#depulso

@wolfstarmicrofic September 17, word count 567

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Over the next few days, they set up training classes for those in the pack who wanted to learn. Sirius was surprised by how many signed up. They had to share wands for the moment. A few had their own already, and by partnering up with those who didn’t, they had just enough for one between two. 

“Now you must follow the exact wand movement I show you, or you’ll blow your partner’s head off,” Remus warned the group. Some of the wolves shifted nervously, but Sirius had seen the mischievous glint in his eye. He was only joking, the worst a Depulso would do was give you a headache for a few hours. “Alight, repeat after me. Depulso!” Remus cast the spell on Sirius. Sirius was lifted off his feet and soared backwards through the air, landing on the cushions they’d transfigured from handfuls of moss. “Right, everybody, give it a go, and we’ll come round and help if you need it,” Remus told the group. He had Sirius, Regulus and James all waiting to jump in. It took a few hours, but by the end, all the wolves had cast a decent Depulso and walked back to the camp, chatting merrily.

“Marcus?” Sirius got the attention of the other wolf as they followed the others. “Can you explain what you meant the other day about me being a second, what is that?” It had been bugging him for days. He’d meant to ask, but then the diadem and the cup and his father happened. He’d totally forgotten about it, until now, when he’d had more than a second to think. 

“Oh, that, it just means you stepped up to the plate. You took over beside Remus, and the magics chose you. I was filling in, but I guess I’m more of a third now,” He shrugged. “Basically, your word is law unless Remus overrules you. You’re also in charge if Remus isn’t around or if he dies while a new leader is picked, though most of the time, the second becomes the new pack leader,” His expression turned serious. “You’re a totally different beast than what you were before, being a second comes with new magics as well. You’ll be stronger in your wolf form and be able to order us. It’s not as strong as Remus’s, but still, you’re a boss man now, and that my friend comes with responsibilities,” Sirius stared at him with wide eyes. New magics? New pack powers? His head was spinning with all the information. He’d never meant to invoke anything, he was just tired of them shouting at Remus. 

“Well shit,” He breathed. He was becoming even more entwined with the wolf pack. He hadn’t even thought about what would happen to them after the war was over. He’d just assumed he and Remus would leave and drop right back into their old lives once they didn’t have to hide any more. He was the Black family heir as well and that had its own responsibilities. But now, he couldn’t see himself leaving them. 

He had a lot to think about. Marcus left him to it, sensing he was lost in his thoughts. Could he do it? Could he permanently become part of the wolf pack? He needed to discuss everything with Remus. Remus would know what to do. He hurried after Marcus, determined to sort everything out.  

MC: About to learn Depulso!

Blonde Gryffindor who's sitting behind MC and who makes weird expressions: About to learn Wingardium Leviosa in my 3rd year!

* 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑜.

DE HOGWARTS... Ainda jovem, você viu sua família e os ideais que tanto defendiam serem enterrados na frente de seus olhos. Antes, eram reconhecidos por serem uma família poderosa e tradicional, no entanto após a queda de Você-Sabe-Quem, vocês foram resumidos à desonra e vergonha. A pior parte? Logo que os terrores da guerra se fizeram presentes, você já poderia prever o que o futuro guardava para você, afinal sempre levou todas as profecias como um presságio sagrado. Antes do colapso de seu nome, reconheceu que já não se identificava mais com aqueles ideais, mas romper com eles eram muito mais difícil. Com a morte de membros próximos, você também foi deixado de lado e isso foi suficiente para afastar todos aqueles que ainda tentavam se aproximar. Seu objetivo não era mais defender as antigas crenças da família, mas sim reerguer o nome condenado de seus antepassados, afinal a glória fazia parte de sua história desde o nascimento e assim deveria continuar. A sede por um nome forte ainda arde em seu sangue, porque, afinal, você foi criado assim, e uma herança tão forte é difícil de despistar.