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So, gakked off noneedofcrepe . The first five people to comment with prompts will get drabbles (not sketches, because, haha, I can't fucking draw). Stream of consciousness I really can't write, as schribaere knows now. Sorry, dear, but I really really really can't. But, everything else is good, and y'all know my fandoms.

ETA: The five prompts are:

noneedofcrepe : WALBURGA AND TINYTINYBELLA. BEING AWESOME.

ceredwensirius : Sirius. Any Age. Clueless.

schribaere : Minotaurus, childhood.

noneedofcrepe : Immediate Black Family. The Birds and Bees Talk.

fawatson : The Persian Boy. Ptolemy and Bagoas, Parallels in love and commitment to Alexander.

Basiliskos.

For cutthroatpixie, who requested it in this post, a Bellatrix-Walburga drabble.

 

 

“He’s tiny.”

 

“He’s a infant, Bella.”

 

“And sort of wrinkled. And red. And extremely unprepossessing.”

 

“Seems we have an art critic on our hands.”

 

“Bella’s always had impeccable taste. Darling, you remember Sirius was much the same. And Narcissa.”

 

“I wasn’t.”

 

“Oh, no. How could Bella be aught save perfect and beautiful?”

 

“Can I play with him?”

 

“Not just yet. He’s… a tad fragile.”

 

“Honestly, Aunt Walburga, I won’t break him.”

 

“Of course not, Bellatrix. However… Kreacher?”

 

“Mistress?”

 

“Put Master Regulus to bed.”

 

“Yes mistress.”

 

“That’s what you’re calling him?”

 

“Yes. It means little king. Don’t you approve?”

 

“It’ll do.”
 

Choosing

This is for ceredwensirius who asked for Sirius, any age, clueless, here. Not entirely sure how well this fits in.

 

“You’d better go into… GRYFFINDOR!”

 

“No.”

 

“Get up, Mr. Black.”

 

“I can’t be a Gryffindor.”

 

“You are.”

 

“But, Professor...”

 

“Get up, Mr. Black.”

 

“Yes, Professor.”

 

***

 

“What did you say?”

 

“I… didn’t. I don’t want to be a Gryffindor.”

 

“Aunt Walburga’s going to kill you.”

 

“She is not. Sirius, it’s not your fault.”

 

“But I can’t be a Gryffindor.”

 

“Sirius. It’s not like you don’t know anybody. See, there’s… James. And… Alice Prewett.”

 

“But Meda.”

 

“You’re a Black. And you’re our heir. Don’t whine.”

 

“Yes, Narcissa.”

 

“Now go to your table. McGonagall’s looking at us.”

 

***

 

“Remus Lupin.”

 

“Sirius Black.”