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Walburga: you are not good enough for my son.
Remus: you’re not good enough for your son.
Walburga: pardon.
Remus: you heard me.
james and remus watching sirius and regulus fight because one stared at the other for a bit too long.
james: i don’t get why those two are so angry all the damn time.
remus: short people are closer to hell.
*sirius struggling in the kitchen at 3 am.*
remus: what’s going on, love?
sirius: trying to rip the slutty little fishnets off my damn oranges.
james: sirius is about to come home from his third date any minute now.
regulus: third date? with the same guy? did he talk during the first two?
james: yeah no, i’m as shocked as you are.
the marauders are at a party.
sirius: *shit-faced drunk, dancing horribly on a table.*
remus: *sighing* love is blind.
james: *also shit-faced drunk, singing horribly on a makeshift stage.*
regulus: *facepalming* love is also deaf…tone-deaf.
Remus: You are supposed to bang your fist against mine.
Regulus: Why?
Remus: I am told it is a widely accepted gesture for mutual success.
Sirius:
Sirius: I love it when you two impersonate normal people.