#post halloween

[surareads]

One day, after the disastrous night of October in 1981, Remus wakes up with a heavy head. It’s the first time in weeks that his memory and his mind fail him.

“Sirius?” he groans from the couch, covering his face.

“Sirius?” he calls out again when there is no answer.

He huffs out. Sirius is pranking him again, messing with him, poking fun at him.

Sirius knows Remus hates waking up alone. Sometimes, on days when the sun is bright out and the birds are chirping and the smell of coffee and baked goods are wafting in the air, Sirius likes to mess with Remus.

He lets Remus believe he has left, gone out without waking him up and murmuring to him about his whereabouts, letting him feel lost for a mean moment and then, he jumps out of nowhere filling his chest with warmth.

“Sirius, I know you are there.” Remus whines.

He can smell Sirius in their home, Sirius’ leather jacket somewhere, Sirius’ faint breathing breezing his ears and Sirius’ calming scent filling his chest.

“Sirius?” Remus huffs out again when the other boy doesn’t come out giggling.

And then, he freezes.

The cold air from the window behind the couch hits his neck. The goosebumps rise. The feeling of something rotten fills his chest. The memories of the night crashes into his mind like an avalanche.

His heart caves.

Oh.

Oh.

He refuses to move. Refuses to let the moment die where he felt Sirius so close to him, he was sure he could touch him, refuses to acknowledge the truth.

A crow screeches somewhere and thunder rumbles. The sound of rain hitting the pavement fills the eerily silent apartment. The windows rattle from the thunder. The rain fills his throat, his lungs, his chest, his body.

“Sirius.” He chokes out.

[umossu]

I made this for halloween and then while posting I realised I made the pumpkin hole on the wrong side? I have no idea I've never carved a pumpkin

But this is Zuko, Sokka, and Suki's pumpkin art (what is it called? I have no idea sorry) where Zuko made his own happy face, sokka made himself holding boomerang on a boat, and suki made a cool kyoshi warrior face,,

(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) I should have posted this on halloween along with the zukki one but I was overthinking,,,

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - The Tunnel to Hogsmeade

@wolfstarmicrofic September 21, word count 340

Remus stared at the one-eyed witch statue. He’d been doing it a lot since Sirius broke into Hogwarts on Halloween. Surely he wouldn’t, would he? 

Remus rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers, a sudden migraine interrupting his flow of thoughts. 

The Sirius he knew most definitely would use the old tunnel they used to use to get to Hogsmeade, but according to multiple sources, the Sirius he knew was long gone, taken over by madness from being around Dementors day and night for twelve long years. Would this Sirius have the capacity to use the secret tunnel? He’d tried to gain entry into Gryffindor Tower with a knife for Merlin's sake!

Remus looked around and once he knew that the coast was clear, he whispered, “Dissendium,” and slipped into the opening in the witch’s hump. 

He dropped to the dirt floor and lit the tip of his wand. Remus sniffed the air, but caught nothing but the slightly mildewy smell from the damp earth around him.  

He walked the entire way to the trapdoor at the end of the tunnel that led to Honeydukes without finding anything that suggested that Sirius or Padfoot had been anywhere near the tunnel. No, he expected that this tunnel hadn’t been visited since the last time he and his friends used it fifteen years ago.

He slowly made his way back up to the school, feeling better within himself that he hadn’t told anyone about the tunnel to Hogsmeade. Besides, Honeydukes hadn’t reported a break-in, and if Sirius was as mad as everyone kept saying he was, would he even be able to use magic? 

He had a few things to ponder, but first, he needed to catch up on the mountain of marking that had piled up since his day off. 

He walked away from the one-eyed witch without glancing back, his head swirling with almost forgotten memories of four best friends sneaking out to the village on an adventure. They were bittersweet, but he cherished them all the same. 

[carldoonan]

This Waving Li’l ‘Weener says: “‘Ween Over.” 👋🎃🔚

[artboomboom]

After a very busy holiday weekend, Witchy walks wearily home for a much needed slumber.

[santapau]

Trolls, from the Faery creatures portraits reward, on Patreon. I had to add trollish noses to their faces, but I think patrons were cool with that.

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @islahvnt WHEN: 18th of November, 2023. WHERE: Isla's House.

The late afternoon sun had cast long shadows across the quiet street as Olivier pulled the collar of his coat tighter around his neck, trying to ward off the chill that lingered in the air. The streets were nearly empty. Only a few passersby hurried home before the darkness fully settled in. It was that time of year when Autumn was at its peak and he loved it. Although he so often wished for the heat of summer.

Olivier's breath formed small clouds in the crisp air as he walked up the familiar street, somewhere he'd once spent most of his time. When they'd been tangled up in her bedsheets, murmuring sweet nothings as if they'd last forever. That their worlds wouldn't collide and pull them apart before they could become more. His footsteps echoed as he got closer to his destination.

As Olivier approached Isla's door, he hesitated for a moment, glancing down at his hands, unsure if he should have even been there. He knew he should turn around and walk away. But some part of him couldn't. A nervous excitement danced in his eyes, one that had been reserved for Édith recently. Taking a deep breath, steeling himself, he raised his hand to knock gently on the door. The sound echoed through the stillness of the street.

And then, he had to wait.