”Did you like question ten, Moony?” asked Sirius as they emerged into the Entrance Hall.
“Loved it, said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.”
“D'you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern.
”Тhink I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: he’s sitting on my chair. Two: he’s wearing my clothes. Three: his name’s Remus Lupin.”
Marcia cares enough about the unnamed sentry boy who hit her with a snowball to recognize he shouldn’t have left his post yet, find him and dig him out of the snow, use her Magyk to save his life and bring him inside to warm up
Marcia telling Boy 412 he has a great Magykal gift, giving him the Flyte charm and asking him to be her apprentice. Keep in mind that this is a boy who’s spent his whole life being treated like he’s nothing. And then when he refuses because it’s all too good to be true, she recognizes he needs time and tells him to keep the charm- and the offer.
Boy 412 giving Marcia his precious dragon ring, which gives her hope and restores her magic, later saving her life
Marcia returning the ring and reassuring Boy 412 that yes, the Magyk was inside him all along. And then he agrees to be her apprentice!
In the Darke Toad novella, Marcia taking Septimus out to the Port for some fun, which she is upset to discover is a first for him
When Marcia believes she’s about to be killed by DomDaniel’s Human Placement, her last words are to ask Alther to take care of Septimus
Septimus then joins her in the Identify spell, once again saving her life
In Physik, Septimus going to great trouble to send a note into the future so Marcia knows what happened to him- and her utter despair upon finding it
Upon their reunion, Marcia shrieks, runs to Septimus and spins him around in a hug while joyfully calling out his name, which shocks Septimus because Marcia “doesn’t do hugs”
Marcia is willing to defy the will of the Queste gathering and put the Wizard Tower under siege to keep Septimus safe.
Just when the kids in the House of Foryx have lost all hope, the triumphant return of “Only one person would ignore a perfectly good doorbell and attack a doorknocker like that”
Marcia giving Septimus Senior Apprentice status several years early because of his performance in the Queste, and his joy and pride at this
Marcia packing Septimus a regulation Young Army adventure pack, which she remembered perfectly from his stories
Septimus sending Marcia a letter by pigeon post to let her know he’s alright, and Marcia staying up all night until she receives it
Marcia and Septimus casting the Undoing of the Darknesse together, fulfilling her prediction back in Magyk that together, they could defeat the Darke
Marcia giving Septimus an entire month to have fun and see his family, despite having already spent a month without him when he was with Marcellus
Their tearful reunion after each thinking the other must have fallen down the elevator shaft and died
“I know my child!” “And I know mine. I mean- I know Septimus”
As Marcia and Septimus banter, Todd observes that they have a “special space” between them that no one else can enter
Marcia trusts Septimus enough to not interfere as he gives away the Akhu Amulet, the symbol and source of his power. And then when Septimus is weak and disoriented from the loss of his Magyk, Marcia goes into full mom mode, creating an umbrella and shepherding him under shelter, drying off his hat for him, and returning his favor from over a decade ago by giving him her magic through the dragon ring
Marcia apologizing to Septimus for leaving him the responsibilities of the EOW so young, and vowing to always be there for him when he needs it. This ends with both of them tearing up.
The pair of them using Synchronicity to almost easily capture one of the Wizard-killing monsters, then working together all night to banish them all in the nick of time
Imagine yourself, 13 years old, Christmas day. Your dad was executed 5 days earlier, assassinated, shot in the head at point blank range without a fighting chance. For what? For doing his job. For dawning the uniform. For wearing the badge. For keeping chaos, unrest, and animosity at bay every single day. For serving an ungrateful and violent public.
Imagine yourself looking underneath the Christmas tree at a gift with a tag on it saying, “From Dad”, only knowing his funeral is next week.
Imagine your Dad being blatantly murdered at the hands of a crazed and radical individual, driven by media and political-instilled hate all because he wears a Police Officer’s uniform.
Now, imagine yourself, a newly wed, ready to get your life on track with the love of your life. 2 months of marriage under your belt and you and your husband are planning your first Christmas together as a married couple. While out Christmas shopping for him, you get a phone call saying your husband has been shot and is in the hospital fighting for his life, only to find out he’d died in his patrol car for no reason.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is a reality we of the law enforcement community live with day by day. Every Police Officer’s goal at the end of the day isn’t to fuck you over for a speeding ticket or to pick on you because you’re black, red, purple, white, a dog, or anything.
Their goal at the end of the day is to come home safe to the loving, embracing arms of their families at home. That is it.
So while you sit there, sympathizing with the criminals and becoming part of the problem by saying, “Hands up, don’t shoot” or “I can’t breathe” and preaching an ignorant and biased agenda against an individual who would willingly die for you in an instant, no matter if you like them or not; while you sit there with hate and distaste over the fact that they are “all racist” and they can hide behind the badge and without mercy, murder anyone they please-while you sit there and bask in all the hatred that has been ignited this past year, understand that they will ALWAYS be there to help you.
How could anyone have the audacity to hate the protectors? The unseen heroes of every day life?
“Blessed are the peacekeepers, for they shall be called children of God.”
God bless NYPD Officer Liu-EOW 12/20/2014
God bless NYPD Officer Ramos-EOW 12/20/2014
Godspeed gentlemen, your deaths will not be in vain.
- Signed, William LaBounty, the grateful son of an oath keeping Peace Officer.