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And my manager was like no!!!! If that happened, I would drive to find you guys in my truck and we could eat stuff from my wife's garden and I would make sure everyone I know survived!! I would carry you all on my shoulders away from the zombies!!

shattering a glass and cutting hand while trying to clean it up

getting disoriented and lost

a heavy storm forces them to seek shelter in an unexpected place

quite literally bumping into an old friend

requiring a change of clothes after spilling a drink

a blackout plunges the city into darkness

infected with a mystery illness that refuses to go away

a night out goes off the rails

finding and following a curious animal/creature

finding a mystery object

getting mugged or an important item stolen by a random pickpocket

an animal companion chooses them as their human friend

As she grew older, the ribbon began to feel more like a reminder of her mother's expectations of her, her constant chastising that Marlene wasn't ladylike enough, that she ought to dress more femininely. Eventually she stopped wearing it entirely.

By sixth year Marlene had already chopped off her long blonde hair to a spiky chin-length, and everyone knew she wouldn't be caught dead in a skirt. So when she found the ribbon again, the weight it carried disappeared, replaced with memories of her wide-eyed, eleven-year-old self. She started to find creative ways to wear it again - as a headband, a choker, a makeshift belt for her muggle jeans. She would even plait it into Lily's hair for her, or let Mary use it to tie her endless curls up.

On her and Dorcas' second date, she had nervously presented the slightly frayed old thing to her girlfriend, along with a honeyduke's chocolate bar incase it all went balls-up and she hated it. "I don't have much use for it anymore," Marlene quickly explained (turned out ribbons did not make for great belts), "And you look good in anything." Dorcas had smiled that gorgeous, heart-stopping smile of hers and wrapped her great long arms around Marlene's torso. "Thank you." She'd whispered in Marlene's ear, making her knees go weak. "Wait, this isn't just a ploy to get me wearing Gryffindor colours, is it?" Maybe it was just nerves, but they'd both laughed for far too long at that.

After Marlene's death, Dorcas never took the ribbon off. It held her practical plait in place for two weeks, keeping her hair out of her face as she'd taken down more deatheaters than the entire order had in two years of war. The masks helped. No real faces to see humanity in, just bodies that dropped limply under her wand. She dreamed about seeing Marlene's grin, her warm brown eyes, her twin dimples reflected back at her in their faces.

At some point a seventh year comes up to Harry and asks for his autograph, but not as the Savior of the Wizarding World, but because they now have the autograph of every other Hogwarts teacher and want Professor Potter’s to go with them. Harry–trying not to tear up–agrees, but only in exchange for the student’s signature. He begins offering this deal to all departing seventh years, his autograph in exchange for theirs. He tells them it’s in case they ever get famous, so he can add it as a limited edition autograph, but really he keeps them all in a big binder just for himself, to remember all his students. (A couple times, though, when a students does become famous, he will contact them and ask if they’d like to be added to the game. So far no one has said no.)

Peter and Barty….

But then he opened the door and his breath promptly left him.

Is it you? Have my prayers been answered?

Sirius black was standing there.

Is it really you standing there, or am I dreaming once more?

He'd believed for 12 years that the man he loved had killed his best friends, but he'd still never managed to fall out of love.

You look different, your eyes look tired.

Now he was glad he didn't.

Your frame is lighter, your smile torn.

They saw each other at the shack that day, but they didn't get a chance to talk, this was different.

Is it really you, my love?

He knew he should've said something, but it had been 12 years, and he'd been waiting all along, so without saying anything, he immediately pulled Sirius in and for the first time in 12 years finally he felt at home.