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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.

woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

My tattoo artist told me his teenage son came out to him as trans by giving him a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"

"That's cute," I said.

"It was NOT cute!" he snapped. "I thought he was pregnant."

selectively mute regulus because of trauma. he saw what being loud did to sirius, so he chose to stay silent, not even a whisper at night.

james who's CODA, seeing him talking in sign language with sirius as they get to the train, and going immediately to him to present himself, and just starting to ramble endlessly, hands moving as fast as lightning, sometimes even babbling from excitement.

regulus just stares at him, it's the first time someone has been that excited from just meeting him. it's so unfamiliar and an insane contrast from how he gets treated at home. it's endearing, and james doesn't stop, goes from one topic to another and asks a million questions.

it's so endearing and bizarre that regulus let's out a little laugh, and it definitely sounds weird, voice raspy and almost gone from years of not using it, but it's still a whisper of a laugh, barely there but loud enough to hear. something he hasn't done in so long he's surprised he can even manage to remember how to do it.

he stops it immediately.

james thinks it's his life mission to hear it again.

reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

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sometimes i wonder what id be doing right now without 4 dead gay wizards consuming my every waking thought 🤔

I forget more often than I would care to admit that not everyone headcanons Regulus as trans. I was reading a fic and was like "Aww Regulus got bottom surgery."

Girl-

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