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  1. Rec 4

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    Taako keeps finding gifts left for him, and hires Angus to discover who the culprit is.

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    28 Apr 2017

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    Angus reached out and took the note. “Dear Taako,” he read out loud. “I hope you enjoy these cookies. I tried my best, but the communal kitchens are not great. Someone should probably stock them with paper towels, at least. Anyways, hope they’re tasty! Signed, your friend.”

    “Sir, I think it’s Magnus,” Angus said.

    “Yeah, no shit, Caleb Cleveland,” Taako said. “Nobody else around signs notes ‘your friend’. That’s on-brand for Magnus.”

    “It really is,” Angus said. “Last time Merle gave me a memo, he included a Pan Tract with it, so I’m positive it’s not him.” He looked at Taako. “So what do you want me to detect?”

    “Listen,” Taako said. “Listen. I’ve eaten Magnus’s cooking. It’s not inedible, but I wouldn’t trust him near measuring cups if my life literally depended on it, and that’s pretty much all baking is.”

    “Uh-huh,” Angus said.

    “But these cookies are actually good!” Taako exclaimed. “He had to have gotten help. Your job is to find out who.”

  2. Rec 58

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    Magnus builds a house. Angus finds a home. Migration brings things back, in turn.

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    28 Apr 2017

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    Your name is Hanazawa Shigeo, and when you are twenty four years old, you meet a boy.

    His name is Reigen Arataka.

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    23 Apr 2017

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    Your name is Hanazawa Shigeo. Mob. When you are twenty nine years old, you wake up.

    It’s movie night and the credits are rolling-–you must have fallen asleep half way through. Teru is asleep on your shoulder and Reigen is asleep in your lap. Their auras blanket and warm you, sunbeams scattered in a rosy sky. In that moment you feel so profoundly that it breaks your heart. You could chart the fracture.

    100% love.

    Your hands do not shake.

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    When Harry was eleven years old, his Hogwarts letter came by owl. He'd been accidentally blowing windows open and lighting cauliflower on fire for years. James took Harry to go get his wand at Ollivanders, and Lily took Dudley to the Owl Emporium where he tried to convince her they should build an aviary in the backyard. They came home with a fat black cat who hissed at everyone. Dudley named him Spooks, and Lily called him Monster.

    "Did you have to?" said James. "That is the meanest beast I've ever met, and I've known Remus unmedicated on full moons and a pubescent Sirius thwarted in love."

    Lily, who had ink on her cheek and a ballpoint pen stuck behind her ear, waved vaguely at the living room without looking up from her arrest report. Dudley was asleep in an armchair. The cat sprawled across his lap. Both its front paws were wrapped around Dudley's arm as it cleaned his wrist with aggressive fondness.

    "Alright," said James. "Yeah, you had to."

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    10 Apr 2017

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    Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

    The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they'd had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy--

    And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric's Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

    She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. "I think he's asleep," James mouthed over Harry's tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

    Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. "James," she said. "How are we going to do this?"

    "Oh," he said. "Hey. Don't you cry, you'll start them off-- unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it's alright, you just let it out." He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. "We tuck them in, okay, that's what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it'll be a new day."

    "A new day," she said. "Another day-- James, that's the-- I'm so tired."

    "So let's sleep. It'll look better in the morning," he said. "And if it doesn't look better this morning, it'll look better in the next one."

    ...

    Two days after they had buried Lily's sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James's brother.

    Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they'd told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man's best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

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    When Ginny Weasley ran shouting after the train carrying her littlest big brother away to his first year of school, her arms waving madly, her heart desperate to go along, there was a pudgy, pink-cheeked boy racing next to her. Ginny's arms were little twigs compared to Dudley's and they waved and waved, bumping elbows and giggling as their shouts grew competitively louder.

    "Send me letters!"

    "Send me a real Snitch!"

    "Send me a hippogriff!"

    "We'll send you a toilet seat!" Fred hollered back over the rumble and shriek of the train, and Dudley giggled so hard he had to sit down.

    "Hi," she said. "I'm Ginny Weasley."

    "Dudley Dursley," he said and took the hand she offered.

    Every visible speck of her was freckly, her hair in a bushy red tail down her back. Dudley liked her immediately.

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    James would bring Dudley and their trunk of Quidditch supplies over and sit with Mrs. Weasley until their kids stumbled in, sweaty and beaming, looking for sweets and soft surfaces to collapse on.

    If Dudley finished his homework early when he was at work with Lily, he'd help the cafe staff count the sacks of coffee beans in the pantry, or run spare keys places for Miss Higgins, or go down and lug file boxes around for Ms. Gorbachek, who ruled the archives with a steely squint and gravelly voice.

    The day Mrs. Gorbachek let him do some sorting not just carrying he skipped all the way up the stairs to Lily's desk to tell her. Lily wrapped her scarf around her neck, shaking her head. "Got your pop's eye for boring detail, I guess," Lily said.

    But she smiled and kissed him on top of the head, so Dudley pushed out his chest proudly and said, "Yep."

    ...

     

    -- and there Harry was now, in the battered street clothes he'd arrived in, slipping out a side door.

    Dudley gathered up all he could of his breath, his wits, and followed. He caught him a few turns down a small corridor, following his cousin's hunched shoulders and quick steps as they moved away from the light.

    "Where are you going?" said Dudley, too loud, and Harry stopped. When he turned around he shrugged, a little helpless with it.

    "Just because you go doesn't mean they'll let us be," Dudley said. "Do you really think you can kill him alone?"

    "I know I can't," said Harry.

    What is unforgivable?

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    What would you think of me, now, Tune? What would you have done, if it was my son?

  5. Rec 46

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    There wasn’t a rule, exactly, that said that Ritsu wasn’t allowed to spend time with his brother. It was just something that was understood, like how Ritsu understood he wasn't supposed to press his hands along the sharp edges of his mother’s kitchen knives.

    (or: an age swap where only Mob and Reigen's ages are changed. Shigeo asks his little brother if he wants to walk him home after school. Ritsu should say no. Ritsu does not say no.)

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    10 Apr 2017