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Oh my god Henry please kill this bitch too he’s pissing me off

„Henry, of course, had done marvelously. He didn’t say so, but he didn’t have to. He, in some senses, was the author of this drama and he had waited in the wings a long while for this moment, when he could step onto the stage and assume the role he’d written for himself: cool but friendly; hesitant; reticent with details; bright, but not as bright as he really was. He’d actually enjoyed talking to them.“

It’s still fucking me up how Richard had absolutely nothing to do with the murder of the farmer and just helped kill Bunny out of pure pettiness and spite 😭 like the others at least had SOMEWHAT of a motive (though debatable) but Richard was truly in it for the love of the game and I kinda have to respect that tbh

Okay so was Richard and Francis making out just an isolated incident that we aren’t going to mention again…? Like what is happening 😭

„For one horrible instant I thought that Francis was going to laugh aloud but somehow he managed to turn it into a theatrical battery of coughs, hiding his face behind his hand. With barely a glance Henry slapped him, hard, on the back.“
Idk why this is so funny to me 😭

“But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?”
Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.”
Pls this man is NOT real 😭

„Nihil sub sole novum, I thought as I walked back down the hall to my room. Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.“

“He still didn’t understand, Remus realised, sadly. He still didn’t know why they couldn’t just carry on the way they were. Stupid, beautiful, impossible boy.”
KEVIN DAY REFERENCE? If I had a nickel for every time a traumatised teen boy described his doomed situationship as stupid and beautiful I would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

“Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things—naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror—are too terrible to really ever grasp at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory, that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself—quite to one’s surprise—in an entirely different world.”

“What is unthinkable is undoable.”

“Never once, in any immediate sense, did it occur to me that any of this was anything but a game. An air of unreality suffused even the most workaday details, as if we were plotting not the death of a friend but the itinerary of a fabulous trip that I, for one, never quite believed we’d ever really take.”

“One likes to think there’s something in it, that old platitude 'amor vincit omnia'. But if I’ve learned one thing in my short sad life, it is that that particular platitude is a lie. Love doesn’t conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool.”

Henry Winter found poisoning innocent dogs as research for his nefarious plan to murder his best friend I said oh I’m sure

“I might break his heart.” She bit her lip, still watching him flying, blowing his whistle and pointing emphatically at the goal rings.
“You might.” Remus agreed, “But I think James Potter would consider it an honour to have his heart broken by you.”

“He reminded me a bit of your friend, Sirius Black.” “Oh?!” That got his attention. And Sirius’s too, Remus could practically feel him straighten up. “Yeah,” Christopher smiled coyly, “Sorry, but it’s pretty obvious you have a bit of a thing for him.”
CLOCK HIS ASS

“He would close the door on whatever his relationship with Sirius had been - it was fine to look upon Christmas as a fond memory, or to feel a little bit lonelier, a little less whole - but this was entirely necessary, both for his health and his sanity. Sirius was not the whole world, as much as he might seem it sometimes.”

“I couldn’t ask--”
“You don’t need to,” Sirius shook his head. He leaned forward and kissed Remus so, so gently on the lips, barely a whisper. “Anything for our Moony.”
So what if I literally kill myself

Marlene is so in love with Mary I swear

WITH MARY? I’m sorry that’s insane omg

“When it came down to it, Remus could face a vicious killer in a dark alley; could make demands on Dumbledore himself. But he could not say no to Sirius.”

“God, I love arguing with you, Remus thought, feeling the heat flare up his neck, desire for Sirius just about burning him up, I could argue with you forever.”

“Sirius is my best friend, and a Gryffindor, and the Potters love him – but to everyone else he’s still a Black. He’ll spend the rest of his life trying not to be, no matter how many good things he does. Because people never forget things like that – they think that what you are makes you who you are.”

“It’s a terrible thing, what we did,” said Francis abruptly. “I mean, this man was not Voltaire we killed. But still. It’s a shame. I feel bad about it.”
“Well, of course, I do too,” said Henry matter-of-factly. “But not bad enough to want to go to jail for it.”
I actually can’t w him omg 💀

Henry complaining about Bunny getting ice cream on his chair and antique rug after returning from a dionysian ritual in which he ended up murdering someone like this man is NOT real

“You’re not a dark creature.” James said, suddenly, “You’re our Moony.”
Alright cut the show I’m done

“Do you have any idea what it was like finding out you’d sneaked off?!” Sirius shouted. Remus raised an eyebrow at him. Sirius blinked, and stepped back, slightly, looking down. “For all of us, I mean.”

“I know, professor, you aren’t referring to any bodily harm I might have come to. That is clearly the least of your concerns, considering I had been tearing myself apart for eight years before anyone decided to intervene.”

“There are good and bad people. Good and bad wizards. Why should monsters be any different?”

“Wolves cannot murder. You know this, Remus Lupin.”
“But we aren’t wolves, are we?” He whispered. “Not all the time.”

“Moony…” he laid a cool, tentative hand on Remus’s shoulder, lightly, as if Remus might spin around and snap at him like a wild animal, “He didn’t make you who you are.”