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Leaa

@dilfjamespotter

21 y.o ravenclaw with mommy issues/ spotify: lemon drops

Pranksters and Poets as Dead Poets Society scenes

Our science bros

Our token straight couple dynamic:

After he tells them them that he had a 2 seconds interaction with Alice

*alice and her friend appear to talk with frank*

Jegulus dynamic

seeing Frank and Alice talking

frank calling Alice in front of everyone

Evan 'don't know how to comfort people' Rosier

evan is me, i am evan

sirius in 2nd year: remember none of you are allowed to fall in love with my brother
james: i don’t think that will be a problem
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james barging into their dorm in 7th year: SO THERS A PROBLEM
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regulus: wake up, we’re gonna be late to class

remus: merlin regulus shut up it’s 8 in the fucking morning

remus: wait

remus: what are you doing in our dorm

regulus: i uhm… i’m not here, you’re dreaming, it’s all an illusion

james: why would remus be dreaming about a shirtless regulus black laying next to me in bed trying to wake me up?

regulus: i don’t know what kind of weird things lupin dreams about

remus: excuse me, what the fuck is going on

james: you tell me… why are you dreaming about my boyfriend being shirtless

Regulus Pandora Barty Evan and Dorcas are now my comfort friendship. There needs to be a name for them so if anyone knows/has any suggestions, you should tell right now.

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james: i feel like doing something illegal
regulus: you are just like barty
barty: *dramatically* are you finally admitting that james is just a rebound? reg there is no need for that come kiss me
evan: IM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE

“I can feel you staring, James.” Regulus mumbles, eyes closed as he basks in the late afternoon sun.

James laughs and rolls onto his side, propping himself up against his elbow. “I’d say I’m sorry, love, but I’m really not.”

Regulus sighs, but from the new angle, James can see his lips curling up towards one side. In fact, now James can see all of Regulus in his entirety. The way his curls sway in the faint breeze, how his slender fingers tap along his rib cage to an inaudible tune, and especially the way that warm sun rays kiss Regulus’ cheek bones, highlighting his most prominent features like an angelic—

“You’re still staring, James.” Regulus sings, effectively bringing James back to reality.

James groans. “I can’t help it, Reggie.” He falls down beside Regulus on the grass, eyes never once leaving his face. “You just look so pretty in the sun.”