Sirius takes Muggle Studies starting in third year to annoy his family. At first he plans on only taking it the one year before switching, but it grips his attention and won’t let go. Learning about muggle medical science, electricity, airplanes, the space race… every new topic felt like a new discovery.
It’s at the end of fifth year that the professor offers an extra credit project. Find something muggle that interests you and document your findings. Sirius feels stuck until halfway through summer holiday when he spots the bare bones of a motorcycle about to be hauled off.
At first his focus is figuring out what kind of bike it is (a 1946 Triumph 3T) and how to identify parts, but it quickly turns into a full restoration. The summer was spent mostly with James as they searched junkyards for missing parts, several times one repair leading to something else breaking and Sirius swearing up a storm. By the time school starts again he has 3.5 feet of parchment written front and back.
Two weeks before seventh year starts Sirius finally has it fully restored, crowing with joy as he rides down long stretches of empty road, already planning on what charms he could add to make it run better or make parts last longer.
It’s when Gryffindor wins the quidditch cup that year that sirius begins wondering what it would take to make the thing fly.
-Some days, I interact with less than amiable guests, and I feel that there can be only very little good in the world. Some days, I am reminded of just how small a baby’s hands are, and I know that the world is not all that bad.
-Due to a series of injuries from the manliest of stunts and certainly not my own inadequacy as a functional human being, my thumbs spent the better half of my shift wrapped up in bright blue bandages. Despite the hit to my dexterity and disadvantage on all thumb-based maneuvers, the bonus to flair `checks that I received made it overall worthwhile.
-For the duration of his mother’s purchase, a boy threw each bag into the cart the second that I set it down. When asked why he was slam dunking the groceries, he explained that he was attempting to compete with me and my speed. Usually, I like to know when I am being challenged, but in this case, I did not mind. I still effortlessly slaughtered this usurper without the slightest clue.
-I witnessed the same skeleton of an elderly man walk into the store four times; however, I never once saw him leave. I do hope he escapes his time loop soon, as I have to close tonight, and I would rather not lock in such a tortured soul.
-A woman made certain that I knew I was lucky to have the job that I did, as it was air conditioned, and I was not in a ditch. This truly changed my perspective on life. The thought that I was not working in a ditch had never once occurred to me. The thought that I was, in fact, working in a ditch had never occurred to me, either, but I suppose it is always best to be cognizant of this sort of thing.
-Over the past week or so, I have been handed a great number of bills with the message, “Where is George?” scrawled on them. I do not know what sort of conspiracy is afoot, but I do not wish to be the one to tell these passionate hunters that the man they seek cannot be found, as Washington has been dead for several years now.
-A crow in the parking lot stumbled across the mother lode of fallen popcorn. I am thrilled by his good fortune, and I deeply enjoyed watching this lucky boy living his best life.
heyyyy do you think i could get some headcannons of wylan secretly crushing on kaz before he liked jesper? thanks (:
In the right light Kaz could be considered
handsome—it made him look less pallid and when his eyes caught it they seemed
less bottomless—and how fitting this was always when the sun started to set,
the red-orange swirls fusing into a bloody light.
But even then, it was not so much a crush, but curiosity. Kaz
gave him chills, and not the good kind, the kind he was already used to living
with. With just one look, Kaz could make Wylan’s blood turn cold. He was frightening
and far too controlling to interest Wylan romantically, who already had one guy
with a dark side in his life…that he was still on the run from him.
wore his on the outside while Wylan’s father kept his concealed. And it was
this, this duality of man, that made Wylan start to question what Kaz could
have looming beneath his skin and if it were possible for it to be the
opposite of the monster on the outside.
In his earlier times with The Dregs, Wylan’s
skills were acknowledged passively and made use of rarely. Everyone could see
he was a novice when it came to explosives, but he didn’t mind being shelved
since the stagnating work gave him a chance to observe Kaz, something he was
more qualified for. Traveling with his father, each place more overwhelmingly foreign than the last, Wylan learned to observe and pay attention to detail.
But the more he watched Kaz, the less
answers he had. He didn’t know what to make of him, or why he was suddenly a
subject of the gang lieutenant’s interests. These things became a forefront of his thoughts, the need for it all to make
sense developing into a steadfast fixation and unwavering desire, not for Kaz, but for all the things he didn’t
say. Wouldn’t say.
And how unyielding his greed seemed to
be. How tireless he was even after days without sleep. Wylan was convinced he
was a machine, which was a dangerous thought, because Kaz would sooner kill him
than let him take him apart to learn what he was made of on
the inside, but he desperately wanted to figure out what type of fuel he was
Kaz revealed bits and pieces of himself in
ways that didn’t reveal anything at all. And despite the intimidation he felt
when it came to the gang leader, Wylan revered his invulnerable manner, how he
brushed off things that could break anyone else. He became amazed by the way
his presence disarmed people, yet commanded respect.
He figured this was how
Jesper and Inej regarded him, too. With respect, admiration, and well…they
looked at Kaz like they were wanting after the things he refused to give, and
Wylan could understand that as well. But they almost seemed like they were his
friends, almost. They were as
friendly as someone could be with Kaz Brekker. But it was how they met his look
without any fear at all that made Wylan believe that maybe he wasn’t so
terrible after all.
His feelings for Kaz became conflicting.
He was wary of him, but he came to rely on him, and he still feared what he was
capable of and often pondered about all the blood he’s shed, but didn’t fear he’d
ever hurt him. Because he looked at Wylan differently than the way others did,
like he could see through him. Wylan had a chilling feeling that Kaz didn’t
have to take him apart to understand
what he was made of (and he never allowed himself to forget that he could if he wanted)
And though Wylan never did grow to like Kaz
more than a friend, sometimes he barely liked him as that, he did like the way Kaz believed in him, even when—especially when—he, himself, did not.
And he liked the way Kaz pushed him to
see more, forcing Wylan to realize even though he was always observing, he wasn’t actually looking beyond what he saw. Kaz
showed him to view life as a puzzle, and then dared him to decide where he fit.