Werewolves Run Hot
(( OOC: Based on this text post ))
Tag: Sirius Black
I’ve been in a drawing mood lately, so of course I had to draw our boys from one of my all-time-favorite fics, @lumosinlove‘s amazing “Solntse”. So here’s some cute call-boy Remus and Russian architect Sirius! ❤ ( I still can’t get over how good this fic is, dammit Hazel you’ve ruined me. XD )
Alarm Clock
(( OOC: Based on this text post ))
James: *passes over the guitar with a quizzical look*
Through the Ages: Sirius Black
Sirius: Look, I’ve got a girlfriend who a lot of people here know, so I’d appreciate it if-
Remus: Where to she now, then?
Sirius: Whu-?
Remus: *realizes he slipped into Welsh but unwilling to back down* Where to she now?
Sirius: *stares* … Right. Either speak English, or learn Welsh. Do you mean where IS she now?
Remus: … Yeah.
Sirius: Say that then!
Remus: … Where is she now?
Sirius: … Uh–
The Letter: Part 2
(( OOC: Peter: @sirussly – Mrs. Pettigrew: @cam-ravenpuff-rp ))
Peter: *limps in through the front door, a bruise forming below his eye*
Mrs. Pettigrew: *glances up as Peter walks in, her face falling*
Mrs. Pettigrew: *anger rising as she stands up, making her way to the phone*
Mrs. Pettigrew: *stares at his desperate face, heart aching*
Peter: *rushes up the stairs to his room, stumbling on the way up and nearly face planting*
Peter: *slows approaches his bed, a letter with emerald green scrawl resting neatly on his pillow, glancing around suspiciously*
Mr. P. Pettigrew
The Room in the Attic
Burren Street,
Doolin, Ireland
~*~
Sirius: *sits quietly at the dining table, glaring daggers at his soup*
Walburga: *snaps* He’s a terrible influence.
Sirius: *jaw clenches stubbornly as his feet wrap around the legs of the chair, his hands gripping the armrests*
Walburga: *slowly sets her knife down*
Sirius: *flinches as the knife scrapes against her plate*
Walburga: With any luck, your brother will take your place–
Sirius: *stomach growls loudly, his lower lip quivering as angry tears burn the corners of his eyes*
Walburga: *picks up her knife, cutting her food into tiny pieces*
Sirius: *snatches up his spoon, desperately trying to keep the tears from falling*
*there’s a loud screech as the Black family owl flies through the kitchen, dropping a letter into Sirius’ stew*
Sirius: *shakes off the dripping letter, grimacing* What–?
Mr. S. Black
The French Bouillabaisse
12. Grimmauld Place,
London, England
~*~
Fleamont: *pulls out a potions bottle, carefully measuring out a small amount*
Fleamont: *pours a bit of the potion onto James’ head and attempts to brush through the mess of black hair*
Fleamont: Take your tarts, you heathen.
James: *bounces over to hug Euphemia*
Fleamont: *exasperated* How am I supposed to sell a hair potion that won’t even work on my own son!?
James: *proudly through the mess of curls* I’m one of a kind!
*there’s a screech that echoes from the open window as an owl swoops into the room, the letter in its possession landing on James’ head*
Mr. J. Potter
A Head of Messy Hair
The Potter Family Estate
London, England
To Be Continued
F Is For Friends Who Do Stuff Together
(( OOC: Based on this text post – Lily played by @sirussly ))
Ask The Boy Who Lived 