Currently Reading ToA Book 4 (tyrants Tomb)... No One Told Me Dakota Dies Wtf My Fruit Punch Baby Died....

currently reading ToA book 4 (tyrants tomb)... no one told me Dakota dies wtf my fruit punch baby died.... man i hate when characters die

this book is such an emotional rollercoaster

Prompt - Spell 03/10/24 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 336

"Whatcha doin'?" Evan drawled out, curious and nosey as always as he leant over Barty's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the parchment he was feverishly scribbling on. He was writing like a mad man. The ink scribbled and smudged across the page incoherently. Barty tried to cover it with his arms before he blotted it leaving inky imprints of words over his pale skin and the page nothing more than a smudged mess, he balled the parchment up and threw it into a pile with countless others; balled or torn and some of them even burnt on the edges. Barty grimaced. "Piss off, Rosie," he grumbled through gritted teeth - he noticed his jaw was hurting. How long had he been clenching it? He didn't know, maybe since he'd started this endeavour. The last thing he needed right now was his boyfriends judgement. He attempted to shoo him off with a dismissive hand. It didn't work. Instead, the idiot plucked up the balled up parchment and cleared his throat in a stiffled laugh.

"Dear Fater. I, you're son, is writing to infirm you tat I will not be returning home this sumer" Evan burst into laughter while Barty could only hide in his hands, Evan nudged his hands away cupping his face tenderly "Merlin you can't spell" he muttered before holding the crinkled parchment up once more. "I also need to tell you that I am a humo homoseg gay. I don't care what you think, shove you're upinyon up you're arse. From Barty"

Evan put the letter down gently with a bemused expression, clearly getting a kick out of how terrible it was. Barty prepared himself for cruel words and taunting but instead he sat himself down on a chair beside Barty and plucked the quill from his fingers "you tell me what you want to say and I'll write it nicely for you love" he murmured as he dunked the quill into the ink well. And oh... oh Barty fell in love all over again.

me every time I post something

I want to write a school years long fic (prob Remus POV because i kin him) and I've been stuck for a while... do I make Regulus a ravenclaw and save him or do I make him slytherin and have canon compliance and drown the man

Please and thank you.

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