"For in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud."
Alright so we all know that during an advanced potions cause at Hogwarts the students learn about Amortenia. Slughorn had decided that his potions prodigy, Lily Evans would be sure to help out James Potter, who was only taking potions because it was mandatory for an auror. So here we have Lily Evans and James Potter leaning over a finished cauldron of amortenia togethor.
“I can’t smell a damn thing!” - James
“Impossible! I’m 110% sure I got this right.” - Lily
“Well obviously not.” - James
“Well perhaps I could actually to smell something if you didn’t use buckets of conditioner this morning.” - Lily
“I wouldn’t be one to talk, the amount of rose perfume you are wearing is giving me an asthma attack.” - James
They continue like this for ages and the class slowly loses their shit.
That is until Lily realised that she ran out of her rose perfume last week and that James hadn’t showered that morning since Sirius was hogging the bathroom.
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the silver trio
Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head.
Set a fire in my head, tonight.
AU where magic and unicorns and mermaids and dragons exist and people read cool fantasy books about taxes and dishwashers
arthur weasley
Members of the Black family and their history seem to have made a tradition of naming their children after stars and constellations.
Also known as the “Dog Star”, reflecting its prominence in its constellation, Canis Majoris, Sirius is derived from the Ancient Greek, meaning “glowing” or “scorcher.”
Regulus is the brightest star in the constellation Leo, and is Latin for ‘prince’ or ‘little king’. In Babylonian astrology, Regulus is listed as Lugal, meaning “the star that stands in the breast of the Lion: the King.”
He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt baggy and faded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers. Harry Potters appearance did not endear him to the neighbours, who were the sort of people who thought scruffiness ought to be punishable by law.
but I want to know how long it took for the marauders to come up with their nicknames
“for the last time sirius, we’re not going to call peter ‘rabies’”
“remus if you call me ‘prancer’ one more time I will ram you into a wall I swear to merlin’s beard”
“SHUT UP POTTER WE ARE NOT CALLING ME SNUFFLES”
“Bambi my ass, Sirius.”
“Moonlight sounds a bit ridiculous, Peter.”
“Sirius, you’re going to be Furry Little Problem the Second.”
“Merlin sake Black! We’re not going to call Peter Squeakers”
“What about Mickey Mouse for Pete tho”
“What the fuck is Mickey Mouse, Lupin?”