He And Uncle Padfoot Were Inseparable.

‘Come on, Ginny’s not bad,’ said George fairly, sitting down next to Fred. ‘Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us.’ ‘She’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking,’ said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books. 'Oh,’ said George, looking mildly impressed. 'Well, that’d explain it.' 

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve.

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sirius is the type of guy who would torment you for doing something he considers reprehensible and then make fun of you for never having done it.

you can never win with him, he’s sirius fucking black.

“i can fix her, i can fix him, i can fix them”

i think we need to work on you first.

OMG BLEUR! There’s a really good fic called The Cursebreaker’s Wife that not only follows their story but also fills the gaps during OotP, highly recommend 💓

Romione and Remadora are the hottest canon couples.

🐠

the eyes, they never lie

lily evans (photographer, james potter’s girlfriend): if it weren’t for marlene i wouldn’t be here, to be honest. she introduced me to them. she was the reason i trusted them. god, the sacrifices she made… for them breaking up was the only thing that made sense at the time, the least they could’ve done.

okay, hear me out…

a story written in interview format where famous rock band ‘marauders’ explain once and for all why they broke up back in 1981 following the dead of, according to the media at the time, a random groupie.

james, remus and peter have all lost contact with lead singer sirius black.

where is he now?

is he still alive?

and who was the groupie and why did it matter so much as to mark the end of such a promising band?

marlene mckinnon’s name will haunt the narrative much as she did when she was alive.

(i blame daisy jones and the six for this and damiano david cover of ‘ella baila sola’ cause don’t tell that isn’t sirius singing about marlene)

Ok, so I lied. Yup. Couldn't wait a whole week 'cause I'm unable to fully concentrate on writing the next chapters if I'm constantly picking and editing the previous one when I know, in my heart, they're ready.

The first two chapters are really short and are a bit like a teaser anyway. You can read them both here.

Y para las lectoras hispano hablantes, estaré publicando la versión en español más tarde durante el día. Intentaré actualizarla al mismo tiempo, pero es posible que en el futuro me desfase por todo el tema de posibles bromas o apodos que tenga que reajustar para coincidir con la versión en inglés.

And that's all I have to say for now, other than I hope I manage to capture your attention ;)

Band on a run!

i don’t trust ai because arthur weasley told me to never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain

ballet academy au | blackinnon edition

—please don’t do this to me, caradoc.

caradoc dearborn was the youngest choreographer in the academy and, as such, desliked being called by any other name than his own.

—for the hundred time, marlene, i didn’t do this to you.

—but i can’t keep dancing with him, he’s unreliable.

—has he drop you?

—no.

—has he shaken when lifting you up?

—no.

—have you been feeling at risk?

—no.

—then i don’t see the issue.

—you know what the issue is. you know him. i can’t relax when i dance with him. he rarely shows up and when he does he’s always late. he never listen or pay attention. we’ll never improve. i’ll never improve with him.

—look, you either learn to work him and value the opportunity or we find you someone on a lower class and you get stuck behind all your peers. your choice.

—that’s not a choice, that’s mostly an ultimatum. either him or stop dancing altogether.

marlene had been complaining to caradoc ever since the first day she was asked to dance with sirius, but she couldn’t stop.

—just be glad you have a choice, mckitten.

marlene tensed up and turned her head abruptly at the sight of sirius.

—don’t call me that.

—hey, i didn’t come up with it.

it was true. marlene had made the mistake of hooking up with a upper classmate last year who then went and told all the boys what had happened between them. before he graduated. the nickname, unfortunately, stuck.

—look, i don’t care what either of you do. dance together or find new people, i couldn’t care less. whatever you choose to do, just make sure your on time for my next class. i’m talking to you, black.

sirius saluted him before caradoc went out the studio.

marlene left in a huff seconds later.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4