The girls as characters themselves dont portray them as an archetype of being either mean, sluty, ephemeral, or unnatailable; they portray them as actual humans, with flaws, brain farts and show how at the end of the day, no matter what, they will always be there for eachother. This in concept seems so simple, but in execution, so many shows fail. Female relationships are so complex yet so basic.
I know that no one would truley forget Fred's face because of George, but i really feel like theyd start losing touch with the concept of Fred. His interests, his laugh, his self, and that eventually he would just be remembered as a martry version of George
ALSO, A SHORT STORY BECAUSE JAMES POTTER IS A SIMP:
Lily Evans had developed a system.
Step one: refuse to engage.
Step two: if forced to engage, either because Potter and his idiot friends were tormenting poor Severus again, or because some professor with absolutely no sense of judgment decided she and Potter should work together, then speak as little as possible and glare at James Potter until he stopped grinning like an idiot.
(This did not work. He always looked like an idiot. Possibly even more so when she looked directly at him. Which suggested it might be better not to look at him at all.)
Step three: close all pockets. Charm her bag shut. Place sticking charms on the inside of her robe pockets so that nothing could slip inside.
It never worked.
Because somehow, the notes always ended up with her anyway.
Tucked between the pages of her Transfiguration textbook.
Inside the pocket of her robes.
Once, unbelievably, folded neatly inside the cap of her ink bottle.
Whatever spell or prank enchantment James Potter had come up with infuriated her beyond reason.
Because Lily was brilliant at Charms.
And if Potter had put even one percent of the effort he spent inventing ludicrous magical methods of annoying her into actual academic work, he would have been an actual academic threat.
“Potter!”
She snapped one afternoon after class, because a note was currently hovering around her head like a particularly persistent insect.
It zipped in circles like a little enchanted fly.
She swatted at it.
It dodged.
She swatted again.
It looped smugly around her ear.
Students in the corridor slowed down to watch.
Lily Evans, Head Girl material, academic terror of half the year, currently engaged in mortal combat with a piece of parchment.
Her red hair flashed like a struck match as she spun.
The note dipped.
Then shot straight up.
She jumped to grab it.
Missed.
From across the corridor: laughter.
Lily whirled and stalked across the corridor toward the four boys leaning against the wall like they owned the castle.
Potter straightened the moment he saw her.
His whole face brightened.
Messy dark hair.
Quidditch shoulders.
That infuriating expression like the world had once again handed him something delightful.
“Evans—”
“If you don't remove this right this instant,” she snapped, pointing furiously at the circling note, “I swear I will hex you into next week, Potter!”
The parchment continued orbiting her head like a tiny enchanted moon.
James glanced at it.
Then back at her.
And shrugged.
Entirely unapologetic.
Infuriatingly pleased with himself.
“Bit of a problem, that,” he said mildly. “Forgot the counterspell.”
Her eyes narrowed into lethal green slits.
“You forgot?”
“Might have,” he said thoughtfully.
Black immediately turned away and coughed violently into his sleeve.
Potter continued, perfectly serious.
“Think you’ll have to catch it and look inside, love.”
Her blood bubbled to a roiling boil.
Lily knew he had not forgotten the counterspell.
She knew it with absolute certainty.
But before she could throttle him in the middle of the corridor, with students already filtering toward the next class, she spun on her heel and stalked away.
The note followed her down the hall like a loyal pet bird.
Lily opened it anyway.
She shouldn't have.
But she did.
Inside, in James Potter’s messy, energetic handwriting:
my heart always does this little flip when i see you :)
Lily crumpled it instantly.
Shoved it into her robe pocket.
Forgot about it.
The next day there was another.
And another.
She tried burning one.
It reappeared in her book bag.
She threw one into the lake.
It floated serenely for five seconds, then hopped neatly back onto the dock beside her like an obedient frog.
It was ridiculous.
It was infuriating.
Finally one evening in the common room, she snapped.
A note had just zipped into her Potions book.
She didn’t even read it. Didn’t look at it.
Her patience, long cultivated, carefully disciplined, was gone. She flipped the parchment over and wrote in sharp, furious ink:
I HATE YOU
Then she flicked her wand. The parchment shot across the room like a tiny missile.
James caught it midair.
Of course he did.
His hand snapped up with the effortless precision of a Seeker spotting the Snitch, fingers closing around the flying note.
He flipped it open. Looked down. Saw the words.
And James Potter lit up.
His eyes went wide behind his glasses.
His mouth fell open for half a second in stunned delight, and then he actually giggled.
A small, startled, disbelieving sound.
“Blimey,” Sirius said.
Remus leaned over James’s shoulder.
“What?”
James silently handed him the parchment.
Remus read it.
His eyebrows climbed up. “You know, she literally just told you she hates you, right?”
James stared at the note like it was the Quidditch Cup itself. Like he had just been handed the Snitch in the final seconds of a match.
“Yeah,” he said reverently.
Across the room Lily slammed her book shut with a crack that echoed across the common room.
“STOP LOOKING SO PLEASED WITH YOURSELF, POTTER!”
“I’m not!” he called immediately.
He absolutely was.
Completely.
Unrepentantly.
Radiantly.
“You ARE!”
“I’m deeply wounded actually!”
“You’re grinning!”
“That’s my wounded face!”
Sirius collapsed sideways against the sofa, laughing so hard he nearly fell off. Remus pinched the bridge of his nose.
James slipped the note into his pocket like it was fragile.
A week later Lily noticed something strange.
James Potter was wearing a necklace.
It wasn’t just that he was wearing jewelry, though that alone was odd enough. It was that it looked so absurdly out of place on him. The small gold chain with the heart-shaped locket resting against his throat looked very strange. She told herself that was the reason it kept catching her eye.
Lily caved during Potions.
Mostly because she was sitting at the front of the classroom with Remus while James and Sirius were banished to the back like dangerous experimental materials.
Professor Slughorn had clearly learned from experience.
She frowned.
Then leaned slightly toward Remus, who sat beside her quietly chopping lacewing flies with the patience of a saint.
Of all four boys, he was the only one who behaved like a human being. Quietly she murmured, without looking up:
“Why is he wearing that ridiculous thing?”
Remus glanced up from his cutting board.
“What thing?”
Lily bit her cheek. “The necklace.”
“Oh,” he said.
She pretended to concentrate on their potion. She did not say what she was actually thinking.
Which was:
Did some girl give it to him?
And, more annoyingly:
Why do I care?
She absolutely did not want Remus to notice that she cared. And she very much did not want James Potter to hear that she had asked.
Remus made a small, suspiciously amused noise.
Lily narrowed her eyes slightly.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Lupin.”
He sighed softly.
“Evans,” he said gently, “if I tell you, you’ll be angry.”
I also love atyd, but there's smt about tcotptp that just draws me in.
It just seems so much more raw and real, maybe it's cus of the lack of magic and the boarding school au, but i feel like it's just so much more relatable and has such well written scenes that js aren't spoken about enough.
Also the way regulus is portrayed is js so good atyd regulus was always portrayed as this faraway, ephemeral character, here hes js a lovable loser
I talk about my current and past hyperfixations in explicit detail for hours on end using videos, source material and a well made power point presentation while you sit there and give me gummy worms
When im having fun but its not the 'marauders and the valkyries in tcotptp playing 'ello govne', getting absolutely plastered on their last day of school having the time of their life, making memories that they'll never forget while remus and sirius share a hasty kiss that will change their relationship for the better', so it genuinly doesn't even matter
I dont get it when people think that siruis would prance around hogwarts in a skirt or that he would come down to the great hall in drag. I think people disassociate from the fact that they were living in the 70s. If it was set in modern times, sure that could happen (although I think sirius would prefer trad goth makeup over drag), but its not. Back then you would be called a poof for expressing anything even slightly feminine or different 😭. He has balls but idt doing smt like that would even cross his mind
