Continuing my recent trend of throwing household objects at fruit…

Someone suggested the anvil recipe, which got me looking at the job blocks and realizing those were equally goofy. So in addition to food I think I’ll do the job blocks too (plus anvil)

Shovel Knight is Cheesed To Meet Mina

Shovel Knight just dug up a "mice" surprise! My "warm up" got long today, but I've played and deeply enjoyed both these games. Please consider Shovel Knight and Mina The Hollower if you're looking for some good indie games!

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"I would like to see....the baby."

Bronze Age Shovel, Alderley Edge, Cheshire, 1750 BCE, Manchester Museum

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic May 7, Word count 701

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Monty, Sirius and James were all waiting for him when he reentered the courtroom. Monty and James had the warmest smiles for him, tinged with concern, while Sirius looked emotionless, but Regulus knew inside he was fighting back his emotions, just like their mother had trained them to. He offered him a weak smile and watched as Sirius’s jaw tightened fractionally. He retook his seat only to be ordered to stand again when the judge walked into the court. 

“You okay?” James whispered, leaning as close as he dared. Regulus turned his head ever so slightly, just enough to see James in his peripheral vision, and nodded one short nod. 

Effie made herself comfortable in the stand and smiled out at the court. 

“Mrs Potter, could you please tell me your opinion of Regulus Black?” His barrister asked. 

“Most certainly. I’ve known Regulus since the day he was born. I was in the room when he was delivered,” she clarified. “He was so small and barely cried, an easy baby, unlike some.” She eyed up James and Sirius, who, from the sound of creaking behind him, were shuffling uncomfortably. “I didn’t see him again for a few years, not until James and Sirius became friends at school, and then they were both at our house as much as they possibly could. We had them for the entire summer one year, and he was just the most polite young thing you’d ever met.” Her smile dropped from her face, and sorrow filled her eyes. “They beat Sirius to within an inch of his life. How the surgeons got him back to this day, I still don’t know how they did it. We never let him go back. We got an emergency guardianship over him, but they wouldn’t give us one for Regulus, as there was no evidence that he was in danger. There was plenty of evidence, but social services refused to look into it. 

I saw him one last time after that, before today, that is. He was thin and so nervous, poor thing. We thought he’d run away, but he came to break up with James and tell us that he never wanted to see us again and to leave him alone.”

He knew she hadn’t meant to out him to the entire country, but his sexuality had been a long-guarded secret and one only the Potters’ and Sirius had until now known the truth about. 

“It was shortly after that that we began hearing stories about his involvement with his parents’ enterprises. I do not believe for one second that he went into that willingly. They threatened him or something of the like, and he couldn’t figure a way out. Regulus Black would never willingly hurt anyone.” Effie opened her purse again and took out an old photograph of a smiling Regulus, maybe nine or ten, holding up a drawing he’d done of him and Effie. He’d spent hours drawing Effie just right, trying to capture the warmth he felt in her presence. He had no idea what had happened to the picture, but he could remember it. 

Effie showed the next photo. Regulus, dancing in the front room with Sirius and James. Then Regulus cuddled up with Monty, fast asleep. Regulus playing with the cat. Regulus and James reading together. Regulus snuggled up with James on the sofa. Regulus and Sirius in the Potter’s pool. Regulus helping Monty dig out a flower bed with a shovel that was far too big for him. And finally, Regulus and James staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. He’d had no idea that anyone had even seen them like that. 

“He is a sweet boy, forced to do what his parents ordered him to do. He is an innocent, and I will fight any of you who say otherwise.”

No one dared argue with her, not even the prosecutor, and he let her step down without asking her a single question. 

“Anyone else you wish to call to the stand?” The judge asked. 

“No, Your Honour,” his barrister and the prosecution said simultaneously. 

“Then let us proceed to the closing statements.”

“It’ll be fine,” James whispered behind him, and Regulus believed him.