#marautyr

[masterofdeath]

[      Furious scribbles, ink blots categorizing what is typically careful strokes of his quill, but Harry’s hand trembles with excitement.      ]

21 SEPTEMBER 1991       

Dear Papa, 

How are you? How’s mamma? 

I miss you but don’t worry because I am having loads of fun. Thank you for the sugar quills and extra socks and the book on wizards chess. ( Ron says hi. He says he doesn’t think the book will help. Now I have to beat him. )

We had our first flying lesson yesterday. Some boy was bothering Neville and took something from him. I got it back but I had to fly when I was told not to. I wouldn’t have flown if he didn’t first and he took Neville’s rememberall so I had to get it back for him because I didn’t want it to break. I thought I was going to get into trouble because Professor McGonagall came out and got me. I was scared but she took me to the captain of the quidditch team instead! His name is Oliver Wood, I think you would like him. 

Gryffindor was down a seeker and both agreed that I had a talent for it, I’m on the quidditch team dad! Our first practice is coming up and I’m nervous but excited I’ll show them what you taught me. Do you think you and mamma could come to the matches? 

Now that I’m thinking about it I might not be able to beat Ron at chess after all, I should really focus on quidditch instead. He’s waiting for me to go to lunch so I should go.

I miss you. I’ll write soon. 

Love,  Hari

PS. I counted the steps from the crooked mirror on the fourth floor like you asked. It’s 28 for me I even stepped really wide.

@marautyr

[pettigrewwhiskers]

The Marauders as John Mulaney

@marautyr, @burningstarsirius, @lupinxwaning

James:

Sirius:

Remus:

Peter:

[cewyllenw]

@marautyr

❛ i have a plan. ❜ no good idea has ever started for either of them with those words, and yet here sirius is, trying it again.  because that’s the thing about sirius -- he is doggedly determined to cause trouble.  pun fully intended.  at the moment, said trouble centres around the carefully drawn map of knockturn alley sirius has unrolled in front of james with a wicked grin.

without looking, sirius taps on a marked area -- the coffin house.  ❛ necromancy, as you and i both know, is terrible and disgusting.  and it is, unfortunately, being pursued on the alley’s high  street. ❜ entering knockturn alley is a risk in and of itself ; never mind what sirius is about to suggest.  ❛ i did have grand plans for robbing and shuttering but...i’m considering pursuing a bit of arson instead.  any thoughts to contribute? ❜

[pettigrewwhiskers]

Life Goes On || James & Peter

Where || Godric’s Hollow

When || October 4th 1979

With || @marautyr

He’d just finished work and didn’t want to go home, couldn’t go home, what if they were there? It wasn’t safe on his own. Maybe if he stayed... or just visited someone else they’d think he was doing their work, even now, and leave him alone. He just wanted to be left alone. But where could he go? One place came to mind and guilt bubbled in his gut till he felt as though it would flow from his mouth like so much bile.

Godric’s Hollow.

They’d be fine... right? It was James, James and Lilly, nothing could stop them. They could do anything, not like him. And he was so tired, maybe if he was there he could have a little kip. It was a scary thought but what wasn’t terrifying right now. Just a few minutes and then he’d figure something else out.

Before he let himself think it over further he’d apparented to just down the road and with hunched shoulder looked to the sides and over his shoulder before walking up and to the gate. Peter gulped as he made his way to the door and timidly knocked, a part of him (the part that wasn’t utterly spineless) half-hoped they’d not be home... As it was, he didn’t have to wait long for it to open and he looked up (and up) to see James.

“I-I’m sorry for coming by.” he said quietly, sniffing once, “I uhh, I just wanted to see you, you and Lilly.” he added, looking done once more, eyes focused on James’ feet and his own hands, the fine tremble in them not going unnoticed. He sniffed again, “A-are you doing okay?”

[professorminerva-mcgonagall]

Order Shall Come || James & Minerva

When: October 3rd 1979

Where: Godric’s Hollow

With: @marautyr 

Minerva left Hogwarts the moment her lessons were done for day and apparated to Godric’s Hollow. Her emerald robes swished slightly as she elegantly landed just beyond the gate and she fixed her pointed hat just so before placing a hand on the latch. In her other hand was a rather old and somewhat beaten tin on home made biscuits with a pattern of a child and a dog on the front. She’d had it for years and knew most (if not all) former Gryffindor’s could testify to the deliciousness of its contents. 

Pushing the gate open she knew the choice about to be made couldn’t be undone yet would not regret it. Minerva had provided information to Albus for some time, she knew more of his- ... of The Order than many who were actually members and the time had come for her to fully step into the organisation. Perhaps if she’d done so earlier then- no, little point dwelling on such thoughts. Instead, she’d make it her mission that no more would be lost to this idiotic war brought about by a blood-crazed fiend.

She raised her hand and rapped sharply on the familiar door three times, standing with perfectly straight posture and wasted little time once the door opened and revealed the former-student she was here to see. “Potter.” Minerva inclined her head slightly before bull-dozing her inside and pulling her hat off, holding it out to him, “Hang that up won’t you, and put some tea on we’ll be talking for a while and my biscuits go best with a strong cup.” Knowing the layout from past visits Minerva strode into the kitchen and regally took a seat, placing the tin on the table.

[caradocdearbcrns]

Magnolia

favorite kind of candy?

❝ Bit boring of me, but those Fry’s eggs? The ones with all the creme inside? ❞ ‘Doc puts a sheepish hand on the back of his neck.❝ No matter how much magic candy I eat, they’re still the most lush present you can get on Easter holls, and if I don’t have them, I go a bit mad. ❞