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[v-tach]

some valentine headcanons

She had a speech impediment when she was young and was made to go to speech therapy to correct it. She made Ender do the exercises along with her because she didn’t want him to develop the same impediment and have one more thing to be bullied for. He credits this with his public speaking skills later in life.

Like her brothers, she has dark hair and eyes and light brown skin.

She likes small dangling earrings with cute shapes

She was raised with a lot of homophobia and xenophobia (and spread some online) but didn’t really internalize it unlike her siblings. It didn’t alarm her when she turned out to be interested in women as well as men. Her siblings' gender/sexuality didn’t bother her either, although they were both internally tortured for a while. She wasn't even surprised because she knew everything before they did.

She likes to braid her hair

Some part of her wishes she could have normal childhood and friendships with other girls her age. But then she remembers that a lot of people annoy her, especially after she spends time around her brothers

She secretly likes horror movies. Obviously she and her siblings were not allowed to watch them growing up. But when she was a child, while her father was watching, she would sneak in and watch them with him - that was her introduction to horror. The movies terrified her, but part of her liked being scared. Afterward she would relate a watered down version of the plots to Ender to give him a gentle scare.

She is a bad dancer.

She prefers paper books to e-books. As a little girl she reads books with a flashlight under the covers.

Her baking gets better over time. She loves to make pastries such as cream puffs. Ender doesn’t really like eating baked goods but he will always eat hers.

Her parents made her take violin lessons as a child because they liked the idea of having a cute little girl violin prodigy. She dropped it after a few years and admires Peter who is much more dedicated to the piano.

She was raised by Catholic parents and although she is not catholic she appreciates the aesthetics of catholicism.

Her tallest height is 160cm (5'3") and she is secretly sad that her brothers ended up taller than her.

She is not very romantic but she likes flirting.

Peter makes up nicknames for her based on her name. It really annoys her but she misses it when she leaves.

[v-tach]

I saw your post about wanting Enders game songs and stuff so I would like to provide some input if I may 🥺🥺

Handlebars by Flobots is very Peter Wiggin to me and Wolves by Down Like Silver is very Ender but specifically in children of the mind

waow everyone listen to these ^^

ty to the amazing crunchyaps for sharing ! <3

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Walburga hurried him out of the door with just a juice box and a note, pointing rather vaguely at the house opposite them. “Go! Go over there. Give this to whoever answers, quickly.” She told him as she continued shooing him, up until the point where she was able to slam the door in his face. Regulus simply gave the closed door a quick look of bemusement.

He was confused about the entire situation, if he was being perfectly honest. They’d moved house so quickly, Regulus wasn’t even fully convinced this wasn’t an impromptu holiday. If it weren’t for the stress of his parents, of course, who had been snapping at him more than usual. And the continuation of burnt food that Orion continued to give him and his brother without any sort of finesse, calling them ungrateful when they couldn’t finish due to its lack of edibility.

Regulus hopped across the road without looking which earned a yell behind him. He turned to see his brother and his brothers best friend (bane of Regulus’ existence) push off from their bikes. “Look right and left, Reggie!” Sirius demanded. Regulus ignored him and continued on his way, making it to the other side of the road unharmed.

He approached the door and knocked twice, waiting patiently until the door opened to someone unfamiliar. Regulus handed the note to the adult who answered the door without a word, opting to take another large slurp of his juice box.

Dear Neighbour,

We are the family who have moved in across the road. We cannot greet you personally.

This is our youngest son, Regulus. He is eight. We notice you have children. Perhaps they can be acquainted, it would be useful.

Sincerely,

Walburga Black

& Orion Black

He glanced over his shoulder in time to see Sirius and James cycling away – the former giving an enthusiastic wave as he passed. Regulus waved back less enthusiastically before turning back and blinking up at the adult, as if waiting for instruction. He was never good with meeting strangers.