“That one there, that’s James Potter,” Barty says, pointing at the dark skinned boy with messy hair and gold rimmed glasses, his gym uniform appearing to be several sizes too small. “He is one of the dumbest guys you will ever meet. Evan sat next to him in English last year.” “He asked me how to spell orange.” “And that little one, that’s Peter Pettigrew,” Barty continues, pointing out the smaller blonde boy, a muggle cell phone pressed against his ear, so focused on his call that he doesn’t even notice the dodgeball before it bounces off the side of his head. “Peter Pettigrew knows everyone’s business. He knows everything about everyone.” “And evil takes human form in Sirius Black,” Barty says darkly, an unpleasant expression crossing his face.
a (very belated) christmas gift for @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting, who has blessed us with an inordinate amount of fantastic wolfstar fics this year. thanks for letting me blabber at you 24/7 about my favorite brainrot topics, love you to death (or something).
this is a little faux illustrated cover of her fic, Mean Wizards, which continues to be a beacon of joy and sillies for me every week at the moment.
