Okay, I honestly don’t get it when some of you guys say that without Regulus the horcrux would’ve been destroyed sooner.
Like, do you think he was supposed to somehow forsee that almost 20 years later someone might have thought of doing the same thing, and hence should’ve decided against swapping the lockets? Have you ever met anyone that far-sighted? Because I haven’t. You just do what you have to do, here and now. (At least he wasn’t a procrastinator 6.6)
And if anything, it was Dumbledore who’d managed to discover the cave but failed to realise someone had already been there. Not saying it was necessarily his fault, but it definitely wasn’t Regulus’ fault either.
I guess what I’m trying to say is blame the circumstances and not someone who tried his best and basically died, hoping that it would help Voldemort’s “match” defeat him in the future.
That’s it. I needed to make this clear. Thanks for your attention. Bye.
New white candles, flourishing orchids, pretending not to care about school but strives for an A, classic Russian literature, ivy growing on stone, snowflakes that land on your eyelashes and nose, lakes that seem to have no bottom, being the last one to go to bed and the first one up in the morning, faking confidence, listens to both classical music and hard metal, expert sarcasm, brutal games of truth or dare, having a bed covered in pillows and blankets because the dormitory is so cold, having a perfect skin routine, to-do lists, white lies, foggy mornings, zoning out in class, heavy black boots with black skinny jeans, always elegant, looks like they are constantly posing, sly comments in class to the person next to them, reads the chronicles of narnia whenever it snows, stained glass windows, learning Latin for fun, gets really competitive at uno, clenched teeth, raising one eyebrow, being really good at monopoly, try’s their absolute best but pretends not to.
The red circle on the calendar glared at her mockingly. Game Night. The lady in the picture on the calendar litterally glared at her and she took that as her cue to stop staring at a wall and stalling and just go play a stupid game.
They’d been asking about it for months after she accidentally mentioned playing the game with her family on vacations. Her muggle family. She didn’t hate her family or even her status as a “muggleborn student”. But in slytherin, she heard it could be a touchy subject. Anywho.
She grabbed the cardboard box and headed into the common room.
The noise of about a dozen children, caffeinated at nearly midnight on a Friday, was enough to get her spirits higher.
“Who’s ready for Monopoly, Bitches!”
A mixture of excited responses and reprimands for cursing came at twice the volume. Beaming excitedly (albeit a bit nervous) she took up her throne at the end of the table, proudly donning the Game Master cape, and began explaining the rules of the game. Everyone seemed so excited. Their arguement over the player pieces. The multiple death threats. So many people in jail. At some point, one of the older students brought out a large box that they promptly marked as the jail. Yes it was used.
“Just so you know, I’m going to remember this next week when people start asking for notes or study help for finals.” A rather disgruntled ravenclaw threatened to deaf ears from the jail.
“Just so you know, maybe you shouldn’t have bought my last property, loser.” A first year at the end of the table shot back, earning a round of laughter from everyone at the table.
“This is one the the best game nights weve had in a really long time. You’re malicious! And to think we thought you might belong to hufflepuff.” To her right, her best friend teased where only they could hear.
“To think I was afraid people would think this game was stupid. It’s just.. well is a sill little-” flustered, she stumbled over her grasp of vocabulary.
“No one would ever make fun of you because it’s a muggle game. It’s a fun game, you got travis to sit in a cardboard box for 23 minutes. Any game that can do that is a good game in my book. No matter where it came from.” Her best friend proudly declared, rolling the dice.
The laughter fell.
There was a silence as everyone counted the number of spaces and terror filled their expressions.
Her best friend solemnly moved a little metal caricature onto one of her properties. With great care. “Mate. Ol pal. Mi amigo. We can talk about this.”
Sorry for the long absence, but was just being kinda low, but now I’m back!!
This is a kinda old one. Snape and Lily’s friendship has always been one of my favorite things from the Harry Potter universe and so I made my personal take on them in several illustrations.
This is one of the first ones…my personal theory is that Severus started to read and learn from the Advenced Potion Making text from early on.
Marauders au where Sirius is a Slytherin but pretty much nothing besides that changes because he and James are still best friends and as a result he still hates all the blood supremacists and his family most of all and he still doesn’t get along with Snape and helps James prank him
