Lily "when Pigs Fly, Potter!" And James "wingardium Leviosa, Evans"

we don't talk enough about how lily had a deer for a boyfriend. I've... been having thoughts

Do you have any headcanons about Wizarding cultural norms and stereotypes?

I love how your brain works ❤️❤️

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️ My brain is mostly fuelled by tea and spite, but it does try. So I love thinking about cultural quirks and here are some of my hcs:

1. Table manners look very different in old wizarding families.

Especially the ones who look down on Muggle etiquette. In some of the oldest families, you eat off a trencher and don’t necessarily use a fork. And there’s a cloth slung over your left shoulder, like in Elizabethan or Tudor times (I still have a bit of Wolf Hall brain rot), that you use to wipe your hands.

2. Birth charts are taken extremely seriously.

Almost every magical child has a birth chart drawn up the day they’re born. St. Mungo’s has an entire department that does this, because it’s considered that important. People absolutely reference their charts in daily life.

3. Wand funeral rites are non-negotiable.

Wands are either buried with the person or ritualistically burnt when someone passes. It’s seen as really bad luck to keep or use a dead person’s wand. A wand goes with its person. Keeping it is taboo and viewed with deep suspicion.

4. The concept of pure-blood varies by culture.

The British definition is very specific, but it’s not universal. Other magical cultures define purity differently. In some places, it’s about the continuity of magical teaching. In others, it doesn’t exist at all as a social category.

5. Family sashes are worn at weddings and then exchanged.

Each member of the wedding party wears their family colours. After the vows, the sashes are exchanged as a gesture of unity and joining. It matters deeply in old magical families and is considered one of the most symbolic parts of the ceremony.

6. Weddings are not white.

In most old magical families, white is considered a colour for mourning. Wedding garments are typically gold, deep red, forest green, or midnight blue. Gold is especially traditional in Mediterranean magical families.

7. Pregnancy is considered a prophetically potent time.

Pregnant witches are often believed to be more magically attuned. It’s common to visit a dream seer during the second trimester — someone trained to interpret the dreams of the expectant mother.

8. First movement is marked with a fire spell.

When the unborn child first kicks or moves, it’s tradition to light a fire with a spell cast by the pregnant witch herself. Then that fire is kept burning until the child is born.

9. You never point your wand at the sky unless you’re making an oath.

It’s an old tradition, possibly Celtic in origin, that raising your wand skyward invokes the elements as witness. Children are warned against it as strongly as they’re warned against Unforgivables. To the sky means a vow, and it is expected to be honoured.

10. Certain flowers are magically significant and avoided indoors.

Lilies are considered death flowers. They are used in soul-anchoring rites during funerals. Forget-me-nots are essential in memory magic and shouldn’t be handled while drinking or before exams. Poppies, used to dull magical pain, are never left near a wand overnight. It’s said they dull a wand’s magical firepower.

11. You don’t write a person’s name in red ink.

Across most wizarding cultures, this is considered deeply disrespectful. Red ink is used in blood pacts, contract severances, and formal magical excommunication. Writing someone’s name in red is a symbolic disowning. Teachers correct essays in green or purple.

12. Family portraits are part of the household warding.

Hanging a portrait of a deceased relative strengthens the home’s protective magic. In older families, these portraits are passed down. Some serve as sentries. Some offer advice or judgemental comments about you.

Remus Lupin and Lily Evans, 1979

Eventually, Peter just got... so... sick ... and ... tired... ...of Sirius coming over to show him every single new modification to the motorbike.

speaking of…

(see here to understand)

just imagining durmstrang!sirius and slytherin!marlene dueling after he finds out she’s responsible for his brother’s death and marlene thinking he is a fully turned death eather uff…

them thinking they dueling but actually they taking their grief out on each other? 😮‍💨

this is so sweet! 🖤 I NEED MORE.

(also i snorted at sirius lame excuse)

i need more on hades/persephone blackinnon and the whole padfoot situation that makes them fall in love.

It's just something small I wrote some time ago, small but silly:

The God of the underworld has been escaping the underground these days quite often. His brother, the God of shadows and dark, has found it in him to be of use lately. Sirius, taking the form of a wild beast with a very lavish fur, walked among the fields of flowers claimed by no other than the Goddess of harvest and agriculture, resting under the shadows of an elm tree. 

There, amongst the smell of pollen and flowers that tickled his nose, and the breeze that cuddled his fur, his eyes rested on the carelessly charming daughter of the Goddess of harvest. She shared the mesmerizing field– that Sirius could only dream to see in the underground– with her mother.

Marlene. 

Marlene passed her afternoons near the elm tree, taking care of her own little garden.

After Marlene had noticed the strangely huge black dog, he had been invited to be apart of her routine.

Sirius found himself escaping the realm of the dead, and joining Marlene in her gardening in his dog form until dawn. 

Marlene was a strange Goddess. She had her mothers beauty. Slightly tanned skin with white short hair, cherry lips, and piercing big brown eyes. She treated Sirius with wine -the Lord of the underworld had no idea why she would treat dogs with wine-, from the help he did in the garden, and he was also privileged to have the gift of Marlene liking very much to talk to dogs. 

It took Marlene a full moon cycle to know that the dog she had been carrying around was none other than the Lord of The Dead. 

While Sirius had waited for the woman to come, he had fallen asleep.

A graze of freezing to touch fingertips woke him up, and suddenly Sirius found himself face to face with her. 

“It’s you!” she let out a breath. 

Sirius snapped his head down, noticing that he was in his human form. He looked down on his gray-ish hands, and black clothing, cursing at them. “I have to go–”

“Wait–”

Marlene grabbed his wrist, “Why are you going?”

“Well, someone has to ensure that the dead won’t lose their way,” Sirius replied in a hurry to leave and escape the whatever he thought he needed to escape. "My realm can be quite difficult to navigate. A lot of right turns," he tried.

Marlene snorted and lifted her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that helping the dead find their road was the God of underworld’s duty–”

“Of co–”

“-besides, if they haven’t lost their way so far they will be alright, won’t they?” Marlene grinned. 

Sirius looked down on Marlene’s grin, and up to her dilated brown eyes. “You’re not scared of me?” 

Realization seemed to hit the woman's eyes, “I would be, Lord of Dead,” she beamed, “if I hadn’t taken care of a drunken dog that seemed to be you, no? Not two Suns before? I’m afraid I've passed being scared of you, Lord."

“Oh. Oh." Sirius chuckled. “Well, I suppose you’re right.” He finally relaxed his shoulders, and leaned on the tree, deciding that he might not leave yet. 

“Does it scare you?” Marlene asked. 

Sirius lifted an eyebrow, amused. It had been a long time since someone asked him of fear. “What?”

“That I’m not afraid of you?” Marlene leaned on the tree as well, looking down on her garden. 

Sirius grinned. “No. Not at all.”

The day marauders fans stop mischaracterising Regulus, Barty, and Evan by treating them like they’re innocent little babies who “had no choice” is the day i’ll rest peacefully.

“kreacher lives to serve the noble house of black” same kreacher me too

Harry and Ginny are gazing into each other's eyes

Alright, I was planning to post a holiday-themed question today, but I forgot it's Christmas Eve tonight😭

i think walburga and orion were more than content leaving cygnuss up to the task of carrying on the family name, but then he started to have only daughters and they went “oh shit”