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ooc: IF YOUR DONE WITH UNI DOES THAT MEAN YOU HAVE TIME TO COME TO CANADA IN JANUARY AND WE COULD GO SNOWBOARDING?
ooc: Would be able to if I was not broke! Two of my stupid best friends are in whistler being jerks and telling me how good it is. Jerks!
Spider-Man & Mary-Jane || Remry
Mary had always liked Halloween. To be honest, she liked most holidays and celebrations, but this one in particular appealed to her on a whole different level. Being able to dress up as someone or even something else was like escaping from their lives, just for one night. In Mary’s case, she was aiming to escape her life and become the Mary-Jane to Remus’ Spiderman. In order to complete her transformation she had charmed her blonde locks to a dark red, enlisted Emmeline’s help to charm a picture of Spiderman onto a white tee and tugged on a pair of jeans. She even slapped a name tag to her shirt saying “Mary-Jane” for good measures (though it almost felt like she was cheating by doing so).
Although she had only just left the dormitory with Emmeline, already two fellow students had mistakenly though she was trying to dress up as Lily Evans, Mary’s red headed room mate. Mary could only sigh and point at her name tag and the image of Spider-Man on her shirt. Luckily the two had muggle backgrounds and understood then, which made Mary feel a little better about her outfit.
Arriving at the Room of Requirement, the two girls had only made it two steps into the room when drink full of punch were being pushed into their hands. Four more steps and Vampire-Emmeline was being pulled away by an extremely tall toilet paper mummy - who Mary suspected might have been Benjy, but she couldn’t be sure with the costume covering half his face. The false redhead only smiled and waved her friend off.
Almost instantly after she was left alone, her eyes began searching the room. There was no doubt who she was looking for, and she wouldn’t be able to deny it if someone asked her. Though their costumes were complimentary to each other and Mary was using that as an excuse to seek him out, she would have been anxious to see him either way. Her fingers drummed a little nervously on the side of her cup as she kept her eyes open for the iconic red and blue suit.
Remus stood in front of the mirror in his dormitory. He looked at himself, in the very tight blue and red suit he’d sown together – fixing rips because of the full moon made him quite the sewing expert though he told no one. It was tight, tighter than he’d want anything ever to be. Sirius walked in, his leather jacket on, hair up in a bouffant, and cigarette dangling out of his mouth. “What are dressed up as?”Sirius looked at him confused. “Dressed up as?” Sirius repeated, looking confused.
It took a moment for Remus to realise this was just Sirius as normal, and he shook his head, offering a quiet laugh. Sirius moved and fell onto his bed looking tired, and Remus stayed in front of the mirror dancing around trying to make it feel less tight, but all to no avail. Before long there was a wolf-whistle, and Remus spun around to face his best friend, scowling. Sirius did nothing but compliment Remus bum in the suit, which made him scowl more.
He grabbed the mask that was son his bed, and stormed out keen to avoid the embarrassment, which was turning his cheeks red. Out in the staircase, he felt even more exposed. This was stupid. He should never have suggested this. He was going to end up laughed at, Mary would see everything, actually, everyone would see everything. He walked down the stairs, feeling the eyes of everyone on him, thinking they were all making fun of him, though in truth the girls were doing anything but.
He walked up to the Room of Requirement, knowing James and Peter were inside, with Sirius obviously to follow. He slipped in, slinking off to the side to stay out of view of everyone, which didn’t quite work. James made all kinds of noise when he spotted Remus, and Peter tagged along, looking gleeful to be in the presence of James without Sirius. Remus silently hated his friends. He sighed, walking with his head hung at his own embarrassment, getting himself some of the punch, when he spotted her, standing by herself.
He smiled, knowing she’d dressed up for him. It was another moment he wished, more than words, they could just be a couple, but he knew they couldn’t. He hated it. It made him hate himself more, which was a new task. He swallowed, trying to rid himself of the butterflies, that even after all this time still appeared at the sight of her, at how breath takingly beautiful he found her. He stepped through the crowd that was obscuring him from her view, and smiled at her, his mask still in his hand. “Hi,” Remus said, his voice still alight in the amazement of her, which made him completely forget how embarrassing it was in this suit. “You look like the perfect Mary-Jane,” he said, smiling still. “Oh wait,” he placed his drink down, and put the mask on. “Now I’m your Spiderman.”
Addictions: Amelia || Remus
Amelia hadn’t always been one to break the rules. Once upon a time, she hadn’t been so different from her perfect brother. Somewhere between now and when she started at Hogwarts, she’d changed. The pressure to be perfect had gotten to her, and suddenly she had to prove to everyone that she was the very opposite. In fact, if eleven-year-old Amelia could see sixteen-year-old Amelia now, she’d probably be appalled. Sitting by the lake after curfew with only a bottle of Firewhisky and a packet of cigarettes to keep her company wasn’t exactly how she imagined she’d be spending her nights during sixth year. Studying, yes. Playing relaxing games of wizard’s chess, sure. But breaking the rules in such an obvious and casual manner? No way.
Amelia took a drag from her cigarette and blew the soft grey smoke out over the lake. She hadn’t opened the Firewhisky yet. It was relaxing sitting on the sand, with a cool breeze blowing through her hair and the moonlight reflecting on the lake, and she planned on staying here a while, so she’d need the Firewhisky to last the night. The glass bottle shimmered in the moonlight and tempted her, so Amelia pushed it a few feet away from her. She needed to stop being so dependent on alcohol. She’d been stressed lately, and the more stressed she was, the more alcohol she consumed, so her supply was running out dangerously fast. She had to make it last until the next Hogsmeade visit. She knew she was getting addicted, but she didn’t know how to stop it - lately, alcohol was the only thing getting her through the day. Amelia wrapped her cloak tighter around herself to protect herself from the cool wind, and took a drag from her cigarette - another dangerous addiction - holding back tears as she thought about the trainwreck she was turning into.
Remus was doing his usual Prefect duties. This time being designated to patrol the outside route. He didn’t mind too much, after all the night was still and the air cool, given the lead up to winter. He was dawdling, which was rare for him, and it took him from the set out path for all Prefects. The problem was, as this year went by, it did not promote the joyous feelings that everyone else seemed to have. This was Remus’ home, and he had never in his life felt more comfortable, more loved, and more safe than right here. He was free here. The outside world, it was filled with murkiness, with the knowledge he would go back to being an outcast. He had no hopes for jobs, or anything like what James, Sirius, Lily, Peter, Mary, Dorcas, Marlene any of his friends had.
Lost in thought, he nearly didn’t notice the grey smoke coming in the distance. It caught his attention just in time to realise someone was there. He stopped, furrowing his brow. He’d normally think this was Sirius, but he knew he was in the castle. He took a few steps to get a better look, and found a blonde head, and a familiar one at that. Normally he’d have left it not wanting to disturb, but his own morose attitude, and this odd feeling like she needed company, caused him to do otherwise.
He slowly approached making enough noise so she could ready herself if something was wrong. “Hey Amelia, what are you doing out here so late?” Remus said warmly, noting the Fire-Whiskey, and strangely wanting to have it of his own want, not because someone, Sirius, was forcing him to.
I can't believe it's the end of October already tomorrow.
It’s James and Sirius, if they don’t tease you about it then you should worry. If I don’t laugh at you in your outfit, will you then take it as proof that you don’t need to feel anything but pride at yourself?
It’s my only condition of dressing as Mary-Jane - that Spiderman is to be near by. Though you could just always ask me and find out first hand? Knowing I can trust you to not say anything just means everything me.
Your judgement could be bias, for reasons that baffle even me.
Well, would you like to be the Mary Jane to my Spiderman? Well you know what I want: Once I can do something, you'll allow me to. Until then, I will look after you. I could not forgive myself if I didn't.
I can't believe it's the end of October already tomorrow.
I still fail to see the problem, you view yourself so negatively and your perception is so distorted. Remus, you you fill out the outfit well, and not in a bad way. It looks good, there’s no need for you to be so self-conscious.
And you’re far too modest so I guess it evens out. Well, I do know a hair color charm, and I have half the name for it… I’d love to be the MJ to your Spiderman. I fear no one will know what my costume is though unless you stick near by. You can’t though, you promised. I’m sorry I brought it up lets just forget it again.
Well, as much as you may be right, which I don't quite believe, I still feel rather, er, exposed. It's a bit daunting. Plus the whole, James and Sirius never letting me live it down type thing.
Does that mean you're stuck with me all night if you do this? Beucause in that case I will definitely have to selfishly ask you to be Mary-Jane. I know. I stick to my word. Unfortunately.
I can't believe it's the end of October already tomorrow.
I don’t understand why you think it would be mortifying. You will have nothing to be mortified about!
No no no not the spider thing, but the whole sort of story around Spiderman. The guy behind the mask, Peter Parker, he’s this really smart, caring and sweet guy just like you. Saving James and Sirius from detention is close enough, I’m sure in their eyes you’re their hero. Besides, you’re kinda my hero all the times you’ve fixed me up and just have been there for me.
Well, I'd be in tights Mare. Not an awful lot get's left to the imagination. See? Embarrassing.
You're far too kind Mare.I must confess I don't save them too often. They tend to deserve it. If you're stuck for a costume, there's always a Mary-Jane for spiderman. That is er, you know, if you'd want to be my costume partner I guess. Not a hero for that. Anyone would do that. I'd be a hero if I could stop it.
I can't believe it's the end of October already tomorrow.
Spiderman, huh? Does that means tights and spandex?
But no, really Spiderman just seems to really suit you, I bet you’ll make a perfect superhero!
Yes, it does. I'm already mortified.
It suits me? Am I spider like to you Mare? Last I checked I only had two legs. As for a perfect superhero, I don't know if that works. I'm not sure I've ever saved a damsel in distress... Just James and Sirius from detention. Though they could be damsel-y I suppose
I can't believe it's the end of October already tomorrow.
I’m not sure, I didn’t really think about a costume or anything this year. What’s your idea though?
It's Marauder rules. We have costume, and then go terrorise the village. But you have to rpmise not to laugh okay? I'm being spiderman.
He's a muggle superhero my dad told me about.
I can't believe it's the end of October already tomorrow.
Feels like our last year here is going by so fast. On that note, is anyone dressing up for Halloween tomorrow?
I have an idea... Not sure it will work. How about you?
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; I love you because I know no other way then this. where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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I’m so sick and gross right now and whining about this cold to anyone who will listen, far from amazing.
You’ll have to try very hard then for a reaction, since you told me I’m going to be prepared to listen for something ridiculous.
Sick, covered in snot, whatever it may be, you will always be amazing Mary. At least to me. Plus, I'm sure your voice sounds beautiful with a cold, so feel free to whine to me whenever you wish.
I am regurlaly in the company of James Potter and Sirius Black, so asking me to think of soemthign ridiculous to say to you is very much not a stretch.
