[kyr] memory registry
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heirofficium✔ - [PRIORITY] - Would like these first if possible!
✘ - [LOCKED] - Please don't give these out yet.
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04/23
| ● first full moon spent with the Marauders as Animagi | |||||
| ✔ epic pranks at Hogwarts ✔ working on the Marauder's Map ● James and Lily finally getting together | |||||
| ● time spent with the Marauders during holiday ● buying a motorbike | |||||
| ✔ ✔ sorting into Gryffindor ✔ ✘ joining the Order of the Phoenix ✘ showing Snape the passageway to the Shrieking Shack | |||||
| ● bullying Snape ✔ Snape calling Lily a mudblood (after she saves him from being bullied) | |||||
| ● bullying stupid gits who deserve it | |||||
| ✔ ✔ beginning of First Wizarding War | |||||
| ● being punished for putting muggle posters in his room (with permanent sticking charms) ● arguing with Regulus | |||||
| ● being forced to listen to his family's awful conversations ● being punished for talking back to his parents | |||||
| ✔ ✔ ✔ Magic 3 ✔ Unforgivable Curses ● | |||||
leaving grimmauld place
Date: 2015-03-10 05:05 pm (UTC)Gained: Day 132, Yaksinis
Things have come to a head.
You've hated them for some time now, but now it's just too much, way too much and you honestly can't even stand it anymore. You're sick and tired of them ripping apart everything that makes you happy, tired of their terrible obsession with bloodlines and blood purity, tired of being obligated to let them break you over and over because they have the authority, tired of being forced to abide them when they're wrong, they're so wrong—
"Merlin, shut up already! Leave my friends alone! They're better people than the bleeding lot of you ever fucking will be!"
"*, stop—" "No, shut your mouth like a good boy, Regulus!" It's too late, the floodgates have opened and you can't stop now—
"* Black, how dare you—"
"You're all freaks! Demons, the fucking lot of you—"
"SILENCE!" You can't even be assed to be cowed by your father's bellowing voice anymore—
"No! To hell with your Toujours Pur bullshit! I don't care anymore! I'm not one of you, never will!" Your father raises his hand to hurt you Merlin-knows-how, but you've raised your wand and the entire room slams to a screeching standstill.
"Get out." Your father's voice takes on a deadly chill, but the adrenaline in your veins refuses to let it truly affect you.
"Father—"
"Silence, Regulus. I will play father to a filthy, disgraceful blood traitor no longer. Get out of my house."
You say nothing, merely Apparate to your room to avoid turning your back on your father, and gather a few things— money, clothes— and pitch yourself down the stairs to take your leave.
As you leave Number 12 Grimmauld Place and your last memory of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black grows fuzzy, you take one last glance behind you down the hall, and the image stays with you and settles in the knot growing in your stomach— Walburga Black, glaring at you hatefully while Orion Black blasts your name from the tapestry of the family tree.
EFFECTS:
+500 brooding bad boy
+200 vicious temper
+300 rebellious
+5000 unsure towards anyone with those names (sorry Orion)
+ a last name! and family members' names
no subject
Date: 2015-04-15 08:02 pm (UTC)Gained: Day 140, Nyssa
You are twelve and wondering how he expected to keep this from you for the rest of your school years. You and two of your other bunkmates are gathered around his four-post bed, trying to drum up the courage to pull back the curtain.
The three of you had been onto him for months, but last night confirmed it: the full moon. His monthly absences from classes. How nervous and agitated he became in the days leading up to them. How weak he became when he returned.
You had joked, in the beginning, that perhaps he was a girl in disguise and Madame Pomfrey simply hid him away during 'that time' so as not to give himself away, but as time passed and evidence made it clearer, the more foolish you felt for having a laugh about it. Girls didn't hiss and act as though they'd been burned if they accidentally touched the silver dishes in the Great Hall.
The smaller, rounder of you three, Pettigrew, is trembling beside you; he's having a much harder time reconciling the friend you've sat through Binns' lectures and partnered up with for Potions projects with, with the terrible creature you've all accepted he becomes during the full moon:
Remus Lupin is a werewolf.
Finally, the friend flanking you on the other side, Potter, nods, and together you pull back the curtain.
You're met with a look in soft, amber eyes that you don't recognize until much later as fear. Remus, the soft-spoken, studious boy who loves trouble as much as the three of you, is all but cowering under the covers, as though he was expecting this. Expecting further harm, in addition to the fresh scar on his cheek.
"I-it's smart of you lot to come after me now, but I could always agree to leave you alone and save you the trouble, yes?" Terrified. Your good mate is terrified, trying to bargain with his own friends.
You and your friends look between each other, baffled. What in Merlin's...?
"We didn't come here to give you a hiding, Remus," you say softly, the words leaving you before you're really thinking of them. Pettigrew is still shaking.
"We wanted to hear the truth from you," Potter says, his hands tightening into fists from the nerves.
"I... imagine you've sorted it out yourself, though. Why bother?"
"Dammit, Remus, because you're our friend! Because you should be able to trust us with things like this!" you snap, stomping your foot lightly.
Remus falters a little, glancing away. Pettigrew speaks up softly.
"Is it true, though? Th-that's all we wanted to know..." the poor sod is completely terrified, as if this isn't a friend that they've ate and slept and studied with for over a year and instead some murderous criminal.
After a long, quiet moment, Remus nods. "Yes. I'm... a werewolf." It takes him great effort to say it.
After another long, quiet moment, Potter claps his hands once and backs away. "Now then!" He crows. "Now that that's settled, I think we're late for dinner, lads."
Remus is completely mystified, in the midst of the melting tension. "What?"
You and Potter are grinning a little. "You really think we care if you're a werewolf? You're our best mate, Lupin. We don't."
EFFECTS:
+5000 loyalty!!!!
+400 Sirius has friends?!
+400 pack!
first successful transformation into dog form
Date: 2015-04-25 10:44 pm (UTC)Signeu: first successful transformation into dog form
Gained: Day 142, Jo the Ghost
[ "He started running - sprinting wildly and breathlessly towards the distant lake, picking up speed on the downhill slope.
His mind was filled with terrible thoughts and images, ones he couldn't block out – not ever again. They were driving him crazy with guilt and self-loathing and hatred towards his family and his blood.
He wished he could take his magic and burn them away. Burn away the taint of shadows and the Dark Arts. Burn away the impurity of his mother's and father's pureblood genes and all he inherited along with them.
Burn it all away and just stop thinking altogether.
There was a deep burning beginning in his stomach. At first Sirius thought it was his imagination, or an effect of his erratic running. But he had grown up with magic all his life and it wasn't long before he recognised the heat of raw power. It gathered from his core deep inside him and built in his belly, shifting and growing.
He smiled. This was it. He was burning. Burning it all away. His thoughts, his blood, his wickedness. Everything he was. It raced up from his stomach in rivers of fire that poured through his veins, filling him as it grew hotter and hotter. He ran faster and faster, careening down the hill as the fire filled him. This was it. What did they call it? Spontaneous combustion, wasn't it? When a person just caught fire and burned from the inside out. Blissful oblivion.
And then it exploded, filling him, expanding. He was knocked off his feet by the power of it, rolling head-over-heels down the hill, his eyes closed, his limbs jerking until he finally slowed to a stop on the banks of the lake.
He lay still for a long moment, huffing and snorting and trying to catch his breath. Was he still on fire? Why didn't it hurt?
Slowly, slowly, he opened his eyes.
The whole world had gone grey." ]
— from Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign
EFFECTS:
+500 hatred for his family
+1000 determination
+5000 batshit crazy tbh
neupos: working on the marauder's map
Date: 2015-07-07 02:20 am (UTC)gained: day 155, bone witch
It's a lot of work, but the four of you don't mind. The potential uses for this thing far outweigh the arduous process.
It's a lot of measuring spells, written spells, a lot of schlepping around the castle and measuring every bloody inch of hallway there is to be had. But the Marauders enjoy it; all the secret passageways you stumble across are more than worth the effort.
At first the lot of you had intended to use it as a general map of the castle, for planning pranks and whatnot. But then Remus came across a spell that plotted the feet of the inhabitants of the castle within the map, as well as their movements, and everything changed.
It's a lot of work, but it's one of the finest bits of magic Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs have ever created: the Marauder's Map.
EFFECTS:
+4000 teamwork/camraderie
+3000 cleverness
+1000 amazing work ethic ngl
+1000 prankster nature