Marauders reactions to The Prank

(I was asked for my thoughts, so here you are! I’m basing this off canon, not the more fanon based characterisation of the marauders, especially Remus!)

Remus

[My version of the prank and the canon marauders story afterwards including Halloween 1981 and what actually happened, in case anyone is interested]

sirius black — water running like a column down his neck, raven hair that he cut himself, too short hair and too long bangs, and warm, metal grey eyes. alabaster skin and moles scattered around him, an endless, beautiful constellation. plump lips and heavy-hooded eyes, creasing just a bit at the corner, and a smile that could make the whole room turn and stare, because truly, he's the brightest star in the sky. clothes that are too big or too small on him and pierced ears; bitten, chipped nail polish and hair tucked behind his ears. a loud laugh and anger that consumes him, flaring in him, burning himself and everyone around him.

I really love the idea of Lily messing with James and telling him completely made up explanations for Muggle inventions like how television programs are really just pictures of things currently going on elsewhere like, Yes, James, there is a man who can time-travel in a blue box, and No, I can’t introduce you to Jill Munroe right now but if we hang around the seedy part of town maybe she’ll come save us.

Telling him that her parents’ car runs on a very specific type of air, and asking him to go collect some from the park nearby so they can stop by the grocers to pick stuff up for her mum. James coming back and proudly handing her a jar filled with the best air possible.

Convincing James that Petunia does that complicated knot in her hair by dipping it in the blender. James giving Petunia a blender as a wedding gift and telling her that he hopes that this one does as nice a job as the one she used to do her hair that day. 

Taking James to a disco and letting him think that it was the Muggle fashion for men to wear skirts. When he tells her he hasn’t seen any Muggle boys wearing skirts before, insisting that his village hasn’t had as much exposure to popular trends as she has and letting him borrow one of hers. James wearing the skirt the whole night even after he finds out Lily lied and brought him pants because he likes the breeze.

And James taking all this ludicrousness in stride because it makes her laugh and because he knows he’s going to get her back when they are at a party with his parents’ friends and he tells her made-up insane pureblood traditions. 

I’m all for James and the boys still calling Lily “Evans” even when she changes her name but I am also here for Lily in seventh year accidentally responding when someone says, “Potter?” and her going red in the face when James looks at her afterwards

Mornings were always Lily’s least favourite part of the day, and despite having buffet of home cooked breakfasts and magically delivered mail every morning, Hogwarts did not do much to change that.

Taking a sip of her tea and blinking blearily, Lily internally cursed the chattering of the students far more energetic and enthusiastic than she. Really, she was glad that there was still laughter in the halls in the wake of You-Know-Who’s rise in power, but her exhausted state of mind simply felt disgruntled at the noise. She wished she could be back in bed.

An arm slid around her shoulders, jostling her half empty cup slightly, and she grumbled, the smell of leather and coffee telling her it wasn’t her boyfriend but rather her boyfriend’s boyfriend (as she usually called him–mostly jokingly) that greeted her.

“Morning, love. You look particularly charming this morning.”

Lily sipped her tea without an answer and silently flicked her wand. The arm on her shoulders fell away as, with a yelp, the owner of the arm in question slid three feet down the bench. “I have barely slept in the last two days, Sirius, and I need at least twenty more minutes before I speak to anyone civilly.” She took another pointed sip of her tea.

Remus and Peter sat down as Sirius harumphed, tossing his head of silky black hair with an elegance that only members of his family seemed to have mastered. “And here I was, trying to be friendly.” He shook his head as a blonde girl sat at the table across from him. “A word of caution, McKinnon, it seems that the lady has woken on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

Marlene cast a glance at Lily and scoffed. “She would’ve had to be in her bed last night to wake up on the wrong side of it.”

If Lily could have mustered up the energy to curse Marlene at that moment, she would have. As it were, she only managed a scowl in her general direction, while Sirius’ entire face lit up in utter delight. ‘What?’

“You didn’t have to say it like that, now he’s going to–”

Sirius disregarded him and leaned forward, smirking. “Evans, you sly vixen, you!”

“I was in the library working on the potions essay, you pile of hippogryph droppings.” Lily cut him off with a scowl. Remus smothered a laugh and Marlene snorted into her cup of pumpkin juice.

“Says, you,” Sirius shot back. “You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with our darling Head Boy and Quidditch captain though, so–”

“But, Sirius,” Peter spoke up through a mouthful of sausage. “James was in the dormitory all night, and we didn’t see Lily there. She couldn’t have been with him.”

“He’s got you there, Padfoot,” said a warm, laughing voice and Lily felt a wave of something like relief wash over her. A hand settled on her shoulder, and squeezed. 

Lily vaguely heard Sirius say “Peter, we’ve talked about this, play along when we’re taking the mickey out of her,” but Lily stopped paying attention as her boyfriend settled down next to her, not so slyly separating her and Sirius. Hazel eyes shone through wire rims and Lily couldn’t help but reach up and stroke a few strands of messy black hair away from them. “Morning, Evans.” James said gently.

“Someone was running late this morning,” Lily noted, setting her tea down. She ignored Sirius making a gagging sound in the background.

“Ran into Kinnard outside the hall,” he said, referring to the fourth year Gryffindor seeker. “Had to answer a few questions he had about the play for the Hufflepuff game.”

“Run those by me again later,” Lily yawned as James began to soothingly rub his hand down her back and neck. “I’ve kept notes on Hufflepuff’s offensive strategy in the last two matches.”

“Ah, my two favourite things– Lily Evans and Quidditch,” James sighed dramatically. Lily rolled her eyes. He always said that Lily was a Quidditch natural. He’d been trying to get her to try out for the team, but she had refused, claiming unathleticism. In reality, it wasn’t so much that she thought she was a bad flyer, but that she preferred watching it, especially being a muggle born and being raised on non-magical sports. She actually felt that if they had children, they would be gifted at the game.

Hm. Children. With James. There was an idea.

Lily tuned out the conversation between the others as she enjoyed James’ hand kneading out the tension in her shoulders. What would they look like, she wondered. She had a feeling that James’ genes would beat her genes up and take their lunch money. She rather hoped they would get her eyes though. Not that James’ weren’t lovely. She would be happy waking up to their sparkling hazel every morning. Oh, hopefully they would be slightly more levelheaded than their father. She would scold them severely if they had even half of his ego.

She and James would have very attracted children, she concluded. She’d have to make sure they didn’t allow that to go to their heads.

At that moment, one of the fifth year beaters called out from the end of the Gryffindor table. “Oi, Potter!”

Without thinking, Lily’s eyes snapped open. “Yes?” She and James responded at the same time. Everyone around them fell silent.

Oh Merlin.

Lily practically felt her face inflame to the same dark red colour as her hair as the others looked at her. Marlene had an expression on her face like Dumbledore had just canceled final exams. Remus was openly grinning now, Peter was gaping with his mouth hanging open, toast half chewed. Sirius was eerily blank faced.

And James just stared at her, eyes as wide as quaffles. Lily wanted to sink through the floor and never come back. She wondered if Hagrid would bury her in his vegetable patch.

“Well,” Remus broke the silence, standing up and walking towards the exit, grabbing Sirius by the collar and yanking him up as he went along. “I’ll get this one out for you before he–. “Sirius suddenly roared with laughter, gripping Remus’ shoulder as he held on for support. Remus hurried him out, his own shoulders shaking with suppressed mirth. Marlene cast the couple her own ecstatic beam as she, too, got up, pulling Peter behind her and ignoring his protests at his unfinished breakfast. James was still staring at her wordlessly. Lily began internally reciting her will.

“Erm,” She began, wishing the colour in her face would recede at least slightly so she could at least attempt to play it off. “I–” But she didn’t finish her sentence, because James was suddenly dragging her out of the hall.

In the end, all of the Gryffindor table and some of the Hufflepuffs had heard Lily’s mishaps, but Lily, pressed against the wall of a broom closet by a very eager and overjoyed boyfriend, didn’t care.

yES

The Prank - Boys Don’t Cry

Chapter 3: Too Unkind

Summary:

Lily starts a new friendship as an old one ends, and Sirius is left with no choice…

Notes:

To @maraudersftw - in the hope of cheering you up a bit, I love you and all your beautiful fics (which I am sure you all know already, but otherwise check them out immediately!) - I am looking forward to reading Retribution today ;))

                                                   Chapter 3: Too Unkind

I would say I’m sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind

But I know that this time

I’ve said too much

Been too unkind

Boys Don’t Cry (The Cure)

She didn’t know Sirius Black, he wasn’t exactly approachable. Outwardly confident, superficially charming, annoying prankster, clever, witty yet aloof - Lily knew he kept most people at arm’s length. She had been wondering how to drag him to the Infirmary when she spotted Black and Potter ahead of her, walking down the stairs. Without warning, Black seemed to crumple, and his limp body rolled down the rest of the staircase, landing with a light thud on the Third-Floor corridor.

“Pads!” Potter was racing down after him in seconds.

He turned his friend over with a terrified look on his face.

“Are you alright? Merlin, fuck!”

Lily flew down after them.

“M’ fine, you dork,” Sirius groaned.

He wasn’t fine, he was decidedly not fine.

She watched Potter cast a dozen healing spells, his eyes narrowed with concentration. How was he so expert at this? It was probably something to do with Remus, she guessed. She was pretty sure she knew what was wrong with her favourite Marauder.

“Stop fussing, Prongs, I haven’t broken anything!” Black said, casting a bemused, fond look at the boy with the messy hair.

“No offense, but you’re a clueless arse when it comes to looking after yourself, Padfoot,” Potter answered calmly, ignoring his protests.

“How are we even still friends, when all you do is insult me?” Black muttered.

“Shut up, we’re brothers, you don’t need to like me, you’re stuck with me regardless,” Potter replied.

Potter’s tone of voice was so different, once again, only good-natured banter, hiding real concern. She could see the warmth, kindness, reflected in his eyes. She had never noticed how pretty his hazel eyes were, with gold flecks, the darker limbal ring of his iris a grey colour.

“Evans, you’re staring.”

Black’s eyes had a mischievous glint. She rolled her eyes back at him, hoping she wasn’t blushing.

She extended her arm.

“Here,” she said.

This time it was Black’s turn to roll his eyes. Potter grabbed his other hand and together they pulled him up, swaying slightly. His face was ashen.

“You are coming with me, no arguments,” she said, linking arms with him and starting to walk down the corridor.

“Where are you bringing me? Is this a hot date, because no offence, Evans -“

Lily snorted.

“In your dreams, Black,” she said.

His face stiffened a bit. It suddenly hit her that he didn’t like being called a Black.

“In your dreams, Sirius,” she amended, smiling at him.

“We’re making an unexpected visit to one of your favourite people, Poppy Pomfrey,” she added, walking onwards with a steady pace.

“Oh Merlin, not you too,” Sirius groaned. “I’m perfectly fine, I told you.”

“Sirius, have you ever heard of the term toxic masculinity?”

“No, but I’ve a feeling you’re going to enlighten me,” Sirius sighed.

Keep reading  Chapter 3

PS as part of this chapter includes Snape’s Worst Memory, I re-read the book, and apart from noticing how vicious the effect of Sectumsempra was on James’ face (“There was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James’ face, splattering his robes with blood”) - this line caught my eye:

And I’m sorry but... I think you can see where I’m coming from when I have James’ PoV next:

For some reason, Sirius kept acting as though he was trying to impress Remus, which was ridiculous, James thought, because, well, why would he?

I mean, does anyone else see it?? 🤷‍♀️😉

Just goes and shows how cruel j*r was to not let Harry even have a glimpse of his parent (of course he did fuck canon)

@bluebirdling I agree, that’s just bloody cruel and I refused to allow this!! The Potters met Harry, fuck that! Bloody woman with her excessively angsty mind!

I weirdly don’t have the Potters living in a mansion because it’s not very cosy and if I was filthy rich, I’d prefer one of those extremely quaint large cottage core houses with gorgeous flower filled gardens and absolutely no house elves? (I would hate to have anyone else live with my husband and child? Walking in on “inappropriate situations”, ahem, etc? Then us Curtailing “situations” because of that risk? No thanks! Especially when I’m a witch and can charm housework etc - I mean can you imagine being poor old Plinky and walking in on Mia and Monty shagging on the kitchen counter? 🤷‍♀️😂 - I rest my case...)

I imagine Monty as mad about flowers and plants and loves spending time gardening (also handy for some potions Ingredients?) the house can still host the occasional ball though, there’s an extendable charm in the dining room...

I also don’t have them living in Godric’s Hollow either as I keep thinking if it was an obvious place the DEs would probably have just burnt it to the ground or something?? I imagine Godric’s Hollow is a quaint smaller cottage that has been in family for generations but that nobody else knows about?

But I absolutely adore how we all imagine it differently? Such fun sharing ideas!

@clare-with-no-i I absolutely always thought that too. He only asked her out once in canon. And @ghost-of-bambi has an excellent post somewhere but essentially who the hell knows that a bloke likes ruffling his hair to show off or plays repeatedly with a snitch unless you've been keeping an eye on them because you fancy them, Lily Evans, cough cough??

She definitely already liked him, which is why Snape was additionally angry at her for trying to save him from Potter in SWM because he is a misogynistic git imo - he hated her seeing him weak and defenceless and more powerful than him, and he lashes out in a nasty way. And I always think Harry got his sass from Lily. James isn't sassy in canon, Lily is the one with the quick retort I'd rather date the giant squid. James is flustered around her and manages to sound like an idiot (which we know he is far from, because he and Sirius were top of the class in canon). James is loyal and brave and a bit reckless/impulsive and loves mischief and many things that Harry is also. I always write Lily like that (cheeky, popular -canon) as well as clever and a prefect, and it gives me great pleasure. Plus, writing her as half Irish (the way I imagine her), it gives great scope for some wonderful put downs 😉!

Anyone implying that a guy would be able to manipulate canon Lily into marrying them if she didn’t love them is clueless about her character. Plus the matching patronuses means they were perfect for each other. I love the fact that they were both so skilled in dueling that Voldy tried to recruit them, and that they defy him three times!

ooooh i never thought of it that way, and i’m definitely on board with this headcannon! i can see lily increasingly mistrusting sn*ape when he tries to keep it all to himself!

@babybirdling Note though that if this is canon ending (it isn’t) then by the time he’s teaching Harry Potter, Snape had decided to share their secrets because “for Lily”

when you know you're too obsessed with the marauders era:

Adfjklhfsa!!!! I was completely imagining that in my head, so that’s extra special that you were thinking that too, thanks so much @araniaexumae 😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

I love reading old fanfics and seeing the old names everyone thought was the Marauders actual names. Like we all know it’s James Fleamont Potter, son of Fleamont Potter. But everyone used to think his name was Charlus Potter and all the old fanfics would have James Charlus Potter.

That is some old fandom stuff right there. I love it.

I keep it as James Charlus. We don’t know if he’s actually named after his dad or not. Freemont was made fun of for his name from what I can recall. I wanna say he was Monty to his friends. I like to think Charlus was Monty’s favorite cousin or it was a family name. Plus it just sounds better IMO.

Harry was named after his great-grandfather, if you didn’t know, and that is one of the many ficlets I have floating in my head.

I call him James Henry for that reason- Fleamont was teased about his name, so I don't think he'd give it to his son, and we know Henry is a family name. Plus James Henry sounds nice lol.

I’m afraid I don’t like like Charlus, it gives me Prince Charles vibes 😬😬😬😬! And I agree that Fleamont was Monty to his friends and family, which is better imo. And Harry was Harry James Potter. So I’m sticking to it for James, but I think he never went by anything but his first name, or Prongs!

My Favourite Tropes According To My Wolfstar Fanfiction

Thank you for the tag, @kattlupin 💜💜

Hurt/Comfort: This one is pretty self-explanatory but, yeah, I’m a slut for hurt/comfort. I will write these two boys helping one another to heal and grow a million different times and I still won’t feel done.

Long-Ass Metaphors: I just think they’re neat. Sometimes I don’t even notice I’m doing it until it’s too late and it’s become an essential piece of the fic’s DNA. Oh well. 

Friendship: People who are in love can also like each other and enjoy each other’s company! People who are in relationships can also have important friendships outside of their partner! Friendship is amazing and I love it so much! Also, just, giving characters rich lives outside of their central love arc is *chef’s kiss*.

Cool Women: I love my Remus and Sirius and I love my Marauders, but I also think women are the fucking bomb and try to give them fleshed-out characters and relationships whenever possible. A Lily with edges and flaws and an enormous heart, an Andromeda with all the Slytherin witch bad-assery one could hope for. Give me strong-ass, complex women.

Sibling Relationships: Whether it’s Regulus getting the attention he deserves, Lily loving and infuriating Sirius in equal measure, or Remus and James seeing eye-to-eye, I just fucking love those sibling dynamics — biological and found.

Opposites Attract: Remus and Sirius will always both be intelligent and essentially good-hearted so far as I’m concerned. But, I do love to play with their differences, and the way those differences can complement each other. Different communication styles, different love languages, different reactions to stressful situations — these things can make the get-together hard at first but in the long run I think they make for the most compelling couplings.

Not Conventionally Attractive Remus: Look, Remus is gorgeous. He is beautiful and magnetic and Sirius is one lucky man. But still, my Remus has an awkward adolescence and an interesting face that makes you look twice. He doesn’t hit people over the head with sex-god vibes. Sirius can have that territory. 

Neck-Nuzzles: They just make me so damn soft. I cannot.

Tagging @wanderingbandurria @starstruck4moony @thesecretwordsmith @blueseasandchestnuts @kittycargo @silversickles, and anyone else who would like to join in! What are the tropes and themes you can’t resist?

thanks for the tags @swottypotter and @dannikathewomanika!! <3

(these are mostly reading, not writing bc i’ve barely written anything)

tagging: @siriusandremusanddracoandharry @capt-sparrow @cake-in-a-tin @queen-of-the-lakes @quoththethestral @blitheringmcgonagall @loopout @ravenclaw-reblogs and all my mutuals i’m forgetting <333

@silversickles these are all so good I NEED them all!!!

(Also yes, all yes!) these are tropes and/or headcanons:

(I’ve written a lot of these exact scenarios and same with you lot here🤦‍♀️😂!!)

Tagging @mollymarymarie @jencala @therealrjlupin @e-of-west-glendia @of-stars-and-moon @stonecoldhedwig @heirofslytherpuff @welshremus @ashes-and-ashes @holy-shit-its-wolfstar @confunded-gryffindor @yumenouveau @unfortunatelyimaginary @jamesandthedog @nymphadoratonqs @engie-ivy and anyone else who wants to!!! (Some of you have these same headcanons!!)

You blackinnon guys kill me! @stonecoldhedwig are you this cruel/tragic too??