#belonged

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Belonged

@jegulus-microfic March 25, Word count 673

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It was utter chaos. Barty and Sirius were in the middle of a heated debate. Remus and Evan were also exchanging sharp words. Dorcas was glaring at everyone. Peter stood as far away from everyone as the room would allow. Pandora was busy stoking the walls and whispering to them, and he stood with James watching the fires blaze. 

“Well, this is going well,” James murmured into Regulus’s ear. “Also, what is going on with Crouch’s hair?” Regulus couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he looked at Barty’s multicoloured hair, or at least what was left of it. Dorcas had either shaved or yanked out huge patches of his once-neat follicles. He looked utterly ridiculous and was taking offence each time Sirius’s eyes flicked up to it during their argument and let out an almighty snort. 

“You know that secret Barty told us?” James nodded. “Well, I told Dorcas,” James chuckled beside him. 

“Well, I can’t say I don’t think it was deserved after what he pulled.”

“Will everybody just stop!” Peter shouted from his corner, hands pressed over his ears. The room fell into absolute silence. “Thank you. Can we get this all sorted now so I can go see Penny before curfew?!” The silent room nodded in unison. 

“Right, Remus, are you satisfied that no one is going to reveal your secret to anyone else, putting you in danger and more than likely getting you expelled from this school?” Peter’s tone hardened halfway through his speech. Remus took a step away from Evan, stretching his back, every vertebra cracking as he did so. Sirius left his spot in front of Barty and went to Remus’s side. A chair appeared beside Remus and helped him into it. Remus smiled sweetly up at him before turning to face the room, his eyes clouding with warning. He looked more wild than he had in that hidden passage where he’d dragged Regulus. 

“I’ll trust them, yes.” Peter nodded, smiled and opened his mouth to continue, but Remus continued, cutting him off. “Be warned, one night a month I may turn into a beast, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less dangerous to you for the rest of the month. In fact, as a wizard, I’d say there is more chance of attack if anyone tells, that is,” For the first time, Regulus’s group of friends looked unsure about the situation. All that is but Pandora, of course, who came over and patted Remus on the head. 

“Big beautiful Wolfie,” she hummed as she took an interest in the chair Remus was sitting on. 

“She’s not wrong, sweetheart,” Regulus only just caught Sirius’s sweet words. He’d gag, but he found it touching watching Remus’s features soften. 

“Okay, be warned, I suppose,” Peter coughed. “Anyway, next topic. We now have five animagi in training.” He looked at Regulus as he addressed all the Slytherins. “We cannot put Remus in jeopardy, and having this many of us running around unchecked puts him at risk as well as the others.” He zeroed in on Barty. “For now, we will let you continue learning. You have a month to prove you can be trusted, or we won’t show you what to do next,” 

“I don’t see why we don’t just obliviate the lot of them and go back to it just being us,” Sirius grumbled. Regulus was surprised to be included in Sirius’s ‘we’, as if he belonged in the marauder's group and not his own Slytherin one. 

“Do you know how to obliviate a person without turning their mind to soup?” Evan asked, his attempt of nonchalance lost as his voice squeaked. 

“I can always learn. Why Rosier, are you volunteering?” Sirius said with an expression not unlike the one Regulus used in the Slytherin common room. The fighting started again. Regulus turned to James, who had been mostly quiet so far. 

“Want to go for a walk?” he asked. James’s eyes lit up. 

“I hear the Astronomy tower is lovely this time of year.”

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[runningfromadream]

I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be.

Fernando Pessoa

[wordsoftheheartandsoul]

For a very long time, I wanted to be the same. I wanted to be accepted. I wanted to fit in with others. I wanted to feel as though I belonged. Interestingly enough, as I spent more time discovering, working on, and loving myself, I realized that acceptance was nothing in comparison to authenticity. It didn't even come close to alignment. I stopped trying to prove myself to the world and started praying that God would position me where I needed to be and that he would open my heart, mind, and life to a peace and purpose that made every day worth living. I placed more concern on my character and stopped placing my reputation on a pedestal because I knew my value would never be found in the words, opinions, or validations of others. It was found, developed, and perfected in God alone.

Morgan Richard Olivier - One Still Whisper

[quotationsworld]

If I ever thought I couldn’t do something with her, then I wasn’t doing it at all. “Your place is at my side,” I told her. “Say it.” She whispered, “My place is at your side.” “Louder.” I shook her gently, but my tone was firm. “My woman doesn’t ask permission. She’s a force. Say it louder.” Her chin started to tremble, but her voice burst out strong. “My place is at your side.” And I kissed her, making sure she fucking believed it. She was always wanted.

— Penelope Douglas, Kill Switch

[rvexillology]

Thought this belonged here.

from /r/vexillology Top comment: The Brazilian has yellow and green. Pretty much the only cool thing about our passport.

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in sixth grade; people who knew everything instinctively, who made their lives work out the way they wanted without even trying, who never had to make the best of a bad job because it never occurred to them to do anything less than perfectly the first time. Sort of heroic super-people, all of them beautiful and witty and calm and kind, and I always imagined that when I did find them I’d suddenly know that I belonged with them, that I was one of them, that I’d been meant to be one of them all along, and everything in the meantime had been a mistake; and they’d know it too.

Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road

[nurfie1004]

Finally Feeling A Little Belonged

It’s a good decision for me untuk jawab personality test tu balik. Lepas dah baca balik semua artikel yang aku pernah tak faham tu, now I understand a little more about myself dan rasa macam dapat terima diri sendiri lebih sikit.

Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik bila aku menghilang tiba-tiba walau ditengah bahagia sebab perlukan masa berseorangan. Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik walaupun aku adalah seorang introvert tapi sukakan manusia. Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik bila aku tak pandai kawal masa dan gemar procrastinate. Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik bila aku sensitif sangat-sangat. Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik bila aku selalu hilang dalam kepala sendiri. Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik bila aku tak boleh kompromi dengan orang yang main-mainkan prinsip aku. Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik bila aku sangat coward dalam confronting people and conflicts. Rupa-rupanya aku tak pelik bila aku suka sangat please orang. Dan aku pun tak pelik walau aku tak suka orang judge atau kritik aku and that I take everything to heart. Rupa-rupaya aku tak pelik bila aku jarang boleh siapkan apa yang aku mula. Dan aku tak pelik bila aku tak pandai dan tak suka bercerita tentang diri aku pada orang and that I only need them to validate that I come from a good place and not understanding me is totally fine. Dan aku tak pelik bila aku sangat spontan dalam apa benda yang aku buat, tak pernah ikut rancangan dan bila nak buat, I dive head first. Dan aku tak pelik hanya kerana I have such low self esteems. I am not.

Aku hanyalah INFP. I am so happy that I am not alone in this.