average wizard eats 3 chocolates a year. factoid actualy just statistical error. average wizard 0 chocolates per year. Remus Lupin, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
"A gang of chattering girls separated Snape from James and Sirius, and by planting himself in the midst of this group, Harry managed to keep Snape in sight while straining his ears to catch the voices of James and his friends."
Order of the Phoenix, chapter 28
I will finish it someday! I promise you all that right now!
karunyans said: The day they receive their N.E.W.T. results?
(I live for prompts like this one. I hope you like it xx)
She poured the hot water into the mugs, waiting for the water to pull the tea from the bags. She waited, like they’d been doing all morning. When Sirius appeared beside her suddenly, she couldn’t help but flinch. Merlin, she was more on edge than she realised,
“You can’t solve everything with tea, Evans.” Sirius said, watching as she stirred each of the mugs absently.
“I’m British, of course I can.” She replied quietly, handing him one of the mugs. The five of them were crammed into Sirius’ tiny flat, awaiting their results, and the tension was palpable. James had snapped at Peter earlier for eating crisps too loudly, ‘It sounds like you’re chewing on leaves, Pete! Just keep your sodding mouth closed when you chew!’ and more concerning that that, Remus hadn’t said anything for the past hour. Sirius and Peter had been playing chess, much to James’ dismay (the sound of cracking pieces was unnerving, to say the least), and Lily had made so much tea that her stomach had started to ache.
Argggghhhhhhhh Perfume is the bane of my existence. I haven’t totally given up on it, but I lost interest a little when I started planning/writing a multi chaptered fic (WHICH I STILL MAKE NO PROMISES ABOUT)
i’m rubbish, i know. x
anonymous said: Lily’s first night in James’ bed?
It had been her idea. Not that James hadn’t eagerly agreed, but it had been her idea to begin with. He’d thought it would be brilliant, having her sleep beside him. Sort of relaxing, comforting even. Bloody hell was he wrong. His arm had gone numb about an hour ago, her hair was in his mouth and it was the middle of the night, yet he was still wide awake. James worried that his breathing would wake her up, so he just sort of lay there, stifled breath almost to the point of oxygen starvation. He was too tall, or she was too short – or possibly somewhere in between. It was awkward. He hated that it was awkward, but it was still preferable to being without her.
Do you ever just need a message way more than you thought you did?
I needed this one. Thanks friend
“I don’t dance.”
Her hand was still stretched out towards him, and his arms were folded tightly across his chest. She narrowed her eyes, and smirked at him. James almost regretted the influence he’d had over that smirk since they started dating,
“I don’t believe you.”
“Gryffindor’s golden boy can’t dance?”
Firstly, thank you so much! my Mary MacDonald is Lily Collins.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore Lucy Hale, I think she is a darling, but she doesn’t quite have that ‘seriously if you piss me off I will end your life’ look about her that I’ve just always imagines Mary would have
Yay you conquered your block and wrote something!! So proud haha. ;)
it’s shocking but we accept it and we move on hahaha
distinctlydottyaura asked for a sequel to this so long ago
anonymous asked: could you write a sequel to the drabble in which Lily loses her memory for her safety but then remembers when she sees james and sirius on the sidewalk? pretty please? it was amazing!
anonymous asked: please please please continue that memory loss drabble!
“I wish I could remember the way you kissed me and made me feel like the universe had willed that moment for me, that the universe had created every little detail of that moment just for me and for you. I wish I could remember the look on your face when your best mate told me I was beautiful, the way you gritted your teeth and said nothing, but your arm around my waist pulled me closer. I wish I could remember the way you used to hold me and tell me that you’d give me the world if you could. I wish I could remember every detail of that day that you begged me not to leave, that you hid my bag from me just so that I would stay - I was late to class and you didn’t care, because you got an extra half an hour with me. I wish I could see these moments like a replay; I wish I could watch them again and again and remind myself why I fell for you in the first place. I need to know if it was raining that day you showed up on my doorstep, or if you were wearing that yellow shirt I hated so god damn much. I wish I could live it all again, but I’m still not even sure if you exist.”
soon is when i can write something that isn’t rubbish because at this point everything i write is shocking annnnd i’m so sorry that my hiatus lasted two months and i still haven’t written anything
I’m more invested in James and Lily’s lives than I am with my own