Remus Lupin

Seventh Year. Gryffindor. Half-Blood. Marauder. 

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bennet-zonko‌:

“She’s….” Bennet paused, his face falling slightly and his brows scrunching together. It truly wasn’t his place to say how Imogen was doing and he was an atrocious liar. Instead, he looked at his pal optimistically and voiced his hopes for her, “She’ll be okay”. Usually he radiated nothing but happiness but that had become much harder lately. Darcy had pulled away from him and though he was honoring her desire for space he often felt as if some part of him was constantly missing without her at his side. Imogen and Benito too seemed to be splintering. Hard though it was now to smile sometimes Bennet refused to be without joy. His smile lighted once more at the mention of Amara, “Oh, thank you! She’s a little scary, you know” 

She’ll be okay. So that meant she currently wasn’t. Remus frowned at the thought of Imogen Connolly troubled in some way. Their past rounds together had been unusually quiet on her part and he’d wondered if perhaps she’d just had a lot on her mind, but now… It wasn’t really Remus’s place to pry, however, and he easily dropped the subject. “Amara’s not so bad.” He said in defense of his fellow prefect, though he supposed she could be rather frightening when she wanted to be.  

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puffpuff-alice‌:

From the way Remus was talking, there was not a doubt in her mind that he would be able to accomplish something. It was hard to say what he would be able to accomplish considering she didn’t know what he actually wanted to do. Was it to create more understanding? Learn more about them? Get people to stop being so afraid and judgmental of everything that was different from them? “Well I’m sure whatever you end up doing will be great.” All of the questions nearly made her want to study them as well. But she wasn’t just going to steal his thunder like that. Remus was smart and more than capable of changing the wizarding world all on his own if he wanted too. 

Alice nodded, happy to hear that she wasn’t the only one who wanted her families ice cream store back. The ice cream store was where she’d met lots of her friends, where she’d met Frank, it met a lot to her. “Well now you sound like my dad,” She laughed. “My dad thinks that I should leave the shop alone and do something else with my life. I told him that I’ll think about it after I buy the shop back. Or maybe I’ll just have a temporary career to help earn the money to get it.” There was a lot she was unsure about, but she didn’t stress about it nearly as much as one might think she would.  

“Thank you, Alice.” Remus said sincerely. It was sweet of her to support him so wholeheartedly in his endeavors without knowing much as to why he was motivated to pursue them. She hardly seemed to mind either way. Somehow just knowing it was something Remus might enjoy was enough for Alice to accept his plans and that made Remus smile. The world needed more people like Alice Fortescue and her inherent goodness.

“It sounds like the shop is your passion, and if that’s the case, I see nothing wrong with making it your career. We ought to like the work we do, don’t you think?” At least, Alice should. Remus knew he would be lucky to find work at all, let alone keep it for any length of time. He was optimistic he might make a career in research. If he could manage to publish some initial works and keep out of the public eye for a while it could be a safe career. The professors of Hogwarts were encouraging enough of his plans, though he suspected they were just grateful he had decided on something so sensible. 

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alionheartedprig‌:

Who: James & anyone Where: Outside Gryffindor tower When: I still don’t remember the date, sorry friends … after dinner

James had never been one to shy away from communication with his parents. As an only child, born late in life, his parents had always doted on him and that led to a very strong relationship as he grew older. Letters during his earlier Hogwarts years had been full of praise (and admonitions to behave better, though always delivered lovingly) and as he grew older, the letters had more and more advice on everything under the sun. He appreciated that, and even more when he started to realize how old his parents were. But then Glenda had gone missing and James had made several colossal mistakes and his parents had been so disappointed; his dad had even made the trip to Hogwarts just to talk to James about it. They hadn’t even come at Christmas so seeing his dad here had been shocking. And unpleasant.

Which was why he was postponing opening the most recent letter from them. It had been in his bag all day and then he’d pulled it out in the common room but couldn’t make himself open it there. Too many people. He’d stepped out and found a bench but still just held the letter, tapping it on his leg absently. He heard footsteps in the corridor but didn’t look up, hoping that it wouldn’t be someone looking for him. 

Remus Lupin did not consider himself a good person. Such a thing was beyond him considering what he was. Inherently flawed. And though there was no changing that, Remus supposed he could at least try to be good at some things. A good friend. He could be that much to his fellow Marauders. Observant. A natural talent of his. Therefore it hadn’t escaped his notice when James had pulled the letter from his bag only to disappear not long after. Remus sat quietly, finishing up an assignment for Defense Against the Dark Arts, only glancing at the portrait hole every once in a while to see if James had returned.

Checking his watch, Remus determined it had been far too long for James to simply want a little privacy and that something was weighing on his friend’s mind. With a sigh, Remus stood, leaving his textbook and assignment on the low coffee table in the common room to instead reach for a chocolate frog from his bag and head out after James. It didn’t take him too long to find James, as he hadn’t gone very far, and once look at his solemn expression confirmed Remus’s suspicions. Something was wrong. Plopping down on the bench next to James, Remus held out the chocolate frog. “Eat it, you’ll feel better.” 

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ameliasusanbones‌:

WHO: Amelia Bones and @moony-themarauder​ WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978  WHERE: The Room of Requirement

Amelia stood at the fringes of the party, nursing a small glass of punch that burned the back of her throat every time she took a sip. She came here in the hopes that a change in atmosphere would push her thoughts away from the junior rep descision - but it was more likely that Voldemort himself would burst into the room and start singing the chorus of Mamma Mia in a tube top and gogo boots. Amelia, deciding that her efforts at having fun were not at a high enough level, stood and turned, pushing the glass to her lips and downing the rest of it’s contents. Less than thirty seconds and one outstretched leg later, Amelia found herself falling, and then not falling, and then in the arms of someone. Looking up, she saw Remus - but he wasn’t really like Remus, really. He was like Remus, but less.. dorky? gangly? “Oh -!” 

Remus stared down at the near-empty glass of firewhiskey in hand as he turned it absently, watching the last few drops swirl in lazy circles. He’d go on to his third if he could find the will to push himself out of his chair. Instead he only slumped further, frowning at the heavy weight settling in his chest. Remus felt anxious- even more so than he normally did even with the next full moon less than a week away. Had he forgotten something important? As his mind ran in wild directions to find what it was that he was missing, it seemed fate had dropped her right into his lap. “Amelia! Whoa!” Remus exclaimed, dropping his glass to the floor as his hands reached to catch her. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking her over for any sign of injury. “I’m so so sorry, my foot- Merlin- my fault- so sorry!” 

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edgxrbxnxs‌:

Edgar waved his hand. “It’s no problem at all, Remus.” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Besides, maybe you could return the favor sometime.” It would be nice to have an out on prefect rounds, at least one time, anyways. It had been becoming more and more difficult for Edgar to find the energy to care about Prefect rounds, let alone want to go. He could use a night to practice his dueling, or to spend with Gabrielle. 

Edgar took a step away, indicating that he was ready to head out. “Get some rest.” He said kindly. He didn’t know how to put it into words, but he was more than thankful for this conversation. Before he walked away, he smiled one more time. “See you in Charms tomorrow, mate.” 

Remus nodded, though he stopped abruptly at the way it only made the pounding in his head worsen. “Yeah, of course. I’ll owe you one.” He said, already taking a few steps backwards in the direction of his dorm, eager to retreat before Edgar could change his mind. A favor in kind was a small price to pay for the few extra hours of sleep he would get in return. “Thanks, mate. I’ll see you.” And with one last curt nod, Remus spun on his heel and made his way back to bed. 

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puffpuff-alice‌:

Alice raised an eyebrow, “Dark creatures? That sounds pretty interesting.” The topic made her extremely curious. She wondered what creatures he wanted to study exactly, and what he wanted to find out about them. There were certainly loads of different creatures for him to study. It would keep him busy, that was for sure. It was nice to hear that his dad did the same, seeing as she was planning on following in her own fathers footsteps. It was probably a common theme among people, to follow after their parents. That didn’t make it any less nice. Plus, she knew that some people didn’t have much of a choice when it came to following after their parents, so it was always nice to see people who actually chose to do so out of their own free will. 

The girl had lots of plans for her own future, the biggest being Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Shop. “My family used to own an ice cream shop. It closed a few years ago, but I’ve always wanted to buy it back.” She smiled. It was just about the one thing she was completely sure about. “I have no clue how I’m going to get the money to do so, but I’m going to.” The thought of being an auror crossed her mind. Which was a silly thought of course, as it definitely wasn’t in her to do something so intense. But she knew that a few of her professors thought it would be a good profession for her. Even her parents had suggested such a ting, though they would love to see her do something safer.  

Remus nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Defense Against the Dark Arts and dark creatures were subjects of fascination for him, though for far more personal reasons than he let on. Not only had he grown up learning of all sorts of dark creatures through his own father’s research and passion for the subject, but because Remus had long since belonged to the classification himself. He was a dark creature, through a tragic turn of events of course, but a dark creature nonetheless. “I think so.” He mused with a small smile. “There’s an air of mystery around them, I think. I’m not saying they are misunderstood per say, but I don’t think we understand them as much as we should.”

The juxtaposition of their future careers might have been amusing to Remus if he was any bit surprised. “I remember your shop.” He said, his smile widening. “I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t wish it back.” Remus couldn’t recall many good childhood memories, though he had a few early ones from before the attack. He remembered trips to Alice’s family’s ice cream shop with his parents long ago. They’d stopped going after the attack, afraid to bring Remus out in public where he might pose a danger to others, or them to him. “I’m sure you’ll think of something, Alice. You’re a bright witch, you could do whatever you wanted to do.” Remus assured her. 

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peter-aka-wormy‌:

“I’d say I have definitely gotten paler since the growth spurt that suddenly hit you three” Peter replied, playing into Remus joke. At only 5′7 there was a considerable difference between Peter and his friends. It only came up when they were walking anywhere quickly or there was a mix up in the laundry. In fact, he could very fondly remember a couple of mishaps where one of the boys had grabbed his tee by mistake and had only discovered it when going to move their arms above their head. If he remembered correctly Sirius had absolutely thrived. 

“Oh no! No, no, no. Not anymore. Where do you think I was the entire first half of this school year? I pulled a Gideon Prewett and went practically bald pulling my hair out in the library but I managed to finally get caught up. I think the only NEWTs I’ll score high enough in to really have matter are Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration but at least that’s something, right?” Peter said in attempt to quell Remus immediate concern. His parents didn’t really see him as more than just a mouth to feed, so the only people he had in this world to feel proud of him was his best friends. He’d worked so hard to not let them down and at least now he was on the right track towards graduation.  

Remus laughed as Peter played along with his joke, enjoying their banter as always. The year Remus, James and Sirius had sprouted, they’d all assured Peter he’d have his turn soon enough. In the end, it seemed their friend was destined for a slightly shorter stature, and while they teased him now and then for lagging behind, none of them truly cared about Peter’s height. Of course, they had to slow their pace now and then to allow Peter the chance to catch up, and they’d had to sort through the pile of laundry in their dorm a bit more carefully after a few mix ups, but their teasing was all in good fun.

Remus dismayed at the thought his friend had been struggling alone in the library this school year without so much as a word to his friends. He was relieved, of course, that Peter had managed to pull through, but a sinking sort of feeling settled in his gut that he hadn’t even noticed Peter’s struggles. “Why didn’t you say anything, Wormtail?” Remus asked, frowning at his friend. “We would have helped, you know. We will help. I know I’ve been tired recently but I’ve kept up with Defense Against the Dark Arts. You’re welcome to my notes of course.” 

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bennet-zonko‌:

“Thanks buddy” Bennet said, clapping Remus on the shoulder. He kept looking down at the little gernumbli in his hand. It would definitely take some spell work to figure out just how to teach it how to speak. Maybe he should do a study on parrots? The idea was pretty cool though. Perhaps he could be a successful inventor after all. “Enough about this guy” he said, putting the toy back in his pocket to think more about later since he didn’t have everything he needed now for research and he couldn’t just leave to go to the library or something in the middle of prefect rounds, “What’ve you been up to? We never get round together it seems. Though maybe this is an attempt to keep Imogen and I apart. Last time I was with Amara Zabini. She’s not as fun as you.” 

“Oh it’s definitely an attempt to keep you and Imogen apart.” Remus agreed with a laugh. Those two on rounds together usually spelled more trouble than order, and it was a curiosity how the two of them ended up as prefects for their year. When they were separated, however, they weren’t half-bad at the job and were certainly entertaining to have rounds with. “I’ve had a few rounds with Imogen recently, actually. Is she alright? She doesn’t seem as cheerful as usual.” Remus noted with concern. Normally, Remus felt as though he was chasing after the rambunctious Hufflepuff as she bounded through the corridors, but found more recently she clung to his side and sent worried glances down darkened hallways as they passed. Almost as if she was afraid of every shadow. Given the current state of the school and that of the wizarding world, he didn’t blame her in the slightest. “I’ll be sure not to tell Amara you said so, but thanks.” Remus said with a laugh. 

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marlenenotmarls‌:

“Good save, Lupin” Marlene commented, narrowing her eyes at her friend of sorts. For her friendship was a sort of fleeting state. If you held on to nothing, you could lose nothing. Lily and Mary were the sole exception and even still Marlene was unsure of how they had managed to cement such a permanent affection. A rather close with the acquaintance with the boys had come as a result though she definitely wouldn’t venture so far as to say that they were friends. “Though i’m not talking about just mine. Brown eyes in general? Beautiful. And yours are definitely special. No point in having a detrimental view on your appearance. It’s all you’ve got to work with. Appreciate yourself a little” 

“Not a save.” He corrected her with a grin despite her narrowed eyes. “It can’t be a save if it’s the truth.” Remus liked Marlene and her often chilly exterior. There was something guarded about her, but he never really minded that so much. Remus never pried, and in turn she granted him the same curtesy. They weren’t exactly friends, though their years of close proximity and shared experiences made them close acquaintances and he enjoyed this sort of banter they shared now and then. Remus waved away her sentiment easily. “Ah but I dare to disagree with you, Marlene. My view of myself, though detrimental as it may seem, is more of what I might consider pragmatic.”  

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puffpuff-alice‌:

“Well you’ve caught my interest.” She smiled softly. When she’d brought the subject up, it had been meant innocently enough. Which was the only reason why she didn’t feel overwhelmed with guilt. If anything his reaction made her a little sad. Though it was only because she understood how it felt to keep a crush to herself an not want anyone to know. Though what she wanted, and what had actually happened were two very different things. “But I won’t push you.” Alice figured she should make that clear, as to not have any sort of misunderstanding. 

One thing she was good at, was changing topics to be something much happier. Which shouldn’t be to hard to do considering they had just been laughing together a moment ago. “And anyway, there are so many more important things to focus on!” The words came out a little dramatic, “Like graduation being a few months away, and the fact that I have no idea what I’m going to do afterward.” She sighed. Truthfully she knew that she would like to do, but had no idea how to accomplish it with how things were at the moment. “Do you have any post graduation plans?” 

“Thank you” Remus said quietly, grateful she wouldn’t press him further about the issue. He would have felt truly terrible keeping what should have been a harmless secret from his friend, but he had no doubt if he told her, she would encourage him to pursue whatever crush he may or may not have, and he could never fully explain to her why he absolutely could not do that. No, best to keep the secret to himself. He was good at keeping secrets.

Her effort to change the topic solely for his sake was greatly appreciated, and he couldn’t help but smile at her dramatics. If there was one thing he’d learned about Alice Fortescue in their years of friendship, it was that for her, there was no such thing as subtlety and he found that an endearing quality. “You’re right, the end of the year is coming up.” Remus agreed, though he didn’t particularly like dwelling on that fact. “I’m not sure what I’d like to do, exactly. I always figured I might follow in my dad’s footsteps and study dark creatures.” Research could grant him a semblance of anonymity, as he’d work largely on his own only showing up now and then to promote any publications. It was an ideal sort of career path for someone of his sort. “And what about you, any plans for the future?”  

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puffpuff-alice‌:

She let out a giggle, though Alice felt just a little bashful. It was a wonder how she wasn’t overly obese with how badly she ate. She most likely had quidditch to thank for that, and all the hours spent practicing and excising. “Well I will look forward to it!” Though it wasn’t as if they actually knew when the next big trip was going to be. She did hope it would happen sometimes soon. Even if it didn’t, she was sure that at least one of them would be able to gain permission to visit the town at some point. It wasn’t as if the professors, or aurors for that moment, were completely heartless. 

Alice raised an eyebrow, obviously amused by his reaction. It wasn’t something she was going to push to much, but it was nice to tease someone about having a crush when normally she was the one being teased. She still couldn’t believe that everybody appeared to know about her crush on Frank. “Uh-huh. Well even if it was I wouldn’t mind.” She smiled at Remus. “I would just like to know who it is! Whenever you get a crush or anything. That’s if you don’t already have one, though I’d be just a little hurt if you did and haven’t told me yet.”  

When Remus had denied the fact that anyone had kept him otherwise preoccupied from his Prefect rounds, he hadn’t been lying. No one had kept him. And when he’d said there was no one of the sort in his life to keep him otherwise preoccupied, he hadn’t been lying either. Remus had no significant other, as Alice knew well enough. Remus hadn’t, however, denied having a crush.

Crushes were different. Crushes were safe secrets Remus could bury deep in his heart and keep only for himself. He might be a monster, and he might not be able to pursue any true relationship, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have crushes. They were self-indulgent certainly and perhaps a little cruel, allowing himself to long for something he could never have, but he couldn’t help it. “Please- don’t be hurt if I don’t say.” Remus said quietly. “I don’t really share those sorts of things.” 

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emmyvance‌:

WHO: Emmeline Vance & anyone  WHERE: The Great Hall WHEN: Right after the Quidditch match, on Saturday, March 11th

With a red-and-gold top hat on her head, Emmeline pouted at the Gryffindor table. She had not bothered to stick around after the match – it was bloody and the other Gryffindors around her were annoyed. Instead, she had made her way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of oatmeal before heading to bed. Emmeline wasn’t in the mood for celebrating, and she hadn’t eaten all day due to pre-game festivities. Grouchy was an understatement for how she was feeling. Her spoon clanged against the porcelain bowl as she felt a light touch on her arm. Without looking up, Emmeline groaned. “Are you here to pour some liquor in my oatmeal? I’m not interested, if you’re not.” 

“Well, I was here to get something to eat.” Remus said, taking a seat next to his fellow Gryffindor and glancing at her bowl of oatmeal. “It’s been a long day and I’m half-starved.” The oatmeal didn’t particularly appeal to him and Remus drummed his fingers on the worn wood of the table as he thought over what he might like to eat. “I might be able to help you, though.” He said in a low voice, pulling a flask from his cloak and passing it to her under the table. “There’s still some Firewhiskey in there. It’s not bad on a cold, rainy day.” It also wasn’t bad for a disappointing loss on the Quidditch Pitch, but Remus refrained from bringing up the match. 

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peter-aka-wormy‌:

Peter smiled fondly at the memory of the first time all of them tried to fit beneath the cloak together and had realized that they couldn’t do it anymore. It had seemed that the others had grown so much over that summer. He could remember literally running at one point to try and keep up with a crowd of people with far longer legs than his own. Back then he had been annoyed by it, but now he thought of it as one of those things that defined their unlikely friendship. “It’s not all your fault, you know. Walking around with you lot is liking walking around in the woods” 

“You know, that’s actually kind of brilliant. But then wouldn’t the others get suspicious? I mean…..aren’t you supposed to have a partner or something? Aren’t you supposed to have one right now? Who was assigned to work with you anyway? I won’t get another detention for being with you, right? Because I was failing almost everything and I’m super close to being caught up and I might actually graduate but I don’t think I can actually do it if I get another detention and then you guys would be disappointed in me and my parents probably would be disappointed in me if they even noticed…..” 

Remus laughed at the analogy, supposing that from Peter’s perspective walking with the Marauders might be like walking with giants. It was an exaggeration of course, but every so often Remus, James, and Sirius needed a reminder to slow down so that Peter might be able to keep up with their longer strides. The night of the full moon was even worse, running through the woods in the moonlight with poor Peter trying to keep up with the rest of them. “Tell me, Wormtail, do you get enough sunlight all the way down there?” Remus teased back.

Still smiling to himself, Remus fell quiet as Peter rattled on and on with his questions. Usually, Remus was fairly good at keeping track of them all, and answering them nearly in order once Peter stopped for breath, but this time his attention caught on one small piece of information. “Wait. Did you say you’re failing?” Remus asked, stopping in his tracks, his hand resting on Peter’s shoulder as he turned to face him. “Since when?” 

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bennet-zonko‌:

“See, I’ve thought of that” Bennet replied, scratching the top of his head as he looked at the little figure in his hand, “but you see, I don’t really do much cursing myself nor have I ever had much of a desire to. I know all of the curse words, but I can’t think of anything to say in place of them because I just - don’t”. There was no denying that Bennet was a creative person, but he was far more hands on than he was verbal. “I need something that is silly and harmless and then I need to train these little guys to only say those things. Or maybe….would it be better if whomever bought them was able to teach them words…..how would I even go about that….hmm?” 

Remus walked next to Bennet easily, content simply listening to his fellow prefect chatter away about his invention. It was a good distraction to the throbbing in his head or the way he had to fight his eyelids to stay open just a little bit longer. He brightened, however, at Bennet’s idea. “Yes! That’s brilliant! If you let the customer teach them the words they’d like them to say, I can imagine they’d only be all the more popular. Not to mention, it saves you the trouble of having to come up with the words.” 

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marlenenotmarls‌:

Who: Marlene McKinnon & Anyone   When: March 11th, 1978. After the quidditch match. Where: Gryffindor Common Room

So they lost. All the more reason for a little but of a party. She’d throttle Draganov later. It would be far more satisfying to see James get at him. Marlene had no clue what it was that was in her flask but clearly past Marlene had saved future Marlene something good. “Wait - what the hell do you mean brown eyes aren’t pretty? Are you blind or just stupid?” she asked, looking at the person in front of her incredulously her still completely full flask clasped between her fingers as she took out that left over aggression on one particularly brave soul.  

Remus coughed, nearly choking on his Butterbeer at Marlene’s question. “No, no!” He laughed waving his hand as he coughed once more. “That’s not what I meant!” He said defensively. “Just because my eyes aren’t anything special to look at and they happen to be brown, doesn’t mean all brown eyes are that way.” It occurred to Remus that he might have had a little too much to drink, but considering how much Butterbeer had been purchased for a wrongly anticipated win on the pitch, he figured he was only doing his part to work through it. “Your eyes are lovely, Marlene.”  

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edgxrbxnxs‌:

Though Edgar had said nothing about the guilt he felt inside, Remus must have noticed it anyways. He felt touched: seen and heard in the way that struggling people like to be, but will never ask for. Was his pain so obvious, even to someone he had only begun speaking to a mere minute ago? It must have been. It also must have been obvious, because everything Remus was saying was hitting far too close to home. He didn’t say anything, too focused on the sound of Remus’ voice and the thundering of blood in his ears. Was Remus aware of how close to home his words hit? Edgar wasn’t going to tell him, but maybe he should. 

Edgar wasn’t sure how to respond. The conversation had slipped into something serious far more quickly than he had intended it to, if he had even intended it to at all. He ran a hand through his hair, and half-smiled. “Thank you, Remus.” There was more he could say. More he should say, rather, but that was all he could get out. He could only hope that the appreciation rang true in his voice. “I hope you’re right.” His eyes flickered over Remus’ shoulder and then back to his eyes. “I’m sorry to say goodbye so quickly, but I probably ought to get back to my rounds.” The quiet walks through the corridor would give him some time to reflect. “If you’re feeling tired, the offer to go to sleep is still on the table. I don’t mind covering your route for you.” 

After his outburst, Remus grew quiet, thinking his own words over. Tragedy was a tricky thing, guilt even trickier. He supposed it was only human nature to look for somewhere to place blame when terrible things happened. Some found fault with others, some with the situation, and others with themselves. His own father had done that, placed blame on himself for the tragedy of Remus’s lycanthropy. No matter how many times Remus had tried to free his father of his guilt, he only seemed to cling to it tighter. Well, if he couldn’t convince his father to let go of responsibility, at least he had managed to convince Edgar.

“I am right.” Remus said quietly, giving Edgar a slight nod. He wouldn’t push further as it wasn’t truly any of his business, allowing Edgar to back away from the subject easily. Pausing for a moment, Remus mulled over the offer. He certainly didn’t want to shirk his responsibilities, but this close to a full moon he found his eyelids heavy and his motivation waning. “Thanks, Edgar, I’d appreciate it if you would. Just this once, I swear.” 

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puffpuff-alice‌:

It was to no surprise to Alice when he agreed. Though she hoped that he realized that she wasn’t actually going to let him buy her anything. Still, the girl shook his hand but it was meant more for the gesture. The only thing that she truly wanted from the boy was his friendship, something she had earned long ago. And while the mention of chocolate was extremely tempting, enough to cause a grin to break out on her face as she nodded, she would hate to have him think that he ever owed her anything more. Even though he had been late, it truly wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t as if he didn’t take the position seriously and that was what mattered. 

“Now you know that I could never turn down chocolate.” In fact, it was probably the one thing that had drawn the two of them together. Their mutual love for chocolate, and sweets in general, had led to their strong friendship. It was always nice to have another person around with the same sweet tooth. “I have to admit though, I am a little curious as to what kept you. Did something keep you occupied?” She raised and eyebrow, suggestively. “Or should I say, somebody?” Nudging him just a little bit.  

“I have never known you to turn down chocolate, that’s true.” Remus admitted, though he hadn’t in his own memory refused chocolate either. It was by far his favorite sweet and he was rather a sucker for it if he was being honest. If anyone wanted to win him over, the way to do that was through his sweet tooth, as Alice proved with the start of their friendship so many years ago. “You’ve got it. Next trip to Hogsmeade, there’s a batch of Honeydukes’ best with your name on it.” Remus reaffirmed with a smile, making a mental note of it. He could only hope that there would be another trip to Hogsmeade, however, given the tragedy of the last visit. Well, if not, he knew of a way to get there and back without a problem.

His attention turned back to Alice at his side as she asked him of his tardiness, and Remus was surprised at her suggestion. “Somebody? No, no, no.” He said quickly, his cheeks burning. “I just- I really did just fall asleep, Alice, it wasn’t anything like that.” Remus said, holding his hands up as if to illustrate his innocence. “Besides, I don’t- there’s no one.” He added, however unfortunate that bit of truth was. Unsurprising, maybe, but unfortunate nonetheless.