Littlefinger was no threat to anyone. A clever, smiling, genial man, everyone’s friend, always able to find whatever gold the king or the Hand required, and yet of undistinguished birth, one step up from hedge knight, he was not a man to fear.
we’ve been studying the punk era in history recently and the only things that’s getting me through it is imagining Sirius dancing and in leather and learning all the banned songs and singing them in the common room and eventually getting James to like it (he tried with Remus, but wasn’t too successful. Remus still finds his obsession with muggle culture endearing.) tiny punk sirius （＾＿＾）☆