Aria Is Back To Rambling!

im done with this

Congrats!!!!!! 🙎‍♀️ Evan Rosier? I'm curious

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i dont know much about him buuuut

kind of leader of the group

hates james from the bottom of his heart

headstall between slytherin and ravenclaw

secretly likes david bowie

would spend his weekend in a library drinking tea and looking out the window or partying until he dies nothing in between

also thank you!!

yeassssssssssssssssssssssssss we made it to 51 chaos commanderssssssssss

i am on holiday and i need to get back into posting😭

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Sirius: *starts blowing air at Remus*

Remus: what are you doing?

Sirius: *continues*

Remus: stop that! it's annoying

Sirius: I'm trying to cool you down

Remus: I'm calm

Sirius: not calm you down, cool you down. You're just too hot to eat right now

yeassssssssssssssssssssss

49 chaos commanders! we’re so close to 50 i cant even-

sirius' room was a mess.

regulus knew that what he was doing was probably, no, surely, wrong, but the reality he didn't want to face was that he missed sirius. he knew he was intruding and he knew sirius wouldn't have let anyone else in their room, but regulus was always an exception.

a picture fell of the desk. regulus picked it up and he recognized all of the people in it, but there was something that caught his eye.

sirius was happier than regulus had ever seen them around him.

james potter was on their left side, holding a butterbeer in his hand. peter pettigrew was next to james, a wide grin full of admiration on his face. and on sirius' left side, there was remus lupin, one of his arms draped around sirius' shoulder and a strange twinkle in his eyes.

regulus always knew what that twinkle in lupin's eyes meant. what the longing glares and the touches that lingered just a bit too much to be just friendship actually symbolized.

on the chair in front of the desk that regulus glanced to there was one of sirius' leather jackets.

the boy looked at it for just a bit too long, then picked it up and threw it over his shoulders.

he made his way to the mirror and, when he looked in it, he saw a slightly smaller version of sirius.

regulus smiled. the jacket was just a little bit too large for him, but it smelled like sirius. it smelt like cigarette smoke and wet dog. it felt a bit like home.

"you know," regulus started, and a tear rolled down his cheek, "when i was a kid, i used to think you were cool."

but he was still just a kid and he would have given anything in the world to be just a little bit more like his brother.

anyone want sneak peaks of the fanfic?

the thuds of their shoes echoed on the empty corridors and the hardwood floors of the castle as they were running away from the consequence of their prank.

all of them were panting and laughing, and behind them clicked heels.

"quick, here!" remus whisper and opened the door of the broom closet with only a hand, and him and his friends snuck inside.

the clicking of the heels still reverberated in the emptiness. then it stopped.

"where are thosee rascals?" minerva mcgonagall asked herself aloud, looking around the corridor, hoping to catch the boys that put red hair dye down the pipes which carried water to the dorm rooms in the slytherin dungeons.

peter giggled and sirius covered his mouth with their palm.

"you absolute fuck, keep quiet!" sirius whisper-yelled, a smile on their face.

"oh my god, if we get in trouble one more time she's going to take my badge." james exhaled quickly.

"as if you'd care." remus rolled his eyes.

the clicking of the heels started again and the marauders held their breath as they listened. the sound seemed to drift away.

"sirius, peek out and check if she's still there." peter said quietly, looking at sirius shyly.

they opened the door and peeked outside.

"empty." they said simply and looked behind at their friends, who were still waiting for an answer.

"james, move your fat ass!" remus exclaimed as he tried making his way out of the closet.

"you're the one with the fat ass." james retorted.

james silently screamed as remus kicked him in the shin and made his way out of the closet, helping peter out.

once james realized that his dramatics will not make remus apologize, he straightened his back and looked around.

he held his hand out and the rest of the marauders put their hands over james, smiling slyly to each other.

"mischief managed." they grinned to each other.

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