I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
"I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal... my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them... that's him. He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded."
This was in contrast the only Wizarding photograph on the walls which was a picture of four Hogwarts students standing arm in arm, laughing at the camera. With a leap of pleasure, Harry recognised his father, his untidy black hair stuck up at the back like Harry’s, and he too wore glasses. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive. To Sirius’s right stood Pettigrew, more than a head shorter, plump and watery-eyed, flushed with pleasure at his inclusion in this coolest of gangs, with the much-admired rebels that James and Sirius had been. On James’s left was Lupin, even then a little shabby-looking, but he had the same air of delighted surprise at finding himself liked and included or was it simply because Harry knew how it had been, that he saw these things in the picture?
THE MARAUDERS | insp
That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way. -Lemony Snicket
marauders era socials au — lily evans
— starting her sixth year as a newly appointed gryffindor prefect; - click to enlarge
aesthetic requests: wolfstar for @themistypoet
what reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. they are strewn there pell-mell. one of your ribs leans against my skull. a metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) the hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. it is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. yet it does. with you i can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.
request by anon: sophie skelton as lily evans
“One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl.”