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sirius.

he despised to be  PREDICTABLE.  the thought of someone coming looking for him here and  finding him  set the taste of copper on his tongue.  he had a particular talent for making himself disappear  –––––––––––  a skill learned out of  NECESSITY,  one he truly never asked to possess.  (  13 grimmauld place was four walls where being able to vanish  &  stay vanished was not an unuseful talent.  )  but one that he had,  nonetheless.  nobody ever to be able to find him when it wasn’t exactly what he wanted ;  but maybe that’s what happened when you let down your guard,  let people in.  they knew where to find you in the middle of the night when you’re not in bed.  maybe that wasn’t predictability,  maybe it wasn’t a  terrible thing.  (  he couldn’t know for sure.  )   his gaze travels briefly to james.  he’s rarely one to have such  TROUBLE  sleeping.  it doesn’t fit sirius entirely to lie awake at night ;  worrying,  wondering.  (  he is not the worrier ;  he’s the warrior.  )  he’d far more likely stay up all night with company,  or go out for a smoke.  this is what he is posing as,  sirius going out for a smoke.  not sirius who  COULDN’T SLEEP.  he gives up on trying to tame his hair,  letting it fall where it may.  (  just above his shoulders.  )  ❛  wanted a smoke.  ❜  

oh, but if you asked james potter: is sirius black predictable? he would laugh in your face, he’d scoff and look at you in complete bewilderment. in fact, he’d ask you if you’d ever actually met the bloke. oh no. not at all. sirius was anything but predictable. however, after six years of friendship, james liked to think he had an understanding of sirius; a radar that suggested when sirius was struggling, or when he needed help, or when he needed to be alone. it was one of the perks of being a best mate. ( and besides, this was hardly the first place the chaser had looked before stumbling upon his restless friend. ) he allows the silence to settle over them like a shroud, like his cloak, draped over their shoulders and pooling in the space between them, leaking out over the edge of the tower. silence has never particularly bothered james; at least, not when it comes to sirius. -- and remus and peter, for that matter. none of the boys were particularly vocal about their feelings, and sometimes silence is the only way to truly acknowledge the churning in their stomachs, the cacophony of sounds in their brains, the way their insides rattled. sometimes, silence was all they had. with a shrug of his shoulders, he accepts sirius’s reasoning, unsure whether or not it’s entirely true, but completely willing to accept it as gospel either way. “ fair enough, mate. --- couldn’t sleep anyway. pete’s snoring and it’s driving me up the wall. ” once again, he allows the silence to leak into the space around them, hoping against hope that sirius knows he can be honest --- if he wants to. james watches as the smoke dances from the tip of sirius’s cigarette, across the short space, and into the air in front of his face.

a brief glance over his shoulder at sirius suggests that the boys might have to get comfy, and so james takes the opportunity to shift his position so that his back rests against the stone wall, while one leg still hangs freely over the edge, the other comes up to the boy’s chest, now a useful prop for an elbow. “ d’you mind if i nick one? ” he asks, patting the almost-empty pockets of his pyjama trousers in vain, and coming up empty, save for the eleven inches of mahogany, six or seven of which were protruding from the not-quite-deep-enough pocket in question. before sirius can even answer, another question tumbles from james’s mouth, his hands tucking further up into the sleeves of his jumper. “ you cold? ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | sirius. #honey pls you're absolutely fab okay ???? #i'm still rusty w/ this prongs stuff #so once again pls forgive~~ #x_x rip me

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mary.

gently freckled arms bend over her chest, and she faces him fully (trouble, she knows, has wild hair and a name to remember). “ i think YOU’RE up to no good, ” she results, nose turned up just so as though she actually SMELLED the pending stench he held close to his chest.

slowly, the potter boy raised an eyebrow, whilst all the while attempting to maintain an expression of pure, unadulterated innocence. “me??” his tone reflected his faux innocence perfectly, and he batted his eyelashes softly in addition. “oh NO, mary love. i’m confiscating these. y’know. head boy and all.”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | mary. #anytime sweet pea!!

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emmeline.

“The baron – how did I not think of that? We turn the baron against him – we could wage a mini war between them– Peeves will be forced to go into hiding–” he eyes widening as a smile crept at her lips, “James – you’re bloody brilliant –”

as she praised him, the signature potter smirk danced across his features, settling into its usual spot lazily, not unlike a cat. “well, that’s not news to ANYONE. ----- but cheers!! i’m here all year,” he replied, shooting a wink in her direction as he rubbed his hands together mischievously. “peeves is gonna bloomin’ hate us.”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | emmeline.

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rita.

she was FRUSTRATED, having tossed her wand to the other side of the table she was sitting at and fingers d r u m m i n g against the wood in a restless manner. rita had never been good in charms, but it was a subject so basic and important, that she had not dared dropping it. IN STEAD, she just found herself practising for hours even though it felt USELESS, and it left her annoyed and frustrated.

      “ okay, fuck it. i’m giving up. ” pause. “ listen, i have two bottles of wine and  i don’t feel like drinking alone, but i do feel like drinking. convince me why i should share that second bottle with you and i’ll definitely consider it. ”

a dark eyebrow raised, slipping under the fringe of unruly hair, as the boy glanced in the direction of the blonde, her sudden outburst a surprising, but not unwelcome, distraction from his potions homework ( the one he had already missed the deadline for twice, and daren’t risk missing it again, despite slughorn’s generally easygoing attitude in regard to the new head boy ). one ink-slathered digit prodded the circular spectacles further up his nose as he made assessed the current situation; rita’s wand tossed carelessly across the table, the suggestion of alcohol; he didn’t need to be good at arithmancy to put two and two together and realise that it was probably a BAD idea.

-------but when had james potter ever shied away from a bad idea?? “i mean, i’m not really a WINE kinda guy, but if you’re offering...” he grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye as he flipped his potions book closed. “anyway. you and me BOTH know i’m a hoot, so it’s mutually beneficial all ‘round.”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | rita. #sorry this is late bub !! #<3

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iiiiiiiiif you’re drowning in college work and you’re bloody exhausted clap ya hands ((((((clap, clap)))))) i’m working on some replies now; what i don’t get to, i’ll do tomorrow, i promise. i’m so so sorry :c <3333333

edit: okay, i have two more replies (and a couple of messages to reply to) but i’m almost literally dead, and i gotta pass out. i’ll be here tomorrow though, and i’ll get shit done, i prom I S E pls don’t h8 me ily guys

#( ♈. the buck behind the buck. ) | bucky.

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mary.

slender eyebrow knit fiercely; “ are you— what ARE you doing? ”

there’s a beat, two beats of hesitation during which he calculates his response, eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. “what do you THINK i’m doing?” admittedly, with the dung-bombs barely hidden by his cloak, there isn’t much room left for guessing, but james potter is nothing if not optimistic.

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | mary. #apologies for how late this is! #gently throws my trash son @ ur lil peach

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emmeline.

“Ink pellets. He chucked ink pellets at me – I was nearly splattered in ink, if I had poor reflexes, I’d be coated in blue ink right now. James, do you know how hard it is to get ink out of a shirt? And yes, I know there are charms for that, but no it’s the principle of it – I want him to go down. I want him to go down bad”

a sheepish grin creeps across james’s features as she describes almost an exact replica of a prank he’s almost certain he played a few years ago. “ how DARE he? ” he responds in mock-horror as she continues to speak. “ well... if you’re absolutely certain. we could always dob him in to the bloody baron. OR we could steal all of his walking sticks and send the bugger into a right tizzy. ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | emmeline. #pls pls you're too good to me <3

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sirius.

&  it’s too late for him to be out of bed.  legs dangling off the edge of the astronomy tower,  sirius rests back on his elbows,  right hand free to palm a cigarette.  MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,  the stars are incredibly visible over the grounds.  (  smoke curls into a soft cloud above the tree line,  obscuring the view of some.  )  a lock of hair falls over chestnut hues as the wind picks up.  and as he leaves the cigarette betwixt his lips so that he can pull his tresses back,  he’s suddenly aware that there’s another individual taking up space in the tower.  he’s too lazy to turn,  so he nods by way of greeting.  ❛  hey. ❜

it doesn’t surprise james to find his friend up here this late at night, the familiar sight of the thin plume of velvet smoke waltzing into the night sky ( not entirely unlike a patronus ) tells him that it’s safe to take off his cloak. he allows the fabric to slip from his shoulders and collect in a heap at his feet, enabling sirius -- and anybody else who may find them up there -- to detect him. he’s about to step forward and announce his presence when his fellow gryffindor does it for him; the elder black brother always had been a sharp one. james nods in response, despite the fact that sirius has yet to actually turn around and look at him. “ alright, mate? ” he greets easily, with only the faintest hint of hesitation, as he steps up to the edge of the tower and takes a seat, offering a brief, “d’you mind?” as he does so, allowing himself to assume that sirius does not, in fact, mind ( or, at least, not giving him any opportunity to mind ). the chaser leans forward, his hands gripping the edge of the tower as he watches the grounds rather intently as they sleep, the moonlight glinting off the lake almost menacingly. “ bit late, isn’t it, pads? ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | sirius. #gently throws this @ u ??????? #idk ur starter was gr8 though don't u even

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arthur.

Arthur turned to the younger male, as he nodded, he felt slightly bad for not paying attention but at the same time he got distracted at the slightest of things. “Not quite sure, just something one of the muggle students gave me, they said it was broken.” He shrugged, looking at the toy car in his hands, he was wondering if he could charm it move. He slid it over to James. “Muggle toys quite interesting things, I found this slinky thing the other day or at least thats what they called it it sorta rolls down the steps….well it was doing that till it got confiscated.” He shrugged.

               james quickly caught the car and lifted it to eye level, twirling the little toy between his fingers in order to inspect it almost as closely as arthur had. “ is it supposed to do anything? ” he asked in bewilderment, waiting for the wheels to start spinning of their own accord or a puff of smoke to erupt from the exhaust. with an inconclusive shrug, the boy returned the toy to arthur in the same way he had received it; he slid it across the table between them carelessly. “ you what, mate? a slinky? what’s that when it’s at home? ” the news that the toy had been confiscated brought a mischievous glint to the potter boy’s eye as he whispered conspiratorially, “ more importantly, is it worth stealing back? ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | arthur.

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marlene.

         whereas the lioness was bright in most subjects, potions seemed to lay on the opposite part of that scale. her disdain towards their professor may be a factor, but even as she practiced alone during the afternoon, it did not seem to work quite right,  ‘ fuckin’ hell ! ’  the blonde explaimed, dodging the possibly catastrophic smoke which erupted from her culdron. in defeat, she found her stool, a mere grumble leaving her lips;  ‘ bloody potions. ’

               all at once, the wizard skidded into the room, limbs akimbo, a bright grin plastered across his features as soon as he caught sight of the plume of smoke dancing in front of the familiar blonde. “ merlin, marls. you’d think sirius’d been chainsmoking in here. what did you do?? ” as he tentatively wandered closer, craning his neck as he moved, in order to get a look at the disaster currently happening inside her cauldron. in his very best slughorn impression, james added, “ ----let me guess, you added the lacewing flies too early? too many porcupine quills? ooh, no, hang on. you added mandrake root instead of mandrake leaf. tsk tsk, elementary mistake, miss. mckinnon. ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | marlene. #okay sO #headcanon that potions is the one thing that james is like ????? about #like we know he's good at charms and transfiguration and quidditch but w/ potions he's just like ??????? lucky most of the time #so he's 700% bullshitting her here

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fabian.

   “I could kiss you. except, you’re not quite my type.” fabian snickered, a warm wily grin etched into place among his freckled features. “tomorrow. arrogant little blast-ended skrewt that one. said, give it a day to ‘practise’.” fabian rolled his eyes with some faint annoyance. “oi, what am I? a pygmy puff? i’m not about to rat myself out to molls. you’re hardly the only one who’d be hearing about it, and I tell ya’ that ‘stern look’ of hers could wilt the whomping willow.”

               “ frankly, mate, you’re not my type either. but !! it’s the thought that counts, eh? ” the patented potter grin remained a fixed feature upon his face while he threw a wink in the younger boy’s direction. james mirrored the roll of fabian’s eyes, while his grin fizzled into an almost wicked smirk, “ mate, showing that berk who’s boss is gonna make my entire week.” the bespectacled gryffindor listened in amusement as the other spoke about his sister. “ alright, alright, fair point. but if she catches wind of this, i had n o t h i n g to do with it, ‘right? she’ll have my knuts as earrings by sunday. i can just hear her now; how dare you!! ---- teaching my little brother to gamble; who do you think you are, james potter?? ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | fabian. #haha!! get it?? knuts? #i think i'm hilarious bye #also james loves molly he's just being a bit of a git~~

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emmeline.

“Do you think there’s a way to re-kill a poltergeist? I’m seriously considering it–” 

      “ i’m IN!! ----- not that i need an excuse to give the git a bit of aggro, but what’s he done this time?? ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | emmeline. #aggressively shits out this rly bad reply for u even though it's hella late (i'm sorrY!!)

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it’s 1:30 AM and i’m staring at a half-finished reply, and bouncing back and forth between youtube and the dashboard; i gotta get up in five hours, and i still have college work to do i’m calling the police why am i allowed to be a human

why am i like this SOS help rip me

#( ♈. the buck behind the buck. ) | bucky. #tryin' reAL HARD HERE

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pandora.

。.✦ ☾ JAMES. ❜ ( @prongsx )

         。.✦ ☾ “ alright now, james —— i agreed to come out here ‘en shoot some quaffles with you t’day on ONE condition, yeah ? do y’ remember what that condition was ? ” the smile along pandora’s lips was as radiant as the golden stitches that embellished her streamlined quidditch robes, a lone brow quirked as the brightest of laughs danced within the midst of her words. “ it was that you are, under no circumstances, allowed to whinge like a wee bab’ when i beat your cute butt at this & score ‘bout one hundred more goals than you do. ” the cloudless sky blue of her hues gleamed with mirth —— the lioness always had enjoyed teasing james potter. 

            nimble fingers danced along the embossed surface of the wooden quidditch chest ; housed inside being the quaffle that the lionhearted pair would be using today, as well as two bludgers & the famed golden snitch. “ may the best chaser win, jamie potts. ” and with that, pandora lifted the hefty lid of the chest —— but ALAS ! before she would reach inside and retrieve the quaffle ; one of the two B L U D G E R S broke free of it’s bonds, screaming into the sky above … ( ! ) then hurtling back down towards the ground, right in pandora’s direction. in a matter of seconds, pandora had found herself pinned to the ground ; her arms now wrapped around the bludger to stop it from flying free once more. “ ARRESTO MOMENTUM THIS FECKIN’ PIECE OF —— … ! ” she bellowed james’ way, writhing in the grassy soil of the field as the bludger tried to escape her vise. 

          --------- as pandora begun, james listened impatiently, his head shaking as his eyes rolled in their sockets perhaps one too many times as she laid out the ground rules. he wasn’t entirely sure which he resented more; the mere idea of rules, or the insinuation that he was a sore loser. he quickly came to the conclusion, as a wicked gleam flashed in his eyes, that it was neither; it was, in fact, the suggestion that she was going to come anywhere CLOSE to beating him. “ come off it, heels. as IF you’re gonna come anywhere close to beating me, ” he responded casually, one eyebrow raising above his spectacles as he folded strong arms across his chest, his broom now settled easily between the palm of one hand and his chest as a smirk spread across his face like a wildfire. “although... you can come as close to me and my cute bu------- ”

                       suddenly, there was a bludger in the air, and it was hurtling directly towards pandora, which left james barely a second to react as it knocked her to the grass ( where she joined james’s quickly-discarded broom ) and immediately began trying to find a new target. “ oi, i’m trying ; gimme a sec !! ” rushed hands patted the pockets of his robes in search of his wand, which was soon unsheathed and brandished in the direction of the unruly bludger. given james’s particular proficiency with charms, the spell came easily ; as though he were merely commenting on the weather, “ arresto momentum !! ” the bludger’s ferocity vanished almost immediately; like a child being scolded by a parent. the wizard stowed his wand once more and tentatively tiptoed closer, ready to leap away again at any given moment, should the ball suddenly tear free from his friend’s arms. “ ------- you alright?? ” james dragged the wooden chest closer, and crouched beside the blonde, steady hands immediately reaching for the bludger in her clutches.

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | pandora. #headcanon accEPTED !! #i love it yes #of course my trash baby potter would retaliate with a dumb nickname #or; i should say; an equally dumb nickname #i hope this reply was okay by the way!!! #my apologies~~~

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Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.

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fabian.

“right, look, hear me out– twenty sugar quills on the line here. I bet a bloke. I said, look, that person there.. that’s you.. I said, that person there for sure could own you at a proper game of Gobstones. so, please, for the love of merlin tell me you’ll take up the challenge. i’ll split the quills with you, if you win.”

“ mate. you had me at i bet a bloke. i’m in. --- couldn’t’ve picked a better bloke for the job; i’m wicked at gobstones!! ---- honest! ‘sides, i’ve never passed up a challenge yet; never plan to, either. let’s do it. where and when?? ” james beamed from ear to ear at the possibility of a challenge -- and a bet at that?? he rubbed his hands together eagerly and shrugged, “ just don’t tell molly, yeah? don’t think she’s a big fan of gambling and all that. even if it’s just a few sweets; i’d be hearing about it ‘til christmas. ”

#( ♈. the lion's roar echoes in his bones. ) | interactions. #( ♈. interactions. ) | fabian.

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arthur.

“Hi- oh what?” Arthur looked up from a little thing he had been tinkering with, he may have found it just laying in the halls. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” He admitted sheepishly, looking apologetically up at the person.

James’s expression quickly shifted from expectant staring into a somewhat fond grin as he dismissed his previous train of thought, in favour of nodding vaguely in the direction of Arthur’s object. “ Never mind that, mate. What’ve you got there? ” his tone was friendly, reflecting his genuine interest in the boy’s new trinket, as he slipped into the seat opposite him with ease.

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