rainbows and setting suns, they all
come into the darkness when we were one
—Oxygen Mask by Eisley
This is a color-based look at Marauder Era Hogwarts, written for the VIBGYOR/Rule of Seven Challenge by CeliaEquus. I'll be going in ROYGBIV order, with a new character for each chapter. There will be seven chapters, and each entry will be 350 words long, which, of course, is a multiple of seven.
At the beginning of every chapter there be some lyrics from a song by Eisley, which is a wonderful band with awesome songs. All the words in the verses that remind me of the prompt color will be un-italicized.
So basically besides all the tl;dr stuff: it's a Marauder Era collection based on the rainbow and inspired by Eisley songs, please read and REVIEW, there's a dear, enjoy~
even though I miss you, I'm thankful
it's obvious that this war was futile
so put your hands together and clap for
the painful choice you've made 'cause it's right
—Smarter by Eisley
"Ooo, Sirius got a howler!"
Sirius rolled his eyes at James' cry, shoving away the boy's elbow as it tried to dig into his side. The creamy parchment unfolded sharply, the crimson ribbon that bound it unrolling into a serpentine tongue. He stared at the angular face in the paper as it opened its mouth, red strip snapping and coiling angrily, and he waited for the words he knew were coming.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK," the letter screeched in his mother's all-too-familiar, acrimonious tones. Sirius's stomach turned over and the back of his throat went dry and sour."YOU HAVE DEFILED YOUR NAME AND YOUR FAMILY. WRETCHED CHILD, STAIN OF DISHOUNOR, SHAME OF MY FLESH—"
He snapped his hand up and leveled his wand at the howler. Nostrils flaring, he hissed, "Incendio."
The letter gave a dry scream as the red flames licked up around the angry creases of the eyes. The sound crumbled into a high-pitched warble as it dropped to the table, blackening and curling in on itself. James gave a whoop of approval and a raucous laugh as Remus patiently put out the fire with a well-placed Aguamenti. Peter smiled and babbled something encouraging. Automatically, Sirius quipped an answer, proud and mocking, not even listening to the words coming out of his mouth.
He smirked at his Gryffindor friends, ignoring the stinging behind his eyes and the trembling of his insides.
Sirius ran a hand through his hair as he joked, and he remembered cool, slender fingers pushing his unruly locks back from his forehead. He remembered grey eyes lighting up with pleasure at an ingenious prank or a perfectly performed spell. He remembered the hot scarlet burning of his cheeks for a word out of turn and the room boiling with her anger.
He remembered choosing gold over silver and red over green.
"Another Black, is it? Well, there is an obvious path for you…but you are different, are you not, Sirius?"
"Am I supposed to answer that?"
"Not necessarily, child…still, perhaps…you would prefer bravery instead of cunning?"
"…yes."
Sirius had always liked red better.
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