Aeli Kindara

He's not entirely sure why he's here, at her funeral. They haven't been in contact for years. He simply saw the obituary and, on a whim, jotted the date down on his calendar — and now here he is, standing awkwardly at the outskirts of the crowd of mourners, not sure why he's here at all and watching the red-haired man approach.

Sirius has managed to get himself and his friends locked in an unused linen closet by an irate house-elf. His friends aren't very happy with him. Featuring old potions homework, pink armadillos, and carrots.

In Iceland, they didn't need anything. They only needed the moors and they only needed together and they slept beneath the midnight sun and the endless sky and raced to the end of the world and fell off the edge together. They were in love. (Frank/Alice.)

They were the Blacks, the elite, the strong. But when their world of darkened hallways and silver serpents was shattered, a new chapter of the family history began: one of rebellion, and one of sorrow and loss. This is a portrait of the Black cousins, and a chronicle of the years that tore them apart.