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Chapter 19 of Jegulus Adventures

Pandora giggles from where she sat down beside Regulus on the couch. Then she goes silent, thinking, before she pulls out a vial. “Smell this will you?” She asks Peter. He looks confused but smells it without question.

“How did you get his cologne?” He asks incredulously.

Pandora holds up a finger, turning for Regulus. “Smell it?” She asks softly.

Regulus looks sceptical, but smells it anyway, it smells like the quidditch pitch, warmth, eukalyptus, fresh grass, a hint of wet dog or some animal. Regulus’ eyes open wide as he realises the vial did not hold a perfume or cologne of some type.

Regulus’ jaw dropped slightly, Pandora looked at him with a slight smirk. After Regulus got over the initial shock, he realised that Peter smelled Gilderoy Lockhart’s cologne. In the potion. Regulus' eyes widened once again, this time staring at Peter.

The room continued to be silent. A soft voice broke that, “Peter,” Pandora spoke. “It wasn’t cologne or perfume in the vial.”

“Then what was it?” He asked, his voice quiet and confused.

“It was amortentia.” Regulus whispered.

Peter squeaked, his eyes going instantly wide.

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

The difference between the Black brothers is Sirius gets on his tiptoes to kiss Remus.

Regulus pulls James down by his collar of his shirt to kiss him.

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

sirius has always known that. it was one of the first things his tutors told him when he was barely a toddler, and it was mentioned in some hogwarts' classes once or twice.

he sometimes ponders about it, how certain magic wasn't everlasting.

he witnessed it once, in his seventh year. the war had already started, and with each passing day, more and more students got black letters delivered, all of them mentioning some recently deceased relative. it was a third year ravenclaw girl he doesn't quite remember, but who always carried a fairy doll that her uncle enchanted to act like a living one. she always carried it in her pocket and let her out when she was bored or to show it to other students.

the day she got her letter at breakfast, she frantically searched her robes and took out the little doll, and it looked just like that, a doll. no more flapping wings, tiny giggles and fairy dust, just a toy. she burst into tears then, and was inconsolable for months.

it's one of sirius' most vivid memories.

it seemed so bizarre.

he prayed something like that never happened to him, because it would hurt. it would destroy him.

he was only given enchanted things by the people he loved the most, so he would know immediately if any of the different trinkets were to just go dull. the second it happened, he would know he has to face a reality without one the fundamental beings of his very self. it terrified him.

it was one of his biggest fears.

and it happened to him.

it was a thursday afternoon.

they had a rare free day. no fights, no funerals and no war in his and remus' flat, not for that day. james and peter were there too, an 'afternoon with the lads' they called it. they were laying on the living room, sprawled all over, bowie on the record player and cards on the table along with some beers.

he was on the way to the kitchen when he felt his hair falling out of the messy bun he did in the morning.

and, with a little clink, there was a metal star hairpin on the ground.

he knew then.

it was a secret, how he kept that hairpin. well, not a secret per se, but no one knew where it actually came from. only sirius.

no one knew he had the most horrendous time trying to tie his hair when it was long enough to do so. his hair was just as temperamental as him, which meant that they usually didn't get along. he suffered for months until that hairpin was gifted to him.

sirius didn't quite know how it really worked, just that it was charmed to make everything easier. he just had to think about the hairstyle he wanted for the day, and the hairpin would do it, shrinking or getting bigger if it was necessary, securing his hair perfectly and without much fuss.

no one knew that except sirius.

and regulus, who gifted it to him in his third year.

regulus.

his baby brother.

“every magic spell ends when the caster dies”

Regulus is secretly amazing at ballet and he whips it out as a party trick while drunk. Best believe James chokes on his drink

ao3 should have a new button for exquisite fanfic called 'i can't believe it's not canon!'

I have too much time on my hands now NOT to write smut again. Its an inefficient use of my time NOT to do it

Should I do a college au or an underage student/teacher situation?

harry potter’s dead dad and sirius black’s little brother take up too much space in my head to be normal or healthy

Marlene: James, how old is your mom? 

Regulus: And your dad? 

James: Too old for both of you and they are married. Stay away from my parents guys! Stay away from my mom and dad. They are married.