Young Harry talking to visitors: My papa is the best with knives
James, laughs awkwardly: Yes, dear. Reggie is the most delightful cook.
Young Harry: No I meant his dagger-
James, shoving cake into Harry's mouth: Here, sweetheart
Regulus, grinning: Harry, darling. Do you mean my tricks? Your daddy especially likes it when I use them in the bedroo-
James, shoves cake into Reg's mouth: Love, stop joking around. We have guests.
*Later*
James: Reggie, you can't SAY that infront of people.
Regulus: *takes out James' fav dagger*
James, inhales sharp breathe: Ah fuck it. Come here.
long way home
Malfoy was staring unabashedly at her, his focus on her unwavering, while Pucey was animatedly arguing about something directly in his ear. She couldn’t be sure, but while Pucey’s words seemed heated, they were still said only to be heard by Malfoy, as no other Slytherins at the table seemed to be taking part in the exchange. Without ever breaking eye contact with Hermione, Malfoy was mouthing mono-syllabic answers back to Pucey.
It hurts me to think about how unironically married they are
character: it’s like I said-
me, scrolling through to seven chapters ago, muttering under my breath: yeah, what DID you say
“Where to, monsieur?”
“To the stars.”
for me this makes sense, so…
“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional
james: regulus is playing hard to get
james: little does he know, im hard to get rid of