We’ve got the obligatory classics: Wuthering Heights, The Picture of Dorian Gray, at least one Shakespeare (Twelfth Night is there, I get a vibe, no I will not elaborate) and a fair bit of Austen (though he prefers the Brontë sisters).
These are the books that he’s been gifted, and there are some really nice copies from friends that would have cost a lot.
He has books on Egyptian history: Library of Alexandria, the many Pharaohs, massive books on specific Gods, gruesome books about the embalming technique (you can bet for at least a year Remus would threaten to embalm people like the Egyptians and they were half scared he would)
There are so many old poetry books he picked up for 50p in charity shops and second hand bookstores (but not the fancy ones, because who can afford that?), with all his annotations in.
These annotations range from detailed analysis of the use of iambic pentameter to little notes just saying ‘savage’.
And of course he uses random notations nobody else can understand, because it’s faster to write.
He’s also got loads of travel books
Half the ones aren’t even for places he wants to go, but he saw the book and had to get it, because that’s what he does
He’ll flick through it, make note of the most interesting places, and then keep it on his bookshelf forever (f o r e v e r)
He never throws books away
He’ll lend them out to his friends, lose them and then forget they exist, put them in his bag and then just leave them at the bottom next to old papers, make nonsensical piles of books all over the dormitory which he’ll never touch, and so many other things
But he will never, ever, ever get rid of any of his books.
He also never buys books new
They’re too expensive (especially in hardback) and he likes the character of a book with pages falling out and marks from previous owners (although usually it’s just food stains rather than witty notes)
He’s also got a weird system about books that nobody except him understands (people genuinely think that he’s making up half his rules when they borrow his books)
Like, he folds the pages and writes in the books in pencil, but if anyone dares bring a pen or highlighter near his books there’s a chance they’ll be murdered brutally
And you can read books in the bath/shower (since water dries) but you can’t eat messy food with books (because tomato sauce stains don’t wash out)
If the cover starts peeling off naturally (it happens, especially when you throw books at people, which he does) then it’s fine, but if someone defaces the cover (or just rips it) then, again, prepare for death
And then between the poetry and travel books we have trashy novels
And these are the kind of things that he’ll read when he’s too tired to think properly
He doesn’t read them for the intellectual stimulation, just for enjoyment, but as soon as anyone starts slagging people off for exclusively reading these kinds of books, he’ll fight them
He’s against book shaming (as we all should be) and will slap a bitch to defend someone’s reading honour (is that a thing? we’re going with it)
Anyway, after the one-time-read novels, we have the notebooks
He keeps notebooks on his bookshelf, because that way he can at least find them
(Except his journal and poetry notebooks, which he hides)
He’s got notebooks for language learning, since I firmly believe he’s a linguistic superstar, and they have his notes and practice sentences
And then there are just filled up notebooks, where he’s written to-do lists and played games of hangman
Of course, he doesn’t throw these away either, and he has quite a collection building up
In fact, he has so many books in general that they’re everywhere
We’re talking a completely filled bookshelf, a pile of books next to his bed, a pile for his To Be Read Soon books, a pile for his I Swear I’ll Read Them Eventually books, a pile for his I Need To Read Them Again books, a pile for the books he wants to lend to people but keeps forgetting, a pile for the books that he wants to find a specific quote or paragraph in, a pile for his books that he has yet to sort, and a pile for the books that he just throws down as soon as he walks in the room
He has a reputable library building
And this kind of irritates other people, because they can’t walk around without tripping over a pile of books, but they don’t mind too much because he’s just so passionate about them that they feel bad complaining
And anyway, when they eventually mention that they’re in a bit of a reading slump, he’ll immediately run off and come back with five or six books that they’d like
When they thank him he’ll just mumble and walk off, but he actually loves choosing books for people
And when they come back to him and say that they thought the book was amazing, he basically dies
He considers being a librarian for a bit, but then he realises he’d also have to deal with the defaced books, so decides against it
He’s still known as the informal librarian, anyway, and people always respect his book rules, so he doesn’t have to kill anyone for ruining the front covers or highlighting sections
Sometimes people will give him more books as thank you gifts for recommending them all books, and it’s genuinely the biggest compliment he could be given.
Whenever Remus felt self-conscious about his scars, Sirius took his face between his hands and lightly kissed each one. as he did so, he whispered, “I love every single scar. I love you, i’m here and i’m not going anywhere.”
marauders era → sirius black
sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. he was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither james’s nor harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.
Sirius tried to carve info on the walls of his cell in Azkaban, after he starts to realize that one day he’ll forget Remus.
And although the dementors make him relieve his worst memories forever, nothing terrifies him more than the thought of forgetting Remus. He thinks about the way his lips had felt against his and he resists the urge to touch them, scared of losing the memory. He knows that he would feel the same pain he felt, when James died. So, that’s why he starts writting about Remus’ appearance. The colour of his eyes and hair, the way he tilts his head back when he smiles, the sound of his sweet laughter, habits, likes, dislikes... everything.
Don’t hate me, but imagine this song playing in the background in All The Young Dudes during Mary’s and Remus’ phone call and him sinking to his knees.
i face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. — r.a.b.
Sylvia Plath, from Unpublished Poems; “Barren Woman”
Text ID: The moon lays a hand on my forehead,
Sirius: May i sit here?
Remus: That’s my lap.
Sirius: That doesn’t answer my question, Remus.
To anyone thinking Sirius is an only-dog person, may i remind you of this beautiful friendship ♥
(In my head Sirius is a disney princess… ‘cause > friend with Crookshanks, Buckbeak, random exotic birds, a whole bunch of animal sidekicks ! … And i’m sure he lured all the rats he eated by singing, come on)
(another very very stupid thought > he was helped by aquatic mammals to escape Azkaban and swim to the shore… Picture that)
When Regulus gets Sorted into Slytherin and officially ripped away from his older brother, Sirius takes the loss hard, not quite used to the radio silence or seeing his brother on the opposite side of the battlefield. He misses talking to his little brother, so he hatches a brilliant idea. He marches up to Regulus one afternoon, face contorted in anger, and yells, comment allez vous? Tu me manques! Regulus’ eyebrows furrow in confusion as Sirius stares at him, waiting for an answer, and then he understands. Je vais bien. Tu me manques aussi! Their loud voices draw a crowd, students only too excited to see the Black Brothers fighting, unaware that they’re really just confessing how much they miss each other. It’s a clever code that allows them to speak on occasion, just enough for Sirius to know that his little brother still loves him, that he hasn’t lost him quite yet.
James wearing Sirius' leather jacket and doing an impersonation of him in their dorm and he goes like “Remus Lupin. Wow. Moony is HOT.”
𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 | 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐩 | 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 | 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚 | 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲 ☽
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