Oct 4, 2017
I don't know I felt like taking pics. Feat Nicky being cute.
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I don't know I felt like taking pics. Feat Nicky being cute.
"You're family" with the marauders pls xx
send me prompts: “you’re family”
The words made the boy being addressed stop, turning around to see James looking as frazzled as he ever had. Sirius was beside James, his trunk packed. Peter was in the process of packing, but Remus was not packed, nor was he at all ready to go. Sirius had recently moved in with the Potters, and was going home with James for Christmas. Peter’s mother was on a holiday over the season, so he was tagging along too. But Remus… well, he was being stubborn.
“James, listen, it’s not a big deal -” Remus began.
“What do you mean, not a big deal? Don’t you think we’ll feel like right gits leaving you here for bloody Christmas?” James looked at Remus over the rims of his glasses which had fallen down in his outburst.
“James, please –”
“Don’t start with that James, please business, Moony.” James folded his arms, and Remus sat down on the end of his bed. The full moon had only been a day prior, and it showed on his face, in his limbs and in the general pallor of his whole body.
“I’ll… I’ll only be a burden. I’m - I’m not exactly great company right now,” Remus added, but James only rolled his eyes.
“So you want to sit here and wallow in your own misery? That’s depressing, come on, come be miserable with me and my lot. Poppy said you were fine to go for Christmas.” James rocked back and forth on his feet, almost unable to stay still.
“Madam Pomfrey,” Remus corrected, “said I should rest. My mother and father agreed.” James sighed, eyebrows dipping. He knew that Remus’ parents did love him, they truly did, but they knew Hogwarts was the best place for his condition to be kept under control. Still, what sort of parents couldn’t make arrangements for Christmas, he wondered? He knew his parents would - not that there were any arrangements to be made. Remus wasn’t going to transform over the holiday. So, damn it, Remus was coming home with them. James cleared his throat before taking a deep breath in and making his voice unreasonably high.
“Oh, Fleamont, my darling… I do wonder how that handsome, sweet, handsome, smart, and did I mention handsome boy Remus is,” James brought a hand to his forehead in a dramatic impression of his mother. Peter gave a snort of laughter from behind his open trunk. Wordlessly, Sirius stepped forward, his voice dropping low.
“Well, my beautiful` Euphemia, I imagine that ruggedly handsome boy has just… wasted away. That, or he simply doesn’t want to visit us anymore.” Sirius’ eyebrows were knitted together in a very poor impression of James’ dad, but it had James barely able to hold in his laughter. Still, he managed to, if only to pretend to faint into Sirius’ waiting arms.
They then lost it entirely.
Peter almost fell into his open trunk, and Sirius dropped James straight on his arse on the floor as he keeled over with laughter, slapping his knees. James took his glasses off, wiping tears from his eyes. Remus was still sitting on the end of the bed, though his hand was clamped over his mouth in a half-baked attempt to stop laughter from bursting forth. It didn’t work, though, and before he knew it he was flopped back onto his bed, laughter rippling forth from his mouth. He rarely laughed this shortly after a transformation, but his three friends stopped their own laughter to watch it. James was the first to get up, restoring his glasses to their usual spot to walk over to Remus. He held a hand out to him, pulling him to sit up again on the bed. James was grinning, and Remus too had tears of laughter in the corners of his eyes.
“You comin’ with us, mate?” he asked, and Remus sighed and went to stand.
“Would be pretty cold of me to say no after a performance like that, hm?” Remus asked, and James’ grin only got wider.
“That’s the spirit, Moony,” Sirius remarked, walking over to Remus’ bed to grab his trunk out from under it. He started flicking his wand around the place, packing some of Remus’ things for him. Peter looked up over his trunk, which he had just finished packing by hand, with no help from Sirius Black thank you very much, and wandered over to the other three.
“How long had they been practising that one, Peter?” Remus asked, and Peter tilted his head.
“Oh, couple weeks,” he replied, and James clicked his tongue at Sirius, who winked in response. Remus shook his head with a smirk.
“Of course,” he remarked.
“The Marauders do Christmas, huh? You’ve all got me presents, right?” Peter asked, and James rested an arm on his shoulder.
“Yeah, course,” James asserted, before turning to Remus and Sirius and shaking his head, mouthing absolutely not silently. Peter elbowed him in the side.
“You really are a git, Potter,” he snorted. Sirius had almost finished packing Remus’ trunk, and he spoke up, wand poised.
“Hey, you want those magazines you hide under your mattress, or?” Sirius smirked, and Remus’ eyes widened.
“Oh, shut up, Padfoot, blow it out your –”
“Listen, Moony,” James spoke up, “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you with them. Your lumos isn’t as dim as you think it is.”
“Don’t be daft, I don’t have magazines –”
“Sure sounds like something someone with magazines would say,” Peter added, and they all started approaching Remus with joking chides of where are they, where’d you get ‘em, huh, huh huh, when a familiar voice sounded at the door.
“Potter, Black and Pettigrew, if you do not march down here in the next minute the train will leave you behind!”
James’ eyes widened and he rushed over to his trunk. Peter did the same, and Sirius latched Remus’ trunk before heading back over to his own.
“Coming, Professor!” Peter rushed to the door first.
“Re – Lupin is coming too, Professor, that’s fine right? Great, that’s totally fine! C’mon, Moony!” Sirius went next, and Remus grabbed his trunk to make for the door. James waited up for Remus, patting his shoulder and leaning it towards his ear.
“You really are all family. Not just Sirius,” James remarked, and Remus felt a warmth in his chest - the notion of someone choosing him as their family, well… that was just remarkable.
“… I know, James. Thank you,” Remus replied. James nodded, squeezing Remus’ shoulder.
“And we know you don’t have the magazines. Peter does.”
In a split second, Peter turned from his trunk to rush back at James, hands waving, yelling things about how he absolutely did not and at least it’s not pictures of Lily Evans, James and –
“Boys! Now!”
The Marauders hastily made their way out of the dorm to a very unimpressed looking Professor McGonagall. Remus was the last out, giving one quick look back into the dorm.
He was very glad he wasn’t spending his Christmas there. He was much happier spending it with family.
Happy Pride from ur fave tired bi 🏳️🌈💗💜💙
Best boy, the super super alive.... Cedric Diggory pls
send me a character and i’ll answer the following about them:
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: how alive he is!! so glad he didn’t die in goblet of fire. seriously tho its very stereotypical hufflepuff but how kind he is, but the fact that it’s also tempered? like you also see that he wants to win the tournament, he doesn’t just give it up, but he wants to make sure it’s fair. what a good kid.
worst quality: he makes me sad, taylor. also too handsome.
ship them with: cho, being alive
brotp them with: harry, like the whole of dumbledore’s army?? and the order and everyone he would be friends with everyone
needs to stay away from: peter pettigrew t b q h
misc. thoughts: best hufflepuff boy. 10/10
clusterwitch answered your question “can someone go through my face tag and tell me whether or not i should...”
bob length would be super cute, so it depends on what looks youre going for
i mostly wanna get it off of my neck and have it to be as low maintenance as possible. i’m gonna get an undercut either way!!! i’m also like.....nervous about cutting So Much Hair Off
@clusterwitch was feeling v v sick and bad when i went to bed on tues, slept for a lil bit, threw up, started to get pains in my back/back of chest + couldn’t breathe. ended up going to hospital and waited for like 2 hours in ed THEN the pain was REALLY BAD. docs thought either uti or chest infection then put me on antibiotics to cover both cases
@clusterwitch yeah it was fuckin weird like i didn’t really know where to look...yeah it felt v redemption-y but then he didn’t really get redeemed which was Good
clusterwitch replied to your photo: hey validate me & my ornge flannel
Ornge flannel!!!! I love it!!!!!
its literally so warm & fits so perfectly :-0