Who would have known a spell like that existed? - Sirius gets cursed and is stuck in a situation that forces him to face the way he thinks about himself.
He hated sports. Who needed to be fit anyways?
Bloody ouch! Who in the world would come up with a contraption like a bicycle? And why was Lily dead set on teaching Sirius (and James) to use it?
The war was getting worse by the second and nobody out of their little group of friends was feeling much hope. The only things that kept Sirius going were the birth of his godson, his love for his friends and boyfriend, and his own plans for the future.
He both loved and hated his imagination. The whole school knew about his major crush on one Lily Evans as well as the close to -86 % chance of actually starting a relationship with her, so the last thing he needed was for his brain to tease him with what he most certainly would never have. Merlin, he was slowly starting to hate his life.
Keeping up hope wasn't easy, but she had to be strong for James and Harry. She had to be.
Carter knew it would come to that. Greed and jealousy were a dangerous mixture.
This is a collection of gift!fics I have written for my amazing teammates - the Caerphilly Catapults of season 9!
Having a soulmate was probably a nice thing, but being the best friend of one was more than exhausting.
Antioch Peverell was known for being unforgiving. He'd made sure of that.
Trust can be gained but also lost.
The way wizardkind thought about Friday the 13th was way more optimistic than the Muggles and good for them! Because otherwise, Lily and Marlene's fate might have been different...
She never got biscuits. Never! Her brothers were allowed them all the time. That wasn't fair! So, one evening, Lily Luna went about it herself. She wanted that biscuit!
He wasn't better than his family. He was worse.
It was a long day, James had lots of worries busying his mind, so Lily proposing to visit the Evans family for tea come Sunday was too much he could cope with. They both needed a break. Dearly.
Humankind never learnt from history. And that was the reason why now, after all those peaceful years after Voldemort's fall, London lay in ashes.
Baking a cake Muggle-style really isn't that easy, no matter what anyone tells you. If anyone tells you it's a simple thing to accomplish, don't trust them. I repeat. Do. Not. Trust. Them.
Sometimes being a nurse wasn't about healing illnesses but giving hope. Even if the patient didn't know that.
Dreams didn't always have to have a meaning. Right?
This was just one of many uncomfortable evenings in uncomfortable robes, spent with uncomfortable company.