Kingsley has tattoos. Harry takes note.

The thing was, Regulus was deeply in love with James, which meant that even when he was acting like a right royal brat, Regulus sort of had to put up with it.

Sirius squinted at him. "How long has this been going on?"

It's hard to find the time to go on actual dates in the zombie apocalypse, but James and Regulus make the time.

Running from the law does not necessarily mean you cannot stop to pet a cat or two. Or, indeed, adopt one.

Regulus catches a cold despite being a big, strong vampire, James pinballs between taking care of him and making fun of him, and Remus is just there to suffer.

James and Regulus chase a ghost story all the way to an abandoned hospital, and find a little more than they bargained for.

Ron visits an old friend, armed with baked goods.

Murder was the currency of the circus.

James Potter moves into a new house, but something else is already living there.

A letter to the lost.

Blaise heads into town the morning after the dream sweeps the land.

In which toads are purchased, embarrassing questions are asked, and the theatrical performances of disgruntled teenagers are indulged.

Falling from heaven is nothing compared to the agony of falling for Remus bloody Lupin.

And there is something all fairies do that is never spoken about, never whispered about.

Their plan for stopping the apocalypse certainly errs on the side of foolish, rather than fool proof.

Perhaps he is a Hero who has known many things and seen many horrors, and he does not need soothing or singing to sleep. Or perhaps he is a boy named Harry who became a Hero, and needs a place with a warm fire and a window seat to call home.

It's too hot to do anything except complain about how hot it is, and perhaps ogle your boyfriend.

Regulus is recklessly devoted to finding his missing brother, and forgets to take care of himself. But the world of Teyvat is a dangerous place, and it pays to have friends who aren't afraid of talking some sense into you.

The soldiers said the Sea Witch's cave was full of dark, noxious magic. They said she kept the tails of mermaids that dared to cross her path pinned to her wall. They said she wore their scales like jewellery. With every inch of the cave highlighted with pale light, it is easy for Fleur to see that none of that is true.