“What he really wanted was someone like — someone like a parent: an adult wizard whose advice he could ask without feeling stupid, someone who cared about him (…) . And then the solution came to him. It was so simple, and so obvious, that he couldn’t believe it had taken so long — Sirius.” (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)
Sirius, bursting into Regulus's room: At my age, do you know how I'm statistically most likely to die?
Regulus: At the hands of your sibling?
Sirius: An accident.
Regulus: Yeah, it will be an 'Accident'.
Regulus, coming up to Sirius' room before a family dinner: Are you—
Regulus: You're really wearing that?
Sirius, in a crop top and skinny leather trousers: What?
Regulus: That colour is horrible on you.
Sirius: ...
Regulus: *makes a face and leaves*
As someone who does not pay attention to lyrics in songs, I am always afraid someone who does pay attention is going to come along and see my music and be like “why are you listening to songs about kicking orphans and diverting funds from public libraries?” Like, I dunno! That’s news to me! The beat was fresh and the vibes were funky! I lose all knowledge of human language when the drum goes bop bop. I am as surprised and alarmed as you are.
Here’s today’s first messy doodle I made during class.
It’s from the second book, when Mrs. Weasley came outside to scold Ron and the twins after they stole Harry back from the Dursleys.
Doodling helps me follow along :)
I may or may not be in a cult.
Update: I'm definitely in a cult.
Another update: I don't even remember agreeing to this but all my cousins are in, so it shouldn't be that bad.
Okay it's bad, it's bad. It's really bad. Abort.
Googles: How to safely remove yourself from a group of people.
Sirius, come pick me up I'm scared.
Sirius, fuming: NO-ONE PICKS ON MY BROTHER BUT ME!
Sirius: Messing with Reggie is a privilege, not a right.
AN: Harry Potter Fic: holding a handful of flames
4k of rough Regulus Lives fic, in which RAB is somehow held in stasis in the Inferi Lake and is fetched and revived by Kreacher after Walburga’s death (1986 or 1987-ish). I think this was written as a potential FTH auction fic back in 2017, but put aside in favor of focusing on my RAB-centric fic FDITH.
Never posted to tumblr or AO3 before; fic under the cut.
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harry potter, age 11: oh boy! i hope i have fun adventures in the magic world!
harry potter, age 15: time to bring down the fucking government i guess
a full set of kids in the 90s.