ok but a wolfstar university au
remus is a english lit student obviously because he’s a nerd
sirius is an art history student because he’s secretly an even bigger nerd
they’ve never met but both have a lecture on a monday, wednesday and friday in the same lecture theatre two hours apart
they both sit in the same seat every lecture
sirius never listens in lectures and doodles on the desk, carving drawings in the old wooden tables
one week he goes all out, draws an arty nude woman, posing ridiculously, while the lecturer goes on about the baroque movement or some shit he doesnt know
he leaves thinking nothing of it, but taking a quick snapchat and sending it to prongs with the caption ‘this is u’
he comes back two days later to see someone has critiqued it
‘why is her navel so far down? surely it should be higher?’
sirius is taken aback - what kind of fucking nerd would critique someone’s lecture doodles
‘inspected a lot of ladies’ belly buttons, have you?’
he smirks to himself and actually takes some notes for once because this art stuff can actually be interesting sometimes, who knew?
on friday he returns to his seat to see another reply: ‘probably more than you, judging by your drawing’
he has to let whoever this mysterious stranger is know how upset he is
the weekend passes, and sirius returns to find the word ‘mature’ written in the stranger’s script
conversation continues for several more weeks, until the light wood of the desk is practically turned black by the sheer amount of biro covering the surface
sirius is suddenly concerned - he had been enjoying conversing with this sarcastic stranger
this situation is salvageable
he steals one of marlene’s post its and scribbles his next reply on it and fixes it under the desk, then draws a big arrow pointing to the edge of the desk
he comes back to the next lecture to find a different, bright pink post it stuck in the same place with the words ‘this will get bad for the environment - text me’
there’s a number underneath
this is probably the least effort sirius has had to go to to get someone’s phone number at university so far, according to marlene
the mysterious stranger, who goes by moony, texts sirius infrequently
its always in intense short bursts
probably when they’re walking to and from classes
maybe it’s just when they’re in lectures
im not reading into this too much prongs shut up
sirius spends the majority of his time walking around campus with his head down, texting moony
it was usually smooth sailing, but one day he walks straight into someone else
some six foot, scrawny bloke on his phone
sirius looks at him and curses
he had dropped his phone, and mysterious hot boy had picked it up, and was now seemingly staring at the screen
damn, his cheekbones were sharp
sirius would like to cut himself on those
he wasnt even sure what that meant but he was feeling it
“i cant help but notice who youre texting,” hot boy says
sirius doesnt think he can speak right now, so he just pulls a face that he hopes conveys all of his confusion
it seems to work, because hot boy is giggling
moony hands sirius his phone back and laughs
“too bad about that lecture bench we destroyed, eh?”
long story short they make out a lot
no one dies or betrays anyone
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