Snuffles' Written Rp Doghouse

18+ semi-selective? Newbie...

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Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

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“I got in plenty of trouble without being discovered,” he replied, but immediately felt the protective wariness flare up when the other mentioned wanting to meet James. Not that he would show how on the defensive he felt, instead he decided to just play it off. After all   Gellert believed in the Hallows and whether or not that cloak was more was enough for him to mistrust his intentions.

“I mean I’m sure both of you can discuss causing mischief, you have that in common, but unless you are interested in hearing the finer points of Quidditch, I doubt you would get that interesting of a conversation. Anyways, I am the better looking one.” Sirius winked and then placed his hand on the other’s hip, hoping to distract him from following the train of thought about the Hallows.

Gellert could tell that Sirius had picked up on his words. He had to be more careful. If he wanted to get a hand on the cloak, then he had to make the boy feel secure and safe. Lulled away, half asleep.

Gellert replied: “Well, well, who would I be to refuse such a dashing specimen?” He allowed Sirius to place a hand on his hip. Leaning forwards he placed a hand on the boy’s midwaist and ran a hand through black hair, smirking. “I am sure you can show me just how excellent you are.”

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The touch tingled and Sirius had to wonder if it was from how handsome and charming the other was or if it was just from the sheer strength of his magic. "I can show you a world different than the one of you've dreamt of that's for sure," he said, allowing himself to melt into his touch, "Maybe not one where you are ruler supreme, but one where you could be happy." Sirius knew he was only able to resist the touches for so long before his naturally affectionate personality craved more. His springy curls bounced as Gellert's hands ran through his hair and he shut his eyes in a moment of vulnerability to savour Gellert's touch.

Gellert was almost his opposite, he knew, after all Sirius always loved muggle things and preferred to mix the wizarding world with the muggle one. Whether it was with the motorcycle he modified or the knife that he had enchanted to pick any lock, Sirius always felt that the best way for the wizarding world to go was to embrace the muggle world and grow with it.

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Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

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Sirius almost hated how much affection affected him and how the other’s hands through his curls brought him a warm delight. One of the most powerful wizards of the century, yet here he was giving in to the soft pets. His head tilted against the other’s hand and he nuzzled it with his cheek softly. “I’ll have you know I am more than just a womanizer, I don’t discriminate between the two,” he confidently said, trying not to get too distracted by the hand in his hair. As addictive as it was, Sirius forced himself to step back.

“I’m not that easy, even if my mum didn’t love me enough,” he joked, though tasting the lips of the great Grindelwald was definitely tempting and he fought to not give in, “I showed you my trick for a treat, now what is your trick?” He was almost afraid to ask, but surely the other wouldn’t immediately resort to hexes, right?

He had reacted, even though he had retreated promptly. Gellert smiled at Sirius. “Oh, I never said you could not find one gender interesting.” He listened to the joke.

“A trick of my own. Good question. How about this?” Sirius’ shadow came alive. It raced around them, morphing from man into dog and back into man again, before it reattatched itself to the oldest Black son.

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Sirius loved the different branches of magic, though charms and transfiguration were always his two favourites, but he had never seen someone play with shadows as proficiently as Gellert was doing. He could feel a strange sort of tug at his magic when the other had pulled his shadow apart and he pulled out his wand casting a soft *lumos* to see if there would be any sort of shadow.

“W-What is that? Are you using Dark Magic?” he asked, though it almost seemed silly considering that Gellert was known for his use of dark magic. Once he had his shadow back, he moved his arm around as if testing whether it would follow him and obey the way a shadow should, “Can you enter locked rooms using that?”

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“It would be strange if it were not dark magic.” Gellert cocked his head at Sirius and slowly smirked. “And well that is only one of the things I can do.” His eyes glimmered. The shadows were his most precious weapon and companions. However he could make it easily appear as if they were harmless and playfull.

But in reality they could be just as deadly as their master. Gellert mused: “You wanted to see a magic trick, Sirius Black. I showed you one.”

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Of course it was the Dark Arts, asking it had almost been idiotic and that also meant that those shadows could do far more than those cute tricks. His entire family had been well versed in the Dark Arts and he had the bias that if it was Dark magic then there was a way that it could injure and definitely kill.

“Have you ever considered putting on an entire shadow performance, maybe a play?” Sirius asked playfully, but he knew full well that Gellert’s interests with his shadows were far from such.

“Perhaps the Tales of Beedle the Bard? I’ve heard that the Three Brothers is your favourite, though I don’t much care for the Death Stick, the cloak is far more interesting to me. I’ve used an invisibility cloak before and the things you can get away with…”

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“On occassions.” Gellert had never seen the dark arts as evil or vile. They were just a part of magic like everything else. A bit more dangerous then normal magic, but you could even mess up a spell like Wingardium Leviosa and have a buffalo on your chest. So there was that.

The remark of an invisibility cloak made Gellert tilt his head in curiousity. He responded: “Surely you speak of a cloak made of demiguise fur? I have heard of those. They are rare and useful, but tear awfully quickly.”

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“I suppose that’s what it’s made of? I’m not a tailor, mate,” Sirius replied with a shrug, “I was too busy using it to exam the fibers and ask if they used to be belong to a demiguise. It’s been in my closest friend’s family for generations now so I doubt even he would know. Thank Merlin though it wasn’t fragile, considering all that we’ve done with it. Mapped out most of Hogwarts and wandered the forest with it. If it was even remotely fragile it would be naught but a bundle of threads by now.”

Sirius didn’t think much of the discussion of the cloak, after all the Hallows were just tales and not any less real than the story of Grubby the Grumpy goat. “Not that I think it’d be of interest to you, surely a man with your talent can vanish himself or if he is seen just obliviate those who stand before him?”

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How talkative the boy was! He was spreading valuable information without realising it. A cloak, made of an unknown material. In a family for generations. The Third Brother had gifted the cloak to his son. Could it be that this chance encounter could be profitable after all? Could it be he had found a second hallow by pure coincidence?

“Thank God”, teased Gellert, “You would have gotten in so much trouble. But then maybe that is what you have wanted.” He smirked. “I would love to meet your friend. Seems like we might have a lot to talk about. Besides how could you cover the whole castle? Even with you wearing fur.”

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"I got in plenty of trouble without being discovered," he replied, but immediately felt the protective wariness flare up when the other mentioned wanting to meet James. Not that he would show how on the defensive he felt, instead he decided to just play it off. After all Gellert believed in the Hallows and whether or not that cloak was more was enough for him to mistrust his intentions.

"I mean I'm sure both of you can discuss causing mischief, you have that in common, but unless you are interested in hearing the finer points of Quidditch, I doubt you would get that interesting of a conversation. Anyways, I am the better looking one." Sirius winked and then placed his hand on the other's hip, hoping to distract him from following the train of thought about the Hallows.

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Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

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Sirius almost hated how much affection affected him and how the other’s hands through his curls brought him a warm delight. One of the most powerful wizards of the century, yet here he was giving in to the soft pets. His head tilted against the other’s hand and he nuzzled it with his cheek softly. “I’ll have you know I am more than just a womanizer, I don’t discriminate between the two,” he confidently said, trying not to get too distracted by the hand in his hair. As addictive as it was, Sirius forced himself to step back.

“I’m not that easy, even if my mum didn’t love me enough,” he joked, though tasting the lips of the great Grindelwald was definitely tempting and he fought to not give in, “I showed you my trick for a treat, now what is your trick?” He was almost afraid to ask, but surely the other wouldn’t immediately resort to hexes, right?

He had reacted, even though he had retreated promptly. Gellert smiled at Sirius. “Oh, I never said you could not find one gender interesting.” He listened to the joke.

“A trick of my own. Good question. How about this?” Sirius’ shadow came alive. It raced around them, morphing from man into dog and back into man again, before it reattatched itself to the oldest Black son.

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Sirius loved the different branches of magic, though charms and transfiguration were always his two favourites, but he had never seen someone play with shadows as proficiently as Gellert was doing. He could feel a strange sort of tug at his magic when the other had pulled his shadow apart and he pulled out his wand casting a soft *lumos* to see if there would be any sort of shadow.

“W-What is that? Are you using Dark Magic?” he asked, though it almost seemed silly considering that Gellert was known for his use of dark magic. Once he had his shadow back, he moved his arm around as if testing whether it would follow him and obey the way a shadow should, “Can you enter locked rooms using that?”

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“It would be strange if it were not dark magic.” Gellert cocked his head at Sirius and slowly smirked. “And well that is only one of the things I can do.” His eyes glimmered. The shadows were his most precious weapon and companions. However he could make it easily appear as if they were harmless and playfull.

But in reality they could be just as deadly as their master. Gellert mused: “You wanted to see a magic trick, Sirius Black. I showed you one.”

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Of course it was the Dark Arts, asking it had almost been idiotic and that also meant that those shadows could do far more than those cute tricks. His entire family had been well versed in the Dark Arts and he had the bias that if it was Dark magic then there was a way that it could injure and definitely kill.

“Have you ever considered putting on an entire shadow performance, maybe a play?” Sirius asked playfully, but he knew full well that Gellert’s interests with his shadows were far from such.

“Perhaps the Tales of Beedle the Bard? I’ve heard that the Three Brothers is your favourite, though I don’t much care for the Death Stick, the cloak is far more interesting to me. I’ve used an invisibility cloak before and the things you can get away with…”

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

“On occassions.” Gellert had never seen the dark arts as evil or vile. They were just a part of magic like everything else. A bit more dangerous then normal magic, but you could even mess up a spell like Wingardium Leviosa and have a buffalo on your chest. So there was that.

The remark of an invisibility cloak made Gellert tilt his head in curiousity. He responded: “Surely you speak of a cloak made of demiguise fur? I have heard of those. They are rare and useful, but tear awfully quickly.”

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"I suppose that's what it's made of? I'm not a tailor, mate," Sirius replied with a shrug, "I was too busy using it to exam the fibers and ask if they used to be belong to a demiguise. It's been in my closest friend's family for generations now so I doubt even he would know. Thank Merlin though it wasn't fragile, considering all that we've done with it. Mapped out most of Hogwarts and wandered the forest with it. If it was even remotely fragile it would be naught but a bundle of threads by now."

Sirius didn't think much of the discussion of the cloak, after all the Hallows were just tales and not any less real than the story of Grubby the Grumpy goat. "Not that I think it'd be of interest to you, surely a man with your talent can vanish himself or if he is seen just obliviate those who stand before him?"

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“With that grace it is no wonder you did so well at the quidditch game, little brother,” he couldn’t help but reply. 

There had been a time when they were young that he would have immediately run to his side and checked if the other was okay. If Reg was crying, he would act ridiculous in effort to make him laugh and get him to stop because their mother always found crying as a sign of weakness and she sure wouldn’t comfort him. However in the past few years things had only grown more strained and Sirius knew that even if he offered his hand to help him up, the other would just hit his hand away. 

“Great game, I stayed up all night celebrating, I’m glad that Slytherin has you as their seeker,” he teased. It was a bit of a defense mechanism of playing too hard because at this point he knew that Regulus would never be soft with him again, not after all that mum brainwashed him with. 

   Of course Sirius would jab at him over his disastrous performance at the game. He had been so close to grabbing the snitch, which would have given Slytherin the victory; but at the last second a gust of wind shoved him to the side and almost made him fall off his broom. For someone who had been on the team for near two years now it was embarrassing to say the least. 

   Regulus’ hands tightened into fists at his side as his cheeks turned bright red. Sirius really knew how to get right under his skin in a way no one else ever could. “Have fun celebrating while it lasts. Mother heard about the stunt you pulled last week and she’s furious. She said she was going to demand you come home over Christmas to face your punishments.”

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Figures Reg would pull mother into this, all Reg wanted was an emotional response to this and he didn't want him to give him the satisfaction that he was in fact really worried what Mother would do to him once they returned back home. No matter how many times he told himself that he didn't care, that he would just ignore her harsh words and even harsher hexes, Walburga was still his mother and still held more power over him than he cared to admit. Both to himself and especially to Reg.

"Yeah she sent me a howler about it already, I have to admit I love the red paper, it's perfect for the papier-mâché red lion I've been working on since the start of the year," Sirius replied trying to sound cocky, "But I get why you are bringing this up. You are just jealous that I'm getting dear mum's attention and you aren't for a change." Salazar's tit he knew that he should just back down and not try to push Reg's buttons, but when Reg was pushing his buttons it was only fair.

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★ Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them. -minervashogwarts

“I missed the food at Hogwarts, Minnie,” Sirius eagerly said, as he stuffed his face with another sausage roll. “I didn’t realize that you knew the recipe. It was always so much better than whatever Kreacher made, you see my mum didn’t much appreciate me eating finger food. She always preferred us eating dishes that required the use of our fine silver ware so we could show off all the more.”

There was something about the heartiness of the sausage rolls and the familiarity of it all that caused his smile to grow as he finished the first one and started to nibble at the next one. “To what do I owe the honor of you cooking for me?” Sirius asked.

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((My goal for today is to make sure I reply to everyone))

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Attempt number 2

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Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

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Sirius almost hated how much affection affected him and how the other’s hands through his curls brought him a warm delight. One of the most powerful wizards of the century, yet here he was giving in to the soft pets. His head tilted against the other’s hand and he nuzzled it with his cheek softly. “I’ll have you know I am more than just a womanizer, I don’t discriminate between the two,” he confidently said, trying not to get too distracted by the hand in his hair. As addictive as it was, Sirius forced himself to step back.

“I’m not that easy, even if my mum didn’t love me enough,” he joked, though tasting the lips of the great Grindelwald was definitely tempting and he fought to not give in, “I showed you my trick for a treat, now what is your trick?” He was almost afraid to ask, but surely the other wouldn’t immediately resort to hexes, right?

He had reacted, even though he had retreated promptly. Gellert smiled at Sirius. “Oh, I never said you could not find one gender interesting.” He listened to the joke.

“A trick of my own. Good question. How about this?” Sirius’ shadow came alive. It raced around them, morphing from man into dog and back into man again, before it reattatched itself to the oldest Black son.

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Sirius loved the different branches of magic, though charms and transfiguration were always his two favourites, but he had never seen someone play with shadows as proficiently as Gellert was doing. He could feel a strange sort of tug at his magic when the other had pulled his shadow apart and he pulled out his wand casting a soft *lumos* to see if there would be any sort of shadow.

“W-What is that? Are you using Dark Magic?” he asked, though it almost seemed silly considering that Gellert was known for his use of dark magic. Once he had his shadow back, he moved his arm around as if testing whether it would follow him and obey the way a shadow should, “Can you enter locked rooms using that?”

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

“It would be strange if it were not dark magic.” Gellert cocked his head at Sirius and slowly smirked. “And well that is only one of the things I can do.” His eyes glimmered. The shadows were his most precious weapon and companions. However he could make it easily appear as if they were harmless and playfull.

But in reality they could be just as deadly as their master. Gellert mused: “You wanted to see a magic trick, Sirius Black. I showed you one.”

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Of course it was the Dark Arts, asking it had almost been idiotic and that also meant that those shadows could do far more than those cute tricks. His entire family had been well versed in the Dark Arts and he had the bias that if it was Dark magic then there was a way that it could injure and definitely kill.

"Have you ever considered putting on an entire shadow performance, maybe a play?" Sirius asked playfully, but he knew full well that Gellert's interests with his shadows were far from such.

"Perhaps the Tales of Beedle the Bard? I've heard that the Three Brothers is your favourite, though I don't much care for the Death Stick, the cloak is far more interesting to me. I've used an invisibility cloak before and the things you can get away with..."

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Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

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Sirius almost hated how much affection affected him and how the other’s hands through his curls brought him a warm delight. One of the most powerful wizards of the century, yet here he was giving in to the soft pets. His head tilted against the other’s hand and he nuzzled it with his cheek softly. “I’ll have you know I am more than just a womanizer, I don’t discriminate between the two,” he confidently said, trying not to get too distracted by the hand in his hair. As addictive as it was, Sirius forced himself to step back.

“I’m not that easy, even if my mum didn’t love me enough,” he joked, though tasting the lips of the great Grindelwald was definitely tempting and he fought to not give in, “I showed you my trick for a treat, now what is your trick?” He was almost afraid to ask, but surely the other wouldn’t immediately resort to hexes, right?

He had reacted, even though he had retreated promptly. Gellert smiled at Sirius. “Oh, I never said you could not find one gender interesting.” He listened to the joke.

“A trick of my own. Good question. How about this?” Sirius’ shadow came alive. It raced around them, morphing from man into dog and back into man again, before it reattatched itself to the oldest Black son.

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Sirius loved the different branches of magic, though charms and transfiguration were always his two favourites, but he had never seen someone play with shadows as proficiently as Gellert was doing. He could feel a strange sort of tug at his magic when the other had pulled his shadow apart and he pulled out his wand casting a soft *lumos* to see if there would be any sort of shadow.

"W-What is that? Are you using Dark Magic?" he asked, though it almost seemed silly considering that Gellert was known for his use of dark magic. Once he had his shadow back, he moved his arm around as if testing whether it would follow him and obey the way a shadow should, "Can you enter locked rooms using that?"

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✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage.

The hot cup of coffee was a welcomed distraction as he continued to grade papers, being on the teaching side of Hogwarts instead of a student was proving to be less entertaining than he had expected it to be. The headmistress had been so inviting and wanted an animagus to replace her in the Transfiguration department; Sirius had thought that being a teacher meant less rules not more. First on the agenda was grading papers… for the last two hours that was all he had been doing.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” he said with a happy smile back at Meredith, “But next time I prefer my coffee with more sugar.”

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“That, is something you can fix on your own, Professor”, They chuckled and shook their  head in amusement before taking a seat on top of his desk, tucking on leg underneath the other, “You’ve been grading this entire time?”, they raised their eyebrows, “I genuinely thought you had finished a million things along with grading, why is it taking you so long? are you just not used to it?”

“Is this professor life too hard on the infamous Padfoot?”, They quirked an eyebrow and smirked, “Why do they call you that? No one ever explains it”.

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“Instead of giving ’T’s’ and ’D’s’ I was trying to give commentary on how they can improve it. Half-way through reading one of the Bones essays bullshitting Gamp’s laws I realized that I was spending far more time grading than they did on the essay. Merlin, I almost feel guilty for the things I’ve forced my teachers to sit through,” he confessed, watching them go onto his desk and laughing, “That’s not a chair, love.” The grading was growing so tedious and if he had to read one more essay he was sure that he would end up nodding off. He stood up to stretch and then leaned back on the desk next to them.

“As for why Padfoot, well I mean you’ve seen my dog form, I’ve got the cutest ‘pads’,” he replied, “I was a teenager and I thought it was clever. I still think it’s clever, surely you’ve had nicknames, right? If not I can always come up with one.”

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“I’m aware, it helps me feel a wee bit taller”, They stuck their tongue out playfully, showing their truly young age, a factor Meredith had become an expert at ignoring when it came to teaching their classes. “If you give commentary, you might as well glue your buttocks to the chair for the next week or so, I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to help your students but not in this way, you’ll never finish. Just write the grade and then call them up and talk to them in person, that’s what I do”. Meredith reached up, tapping their forehead, “It’ll also stick in their brains better”.

“I guess, I didn’t see you long enough to truly notice”, They shrugged, “Everyone just calls me Mer, does that count?”

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"I didn't think that I would end up caring so much, but I suppose I want to be the teacher I never had. I also can't believe that I've given detentions, I'm just glad I don't have anyone like me in class," he admitted.

"Calling it a day for now. I was thinking about heading over to the Three Broomsticks though if you are interested in a better drink, Mery" Sirius always preferred nicknames and didn't hesitate to use this new one, "So teaching Defense, eh? Did you fight in the war?"

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   Regulus hadn’t been having the best day ever; he somehow accidentally got spoiled milk in his cereal that morning, tripped horrifically going up the stairs (somehow), and half way through the day he found out his ink had spilled all inside of his bag, ruining the bag, his homework, and one of his textbooks. He didn’t know if he was cursed or all of this was just a coincidence but whatever it was, sliding on a patch of black ice on the sidewalk and gracefully ending face first in a pile of snow was the last straw. It didn’t help that he was extremely soar after Slytherin getting it’s ass handed to it against Gryffindor the day prior, followed by one of the most brutal practices he’d ever had today. Things weren’t looking up for him.

   Regulus slowly pushed himself up, only to see his git of an older brother looking down at him. Had he just watched all of that? 

   “Enjoying the view?” Regulus grumbled, trying to brush the snow off himself as he glared.

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“With that grace it is no wonder you did so well at the quidditch game, little brother,” he couldn’t help but reply. 

There had been a time when they were young that he would have immediately run to his side and checked if the other was okay. If Reg was crying, he would act ridiculous in effort to make him laugh and get him to stop because their mother always found crying as a sign of weakness and she sure wouldn’t comfort him. However in the past few years things had only grown more strained and Sirius knew that even if he offered his hand to help him up, the other would just hit his hand away. 

“Great game, I stayed up all night celebrating, I’m glad that Slytherin has you as their seeker,” he teased. It was a bit of a defense mechanism of playing too hard because at this point he knew that Regulus would never be soft with him again, not after all that mum brainwashed him with. 

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((My goal for today is to make sure I reply to everyone))

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Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

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Gellert watched the man transform into a large, black dog. He almost looked like a Grim. Interesting. Very interesting. Gellert smirked. “Let’s see how fast you can run.” He rose a hand and threw the stick.

It flew through the air, swirling around itself. Landing in the branches of a willow by the river, the branch came to a writhering halt, bouncing up and down. Gellert stood there and curiously waited for the other one to make a fool out of himself.

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His eyes watched the stick and how it flew through the air. This was not the first time he had played fetch and he felt the thrill of the chase immediately pulse through him. Much to his dismay though the stick sail straight to lodge itself in the branches of the willow.

Sirius gave a frustrated bark before, ramming against the tree and much to his delight the stick fell out of the tree. Before he could catch it though the stick fell into the river with a soft plop. Instinct took over and he didn’t hesitate before jumping into the river and grabbing the stick in his mouth.

He padded back to shore and then ran back to Gellert, yes this one of the most powerful wizards of the century, but that didn’t stop him from jumping on him with his soaking wet paws.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

It was Sirius’ luck that Gellert had a good sense of humor and could even be rather playful himself. Thus the darkest wizard of a century laughed loudly and merely rustled his fingers through a wet patch of fur and seized the stick out of Sirius’ maw.

“What an alert dog you make!” Gellert threw the stick again. It flew over Sirius’ head and landed between a few rocks by the shore. Gellert grinned. “Go on. Get it. If you do well, I am gonna give you a treat.”

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Fetching once had felt enough, but the promise of a treat. It wasn’t really the treat that he wanted, Sirius tried to convince himself, more the curiosity of knowing what the treat was. What could the great Grindelwald consider as a treat? Merlin, he hoped whatever it was it wasn’t an actual dog treat. With the burst of curiosity, he ran down to fetch the stick a second time. 

Padfoot set the stick down at his feet, then transformed back into his human form, his breathing quickened from the sprint. Seems the dip in the river had transferred to his clothes and still wet hair, which he ignored for now.  “Alright, where is this treat I was promised?” he asked.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

He had actually followed what he had asked. Gellert cocked his head, seeing the dog change back into a man. He had not expected that. Gellert squinted his eyes for a few seconds. He then smiled.

“Oh, that is up to you”, responded Gellert in gentle amusement. “What would you like? An entire cake for yourself? A dressing goan? Jewellery? Or maybe something more physical?” Gellert sauntered around Sirius and his lips twitched. “Like a kiss?”

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Standing in the open, still wet from the river caused him to shiver and before he was able to dry off Gellert closed the distance between them. Sirius was used to being the more forward one, the flirty and confident one, so to have the tables turned was a surprise.  “Material things mean very little to me, I grew up in a house of plenty and left all that for my ideals, but to ask from you only something physical seems like a waste of your talents,” he replied, his heart quickening as he glanced from Gellert’s blue eyes down to his lips. It was tempting to ask that for a reward, but if he knew anything about the other wizard it was that he used his charms to further his own agenda. 

“I don’t think you could handle a kiss from me anyways,” he teased back, pulling his wand out and muttering a spell to dry himself off.

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Mismatched eyes sparkled in amusement. He could tell for Sirius the scales had tipped. Gellert whispered: “Oh, you think so? I have handled more then just a kiss in my life time, doggie.” He rose a hand and let it wander over Sirius’ cleaned face and dry, black curls.

Tugging at them, Gellert snickered. “Come on, womanizer. If you are such an awesome kisser, then prove it. Show me how good you are with those full, plump lips. Or is that talk all just hot air?”

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Sirius almost hated how much affection affected him and how the other's hands through his curls brought him a warm delight. One of the most powerful wizards of the century, yet here he was giving in to the soft pets. His head tilted against the other's hand and he nuzzled it with his cheek softly. "I'll have you know I am more than just a womanizer, I don't discriminate between the two," he confidently said, trying not to get too distracted by the hand in his hair. As addictive as it was, Sirius forced himself to step back.

"I'm not that easy, even if my mum didn't love me enough," he joked, though tasting the lips of the great Grindelwald was definitely tempting and he fought to not give in, "I showed you my trick for a treat, now what is your trick?" He was almost afraid to ask, but surely the other wouldn't immediately resort to hexes, right?

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✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage.

The hot cup of coffee was a welcomed distraction as he continued to grade papers, being on the teaching side of Hogwarts instead of a student was proving to be less entertaining than he had expected it to be. The headmistress had been so inviting and wanted an animagus to replace her in the Transfiguration department; Sirius had thought that being a teacher meant less rules not more. First on the agenda was grading papers… for the last two hours that was all he had been doing.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” he said with a happy smile back at Meredith, “But next time I prefer my coffee with more sugar.”

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“That, is something you can fix on your own, Professor”, They chuckled and shook their  head in amusement before taking a seat on top of his desk, tucking on leg underneath the other, “You’ve been grading this entire time?”, they raised their eyebrows, “I genuinely thought you had finished a million things along with grading, why is it taking you so long? are you just not used to it?”

“Is this professor life too hard on the infamous Padfoot?”, They quirked an eyebrow and smirked, “Why do they call you that? No one ever explains it”.

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"Instead of giving 'T's' and 'D's' I was trying to give commentary on how they can improve it. Half-way through reading one of the Bones essays bullshitting Gamp's laws I realized that I was spending far more time grading than they did on the essay. Merlin, I almost feel guilty for the things I've forced my teachers to sit through," he confessed, watching them go onto his desk and laughing, "That's not a chair, love." The grading was growing so tedious and if he had to read one more essay he was sure that he would end up nodding off. He stood up to stretch and then leaned back on the desk next to them.

"As for why Padfoot, well I mean you've seen my dog form, I've got the cutest 'pads'," he replied, "I was a teenager and I thought it was clever. I still think it's clever, surely you've had nicknames, right? If not I can always come up with one.”

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

Gellert watched the man transform into a large, black dog. He almost looked like a Grim. Interesting. Very interesting. Gellert smirked. “Let’s see how fast you can run.” He rose a hand and threw the stick.

It flew through the air, swirling around itself. Landing in the branches of a willow by the river, the branch came to a writhering halt, bouncing up and down. Gellert stood there and curiously waited for the other one to make a fool out of himself.

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

His eyes watched the stick and how it flew through the air. This was not the first time he had played fetch and he felt the thrill of the chase immediately pulse through him. Much to his dismay though the stick sail straight to lodge itself in the branches of the willow.

Sirius gave a frustrated bark before, ramming against the tree and much to his delight the stick fell out of the tree. Before he could catch it though the stick fell into the river with a soft plop. Instinct took over and he didn’t hesitate before jumping into the river and grabbing the stick in his mouth.

He padded back to shore and then ran back to Gellert, yes this one of the most powerful wizards of the century, but that didn’t stop him from jumping on him with his soaking wet paws.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

It was Sirius’ luck that Gellert had a good sense of humor and could even be rather playful himself. Thus the darkest wizard of a century laughed loudly and merely rustled his fingers through a wet patch of fur and seized the stick out of Sirius’ maw.

“What an alert dog you make!” Gellert threw the stick again. It flew over Sirius’ head and landed between a few rocks by the shore. Gellert grinned. “Go on. Get it. If you do well, I am gonna give you a treat.”

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Fetching once had felt enough, but the promise of a treat. It wasn’t really the treat that he wanted, Sirius tried to convince himself, more the curiosity of knowing what the treat was. What could the great Grindelwald consider as a treat? Merlin, he hoped whatever it was it wasn’t an actual dog treat. With the burst of curiosity, he ran down to fetch the stick a second time. 

Padfoot set the stick down at his feet, then transformed back into his human form, his breathing quickened from the sprint. Seems the dip in the river had transferred to his clothes and still wet hair, which he ignored for now.  “Alright, where is this treat I was promised?” he asked.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

He had actually followed what he had asked. Gellert cocked his head, seeing the dog change back into a man. He had not expected that. Gellert squinted his eyes for a few seconds. He then smiled.

“Oh, that is up to you”, responded Gellert in gentle amusement. “What would you like? An entire cake for yourself? A dressing goan? Jewellery? Or maybe something more physical?” Gellert sauntered around Sirius and his lips twitched. “Like a kiss?”

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Standing in the open, still wet from the river caused him to shiver and before he was able to dry off Gellert closed the distance between them. Sirius was used to being the more forward one, the flirty and confident one, so to have the tables turned was a surprise.  “Material things mean very little to me, I grew up in a house of plenty and left all that for my ideals, but to ask from you only something physical seems like a waste of your talents,” he replied, his heart quickening as he glanced from Gellert’s blue eyes down to his lips. It was tempting to ask that for a reward, but if he knew anything about the other wizard it was that he used his charms to further his own agenda. 

“I don’t think you could handle a kiss from me anyways,” he teased back, pulling his wand out and muttering a spell to dry himself off.

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

Gellert watched the man transform into a large, black dog. He almost looked like a Grim. Interesting. Very interesting. Gellert smirked. “Let’s see how fast you can run.” He rose a hand and threw the stick.

It flew through the air, swirling around itself. Landing in the branches of a willow by the river, the branch came to a writhering halt, bouncing up and down. Gellert stood there and curiously waited for the other one to make a fool out of himself.

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

His eyes watched the stick and how it flew through the air. This was not the first time he had played fetch and he felt the thrill of the chase immediately pulse through him. Much to his dismay though the stick sail straight to lodge itself in the branches of the willow.

Sirius gave a frustrated bark before, ramming against the tree and much to his delight the stick fell out of the tree. Before he could catch it though the stick fell into the river with a soft plop. Instinct took over and he didn’t hesitate before jumping into the river and grabbing the stick in his mouth.

He padded back to shore and then ran back to Gellert, yes this one of the most powerful wizards of the century, but that didn’t stop him from jumping on him with his soaking wet paws.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

It was Sirius’ luck that Gellert had a good sense of humor and could even be rather playful himself. Thus the darkest wizard of a century laughed loudly and merely rustled his fingers through a wet patch of fur and seized the stick out of Sirius’ maw.

“What an alert dog you make!” Gellert threw the stick again. It flew over Sirius’ head and landed between a few rocks by the shore. Gellert grinned. “Go on. Get it. If you do well, I am gonna give you a treat.”

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Fetching once had felt enough, but the promise of a treat. It wasn’t really the treat that he wanted, Sirius tried to convince himself, more the curiosity of knowing what the treat was. What could the great Grindelwald consider as a treat? Merlin, he hoped whatever it was it wasn’t an actual dog treat. With the burst of curiosity, he ran down to fetch the stick a second time. 

Padfoot set the stick down at his feet, then transformed back into his human form, his breathing quickened from the sprint. Seems the dip in the river had transferred to his clothes and still wet hair, which he ignored for now.  “Alright, where is this treat I was promised?” he asked.

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

✬ Making them their favorite hot beverage.

The hot cup of coffee was a welcomed distraction as he continued to grade papers, being on the teaching side of Hogwarts instead of a student was proving to be less entertaining than he had expected it to be. The headmistress had been so inviting and wanted an animagus to replace her in the Transfiguration department; Sirius had thought that being a teacher meant less rules not more. First on the agenda was grading papers… for the last two hours that was all he had been doing.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” he said with a happy smile back at Meredith, “But next time I prefer my coffee with more sugar.”

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

Gellert was waving a stick before Sirius. "Does the dog want to play fetch? Does he?"

There was a mixture of intimidation, but also his more canine instinct that he felt roused when Gellert started to wave the stick before him. He might have been an animagus but that didn’t mean that he was about to start playing fetch with someone whose name he knew only from books. Still the books always left out how remarkably handsome he was and was torn between fighting the urge to fetch and showing off his prowess as animagus by transforming into a dog to fetch the stick.

Sirius pulled out his wand. Fine. He would indulge Gellert. Transfiguring into the large black dog was something that he had done countless times in his youth and at this point he didn’t even have to utter the incantation. Now as a dog he sat before him, grey eyes transfixed on the stick. If he did retrieve it he was half tempted to just chuck it at Gellert.

[oldwaysserveusnolonger-deactiva]

Gellert watched the man transform into a large, black dog. He almost looked like a Grim. Interesting. Very interesting. Gellert smirked. “Let’s see how fast you can run.” He rose a hand and threw the stick.

It flew through the air, swirling around itself. Landing in the branches of a willow by the river, the branch came to a writhering halt, bouncing up and down. Gellert stood there and curiously waited for the other one to make a fool out of himself.

[snuffles-rp-doghouse]

His eyes watched the stick and how it flew through the air. This was not the first time he had played fetch and he felt the thrill of the chase immediately pulse through him. Much to his dismay though the stick sail straight to lodge itself in the branches of the willow.

Sirius gave a frustrated bark before, ramming against the tree and much to his delight the stick fell out of the tree. Before he could catch it though the stick fell into the river with a soft plop. Instinct took over and he didn’t hesitate before jumping into the river and grabbing the stick in his mouth.

He padded back to shore and then ran back to Gellert, yes this one of the most powerful wizards of the century, but that didn’t stop him from jumping on him with his soaking wet paws.