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as a person who hates being called short but uses their height(or lack therof) to their advantage when it suits them, i fucking stan logan tremblay.

ok a few things. leo cant have been in year 8 when finnlo met. then he would be approx 4-5 years younger than lo. this would make lo 22-23 when leo joined the lions. however in leos first year it was made clear that it was around logans third year on the team, making lo 24-25 and finn 25-26. the timeline(in the fics) was kinda messed up i think but i know those things are really confusing to make and get down pact so no judgement here.

ALSO I LOVE THAT YOURE THINKING WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT THE TIMLINES TOO AND NOT JUSt LEAVING IT BE COS SAME I THOUGHT ABOUT IT TOO MUCH.

also lumosinlove wolfstar maths.

sirius joined when he was 18 right. after he graduated hs we're assuming. so hes 18 turning 19. it said that it took him two years to open up(also remus was already there and familiar with other players eg james so remus had already been on the team for at least a year when sirius joined right) hear me out.

so sirius opened up when he was approx 20. then in 2020(the year sweater weather is set) they say sirius had opened up 2 years ago so sirius is 22. now idk if it was lumosinlove but i think it was and they said that sirius and remus are about the same age and like 24. BUT.

sirius is 22 right. remus was at least 22 when he joined the team(we're assuming that was a year before sirius did). also we'll say remus was 22 for argument's sake but he couldve been older. he was in uni when he got his injury but we dont know if he was studying physical therapy or whatever. he mightve had to go back to uni and changed his major.

(idk what im talking about university in the us and canada confuses me but yknow what i mean)

so remus mightve had to go back to college for another four year(cos we know that he was a senior when he got his injury cos everyone thought he was going to be drafted first. i also dont know hockey bear with me.

BUT. we'll say he was already studying physical therapy while doing college hockey. so he graduates at 22. joins the team. then sirius joins after at least a year of remus being on the team. remus is 23 turning 24 and sirius is like 18 turning 19.

come to "present" day 2020. sirius is approx 22 and remus is approx 27.

this is a friendly discussion guys im not trying to be rude to anyone feel free to correct me ive probably gotten something wrong here. seriously no offense to anyone. lumosinlove is a fucking genius such a good writer and would be rich if fanfics could be sold istg.

FinnLo Math

Hi, welcome to Lucky's hyper fixation at the current moment

For the past two weeks I have binge read Sweater Weather, Vaincre, and Coast to Coast by the lovely @lumosinlove and just want to say, Jesus Christ. I have actually fallen in love with O'Nutzy SO HARD and they are amazing and I'm absolutely a slave to Harvard Era FinLo. To @lumosinlove, this is a masterpiece and now I want to watch hockey, you've infected me.

Anyway, with credits out of the way, I did some math, (get ready for Harvard era FinLo math under cut)

*Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and I did not create this story, so everything I say may be completely incorrect. Any of this may be disproven in Breakaway, which I don't/won't have the ability to read. Most of this is based off cannon times and events within the Sweater Weather universe, but I have made clear where cannon ends and my assumptions begin. Again, these are not my characters and all credit goes to @lumosinlove, This is not making fun of, patronizing, or degrading the all around fantastic story they have created, and is simply pointing out things I have noticed.*

Now in Coast to Coast, I noticed some strange things that Finn says. He tells Logan he's been in love with him for eight years, right? And over the course of the story Logan mentions he's loved Finn for 7 at some point (that may actually be in Vaincre, if it is the math lines up so that's a testy point). And when they kissed in part V of Coast to Coast it said it had been four years since they last kissed. This threw me off, because I knew this was, what, early January of 2020 in universe.

So I did some digging. Finn is a year older than Logan, meaning when Logan came to Harvard in 2014 (codified in Coast to Coast part VII, the very start, includes sexy Batman during Logan's first Halloween party at Harvard), he would have been a Freshman while Finn was a Sophomore.

Now it isn't clear whether their first kiss in 2015 was when at the end of the 2014-2015 school year or the start of the 2015-2016 school year (though Logan doesn't have a car, so that lends a little more credibility to Logan still being a Freshman, but it kinda seems like Logan never has a car in general, even in Sweater Weather and Vaincre). I tend to think it's the start of the 2015-16 school year because that's when Finn met Hanna, and those sorts of things don't really carry over after being apart for the summer. Anyway, this means it would be Finn's Junior year.

Now their last kiss before Finn leaves is supposedly in May of 2016, which was part II in Coast to Coast, but that doesn't make sense because it is stated that they are only one year apart,

[I'm pretty sure at least. Later in Coast to Coast it mentions Finn's rookie year and it's said that it was only one (1) really bad year without Logan (same goes for Logan as a senior) before Logan is drafted to the Lions after he graduates. This means they're only one year apart, so the 2016 thing I believe to be wrong]

and if you do the math with Logan being a Freshman in the 2014-2015 school year, he would be a Junior when Finn is a Senior in the 2016-2017 school year (I have a whole timeline trust me on this, it'll be at the bottom). So theoretically their last kiss would have been in May of 2017.

Now their next kiss in in January of 2020. Based off of the very beginning of Sweater Weather, the time period of the fic is the 2019 NHL season, so starting in September, it would be January of 2020 when Remus and Sirius' photos got leaked, right before All-stars, which Logan was going on. The same day the photos are leaked, Finn and Logan kiss for the first time since May of 2017.

If you tally it up, it would be 2 years and 7 months since they had last kissed: Seven months left in 2017, plus all of 2018 and 2019 {Essentially (7+12+12)/12}. Notably, not four years.

[If we are going on the timeline where the last kiss is in 2016, it would be 3 years and 7 months, which would be much more reasonable to say four years; however, that timeline is a little jacked so.]

The other thing that threw me off is Finn saying he'd been in love with Logan for eight years, which I also believe to be wrong.

Finn says to Logan when they are officially getting together in part V of Coast to Coast that he'd loved Logan for eight years, which doesn't make sense if they only just met in August of 2014.

To put it simply, they wouldn't have known each other for eight years. Again, if you tally it up, that's five months in 2014, five years, and then about half a month in 2020. {Essentially (5 + 12 + 12 + 12 + 12 + 12 + 1/2) / 12}. Let's just say they've known each other for 5 years and 6 months. Again, not eight years.

There is the concern of not loving each other when they first met, but Finn does say that he had loved Logan since the moment he saw him at the training camps in 2014, which would have been when they first met, so we can disregard any buffer time.

[And I am about 90% sure that August of 2014 was when they first met because during the Halloween party scene in part VII of Coast to Coast Logan talks about how Finn is his "new roommate" and they'd only just met. I could be wrong.]

And about Logan saying he'd loved Finn for seven years, I don't remember if it is in Coast to Coast which ends in 2020 or in Vaincre which goes until summer of 2021. If it is in Vaincre, this is a totally moot point because it's correct for about 7 years, but if it's in Coast to Coast (thinking on it now it may even be in Sweater Weather, either one would be off), then it wouldn't have been 7 years, but anywhere between 5-6 years. I would need to go back and find the part.

Other Interesting Math Things I figured out while Hyper fixating:

Alex O'Hara:

In Vaincre it says that Alex had to come from somewhere other than Harvard to see Finn in the hospital after he had gotten his first concussion, meaning he wasn't attending Harvard at the time. Vaincre also introduces a whole gang of people who were all on the Harvard team at the same time, which included Alex and Logan. So there had to be at least one year where they were on it together, and I assume it's probably Logan's freshman year.

When Finn's concussion happens is never explicitly stated, but I am assuming it's Finn's Junior year based on Finn and Logan's relationship at the time (pinning and extremely reserved while not awaiting Finn leaving (all this is coming from Logan talking about the concussion in Vaincre)).

With all this to say, I can assume Alex was a Senior in the 2014-2015 school year, left to join Florida's team in 2015-2016 and met Kasey down there in their rookie year. (Obviously they proceeded to fall in love as all good O'Hara's do: fall in love with their best friend.)

Leo Knut:

*open's mouth* *closes mouth* *opens mouth again* *looks down at the ground* Leo was in 8th grade when Finn and Logan met.

Leo was 18 at the start of Sweater Weather (2019) with a birthday somewhere in Nov-Dec, so theoretically he would have been a Senior in High School the year before. If you just tick back the years, that would put him in 8th grade during the 2014-2015 school year.

Not anything important I just stumbled across it and thought it was worth sharing, may as well make this post longer.

All in All List of Math:

Logan and Finn's last kiss before Finn left for Gryffindor would have been in May of 2017 not 2016

Their next kiss would be 2 years and 7 months later, not 4 years later

Finn and Logan have been in love since they met in August of 2014, meaning they've been in love for 5 years and 6 months, not eight years.

Alex O'Hara shared his Senior year at Harvard with Logan during Logan's Freshman year

Leo Knut was in 8th grade when Finn and Logan met

Timeline

finally reading vaincre and im giggling

hello hello pandora

31 Mayıs 2024

11.04

Çok tatlı kuşlar ötüyor. Yoldan geçen arabaları ve suyun sesini duyuyorum.

Ağzımda yoğun bir kahve tadı var.

Çam ve sabah kokuyor.

Mavi görüyorum. Gökyüzü masmavi.

14.34

Provamız başlamak üzere. Bu sabah aklımdan geçen bazı şeyleri sıralamak istiyorum:

Her şey başlamadan önce ben rengarenk bir kızdım ve insanları bana çeken yönlerimden biri buydu.

Bileğimdeki dövmede yazdığı gibi, yaşamanın neşesi benim.

Işık bendim. Ben ay değilim. Kimsenin ışığını yansıtmıyorum. Güneşin ta kendisi benim. Alev alev parlayan benim.

Kendi hayatımı benden başka hiçkimse güzelleştiremez sadece var olarak ya da yok olarak.

Hayat ben nasıl olduğuna karar verirsem öyledir.

Gözlerime boncuklar taktım yine. En renkli kıyafetlerimi giyinip en renkli ojelerimi sürdüm. Hastanedeki sarı ojelerim geldi ardından aklıma. Sarı o zamanlar ölümü değil ayçiçeklerini anlatırdı bana.

Defalarca tekrarladım aynı cümleyi zihnimde:

"Işık, benim."

Ben yarın sabah altı buçukta uyanıp o gece o kaldırımda yanımda oturan adamı otogarda karşılamaya gideceğim.

Dilerim barışırız ve bu defa mutlu sonsuz olur.

İnsan bazen yolu unutsa da, bir gün mutlaka evine döner.

Her anlamda.

herkesi affettim, ama o gün bankta otururken hissettiğim şeyi unutamıyorum.

Yine beni karşılamaya gelmiş

Gryffindor Lions Refuse to Take a Step Backwards

Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Gryffindor Lions Captain and Forward TOPLINE Gryffindor Lions refuse to accept NHL's ban on Pride tape for their sticks. Albus Dumbledore, team owner, says he will personally cover any fines the team receives for their violations of uniform rules relating to diversity and equality theme nights. Past and present team members have offered to cover fines for any players on other teams who also visibly show their support on ice. Main Article We, and our whole Lions organization, categorically refuse to comply with the "guidelines" outlined in the NHL's memo sent out to all teams last night dictating what gear and uniforms can be worn on the ice for themed events. We will continue to use Pride tape in regular games and at our Pride Night, as will many of our teammates. We are grateful for the support from Lion's owner Albus Dumbledore, who reached out to Coach Weasley and the rest of the team to tell us that he would personally cover any fines we received for uniform violations relating to diversity and equality events this season. We have established a fund to cover any fines received by players on other teams who also continue to show their support with Pride tape or other uniform "violations". Any players wanting to contribute to the fund can reach out to us or the #Hockey4All foundation.

The NHL is taking a step backwards with their decision to ban visible on-ice support for diversity and equality initiatives. We can't support that. We have been open about our disappointment with the league's announcement last June to ban commemorative jerseys, and strongly condemn this latest attack by the league on the rights of players. We also want to take this opportunity to express our disappointment in the league's reinstatement of Arsenius Malfoy as assistant coach to the Slytherin Snakes. [Editorial note: Mr. Malfoy was proven to be responsible for the pictures which outed Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin in January 2020, and received a $50,000 fine and a one-year suspension from the league.] The outpouring of support we received from players, coaches, and fans following our outing has been greater than we ever imagined. I (Sirius) can't express how much it meant to see fellow players showing their support with Pride tape at the All-Star game the morning after I was outed. (Link to All-Star pre-game warm-up) Up until then, I hadn't realized how much support and acceptance there was among players, and that open, visible on-ice support was a turning point for me. I know it was for others too. The argument put forward by Commissioner Bettman and others that players are encouraged to "express themselves off the ice" is bullshit. Our platform comes from what we do on the ice, and on the ice is where we can best express our support for members of the LGBTQ+ community. The tape we use doesn't affect how we play hockey, but it can mean so much to our fans and younger players questioning whether they have a place in hockey. If the league aims to "keep the focus on the game", why are they choosing to take a stand that they know will be more of a "distraction" than the tape that we and many other players have used without any impact on our performance for the past season and a half?

We understand that not all players support us, and we don't think that any player should be forced to use Pride tape or wear a Pride jersey. That is not what we are arguing for - we are arguing for our right to show our support.

First Frost

Rating: General Audience, no ship unless squinting General description: Leo finds out what happens when a sidewalk frosts over. Cast: Leo Knut, Finn O'Hara, Remus Lupin Thanks to @noots-fic-fests for organising, and @lumosinlove for such lovely characters to play with. ---

“Awww, yikes!”

Leo goes down, grabbing onto the railing as his gangly legs flail out from under him. He starts pulling himself back up, his legs dancing on the slippery pavement as he tries to find traction. Failing, he gives up and scoots on his butt to sit against the railing’s post. Finn collapses with laughter in the doorway.

“Is this why you wanted to get up early and go for a walk before practice, Knut?”, Finn asks as he regains his breath.

“It looks so pretty out, like everything has been etched over by tiny lutins. I forgot elves are also known for being dangerous, luring unsuspecting travelers to their doom,” Leo drawls, looking out over the frosted over shrubbery that lined the path sloping down to the sidewalk and road. “I had read about this, but never seen it before. Our sidewalks are different kinds of booby traps down in Nola.”

“This is your first ever frost? That does explain how a professional hockey player can’t manage to walk on a tiny dusting of ice,” Finn teases as he helps Leo lever himself up off the ground and shuffle back to safe ground. “Grip with your toes, grip with your toes.” Finn twirls the car keys around one finger. “Tell ya what. I’ll drive us to practice and park in the outdoor lot instead of the spot in the garage, and you can practice on a flat surface.” He throws his arm around Leo’s waist and starts steering him towards the stairwell. “You’ll get plenty of opportunities to see frost up close and personal this winter here in Gryffindor, I promise.”

Leo leans in to the support Finn is giving him, hoping Finn can’t feel his heartbeat speeding up at the casual contact initiated by his shorter teammate. He blows lightly on his palms, happy he had had the forethought to put on his light knit gloves before venturing out onto the treacherous pavement. The last thing he needed was scraped up hands, he’s still getting used to his new Lions blocker and glove.

In the car, Leo presses his forehead to the window, watching the frosted landscape pass by, marvelling as they pass through the park across from the arena.

Finn pulls into an empty space in the near-deserted parking lot, about halfway between the subway station exit and the arena’s entry. Hopping out of the car, he yells out to the lone walker leaving the subway, “Loops! Come watch a baby deer learn to walk!” He dashes around the hood to open Leo’s door before he can do it himself.

Remus comes striding over, and offers Leo a hand to get out of the car. “Oh right, I guess you aren’t used to walking on frost yet. It’s a vital skill up here, especially if you aren’t planning on getting your own car.”

Leo leans lightly on Remus, gripping his forearm tightly as Leo’s feet threaten to betray him on the slippery concrete. “Thanks Loops. I haven’t got the trick of it yet.”

Finn butts in, “I told him the trick is to grip with your toes.” Loops joins in, chanting with Finn, “Grip with your toes, grips with your toes!”  The two look at each other, give a high five, “Ya man!”.

“I am so lost right now”, comments Leo, still struggling to find his footing while Remus shakes with laughter next to him.

“Kiss my lucky egg?” Finn asks.

“Some people say you know you can’t believe”, Remus starts off, with Finn joining in for “Hey Jamaica, we got a bobsled team.”

Leo looks at them both, completely bewildered. “I am definitely missing the reference. Seriously, how do I do this?”

“Aw, sorry Knut. Here, for now, practice sliding your feet along as though you are skating, just with smaller strides.” Finn steps out in front, demonstrating, then Remus slowly slides one foot forward and waits for Leo to copy him.

“You got this Knut, you are a professional hockey player, you can skate. It’s just like skating,” Remus adds, guiding Leo into another step forward.

The three make their way slowly to the rink’s entrance, Leo chanting the whole time under his breath, “I’m a hockey player, I can do this. I’m a hockey player, I can do this.”

Leo snippet

Just a little snippet with Leo and Pascal in the gym.

Rating: General audience, no ship even if squinting. Reference to an F-bomb.

General description: Leo looks up how to walk on slippery pavement. Pascal takes pity on a rookie.

Cast: Leo Knut, Pascal Dumais Thanks to @noots-fic-fests for organising, and @lumosinlove for sharing their sandbox.

-- “Grip with your toes, grip with your toes, yeah, yeah…”, Leo grumbled, hunched over his cellphone in the team gym. The tips of his ears were still burning red from the ribbing he’d received earlier from Cap when Finn and Remus (the traitors) showed him the video of his first attempt at walking on the frosty path out of their building. Cap had had the same response as Remus and Finn, complete with silly little dance.

On the one hand, Leo was embarrassed that the video existed, and that it would definitely be shared around the locker room not just today but for as long as he was on the Lions. On the other hand, it was fairly mild in terms of rookie initiation, and it was definitely warmed his heart that the teasing was so good-natured. He really felt welcomed by the team, and was relieved that Cap was much more approachable in person than his media persona indicated. Leo had heard a couple of whispers about Sirius having been a Capsicle during his first couple of seasons, and so was really pleased that he himself wasn’t being frozen out until he had proven his worth. The locker room generally exuded an air of friendliness and Leo gave thanks once again that he’d been drafted by the Lions instead of say, the Snakes, whose locker room morale was rumoured to be among the worst in professional sports.

“How to walk on frosty pavements”, he googled, opening up the WikiHow article. He scanned quickly through the article. “Candle wax? Seriously?”

A nearby snort had him raising his head from the screen. He had missed his teammates starting to filter in.

Pascal moved in beside him, throwing his arms over his shoulders. “Ah Nutty, no. Don’t bother with that, Kunzy can tell you that it will just F- up your trainers. Come to my place tonight, we will have a team movie night, you will learn to grip with your toes.”

Pots picks up the call, bellowing out to the now full gym, “Movie night at the Dumais house. Rookies bring popcorn!”

Snippet - Remedial movie night @ Dumo's

Rating: General audience, O'Knutzy with some long-distance squinting General description: Snippet of a movie night at Dumo's. Leo learns to "Grip with his toes". Thanks as ever to @noots-fic-fests for the prompts and cards, and @lumosinlove for the characters -- “Okay, guys, I get it now. Grip with my toes, grip with my toes.” Leo gets hauled up off the couch from where he was sandwiched between Logan, Katie, and Finn - all three had dozed off. Kunz and Nado made him do the little dance with them, even as Nado cracked up at tall, gangly Leo on his tiptoes.

“Tu sais, en francais, le nom de ce film, c’est Rasta Rocket?”

“Quoi?!”

“Ouais.”

“C’est pire que Very Bad Trip, ça.”

Kunz, Nado, Pots, and Blizzard had just started a rousing rendition of “Hey, Jamaica, you know you won’t believe…” when Celeste’s voice came from the kitchen.

“Okay boys, it’s almost midnight, time to go home.” Katie’s little voice piped up, “Non, non, Lolo, ne veux pas faire dodo.”

How to win at extracurriculars - Snippet

General rating: General audiences, reference of mild pining but no boats afloat.

Cast: Olli Halli, Cole Reyes

Description: Headcanon and set-up at end, because it makes more sense there to me(?), but essentially, the new rookie gets assigned to a veteran lineman for the Lions' annual fall team-building and community engagement activity... which happens to get Percy extra credit for math class.

Big thanks to @lumosinlove for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for organising, and @hazelnoot-analyst for organised archiving :) -- "Bear right over crest. Bear right over crest? Where? Where is the bear? How do they know it will be standing right there when we all drive through this section of the stage?”

“No, Cole, there is no bear. That is a driving instruction.”

“It would be a lot more fun if there were a real bear.”

“Somehow, I think arranging for that surpasses even the Lions’ budget for team-building and community events.” “How do they figure this as a team-building and community engagement anyway, it’s just two or three of us alone in our cars? Plus, I guess some Lions’ staff manning checkpoints.”

“I guess one of Coach’s kids, maybe Charlie?, did something like this a few years ago for a math class, and offered to keep doing it for extra credit and getting his drivers’ license faster. Then Percy picked it up and built it into a fundraiser, and combined it with driving lessons so that he could get a learner’s permit at fourteen, or something like that? I dunno. All I know is, somehow, we end up doing this each year the weekend before the season opener. Coming up to an intersection, need the next instruction rookie.”

“Stop, T, right.”

“You sure? The sign says dead end.”

“Hold on. No. Stop, T, left. Sorry Olli.”

“Geez, they sent us a D-man who doesn’t know his right and left? Caray.”

“Geez?”

“You’ll pick it up. Loopsisms are contagious.” -- In which the Gryffindor Lions organisation sponsors a small car rally through the fall foliage each year. Rookies get assigned to co-drive for veteran linemen, ostensibly as team building. Community members can participate, students from local high schools get extra credit in their math classes for participating, juniors can get some extra supervised hours towards their driving license, and a good time is had by all. Loops and Moody used to get really into it and go all out with silly competitions like frisbee tosses or apple bobbing at their checkpoint. Nat and Lily would drive around delivering coffee to checkpoint teams, while Sirius would pretend to get lost so he could keep returning to the PT checkpoint multiple times throughout the afternoon. Winning community team gets to join a team dinner at Sid’s.

Sandwich de la rondelle - Snippet with a guest star

Rating : General audience, no ships but bad French

General description : Sirius, Théo Angevine, and Frederick Wentworth (borrowed from @amarguerite's most excellent Persuasion Skating AU) take part in a cooking segment for the morning news at the Canadian TV studio at the 2022 Olympics. (Yes, yes, I know NHLers didn’t participate, but this is an AU, shhh!) 

Pardon my French in the first part, I don’t think I’ve written in French for over a decade? Some of the English version is at the end, will maybe post the rest eventually?

Thanks to @lumosinlove and @amarguerite for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for organising the fic-o-ween prompts, and @hazelnoot-analyst for the archiving :)

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“Bienvenue à Salut Bonjour aux Jeux Olympiques, édition cuisine!  Je suis Corinne, et nous avons avec nous aujourd’hui trois des fils les plus connus de la Belle Province. Ils sont ici pour nous montrer quelques unes de leurs petites astuces pour garantir un bon match et pour faire part dans une petite échange culturelle. Vous les connaissiez: nous souhaitons la bienvenue à Théo Angévine, des Vegas Golden Knights; Sirius Black, des Gryffindor Lions; et Frédéric Wentworth, des Habitants et capitaine de l’équipe nationale. Les trois ensembles forment la première ligne à l’attaque pour Canada pour ces jeux à Beijing.

Alors, Théo et Sirius, on me dit que vous avez tous les deux un rituel d’avant match très, mais très similaire. Qu’est-ce que c’est qu’un sandwich de la rondelle et comment se fait-il que vous en fassiez tous les deux un avant chaque parti?” “Bon, d’abord”, Théo jette une petite sourire au studio, “pour commencer, il vous faut du pain de mie, de la beurre, une banane, une petite cuillère de cannelle, du sucre blanc, et l’incontournable beurre de cacahuète.”

“Crémeux, ou croquant?”, interjette Corinne.

“Crémeux.” “Croquant.” Disent Théo et Sirius en même temps.

« Et vous pouvez utiliser du miel au lieu du sucre blanc si, pour une raison ou un autre, vous n’en aviez pas. L’important c’est que votre sandwich à un gout sucré. » ajoute Sirius.

Les trois joueurs prennent chacun une banane dans la main, et commencent à le couper en petits tranches. « Comme des rondelles, tu vois? Ensuite, on les trempe dans le miel ou sucre, puis il faut les saupoudrer avec un ‘tit peu de la cannelle. Puis dans la poêle pour les caraméliser. Ça prend, quoi, trois minutes? »

« Entre temps, fait griller le pain, puis étale un peu de beurre sur chaque côté, et saupoudre avec le reste du mélange sucre cannelle, or qu’avec de la cannelle si tu n’as pas de sucre. »

« Étale une des tranches de pain avec ton beurre de cacahuète croquant » Sirius jette un regard un peu compétitif vers Théo, qui assiste Frédéric avec la caramélisation des rondelles de banane.

Théo reprend, « Quand vos rondelles ont une petite peau dure, c’est le temps de les étaler à leur tour sur le beurre de cacahuète bien crémeux. Fermez le sandwich, et voilà! » Un sandwich de la rondelle.

« Pour les petits, c’est tout aussi délicieux sans caraméliser les bananes, et comme ça il ne te faut rien qu’un grille-pain. »

Corinne leur demande l’origine du sandwich, puis prends une grande bouchée du sandwich préparé par Sirius.

« ‘Fin, quand nous étions des Peewees, Sirius et moi, nous étions sur la même équipe pour un saison ou deux. Sirius était deux, trois ans plus jeune, et il avait toujours l’air affamé avant chaque parti. Un jour je lui ai offert un part de mon sandwich – ma mère m’en faisait toujours trois. Aussi simple que ça. »

Tous les yeux tournent vers Sirius, qui hausse ces épaules. Frédéric lui donne une petite tape, comme pour dire Parle, connard. Sirius ajoute, « Oui c’est ça. Je crois que j’avais sept, huit ans? C’était la première fois que j’avais gouté un sandwich sucré. C’était le sandwich parfait, croquant, sucré, pain bien dorée. J’en mange un avant chaque match. Hé, tu en avais trois? Tu m’en donnais qu’un demi-sandwich et tu en avais trois?! »

« Merci Sirius, Théo. Maintenant, passons à l’échange culturelle. Frédéric Wentworth va nous démontrer une des recettes traditionnelles de chez lui à Kahnawake, le pain frit…. »

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The next morning, Sirius, Théo, and Freddy find themselves back in the TV studio, behind the counter of the cooking set, this time with the hosts for the English morning show. Lisa LaFlamme, hired back as a special reporter for the games, greets the three then jumps right into introducing the segment.

« Good morning Canada! This is Lisa LaFlamme in the Team Canada studios, and I am joined today by the sharp end of the first line of the men’s national hockey team, winger and Captain Frederick Wentworth, center Sirius Black, and winger Théo Angevine. They are here to recreate yesterday’s viral cooking session for our English viewers. In case you missed it, Theo and Sirius are going to share one of their pre-game rituals with us, and then Frederick Wentworth is going to show us all how to make a celebratory staple from the Kahnawake reservation.

Theo, Sirius, you two share a remarkably similar pre-game ritual. How did this happen, and what is a puck sandwich? »

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No nap for Cap - snippet

Based on the line “He’s also really bad at taking his pre-game nap.” from @lumosinlove team rosters. Rating: General audience, reference to Coops.

Setting: Long road trip – first game at the Climate Pledge arena in Seattle. A list of Sirius’s excuses to get out of the mandatory team nap on a rainy Seattle afternoon, and Coach Weasley’s responses. Thanks to @lumosinlove for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for organising, and @hazelnoot-analyst for the archiving :)

-I slept on the bus here from Vancouver. -Sirius, the bus left at 6 am. It doesn’t count. Plus, you slept for less than half an hour. You talked with Pots the rest of the time.

-I took a micro-nap on the Space Needle elevator. -No, you closed your eyes because you are afraid of heights.”

-Is my first visit to Seattle, and we didn’t get to go to the lower levels of Pike’s Public Market.. -We’re staying here tomorrow, you can go then. Besides, it closes at 4, you’d only get half an hour, tops.”

-Have to go set up a surprise meeting with Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe for Loops and Leo. Need to go finalise details. Bye Coach. -They are joining the team workout tomorrow morning, Sirius. Surprise. So, naptime.

-I have class at the German Language School. -What? -Need some good chirps for Grubauer. -No Sirius.

-But Remus snores, I won’t be able to sleep, so why bother? -That bodes poorly for the rest of your life. Take a nap, Cap.

-But it’s a rainy day, and in the rain, the pavement shines like silver. -If you sing me the whole musical one more time, Cap, I swear I’ll stick you on babysitting duty for the rest of your time with the Lions. Take your nap.

-I am meeting up with Brady, he is going to give me a locals tour. -Brady knows our travel routine, he wouldn’t dare. (Headcanon: Brady Smith was the team member sent to the Seattle Kraken as part of the expansion.)

-There is a troll, I can’t sleep near trolls. Need Olli or Henrik to exorcise it first. -Really, Sirius? What did the poor troll do to you? No, don't tell me. Go nap.

-I have an appointment to see tattoo artist. He has a year-long waitlist. -One, Sirius, you know you would save that for the off-season. Two, Cap, you don’t have your special squeezee with you that you need to get any shot. Try again.

-I ran out of honey for my sandwich, I need to go find a grocery store. -Moody packs extra, you know this. Sleep, Cap.

-My room is on the wrong side, the sun will be in my eyes. -Then close the curtains, Cap, you know this. -But I will still know the sun is there. Better I use the pool, will just float, promise. -No Cap.

-I drank too much coffee, if I nap, j’aurai toujours les jitters for the match. -Nice try, Cap. Take a nap.”

-Je n’en ai pas envie. I am not tired. -Tampis. To bed, Cap.

-I won’t nap, I will just keep Remus from napping. Best I leave him alone. -You want me to assign you to different rooms for this season’s roadies? - Non, non Coach. J’y vais.

Gryffindor Lions Applaud NHL's Reversal on Tape Ban

Press release from the Gryffindor Lions organisation

The Gryffindor Lions applaud the NHL's decision to rescind the ban on Pride Tape implemented just before the opening of the season. The organisation would also like to note that the ban should never have been put in place to begin with, and strongly urges the Commissioner and Governing Body to partake in the diversity, equality, and social responsibility trainings offered by the league each year. We are disappointed that it took the NHL so long to rescind this farce of a ban.

We are grateful for the support and efforts from players around the league over the past weeks to showcase their disdain for this farce of a ban. The visible, on-ice support from Travis Dermott (Coyotes), Frederick Wentworth (Canadiens), Théo Angévine (Golden Knights), Marc André Fleury (Wild), Ryan FitzWilliam (Senators), and the entire Rangers team, was invaluable and has gone a long way to mitigating the damage done by the NHL Governing Body's thoughtless ban. As the NHL is still deliberating whether it will take disciplinary action over infringements to a now non-existent policy, we take this opportunity to remind the league that Albus Dumbledore and our Gryffindor players' association stand ready to cover all and any fines incurred for violating the tape ban. Should the NHL opt to do what is right, the funds already raised to cover any fines will instead be donated to the #Hockey4All foundation to continue its work in community engagement for the LGBTQ+ community at all levels of sport.

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Notes: Here is the news on the NHL rescinding the ban, one of the articles that actually has information from the one (how is it only one?) player who went against the ban :> https://www.cbssports.com/nhl/news/nhl-rescinds-ban-on-pride-tape-after-coyotes-travis-dermott-uses-it-vs-ducks-per-reports/

Thanks to @lumosinlove and @amarguerite for the characters...

... and no, neither Fleury, nor the Rangers have taken a stand yet in real life, that is just how it works in the Sweater Weather universe.... (but it is not too late, come on guys, you can do it! Use the tape every day :D) .. also, no team would ever put out a press release that so blatantly disrespects the league. I wanted to make it even harsher, and then call it a draft press release and show Alice's editing notes with the legal team, but I don't know how to do strike-through on Tumblr yet (and drafted this super quickly in the app as soon as my partner had sent me the news).

Pumpkin Spice - drabble

Rating: General Audience - there are ships, and they have sailed. General description: Zoo trip with a toddler. Bonus material: Toddler is better at art than the author is. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, and @hazelnoot-analyst

Cap and Loops join James and Lily on an excursion, taking not-quite-3-year-old Harry for his first visit to the zoo. At the zoo shop afterwards, Harry doesn’t want a little lion toy, but instead hones in immediately on a giant stuffed red panda. “Sweetie, it is bigger than you, you won’t be able to carry him home.”

"‘Sa colour ‘a punkin spice. ‘Sa best spice. Like Momma's hair. Gonna call her Pie." Sirius and Remus sneak the purchase through while James and Lily are preoccupied with getting Harry to use the bathroom before they head back to the car.

"Tanks Unca Pafoo’! Tanks Unca ‘Oops!" ---

Unca Pafoo! Unca Pafoo! Pie painted you a picture! For your fridge! 'Sa burnt pumpkin pie!

[Picture description: 44 inch stuffed red panda sitting on a wooden table with its paws folded as if silently asking you to admire its artwork. The artwork is in front of the stuffed red panda, a crinkly A4 sheet painted with abstract swirls of olive green and orange paint.] *This was a "get well" picture made for me by my friend's three year old. It really is titled burnt pumpkin pie. Pie is actually called Panda Roux, and you can find their cousins in zoo shops around the world or online. They provide excellent lumbar support. **Most of my submissions from here on out are likely to be short, or silly and very low effort, and there is only one that might maybe be in French...

Sorry.

Shiver - snippet

General rating and trigger warnings: General audience, but you are asked to imagine someone in a shower. Singing in a shower. Overthinking.

Ships: Finn O'Hara/Logan Tremblay/Leo Knut Credit to Taylor Allison Swift and Jack Antonoff for this one, as well as @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, and @hazelnoots, of course.

It has been established, here on Tumblr, that O’Knutzy are Swifties. It is also known that Logan lives a lot in his own head. When Midnights comes out, he can’t help but feel that Bejeweled is how Finn must have felt about their situationship before they were officially together. So, of course he has a little fun playing with the lyrics as he mentally tortures himself about possibly having mentally tortured Finn. So, picture Logan in the shower, singing out random snatches (in bold) of these lyrics, with a very confused Leo and Finn overhearing the snippets as they do important stuff in the kitchen (and wishing they could join him in the shower):

“Baby ‘Lo, I think I've been a little too kind Didn't notice you skating all over my peace of mind In the boots I gave you as a present Puttin' someone first only works when you're in their first line And by the way, I'm gonna play tonight

Best believe I'm still bejeweled When I walk in the rink I can still make the whole place shiver And when I meet the team They ask, "Can you be mean?" I can still say, "I don't remember" Familiarity breeds contempt Don't put me in the basement When I want to be on the roof of your heart Diamonds in my eyes I skate real, I skate on ice Nice

They only just got him singing the proper words to Blank Space a week ago. --

Meanwhile, Finn, in his first year with the Lions, adopted Bulletproof as his bop, because he missed hearing Logan call him Roux, and if this was all he could get, then by d*mn he was going to take it. Plus, that song slams. Finn wants to make one of La Roux’s outfits his next Hallowe’en costume, but he also doesn’t want Logan to listen to the song too closely. He doesn’t want Logan to start having a conversation with the-Finn-in-Logan’s-brain about why Finn identified so strongly with the song.

Sugar Rush - snippet

Rating: General audience. No ships. Juvenile diabetes, bullying, racism, and sexism. Incorrect medical advice. Excessive use of commas and run-on sentences.

General description: Remus helps one of his summer Cubs navigate how to continue in sports after a diagnosis of Type 1A diabetes. Thanks to @lumosinlove for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for the prompts and cards, and @hazelnoot-analyst for their archive work :)

Remus sifted through his inbox, which was usually pretty quiet during the summer months before training camp kicked off. There would, however, sometimes be the odd e-mail from a parent related to the Cubs teams he coached, so he continued to check his Lions' e-mail everyday. Sure enough, today, he had two e-mails, one from the ice manager about when the Cubs were expected to arrive for their special arena tour the coming week. One from - hmmm - one from the administration forwarding an e-mail from Mr. Sanchez, father to one of the more gifted Cubs Remus has coached in the past three seasons. Lucía had joined their program as a seven year old, and now, at nine, was one of the best skaters and players on the ice. She had worked hard to catch up to the kids who had grown up on the ice, learning to skate as soon as they could walk, and she showed an instinctive grasp of hockey tactics and reading plays on the fly. She had missed last week, and he hoped this wasn't bad news. Remus clicked open the e-mail, scanned it quickly, then let out a breath. It wasn't good news, but it certainly wasn't as bad as he feared. Lucía had just been diagnosed with juvenile diabetes, and was afraid that she couldn't play hockey anymore. Remus fired out a response, inviting Lucía and her father to a meeting before the next practice. Then, he hit the books. Well, he hit the internet, collecting resources from reliable sites he already knew of and sniffing out some sites with information that might be more accessible to an 8-year old, and some resources in Spanish, just in case. Then he called his buddy Jake, a former NFL tight end Remus had met during his courses at Madison. Jake, a Type 1A diabetic, did a couple of sessions at the university each year for aspiring trainers on how to assist athletes with diabetes, and Remus had stayed in touch. He also fired off an e-mail to Luke Kunin, who had started working with the Madison sports trainers in high school while Remus was finishing up his program, even though Kunin's freshman year was after Remus' graduation. The following Tuesday, Remus felt ready to go. He met Lucía and Mr. Sanchez in the lobby, and ushered them through to his office so they could be assured of privacy. It broke his heart a little to hear Lucía look so defeated when she declared that she couldn't play anymore. Diabetic Mexican girls have no place on the ice, her doctor said. At that, Remus shot a look to Mr. Sanchez, whose jaw had clenched so tight, Remus was afraid he might crack a tooth. "But, you are from Honduras. Lucía, don't believe anything someone says if they can't even get that right once you've told them. Your doctor is very, very, very wrong." "The school says it too, and other players. Only some girls can play hockey, and not brown girls, and not sick brown girls. They say I will get a sugar rush and fall down whenever I skate fast. And they say I will get too fat to skate, only fat Mexicans get diabetes." "I am sorry you had to listen to that. None of what they say is true. I will keep a stronger ear out for that kind of bullying and ask the other coaches to do better too. That kind of attitude does not belong on the ice, in the locker room, or anywhere."

Then, point by point, Remus demolished the false statements, explaining that diabetes is different from a sugar rush, and that with careful management, Lucía can not only play any sport she wants, but excel at it. He shared the tips from Jake and Luke about how to wrap Lucía's new continuous glucose monitor and pump so that they were protected without impeding movement or insulin flow. He talked about nutrition and managing diet in the sense of being aware of how your body was feeling, and learning when and what to eat ahead of expected activities, and how to recognise a low. He shared his stories of working with Kunin, and how the whole World Junior team kept jelly beans in their pockets and on the bench, just in case Kunin needed to quickly raise his blood sugar. He talked about how the discipline and awareness of how her body is feeling that Lucía will develop while managing her diabetes might help her with the work needed to become a professional athlete, if that is a goal she decides to pursue (although nothing can guarantee anyone will make it to a professional, - and doesn't Remus know all about that, he thinks silently to himself - but diabetes certainly shouldn't stop her).

An alarm started to ring from the desk, and noting that it was almost practice time, he gave Lucía a handful of the temporary tattoos Jake had courriered over to him, some a simple blue circle, others the circle with the words Insulin Dependent written underneath. Then he sent Lucía off to change into her gear, but asked Mr. Sanchez to stay behind for a second.

"What your doctor said to Lucía was incredibly inappropriate, damaging, and incorrect. Is there any chance you can switch doctors?"

"I have already started the process to transfer Lucía to a pediatrician who specialises in juvenile diabetes." "Good. If that doesn't work out, please reach out to us here, and we will try to share more resources and make some connections with organisations the Lions work with regularly. Also, if I may be so bold, please report that doctor to the state board and the US Department of Health and Human Services. I have to head to the ice, but, please, don't hesitate to reach out to me if you have any other questions or concerns about Lucía playing hockey. I can set up another meeting like this anytime this summer. Lucía is a gifted player and a great leader on the ice, hockey would be worse off without her playing."

Spellbound - snippet

Rating: General Audience Ship: Coops

General description: Remus feels all the feels, very quickly. Or - what Remus is feeling as he is just over there grinning to himself in Chapter 4: September, of Vaincre by @lumosinlove Thanks to @lumosinlove for the characters, @noots-fic-fests for organising, and @hazelnoot-analyst for archiving :)

He sat there spellbound, mesmerised.

It wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It didn’t reach out, grab his attention, and never let it go. Nonetheless, he had never felt such a visceral, immediate, connection to an article of clothing before. True, it represented the culmination of all of his hard work, starting way back as a mini mite, up through college, and then all of the rehabilitation and slow, painstaking, mostly lonely, years rebuilding after his injury. However, he had known this moment was coming for months now. He had even seen and approved some of the fan gear being licensed in his name – knowing the back-end of the organisation did have its perks.

He thought he had done a good job preparing himself for this moment, resurrecting all of the rituals that steadied him before a game, his stretches and warm-ups, his cool-downs. He had been fine, a bit keyed-up maybe, each time he had a new first; but he thought he had been handling it well. Yes, he had saved this for last, but he hadn’t really taken his time as he dressed, hadn’t deviated much from the very carefully-timed routine ahead of heading to the ice.

Now, however, his mind was racing, rushing, spinning off in a million different directions before coalescing back into one single, sharp as an ice shard, scintillating thought: Mine. He was in euphoria. Everything felt right, in a way it hadn’t in years, maybe hadn’t ever. He reveled in the rightness of the feeling, of the weight on his shoulders. Of his NHL jersey. OF HIS NHL JERSEY! OF HIS VERY OWN NHL JERSEY!!!

Oh no. He was thinking in bold. He was thinking in caps. There was more than one exclamation mark. He needed to pull himself together. He needed to… think of a quip to put the attention back on Cap.

Moonster Monster - Snippet

Rating: General audience Description: Remus's Lions and university worlds start to bleed into each other with a little prank welcoming him into the league as a player. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, @hazelnoot-analyst for their general awesomeness.

"What the heck?" Remus pulled the hard, thin object out of his suit bag. Flipping it around, he saw the bright primary colours of Dr. Seuss, and the classic Dr. Seuss font. "Give us a read", shouted Nado, seconded quickly by Walker. "Marvin K. Mooney, will you please go now!, by Dr. Seuss", started Remus, before adding, "feeling really welcome right now, guys."

Moody and Arthur walked in, saw the players circled around Remus, and grinned.

Moody barked out, "That was an instruction! All of you, GO NOW. There's a traffic jam en route, and we are already running ten minutes late. Story time can wait until we're on the bus."

Once on the bus, however, Talkie started pulling books out of his bag and stacking them on the seat next to Remus.

"It appears you've been holding out on us a lot more than we knew, Loops. Or should I say, Moony? Quite a few former Badgers have started sending me these - he plonks down a pile of books and starts reading off titles - Goodnight Moon, Moony Luna, The Magical Drawings of Moony B. Finch, more than 10 different books titled Moon Monster, and, AND you haven't even noticed that I've been scattering them around the rink for the two weeks!" "Geez! That was what was going on? I thought we were having another book drive!"

"And the donation bin is your stall? So. Are you Moony, or are you Loops?"

"Loops." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Moony doesn't fit me anymore. I like Loops, it feels good."

"K, Loops." Kasey pipes in from the seat behind, "Kay Loops. We still want story time though." Remus sighs, and grabs the first book off the pile. "Goodnight Moon, written by Margaret Wise Brown, and illustrated by Clement Hurd." "In the great green room, there was..."

Chair de poule - snippet

Rating: General audience but with warnings Trigger warnings: Walburga Black's A+ parenting, corporal punishment, book burning, bad French* (although less than expected because it was a very unproductive weekend and I didn't get my act together.) Description: A view into Sirius's childhood, and how Pascal Dumais ended up with multiple complete sets of R.L. Stine's Goosebumps series in his basement. Thanks to @lumosinlove, @noots-fic-fests, @hazelnoot-analyst for their excellent work, @1-800-shedevil for the fun line divider, and to R.L. Stine for giving me many nightmares (not that I ever read a full book, just the thought of the stories and YTV show gave me nightmares.)

-Sirius. SIRIUS! Descend de là tout de suite. Tu étais censé commencer tes exercices il y a cinq minutes.

Sirius sort de sa chambre, tourne pour se présenter pour une rapide fesser (peut-être il pourra ainsi éviter une punition plus sévère), puis se dirige vers le foyer ou se rangent tous les patins. Il avait oublié que son père n’avait pas un match ce soir, et sa mère était toujours plus stricte et attentif quand son père était là. Se peut-il que son père entrerait assez tôt pour observer un peu de son entrainement? Sirius savait qu’il était toujours un petit peu trop lent, qu’il n’avait pas réussi à surpasser les objectifs fixés par Orion pour le mois peu importe qu’il ait fait des intervalles pour une heure chaque soir sur la patinoire dans la cour, même après les entrainements avec son équipe les lundis et mercredis. Devrait-il tenter de changer l’objectif pour démontrer son contrôle de la rondelle? Il a beaucoup amélioré sa technique depuis la dernière fois que son père l’ait vu. Mais, en ce faisant, il sera peut-être puni pour avoir l’audace de changer le régime qu’Orion lui avait dicté. Non, mieux qu’il se prépare pour une double session sur la patinoire avec son père. Sa collation n’était qu’une banane, s’il vomisse, ce ne serai pas trop dégoutant. De toute manière, s’il ne se gave pas à diner, son père ne croira pas qu’il s’est efforcer jusqu’au bout. Ce soir, il n’ira pas au lit affamé. Perdu dans ses calculs, il commence ses étirements puis se lance dans sa routine. --

He was right, he was in for a double session on the ice, and then a lecture after supper to boot, since he both failed to meet his father's speed goals and missed the net with one of his slapshots. What he hadn't expected was for Walburga to then bring Regulus into the room, carrying his stack of Chair de Poule novels. He had convinced his parents to buy him the series and each new novel, because it was what most of his team was reading on the bus, and it was important to fit in with the team. He had been passing them on to Regulus after reading each one and they would read them together on the few nights that they could sneak into each others' rooms - usually when Walburga and Orion had a team event.

Walburga showed Orion how she had been tracking the boys' practices and progress, and more importantly, how they had been lacking in discipline and failed to follow his set training regime. She claimed that these books were a distraction, were the reason the boys had failed to meet Orion's expectations. She had seen both boys reading on multiple occasions over the past two weeks, when they should have been studying the plays Orion had designed for them to practice. Sirius had been late - late! - to start his practice sessions twice - twice! - in the past month, because he was holed up in his room reading.

Orion looked very disappointed as he ordered both boys to lower their pants and bend over. He reviewed the boys' lap times, and told Sirius that he would remove his signet and Cup rings this time, since Sirius had gotten faster, albeit if not fast enough. Afterwards, he lectured the boys about the need for drive and discipline if they wanted to make it into the NHL and win Stanley Cups for Slytherin. Distractions would derail their career before it ever began. Distractions must be eliminated. Their team mates would respect them more for their dedication to the game if they studied playbooks on the bus. He and Walburga then ordered the boys to feed the books into the fireplace, one by one, until they were all reduced to ash. It took over an hour to burn the 60 books they had - nearly the full collection. Sirius blamed the smoke for the tears he and Regulus were both blinking away.

-- « Sirius, tu as un livraison », cria Celeste Dumais quand elle entenda Pascal et Sirius sortant du garage. «C'était un peu lourd, et je ne voulais pas descendre les escaliers avec un tel poids...» --

Celeste and Pascal were expecting their third child, and Sirius didn't want her attempting the basement stairs with a heavy package either. He hadn't been around many pregnant people, but even he knew lifting wasn't what they should be doing.

He hefted the box, and brought it down stairs. Pascal watched with a raised eyebrow but made no comments as Sirius started unpacking a complete set of Chair de poule books.

Pascal's eyebrows raised further when Sirius ordered, and unpacked, the exact same series three months later.

He figured it was a Black secret that Sirius would eventually unburden himself of when over the course of the next three years, Sirius bought more than thirteen complete sets of the series. He thought he had it nearly figured out - as far as he could tell, Sirius ordered a new set around the time he reached a point milestone, or if he broke his own scoring record within a season.

When Sirius moved out, he only took one set of the books with him, and asked Pascal to give a set to each of his children, and donate the rest. Pascal did that, but also left a set on the basement shelves. He would often find Logan reading one of those spare copies in the quiet hours of the morning, or at night when he was still too keyed up after a game to sleep but none of the Dumais kids were awake to be read to. In fact, he himself had started grabbing one or two of them when he was still keyed up after a game but Celeste and the kids were in bed. Adele had outgrown them, and never really liked that brand of horror anyway, but she had loved snuggling into Sirius when he started reading aloud. She had recently sent her complete set back to the basement because she had run out of space on her bedroom bookshelves. Marc and Louis were about the age to find them the right amount of frightening, and Katie was into anything that would get her snuggle time with Logan, so they were still getting lots of use.

He hoped that whoever next billeted in the basement would be able to carry on the tradition with the kids' horror books. He didn't expect Regulus to tear up when he saw the complete set on the bookshelf in the basement bedroom when Pascal gave Regulus a tour. He certainly hadn't expected it to be the deciding factor when Regulus was hesitant about moving into the basement. Maybe one day Regulus would explain the attachment the Black brothers held for these books? Although, given how attached the two brothers were to just these books, and what he knew about their childhood, maybe he didn't want to know.