Been -- Idk Even How Long But One Thing Remained And That Is That I Miss This Place ... WELP, Here Comes

Sylvia Plath, "The Jailor." Ariel

Konstantin Batyushkov, from “Bacchante”

Text ID: Everything entices me to fury / Pours fire and poison into my heart

If I'm lucky enough to see Dumbledore's secrets today I fear that I might revamp old Muses if it's as good as it looks like. 😩✨

And snap, with all the sneaky GIFs running around ... it does.

Quotes : Jonathan Safran Foer // Albert Camus // Donna Tartt // Donna Tartt // Friedrich Nietzsche // Edgar Allen Poe // Rainer Maria Rilke //

Art: 2. Adrian Ghenie // 4. Heinrich Gogarten // 5. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 7. Michel Voogt // 8. Erika Seguín Colás // 9. Yanjun Cheng // 13. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 14. Chris Veeneman // 17. Henrik Aa. Uldalen // 18. Maurice Sapiro

“   i really hope you've had your fun.  ” // for Sirius !

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 || @ssevruss ( & accepting )

The lively bustling of the street carried along with the scent of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, and the colorful banners of the nearby shops fluttering in the gentle breeze.

The elder of the Black brothers had a way of gliding through the crowd, weaving between people with an ease that suggested he was both part of the city and apart from it. Dark hair fell in tousled waves, framing his angular face, and every now and then, each step purposeful yet relaxed seeming both casual and deliberate. The jacket was adorned with subtle silver studs along the collar, catching the light as he moved. Underneath, a simple white t-shirt clung to his form, the fabric soft and slightly worn, hinting at countless adventures. His jeans were dark and fitted, frayed at the cuffs, revealing a pair of scuffed black boots that seemed to have stories of their own etched into the leather.

The laughter of the engaging collective around him soaked the aura of their carefree demeanor, a stark reminder of everything Severus despised the closer they got towards each other, until -- [ ... ]

The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, the laughter of the other students faded into the background. Sirius’s eyes narrowed, and the playful facade slipped away, revealing a flicker of something more serious. Uncomfortable silence, and the reality of the situation settled over them like a heavy fog.

'' Snivellus, '' Sirius replied, his tone dripping with mockery at the mention of infamous nick. Shouldn't the Dungeon bat stay geared toward self-preservation? Apparently nah, be there Prong(sie) he'd be far from staying idle. ' I really hope you've had your fun. ' Sirius’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of mild surprise. Eyebrow quirked, amusement dancing in his eyes, '' Oh? I always have mine that's for sure ... should I be asking what brings you to this side of Hogsmeade? Looking for a potion to cure your perpetual sourness? ''

HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN (2004)

Detail of the Snakes from Caravaggio’s Head of Medusa ca. 1596

who do you think Sirius had healthy relationships in his family?

The healthiest relationship Sirius had with ( from his entire family ) was: cousin Andromeda and uncle Alphard. Surprisingly, or not so those from the Black family who ended up marrying a Muggle-born seemed like the only normal people. Their only crime against the family was the capability of love, fondness, and compassion for anything different than themselves. It was obviously already too much, so we know that things like marrying anyone whose blood is impure and being sorted in Gryffindor are a total catastrophe.

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𝐈. ) ᅠANDROMEDA While being cousins and close by age, the two would often exchange the looks of silent agonies towards each other amidst traditional family festivities where their parents obviously glorified their supremacist soire. The two would quite often share secrets with each other about their tripping in the muggle world among a few laughs. If there was someone who wouldn't judge Andromeda's sympathies toward Tonks it would be Sirius.

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𝐈𝐈. ) ᅠALPHARD The only adult Sirius could lean on for support. It couldn't be his father for obvious reasons. Young Sirius couldn't spend as much time as he wanted with him because his parents feared Alphard was already enough of a bad example, and his infectious habits would only worsen Sirius' image in society. In fact he was the first and most responsible inspiration. We know how Alphard ended, posthumously disowned all thanks to Walburga's effort, leaving Sirius under the impression that it happened thanks to the charity gesture towards him. I believe it wasn't just a decent amount but well - a lot. A crucial moment that provided him the right aid to not be dependent on Potters and ruin his family's expectations, for his defeated return from utter despair to the place where he wouldn't be accepted regardless, and that would humiliate him even further.

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𝐈𝐈𝐈 . ) ᅠREGULUS Regulus? Regulus ... the question mark remains there for a reason. While Sirius and Regulus shared the same noble lineage as members of the ancient and most pure-blooded House of Black, the two brothers could not have been more different in their temperaments and ideals. There were a few bright moments, but their relationship could not be considered healthy, no, but it was ... less tensed than with his parents, at least. Sirius was semi-aware of Regulus' good consciousness, but he couldn't forgive him for its deliberate suffocation.

Regulus, on the other hand, was Sirius' polar opposite in nearly every regard. The younger brother was a dutiful son, obedient and eager to please his family's elitist pure-blood mania. Where Sirius was a trouble-making non-conformist, Regulus was a stickler for rules and tradition. In appearance, manner and conviction, the two siblings were as different as night and day - one a shining star who refused to be constrained, the other a shadow who sought belonging within the confines of his family's rigid ideology. The chasm between them was wide and unbridgeable, a testament to the vastly divergent paths an upbringing can set for two brothers.

“Remus ate a cupcake filled with a swelling potion, and I hope you better have nothing to do with it.” / Lily to Severus

Straightening from the hunched position over the elderly manuscript, his attempt to greet her arrival quickly seemed to be out of place.

“ Out of all people, I am the first person you run to with accusations? I'm disappointed, ” he gathered a quick response, lacking a passage for emotions to leak.

The only woman he considered not a friend for convenience always knew where to find him. They grew more distant, in friendly terms but it changed nothing over a fact that Lily's obligatory visit was in order to spot if Severus can make cruelty alright with twisted logic.

She was here to discover if he was involved. A conclusion: so, it didn't go as planned. For once, when he was close to feeling triumphal, something had to mess up. Maybe, she should ask someone who mastered this trait before him? If Evans wanted to know, he was targeting the self-centered toerag, or at least would be fine with taking down his lap-dog, Black. A patient minimalist goes with what he gets, Lupin wasn't a satisfactory target ... but never mind, never mind ... not like he's limited by attempts and restrained by anyone anymore. A shame he did not decide for this awakening much earlier. And not like Severus was going to tell her a thing aloud. Successfully striking any of the infamous quartetto equaled the goal of Quidditch rings, but only one was broad enough and the most desirable.

How difficult it was for loth digits to cooperate in a primitive task like bookmarking the page without asking: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞? Dark abyssal hues switched from paragraphs in a quick lift, accompanied by the profound slam of thick leather cover. Eyebrows creased, and face tensed. She waited, judged. The bitterness rose like venom in his mouth, once the Marauders will be gone, he'll have no reason to swallow it anymore. The next time he speaks, it's with well-masked disgruntlement instead of contentment.

A deep, slow inhale was required for transmission of indifferent retroaction, “ You know if it was me, I would come up with a better plan, without getting caught so lousily. I don't find any of them relevant enough to pretend and pity someone's prank on them, nor any of them to be the cause of conflict between us. If you didn't notice ... I'm working my best to forget their existence. If anything Swelling potion is not a big deal with antidote; he'll be fine. ”