maddylovesbooks

1) “i would do sam. he’s dependable.”

2) “who are we talking about i’ve never watched lord of the rings”

3) “THORIN. OAKENSHIELD.”

4) “you know morgoth’s dragon? like the really big one? i forgot his name”

“that would be ancalagon the black. the one who literally crushed a whole ass mountain range when he died”-my answer.

“i want him.”

(glory glory what a hell of a way to die)

“Hey mate, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Remus was utterly focused, nose in his book and mind on his studies. Which made it even more shocking when he looked up to see James Potter, captain of the university rugby team, standing in front of him with an easy, almost apologetic smile on his face. 

“Erm…am I in your spot or something?” he asked, no idea why this boy, who ran in a completely different social circle than him, was speaking to him.

Potter’s eyes flashed with confusion. “What? Er–no! No, I was just…I have a favor to ask you, yeah?”

A favor. This random jock wanted a favor…from him? “Erm…I can try,” he hedged, shrugging. Maybe he wanted tutoring or something. Remus could certainly use the money. 

“You know how you weren’t here yesterday? Like you normally are?” Potter asked, seemingly unaware of how creepy the question was.

Now Remus was a bit scared. Yes, he normally came to the library every day during lunch. And yes, he’d skipped yesterday because he was feeling ill, choosing to instead take a nap between classes. But why did that matter to this random person? “Yes…” he said, wondering if he could ever outrun the athlete. 

“Right. Well here’s the thing. My mate, that one, there?” Potter pointed to another student who was currently in line at the cafe.

Remus instantly recognized him. He tended to be at the library every day around this time, too. Stunning, with long wavy black hair and eyes that pierced across the tired library floor, the boy was a Greek god. Yes, Remus had spent a fair few hours here gazing dreamily at the boy, looking quickly away every time he looked up. But the frequent girls who walked over to talk to him and the rugby jersey he often wore were enough to tell Remus that he didn’t have much of a shot, so he never had approached. “Yes. I see,” he muttered, trying not to blush.

“Great. He’ll kill me if I tell you this but I’m a bit desperate. The only reason he’s been coming here every day is to ogle you, right? And before this semester, his grades were shit. Shit enough that he had to sit out games–we were losing all the time. Now he’s got all passing marks and we’re winning. Not that he isn’t smart!” Potter was quick to clarify. “He’s just…not the most…academically motivated. So anyway…” the boy scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Wow, this sounds so stupid now that I say it, you probably don’t care at all about rugby, but…he has this scholarship which he needs, and his scholarship only stands if he plays, and he’s been doing so much better since he’s been coming here, so…maybe will you keep coming?” Potter looked so boyishly hopeful, Remus almost felt bad that he’d gotten stuck on a statement from the very beginning of his speech.

“No way. He’s…he likes me?” he gasped, feeling like he was surely dreaming.

Now Potter broke into a grin. “Oh, yeah. Adores you actually. It’s pathetic. Wait, tell me I can give him your number? He’d be fucking over the moon, mate, you have no–”

“POTTER!”

Both of them looked up to see the boy, coffee now in hand, staring at them, face maroon with embarrassment. Potter swore. “He’s going to kill me.”

But for once, Remus felt confident. “What’s his name?” he asked in a whisper as the boy stalked towards them.

“Sirius.”

And as Sirius stopped in front of them, Remus gave him a shy grin. “Hi, Sirius. I’m Remus. D’you…maybe want to study together sometime?”

Harry, aged four, wondering why Sirius looks so white if he’s his uncle: You’re colored wrong.

Marlene: Whoa that’s mean

Dorcas: Hold on babe this isn’t about us

Regulus. Anyways, here’s a list of people who aren’t invited

Regulus: Sirius, Remus, Barty, Lily, Dorcas, Evan, Pandora, Peter, Mary, and Marlene

Everyone:

James: I’M INVITED???

Pandora: You’re the only one invited

evan makes an affronted noise. "you don't want to marry me?" he says, with fake offence. dorcas knows it's fake, because evan himself has bitched about the pointlessness of marriage plenty of times.

"if you ever propose to me," barty replies, "the ring had better be the most ostentatiously rosier ring that ever existed. i want giant purple and silver roses. i want it to be so flashy that you can't ignore it, so that my father'll get pissed off every time he sees me."

evan laughs. "deal."

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alastor moody lies, recovering, in his bed. his left eye, left leg, and part of his nose are missing. evan rosier took a good chunk with him when he went down.

"i searched him, in case he had any information," moody says. "didn't have anything useful, but he did have a ring. guess he was about to pop the question, eh?"

james snorts. "i feel bad for whoever the poor girl was, having a git like him for a boyfriend."

"no point in that, sonny," moody says. "she was probably a bloody death eater too." he pauses. "the ring's pretty damn ugly, but it's probably worth a pretty penny. it's in the bedside drawer, if one of you want it— 'specially you, meadowes. you're not overflowing with gold like these two are."

sirius opens the bedside drawer, and takes out the ring. it's silver, with three impractically large roses. it's glittering, garish, gaudy. it's ridiculous. it's ostentatiously rosier.

sirius offers the ring to dorcas. "want it, meadowes?"