multigloria  asked:

I kind of really need your james and maggie childhood friends au because as a person who has experience being outed, i don't want to imagine maggie just going through this experience all by herself.

maggie rushing to james’ immediately after it happens, heartbroken and scared

james not asking her what happened until she was ready to talk about it, just holding her as the sobs tear through her body (much too small for the pain contained within it)

james’ mom letting maggie stay there until she was able to coordinate things with her aunt and move in officially

james defending maggie at school, getting into fights whenever he so much as heard someone cough a rude name into their elbows as she walked by

james reassuring maggie that he would never turn his back on her, because that’s what family is

everything you know about peter pettigrew is wrong
  • There is no way in hell you could convince me the marauders didn’t love and care for Peter his whole school period
  • Peter who would fall head first for the gorgeous Ravenclaw girl the year above them
  • and Remus, James and Sirius would keep him up at night, making plans of how they were gonna make her fall in love with Peter
  • Sirius pretending to be cornered by slytherin students and have Peter come to the rescue right when she walked by
  • James accidentally swallowing the wrong ingredient in potions so she could see peter save him with his vast knowledge of potions 
  • Remus convincing Peter in a very firm tone to just ask her out and to stop pretending to be someone he’s not 
  • Remus convincing the elfs in the kitchen to bring up butterbeer and homemade scones when heartbroken Peter refused to leave his bed
  • Sirius turning into a dog, curled up in the end of Peters bed for him to pet 
  • James who took tripple notes in class, his own notes, notes for Remus and notes for Peter
  • The Marauders didn’t think any less of Peter than each other
  • It wasn’t James and Sirius, the brothers, Remus, The saviour, and then Peter, the scared failiure
  • It was James, Sirius, Remus and Peter, the marauders
  • They were all equal
  • They were aware of each others strengths and weaknesses 
  • and they valued each other for that 
  • James and Sirius were cocky and loud, and they used that to back Peter up
  • Remus was clever and smart, and in the subjects that Peter had a hard time keeping up, he would get help
  • Peter wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t lazy
  • He, just like James and Sirius, managed to turn himself into an animagus at age 15
  • He was a powerful wizard, and loved by his friends
  • which was why his betrayal hurt even deeper
  • Because they loved him like a brother

nineteensixteen-theears-thekids  asked:

What are some stan-out features fromt he NG?Not like, bravery/kindness/beauty, but like, my friends have picked up on the way I eat apples and how I always shake my legs a lot and how I always have my hair in a bun. So, things that mark each of the kids, for example, Lily bites her nails to the flesh cronically, or Hugo always always always has a green cloth with him on his pocket? Thins their friends always think of when they think of them or that would be caricaturized in a cartoon?

The grammar in this is so mixed … some things are of the form “eats apples” and some are “eating apples” so I apologise in advance lol

  • Ted: When he had a cold he did a horrible loud sniff that everyone could hear, right up until he was 23 and Victoire threatened to dump him unless he quit doing it // tapping his fingers in a rhythm on his leg or if he’s holding onto a pole on the bus // ever so slightly moving to a tune in his head when he’s alone // his forehead crinkles whenever he smiles
  • Victoire: If she’s hanging out with her friends or sitting in a room she’ll see life through a metaphorical camera lens and look around until she finds the perfect shot // between 15-20 she has a slight frown/tenseness with one of her eyebrows // likes to sit with her knees up, especially in class // doodles by creating puzzles and then solving them on the side of her parchment
  • Dominique: She did ballet until she was 14/15 and so unconsciously pushes herself onto the tips of her toes when she’s standing still // breaking food into little pieces // has a haughty look on her face without meaning to // perfectly clean uniform at all times // the last person you’d expect to play sports but whenever she does she becomes a completely different, happier person //without realising it, tosses her hair sometimes in the same way some people roll their eyes
  • Louis: Rubs/itches his face like an animal cleaning itself // smiling at everyone he passes with a massive beam on his face // when he yawns, he stretches his hands to the sky and his shirt always lifts up so you can see his stomach // cocks his head on the side when he’s trying to figure something out // his blue eyes go really wide when someone comes to him needing to talk about personal problems, because he’s trying to understand // strange smell of burning follows him wherever he goes after the age of fourteen // if you see him, also expect to see Lorcan close by
  • James: Using his head to throw his fringe out of his face // rubbing his stubble when he’s thinking // pushing his glasses up his nose with his thumb // calling to friends from across the Great Hall/massive crowds in a way that certain boys do // leans back on his chair with his hands behind his head and feet propped up on the desk // went through a phase of putting his school tie around his head // randomly throwing a smile someone’s way even if he doesn’t know them (which freaks them out because … what the heck is he up to) // beginning most sentences with “Hey, did you hear …” and spreading some gossip
  • Albus: Raising his chin to look through his glasses more squarely // smells of animals // rests his arms and head on a pile of books when he’s taking a break from work in the library // the catchphrases “Merlin, I wish I’d slept through this lesson”, “I should’ve stayed in bed this morning” // absent-mindedly straightens his notes or parchment when he’s listening to someone talk
  • Lily: Sticks her wand through her messy bun to carry around // that stubborn, hard look that Ginny sometimes gets // when she’s bored in class she starts writing out a letter to her penpal Lysander // never tucks in her school shirt // the constant nagging from teachers in the hallways to straighten her uniform out follows her wherever she goes // has a bounce in her step, so her walk isn’t all one level but rather up and down
  • Rose: Almost-permanent charcoal smudge on her nose // at a party she’s immediately dancing on the balls of her feet // always wearing denim // says “I’ll pray for you” when her friends are being morons and actually means it // stands on her tip-toes in the corridors a lot to look for Al – most students aren’t surprised now when they see this red bushy head of hair popping up over everyone else’s // always with a large group of friends around her // eating breakfast in the hallways as she walks to class with Al, so she can eat it with him
  • Hugo: Constantly rearranging/straightening things whenever he’s still // glaring at Lily but being most comfortable when she’s around // he has a different laugh sound when he’s with his guy friends // talks with his mouth full if he’s super hungry // loves roast chicken // sometimes has this pompous note in his voice when he’s lecturing his cousins (an action also associated with everyone around him rolling their eyes) // jumping down the last few steps of a staircase instead of walking them // smells of lemons
  • Molly: Every so often she’ll completely stop and then her eyes will go wide and she’ll take a deep panicked breath before carrying on as normal // cat hair on every single school jumper // never wears make-up // when she’s got a lot on her plate she’ll drag her fingers through her hair and do a screaming face without making any noise // doing a complete Percy on the first day back of term with the whole “First-years follow me … excuse me, I’m Head Girl!!!!!” // pretty much always seen with a younger student at her side who she’s helping that day
  • Lucy: Entering a classroom and accidentally bringing in a pile of leaves with her whenever she’s been hanging out with Hagrid // every so often closes her eyes to meditate but she does it anywhere and everywhere // eyeing up people’s outfits to get fashion inspiration or see what clothes would look good on them // when she’s shocked she brings her hands to her mouth // green eyeliner when she’s in her school uniform // plays with her hair when she’s bored/concentrating // every single one of her weekend outfits has paint spilled somewhere on it
  • Fred: Does this thing at the dining table where he’s propped up with his head in his hand and he’s half snoozing and half eating // Thestral burgers are his delicacy of choice // smells of a strange mixture of cake and fireworks // Weird Sisters hoodie on all the time // always instigates passing notes in class // hides low in his seat when a teacher is asking questions so all they can see is a shock of red hair at his desk
  • Roxanne: Permanent sly grin on her face // wears her hair in a side ponytail // chews gum // scuffs the toe of her trainers slightly when she’s waiting for someone // humming the same song all day // Muggle boy bands from the 90s (i.e. when friends hear them on the radio they instantly think of Roxanne) // when looking at something in the distance, she squints her eyes and opens her mouth slightly // constantly being seen with friends who are boys but never seen dating any
  • Lorcan: Doodles on his friends’ arms when he’s bored // winks at any girl who walks by // talks about how hot Victoire is a lot // stares up at his long fringe when he’s thinking as though he’s examining it for something // rolling his sleeves up no matter what // kicking pebbles that appear in his path //  leaning back on his chair
  • Lysander: Blushing under his floppy fringe // baseball caps // leaning against walls with one leg at a triangle with the wall (so his foot’s on the wall) // ALWAYS sits up straight // 99% of his wardrobe is plaid shirts // eyeing his friends and using his internal idiot-radar to suss out if they’re up to no good
  • Scorpius: Absent-mindedly sketching comic book characters on spare bits of parchment, before crossing them out because they’re rubbish // does funny impressions of teachers a lot // when he’s listening/working, he sits with his legs apart (standard guy practice) and leans forward with his elbows just touching his knees, so his arms dangle towards the floor // quickly runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face

Because the only metaphor I can think of is one of an injured bird. A little bird that you found on your door step. You didn’t ask for her. You didn’t sit there staring at your sliding glass door thinking, hey, it would be great if some dumb little bird just flew right into that fucking thing and landed half dead on my front porch. But that’s exactly what happened. This fucking endearing dumb as fuck little bird flew right into that glass and landed smack in the middle of your life, wrecked and hopeless. So you did what any decent human being would do. You picked her up, put her in a box filled with tissue paper, watched her flap around all pathetic and fucking adorable. She ate out of the palm of your hand, stared at you with wide-eyed gratitude and made you feel like nothing short of a goddamn hero. But now what? She’s all better isn’t she? And she’s making these annoying screeching sounds and scratching at corners of her shrunken world in desperate confusion. She likes it here. She’s warm and safe and coddled. But somehow she knows she’s supposed to be out there, getting tangled in electric cables and falling out of trees. There’s a part of her that knows that if she’s not out there, shitting on the metaphoric windscreen of life, then she’s not really living at all. 


You were a present wrapped
So perfectly
I spied you for months
Waiting impatiently 
For my chance until
At long last I was granted
Permission to tear you open
And so I did and
For one glorious moment the
Silvery tissue fell to the
Floor and I held you
In my hands
I held you and you
Were exactly what I
For a moment
But come January 18th
You sit forgotten in
The corner of my room
There you sulk and smoke
Cheap cigarettes
One more broken thing
In my pile of broken things
And I wish I had just left you
I wish you had never 
Come undone.
I loved you more before I knew
What you were.