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June 29th, 1985

London

Weirdly enough, as he let his body move to the chants and shouts and let himself be transported by the crowd, Sirius thought about his mother. Walburga had after all always been adamant that pride was a virtue, a virtue Sirius was extremely lacking in, given the fact he couldn't care less about the family history, or even less about their allegiance to the pureblood rethoric. But now the war was over, Walburga was dead along with most of the people who shared her ideas and Sirius's favourite thing actually turned out to be pride. Well, Pride with a capital P, to be precise.

He looked around at the crowd, the people smiling, chanting, even shouting. The people he loved, his people, strangers and friends alike. He spotted Marlene and Dorcas kissing under the cardboard sign they were holding up with COULD'VE VOTED THAT BLOODY WOMAN - CHOSE TO BE A LESBIAN INSTEAD. Peter was almost lost in the middle of a group of towering drag queens, his collection bucket overflowing and a wide grin on his face. James was carefully stirring Lily away from the police while keeping steady on his shoulders a very excited Harry who was sporting a t-shirt with MY UNCLES ARE GAY AND THAT'S OKAY on it. As for Remus, Sirius only had to look at the end of his arm to find him, his fingers interlaced with his, a grin on his face while he was enthusiastically speaking in Welsh with some of the miners marching by their side.

(CW: implied/mentioned alcohol consumption)

“Wait, stop”, Dorcas pulled away, secretly finding it endearing how Marlene’s hands flew away from her shoulders the moment she said the word.

But she was flushed, her eyes her blown wide and dark, almost pleading. Dorcas reckoned she must not look any better herself.

“Why are you doing this?”, Dorcas said hoarsely. They were tucked away into an alcove, half-shielded by a curtain, the thrum of the Gryffindor after party pulsing distantly in the background.

“Doing..?”, Marlene’s brow furrowed in confusion, and Dorcas wondered how she could be so thick in a moment like this. Then again they were both fairly drunk.

She gestured vaguely between them until realization dawned on Marlene’s face.

“Snogging you?”, she said incredulously, then her tone grew more hesitant, almost hurt, “D’you… not want to?”.

No, I do. That’s the problem. “Why here?”, Dorcas whispered, “Why now?”. These past few weeks their relationship was becoming less tense.

Less based on mutual loathing, and more… Whatever was underneath. A passed water bottle at practice, glances across the classroom, a nod in the hallway.

Dorcas never let herself hope. But now they were smushed together in a corner, faces warm from more than the firewhiskey. And there had been a lot of firewhiskey.

So how could she know Marlene wanted this? How could she—“Because you make me feel like I’m losing my mind”.

Marlene’s words stole any of the air between them, but she went on, “It’s stupid, and you’re beautiful, and I’m a coward”.

“What?”, Dorcas said after a beat. This was not how she expected this to go.

“I think I’m just pissed enough to say it once,” Marlene looked terrified but somehow also determined, “If you want a reason, I’ll give you any you want. That I’m bored, or I’m doing this to brag, or I’m drunk”.

She took a deep breath, “But Gods.. I just want you”, Dorcas heart clenched when Marlene’s voice began to crack, “So could you blame me for taking the only chance I’ll ever ge—“,

Dorcas hands fisted greedily at the collar of Marlene’s shirt, her lips moving against her own bruising and inpatient.

For once it didn’t occur to her that her friends were probably around the corner, or what any of this would mean in the morning, or the hexes that would be thrown at her across the Quidditch pitch if anyone knew.

The reaction I had to this ask was diabolical. I actually love asks like these oh my flipping god and about HER too?? STOPPP I’m eating good tonight

• right, I feel like she’d definitely have an grungy approach to makeup. Black eyeliner, paler features, thin brows and a dark lip, either red or brown. Her nose contour would be sharp and smooth, and she’d have a greyish tone for the contour too. Glitter everywhere!! She’d have the eyeliner but then cover the rest of her eyelid with glitter too, sometimes it’d be different colours but most of the time, it’d be silver

I’m talking something like this:

• she’d wear this for her day to day makeup and when she’d go clubbing, she put on some extra glitter and change her lip colour if she didn’t want to do anything else

• HOWEVER, when she wanted to go full out or if she was a bit bored, she’d have the most intricate makeup ever. I’m talking swirls in different colours, stars drawn on, glitter, gems, you name it she’s doing it.

I’m talking like this:

• she’d do it for any reason she can find and if she’s in the mood she’ll lock in and do it all fancy for clubbing or parties

• makeup is definitely her favourite form of expression she spent time perfecting it and still tries every day to improve on it.

But it’s Remus throwing stones at Sirius’ window under the pouring rain after their situationship fell through and he realizes Sirius is the actual love of his life.