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@hissingaspinthegrass:

“It’s kind of funny how that is, isn’t it, Uncle Pads?”

“I wouldn’t exactly say it’s funny, but I suppose most people would say it beats being dead.”

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@loathedlineage liked for a starter

“I’ll have you know that I bought those damned chocolate flavored edible underpants and Moony was not impressed in the slightest.”

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spawnofprongs reblogged your post:@thatmudblood: “YOU’RE THE KING MIDAS OF...

I blame all of you for my homosexual tendencies

Blame graciously accepted.

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@loathedlineage:

As confident and prideful as Amelia had been with her dashing long locks, when it actually came to fixing up her hair … it was a mess. Amelia made no attempts in trying to deny she lacked the talent when it came to styling hair. After all, it wasn’t something she cared or felt embarrassed about. Majority of the time her hair was either done up in a messy bun of sorts and when not, it flowed gracefully (in a rather messy way) against her back. However, it would seem that she found herself easing very quickly into the sensation as her godfather braided her hair. After all, it was hard not to.

The feeling of having someone else tend to her hair - whether fixing it up or simply just playing with it - was a sensation that was almost addictive to the young girl. Each stroke sent waves of calmness through her, her head swaying occasionally each time a section of her hair was pulled briefly into a braid, the curiosity of the finished result growing with more intensity as the seconds passed. In all truth, she was rather doubtful that Sirius even knew how to braid hair. Lips curling into a cocky smile, Amelia’s teasing nature was quick to get the best of her.

                              “If you ruin my hair don’t think I won’t put nair in                                in your shampoo … “

Unfortunately (for Sirius), the threat was one she couldn’t deny.

Sirius had spent a good amount of time in his youth fixing the hair of the girls in Gryffindor House – namely, Lily, Dorcas, Mary and Marlene. He’d learned after he’d allowed the girls – who didn’t hit on him – to braid his hair. He’d picked up the skill and, when he saw Amelia’s hair, he’d wanted nothing more than to make it look beautiful. Not that it wasn’t as it sat, but it reminded him more of her father’s messy ‘do than her mother’s elegant, sleek look.

He thought he could tweak it a bit.

His fingers ran through with expert precision. It may have been years since he’d actually used the skill he learned (thus the braid being taken out a few times because Sirius could be something of a perfectionist), but he eventually got it down and had it done in what the girls had called a French plait. He tied it at the end with a ribbon and leaned back with a confident smile on his face.

                               “I’ve no idea what nair is… but it doesn’t sound                                 like something that I want. But have no worries,                                 Amelia, my dear… I’ve made you even more                                 lovely.”

He produced a mirror and handed it to her for her to look at her reflection, still smiling from where he was seated behind her. He was certain she’d be satisfied with the end result.

                               “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

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@extremelyxshabby suggested sirius lie low at lupin’s.

Lie low at Lupin’s.

Sirius had been told to go to the one place where he was certain he’d feel at home after having spent so much time living in a cave in Hogsmeade, eating mainly rats (however therapeutic that might’ve been) – the thought of going to Remus’ home had made his spirits positively soar.

He wasn’t really sure how Remus would feel about it, and didn’t think about it even as Dumbledore dropped him off at the other man’s flat, nothing but the clothes on his back and a hopeful feeling in his (mostly empty) gut.

He sat at the table, his clothes hanging off of him, the weight he’d gained in his year outside of Azkaban having dropped off of him due to his need to be close to Harry during the Triwizard Tournament, at all costs. He hadn’t had any time to really speak to Remus, to really make up with him properly since they’d briefly encountered one another in the Shrieking Shack over a year prior.

“Thank you…” He began, his voice quiet and hoarse. “For letting me… stay here.”

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@xmusiisms:

“I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”

“Remus, probably.” Sirius answered with a shrug and a smile.

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@xmusiisms:

“Mmm… This office is pretty cold. And hugging would make it warmer.”

Sirius stood from his desk. “Say no more.” He answered, coming to James and wrapping him in a big bear hug.

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note

MY MUSE HAS DIED. SEND ‘NOTE’ FOR A GOODBYE LETTER MY MUSE WROTE TO YOURS AS A PRECAUTION, IN CASE SOMETHING, LIKE IT HAS, SHOULD HAPPEN

Dearest Amelia,

If you’re reading this letter, it’s with a  heavy heart that I think we both must acceptthe reality of my death – in my physical form, at least. The death of my soulfelt like it occurred many years ago. However, you and Harry brought back tolife a piece of me I thought I’d never see again.

I shouldn’t be leaving you so soon, but this war that isbeing wrought… well, there will be casualties on both sides, and it would be anhonor to die trying to avenge allthat went wrong the first time around. I hope you can see this as a positiveinstead of a negative, as all your parental figures up to this point have beentaken from you: I apologise, in advance, for my recklessness.

Please know that anything I do is done for you, and for yourbrother. You two mean so much to me,it’s hard to put into words – as I’ve never been so good with them to beginwith. My death will not be in vain, I know it will be done trying to protect mygodchildren, who mean so very much to me.

The words I have for you in this dire time are to keep yourhead up, to never stop pushing forward, to keep that confidence you inheritedfrom your father – he would be so proudof you. Fear not that which you do not know, greet the world with open arms andopen eyes, be kind and never mistrust your friends – I made that mistake and Ipaid for it dearly.

I hope that I have taught you a few things, and that I havequelled your fear at least a little.

I do love you and I’m very sorry for the way things haveturned out,

Your Dogfather, Sirius Black