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Some fandom related things about me!!

Favorite characters: Barty, James, Lily

Favorite boys: Barty, James, Regulus

Favorite girls: Lily, Pandora, Mary

Favorite ships: big multishipper, but mainly Bitchkiller, Pandalily, ans Jegulus

Favorite fics: Chew me up (but don’t spit me out), Yeah my boyfriends pretty cool (but he’s not as cool as me), and Pathological People Pleaser BUT DO TALK TO ME ABOUT YOUR FAVS !! I WANT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT THEM

Top kinnies: James, Barty, and Sirius :)

There will be writing snippets, headcanons, and Twinote pictures<3

Yap to me about your favorite characters! I swear I’m nice!

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#evie’s writing snippets 📝

#evie’s headcanons 🫧

The ministry took some heavy convincing—or threatening—but she did get there there.

Sirius heard the click of firm heels echoing off the stone walls, but was far too out of it to acknowledge them.

He didn’t even notice when the clicking had stopped, but because of this, he earned a sharp; “Sirius.”

He flinched as if he were startled awake, which really maybe he was.

He was not expecting his mother of all people to be standing before him.

He grinned, clearly mad. “Oh, my first visitor is my mother. My cold mother.”

“Hush boy,” she demanded. “You know your father was much less merciful than I.”

“You didn’t stop his curses.”

“What I didn’t do is come here to argue, Sirius,” she corrected bitterly. “I came here because I know you didn’t commit this crime.”

“…What?” Sirius asked hesitantly.

“This crime is not yours,” she repeated. “Your loyalty is far too… aggravatingly real for it to be your crime. You’d never do anything to make your family proud.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being a good mother or trying to tell me you would’ve had me kill the Potters.”

“No, I wouldn’t have you kill. For Merlin’s sake, who do you take me for, really? I’m not your bloody father,” she spat out, furrowing her thin eyebrows.

“So why would this have made you proud? Because I’ve treated a Muggle-born poorly?” He retorted.

“Bloody hell,” she murmured to herself, pinching the corners of her eyes.

“Disgusting.”

“Look, I’m in your favor, you ungrateful child,” she scolded, stomping closer to the bars. “You should be careful how you speak to me.”

Something in Sirius’s face softened in that moment, but not in a way that showed his guard faltering. He was realizing.

“You manipulative bastard,” he accused, completely deadpan at first. He then shot up to launch himself towards the bars and shake at them vigorously. “YOU MANIPULATIVE BASTARD!!”

Walburga flinched back from her son, her face turning dark with disappointment and disgust. “Oh, the Prophet was right about you. You have gone mad!”

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!!” He screamed, pulling at the metal bars until he himself was being joked around from his own desperate attempts.

Walburga stormed off immediately, walking past other deranged prisoners. She was still of course planning to get him out somehow. Even if he was mad, he did not commit this crime.

And she would not have this ruin her reputation.

The next is much earlier, when Sirius was just 18.

The guilt he experienced was more than he could handle alone.

“I killed him, didn’t I?” He asked his mother over the phone. “If I’d’ve saved him from father, then he wouldn’t have ended up this way.”

“Sirius Black, this is not your fault,” his mother commanded in a smooth but harsh tone. “You will stop this nonsense.”

“I’m sorry, mum,” he apologized.

“Sirius,” she called firmly. “Where are you? What are you doing?”

The line went flat after she’d asked that.

She called him a million times over, desperate to know what happened to her son.

Don’t be dead, don’t be dead, don’t be dead, she’d repost to herself.

It took him three days to pick up.

“Good Merlin, boy, you nearly killed me! I thought you had died!”

“No,” he dismissed. “I, um… has some issues with drugs and was hospitalized for a few days,” he explained with a hoarse voice.

“Oh you foolish child, hadn’t anyone teached you about this? No matter, you’re alive.”

“Yeah. S’pose I am.”