#brot3

A/N: Excited for these microfics. Hoping the muse sticks with me haha. Thank you for organizing @jilymicrofics!! <3

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“It bewitches the mind…esnares the senses…”

“Isn’t that Polyjuice?”

“Amortentia you dunces,” James groans, grabbing Lily’s hand before she can wander off the path again, “And you have drunk neither. You’re just a couple of ijits who decided firewhiskey and the Forbidden Forest make a perfect pair.”

“Hey – Jemmy,” Sirius hisses in what he clearly believes is a whisper, “Let the whiskey liberate your inner mischief manager.”

“I’m clearly already a class A mischief manager,” James grumbles, hooking a finger in Sirius’ nearest belt loop and tugging him in. Hopefully they either purged before he got here or he’ll at least have Remus on assist when they get back to the tower. 

Lily leans against his shoulder, which really shouldn’t make his heart thud while she’s honestly being a bit of a prat, but it does and he’s probably more of an idiot than either of the drunken asses he is currently herding toward the castle. 

While he briefly considers whether doing this as Prongs would be either A) more enjoyable or B) more effective, Lily grasps his tie and nuzzles a little too close for his sanity. “Ja-,” she clears her throat and puts on her best prefect impression, “James, I ‘m not an ‘ijit.’”

[Batfam is doing a forgiveness exercise]

Steph and Jason: *hand Tim envelopes*

Tim: What did I do?

Steph: Read them.

Tim: "Dear Tim, I forgive you for ruining every single movie we've ever seen together."

Tim: How do I ruin every single movie?

Jason: Oh read mine, read mine.

Tim: "I forgive you for figuring out the end of every movie and shouting it out before it happens."

Jason: Because, see, we don't wanna know.

Tim: I just want to share my abilities with my friends.

Steph: We don't want your abilities.

I don’t have a set idea on what ship dynamic they have. But I genuinely enjoy making them interact because of how there different personalities play off each other. It’s a lot of fun.

The door loomed before them, huge and dark and ominous and covered in symbols drawn in what Steph really hoped was red paint (but probably wasn't, because Gotham).

"So," she broke the silence. "Someone's going to have to try the handle."

"I nominate Batgirl," Tim said, gesturing at Steph to clarify.

"Second," Cass immediately added, because she was a traitor and a terrible best friend.

"Seriously?!"

Cass patted her on the shoulder, mask scrunching up in what Steph recognized as a smile.

"You're brave," she explained. Which was blatant emotional manipulation, but fine. Apparently Steph had a reputation to uphold.

lucius is used to it.

based on this prompt! @severussnapethehalf-bloodprince​