Remus Lupin

Not all monsters do monstrous things.

[hogwartsflower]

The blonde hair had been a suggestion of one of her fellow Order members for extra coverage on a trip to Knockturn Alley, but Lily found she kind of liked it. Tomorrow she would change it back to its original hue but tonight she would leave it. Diagon Alley was busy and it wasn’t like anyone would notice, would they?

“You dropped something,” Lily told someone in front of her as she bent down to pick up the dropped item and passed it back to them.

@mxrsmxrdrestarters​

[maraudingmoon]

Remus raised a brow, his mitten-clad hand clasping over Lily’s as she held out his spare rations of chocolate. “I like it,” He murmured, reaching for a strand of the yellowy tresses. “You look even more veela than usual.” The werewolf added, slinging an arm around his friend. Likely, he thought, the strange new platinum was some added measure of security though...it almost suited Lily. Even at eleven, she’d found a way to stand out in a crowd--as though some sort of magical spotlight followed her every step of the way. With her glamour charm, it almost appeared as if she wore a crown. “You playin’ keepaway from Prongs? No luck, love, I think he cast a trackin’ charm on you back in fourth year. Better off with a bit of polyjuice.”

[andromedas-curse]

maraudingmoon​:

Remus glanced sideways at his brother. It had been oddly uncharacteristic of Prongs not to be present for any hospital stay–typically, the lads took turns prying one another from the chair at his bedside. But these days, between missions and whatever mystery Pete had gotten himself caught up in–a visit on their best days was becoming rarer and rarer. “You missed Paddy fawnin’ over Mckinnon again.” He murmured disinterestedly, taking a sip from his butterbeer.“Cheers,” Remus added, wiping a bit of foam from his lip with the hem of his sleeve. “And er…” The apples of his cheeks flushed. I’ve been snogging Macdonald for weeks. “Sorry, I’ve just forgotten what I was about to say. One too many blows to the head and all that, yeah?” 

James tapped his glass lightly against the other’s before taking another sip. He gave a half-hearted chuckle. Everyone knew that Sirius wanted Marlene for ages. In fact, he had a solid bet going for when they would finally do something about it. But he couldn’t say anything himself. He hadn’t even made a move on Lily and had been avoiding her lately. He hated himself for doing it, but he thought it was for the better that maybe they didn’t enter into a relationship. After all, James was constantly volunteering himself to the Order and trying to consume his time with his auror training. That kind of man surely couldn’t offer to be a suitable partner, much less a family man. He looked up upon noticing that Remus trailed off. “Oy, take it easy then. Maybe we need to get you back to St. Mungo’s then.”

[maraudingmoon]

“Sod off,” Remus grumbled. For a lad that spent the better part of his youth in and out of infirmary beds, one might have thought he’d grown a fondness for them by now. In actuality, there was no place the werewolf cared less for. “If Mckinnon didn’t already get a whopping, I’d give her a swat myself for draggin’ me there.” His thoughts flickered to the night, only a few weeks prior, when Mary had somehow managed to cart him to Mungos.The night, she'd said she begin to look at him differently for the first time in eight years. Remus clumsily moved to obscure his reddened cheeks with another hefty sip from his glass. “What is it with you people and seein’ me in a hospital gown? M’bum can’t be that fit. Come on, Prongs, If you need an excuse to see Lils, I’d rather it not be my failing health.” 

[ofrosmertaollivander]

maraudingmoon​:

The grin on his features was positively cheeky. There was no greater rush, he’d often thought, than allowing himself to relive the freedom they’d all felt living in Hogwarts walls. These days he was lucky enough if all three of the lads visited him in hospital. “With the small army you have, I don’t think anyone in your family will ever get away with anything.” He murmured, before following suit and setting the twin in his lap to run around the other. 

Remus arched a brow but held his tongue. If he hadn’t been too hopped up on pain potions, he was fairly certain he’d witnessed the two sods finally getting it together but…well, who could really say? Besides, there had been a hundred times in the last five years or so that it seemed as though they’d finally come to their senses before choosing pride over reason. “Nah, I’ve changed me mind. ‘m rooting Cresswell these days. Good lad that–much better choice than Sirius. Better lookin’ as well, yeah? I think he might even own a comb, which is already a step up from that mangy thing I call m’brother. ” 

&

“i’m sure even if they do get away with it, one of their brothers will find out and tattle on them,” molly said as she laughed. percy was particularly good at tattling on his brothers. while it is in good nature, even for her it got annoying. 

“cresswell’s still in the picture?” molly asked, not to surprised. “sirius better step up his game or he’ll miss out on his chance.” truth be told, she wasn’t all that invested in whether or not sirius and marlene got together. sure, she hoped they did because she figured they’d make a great couple. but whether or not it happened, she didn’t have any stake in it.

[maraudingmoon]

“S’what I mean.” He yawned, scrubbing at his eyes. Molly wasn’t the first of the order for ask for an out of the blue ‘friendly’ visit, despite the two having never done so before, really, she wasn’t even the first he’d seen today--nosy berks. He’d often thought as a young lycanthrope that it might offer him a bit more privacy, hell, even some points for intimidation. And yet, here he was, being babysat next to a pack of toddlers. “Suppose m’lucky not to have blood brothers, my mother worries too much as it is."

Remus shrugged noncommittally. The lad had been in hospital to see his supposed girlfriend, though he suspected both had caught themselves in a bout of romantic chicken. “’Still ‘round, yeah. Seems like a decent bloke. It’d be a shame for him to lose to such a dog but...well, I wouldn’t really wish those idiots on anybody.” He stuck his tongue out at one of the twins, having already lost his vague notion of which lad was which. “Tell me, did you make Artie work half this hard?” 

[andromedas-curse]

maraudingmoon​:

“You’d think I might be used to feeling like a freight train ran me over but…,” The werewolf shrugged and then winced, his left arm still a bit raw. Andromeda had given him a verbal lashing that nearly put his mum to shame but nothing quite compared to getting splinched and tethered back together. Certainly he’d go through it again if it meant Mckinnon was still ‘round though he wasn’t sure his body would ever fully recover. “Same as usual, I expect. More grateful than ever for Mare takin’ pity on me. What’s that you said about buying me a pint?” 

James tried not to give Remus a sympathetic look. He knew his friend got enough of them and if anything, it would be better to keep Lupin’s head off of the past week’s events. He nodded and flagged down the bartender. “Pint of Butterbeer and put it on my tab please,” he said before turning back to Moony. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. So plenty of pints for you to make up for it.” 

[maraudingmoon]

Remus glanced sideways at his brother. It had been oddly uncharacteristic of Prongs not to be present for any hospital stay--typically, the lads took turns prying one another from the chair at his bedside. But these days, between missions and whatever mystery Pete had gotten himself caught up in--a visit on their best days was becoming rarer and rarer. “You missed Paddy fawnin' over Mckinnon again.” He murmured disinterestedly, taking a sip from his butterbeer.“Cheers,” Remus added, wiping a bit of foam from his lip with the hem of his sleeve. “And er...” The apples of his cheeks flushed. I’ve been snogging Macdonald for weeks. “Sorry, I’ve just forgotten what I was about to say. One too many blows to the head and all that, yeah?” 

[andromedas-curse]

maraudingmoon​:

“Hullo, mate.” Remus grinned. He leaned down as though moving to embrace his brother before nicking the glass from Prongs’ hand. “Merlin,” The werewolf sniffed, wrinkling his nose. “Why can’t you drink butterbeer like the rest of us peasants?” He grumbled, before downing the remnants of the sickly sweet drink. It wasn’t as if Potter couldn’t buy the whole bar if he fancied and a week in Mungo’s hadn’t exactly done wonders for Remus’ growling stomach.“You goin’ to tell me what we’re pouting about today or should I just guess? Ah, another bad hair day? Lils not laugh loudly enough at one of y’jokes?”

As soon as Remus took a seat, he instantly sat up and smiled. He didn’t want to concern Moony with his worries, especially after the news of his hospitalization. He felt bad enough that he had avoided St. Mungo’s. “Well, you could have just gotten your own drink,” he teased before looking at him. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. It’s good to see you out and about. How are you holding up?”

[maraudingmoon]

“You’d think I might be used to feeling like a freight train ran me over but...,” The werewolf shrugged and then winced, his left arm still a bit raw. Andromeda had given him a verbal lashing that nearly put his mum to shame but nothing quite compared to getting splinched and tethered back together. Certainly he’d go through it again if it meant Mckinnon was still ‘round though he wasn’t sure his body would ever fully recover. “Same as usual, I expect. More grateful than ever for Mare takin’ pity on me. What’s that you said about buying me a pint?” 

[ofrosmertaollivander]

maraudingmoon​:

Remus raised and lowered one shoulder before precariously taking another bite of his chocolate, the melted puddle of pink now long forgotten. Really, going to Fortescue’s in the dead of winter had sounded mad, but…when an expectant mother had a craving, any other suggestion likely went out the window. “S’unfortunate that, I do feel bad for him. If Artie and I had been in the same year, he might’ve had a bit more success in not getting caught.” He grinned boyishly. He and the lads might’ve had a talent for tall tales, but Arthur Weasley was notoriously easy to read. How lovely it must be, he thought sulkily, not to have any secrets at all. 

“Are you not here to give me a verbal lashing about…” Remus’ cleared his throat and glanced conspiratorially at the twin in his lap. Certainly the last thing he needed was another mate feigning authority. Not even James could keep a straight face the last time he’d tried to chastise his brothers. “the fact that Mckinon and Sirius still aren’t together? Apologies. But what can be done now with that fit flyer in the way?” 

&

“when you say it like that,” molly said as she leaned over and gave the twin she had on her lap the last bite of ice cream before looking back over at remus, “maybe it’s good he wasn’t because that’s the last thing we need is for these two to have a father that’s good at sneaking around.” she put the spoon into the empty ice cream bowl and leaned back into the chair she was sitting in. again, fred poked her bump. instead of allowing this to go on, she put him onto the ground and shooed him off with his brothers. 

“i thought we agreed that you’d have them together by now, no?” she said. she couldn’t help but to laugh. she had done everything in her power. at this point, if they wanted to be dumbasses and not realize they should be together, that was up to them. 

[maraudingmoon]

The grin on his features was positively cheeky. There was no greater rush, he’d often thought, than allowing himself to relive the freedom they’d all felt living in Hogwarts walls. These days he was lucky enough if all three of the lads visited him in hospital. “With the small army you have, I don’t think anyone in your family will ever get away with anything.” He murmured, before following suit and setting the twin in his lap to run around the other. 

Remus arched a brow but held his tongue. If he hadn’t been too hopped up on pain potions, he was fairly certain he’d witnessed the two sods finally getting it together but...well, who could really say? Besides, there had been a hundred times in the last five years or so that it seemed as though they'd finally come to their senses before choosing pride over reason. “Nah, I’ve changed me mind. ‘m rooting Cresswell these days. Good lad that--much better choice than Sirius. Better lookin’ as well, yeah? I think he might even own a comb, which is already a step up from that mangy thing I call m’brother. ” 

[andromedas-curse]

@mxrsmxrdrestarters​

James sat at the bar, staring into this glass of mead. The holidays were around the corner, but he couldn’t seem to muster up his usual holiday spirit. The last eight years had been filled with the wizarding war and it was only getting worse and the losses had been staggering. In the public eye, he kept a positive demeanor, making sure that he was putting on a good act since he was training to be a full fledged auror. But in private, he felt as though things were only going to get worse. He sighed as he took a sip, not realizing that there was company nearby.

[maraudingmoon]

“Hullo, mate.” Remus grinned. He leaned down as though moving to embrace his brother before nicking the glass from Prongs’ hand. “Merlin,” The werewolf sniffed, wrinkling his nose. “Why can’t you drink butterbeer like the rest of us peasants?” He grumbled, before downing the remnants of the sickly sweet drink. It wasn’t as if Potter couldn’t buy the whole bar if he fancied and a week in Mungo’s hadn’t exactly done wonders for Remus’ growling stomach.“You goin’ to tell me what we’re pouting about today or should I just guess? Ah, another bad hair day? Lils not laugh loudly enough at one of y’jokes?”

[ofrosmertaollivander]

maraudingmoon​:

Remus grinned, leaning forward to ruffle the young boy’s crop of red hair. Though he speculated that he’d never really relate to Molly or Arthur Weasley in this way–certainly he’d never be lucky enough to spawn an entirely new batch of Marauders–but, for the moment, watching the other twin press his ear to his mother’s rounded belly, Remus could understand the appeal. “Or your husband’s curiosity. Did you plan to send Mcgonagall into early retirement or were you hoping for a coronary?” 

He rolled his eyes, fiddling about with the foil of his chocolate. If this wasn’t a speech he’d heard a hundred times in a hundred different years since graduation. What was it? He was either a monster that could be set on twats like Snape or he was a fragile little thing that needed Molls or Marls to babysit? “’m not the one that passed out, y’know. I hope you’re giving Mckinnon the same scolding, yeah?” 

…

molly looked down when the twin she had on her lap moved so he could press an ear to her belly. “do you hear anything, love?” she asked. his response to the question was to poke her belly until his brother kicked back. “already tormenting your little brother. i wish i could say i was surprised.” she laughed and, like remus had just done to the other twin, ruffled the redheaded boy on her lap. “i don’t think we have to worry about mcgonagall. it’s good old pringle we hope gets the coronary. arthur still has the marks on his back from when the old man caned him.”

“what did mckinnon do to get a scolding?” molly asked as she quirked an eye at the comment. she was curious. “i’m sure my boys will be happy someone else is getting a scolding and not them.”

[maraudingmoon]

Remus raised and lowered one shoulder before precariously taking another bite of his chocolate, the melted puddle of pink now long forgotten. Really, going to Fortescue’s in the dead of winter had sounded mad, but...when an expectant mother had a craving, any other suggestion likely went out the window. “S’unfortunate that, I do feel bad for him. If Artie and I had been in the same year, he might’ve had a bit more success in not getting caught.” He grinned boyishly. He and the lads might’ve had a talent for tall tales, but Arthur Weasley was notoriously easy to read. How lovely it must be, he thought sulkily, not to have any secrets at all. 

“Are you not here to give me a verbal lashing about...” Remus’ cleared his throat and glanced conspiratorially at the twin in his lap. Certainly the last thing he needed was another mate feigning authority. Not even James could keep a straight face the last time he’d tried to chastise his brothers. “the fact that Mckinon and Sirius still aren’t together? Apologies. But what can be done now with that fit flyer in the way?” 

[ofrosmertaollivander]

maraudingmoon​:

Remus tucked in to a large bite of his chocolate, somewhat satiated by its healing properties. Placebo or not, the werewolf found himself biting into sweets almost every other minute since being discharged from Mungo’s. Even Andi and Lily had seemed a bit displeased to see him so closely after his last stay. Lupin, if I see you in here again I’m charging you rent! “Sass they get from you,” He suggested, poking Fred between the ribs. “Arthur’s a sweetheart.” 

He jutted out his bottom lip, widening his eyes just enough to seem simultaneously bashful and perplexed. “’m doing just fine, Molls. S’not me carting around a watermelon in my belly.” Ah, just another occasion for the rest of the Order to fret over him, their token invalid. And of course, they sent the most experienced caretaker to babysit him. Merlin, he would’ve been humiliated if he wasn’t indignant. “Go on, don’t you have a small army to worry about?”

…

“merlin help us all if these kids get half of my sass,” she said as she laughed. she knew she had a big personality and the sass to match. believe it or not, children seemed to have mellowed her out ever so slightly. she was sure arthur wouldn’t agree, but she certainly thought so. fred quirked to the side and laughed at the pock to his ribs. 

“watermelon in my belly or not, there’s a few former watermelon belly residents that wouldn’t want to see anything happen to you, love.” she really did care about remus. she thought of him as a brother and the last thing she wanted to see was him getting hurt. “and coming from the person who has to cart said watermelon around for nearly nine months, they’re on to something.”

[maraudingmoon]

Remus grinned, leaning forward to ruffle the young boy’s crop of red hair. Though he speculated that he’d never really relate to Molly or Arthur Weasley in this way--certainly he’d never be lucky enough to spawn an entirely new batch of Marauders--but, for the moment, watching the other twin press his ear to his mother’s rounded belly, Remus could understand the appeal. “Or your husband’s curiosity. Did you plan to send Mcgonagall into early retirement or were you hoping for a coronary?” 

He rolled his eyes, fiddling about with the foil of his chocolate. If this wasn’t a speech he’d heard a hundred times in a hundred different years since graduation. What was it? He was either a monster that could be set on twats like Snape or he was a fragile little thing that needed Molls or Marls to babysit? “’m not the one that passed out, y’know. I hope you’re giving Mckinnon the same scolding, yeah?” 

[maraudingmoon]

Veritaserum Prompt;

- What is a secret that you thought you would take to your grave until now? Something that nobody knows.

Oh Merlin. Is this a prank? Is Sirius behind that door? Mate, this is cruel even for you. Besides....er.....there are no secrets between brothers. Except that I’ve been snogging Mary for the last week and that fit reporter before that. Wait...forget you heard that. 

- What is something that would surprise those close to you?

Honestly, I don’t think I could surprise anyone close to me anymore...at least not now that the sprite knows about my furry little problem. And I mean...everyone looks at blokes like that...right? 

- What is your greatest fear? I don’t mean what form does your boggart take, I mean what frightens you so much even a boggart could not take that form.  (For example, Dirks’ boggart is watching his mother die over and over, but at his core he is absolutely terrified of never succeeding in life.)

I have this recurring dream that I’m naked in front of every student and staff member at school. Through the Great Hall windows, I can see the full moon start to rise. When I go to run or cover up, I’m trapped with a leg-lock jinx. The lads are all laughing. 

Ah, well. I can’t IMAGINE what it could mean. 

- What are you most self conscious about?

Have you taken a look at my ugly mug? Merlin, I look like I’ve just been stuffed through a meat grinder. 

- Okay, lets get personal, Who are you in love with?  Do they know?

I mean...what is love? Capital L? Is it thinking about one person every morning when you get up? Is it thinking of the hundred or so dates you could take them on with a week’s wages? Is it feeling like the luckiest sod this side of the equator when they curl up next to you at the end of a long day? Or...lately, when they give you a swat and a snog all in one go? Is it knowing that you’d rather take a slap from them than a cwtch from anyone else in the world? 

I...sorry, what was the question? 

-Who do you most like to spend time with?

...the lads. And Mary. Mary and the lads. Mary and the lads together. Mary and the lads doing laddie lad friend things together. Nothing else...and...Oh, shut up. 

-Wha-   oh, it looks like your potion is wearing off, damn!

Padfoot, ’m going to track you down like the dog you are and give you a right kick in the arse, you meddlin’ bastard. 

[winternott]

maraudingmoon​:

He tugged at his knit cap, a few loose snowflakes shaking out of his light hair. Though Cardiff typically had longer, windier, and wetter winters than they were to get here–snow still tended to make him miserable. Perhaps it could be blamed on the wear and tear his bones had taken from the hundred or so transformations, but cold weather only served to bring out every ache and pain. “I dunno why you wanted to meet out here anyway,” He said testily. “I’d much rather layabout your new shop with a Yorkshire”

Remus cupped his hands together and exhaled, trying to warm up his reddened fingers. “Are we picking some rare herb I’ve never heard of?” He bounced lightly on his heels, wishing he’d been clever enough to wear his woollens. “Nott, if you tell me we’re out here hunting yeti, I’m turning around right now.“ 

She was drowning slightly in her winter cloak, but pulled it tighter to her to gain some warmth. It had never taken much to make her cold, but she couldn’t deny the beauty of sparkling, unmarred snow. At his words and tone, she tensed a bit, trying to fold herself up smaller beneath the fabric. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I had just wanted a change of scenery. I’ve been in there for most of the past month.” Winter answered quietly.

While the words would not pass her lips, part of the reason she’d wanted to meet him out there was because of what had happened on New Years Eve. Having her close friend turn on her, she was certain something had happened and it was because she’d been hanging around the journalist. That if anyone saw her with Remus; Barty, Lucius, one of her brothers or her father…well, they all fit the description for those that had attacked that night. Even if she wanted to believe her betrothed wasn’t just another pawn in the sick war. “No, I don’t believe there are any rare herbs out here.” She thought quickly for something useful they could be hunting for, but as Hawthorn passed her mind, she saw how cold he looked, different words bubbled from her lips. “Do you want to see my Green House?”

[maraudingmoon]

Remus glanced up from his hands, noting a light cloud streaming from between his chapped lips. “Don’t tell me you’re sick of it already,” He murmured, draping his arm over the tiny witch. Though he tended not to mention Winter Nott’s many shifts in demeanor--from almost childishly gleeful to barbed and edgy at the drop of a hat--they were hard for the werewolf to overlook. Well, he supposed, there were things about Purebloods and the patriarchy that he might never come to understand. “Honestly, Nott, you’ve done a bang up job. The shop’s heaven. I’d never leave if I didn’t have to, y’know, eat, sleep, and snog  the little one.” 

He grinned, a bit to widely given how loudly his teeth began to chatter.  Despite everything, and certainly the last few weeks between the stints in both Mary’s bed and the Mungo’s Infirmary blurred together, Remus’ cheerful mood was almost unflappable. No doubt the weight of the war, the greater and greater distance between him and his brothers, or the reporter-shaped elephant in the room might collapse on his shoulders at any given moment but...at present the only thing of any real concern was the sodding cold. “Yes, please. Merlin, I was starting to think I’d done something to piss you off. Go on then. I promise I’ll be better company once I get the feeling back in my arse.” 

[ofrosmertaollivander]

maraudingmoon​:

Remus let out an indignant squawk as Fred’s hand closed in around a particularly large piece of chocolate. “Bloody menance!” He yelled, though his narrowed eyes crinkled cheerfully at the edges. Really, the youngest people in his life were Mary Macdonald’s siblings and even he had to admit they were nearly adults now. “He hasn’t hit puberty.” The werewolf grumbled, sneaking a bite as the toddler busied himself with the treat melting in his palm. “You’re not old enough to have a teenager, Molls, don’t be daft.” 

Absentmindedly, the werewolf began to bounce his knees–eliciting a soft laughter from the rugrat occupying his lap. Certainly, having his hard-earned stash of Honeyduke’s finest be pilfered and then returned in spit and shit was hardly how he’d hoped to spend his afternoon but it almost seemed like every member of the Order had a secret pact to keep an eye on him. “And the Prewitt penchant for mischief. Yeah, yeah. Are we going to talk about why you actually invited me out or do you want to keep pretending I’m decent with this little cyw?” 

…

molly smirked as she watched the twin in remus’ lap try and take the chocolate from the young man. “fred, honey,” she softly chided. “you’ve had enough sugar for today. leave remus alone.” fred looked at his mother, trying to give her the puppy eyes. “it’s coming, though. the attitude has already started,” she said.

“i think fred would say otherwise,” she said teasingly. “this is just about the only time i haven’t seen him actively try to hurt his older brothers in a long time.” her twins were certainly taking after her brothers and she knew it would continue to get worse as they got older and fabian and gideon had their ways with them. “i just wanted to check in with you before the baby comes. really check in with you too,” she said, eyeing remus sternly. she knew remus would put up a fight at what she was saying.

[maraudingmoon]

Remus tucked in to a large bite of his chocolate, somewhat satiated by its healing properties. Placebo or not, the werewolf found himself biting into sweets almost every other minute since being discharged from Mungo’s. Even Andi and Lily had seemed a bit displeased to see him so closely after his last stay. Lupin, if I see you in here again I’m charging you rent! “Sass they get from you,” He suggested, poking Fred between the ribs. “Arthur’s a sweetheart.” 

He jutted out his bottom lip, widening his eyes just enough to seem simultaneously bashful and perplexed. “’m doing just fine, Molls. S’not me carting around a watermelon in my belly.” Ah, just another occasion for the rest of the Order to fret over him, their token invalid. And of course, they sent the most experienced caretaker to babysit him. Merlin, he would’ve been humiliated if he wasn’t indignant. “Go on, don’t you have a small army to worry about?”

[marsxmulci]

wildheartmarls​:

She had known it was coming, but expecting it did nothing to dull the pain. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Intense. All-consuming. The scream that ripped from her throat as she fell to the ground wasn’t even a sound she recognised coming from herself. Hot tears pricked at her eyes, every nerve in her body on fire, praying for this agony to end. And yet, even overcome with pain, she refused to beg. Refused to give Mulciber that final bit of satisfaction. He could do what he wanted to her, end it all here and now if he liked, but she would never debase herself in such a way.

How long she endured the curse for she didn’t know, it could have been seconds or hours, but suddenly it ended. For a moment she lay there, blood ringing in her ears, until the sounds of a scuffle brought her back to her senses. Her fingers curled around her wand which had fallen not far from her and, bracing herself, she pushed herself up, ignoring her body’s protests as she stood. Whatever pain she felt now was nothing compared to what she had felt under the Cruciatus Curse.

Her hand shot out and grabbed at Remus’ arm before she was even fully aware of him having been moving, adrenaline no doubt to thank for her reflexes still working. Summoning what strength she could she yanked him backwards. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” she muttered, aware of how hypocritical her words were when she had just saved him from torture by making herself the target instead. For a brief moment, with her hand still on his arm, she considered apparating them away somewhere safe. The risk of splinching were too high though, the curse having taken a toll on her both mentally and physically. Not that staying here facing Mulciber seemed any safer, really. Well, at least this way, one of them had a chance.

“You should get yourself out of here,” she told Remus, her voice low, words intended only for him as she stepped forwards. Placing herself between friend and foe, she aimed her wand carefully before firing off a non-verbal stupefy.

Although there was a smirk on his lips, Marcus’s eyes were ever darkening and he out a long sigh.  “Godsake, pull yourself together you two…”  Rolling his eyes as he trailed off.  Wasn’t the point of having a war to fight, if these two were anything to go by, it seemed as though the Order was loosing its edge. He was about to crouch next to McKinnon as he saw Remus’s feeble attempt at running.  Letting out a cruel laugh that rolled off his tongue, he simply stood straight and pushed the boy over as they collided with eachother.  

“Jesus christ.”  Marcus was not the sort of person to feel remorse, however as he glanced at the two, all he could feel was pity.  Pity that they couldn’t provide more of a challenge.  “Should have listened to her, you should have left.  Kinda insulted you think I’m a psychopath though.”  Tilted his head slightly as he eyed the pair.  Laughing again, though slightly more easily, he shook his head.  “If anything, I’m more of a sociopath.”  Shrugging his shoulders simply almost as if he were disagreeing politely with someone in a bar, he straightened his spine. “…But lets not get caught up in definitions. Either way, I’m not  so lacking in offers that I’d stoop to you…”  

Distracted for all but a moment as McKinnon hit him with a stupify, he had to chuckle as the force hit his back.  He could tell by the lack of power that it had been wordless magic, something that took even Marcus himself years to master.  The impact barely winded him, and he was absolutely certain he wasn’t going to be beat at this point.  The barely there smile that had been present on his lips faded completely as he slowly closed the gap between where he stood and where the two were.  “Nearly, but not quite...” He said in a near growl.  “I’ll show you wordless magic though.”   Having afew years on the two, he was slightly more advanced in the art of casting, though mostly it was down to knack, and his father forcing lessons upon him.  With two simple flicks of his wrist he cast Cruccio two more times, but didn’t let the charm linger as long, only long enough for the two to give up fighting him.  Taking a deep breath, he put his wand away, and reached for a smoke from his inside pocket. “You know, my father used that on me everytime I stepped out of line.”  He said casually as he looked over the pair.  “Hurts like a bitch doesn’t it.”  Lighting the end of his smoke, he took a deep inhale and proceeded to turn on his heel.   “Next time you should probably just not get in my way.  Give Mary my love won’t you.”   Taking one more step away, he dissaparated, leaving only a cloud of cigarette smoke behind.

[maraudingmoon]

For the briefest moment following Mulciber’s departure, Remus was certain he’d died. The shrill ringing in his ears suddenly stopped. The stinging of the Cruciatus--like a thousand white hot needles shoved under his skin--subsided so abruptly he might’ve succumbed to his body’s deep need to collapse if it weren’t for Mckinnon’s presence. Merlin, Marlene! The werewolf heard the faintest scuffle and a deep groan, hardly recognizing it as his own before he scraped himself off the pavement. Well, if anyone ever wanted to know what it felt like to be standing on two stilts made of shrapnel, he was certain he could give a fairly apt depiction. 

“Y’alrigh’?” He mumbled, the thick taste of iron coating his tongue. Pulling at the sleeve of his sweater--the cuff matted with blood and dirt--he scrubbed at his mouth before limping toward the crumpled heap of Marlene Mckinnon. “Hey. Quit playing. Come on, say something.” She was unconscious, he told himself. Likely took one too many blows to the head. With a sharp hiss, he dropped beside the witch and leaned in, hoping to hear some quippy one liner or, at the very least, a faint heartbeat.“Marls?” 

Merlin, of course the first time he was in any position to help someone else, he was sodding wandless. And splinching was about four times more likely to happen when using someone else’s.  The odds were even worse for someone in his condition. But...well, it wasn’t as if Mckinnon wouldn’t schlep him to the infirmary if it were the other way around. Well...what was another scar to add to the litany along his spine? With a bit of reticence, Remus tugged at the wood still clasped in Marlene’s hand before slinging her arms over his shoulders and hauling her onto his back. Well if the Death Eater’s Cruciatus didn’t kill him, this might. At least if it went awry, he’d be in the company of healers...he hoped. With a grimace, Remus clasped Marlene’s wand and apparated to St. Mungo’s. 

[f-alice]

Alice was running late to work, no thanks to the latest construction that was by her house. She knew that she could apparate in front of ministry, but she knew better than to do that. She was carrying a big stack of papers, praying that she wouldn’t slip on the wet floor that was in front of the lifts and slid past some people talking. “Sure, sure don’t see the woman with the stack of papers, just stand there like some twats.” She murmured underneath her breath as she got freed from being between the men and the wall. However, her luck had changed when her foot got stuck on someone’s handle and caused her to fall forward, making her lose the papers. “Bloody hell.” She whispered and scrambled to get off from the floor, moving towards her papers. She noticed that a piece of paper was underneath someone’s foot and let out a breath before she tried to pull it out. “Excuse me, sorry, um, you’re currently on a page of my report. Would you be so kind to remove your foot?”

@mxrsmxrdrestarters​

[maraudingmoon]

The rare few visits that Remus spent in the Ministry always tended to fill him with a sense of sympathy anxiety. Not one person--save for Lucius Malfoy and his merry band of kiss-ups--seemed to wander through the gilded Atrium without sweating out a sort of oncoming dread. Though, likely, their angst and neurosis weren’t as off-putting to someone less...doggedly observant. He dusted off his borrowed coat, a few particles of floo scattering to the polished wood before a familiar voice caught his ear.  A familiar and rather livid little chirp. “Merlin, sorry, Al. Did I get you?” 

His arm--fresh out of that godforsaken sling--reached down, haphazardly collecting her slew of parchment. “Those fireplaces are murder,” He added, clumsily stacking the papers against his thigh. The cover page was coated with a rather prominent boot print--fresh from his muddied trainer--despite his best attempts to brush it off “This one might be a goner. Hope it’s not...” He glanced downward to the now visible red ink reading “CONFIDENTIAL” and sighed. “...important.” 

[ofrosmertaollivander]

maraudingmoon​:

“Just as well, I suppose. S’tough, yeah? Living with a hundred little lads?” He inwardly quelled the canine instinct to simply grab the boy by the scruff of his neck and give him a stern lecture about the ethics of thievery. Merlin, what did one do with children before they were old enough to speak? And how on earth did the redhead across from him have the patience to deal with the constant screaming and spitting of her own personal army. “Who’s this then?” Remus murmured, using the curve of his unused spoon to point at the toddler in his lap. “Not Bill–he was much lovelier to me the last time.” 

The werewolf cautiously dipped one hand into the patchwork of his robes, retrieving a chocolate bar instead. After all, the sanctity of his waffle cone had been compromised. He cast a playfully irritated look to the bright pink splotch on the baby’s onesie. “Just wait until you’re old enough to duel, mate. I can hold a grudge for decades.” 

…

“i grew up with fabian and gideon,” molly pointed out. yes, there were days that where more chaotic than others, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. contrary to popular belief, molly could tell the difference between her children. she knew why people often thought that, as she was always throwing out names that didn’t belong to the twin she was talking to, but she also had five kids with another one on the way. “you’ve got fred,” she said as she looked over george’s shoulder to give him a bite of her ice cream. “i dunno how much nice he’d be now, though. puberty has hit him like a ton of bricks.”

“he’s a prewett. he can hold a grudge for decades as well,” molly said, teasingly. fred immediately tried to grab the chocolate bar remus had just pulled out. “he’s also got the prewett sweet tooth as well.”

[maraudingmoon]

Remus let out an indignant squawk as Fred’s hand closed in around a particularly large piece of chocolate. “Bloody menance!” He yelled, though his narrowed eyes crinkled cheerfully at the edges. Really, the youngest people in his life were Mary Macdonald’s siblings and even he had to admit they were nearly adults now. “He hasn’t hit puberty.” The werewolf grumbled, sneaking a bite as the toddler busied himself with the treat melting in his palm. “You’re not old enough to have a teenager, Molls, don’t be daft.” 

Absentmindedly, the werewolf began to bounce his knees--eliciting a soft laughter from the rugrat occupying his lap. Certainly, having his hard-earned stash of Honeyduke’s finest be pilfered and then returned in spit and shit was hardly how he’d hoped to spend his afternoon but it almost seemed like every member of the Order had a secret pact to keep an eye on him. “And the Prewitt penchant for mischief. Yeah, yeah. Are we going to talk about why you actually invited me out or do you want to keep pretending I’m decent with this little cyw?” 

[mudbloodmacdonald]

maraudingmoon​:

“Never miss a shot to snipe at them, do you?” Remus mumbled, replacing the witch’s hand in his tresses by running his own through his hair–feeling that restless sense of simultaneous arrogance and anxiety that Prongs so often used to field. He glanced upward, an answering smile pulling at his lips. It was misplaced or ill-timed, perhaps, but nonetheless filled with love. He allowed himself to slump slightly deeper into the sofa–too small for anyone even marginally larger than a thimble, and gave himself just one moment to relish in the way Mary seemed to fit so easily against his frail chest. 

It would be, he thought, too difficult and too arduous a process to explain that the way she would fall out of fascination with him would be slow, almost unnoticeable, until one day she’d look back on their time together with nostalgically but not wistfully. This moment between them, as much as the werewolf knew he would cherish it for several years to come was fleeting at best, regardless of how large a heart his beloved sprite seemed to possess. Trust in Mary was hardly the issue so much as the sheer burden that came with loving a monster. Sirius, due to the nature of his animagus, had probably taken the greatest physical toll. But James tended to suffer financially. And Pete…well, Remus would’ve been lying to say that Wormy’s sudden absences–each one longer than the last–didn’t sting, though he could hardly hold it against the lad. Second years are simply not equipped to promise something for the rest of their lives. “Just…let me give you an out, you obstinate little thing. Take it as an insult if you like, but it is said out of love. Come on, Mare, tell me you wouldn’t worry if I fell for-for a vampire or sommat.” 

It was the unbearable pain flickering through her voice that tore his chest to shreds all over again. The words themself were quiet, her voice barely above a whisper, but Merlin! if they didn’t shatter Remus’ heart into nothing but tiny particles of dust. Because, really, there was literally not a single person on the entire planet Earth, not one individual in the history of man or wizardkind, the deserved to find someone to love and spend the rest of their life with more than Mary Macdonald. A beautiful, lovely, magnificent ray of sunshine who was both far kinder and much more deserving of love than Remus, even discounting the whole lycanthropy bit. “I just…I promise some day you’re going to meet some wonderful person, and you’re going to fall in love with them because they are going to be better suited in every possible way. And there is no world in which they won’t fall in love with you, too, because you are the objectively the best human this side of the Atlantic. I’ve never been anywhere else, but I’d wager you’re better than everyone everywhere. So all I’m saying is that…until you can find someone with the ability to be there for you every second the sun and moon are shining, I will be here. And, because we’re being very honest, probably after that as well.”

“They never miss a chance to be idiots.” She countered. And then the bastard, of all things, smiled. Like this whole encounter wasn’t being tainted by her stubbornness and his self deprecation. Mary’s hurt and anger seemed to meld together within her. She wasn’t sure which was blooming in her sternum and clutching her heart, and which was tying knots in her stomach, but it all seemed to be the same now. Anger was easier, but hurt more intimate. Vulnerable. She would always choose anger, but this time she fought against that urge. The need to shake him and make him understand that she adored him and wouldn’t be going anywhere because he was a werewolf. To explain to him that iit was shit of him to place his own doubts onto her character. She was better than that. More than his insecurities. Remind him that she didn’t need him to give her an out. If she wanted out, she’d get out. Mary wasn’t one to stay in something she was unhappy with. Except maybe her job, but she was going to work on that.

“What if I already met a wonderful person? And maybe he’s not in love with me, but he could be. One day. If he let himself believe in me. Believe in himself. What if I find comfort in watching him read books? And the way he rebels against his friends offers of help mirror my own stubbornness in the worst way? What if he is thoughtful and kind? Funny and smart and incredibly stupid sometimes? How about if my family loves him? And all of my friends?” She asked him, because she was trying to make a point and it hurt. He was one of her best friends in the world. In both worlds. Someone she had grown with and was fighting beside in a war. “I don’t need someone that is going to be there every second of every fucking day, Remus. I’d probably go out of my mind and feel suffocated if that was the case. So, think what you want. But I see you. All of you. And if I ever want to leave, I will. I’m not committing to marriage, I’m just saying that I want to kiss you and hold your hand when we’re walking down the street. And under the table. Maybe more when that comes about. And if there is an after, it’s not going to be because I fall in love with someone else while I have you here. It’ll be because you’ve had to hold me back from one too many fights, or because I am jealous of the attention you pay to your books.” She moved slightly towards him. Wanting to lay down, curled up in each others arms, but she was scared that she might fall and all he’d see was sand running through an hourglass. “Anyway, I’ll probably be dead before I realize what a bloody dickhead you are. Being a mudblood and all.” She smiled and knew the joke wouldn’t be well received, but it was all she could do to keep from losing what semblance of a cool she had left.

[maraudingmoon]

Remus shifted slightly, making what little room there was left for the sprite to sit up. At this rate, he couldn’t have even feigned surprise if she were to suddenly retrieve a soapbox. After all, it wasn’t exactly as if he wasn’t used to this speech--first from his parents, then the lads, then Lily. Hell, even Poppy Pomfrey had spent one or two hours the morning after any particularly bad moon telling him what a lovely, charming, incredibly warmhearted creature he’d become. Perhaps what each well-meaning human in his life failed to realize that these were hardly the speeches made to a peer so much as those saved for a housebroken dog. Who’s a good boy, Remus? “Pads had a lot of Black family brainwashing to unlearn still,” He yawned, burying his nose in the curve of Mary’s neck. So that was where the smell of rosewater in his Amortentia had come from. “And Mckinnon’s with that posh boy now--looking like the front cover of this month’s Tiger Beat.”

He was momentarily thankful to be obscured, curled around Mary’s frame like a heavy quilt. The great speech made Remus’ heart stutter like an old engine, needing several starts before coming alive again. When it finally did, though, it pounded in heavily, almost painfully, against his chest. They had been at this point before. Remus had seen Mary even smaller and and more vulnerable, close to breaking in half as she dragged him through the doors of St. Mungo’s.  ...Stubbornness in the worst way. “I really want to be selfish here, I do” He murmured, managing a wobbly smile. “If I ever allowed myself to think about it--really, genuinely think about it--you were always the person I wanted beside me. I just...I have to say it. You should be with someone better.” He could sense Mary’s distress almost as if it were his own. Neither one of them was really meant for grand overtures and yet, here they were--offering sentiments that could hardly be taken back. And then--

“Oh come off it, you’re the dickhead.”  Remus grumbled, nipping at Mary’s collarbone. He knew that if she kept looking so lovely, her skin spun from pure sunlight and pouring her heart out on top of it all, he would break and give in. He'd pull Mary in and kiss her cheek, run his lips down her neck and freckled shoulders. He’d hold her until she went lax in his arms and forgot absolutely everything that caused that worried expression to plague her features. Remus’ chest ached with how much he wanted, wanted, wanted. “Now come here; I’m too tired to fight you just yet but I promise I’ll be up for another round in the morning.” 

[ofrosmertaollivander]

maraudingmoon​:

Remus laughed somewhat uncomfortably. He was about as skilled with children as he was with mandrakes–perhaps worse, come to it. At least knew how to make the latter stop fussing. “Isn’t there a charm or sommat to rig the results?” He grumbled, wincing as a tiny hand splattered directly into his scoop. “I’d reckon a dwtty girl would behave better than this.” 

The werewolf shook his head, holding back a grimace as the same sticky palm collided with his nose. “Ych a Fi! Pick on someone your own size!” With one hand, he dotted at his face with a paper napkin, while trying and failing to rally a wiggling tot into his lap with the other. “Merlin, I don’t know how you do it. Even with both m’arms back I still feel like I need four more. OI! That’s my ice cream, you great bully!”

…

“i would have used it when i was pregnant with the twins if there was,” she said as she watched, softly laughing to herself, as fred made himself comfortable in remus’ lap. karma instantly hit her when george tried to climb in to her lap to get some of her ice cream. 

“that’s what big brothers are for,” she said as she laughed. she continued to eye the twin in remus’ lap as he wreaked havoc on the younger man. meanwhile his twin brother was sitting quietly as far back in molly’s lap in order not to fall off. he knew not to mess around, both because he had some inkling of an idea what it meant that his mother was pregnant so he had to be careful of the baby. but more importantly, if he tried to pull anything, he wouldn’t get any ice cream. 

[maraudingmoon]

“Just as well, I suppose. S’tough, yeah? Living with a hundred little lads?” He inwardly quelled the canine instinct to simply grab the boy by the scruff of his neck and give him a stern lecture about the ethics of thievery. Merlin, what did one do with children before they were old enough to speak? And how on earth did the redhead across from him have the patience to deal with the constant screaming and spitting of her own personal army. “Who’s this then?” Remus murmured, using the curve of his unused spoon to point at the toddler in his lap. “Not Bill--he was much lovelier to me the last time.” 

The werewolf cautiously dipped one hand into the patchwork of his robes, retrieving a chocolate bar instead. After all, the sanctity of his waffle cone had been compromised. He cast a playfully irritated look to the bright pink splotch on the baby’s onesie. “Just wait until you’re old enough to duel, mate. I can hold a grudge for decades.”