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moonyjumpers · 10 months
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snape, existing: *doing nothing*
the marauders + myself: no.
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wildtigerlili · 8 months
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neville was so real for having snape as his boggart like the sight of him is horrifying
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mouseteaparty · 2 years
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I could write an entire essay on why Severus Snape is one of the worst characters in the series. "Albus Severus you were named after two of the bravest men I knew" Harry I know you aren't observant AT ALL but come on
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JK Rowling herself said that she's upset that fans like Draco and it's so ridiculous to me. Like you literally give him a redemption arc and get upset that we sympathize for this child???? but then you want us to applaud and forgive Snape (a grown ass man) for his great, heroic, selfless deeds ????? Like Jo please explain i'm genuinely lost on this one
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enbysiriusblack · 2 years
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The perfect son
"I heard your brother disrespecting your family name in class today", Snape said, standing by the sofas in the Slytherin common room.
Regulus looked up, raising his eyebrows in question.
Snape continued, "I thought it was a terrible thing to do, speaking such words about a family as noble as yours."
Regulus shut the book in his lap and sighed in annoyance, "Why are you talking to me?"
Barty and Evan snickered from next to him.
"Don't you want revenge? He insulted one of the most respectable pureblood families. He's a filthy blood traitor!"
"You realise you're only a half blood right? And your best friend is a muggleborn. What does she think about your views?"
Snape visibly paled before straightening back up, "She understands where we both stand in the scheme of things."
"Does she now?" Regulus frowned, before turning to Barty and Evan, "I'll have to ask her if that's true the next time we study together."
"W-What?" Snape asked.
Regulus turned back to him with a smirk, "You didn't know? I study with Lupin and her rather often."
"Lupin's a lowlife! and Lily's a mudblood! Why would you ever associate with them?"
Regulus' face went blank, "I quite enjoy their company, unlike yours."
Snape sneered, "I'll tell your family about this!"
Evan and Barty laughed as Regulus stood up and walked closer to Snape.
"I am the perfect son to them; you are a working class, half blood, who constantly harasses the heir to the Black fortune. They would never believe you."
Snape opened his mouth to continue talking when Regulus held up his finger to silence him.
"Now, you clearly don't respect Lily. If you don't want me telling her you call her slurs, you will stop picking fights with my brother and their friends. Otherwise, I can make life very hard for you, Prince."
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movisual · 10 months
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smart girl with a no nonsense, fiery personality
loner kid who gets picked on for being weird and creepy
popular jock who fights loner kid for smart girl’s attention
a very loose connection between nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, steve harrington, and lily evans, severus snape, james potter
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atyd1960 · 10 months
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Lily “imma fail the test” and then gets a 100/100 Evans, Mary “imma get a 100/100” then fails the test Macdonald, Dorcas “imma get a 100/100” and then gets a 100/100 meadows and Marlene “imma fail the test” and then proceeds fails the test Mckinonn
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bendychickeytendy · 2 years
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Welcome back to your favorite is a shane dawson kinnie and you should be ashamed, episode three. The Darkling (Ruin and Rising spoilers ahead) In the series Shadow and Bone, The Darkling started a magical war. Who was a casualty in that war? Harshaw. What did harshaw have? An orange cat. Losing an owner is a horrible thing to happen to a cat. By the transitive property, The Darkling did a horrible thing to a cat. You know who else did a horrible thing to a cat? Shane Dawson. The darking is a shane dawson kinnie and you should be ashamed.
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kelstey · 2 months
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get him back!
mattheo riddle x reader
warnings : none
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❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
i met a guy last summer and i left him in the spring
"hey," you shielded your eyes with your hand from the sun, squinting at the figure in front of you.
"hey," you replied. you allowed your eyes to adjust, realising that a literal god of a man was standing in front of you.
"i'm mattheo," he brung his hand out in front of him for a hand shake.
"i'm y/n."
he argued with me about everything he had an ego and a tempter and a wandering eye
"you're such a dick! you were fully undressing her with your eyes!" you shouted at him, heated, absolutely enraged he was gaslighting you.
"staring at who?! you're making things up," mattheo ran his hand through his stupidly soft, brown hair.
"oh making things up?" you laughed at the stupidity that was coming out of his mouth, "i have eyes! i could see you checking her out as if i weren't right next to you!"
"yeah, whatever," he scoffed and walked away
he said he's six foot two
"and i'm like dude nice try," you giggled to pansy, gossiping about all the juicy drama to her.
"you love tall guys, he seems perfect," you blushed at her words, knowing she was right.
but he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends
"why do you have a ferret?" you questioned mattheo.
"it's just draco, i'm taking him back to snape to see if he can fix him," he chuckled and handed the white animal over to you.
"and how exactly did he get in this predicament?" you giggled as the little thing tried to bite
and he would take us out to parties and the night would ever end
another song, another club, another bar, another dance
you were pressed up against mattheo, grinding on him as the music deafened you. his hands were glued to your hips, gluing you to him.
"another drink?" he shouted in your ear.
"fuck yeah!" you shouted back, heading over to the bar to order another 10 shots.
and when he said something wrong he'd just fly me to france
"c'mon darlin, drivers here and he's taking us to my family's villa," you stepped off of the plane in paris, feeling like some sort of royalty.
"i can hardly speak french," you giggled, heading over to the personal driver who was parked, awaiting your arrival.
"i'll speak it for you, sweetheart," he winked, opening the car door for you.
so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed
you laid on your side, mascara smudged all under your eyes as you continued to stare off into space; your mind on one person, and one person only.
you rolled onto your back, staring at the still ceiling as you reminisced the times he held you in his arms, the way his soft lips felt against your lips - and everywhere else on your body.
til i remember every time he made a pass on my friend
your eyebrows furrowed, frustrating growing through your body when you remember the one time mattheo hit on astoria right in front of you.
"hey," you watched as his hand was placed on the arch of her back.
"hey mattheo," she smiled and you frowned.
"you look gorgeous tonight, mind if i get you a drink?" be was now dangerously close to her and you felt as if steam was coming out of your ears.
do i love him? do i hate him? i guess it's up and down
if i had to choose, i would say it right now i wanna get him back i wanna make him really jealous wanna make him feel bad oh, i wanna get him back
cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad
oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again i want to get him back, back, back
so irerite bim all these letters and i throw
them in the trash
"dear mattheo,
i hate you, but i love you. and i hate you again. you're a piece of shit. i never want you to speak to me again but i don't want you to ever stop trying to reach out. you confuse me so much. i know we're bad for each other but you're the only one i want. cause i miss the the way you kiss, and the way you make me laugh."
yeah, i pour my little heart out but as i'm hittin' send
i picture all the faces on my disappointed friends
"you did what?!" pansy screeched in the middle of the hall.
"girl shut up! pineapple might hear! plus, i only wrote it in my notes. merlin, do you really think i'm stupid enough to hit send?" you scolded her.
"i wouldn't put it past you," she began walking again and you rolled your eyes, knowing she was right.
because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do
"he's not the type of guy you should be with, y/n,"
theo spoke to you, his thumb rubbing circles over your hands as you told him the things he did.
"he said i was the only girl but that just wasn't the truth," you felt your eyes water, theo giving you a pitiful look.
and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was trippin'
"you keep giving me mixed signals, mattheo," you were now beyond exhausted of the arguing.
"you're trippin'," he couldn't even look you in the eyes as he knew what you were saying was factual.
you titled your head, "you're a fucking cunt." you poked your index finger into his chest, pushing past him as you headed to class.
but i am my fathers daughter, so maybe i could fix him?
your fingers were tangled in his hair, calming him down as he had yet another argument with his father.
mattheo was laid on your stomach, his body between your legs, hands wrapped around your back.
"i just hate him so much," warm, salty tears fell from his face to your stomach.
"i know baby, i know. i'll do my best to help you."
i wanna get him back
i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
oh, i wanna get him back
'cause then again, i really miss him, and it makes me real sad
oh, i want sweet revenge, and i want him again
i want to get him back
i want to get him back, back, back
i wanna key his car
"c'mon, hurry," you waved pansy over, the two of you disguised with all black, baggy outfits, and balaclavas as you hopped over the riddle's manor.
"which one is it?" pansy pulled out her endless assortment of keys.
"that one," you pointed over at the black mercedes.
"posh twat," pansy muttered and tossed you some keys.
"i wanna get him back," you smirked. you carefully went over to the parked car, trying to make as little noise as possible.
quickly you began to run the keys across any surface area of the sleek black car, ruining it as much as possible.
"this is for making me listen to y/n rant about you 24 fucking 7," pansy mumbled to herself.
i wanna make him lunch
"hey love," you gave mattheo a sweet kiss on the cheek as you handed over the bowl of pasta, his absolute favourite of yours.
"you truly have my heart," you fake smiled at his
comment.
i wanna break his beart
you straddled theo's lap, his large hands going under your skirt as he massaged away at your ass. his lips were hungry for yours, the kiss was rough but it was everything you wanted and needed.
you had thought because of the dark lighting, and crowds of people, that mattheo wouldn't see. but oh he did.
his heart shattered, dropping at the sight of you with his best friend. he downed the rest of his drink (aka straight whiskey) before heading over to the two of you, ready to fuck some shit up.
you moved your hips against theo's, grinding on his boner, his lips still eager for more of you. he knew it was bad - betraying his friend. but you wanted to get mattheo back, and theo was only there for some very 'moral', moral support.
you were ripped away from theo, landing on the foor with a thud, you looked up to see mattheo going ham at theo, punching him over and over as the fight broke out.
you stared in horror - enzo pulling you away from the horrific sight.
then be the one to stitch it up
"hey matty," you walked into mattheo's room. he was sat at his window ledge, head in his book which he was reading intently.
"what do you want?" he didn't even glance up at you.
"i'm sorry about last night," you made your way to him.
finally, mattheo looked up at you. his heart nearly bursted out of his chest seeing you in his hoodie - the one you always wore when you stayed over.
"baby," his voice was now softer, his eyes staring at you in adoration as the memories of the nights you spent together came back to him.
"i'm really sorry," you pouted your lips, knowing it was all so fake.
wanna kiss his face
you held mattheo close, his face rested on your chest. you leaned down, peppering kisses onto his face 'lovingly'.
you smiled down at him, "i love you."
"i love you too," you said, he put his face back in your chest. you looked up, the smile wiped immediately off of your face.
with an uppercut
wanna meet his mum
just to tell her her son sucks
"hi mrs riddle," you smiled at the older lady as she opened the door.
"hi, and who might you be?" you tried your hardest not to let the disappointment take over as you realised mattheo clearly had never talked about you at home.
"i'm y/n, and i'd love to tell you all about mattheo. i suppose he's clearly not mentioned me then?"
oh i wanna key his car
"what the fuck?!" mattheo yelled, his arms flailed up as he stared at his car, freshly bought and freshly keyed.
"what are you - oh," his father stepped out of the house, face dropping at the scene in front of them.
wanna make him lunch
mattheo was crouched over the toilet seat, uncontrollably puking over and over as draco rubbed his back.
"mate what the fuck is wrong with you?" draco was both disgusted yet trying not to laugh.
"y/n made me lunch. think she's poison-" he threw up, yet again into the toilet.
"suppose she's got to get you back somehow." mattheo shot draco a glare. "apologies," draco held up his hands in defence.
i wanna break his heart
"hey tom," you wandered into mattheo's older brothers room.
"what?" he turned around from his desk.
"oh nothing," you held your hands behind your back, innocently walking over to tom. "just wanted to see you, is all."
you sat on his lap, fixing his loose tie. tom's hand supported you on his lap, a slight firm grasp on your thigh too. you finished sorting his tie, your eyes flickering up to his eyes.
"have i ever told you how much hotter than mattheo you are?" tom smirked at your comment.
"my very own brother, hm?" his face was close to yours, millimetres away from each other.
you nodded, looking from his eyes down to his lips. "i do prefer older guys," you closed the space between you and tom.
as if on cue, mattheo walked in.
stitch it right back up
"mattheo, i don't know what got into him! he just pulled me onto his lap and you just walked in," you explained to mattheo.
"do you promise me?" he looked up at you, sadness in his eyes. you felt bad, but he felt nothing when you were depressed over him for months.
"promise, sweetie, you know i'd never," oh yes you absolutely would.
wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut
"oops!" you covered your mouth with your hand as you accidentally 'nudged' mattheo's arm as he was mid falling asleep in class, his face hitting off of the table.
"want me to kiss it better?" you asked him.
"please."
i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks
"oh he did not," his mum was appalled, hand covering her mouth as you told her about the year long situationship with her son.
"oh he did, and then, he had the audacity to be like "you're trippin',", ugh the cheek!" you took another sip of your tea.
"oh and don't get me started on the time he was flirting with my friend in front of me! but then he got upset cause i kissed one of his friends as payback."
i'll get him, i'll get him, i'll get him, i'll get him back
get him back
i'm gonna get him so good, he's not even gonna know what hit him
he's gonna love me and hate me at the same time
he didn't know wether to hate you or love you. but what he did know, was that he was undoubtedly obsessed with you.
"please, y/n, i'll do anything," he was on his knees in front of you, begging for your forgiveness.
you really wondered how he even had feelings towards you - you keyed his car, made him lunch that was poisoned, broke his heart by kissing his best friend and brother, told his mum all the shit he did and how he sucked.
but here he was, willing to give up anything and everything for you.
you had finally got him back.
❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃
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sofoulandfairaday · 8 months
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Hcs about Sirius? Thanks
Let's see how many people come screaming in my inbox for these
Tall. Taller than James, definitely taller than Remus (ya know, like the text implies).
Tall and conventionally handsome. Not the skinny/androgynous/emo kind. I don't hate those hcs, they're just not how I picture him. He's very very conventionally handsome in quite a masculine way although I can see him not sporting a beard until after Hogwarts, maybe even after his escape from Azkaban.
You can have your makeup wearing, skirt sporting, femme Sirius but it's just not for me.
Also. Also. Also. Can I just say? Wizards wear robes. They all wear skirts.
Prefers animals to people (and animals prefer him).
Can fly a broom, and can do so very well, most likely since before he ever got to Hogwarts, but he wasn't on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He maybe played once or twice if someone was injured and James was begging him, and only exclusively against Slytherin to spite his Seeker brother. I can see him being in the Duelling Club, though.
Practice duels against the Slytherins got vicious.
An absolute prodigy in Transfiguration (he and James were Minerva's favourite students), also excels in Charms, DADA, and (what a shocker) Astronomy. He's very good in school in general though, and has very high grades. Considering how much time James must have ‘wasted’ being Quidditch Captain - time that Sirius probably spent studying in his last two years of school - he was probably the best, academically speaking, of the Marauders. He was also probably the most powerful wizard of the four.
Took Muggle Studies to annoy his family (he was mildly interested, but he wasn't passionate about the subject), and dropped it after his O.W.L.S. to better concentrate on the ‘important’ classes, especially since there was a war out there by 1978. Definitely got into a slight quarrel with Lily about this - more and more people were dropping out of Muggle Studies out of fear at this point and to her, it was about making a statement. Sirius's reply was ‘I think a curse right between the eyes is a better statement against the Death Eaters - I can only do that if I train’.
But Sirius- I've said this before, but I'm much more interested in all the ways Sirius is like his family than the ways he isn't. Definitely had to unlearn many of his biases.
Amongst which: his classism. Which he does display in the books, especially in the case of Snape.
I'm sure he would get into arguments with Remus (who was clearly hurt by some of these - which is precisely what prompted Sirius to reexamine some of his views more consciously), where Remus would say ‘But not all werewolves are like that, Sirius!’ when talking about, say, whether or not they should be allowed in certain jobs or whatever, and Sirius saying ‘well, yes, Remus but what if they do attack someone’ (Wolfsbane isn't a thing at this point in the canon).
I've said this before and I'll say it again: Remus was Sirius' exception, much like Lily's was Snape's. And this goes for many things.
Gradually, he unlearns many of his beliefs, especially when he goes back home as a teenager and sees his points of view reflected in the mouths of people like Rodolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy - which disgusts him.
Sirius, in the books, has very famous lines (“The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters...”) but he very famously does not live by that morality. He's a person, to me, with an extremely black-and-white view of the world. He can hex and curse students for fun and it's fine because he isn't using Dark Magic. On the other hand, most Slytherins suck because they are all racist evil gits who will end up as Death Eaters anyway.
He did not have Slytherin friends, that's probably one of my least favourite headcanons ever. He knew these people because he was a Black, which is why he can list them off to Harry in GoF, but he definitely did not hang out with them or like them in any way. Also, who were the Slytherins in his year and above/below anyways? Avery and Mulciber who played cruel (and maybe slightly illegal) jokes on Mary MacDonald? Evan Rosier (to me he actually wasn't, in my headcanons he's 4 years older than Bellatrix, which makes him about 13 years older than Sirius, but for the sake of argument) who was a Dark Wizard TM and blasted off half of Mad Eye's nose? Barty Voldemort Fanboy Crouch? Regulus??? Snape?????
Good at Potions, never top of the class (those were Lily and Snape)
Tactless at times, but not as much as James.
An asshole. A complete and utter arrogant toerag, and definitely more than a little immature. He was popular, like James, and I can see him having other friends outside the Marauders, but never establishing deep and meaningful relationships with them. He was definitely more unapproachable than James, much more intimidating.
(Definitely meaner jokes, too.)
James was the love of his life (platonically, but I can get behind them as a ship). He was loyal to James, first and foremost (which is also why he and Moony grew apart and suspicious of each other in the First War). Also, both of them were James' friends first. The Marauders were James' friend group.
He was definitely jealous when James first got together with Lily because she was stealing his best friend, his second, better brother. He liked Lily, but he was obsessed with James, who definitely grew up before Sirius did.
I've always headcanoned Sirius as straight/bi and Regulus as gay. But the point is more that while I can see Sirius experimenting a bit in Hogwarts (after all, he was full of girls who probably liked him) I can't really see him as either an arrogant/douchebag playboy. I also don't think he ever had a serious relationship. Ever. Especially in his Hogwarts days. If you're not worthy of his time, he won't look at you twice let alone give you a chance.
Any partner of Sirius' would have to be quite exceptional anyways (brilliant, intelligent, talented, funny - he was all of these things after all - and maybe even a bit mean). I can't see why a girl like that would put up with Sirius' arrogance.
Loved McGonagall, lowkey hated Slughorn. He was definitely invited to the Slug Club and I can see him turning down meetings. That particular brand of cunning weaselling cowardice is quite literally the opposite of what Sirius was and it drove him up the wall.
My boy Sirius never worked a day in his life, especially after Uncle Alphard left him gold.
Also: it's very likely that given his nature (he doesn't open up to strangers easily), his vaguely intimidating aura, his less-than-perfect track record in school (I know this fandom likes to ignore that he cursed students for fun, but. like. he did.), the fact that he probably didn't have a job and spent his post-Hogwarts years in secret missions for the Order, and general ruthlessness- people knew him mostly as just another Black. It wasn't that unthinkable then that he might have been seen as Voldemort's number two.
(This enrages Bellatrix by the way lol)
And speaking of Bella. Sirius likes to go around saying Andromeda was his favourite cousin. Nu-uh. He wishes that was truly the case. These two have history, and I find it hilarious that what they hate in the other is precisely what they love in themselves (their respective loyalties).
Saw each other/could hear each other in Azkaban. Bellatrix's taunts of ‘See? We were right. You betrayed our family for these traitors and this is how they repaid you’ made the whole stay that much worse.
More likely than not had promised each other that they would be the ones to kill the other.
Bellatrix didn't mean to kill him though, I am convinced of this. In the books, she hits him with a Stunner and probably yells because she won the duel. Then, it's only after it's sunk in (after her run from the DoM to the Atrium) and when Voldemort is getting closer that she taunts Harry about it.
Personal headcanon: the last time Sirius saw his cousins was at Narcissa's wedding (nice parallel, because I believe that the last event Andromeda ever attended was Bellatrix's wedding). Now, it happened around his 5th/6th year and guess who was also there? Yup. Snivellus (as Lucius' guest). The two almost got into a brawl. Bellatrix was not happy with them almost spoiling Cissy's big day.
Once tried to beat up Rodolphus during a skirmish in which they had both lost their wands, in the First War. It did not go well for him.
I'll stop this now, but I def have more. Don't even get me started on Walburga and Orion and how this fandom does not understand abuse at all.
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im-in-a-love-cult · 6 months
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MARAUDERS HCS!!
the original 4 <33
James
So naturally funny. Can literally put a smile on anyones face
feminist.
‘It’s the 70s he wouldn’t be a big feminist!!’ did i ask?? 🤨
British English/Indian
first years are scared of him when they 1st join but they warm up to him almost immediately
has a whole fan club by the 1st years
BEST HUGS ‼️‼️
will lit hug u if you ask him even if u don’t know him
‘hey james can i have a hu-‘ his arms are already around u.
either str8 or pansexual no in between
if someone calls lit anyone pretty he’s like ‘I can see it’ (unless it’s Snape 😾😾)
such a big hypeman
can match energy so well
Sirius
so beautiful
like unnecessarily beautiful
Japanese/British English /French
his french accent isn’t as strong as Reggies
Nobody knows how his lungs aren’t pure crust with how much he smokes ngl
Bisexual
he teases people but he never actually means it
unless he’s teasing snivellus
massive flirt
loves peculiar people
finds them endearing
that’s why he approved of Pandora
Cuz she’s kind and endearing
loves all his friends so much
no boundaries he just loves them
softest hair ever
girls/people with long hair constantly asking his routine
loves being extra flamboyant
God i could talk about him for hours
Remus
he’s usually soft with people but if he’s pissed off he’s a moody bastard
Ugly-hot
loser energy
sorry i’m just bullying him 💀💀
when he accidentally buys a jumper that’s too scratchy he’s genuinely disappointed
bro goes through mild depressions over jumpers
Welsh/British English
never cries but when he does he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it
Roadman 🔥💀💀
Tall but lanky
also he has really bad posture
/ is him basically
always spills his tea
it’s a problem
likes physical contact with people he’s close with hates it with people he isn’t
loves it with Sirius 😼😼
Full on homosexual
besties with Lily
it took a bit for him to warm up to her tho
JUMPY
he’s so AUHSIWHUAG
Peter
‘he’s so nice and quiet 🥺🥺’ THAT MAN IS A MENACE AND YK IT
ok maybe just around his friends BUT POINT STILL STANDS😾
demiromantic
just wants to sleep
relatable
happy doing his own shit but happy around his friends too
sad when James calls Sirius his best friend and not him
hatesss attention being on him
feels like the outcast sometimes
he’s so me wtf
herbology is his fav subject
baby face
SO SCARED OF NEEDLES HE DOESNT KNOW HOW SIRIUS DOENST THROW UP GETTING HIS TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS
cannot seem to find the right haircut
strangely good at breakdancing??
it goes through him when someone cracks their knuckles
in conclusion he is me i am him
apart from the knuckles part i crack mine 😿😿
TELL ME IF YALL WANT MORE WITH DIFFERENT CHARACTERS 💕💕
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shanastoryteller · 1 year
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Happy holidays. Please continue gryfindor draco please
a continuation of 1 2
The dueling clubs seems extremely fun and like it's entire purpose is to distract the school populace from the fact that their fellow students are being petrified.
"Does that mean we're not joining?" Neville asks hopefully.
"Oh, we're definitely joining," Draco says. Neville's shoulders slump. "Don't be so glum. You've killed a troll! Whoever is doing this is probably way less scary than a troll."
Hermione is frowning as she looks over the announcement. "Why isn't Flitwick on here? He's a Dueling Champion."
"Probably so we don't need to find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the middle of the year," Draco answers. "Haven't you noticed? Flitwick hates Lockhart. Can't stand him. If he had to run a club with him, then he'd end up hexing him in front of all of us. Which I would enjoy, personally, but might make filling the position a little harder."
Hermione sighs dreamily. He and Neville make a face.
Neville asks, "Doesn't Snape hate him too? Why would he agree to this?"
Because the heads of house are convinced that if Lockhart is allowed to do it on his own, then he'll end up hurting someone. Severus drew the short straw. Flitwick wasn't in the running for obvious reasons.
Draco's a little sorry that it's not Sprout. Now that would be an interesting duel.
"You guys signing up?" The turn to see Ron and Harry walking over. He doesn't know if Ron had the same conversation with Harry that he has with Hermione, but he'd been sticking especially close lately. Harry's blood is pure enough, being a Potter, even if his mother was a muggleborn, but he's also Harry Potter. If anyone's a target for a Voldemort supporter with a chip on their shoulder, it's him. "It should be fun, yeah? Everyone likes a good fight. It's good for morale."
"Yes," Neville says hurriedly when Hermione's eyes narrow, doing his best to cut off an argument before it can happen. "It'll be fun, right? A nice bonding activity."
Draco hopes he gets paired with Ron so he can kick his ass, but he knows that's unlikely. They'll probably pair people from different houses together.
He really hopes he doesn't get paired with Theo.
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ilguna · 1 year
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☼ lucky charm (Finnick Odair) ☼
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summary; believing that he'll fail the next game that'll win hufflepuff the quidditch cup, Finnick comes to you asking for felix felicis.
warnings; swearing, rule breaking
wc; 2.9k
notes; hogwarts au
Ever since you found out you could make money from illegally selling potions to other students, you haven’t stopped.
You didn’t realize there was such a demand for potions, otherwise you would’ve started sooner. You could be rolling in more galleons than you know what to do with—not that you aren’t already. You will say, though, that it’s extremely time consuming, and they’re lucky you have nothing better to do at Hogwarts.
You’ve tried joining the extracurriculars, but they’re not nearly as entertaining. You don’t have the talent for quidditch, and you were told that by the Captain when you tried out last year. And the last thing you want to do is try out for the frog choir, that’s a ticket to get laughed at.
Actually, you were hoping that Snape would finally come out with a potions club that you could go to instead of studying in the library. As much as he hated to admit it, he told you that you were one of the best potion makers that he’d seen in years. He called you a bright student and then made you promise to never repeat those words to anyone else.
If you could, you’d shove it all in the slytherin’s faces. You’re sure that they’d be pissed a hufflepuff is accomplishing feats they should be doing with their eyes closed. After all, Snape is their house professor, not yours.
You draw a line through a name in your notebook, drawing an arrow to an empty space to write a note on why their order is cancelled, when you hear your name. You look up, closing the notebook in the process to hide what’s inside.
There’s not a lot of people that know you make potions under the table. There’s only a select few people that do, and that’s so you don’t end up getting caught. Your closest friends try to keep their ears out for those who are serious about buying, and they subtly lead them to you.
The only house that you refuse to help so far are the ravenclaws, because they believe in fairness more than the other houses do. They’ll turn in cheaters without a second thought to it, because no one should have an unnatural disadvantage. It’s bullshit. 
You get by without them, anyway. This is just a side hobby, it’s not like you’re saving up to buy anything. You could stop whenever you wanted to, but that just risks losing the monopoly you have on the business. You’re the only one that willingly sells the potions at a low price without complaining. And also, your potions aren’t fake. You’re a reliable source.
You’re met with the faces of a few of hufflepuff’s quidditch team. The one that’s standing closest to you is the one and only, Finnick Odair. Lately people have been saying that he’s going to be the huffelpuff seeker prodigy, and your house hasn’t had one of those in a long time.
“What can I do for you?” You ask, placing your quill in the ink bottle to hold it temporarily.
“Can we talk privately?” Finnick asks, “I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Sure, I’ll meet you in the hallway in just a moment.” You look between him and his friends, “Are we all talking…?”
“No, just me and you.” He smiles.
He walks off with the other two, you make a funny face at their backs. You’re not sure why all three of them approached you if he wanted to talk to you in private. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he needed moral support to talk to you. You can’t imagine you’re a hard person to approach, though.
You flip the notebook back open, taking the quill to write the note quickly. He cancelled because he needed the potion for a later date, and would prefer for it to be freshly produced. You write the new date next to the note, and then you leave the notebook open to dry while you put the rest of your things away.
You like to use lunch and after dinner as times to catch up on the potions. You refuse to do them in the morning because you’re too tired to operate. You tried a couple of times, and those were the times you set the bathroom on fire and exploded a hole through the stall doors. Your hair still hasn’t grown correctly since. 
You pack the rest of your bag, and then head out of the Great Hall to find Finnick Odair. You have a feeling that it’s going to be about the potions. The people who approach you to ask usually start with wanting to speak in private, because that’s what they’ve been instructed to do by your friends.
You pass by Finnick’s friends, and every single one of them has their eyes on you. You ignore them, leave the doors, and find that Finnick isn’t hiding too far away. You follow him into an empty hallway. 
He takes in a breath, “I heard that you sell potions.”
“Yup.” You stop a few feet away, “Who told you about me?”
“Annie. She said that you’d be able to help me.” He says.
Your eyebrows twitch, “What are you trying to fix?”
“Well, it hasn’t happened just yet. Hufflepuff could win the quidditch cup next game, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.” He runs a hand through his hair.
You know what he’s looking for. He wants Felix Felicis—liquid luck. It’ll ensure that everything he does in the game works in his favor so that they win. The only issue is that you don’t sell liquid luck to the quidditch players because it’s a sport aimed for talent, and it’s cheating. It’s the same reason why you didn’t take it before your tryout, it’s unfair.
You can feel your face fall, already beginning to shake your head to tell him no. He must’ve known this was coming, because he clasps his hands together.
“Please, (Y/n). I don’t want to lose this game.”
“And I understand that, but I don’t sell to quidditch players. It seems like Annie already told you I was going to say no, anyway. So why are you bothering?” You cross your arms.
“Because I thought you’d understand the pressure to succeed.” He says, “Everyone is expecting me to get the snitch, and there’s no way I stand a chance against slytherin. They crush hufflepuff every year.”
You almost want to tell him it’s a talent issue, but that’s a sure way to get on the bad side of Finnick. That’s the last thing you want, considering he’s fairly popular in the hufflepuff house, and a lot of people would turn on you for it. Although, you’ve gotten mouthy with plenty of other quidditch players before, and they’ve never turned around and gotten you in trouble.
“Did you tell the other quidditch players that you were planning to ask me this?” You ask.
“No, I told them that you were going to lend me notes for potions.” He says.
You reach into your bag, pulling out your placebo potions notebook, the one you use for class. The real one you have is filled with every detail on how to make a perfect potion. If Snape ever had that in his hands, and found out that you were studying like that, you’d get questioned for it.
You hold it out for him, “Here.”
“Please, I’ll do anything.” He says, taking your hand in his, “I’ll pay extra, if that’s what you want.”
“What I want is to not get in trouble because you’re reckless.” You raise your eyebrows, “So you’ll promise me that you will not breathe a word of this conversation to the professors. If they find out that I gave it to you, you’ll be banned from quidditch, and I’ll be in huge trouble.”
There’s a cute smile forming on his face, “I promise.”
“You’ll be paying triple the price because it’s last minute, and it’s against the rules.” You pull your hand away, “Felix Felicis takes six months to brew.”
“Thank you, (Y/n), I mean it.” He says.
“I’ll see you before the quidditch game on Saturday to give you the dosage so that you don’t kill yourself.” You give him a smile, “I want my notebook back after you win the game.”
“Sounds like a deal.”
You honestly thought that Finnick Odair had to be one of the most confident quidditch players you’d seen in your life. While everyone else hesitates when it comes to the snitch, he never does. He’s always on top of searching, even if there’s nothing to look for at the moment.
He might think that he doesn’t stand a chance against slytherin’s seeker, but he’s the reason why the hufflepuff team does. If it weren’t for him, they would’ve lost the last game that was played against gryffindor. The gryffindor’s had scored so many points against hufflepuff, and if they’d made another ball through the hoop, they could’ve won the game despite the fact that you guys caught the snitch.
There’s nothing scarier than being neck in neck with points. Gryffindor was behind by ten points, and right when they went to make another score, Finnick caught the snitch, letting you win by ten whole points. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a game that bad in a long time.
Besides, it’s not necessarily Finnick’s fault, it’s his teammates that are a bunch of dead weight. If they could block the hoops like they’re supposed to, then there wouldn’t be any close calls.
That’s why you’ve decided not to give him the potion. 
Finnick comes around the corner, and you immediately reach into your bag to grab the vial of pumpkin juice you dyed to look like Felix Felicis. You don’t think he’s seen a genuine bottle in his life, but you wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t call you out for it.
“Hey,” He breathes, shaking his hands to get the nerves out. They’re supposed to play any minute now.
“Hey.” You smile, carefully pouring a tablespoon’s worth of pumpkin juice. He takes it from you, making a face as he downs it. And just in case he’s done his research, you pour him one more spoonful.
“Doesn’t taste very good.” He murmurs.
“I could’ve told you that.” You laugh, “Got a breath mint?”
“No time, I’m going to be smelling on the field anyway.” He pulls out the galleons from his pocket, dropping them into your hand, triple the payment, just like you asked. When he wins the game tonight, you’ll give it back and tell him the truth. “When does it take effect?”
“You should feel it soon.” You shrug, “I’ve never taken it myself, but that’s what everyone else says. You should get back to the field.”
“Will you be watching?”
“Yeah, I’ll be sitting with Annie and them. I’m sure you’ll see us.” You nudge him to get walking, “We’ll be cheering you on. Good luck!”
“Thank you!” He waves, and then jogs off.
You drop the galleons into your back, cap the pumpkin juice, and then head for the stands, where you’ll be sitting for the next few hours. At the top of the staircase, you find your friends, who have chosen front row seats to ensure they’ll be able to see you.
As soon as you sit down, Annie is turning to you, “You better hope that he wins, he’ll be pissed if he finds out. I’ve been hearing the slytherins are planning to be aggressive today.”
“They’re always aggressive. And he doesn’t need luck.” You hold onto your bag tighter, “I believe in him.”
The game starts when Professor McGonagall throws the ball into the air. The balls and the quidditch players are nothing but a blur as they zip around. As promised by Annie, the slytherin’s aren’t even trying to hide the fact that they’re borderlining breaking the rules.
From the very moment the game starts, you’re on the edge of your seat. The quidditch commentator keeps everyone up to date with the score because the balls are flying back and forth. The scores are continuously going up, without a hint of slowing down. The hufflepuffs will be in a fifty point lead, and then the slytherins will pull moves you haven’t seen before, and then they’re in the lead.
You don’t think you’ve ever been so into a quidditch game before. All the other times you got bored halfway through and opted to go brew potions to catch up on orders. You guess it’s different now, because it’s personal. You just shorted Finnick Odair out of liquid luck, and if he loses, he’ll know it, too.
He’s already acting differently out there, he’s doing more than he usually would, and it’s helping his teammates keep consistent, while he searches for the snitch. Hufflepuff is currently at a seventy point lead, if they caught the snitch now, you’d win. However, neither team has even seen the snitch yet.
Hufflepuff scores another ten points, and you watch as a few of the slytherin players share a look, which is the sign they’ve given each other to step up their game. It seems as if Hufflepuff has caught onto it, though, because it’s a tough match. The bludgers are hit back and forth at players, nearly causing several concussions. And no matter how many times they throw the quaffle, it never makes it past the hoops.
This goes on for thirty minutes, everyone is getting increasingly frustrated, which means that the game needs to be ended before someone actually ends up getting hurt. You can see Finnick searching, and then his head suddenly darts to the left, and he takes off.
“Yes!” You cheer, getting to your feet to peer over the stands. This causes the whole crowd to follow you, realizing that Finnick could win the hufflepuffs the cup.
Finnick chases the snitch in between stands, around the hoops, under beams. He disappears several times, and comes back, still pursuing the snitch. The slytherin seeker has caught onto this, and he tries to keep up with Finnick’s pace, but Finnick’s always been persistent.
The slytherin seeker gets too close, Finnick slams his foot into the girls’ broom, sending her spiraling away into the tarp that covers the stands. While she tries to recover from this setback, Finnick has gained another inch on the snitch.
When suddenly, he reaches forward, and grabs it.
“Hufflepuff has secured the snitch!” The commentator roars over the microphone, “The game has ended! Hufflepuff wins with four hundred points, while slytherin loses with two-hundred and fifty!”
Everyone in your section erupts into noise, celebrating Hufflepuff’s win. There’s cheering, a few stray whistles, clapping and stomping to show pride. Finnick finds you in the crowd, and points at you.
You laugh, and then turn to Annie, shaking her shoulder, “I told you!”
“I’m sorry for doubting you.” She mutters.
“I’ll see you in a few, we should go get butterbeers.” You tell her, starting down the aisle, “You know, to celebrate.”
“Let’s meet at the fountain!” She shouts, you give her a thumbs up.
You’re one of the first people out of the stands, allowing you to get to the bottom much faster. You can be in there forever, taking it one step at a time because people like to fuck around on the staircase.
The quidditch players have already cleared the field, so you hurry to go and find Finnick before you lose your chance. You’re sure that they’re all going to go and hang out together to celebrate, and you won’t be able to speak to him alone until tomorrow. It isn’t that big of a deal, but you’re sure the guilt’s got to be kicking in at any minute.
A hand grabs your wrist, yanking you back. You turn to shout, expecting it to be an angry slytherin, but you’re met face to face with Finnick, who’s as pale as a sheet.
“I shouldn’t have taken that.” He mutters, you look behind you to make sure no one’s coming before pushing him behind a corner to talk to him. 
“Finnick—”
“What was I thinking? What if they find out?” He runs a hand through his hair. His breath still smells like pumpkin juice. And he wasn’t wrong when he said that he’d smell, he needs a shower.
“Listen to me—” You start.
“Why would you sell that to me?” He asks.
“Finnick!” You grab his arms, “It wasn’t Felix Felicis, I lied to you.”
He stares at you for a long second, blinks once, and then his eyebrows push inward, “What?”
“I gave you dyed pumpkin juice, I didn’t give you the real thing.” You tell him, reaching into your bag to pull out what he paid you. You take his hand and drop the galleons into his palm, “I’m not stupid enough to break the rules like that.”
He shakes his head, “You gave me pumpkin juice? What if I lost?”
You beam, “I knew you could do it without the luck, Finnick. You’re a talented seeker, you don’t need potions to win games. Did you see yourself out there? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play better!”
Finnick laughs, “A placebo effect.”
“No, your true potential!” You smile, “I’m sorry for lying to you, but I couldn’t go through with it.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Do you have any plans?”
“Yeah, Annie and I are going to go to the Three Broomsticks.”
“Would you mind if I joined you?” He asks.
You shake your head, “No, I wouldn’t.”
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My headcanons for Severus Snape aka my Pookie Bear Schnookums. (A lot of them)
Keep in mind these are just MY personal headcanons. You do not have to agree.
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- prefers fruit candies over chocolate, though he does like dark chocolate every now and then
- maintains a very organized hygiene routine and is the epitome of self-care (He brushes his teeth after every meal, flosses, showers every day, and even uses the occasional moisturizer. Taking care of himself does not make him less of a man.)
- one of his favorite past times is sitting with a book (specifically muggle books) by the fireplace in his personal quarters, especially on rainy days
- sleeps with lots of blankets and wears pajama pants to bed with a t shirt, but then complains how he is always hot at night (He never changes the sleeping pattern however. The warmth is comforting.)
- Has a soft spot for muggle music, sometimes he will go to a muggle record shop and buy some. (he fancies The Smiths, Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana, Radiohead, basically loves all music genres except country, he finds it annoying)
- visits his mother's grave as often as he can and tells her about his day, the good and the bad
- he became a teacher because he genuinely wanted to inform the youth, hoping to educate them for the future. He may be a cold man, but he isn't heartless.
- He doesn't have favorite students, he doesn't agree with that ideology. He may have 'least favorite students' but he would never choose a 'most favorite'. He does not like how Professor Slughorn has the 'Slug Club'.
- He actually deeply cared about Harry Potter, but was afraid to step into his life as he was scared something would happen to him like his parents, leaving Harry alone again.
- When he finds out a student has a learning disability or a personal issue, he will look into said issue and figure out how to help to the best of his ability.
- He cuts his own hair sometimes, but usually McGonagall will tidy it up.
- He hates bananas. There is no explanation, he just doesn't like them.
- If he sees a student being bullied, he intervenes instantly. He doesn't want to see another kid go through what he did.
- He is very close with McGonagall, but also, Hagrid. Sometimes he will go down to his hut and ask for some help gathering ingredients for potions (like venom, blood, essence, etc.),then he will make small talk and ask if there are any animals Hagrid is currently nurturing. Sometimes it will peak his interest.
- His favorite colors are purple and green, he likes how they look together.
- He ISN'T transphobic/homophobic. He is actually very accepting. He doesn't care about sexuality or identity, he just cares about who you are morally as a person.
- He smells like pine, eucalyptus, and spearmint constantly but, in the fall he smells of warm apple cider with a hint of clove.
- He brushes his hair a lot
- He has muggle clothing, but he never wears them on/near school grounds, god forbid a student sees him in casual wear.
- Sometimes he has a hard time getting out of bed in the morning. He will sit on his bed and practice breathing, calming his mind. He will make a mental list of things to do to 'get ready for the day'. Once the list is done, he feels a lot better.
- As previously hinted, he loves apple cider. He's practically obsessed with it. He only drinks it in the fall though. He thinks it makes it taste better. And he uses mulling spices with fresh apple juice, not fake stuff.
- During the holidays, he will always get a gift for every one of his staff members. If he overhears of a student going through a particularly bad time with their family or something of the like, he will get them one too. Not a huge gift, but something nice, like a box of sweets.
- He usually doesn't get many gifts during the holidays, only the occasional pair of mittens or new potion set. People think he isn't a materialistic person, which he isn't, but he wishes people would at least give a card. He never got presents growing up.
- He always has room for dessert after a meal
- His monotone voice is not from lack of interest, it's just his natural tone of voice. He hates it too, as it's one of the reasons he was bullied growing up.
- He doesn't smile much because he isn't sure when you should smile. He doesn't know when it's appropriate. So, instead, he'll give a little smirk or a chuckle. He's insecure of his smile as well.
- If he has a song stuck in his head, he'll tap his feet underneath his desk and hum along. He's very discreet about it though.
- One of his secret talents is playing guitars, he doesn't do it often, but he's actually good at it.
- He doesn't raise his voice much even when he's angry, because it reminds him of his father. He doesn't like yelling.
- His favorite flower is NOT A LILY! He actually really likes daisies and dandelions. People consider them to be "weeds" as they can take over people's lawns, but growing up he had a garden that his mother used to tend to. However, she let the grass and flowers around it turn into overgrowth. She took Severus out there one day to harvest some carrots, and he asked "Mom, why do you let all of the grass and weeds grow every where?" And she replied "Dear boy, there is no such thing as weeds. They are simply wild flowers that grow in unwanted places. All they want is to grow and to live. Just like us."
- He keeps/maintains a garden at his house in honor of his mother, and he let's the wildflowers take over.
- He has a guest bedroom, but no one ever visits him.
NSFW:
- He is definitely a top/dom, but he CAN be a sub. However, he doesn't find it as fun.
- He does not have that high of a sex drive. He doesn't NEED to have sex. If he fell in love with someone who didn't want to have sex that often, or even at all, he would be perfectly fine with that. Because sex doesn't define a real relationship. Love does.
- He has never and will never partake in looking at pornographic material. He finds it extremely uncomfortable and disgusting, especially how much of it is violence towards women. Also, he believes sexual relations like that should be private and intimate.
- He is very vocal in bed, as he wants his partner to know he is enjoying it as well.
- Always makes a safe word before anything sexual.
- He always gives aftercare no matter what.
- He is extremely kinky, let's just say that.
- Loves roleplay
- He is very big on foreplay because he doesn't want his partner to not be pleasured correctly or feel 'unready'. He always wants his partner to be comfortable and happy.
- He loves being called sir/professor and SOMETIMES daddy. Though, he prefers the first two most of all.
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aludraslytherin · 2 months
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Reason why we can hate Snape but still like Barty, Evan, and Regulus
We have canon info on Snape, we know that he willingly joined Voldy-Moldy, he just left *after* he gave the noseless b!tch the profecy that *he* discovered only because of his unhealthy obsession with Lily. He bullied kids, he bullied his 'lOvE oF HiS LiFe' ' son, he is Nevilles *worst fear*, the same boy that got his parents t0rture to insanity by Bellatrix !
But for our Slytherin Skittle/Pantheon, we know basically nothing ! Exept about Barty, that he, long story short, did this to piss of his abuse father that put him under the impero charm for a whole ass *decade*, and that he also participated to the t0rture of Neville's parents (that I do not condeme ! t0rture is bad if they are innocent people !) But we also know that he treated Nevilee right when he was Moody, he teached the students how to resist the Imperius curse, he was with Remus the best DADA teacher Harry's generation actually had ! So, yes bad guy indeed. But not fully a bad guy. Extremely morally grey. But not a piece of shit like Snape.
Evan Rosier. We only know that he died giving Moody the loss of a leg and an eye, and... That's all. We don't know his hogwarts house, we don't know shit about him. So for all we know, he could have been forced into being a death eater. Because, let's recap. He is a Rosier, a pure blooded family that is closed to the Black family, since Druella, Bellatrix's mother, married Cygnus. So they are obviously for the 'Dark Lord' BS. And we know that these families are not above forcing kids into their agenda. So, Evan ? we can fancy him.
Ah. Time for our dear Reggie. Regulus Arcturus Black, that we know about... Nothing. What we do know : he loves Kreacher, he went vigilente, he was the yougest DE until Draco became one at 16, he tries to find the Horcruxes, he was in the Quidditch team, and the Slug Club, he was a great student and potioneer, and Sirius qualified him as a stupid boy that 'believed his parents'. Okay so that means that he was a death eater willingly ! But, oh wait ! Sirius ran away at 16 ! So he doesn't know if his little brother *actually* became a death eater willingly or not. I think that our Reggie could have choose to be one, so Sirius could be as safe as someone can be at that time, but clearly, he wasn't following Voldy's BS. Because you know what ? Knowing about Horcruxes takes *time* and ressources, and books, you don't wake up one day and say 'well, why not find that locket located [...]' ! Ehh... No we don't. So he had to be against Voldy *before* he mistreated Kreacher, which, to people, is the only reason he wanted to defeat the so called dArK LoRd.
That was my ted talk, thanks for reading me, and please, if you don't agree, don't attack me, just explain your pov calmly and nicely, with respect, thank you !
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lily0evans0gf · 4 months
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Snape: Welcome to the “Fuck Sirius Black Club”. I’m the president, and for our new members, we’ll start the meeting by listing reasons we hate Sirius Black
Remus: Wait, no- I think I’ve misunderstood-
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