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❝He tends to hate quite a bit of everyone, so I don't suppose there's any usein crying over that. But I'llbe sure to pass it on?❞
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regulus black hates you let the world know about it
❝He tends to hate quite a bit of everyone, so I don't suppose there's any usein crying over that. But I'llbe sure to pass it on?❞
hogwarts is out of tea
❝What?❞
rita skeeter loves you tell everyone
❝Shall I stand from atop one of the tables in the great hall & announce it for the whole school to hear?❞
sirius black loves you pass it on
❝I'll... do my best to let the masses know?❞
[past chat]
“Bloody hell—really? This soon?” he groaned, “how does he even have the time? Shouldn’t his head duties plus trying to woo Lily take up most of his time?” his confusion evident as a pout lingered across his lips, “I didn’t have time to practice over the break — I did a bit of flying but trying to throw a quaffle about with my father is asking for a migraine. I love my father-but no. Not doing that. He can get so competitive" he sighed, turning his attention back to the topic at hand. "Remus, bless your soul—-I might possibly love you" a chuckle falling from his lips, "another thing—ensure that James is no where near my bedside? I might want to strangle him when I wake up!"
“Cheers to that" he sighed, "I think I am forever to be damned in a state like this— it’s already been five years. My mother once told me that the pain you feel or what ever you endure that might even cause the tiniest of aches—that’s the way you can tell that it’s real. What you feel for that person is real. It’s quite troublesome, isn’t it? The heart. Very fussy and confusing” he rambled quietly. “Do they—-does your person know? At all?” he questioned, curious if anything. “Wait—uh —-you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want too Remus” the last thing he would want to do was overstep a boundary or make him feel uncomfortable.
❝Nah, mate. James is as competitive as they get & he'll be damned if you don't win the cup this year. It's your last year after all & he won't settle for anything other than victor.❞ Remus however, spoke with only the fondest of exasperation & a smile on his face. ❝That's James for you.❞ A grin and a noise of exclamation. ❝See now! You've got plenty of practice after dealing with your Da, so I'm sure James'll be easy enough to handle.❞ Placing a hand on the other's shoulder, Remus' eyes were shining with mirth as he replied. ❝Have you been holding out on secret affections for me all this time, Frank? Quietly swooning & tracing hearts around my name in your notes? I'm flattered.❞
❝That's frankly terrible, mate. No pun intended.❞ Remus offered him a small grin in hopes of lightening the mood. ❝I don't—I honestly don't even know how long it's been. Sometimes it feels like it's been forever & other days like it's something so new. ❞ The utter realization of his feelings had only come some time this year, but now that Remus looked back on it, he could only wonder how long he had truly been suppressing his affections for. ❝& Your mum sounds like an exceptionally smart woman, Frank. Like she knows exactly what she's talking about. I only wish that the ache wasn't so raw.❞ Shaking his head as Frank went to retract his words, Remus cut in before he could say any further. ❝No... No they don't. But I think—I think I prefer it that way. I know that the feelings aren't returned & it's... Just to have them there, that's enough. It'll always be enough. They might never be m i n e, but I don't need them to be as long as I can stay with them. Just being around them is enough.❞ It had to be.
Just This Once [ Sirius & Remus ]
✯ ——— How many times had they spent evenings just like 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔? Not nearly enough, Sirius thought as he laughed from nothing other than happiness. Sure, it’d be rather unhealthy to go through nearly an entire fifth of Firewhiskey on your own every night, but it couldn’t be so bad when he felt so good and was curled up so snugly in Remus’ lap. The war never crossed his mind, homework could be put off until the end of the weekend, and his present company offered nothing but witty remarks and breathtaking smiles.
"If you stopped stealing the most comfortable seat in the Common Room," Sirius slurred, "I wouldn’t have to use your lap every damned weekend." He smiled, curled a bit more into Remus’ chest. Maybe using Remus as his seat actually made this armchair more comfortable than usual. Whatever the (admittedly drunken) logic was, Sirius was happy to find himself lounging on Remus in the middle of the Common Room, sitting before a dying fire as darkness pressed in against the windows. They did this every few weekends, particularly when stress was high and the need for escapism had skyrocketed.
𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰
{ ☾— ; } Remus wondered if the actions he put himself through could be considered those of a masochist. A happy enough masochist, but a masochist nonetheless. As his fingers trailed through the wild strands of Sirius hair however, he couldn't find it in himself to care all that much. He wouldn't refuse Sirius of his comforts, and neither c o u l d he, for himself at least. ❝Would you prefer it if I moved, Padfoot?❞ His tone wry with amusement and much less slurred in comparison, Remus felt it was safe to say that he was only edging on tipsy when compared to Sirius' full on drunken state.
It was entirely horrid of him, he knew it was, but Sirius, with his rumbling laughter and the scent of smoke and mint so intoxicating, was undeniable even to the strongest of men. Problem was, Remus had always been the furthest thing from strong when it came to a one Sirius Black. ❝I could always leave you to your bottle and chair on your own.❞ No he couldn't, a terrible, t e r r i b l e voice that sounded entirely too much like Peter echoed in his head. (The perceptive little shite.) But he had spent years subconsciously suppressing his feelings. So how hard could it be when he was actually trying?
The Usual Suspects || Closed || Evan & Remus
"Trust me, there is no more effective way of frightening another than through simply throwing them a single look. I wouldn’t really consider it a fault,” Evan stated with a nonchalant shrug, only to quasi-innocently add: “It surely is easier than frightening them through cursing them — which, of course, I would know absolutely nothing about. I mean, who would do something like that, eh?”
Evan did not seem to care about the fact that he did not sound convincing at all, as he knew very well that Remus would not be able to prove anything if he would be so cowardly debatable as to inform a teacher. After all, Evan had just used words that would indicate that he did not approve of such violence. By all means, he did and it was quite commonly known, but he would be fine as long as he never openly spoke of it. At least, so he figured.
"I can see why you’re a Prefect, Lupin. It’ll be just like it never happened; I dare bet you were their first choice. Dumbledore seems to approve of a fair amount of ignorance and gullibility,” Evan replied as he aggressively grasped the book out of Remus’s hand. Evan was not jealous of Remus’s position, unlike what it might look like. He was just trying to find a way to upset the other; touching different topics just to see which would enrage Remus quickest and most.
{ ☾— ; } ❝Yes, I'm sure you of all people wouldn't know what to consider a fault.❞ For someone who considered frightening short children and bullying them into submission the highlight of his day, Evan wasn't exactly the epitome of an upstanding citizen, neither a smart one. If anything, he was a swine with a wand who fantasized about the brutalizing of others with almost an o b s e s s i v e interest. Just plain distasteful, really. Evan's next words just all about confirmed it.
How in the world Evan Rosier still walking the halls of Hogwarts without some sort of warning in place was a miracle in Remus' opinion. Or perhaps, considering how often the alarms would go off with Rosier and his need for attention, the Professor's had decided the whole thing wasn't worth the headache it would cost. Staring Rosier down now, he could sympathize with the teachers and their lack of interest when it came to dealing with Rosier. ❝Absolutely. Only the scum of the earth would ever think about cursing a younger student—-unarmed and undefended.❞ Remus spoke with conviction in his voice and his raised brow only dared the other to challenge his words.
❝Well I won't claim to know what sort of reasoning he went with, but I trust the headmaster knew what he was doing when he offered me the position.❞ Fingers instantly losing their grip on the spine of the book with how roughly Rosier grabbed at the book, there was a part of Remus that wanted to reject his harsh handling of the pages; keeping his mouth shut only with a last minute thought as he reminded himself that he wasn't there to fight. ❝With all that snatching one would think your mother never taught you any manners, Rosier. Not that you really ever did give off the feeling that she had.❞
↳ ♛ moodboard: Remus Lupin ft. Sirius Black Post-Prank [4/∞]
❝ We are VIOLENT & я α g ι η g & so very very B̢̫̲̯͎͕̥͕̱̦͔͚̙͍̥̕ͅͅ ̴̱͓͚͈̙̯͎̖͔̀͟͞Ŗ̸̴͢҉̫͉͙̜̣̥ ̴̤͔̜͓̗̹̠͔̲̻̺̠̺̦͘͢͝͡ͅO̴͞͏̹͙͙͙̭̹̯̺ ̫͚͎̹́̕K̬̙̩͈̹͙̭͢͝ ̢̨̪̼̣̹̦͓̺͉̥͇̮͕͔͉̹́́͠E̷̡̨̝͕͈̼̱̼̪̙͔̘̩̝͢ͅͅ ̧̡̲̣̖̳̹̬N͏̷̧̪̭͔̗̼͚̖͖͉̟͍̥̫͘ͅ❞
"I h a t e to be the one to tell you this, but it’d be less embarrassing if you admitted to going for a swim, babe.”
❝Or I could always take the easy way out & claim you pushed me in, Padfoot.❞
” O h. Ok - mate. Whatever you { s a y } . ”
❝I hear an astounding amount of belief in your voice, Ted. I r e a l l y do.❞
"Good on you mate, won’t breath a word of it to anyone — Prewett’s honor and all the required oaths that entails. Wouldn’t dream of letting the others take advantage of your good will. Not when that’s my job.”
❝Then it's all yours, Gid. & It's good to know that you see our friendship in such a positive light. I offer you a thing or two out of the goodness of my heart & you do your best to exploit me of my kindness.❞
| past |
"More than nobody knows now. You’ve got little old me to t r y and keep it in. And it’s all about perspective, dear. Some people simply don’t realize the gift of the spotlight that I have given them.”
❝But you're just brilliant when it comes to keeping your secrets, as much as you are when it comes to sharing them, didn't you say? Can I trust that you won't try to ruin me for all public eye to see? & If they don't have any interest for being in the spotlight? What then?❞
❝Pardon you? I’m not the one being a git, in fact I’ve never even been gittish towards you. Your friends are, of course, a different story considering how annoying they can be. Good one means boring, you know that, yes? Still, whatever. I’m not too keen on detention; being a prefect and all. My idea of fun.. Well, no. It’s nothing along those lines. You seem too young, too innocent. Maybe I’ll just keep it to myself.❞
❝Gittish. Did you honestly just use the word gittish on me, Lucius. You've got a startling amount of traits in common with the lads & I don't think I'm ready to delve into what that means. For any of us. & Yes, well. I prefer to be the boring one if it means I don't have detention every Saturday with the rest of the lot. & Too... young? I'm the bloody same age as you are, you prick. & Innocence isn't something that you get to keep at seventeen, so tell me. Don't be a tit about it.❞
❝You just casually tripped, is that all?❞
❝Well it wasn't a formal thing that's for sure.❞
———— ” Y’know, I worry about you sometimes, Remus. How does one trip into the lake in January? Were you planning on taking the Giant Squid out on a date? ”
❝I was, but apparently she didn't find my scars & ruffian looks to her fancy. Or maybe she did, considering she knocked me in for a swim?❞
"You tripped into the lake? Seriously, you may be the only person I know who could manage that, Remus.”
❝Your sympathy for my wet & slowly freezing body is phenomenal, Ed.❞
Do you honestly expect me to believe that? I know I’m younger than you, but I’m not stupid by a long shot.
❝& Just what about it makes it so unbelievable?❞