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She/her || Slytherin

[simmerstesia]

anonymous leaked bolsonaro’s private info including his credit card number and someone on twitter bought a whole ass macbook pro with it. yes. a person bought an macbook pro with the president’s credit card. this country really isn’t for beginners

[simmerstesia]

SOMWBODY ELSE BOUGHT. A FUCKI NG APARTMENT I-

[yourloversstaymyage]

hey, brazilian person here. it may all sound funny and shit (and damn, he even got affiliated to many left wing parties) but… he’s been trying to insure a dictatorship even since he got elected. there’s been protests against democracy and he’s been attending them all (without a mask, btw. meanwhile, almost 30k have died of coronavirus, we still got no health minister, even if i called it anarchy we still would prefer anarchy cause this is a whole new level). we are now standing in solidarity with USA! our police system is the most deadly in the world, killing 2x more than the american, specially young black kids. if you can, please keep an eye out for us and sign the petition justice for João Pedro

[nct-chaeng]

PAY ATTENTION TO BRAZIL. BLACK PEOPLE ARE BEING KILLED EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. AND SEVERAL OF THEM ARE FUCKING KIDS.

the one petition everyone is sharing is for João Pedro, was was killed inside his home, he was shot on his back. 70, and i repeat, 70 shots were fired against the house he was in, and the police claimed it was because they were in a confront. everyone near his house confirmed there wasn’t anything going around.

but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

SAY THEIR NAMES

LUCAS CUSTÓDIO DOS SANTOS. he was a sixteen years old boy who got shot on his leg after returning from a soccer game. his last words were “you don’t have to kill me, sir”

CARLOS MAGNO DE OLIVEIRA NASCIMENTO (18 yo, student), CARLOS ALBERTO DA SILVA (21 yo, painter and bricklawyer) EVERSON GONÇALVES SILOTE (26 yo, taxi driver) AND THIAGO DA COSTA CORREIA DA SILVA (19 yo, mechanic). They were killed on an event now known as “Chacina do Borel” it happened in 2003 and no one was held responsible.

HERINALDO VINICIUS DE SANTANA. he was an eleven years old boy who left his house to buy a ping pong ball. he was with money on his hands. His last words were “I want my mom”

ALAN DE SOUZA LIMA. He was fifteen and his last words “we were just playing, sir”

DOUGLAS RODRIGUES, 17 years old. His last words: “Why did you shoot me, Sr?”. The policemen was acquitted for lack of evidence.

REMEMBER MATEUS SANTOS DE MORAIS, FIVE YEARS OLD. FIVE. YEARS. OLD. He got shot while playing in front of his house. SAY HIS NAME.

ÁGATHA FELIX. 8 YEARS OLD. She was returning home with her mother when she got shot. FOR NO REASON. SAY HER NAME.

FABIO DOS SANTOS VIERA, 21 years. He was shot because, according to the police, he was holding a gun. That gun was never found.

EVALDO DOS SANTOS ROSA, 51 years old. 257 SHOTS FIRED AT HIS CAR. SAY HIS NAME. His family was inside of it too, including a 7 year old kid. Evaldo died instantly. NO JUSTICE NO PEACE

MATHEUS OLIVEIRA, 23. The Police got >>scared<< and shot him in the head. He had just become a father.

MARCUS VINICIUS, 14 years. shot during a police operation while returning from school, his last words:“ Didn’t they see that I was wearing school clothes, mom?”.

EMILLY CAETANO DA COSTA, 9 years old, was shot two times on the back. The police said the vehicle her family was in was suspicious. They chased the car and shot five times. Her mom, dad, and two sisters were in the car.

LUCAS, 14 years old,disappeared after some cops take him out from his home, his body was found floating at a lake in a park.

MARIA EDUARDA, 13 YEARS OLD. Killed inside of her SCHOOL! SAY HER NAME

victims of the Costa Barros massacre, killed by the police with 111 SHOTS while celebrating the youngest’s first salary.

Wilton Estever Domingos Jr, 20. Wesley Castro Rodrigues, 25. Cleiton Corrêa de Souza, 18. Carlos Eduardo Silva Souza, 16. Roberto Silva de Souza, 16. Victims of the Costa Barros massacre, killed by the police with 111 SHOTS while celebrating the youngest’s first salary.

PEDRO GONZAGA, 19, killed by a supermarket security guard. He was suffocated and suffered cardiac arrest.

KETELLEN GOMES, 5 years old. Was riding her bike when she was shot during a police operation. Her last words was “Mom, don’t cry, no, mom”. The target from the shooters was Davi Gabriel Martins Nascimento, 17 years old, who also died.

75% of those killed by the police in Brazil are black.

Black people are 147% more likely to be murdered than white people in this country.

Brazil currently has the highest rate of killing of Blacks in the world outside Africa. It far surpasses the U.S.

EVERY 23 SECONDS, A BLACK PERSON IS KILLED IN BRAZIL.

SAY THEIR NAMES

[kingmieczyslaw]

If you think Trump is bad and reblog everyday USA’s situation, BRAZIL NEEDS THIS TYPE OF ATTENTION AS WELL.

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It makes me really sad that people get killed before even getting a chance to live. What's happening right now at the USA is truly horrible, but let's not forget that racism is EVERYWHERE. Inform yourselves. Spread awareness. Help in any way you can.

[strawberryy-pop]

HOW TO DONATE TO BLM WHEN YOU HAVE NO MONEY! a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. turn off your adblocker and do not skip ads. between each time watch 3-5 other videos (mix it up) before restarting. this will ensure you aren’t marked as spam by youtube. don’t mute the video itself. and let. it. play.

donations will be dispersed among the following organizations:

1. brooklyn bail fund

2. minnesota freedom fund

3. atlanta action network

4. black visions collective

5. george floyd’s family gofundme

6. blacklivesmatter.com

7. reclaim the bloc

8. aclu

9. the bail project inc

10. chicago bond

PLUS MORE

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It is important that you watch the whole video! Don't fast forward, play it faster, or skip the ads. Please watch with at least 480p quality and with volume. Otherwise, your view won't count! Make sure you don't replay it using the replay button, and that you watch other videos before watching it again. I personally think it's beautiful and really interesting, but if you want, you can leave the video playing while you do something else. It literally costs you nothing. You don't have to leave your house, you don't have to spend any money. Just watch a YouTube video.

If you're in a position where you can't attend a riot/protest for WHATEVER REASON (being underage, being undocumented, being disabled, being sick, etc.), or if you can't afford to spend money, this is what you should do. No matter where you live. Black people around the globe are suffering, and every little act can contribute to something bigger.

I just can't sit back and watch while other people are getting injured, harassed and killed unfairly. I can't attend riots, nor afford to donate (unfortunately), so this is what I'm doing instead! I'm glad I can help, even if it's just a little bit. I watch the video as many times as I can every day.

I'm aware that my platform is small, but I've decided that's not a reason to stay quiet. Inform yourselves. Educate yourselves. Read about what's happening. About what YOU can do to help. Try and contribute in ANY way you can. The Internet is right before you, folks. It is easier than ever to do that right now. Talk with your parents, your friends, your siblings, your classmates... It may be uncomfortable, but that's nothing compared to what black people feel.

I am not black, and I will never understand how it'll feel to lose someone you love so unfairly. I'll never understand the fear and harassment and violence black people have to endure just because of the colour of their skin. But I hear you, and I want to help. Even if it is by doing something as small as this. It certainly doesn't feel like enough. But it's everything I can do right now, and hopefully this will reach to someone and make them try and help on their own way.

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I like to think that, if they'd lived and stayed sane and Voldemort hadn't existed and everything was fine, Harry and Neville would've been childhood friends. Just imagine:

Lily's friends coming around every once in a while to have tea together and catch up on everything that's been going on in their lives.

Alice is obviously invited, as they used to be pretty close when they were at Hogwarts.

And she knows Lily's son is the same age Neville is so, when he turns four years old, she doesn't hesitate to bring him along so he and little Harry can become friends.

Neville is a really sweet kid, but he's overall withdrawn: quiet, calm and a little shy. He's used to being around the same people, to play calm games and have his mother read to him.

Harry, on the other side, is a loud, energetic, giggly little boy. He's used to spending time with James and Sirius, so he likes running around and jumping and playing with everyone.

So, when he meets someone his age for the first time, Harry gets really excited. He doesn't stop talking, and showing him his toys and his little broom, and trying to get him to play with him.

Neville, who's never met another kid either, is kind of overwhelmed by all of this. He ends up crying, scared of this stranger that won't stop dragging him around an unknown place and asking him questions.

He spends the next 20 minutes sitting on Alice's lap, eating some of the biscuits his mum and her friends were eating with their tea.

Harry starts to feel bad about that, because he doesn't get what he's done to upset the other kid. He's sitting on the stairs to the garden with Uncle Remus, who's drinking tea in the porch and reading a book while James and Sirius are doing something probably stupid outside.

Harry starts talking with Remus, and ends up asking him why this other kid doesn't want to be his friend.

“Well,” Remus says, putting his book down to look at him. “Maybe Neville is a little shy. It's the first time meeting another kid too, darling. Why don't you try to be more gentle with him?”

Five minutes later, Harry's in the kitchen, one hand behind her back and the other one tugging on the end of his mum's skirt to ask her if he can talk with kid again.

Neville turns his head to look at him, and notices the small, pretty white flower he's holding behind him.

When Alice asks him if he wants to go back with Harry, he nods. He's suddenly interested in that flower, and would like to see if the boy has more and if he could maybe show them to him.

When they're back sitting on the living room's rug, Harry offers it to him as an apology.

“I didn't want to make you feel bad. I'm sorry.”

“Is this for me?” Neville asks, taking it from Harry and giving a close look. Harry nods and starts talking about how his mum grows them in the garden.

They end up talking about the plants in the garden, because Neville looks very interested in the subject and Harry doesn't mind talking about that as long as he gets to spend time with the boy.

At some point, Harry suggests going to his room and reading a really cool book with stories about a forest full of fairies.

“Do you know how to read?” Neville asks him. He has decided he likes this kid, but this new place is really big and, therefore, kind of scary to him.

“No, but it has really pretty pictures. Come on, I'll show you!” Harry says, taking his hand and dragging him gently to his bedroom. He has been there before, Neville realizes, but he was too freaked out back then to know what was going on.

Harry climbs onto a chair and takes a book from a really big bookshelf —or, at least, it looks really big to Neville— and hands it to him.

Harry lays on the ground, Neville sitting next to him, and tells him everything he remembers about the stories his parents and uncles have read to him. Neville will ask a lot of questions and sometimes, when Harry doesn't know the answer, he'll make it up just to keep him entertained.

Hours later, when Alice's about to leave and goes up to get Neville, she finds him and Harry lying next to each other, sleeping peacefully on the ground.

From that day forward, Neville always begs his mother to bring him with her whenever she goes to the Potter's. Lily and Alice end up meeting on their own every week, just so the kids can spend the afternoon together.

And Harry makes sure to have his family teach him new stories every week, and asks them to start teaching him how to read; so every time Neville comes to visit, he can tell him new stories about magical creatures.

[snufflesletter]

Chocolate kisses

It's the Marauders' 4th year, and they decide to stay at Hogwarts for the winter break. Partly because of the brewing of the Animagus Potion, but mostly because Sirius told them he wasn't allowed at home for Christmas that year.

So, the Marauders and some other Gryffindors that stayed at Hogwarts are having a small party in the Common Room, a couple days after Christmas.

At some point, they all seat next to the fire and start playing Truth or Dare.

Sirius and James choose dare every time, because Only cowards choose truth, Moony!

When Sirius has already done every stupid dare you could think of, a really uninspired Peter dares him to spin a Butterbeer bottle and kiss the person it lands on for a whole minute.

“I see you went for an old classic, eh, Wormtail?”

Most girls are suddenly really interested on the game, and end up really disappointed when the bottle lands on Remus.

Remus, that had been eating the chocolate he was given for Christmas the whole game, licks his lips as some players start arguing whether or not Sirius should spin again because the bottle landed on a boy.

But Sirius, suddenly more nervous than he should be feeling about a stupid dare, stops the argument quickly.

“It's okay with me, it's just a dare. Unless Rem isn't comfortable with it?”

And all eyes land on Remus.

Feeling really embarrassed as the blood rushes to his cheeks, he tries to keep it cool by just shrugging and putting his chocolate down to get closer to Sirius.

Then, without waiting any longer, they kiss.

And oh god-

The jaws of everyone watching them drop.

Sirius is a good kisser, and he never chickens out on a dare, so he gives Remus a wonderful kiss. The others think they even heard them moan a little.

And the best part is: Remus tastes like chocolate. And Sirius is torn up between thinking it's really cute and wanting to kiss him even harder.

When the minute is over, James has to remind them to stop kissing because they don't look like they're going to stop anytime soon.

Sirius quickly keeps the game going, just so he doesn't have time to acknowledge that he's actually upset that he had to stop.

And he certainly wasn't expecting that; because he never had any interest in girls, but he never thought that'd be because he was into blokes. Or maybe he was just into Remus, he wasn't really sure yet.

He decides that, from that moment onwards, he will avoid thinking about it; and finds that, most of the time, he's able to ignore his feelings if he does just that.

The problem appears when chocolate is involved, because now he associates it with kissing Remus.

Whenever he eats something chocolate flavoured, or sees someone eating chocolate, he becomes a flustered mess.

And chocolate seems to be everywhere now that he's aware of its presence.

Like, he knew Remus loved chocolate, but since when does he eat so much of it?

One day, Remus decides to ask him about it —after it becomes way too obvious that is what's making him so embarrassed—.

Sirius tries to deny it at first, but when Remus takes a chocolate bar out of his pocket and starts eating it, Sirius decides he can't stop himself any longer.

It's like Remus is asking for it. Eating it in front of him while staring at him like that, and licking his lips after every bite.

Sirius grabs Remus' face with both hands and, giving him enough time to pull away if he wants to, kisses him again.

He snogs him non-stop until both of them are breathless. Then, they kiss again, and don't stop until they hear James and Peter going back to the dorms.

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I'm fine

James Potter hates these words.

They often come out of his friends' mouths, but James knows they're not even a little bit true. And that upsets him a lot.

Take Peter, for example.

James knows he has a hard time with confidence and loving himself.

But yet, whenever someone makes a mean comment about his weight, or his looks, or his smarts; he'll always say the same thing.

“It's alright, James. I'm fine.”

And having his little, insecure friend tell him that —with watery eyes, swallowing his tears, and the saddest, smallest smile on his face— only makes James want to punch those assholes a hundred times harder than before.

And then there's Remus.

Being worried about him is their daily. He's a werewolf, after all. And he has really bad habits.

He stays up until really late most days, so he never gets enough sleep. He's overly tired and prone to get sick, specially around the full moon; but still works harder than any of them.

And not to mention that he shreds himself to pieces once a month in the Shrieking Shack, suffering all by himself —until the other Marauders manage to become Animagus—, and ends up incredibly wounded and weak afterwards. And there's nothing anyone can do to stop that.

It hurts when Remus says he's okay, because James knows he's not. He really has no idea how he's able to put up with so much on his own.

And when he hears him crawling into his bed past midnight, after days stuck on the Hospital Wing, whimpering quietly because of some wound that isn't fully healed yet; he feels like crying. Because Remus doesn't deserve it.

James knows there's not a cure for lycanthropy, and that it's most likely that there won't ever be one. And sure, they're all becoming Animagus for him. But sometimes it feels like they don't do enough.

He'd like to be able to do more. To make him healthy, and carefree, and happy, so he can enjoy his teenage years like everyone else does, without worrying if he'll make it to the next month or not.

And Sirius... Well, he's a whole different story.

It really looks like he's alright.

He's constantly laughing and joking around. He'll start singing out of the sudden, or he'll smirk with that mischievous spark in his eyes.

At first sight, no one would think that there's actually something wrong with him —aside from his usual troublemaking—.

That is, unless you know about the Blacks' severe upbringing.

James can tell there's something off with him when the summer break gets closer during their first year, and when he comes back from home for second year.

But it isn't until the beginning of their third year that Sirius tells them all about his parents.

It all starts with a howler that's sent to the Gryffindor dorms one night, shortly after the term begins. After noticing the silencing charm he'd cast around his bed hadn't worked, Sirius realized he couldn't hide it from them any longer.

After a really long talk about all the abuse that there's on the Black family, Sirius just smiles weakly at the shocked and upset faces of his friends and tells them:

“It's really okay, guys. I'm used to it. It's fine.”

And James immediately wraps his arms around him and hugs him tightly, knowing that if he keeps staring at his face, he'll start crying. Remus and Peter join him almost immediately.

They all knew the Blacks were bad, but they never imagined it could be that horrible.

After that day, though, they don't really talk about it.

Sirius doesn't like talking about his family, and usually changes the subject as soon as he can. James, knowing better than to upset him insisting, lets it be most times —but not without reminding him that, if he ever needs a place to stay at, his door will always be open for him—.

Despite constantly telling him the same thing, James didn't think Sirius would actually leave his house before turning eighteen. He was sure his friend would never want to give his parents that satisfaction, that he was far too stubborn to do that.

So he was incredibly surprised to find him at his door one night after their fifth year. Not that James didn't want him to be there, he just didn't expect it.

Sirius doesn't want to say anything that isn't ‘Sorry’ or ‘Thank you’ to the Potters —or at least not yet—, so it isn't until they're alone in James' bedroom that he gets to talk to Sirius.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. I'm fine.”

There they were. Those words James hated so much, and that he knew were not true at all.

But he wouldn't take that bullshit again. Not right there, not in that moment, not from him.

Because he knew his best friend. Maybe he couldn't see it because magical punishments didn't usually leave a mark —or, if they had left any mark, Sirius had hidden it—, but he knew something grave had happened. Because the Sirius he knew wouldn't have given his parents the satisfaction of having that effect on him if nothing terrible had happened. He wouldn't have left if he wasn't in actual danger. Not leaving his brother alone.

“No. You're not.”

Sirius stared at the floor for a while. When he raised his head to meet his friend's gaze and argue back, he found he couldn't lie to him. Instead, he burst into tears.

James sat closer to him and held him tightly, letting him sob into his shoulder.

Maybe he wasn't ready to talk about it yet, but he was glad that at least he'd decided to stop pretending everything was okay.

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Modern!Marauders: Quarantine edition

Sirius' parents give a damn about the virus and refuse to stay at home all day, so they often go out to visit friends/relatives and do posh stuff.

Sirius and Regulus are mostly left on their own, so Sirius takes advantage of this and does whatever the hell he wants.

James is constantly videocalling the other Marauders.

Sirius always answers immediately, and spends hours on the phone with him.

They're constantly screaming, running around their houses, dancing and singing to the top of their lungs.

They drive the Potters and Regulus insane.

Regulus has tried to stop them by turning off the WiFi connection, but Sirius just uses his mobile data instead. Banging his head against the wall turns out to be a better option: Sirius calms down as soon as he hears it so he doesn't actually hurt himself.

Remus doesn't even answer their calls most times.

“I'm busy, guys. You do know you have to study from home, right?”

He has a lot of books he wants to read, but ends up using all of his free time chatting with his friends and spending time with his parents, so he barely reads any of them.

When he does answer the video calls, James and Sirius get really excited and start talking A LOT of nonsense. Remus doesn't even understand what they're telling him at first, but he doesn't point it out because God, he really misses these dumbasses.

He doesn't spend much time online though. He usually excuses himself saying he has homework to get back to or something, but actually he gets really self-conscious about the way he looks on screen and flees after an hour.

Peter is usually online as well.

His mother always makes appearances in their calls. Sirius and James love it, and always talk with her for as long as they can keep her.

“You look gorgeous today, Mrs Pettigrew.” “How's Peter been behaving? Is he being a good boy and eating all his veggies?”

Peter gets really embarrassed about it.

He also gets into baking during the quarantine.

He starts by helping his mother in the kitchen, and ends up trying at least a dozen different recipes on his own.

Peter's social media gets full of pictures of his food, and it gets him a lot of followers.

James and Sirius always complain about how good it looks and how they wish they'd be there to try it, and Peter promises he'll make them something when the quarantine's over.

On those rare moments when Sirius and James aren't talking to eachother on the phone —usually because James doesn't want to get Sirius in trouble with their loudness— and James isn't spending time with his parents or helping them with the chores, he likes going live on Instagram.

Sirius always tries to join him, but James will never let him because he fears Sirius' parents will get mad at him and doesn't want to get him in trouble.

But then he lets Peter join him on his lives, and even Remus joins him once.

That's when hell unleashes.

“Betrayal! I thought we were friends! I thought of you as a brother, Prongs! I thought you loved me!! But apparently Moony's your best mate now...”

He decides to ignore James for a week after this, but he's back an hour later because he just can't live without his best friend.

A lot of girls from high school try to flirt with James during the lives, but he only has eyes for Lily Evans.

But every time he gets a little cocky while she's online —like running a hand through his hair and winking at the camera–, she just leaves without even saying goodbye.

The other Marauders try to convince him that she's not interested and that he should stop embarrassing himself, but he doesn't listen to them, because ‘If she really wasn't interested, she wouldn't get in the lives on the first place... Right?’.

He only ever flirts with someone else once, when Regulus points this out for the first time during one of his lives.

“You want me to flirt with someone else instead? Okay then. So, tell me, Reg. Are you single?” he says, smirking at the camera and giving it a wink.

Regulus is never seen in one of James Potter's lives ever again.

While James is busy entertaining his followers, Sirius likes to listen to music to forget about the utter betrayal of his best mate.

That usually ends with him playing the guitar and singing, making covers of some of his favourite songs and even writing some of his own.

The thing is, despite knowing how to play and being a fairly good singer, he knows nothing about writing songs.

After a week of being left alone by James for about two hours a day, he ends up coming up with a terrible love song for Remus.

So one day, after they get Remus to join them on one of their video calls, Sirius kicks a very offended James out of it so he can sing it to him.

The song is bad and incredibly sappy, and James and Peter mock Sirius about it endlessly; but Remus can't help but love it anyway, even if he won't admit it out loud.

He does tell that to Sirius, who doesn't stop grinning like a lovestruck idiot for literal hours.

Remus actually returns the favour writing Sirius a poem, since he can't concentrate on his homework because he just can't get that git's song and his stupid beautiful face out of his head.

It turns out he's actually really good at writing, but he decides the embarrassment of James telling his 400 followers ‘what an awesome writer my mate is, have you seen our Moony's poetry??’ isn't worth it.

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Deaf!Sirius AU

The Blacks never bothered to learn to communicate with their eldest son.

Sirius didn't even know there was a way of communicating without talking that wasn't writing until his cousin Andromeda told him about BSL.

She taught BSL to Sirius and Regulus, so the two of them could communicate with Sirius easily.

At first it was really hard to teach them. They didn't want their parents to know about it (it was a muggle thing, after all), so they could only take a few classes each summer.

That was until one summer when Sirius was 8 years old. Andromeda brought them a picture of herself, that she had enchanted with the help of one of her professors at Hogwarts so it could give them classes while she was away.

No one else knew about this. They always were really careful not to use BSL too much in front of their family, so they always thought it was a stupid game and never asked about it.

A few years later, when he was about to turn 11, Sirius started to get really scared of going to Hogwarts.

Even if Dumbledore said in his letter that he'd assist Sirius with his hearing so he could take the classes, he knew no one would be able to understand his deaf voice. And if not even his parents had taken the time to learn Sign Language for him, why would a bunch of strangers do so just to befriend him?

Because of this, he didn't try to talk to anyone on the train on their way to Hogwarts.

He wasn't sure if the other boys in the compartment were talking to him or between them, but he didn't care because they wouldn't have understood him anyway.

Sirius just stared through the window the whole time, thinking about Professor Dumbledore and how he'd be able to hear soon. He thought maybe that would replace the sadness and frustration that not being able to talk to the other boys caused him. He was wrong.

The Sorting Ceremony and the Feast were overall overwhelming. Partly because he had no idea of what was going on, but mostly because all the noise around him gave Sirius a huge headache —just like the ones he'd have when his mother yelled at him; but a lot worse because it wasn't just one person, but hundreds of people screaming in the same room—.

He was also really confused throughout the whole thing because he was sent to a table full of people in red ties, and ‘Wasn't it a family thing that all Blacks were in the green house?’

Sirius thought his head might explode on their way to the dorms, and was really relieved when he finally arrived to the quietness of his dormroom and the sharp pain finally stopped.

As he unpacked his stuff, he was sure the other boys he shared the dorm with were talking about him.

They were all huddled together on one side of the room; but he couldn't feel them talking, so he guessed they were probably whispering so he couldn't hear them. Which was stupid, Sirius thought, because he wouldn't have heard them even if they'd started yelling at him. At least that allowed him to rest from all the noise that there was in the Great Hall.

Just when he was starting to think things could only get worse, Sirius was surprised by one of his dormmates gently touching his shoulder.

The guy was a scarred, skinny boy with tawny curls and hazel eyes. Three other boys were staring at Sirius from behind him.

‘Hello, you deaf?’ he signed.

Sirius was so happy he thought he might start crying.

He nodded enthusiastically at the boy. ‘You deaf?’

‘No, my grandmother is. My name is’ he stopped to think for a second. ‘R-E-M-U-S. What's your name?’

‘S-I-R-I-U-S’ he signed slowly, just to make sure the other boy would understand him. The other boys looked really confused. ‘Don't worry, the headmaster will help me hear. I can't speak too well.’

‘Don't worry. I will help you.’ Remus signed, smiling kindly at him.

After introducing himself to the other boys he shared the dorm with (with Remus' help) and getting to know eachother for a while, they all went to sleep.

Sirius laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, a huge grin on his face. He hadn't been that happy since cousin Andie told him about the deaf language.

Maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

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Minerva McGonagall has learned distinguish all the twins she's ever taught at Hogwarts.

She just thinks it's common sense: a good teacher should be able to recognize all of their students, even if they look very similar or are almost identical.

After all the years of practice, it usually takes about two months for her to learn to tell them apart.

But that's definitely not the case with Fred and George Weasley.

Unlike the other pairs of twins she's taught, that always help her learn the difference; Fred and George would usually pretend they were the other to confuse others —or just for fun—.

This made McGonagall have a really hard time trying to learn to distinguish them.

After the first term went by without much progress, she ended up asking Bill for help; as he seemed to be one of the few who could certainly tell who is who at all times.

“If I ever doubt, I always look at their noses. Fred has a really freckled nose, and George has more freckles on his cheeks and less on his nose. You have to pay a lot of attention at first, but you end up distinguishing them very easily. There are other things, of course. But just by looking at them, that's what works the best for me.”

After that, McGonagall started paying more attention to the twins' freckles.

And she was absolutely delighted when she finally managed to tell the difference between the two.

As time passed, she noticed other small gestures each of them had, and it kept getting easier to tell them apart.

But as Fred and George were usually found together, they didn't really notice this.

That is until one day during the last term of their third year.

McGonagall catches one of them on his own, working on some kind of prank.

And she doesn't even hesitate to write ‘George Weasley’ on the detention slip.

George gets all defensive about it.

“But I'm Fred, Professor!”

She doesn't even look up from her piece of parchment.

“No, you're not.”

George's completely shocked.

Because even his own mother would've fallen for that, or at least doubted her words for a second.

But not Minerva McGonagall. She had taken the time and effort to learn to tell them apart flawlessly, something most of their friends and family would fail at daily.

So when she's done, George just takes the detention slip, grinning widely, and thanks her before leaving.

And the twins don't even think of trying to prank Minerva McGonagall ever again.

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In case you still don't know, Sirius and Regulus were really close when they were kids.

Things at home weren't the best, but at least they had each other when they needed comfort.

Whenever one of them had a nightmare, or was yelled at, or had to go through a very severe punishment... When things were tough, they knew they could rely on each other.

Sometimes, being held by Sirius would be enough to calm Regulus down.

“Don't worry, Reg,” Sirius told him every time, tightening his embrace. “I'll get us out of here as soon as I can. I promise. You just have to hold on a little longer.”

This, of course, changed when Sirius went to Hogwarts.

The change was abrupt. Regulus knew it was coming, of course; but that didn't make him ready for it.

And the things his mother said about his brother didn't help either.

That he was a Gryffindor, a blood traitor, a brat, irresponsible, a disgrace...

Regulus couldn't help but be scared. He feared his mother would be right, and that Sirius would've really changed.

And he did change.

At first it was subtle.

It was small things, like: “Sorry Reg, I'm busy right now. I'm writing a letter. Come back later, okay?”

But as time passed, the two brothers became more and more distant. And Regulus had to learn to deal with stuff on his own.

It was hard at first, but he ended up getting used to it.

Still, when Sirius left 12 Grimmauld Place, Regulus felt something break inside of him.

The bang of the front door being shut echoed in his head for what felt like hours before it finally sunk in.

Because Damn, he's really gone now, isn't he?

Regulus had always had the hope that he'd make up with his brother one day. That he'd keep his promise, and take both of them out of that hellhole.

But when he left, he realized that would never happen.

After his mother stopped screaming and it looked like things were calm outside, Regulus sneaked out of his bedroom and went into the living room.

There was a cloud of smoke floating across the room, as if someone had cast Incendio just a couple minutes ago.

He approached the tapestry on the wall, slowly, and confirmed what he already guessed when he entered the room.

A small, charred, round hole stood on the tapestry, where Sirius' picture had once been.

Regulus hadn't cried like he did that day in a very long time.

He'd come to accept a lot of things during his life, but this hurt him like nothing ever had before.

Deep down, he knew that he had lost Sirius a long time ago, and that there was nothing he could do anymore.

But he just wasn't ready to let Sirius go.

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Hello everyone!

I finally made the new blog, and now I can officially like and comment on posts. I don't usually comment because I'm pretty self-conscious about that, but well, now at least I can do that properly if I want to.

If you come from my old account, thank you! And if you're new, welcome to my blog! I hope you enjoy my content as much as I enjoy doing it.♡

I'll be re-uploading all of my posts during the next hours, and then I'll start working on a new post I had an idea for.