♪ hands against my eyes, i hear you crying in your sleep. i think we’re haunted. no, we’re never alone. i think we’re haunted, and we’re swimming through ghosts.

she knows better. if emm’s told her once, she’s told her a million times - do not give nick mulciber the time of day. emm’s not the only one who’s mentioned it, either; even sirius and james told her to ignore him if he said anything to her, let them know, they’ll handle it, which really seems a bit silly if you ask her. he’s never actually done anything, just glares in her general direction and hisses mudblood with his friends, mostly.

the mudblood thing used to bother her, but not anymore.

he’s walking by with his gang and doing his glaring and hissing thing and she can’t help it. she calls out to him. “like what you see, mulciber?”

it’s with pure glee that she watches his face contort in disgust and anger. he splutters; she giggles. well worth it.

as he storms off, he’s already formulating how he’s going to make her pay for speaking to him like that. later on - after everything happens, after they find her crying in the dungeon - she’ll realize that she should have listened to her friends. maybe she should have known.

“she is the worst.”

“that was two years ago!”

like dylan in the movies: a schooltime marauder era fanmix

thirteen tracks that the marauders and company were listening to in the years 1976 and 1977.

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when the world looks back,
when the face looks after that,
I can see a lot of life in you.
yes, I can see a lot of life in you.

“so, evans, there’s a hogsmeade visit coming up this weekend. care to - “

“yes.”

“oh, come on. i’m not th - wait, what did you say?”

“i said yes.”

“hold on. i must have something in my ears, because i distinctively heard you agree to go on a date with me.”

“yep.”

“you know i’m james potter, right?”

“yes, now shut up, or i’ll change my mind.”

“yes ma’am.”