i love how maggie writes about death and grief. i felt so understood with that one simple and short chapter in bllb, after persephone's death, blue's first experience with that feeling. when she goes "it shouldn't happen like this, without a ceremony, without a warning, with someone i love so much, and ive known for so long. it shouldn't happen in a irreversible minute, just like that, and then its over". i FELT that. that's exactly how it feels. you dont have to make it dramatic or desperate, just that. and then, "from now on, that'll be forever two blues: the one before it, that didn't believe in death, and the one after it, who does"
James – You never did tell me where Lily was
Sirius – I’m aware
James – Marlene doesn’t know where she is either
Sirius – pretty standard, Red is beholden to no one.
but have you ever had someone leave a comment with a paragraph-long review of your fanfic containing genuine praise, thorough criticism, and an in-depth analysis of all the lore hints you dropped that you spent ages intricately crafting
"Harry described how the figures that had emerged from the wand had prowled the edges of the golden web, how Voldemort had seemed to fear them, how the shadow of Harry's father had told him what to do, how Cedric's had made its final request. At this point, harry found he could not continue." - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
@jilytoberfest @jilymicrofics - 337 words - Week 2 Prompt:
Smoke
“I am finished.”
“You're not.”
“McGonagall is going to take my Head Girl badge away.”
Lily was looking straight ahead, and if the circumstances had been different he would have thought that she was just enjoying the view from the Astronomy tower, but she was avoiding his gaze.
“Oh, come on, she only saw you smoke, and she didn't say a word. And, she's seen me doing worse things.”
She shook her head. “You should have seen the look on her face! And it's different, James... No offence, but you're not risking much. You're a pureblood.”
“McGonagall isn't.”
Her head turned so fast that he was afraid she got whiplash. “What?”
“Her dad's a muggle. And you know she doesn't care about that stuff. It's our first week back and you're just nervous, I get it, but you're overthinking this. Plus, it's not like it was, you know... pot,” he whispered the last word, shooting her a knowing look.
“I don't know what you're referring to.”
She had a great poker face, he had to admit it.
“Mmh. I probably just dreamt that you were high as a hippogriff this summer at my house.”
“Yes.”
“And I must have imagined you trying to ride Sirius's bike, right?”
The left corner of her mouth turned up, and a dimple appeared. “You have a creative mind, what can I say?”
“Lily,” he admonished her.
“James,” her chin high in defiance, a challenge in her eyes.
He raised one eyebrow, and that was all it took to break both of them. Her laugh was loud and bright, and she had regained that mischievous glint in her eyes.
He recovered first and, still smiling, leaned on the railing again, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
“You know, I broke into Minnie's office once. I'm 96% sure she has a secret stash of catnip and if she catches you while you're high, I'll get that for you so you can blackmail her.”
So you know the headcanon that wizards with animagus forms start to do things like their animals? Like if you shone a flashlight into James’s face it would make him literally deer in the headlights. (McGonagall definitely caught the boys at one point during a late night snack run by just accidentally shining her wand a little too close to James and he just froze.) Or I think Peter just started adding more and more cheese to his foods. But as for Sirius, I think that he just gradually began to chase after anything that someone throws until he will literally drop everything—no matter how important—to go chase it. Remus finds this hilarious.