It’s Sirius’ first year of Hogwarts. Finally a chance to get away from his family and live his life exactly the way he wants to live it… and hopefully make some friends along the way.
(( OOC: This cosplay was a lot of fun and heavily inspired by the wonderful artwork of @blvnk-art as I’m sure you all recognise. Maybe I’ll bring back this sassy angst-lord again some day. ))
(( OOC: Inspired by @blvnk-art‘s amazing artwork that fulfilled all my long-haired Harry dreams. Sirius was the only living father figure Harry had any memory of, and I’ve always loved the idea of an older Harry modelling his aesthetic off of his punk Godfather.
So have this angsty post-war Harry Potter who hasn’t had a haircut in three years and is still fighting his inner demons. ))
Lils and I are finally done packing for our move to the Hollow! It feels like we’ve been chucking things into boxes for about a decade– Lils insists on sorting through everything by hand, claims that if we did it all by magic we’d miss the feeling of anticipation that comes with moving house. I guess she’s right, if this purgatory of misplaced socks and newsprint-inked hands can be called “anticipation”.
I will admit, though, that we never would’ve found this photo of Remus if we had gone about packing the wizarding way. I thought you might like to have it– it’s from seventh year. Dad took it when Rem showed up at ours to surprise you, and I guess it never got framed with the rest.
Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing you Tuesday! Don’t bring too much firewhiskey, it’s only a housewarming party.
Flitwick sends his regards, in the form of many head-butts and a gentle licks.
James
p.s. Lily also sends her regards, and asks that you please not kill yourself on your motorbike before next Tuesday, because she already has dinner planned for seven and she’d rather not have to rethink the menu.
p.p.s Thank you once again from the bottom of my heart for convincing us to name our cat after Professor Flitwick.
“You’ll be godfather?” he said, as he released Harry. “M-me?” stammered Harry. “You, yes, of course… Dora quite agrees, no one better…” “I – yeah – blimey -” Harry felt overwhelmed, astonished, delighted. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
September 1, 2009. Harry went to say goodbye to Teddy, who felt so relieved that he actually made a sound with his mouth.
A laugh that fills a room and a warmth that can defrost even the coldest of people; she is sunshine, pure and bright. Her desire to help heal the world, to right the wrongs that have been done to it, drives her like an inexhaustible fuel. A lollipop in her mouth, sugar on her tongue. There is an infectious energy to her met by an undercurrent of glowing intelligence.
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