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@afracturedstar​ April, 1982 Gringotts Bank

Gilderoy darted into Gringotts, following closely behind Ader, who preferred to keep Gilderoy firmly at his side. Even though he did his best to ignore the intrusive feeling, the novelty of being the equivalent of Grunnion’s prized adornment had started to wear off. Maybe it would have lasted longer if there was anything actually fascinating or dynamic between the two of them, but that was not the case. Ader was an old man who seemed to either be completely predictable, or so secretive that what little personality he could preform felt stagnant.

Gilderoy was surprised in himself that this bothered him. Usually, he delighted in all things topical- anything deeper warranted grace and vulnerability that he did not spare freely. But with Grunnion it wasn’t as easy to be careless, to not wonder- for reasons Gilderoy hadn’t completely thought through.

As the pair of them approached a till, Grunnion lowered his voice, speaking confidentially to the banker. He always preferred for Gilderoy to be right at his side, but he would lose his temper if Gilderoy heard anything related to banking transactions- essentially, Adar was impossible to deal with.

Trying to pass rolling his eyes as just looking around, Gilderoy’s eyes swept over the beautiful interior. He perked up as his eyes landed on a familiar figure, though his memory could only hold a blurred and swaying representation to the man he saw now. A tattoo shop, warmth, solidness, someone fascinating.

With a defiant pivot, Gilderoy approached Sirius, playing with the lining of his glove. “Well if there is one thing I can say, I never find you where I think I would.” he greeted, winking at him. “How are you, Sirius?”

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Hogwarts, September 1976

Something had changed about Sirius Black. Lily had noticed on the train to Hogwarts for their fifth year of school.

Lily was a diligent student, and valued being a warm and engaging friend, but keeping up with the goings on off the great wizarding families was something Lily struggled to appreciate and had never invested much effort into. She was aware that the Blacks were a notorious family, aware that they held some form of weight and social currency in society, but not much else.

Usually, when Lily saw Sirius on the way to Hogwarts, it felt like a homecoming to him. He looked as if he could breath again.

This time, Sirius looked as if he’d been happy most of the summer long. His face didn’t hold that complicated mixture of relief and eagerness.

It didn’t take long for this shift Lily had noticed to be contextualized by rumor, however. The news that the heir of the Black dynasty had foolishly, thanklessly, brazenly abandoned his duty and rightful role swept through Hogwarts like a stink bomb.

And even though Lily could see that Sirius seemed lighter, and looked maybe vaguely more relaxed and happy in spaces like the Gryffindor common room, the tensions between him and Slytherins their age sharpened.

Lily had been reading, sitting on a fountain when she literally heard Sirius coming by the chants of ‘betrayer’, ‘blood traitor’ and worse that followed him. It had been bothering Lily for weeks now, shes couldn’t have imagined how it made Sirius feel.

Grimacing, Lily stood up to meet him. Her face, even her hands felt hot. “Is that about you, Sirius?” Lily asked, an uncharacteristic edge in her tone.

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Gilderoy + @afracturedstar

June 1978

Hogwarts grounds

One thing Gilderoy had learned during his Hogwarts career was that Ravenclaw was not notorious for their merry making. This wasn’t to say that Gilderoy disliked being a Ravenclaw- he was very proud of it- but it did mean he had become good at outsourcing amusement. June at Hogwarts was perfect. Even now, as Gilderoy and a few of his fellow Ravenclaws stalked through the dark pitch of the grounds, the air was warm. Above, stars twinkled brightly above the summer night sky, as a warm breeze swayed the trees and tall grass- it invigorated Gilderoy, filling him with eager excitement.

Gilderoy’s friend pulled him by the shoulder, bringing his attention to a group of reveling students down by the black lake. They glanced at each other, glassy eyed from the fire whiskey they’d had at the party they’d just left from, and began to run down the hill toward the dark water.

“Good evening-“ Gilderoy called towards the group, eyeing a particularly handsome, tall Gryffindor. “Might you have room for two more here?”

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Gilderoy + @afracturedstar

The tattoo parlor

Gilderoy had not realized how drunk he was until it was too late. While he was sitting down, it had been wonderful. The moment he stood up, Gilderoy had realized how far gone he truly was. The first attempt to make it out of the bar, he’d accidentally ended up in the loo. The second attempt brought him out into a dim street he didn’t recognize.

Staggering, Gilderoy pocketed his wand. There was no chance that using magic was a good idea right now. No, he would have to walk home, irregardless of how long that might take.

The cold night air was sobering, but perhaps a little too refreshing. A shiver went through Gilderoy as he staggered onwards- he was quickly beginning to realize that night club society in Diagon Alley was a rough and ready scene. It all felt a bit blurry now, but Gilderoy could have sworn a man had torn his shirt earlier when trying to pull him back closer.

No use remembering unpleasantness, where had that ever gotten anyone?

Nevertheless, with half of his robes hanging loosely to his bare shoulder, it was painfully cold. Gilderoy lurched to lean against the window of a passing tattoo parlor- maybe he’d be able to feel the heat through the window.

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@afracturedstar​ House Marauder May, 1982

Lily ducked into her fireplace with held breath. Making the polyjuice potion had been fine, but for some reason, delivering it made this all feel so much more real. It felt like she’d apparated 10 times over, the horrible hooked feeling she had in the pit of her stomach unrelenting as she emerged from the fire and into Sirius’ home.

“Hey!” Lily called out, leaping over to the coffee table to carefully set down the two vials of potion as well as a small box. She winced at the sound of her own voice, a little shakier and a little less calm than she’d hoped for. She didn’t want to give Sirius any extra burden, emotional or otherwise, than what he may have already been feeling. Not that he usually, to Lily’s annoyance, seemed to mind being a body for the Order. 

“Special delivery-” she called out, tacking a smile onto her face. She looked down at the vials, hopefully the labels, which were twice the size of the bottles themselves, would ensure that Sirius and Alice didn’t take the wrong one.