#doepatronused

[stagpatronused]

@doepatronused / *everybody cheered*

                 “ i’m beginning to think these first years are just fucking with me. ”           james sunk into the open seat across from lily, only wasting enough time to tip his glasses up before rubbing tiredly at his eyes. the fire was more of a general idea than an actual blaze by now, and the sun was due to breach the horizon at any minute. when late nights at hogwarts started to feel like more of a chore than an opportunity, he wasn’t quite sure. at least the prefect’s chambers were miraculously, beautifully, and ever-loyally first-year free.                 james’ glasses flew with a soft tap back onto his nose when he moved his hand from his face to his hair, another sigh of exasperation fleeing his body.       “ and the thing is, they don’t even have the decency to come up with a believable lie. I mean echinacea don’t even grow in the winter. ” 

[willowguarded]

doepatronused replied to your post “//I’ve just gotta say… Remus is very lucky to have @pr0ngs​,...”

I LOVE YOU WE LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU TOO!!! ALL OF YOU <3 <3 <3

[m0bstertrxsh]

doepatronused followed

“Oh,”

“Aint you that- Evans girl? The one neither Snape nor Potter ever shut their gob about?”

[veritasxrum]

♛  closed starter for @doepatronused​ ♛ ♛

                         No amount of firewhiskey could UNBURDEN him of his self-loathing. His mouth tasted of his own vomit and his body ached with the reminder that he had never and would never be able to hold his liquor the way his father could. There were no words for what he had done and no remedy for the realization of exactly what he had gotten himself involved in. It had taken him so long to open his eyes, too long, and his own face STARED back at him in the glassy gaze of James Potter’s corpse. He’d never wanted him dead. He’d wanted him gone, not dead, and he was only now learning the difference. 

                        BILE rose in his throat, choking him, the acidic taste turning his stomach, and he was forced to clutch at the wall to steady himself, short stained fingernails pricking into the wallpaper. He couldn’t think about how things had come to this because, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to take Lily from this place and he HAD to take Lily from this place, not because he labored under any delusion that she would be glad he had done so, but because the other Death Eaters would likely be arriving soon and he knew what they’d do to her if they found her. There were SOME things worse than death.

                        The baby. GOD. The baby. He collapsed in the doorway, slumped against the frame, trembling, retching. That sound, like a dying animal, was coming from him, he realized, not from Lily. No. He’d have thought she was dead if it weren’t for the shallow rise and fall of her chest from where she lay on the floor, staring BLANKLY, but he had no time to think further before he heard Bellatrix’s gleeful cackle from a distance. They were coming. They were coming. ❝ Lily, the portkey, the portkey... ❞ he gasped, fumbling the spoon from his pocket. The house RATTLED like a dying man as someone blasted open the front door. One more minute. He grasped the portkey tighter.

[devilish-dealarchive-blog]

doepatronused replied to your photoset “hypnocil-queen:                                                    ...”

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I'M DYING

Thank you !!! 

I’m really loving my 31 days of Halloween makeup actually - I think I’m running out of ideas though !!! 

[valleyfounder-a]

@doepatronused liked for an immortal!helga starter

“ if i ever see you lot pulling a stunt like that again, i will personally pin you down under the womping willow, understood? 20 points from gryffindor. now get going. and professor mcgonagall will hear of this. ” helga hated bullying and it was sure to be the fastest way to get the usually calm and gentle professor flying into a rage. one could say what they wanted about slytherin, but the students from other houses certainly weren’t damn angels either. the more helga watched the house system, the more regrets she had about ever invoking it.

things were going dreadfully wrong in slytherin though. it was only for the best her dearest friend was not here to live through what was happening, because however they may have parted, this was not at all what he had stood for. turning to the gryffindor girl, helga sighed softly: the whole disaster was quite close to resembling a hurricane aftermath. “ miss evans, why don’t you come with me, hmmm? i believe you are in dire need of something warm and sugary. ” who wouldn’t be after being called such an awful word, and by a friend (if she recalled student relationships correctly) nonetheless. “ i needed someone to test my newest biscuits recipe anyway, those would go perfect with some hot chocolate. ”

[prsnerofazkaban-archived]

Starter For @doepatronused || Not Accepting 

The day Sirius was released from Azkaban, the sun shone brighter than he’d ever seen it, and what might have been a good omen in another life felt more like a curse then. Had they found Peter on a sunlit afternoon like this one, he wondered? Had the traitor been spotted, cowering from a ray of light that would illuminate who he truly was? 

But the house, at least, was dark--dark blinds, dark walls, everything Sirius had run away from when he was sixteen, and yet here he was, twenty-one, and being led into Number 12 Grimmauld Place by his stern-faced father, goosebumps erupting over his arms as he wondered if his mother would be a better or worse change from the dementors. He expected her yelling-- “If you hadn’t gotten caught up with the Potters, with those Gryffindor types, you never would have landed yourself in Azkaban”--expected his brother cowering in the corner, pretending it was all alright, but he had not expected to see her.

Lily, the only survivor, Lily who had watched her son and husband--his best friend--murdered in front of her, was sitting at the Black’s family kitchen. 

Sirius rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Azkaban had a way of bringing up one’s ghosts. “Lily...” he croaked, his voice hoarse from misuse. He’d been in prison almost two years, and he never thought he’d see her again. “What...how? What are you doing here?”

[masterofdeath]

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meme. / @doepatronused

do i follow them?: of course!

why did i follow them?: after over a year of being dragged every second @stagpottah is on the dash kayla came through and dragged me right to you 

do we roleplay?: i don’t think we’ve written yet.... which again is more than likely my fault 

do i wanted to roleplay with them?: TOTALLY 

an AU idea for our muses: i think an au where harry, lily, and james had successfully stayed in hiding would be really fascinating to explore? or something where lily had the chance to escape with harry. just let his mum live please. 

a song for our muses: i’m really going for it with this one.... baby mine

do i ship our muses?: i would truly and honestly rather die 

what i think about the mun: you are such a light presence on the dash and i’m so appreciative of that? talking with you is always so enjoyable and in general i love so much of everything you contribute to this community as a whole but the work you put into lily is so awesome to be around 

overall opinion: one of the best lilys i’ve ever seen? such a nice person? im emo?