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Prompt: Cake by scribblerian, literature

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Prompt: Cake

Six year old Remus sits and broods in his dark, silent bedroom. He listens to his mother cry all the time. He listens to his father pace - heavy boots on the creaky wooden floor. And he sits in his bed, staring down at his blanket and feeling rather lost. Even now, months later, nobody knows what to do with him. Society doesn't accept werewolves. Werewolves are dangerous. Werewolves are brutal and bloodthirsty. He sits in his bed day after day, everyone speaking in hushed tones and peeking in on him as if he were dying. And he wonders why. His parents had, of course, sent for all sorts of healers and philosophers and potions masters

Platform Nine and Three Quarters by scribblerian, literature

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Platform Nine and Three Quarters

In one hand, Regulus clutches the thin arm of Kreacher while his mother grasps his other, pulling him through the people crowding Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Sirius lingers behind, glaring at his brother's back. Sometimes he wishes he could kick that house elf clear across the country. He doesn't understand why his parents allow Regulus to have such a relationship with their servant. House elves are not friends - they are slaves, existing only to serve and honor the family. And while now and then his mother snaps at Kreacher to stop bothering Regulus and go scrub a floor, and sometimes his father flings the elf out of Regulus's roo

The Hogwarts Express by scribblerian, literature

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The Hogwarts Express

There is a girl sitting in Sirius's compartment. His companion - who is of course James Potter, though Sirius doesn't yet know his name - objects loudly and tells her the spot is already claimed (as evidenced by Sirius's things already being in it and waiting for him). But when the girl looks at the two boys with her tear streaked face, James's arguments die off into mumbles and he and Sirius both decide quite quickly that they don't mind having her there, as it is better to leave her be and pretend she's not there than fuss with her and risk her crying harder. She is huddled by the window, staring down at the platform and the families and

The Lonely Ride by scribblerian, literature

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The Lonely Ride

Sirius is a tall boy and always has been - always a few inches above the other children he knows his age. Almost as tall as his youngest cousin, Narcissa - and she is nearly five years older than he is. James is about an inch shorter than Sirius without taking into account his hair - a respectable height and still taller than many. Both boys are long and lanky, though James has a bit more definition to him than Sirius - at least as much definition as an average eleven year old can have (which is not much, but it's a start). James always rolls up his shirt sleeves, and always flexes his average muscles in a joking manner - because while he

Boats and Carriages by scribblerian, literature

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Boats and Carriages

"Firs' years!" shouts a gravelly voice. Looming above the crowds of students in the dark is a massive black shadow. It waves one arm over its head to get attention, not that it needs to - all new students are already staring at Rubeus Hagrid with a mixture of fear and fascination upon their faces. He is larger than any human could ever possibly be. One hand alone looks like it could crush somebody's skull. His hair and beard are fierce, making him look wild enough for the first years to hesitate. The man holds a lantern and ushers the braver students towards a path. Through the trees Sirius can see the huge lake glistening, and a row o

The Sorting of Sirius Black by scribblerian, literature

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The Sorting of Sirius Black

There are many thoughts that plague eleven year old Sirius Black as he and James walk towards the castle. For the first time in his life, he is embarrassed of his family, embarrassed of his name. He is ashamed of the way Narcissa had acted earlier when she refused to allow James to ride in the carriage - she would sooner leave a boy standing alone in Hogsmeade in the dark, in the rain. And then there is the way James had lumped Sirius in with them as he'd proclaimed he'd rather freeze than ride in a carriage with Blacks, anyway - even as Sirius had argued on his behalf. As James had walked away without a backwards glance, Sirius was left

I'm a Slytherin by scribblerian, literature

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I'm a Slytherin

Everyone is staring at him. Even as the sorting goes on, the students at Hogwarts are no longer paying attention. Eyes dart to Sirius Black sitting hunched over the Gryffindor table, whispers are passed around. Sirius keeps his head down. He can't bear to look at his cousin Narcissa, nor at the Slytherin table in general. In all of his privileged life, he has never known such despair. He works hard to force down the lump in his throat. He supposes it is a good thing he is sitting here at Hogwarts, away from his parents and the rest of the family. He thinks his mother might actually kill him if she were here. All he can think about is

The Sorting of Severus Snape by scribblerian, literature

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The Sorting of Severus Snape

"Gryffindor!" The word is crushing to Severus. There goes his best friend - Lily Evans. She is taking the sorting hat off of her head now, and her eyes go straight to his. Her face is red and she is biting her lower lip, eyebrows knit together in worry. Severus knows her well enough to see that she is trying not to cry. She is supposed to be a Slytherin. It is the house he'd told her about, the one he knew he'd be going into. His mother was a Slytherin, and he is aware of his own cunning enough to see that it is the house for him as well. And he knows that Lily is smart, that she belongs there too. She is just like him, he knows. T

Prompt: Whomping Willow by scribblerian, literature

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Prompt: Whomping Willow

It was last year - their very first at Hogwarts - when Sirius Black and James Potter served their first detention. In the months that followed they accrued many more as the result of their pranks and rule breaking. There had been the one night when they'd dared little Peter Pettigrew to enter the lake naked. "Nobody will see you," Sirius had said. "Everyone's in bed." And indeed, he was right, but they still got caught the next day when Peter ended up in the hospital wing with a dreadful cold. (They had, after all, refused to give him his robes back for a full hour.) And of course, there was the night they'd snuck into the broom shed.

Prompt: Regulus by scribblerian, literature

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Prompt: Regulus

As they take their seats at the Gryffindor table, James watches Sirius. His friend has been unnaturally silent ever since they'd met up at Platform Nine and Three Quarters that morning. On the train, before Remus and Peter joined them, James had wasted no time in asking Sirius why he was so tense. "My brother's starting this year," he'd told James, nodding towards their compartment window as a well-dressed boy walked by. "Regulus," Sirius added as the boy glanced at them through the glass. His eyes briefly ran over Sirius and crossed to James, where they lingered for a moment. Then he'd spared a quick look at Sirius once more, and then

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Aug 7, 2015

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Well, I know that I don't submit journals at all... ever... but I do want that 15th birthday badge so here I am. Also due to the fact that I never write journals, I have no idea how to tag this as required... so I hope I get credit still! How long have you been on DeviantArt?9 years What does your username mean?It's a combination of scribble and librarian.     Because I do have a sketchy sort of style.  And I like to read and also to write. Describe yourself in three words.quiet, modest, boring Are you left or right handed?left handed What was your first deviation?it was deleted long ago.  Here is my oldest: What is your favourite type

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staatsf

Jul 31, 2018

hi Scribblerian
thank you for the fav!
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scribblerian

Jul 16, 2018

I might give it a shot when I have some spare time. It sounds fun!

ngoins123

Jul 17, 2018

Ok thanks

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scribblerian

Nov 25, 2015

ah! I thought you were watching me already. I think you were watching me on a different account before I moved all my things to this one - my first original account.
We seem to be interested in all the same things - at least, I see your name ALL the time! I think we watch some of the same people. I liked your Christmas cards and you seem very sweet

MoonyMina

Nov 25, 2015

maybe it was the case, indeed, but sometimes I lose track... like some people I see regularly in groups and forget to add to my personal watch, for example...

what was your name on the other account??

but, like you say, we've got many interests in common and I see you around very often, too

it's nice to write to you personally, then!