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This is my kind of energy.š
marlene on her period: *curled up on the couch*
lily: *calls James* I need you to get chocolate, tea and pads, now
james: I bought everything, but Sirius ain't answering the phone
What the fuck ššš
Beautiful
Music is a simple joy, one even magical folk partake in - but not in the same way muggles do. When Wizarding culture changes so slowly (high density of older population - and they live a looong time) - they don't exactly carry music about with them for casual consumption.
When there is so much magic to study, magical folk rarely have time to learn instruments or songwriting. Music is seen as a Muggle thing. A COOL muggle thing - even Purebloods concede that the mundane folk whittling their time away on the complexities of sound has artistic merit. Most people like classical music - even as modern as Strauss and Debussy!
But in terms of wizarding music... there isn't much that is 'unique'. There's lots of folk music, telling stories of the time (wandering wizard falls in love with muggle dame and thus gets burned by her family) Or are used to remember potion recipes etc. from when being able to read was a rare skill... But such songs are not unique to Wizards. There are often Muggle versions of the same songs (Innocent dame falls for an evil sorcerer and so he was rightfully burned; or a song about trees being about their uses for carpenters rather than wand makers) - it being unclear which came first. Even the most famous modern Wizarding artists are copying the genre and styles lead by Muggles, using muggle instruments - and even electrics and electronics. Music is what you enchant instruments to play for events, to show off your Charms prowess - not to callous your own fingertips on. The proudest wizards and witches are the ones whose hands remain soft their entire lives - who can use their magic for everything...
It wasn't until Lyall Lupin met Hope that he truly begun to understand the appeal of muggle music. The simple joy of putting a record on and taking his wife's hand to dance... (cont. below)
Hope's teenage years had been set to the smooth but energetic American voices of Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers, Ray Charles - Frank Sinatra... Along with slightly older artists, as long as they could really jive: Fats Waller, Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong etc. She was an avid dancer - attending dance clubs as a hobby. (She was an active, adventurous woman who enjoyed going out by herself.)
It had a sparked an interest in Lyall, who eagerly bought a high quality radio/record player - so his growing family could listen to the music and drama's of the Muggle world he had fallen in love with. He found late-night horror shows most engaging, staying up even as his wife (and soon young child) had gone to bed. He would occasionally wake them with his laughter at what Muggles considered 'frightening'... and found himself fully engaged with ongoing murder mysteries, pondering them even as he was at work. The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan - the house ALWAYS had music playing on that radio. His mother would dance to it while keeping the house and his father would sing along. Remus grew up not knowing true silence... and was happier for it. After the bite... music went from a presence in his life to a necessity. As he lay in bed recovering it was all his parents could do to stop him hearing them cry: drown their noise with the radio. As they moved house every few months, the one precious possession they never sold was the radio. It kept them in muggle towns far more often than not (even if it meant Lyall had to travel further to find work) - so they could plug the radio in. (and also because magical folk were sharper at spotting werewolf symptoms)
No matter how tight money got, they couldn't sell a member of the family. Especially not one that kept Remus company.
On Full Moons sometimes music would send Remus into a rage of over-stimulation - and sometimes it would calm him. He would stop banging his entire weight against the door and scratching the paint off the walls of their rental property basements/attics/sheds... and just listen. And howl loud enough that the neighbors complain. Whenever Lyall got just a little money to spare between moves, he would brighten his son's life by buying him records - so he could listen to his favourite songs whenever he liked. He wasn't allowed to have friends... but he could have this, at least.
As his mother's frail Muggle body grew weaker from stress, when she stopped being able to attend her dance clubs (both fatigue and fear she would see people she recognized, even in different towns, and have to try and explain why she kept disappearing) Remus could still listen to music with her. They had all her favorites on record, and even when she was near bedridden (and a young house-bound Remus had to do most of the chores) he would come to her bedside and sing along with her, let her stroke his hair. Sometimes she would get up and teach him how to dance... Starting Hogwarts was a lifesaver for his family. When Remus went away, they could actually stay in the one house. Lyall could work steadily and keep money not for their next move, but for their comfort. He could even take time off to spend with his wife. Hope was still weak but doing better, not having to be the primary person preparing to hold an adolescent werewolf every month.
Every month he got a little bigger, a little stronger... every month both his parents would stay up all night, barricading everything they could... and just waiting. Listening to his movements. Hoping he didn't manage to break the door down and rip them apart. Every Full Moon was a horror story worse than any radio drama. Remus had always been just s worried as they were. They did their best to not let him know how much they suffered, as it wasn't his fault... but he could see it. He learned very early on how to mask emotions and lie to keep others happy - learned from his parents soothing him, and from him soothing them right back.
He would start skipping meals a week before the Full Moon came - and it broke his parents hearts... but it was effective. A starved growing boy made a much weaker werewolf. Lyall and Hope would want to skip their meals with him sometimes, not wanting to make the house smell like potatoes and sausages when their little boy was refraining from eating... But, hardened and matured from his illness, he would remind them they had to have their full strength on the Full Moon. They had to hold him back... and they had to run if it went wrong. They would concede... and eat small meals, at least.
At Hogwarts - Remus didn't have to worry about ANY of this. Locked far away from anyone, safe and contained... He arrived at school small and skinny for his age, but was barely recognizable his first summer: well fed and eager to tell his parents about his new FRIENDS.
He was awkward and meek, having never really spoken to anyone but his parents before... his first friends were purebloods, whom he had little in common with. But that's part of why they liked him! He was interesting and different - and he had a passion to share with them: Music. Sirius, disillusioned with pureblood life, fell in love with Muggle culture... and fell deeply in love with Music. Back Sabbath, Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, King Crimson - music so unlike anything he had heard before, experimental and electronic. Even if it wasn't so much Remus' thing, who preferred rock and pop of the 60s - they BOTH loved Queen and David Bowie. James was less enthusiastic, but just happy to share something with his friends - happy to fund their obsession: Portable radios they could tinker with and listen to in the Shack... they couldn't pick up every station out there, but on a clear day they got some - and it was familiar company on Full Moons. One summer James even paid for them all to go and see a concert. (Sirius and James had to be babied through it, dressed adequately and stopped from making fools of themselves.)
James might have been less enthusiastic about music - but his knowledge of it gave him something to talk to Lily about - so when she finally agreed to go out with him, he scrambled to his friends to ask if they had any of her favourite groups on record - because he told her he liked them too but he has no idea what they are HELP
One of the best presents Remus ever got was a Walkman, after they all graduated, when Lily was pregnant and they couldn't see each-other as often anymore due to the war. When he lost everyone, in 1981... Music, once again, became his only companion. Cassettes were handy: small enough to fit many inside of even a small, cheap enchanted bag. He rarely had spending money - but like his father had with records, he would dedicate money to batteries, to new headphones and to cassettes of his old favourites. No matter how tight money was - music was a necessity. No matter where he was sleeping - a hotel, an old cottage, under a bridge... he had music with him. He never listened to the radio. He didn't want to hear how things were changing. He wanted to stay in the past.
... When Sirius came back, when he got a friend back, he parted with that walkman. Giving it to him was one of the first things he did. It was his way of apologizing for spending the last 14 or so years thinking he was a traitor. Watching his skinny, shaking hands eagerly working the machine, crying as he heard happiness he was forced to forget for 12 years...
...and they danced. Remus was never much of a dancer, though his mother tried to teach him... and Sirius only grew up with formal dancing, as a Pureblood heir expected to attend functions on behalf of the Black family.
Neither of them were graceful. It was terrible, really - a couple of men in their mid 30s moving their bodies in ways they hadn't since they were teenagers... But that memory is one of Remus' happiest. Because, once again, he had a family to share music with.
I want this šš
Marauders band AU:
James and Peter forming a band in their really early teens. Denim jackets, converse and matching hair. Sirius black coming along years later looking for an escape from his family all of which are world renowned classical composers. Cigarettes, liquid eyeliner and painted nails. Potter on the guitar, Pettigrew on Vocals/Keyboard, Black on the drums. Remus lupin found them last, an eighteen year old with nothing to loose, Doc martens, Scars and hands born to play the bass. Lily, Marlene and Mary a band who they met at a recording studio. Sirius putting up his hair with drumsticks. Regulus carrying on the black name with Barty, Evan, Pandora and Dorcas, playing violins and pianos and cellos at opera houses. Wolfstar being shipped by fans worldwide. Joint Instagram accounts. Regulus teaching James how to play on a keyboard because he didnāt want to overshadow Remus. Sirius and Regulus being seen arguing in Public, captured by Paparazzi. Leather jackets and designer suits. Remus himself having a tremor in his hands, he needs meds for just so they can stop shaking. Arguments before concerts. Chaotic interviews, music videos. Questions asked about love, Peter smirking, James blushing, Remus kissing Sirius. The whole lot of them LGBTQ+ icons, Remus, Lily and Regulus performed a song together once and everyone went mental. I could go on. The potential is here guys.
Lily is obsessed with Halloween, the costumes, the decorations, the whole thing. She picks costumes for everyone and she gets upset when they donāt dress as the thing she assigned them, extra points if she hasnāt even told what they should be.
In her head, Pandora should dress up as Caitlyn, Dorcas should be Mel, Evan should be Viktor and Evan should be Jayce. Regulus should be Slico.
Just a reminder, James, Lily and Remus (and Peter) were planning a birthday party for Sirius but it never happened. Ans Sirius will never know because he never knew, because they could never tell him about it. He spend his birthday alone in a cell. No cake, no candles, no presents, no love, but in the cold and dark.
(Iām doing research)
Lily āI canāt love you, anymoreā Evans.
Pandora āI canāt love you any moreā Lovegood-Rosier.
āBut I have seen the same. I know the shame in your defeat.ā
But itās Marlene realising that Lily has to same feelings for boys as her.
James āhe brings joyā Potter.
Lily āshe brings Shakespeareā Evans.
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Ron āYou know how to ballā Weasley.
Hermione āI know Aristotleā Granger.
Sirius: where are you going Prongs?
James: to the aquarium.
Sirius: ..why?
James: because Iām an adult! And I can do what I want??
Lily: he saw a photo of a teddy seal and now he needs one.
James: why donāt you have a bf?
Lily: cause my parents arenāt really cool with that yet
Lily: what about you? Why donāt you have a gf?
James: cause your parents arenāt okay with it, yet
āArt deco by Lana Del Reyā but the beat drop is just everyoneās (platonic or not) first impression of James Potter.
Lily: just to be clear; Iām too smart to be seduced by you.
James: well thatās why I like you.
Mary: does he make you laugh?
Lily: he doesnāt make me cry.
Regulus: does she make you laugh?
James: she doesnāt make me cry.
āForgive me Peter. My lost fearless leader. In closets like cedar, preserved from when we were just kids. Is it something I did? The goddess of timing, once found us beguiling, she said she was trying. Peter, was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did. And I didn't want to come down. I thought it was just goodbye for now.ā.
- James Potter.
āYou said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. You said you were gonna grow up, Then you were gonna come find me. Said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. Words from the mouths of babes. Promises, oceans deep. But never to keep. Oh, never to keep.ā.
- Lily Evans.
āAre you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer. I've heard great things Peter. But life was always easier on you, than it was on me. And sometimes it gets me, when crossing your jet stream. We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon, in different galaxies. And I didn't want to hang around. We said it was just goodbye for now.ā.
- Remus Lupin.
āAnd I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn. As the men masqueraded I hoped you'd return, with your feet on the ground. Tell me all that you'd learned, cause love's never lost when perspective is earned. And you said you'd come and get me but you were 25. And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired. Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life. Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried, to hold onto the days when you were mine. But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.ā.
- Sirius Black.
āYou said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. You said you were gonna grow up. You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. Said you were gonna grow up, you said you were gonna grow up. Then you were gonna come find me. Said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. You said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. Words from the mouths of babes. Promises, oceans deep. But never to keep.ā.
- Mary Macdonald.
Remus: [after Sirius apologised for the prank] I mean.. he apologised, I should forgive him.. right?
Peter: absolutely not!
Lily: 1. Don't pick up the phone, You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone.
Mary: 2. Don't let him in, You have to kick him out again.
James: 3. Don't be his friend, You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'.
Marlene: And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.
āIād rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning. Iāll tell you something about my good name: itās mine alone to disgrace.ā.
But itās singer Lily Evans.
āAnd the years passed like scenes of a show. The professor said to write what you know, looking backwards might be the only way to move forward. Then the actors were hitting their marks. And the slow dance was alight with the sparks and the tears fell in synchronicity with the score. And at last, she knew what the agony had been for. The only thing that's left is the manuscript. One last souvenir from my trip to your shores. Now and then I re-read the manuscript, but the story isn't mine anymore.ā
But itās Lily Potter(Evans) if she survived Halloween 1978, but James Potter didnāt.
āShe thought about how, he said since she was so wise beyond her years. Everything had been above board, she wasn't sure.ā.
But itās Lily Potter(Evans) if she survived Halloween 1978, but James Potter didnāt.
āSoon theyād be pushing strollers. But soon it was overā
Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily. Jily-
āHe said, āIām not a donor but Iād give you my heart if you needed itā. She rolled her eyes and said, āYouāre a professionalā. He said, āNo, Iām a Good Samaritaā.ā
Buts itās actually Jily.
āTruth, dare, spin bottles. You know how to ball, I know Aristotle. Brand new, full throttle. Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto. Itās true, swear, scout honour. You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her.ā
Buts itās Lily Evans writing about her boyfriend James Potter.
James āyou know how to ballā Potter.
Lily āI know Aristotleā Evans.
āScreamin', "But, Daddy, I love him. I'm havin' his baby". No, I'm not, but you should see your facesā
But itās singer Lily Evans singer about her boyfriend James Potter.