bite me.

it’s the quality of one’s convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.

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flowerswakefield:

Florence smiled. Many people had given her their condolences when it came to Dirk, but she knew how to recognize a sincere sentiment when she saw one, and Remus was being genuine. That was what she valued most of all. “I don’t think I see death necessarily as a bad thing, y’know? It’s just another step of the way. Life needs death to exists. It’s part of the eternal balance of the universe.” She sighed. “Dirk was a great guy. I’m sure he won’t have any problems when the time to exchange his karma arrive. I just keep thinking he didn’t deserve to die like that.” 

She shook her head, brushing off the thought. “Though who am I to say that. No one gets what they truly deserve I guess. That’s life. But yeah, right on, you shouldn’t get used to losing anyone. We need to keep hope alive at all times.” 

Smiling still, she approached the cashier when their turn came and after a short moment of deliberation ordered two specific cups of tea. “I will! I ordered you chamomile and lavender. It will relax your muscles and it also smells ace. I’m sure you’ll like it. I’m never wrong about tea.” She playfully bumped her shoulder against his arm. “Oh I lived right upstairs. Fortunately people who come here are usually quiet, so it’s groovy.”

“Death?” he mused momentarily. “Yes. Murder? That’s another thing entirely. I don’t think I’m scared of death -- quite content with the idea, actually -- but what does scare me are people who take lives. But I do agree. I think when I meet death in what I hope to be several years in the future, I’d like to think it’ll just be another day.”

He nodded solemnly at Florence’s words as they approached the counter, the girl rattling off what Remus thought was far too many words to be an order for tea, let alone English. But lo and behold, the cashier smiled and retreated to the back counter, pulling out jars of several different herbs and siphoning them into mesh pouches. “I’ll take your word for it,” he smiled, rather amused at the whole interaction. The barista pushed two mugs across the counter and Remus slid him a few coins before picking up both saucers and eyeing their surroundings.

“That’s nice, at least. I don’t think I’d be able to stand it if Sirius and my’s place was host to a hefty crowd. Luckily our place is a standalone unit with the odd neighbor or two. With the late nights he has sometimes I’m sure everyone else is glad we’re not a duplex as well.”

[flowersinherhxir]

𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽 | 𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 '78

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sophiadarling:

“Well that’s unfortunate.” Of course she knew Remus Lupin. Over the course of her rocky relationship with Sirius, she had had the opportunity of knowing most of his friends. It was an obvious assumption to say none of them liked her very much. Who could blame them? 

“Do you know if he’s coming back soon? I haven’t seen him in a while and I wanted to give him a surprise. I can wait here. Unless you have a hot date coming over or something.” She shrugged, contemplating her options for a second. “Tea would be magnifique.”

“A...surprise.” Remus chewed on the word momentarily. He wasn’t a fan of the concept n general, but coming from Sophia it was a bit more worrying. He knew Sirius shared little ties with the woman anymore, but a reminder of his pureblood roots was never healthy. And while Sophia was ostensibly unthreatening, he knew better than to underestimate her. “Right. He’s at work now, but he’s usually home before dark. You’re, ahh, welcome to wait. Consider the kettle on.”

He stood, bowing himself into the kitchen and breathing an exasperated sigh. “Err, ay chance you’d be willing to divulge in this secret of yours?” he called into the living room, setting the kettle atop the gas flame. 

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femme-fragil:

Hey, could you do me a favour and hold my bag whilst I lock up. [ Doris gestured towards the door of The Three Broomsticks. ] The lock is always a nightmare, it needs two hands to do it and I’m the idiot who forgot her wand at home. 

“Yeah, of course,” Remus replied offhandedly through a yawn before shouldering her bag. A pause. “Wait, you forgot your wand? I mean, not that I think your place of work is particularly dangerous, but walking home after a 2 am close might be.”

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✤ [ Doris ]

Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck

He had been surprised to find Doris behind the counter of the Three Broomsticks pulling pints for him and his mates; he never would’ve matched her to the trade, just as one wouldn’t normally match Remus Lupin to lads night’s out at the bar. So he camped at the bar, making small talk with Doris as she passed and maintaining eye contact with the bar top when she was busy. But with a clap on Remus’ shoulder from behind, one of his friends called her over for refills. They were met with her pointer finger held up in pause before she shook out her long hair, collecting it once more into a bun at the top of her head. Maybe it was the anticipated third round of butterbeers, but Remus’ eyes lingered. 

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flowerswakefield:

This wasn’t the first time she had seen Remus looking this bad. He would often show up to the Order meetings with bags under his eyes and some new scars on his face. However, as much as Florence enjoyed helping people, she was also a firm believer in letting people ask for her help. She wasn’t going to mess with something that wasn’t her business unless he decided to trust in her. So she simply nodded at his reply and shrugged. 

“Yeah. It’s such a bummer, y’know? Did you know Dirk well? We went together to school. He was actually a year older. We used to be kind of close back then but we lost contact after graduation. Still, he was always pretty chill.” She sighed, looking down at her feet for a second. “I’ve been an auror for some time now but I can never get used to these things happening, y’know? You never see it coming.”

The smile returned to her face as quickly as it had faded when he asked how she was. “I’m chill. I live close by so I thought I would just come here and get some tea. I know the family that owns the place and they prepare the most delicious blends. I could recommend you some if you’d like.”

Remus could feel the familiar weight of anxiety settle low in his stomach; it wasn’t odd for eyes to linger on his face the day after a full moon. It’s not as though he could blame people, however. If it wasn’t a fresh scar on his face, it was his sullen, pale skin and dull eyes. He could almost see the gears turning within as they read him, the ‘should I ask him?’s rising to the forefront of their mind before either being smothered or falling in well-intended questions through their lips. So when Florence mentally shook the matter, he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“I didn’t, no,” he said solemnly as she recounted her time with the man at Hogwarts. “I can’t imagine how I would be if I did, and I’m sorry for your loss.” A pause. “I guess it’s more the principle of the thing, having someone close to the cause pass.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say murdered. “I don’t think that’s something I ever want to get used to. I think I’d be a bit scared of myself if I wasn’t shaken every time something like this happened. ‘Don’t think I want to get used to losing people.”

Relieved when a smile spread again across her face, Remus chuckled at her enthusiasm. “You know, I’m usually a coffee person, but...sure. Surprise me.” He took another step forward as the line shortened. “I didn’t know you lived so close. Do you mind the business?”

[flowersinherhxir]

𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽 | 𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 '78

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sophiadarling:

Sophia wasn’t someone who got nervous. It just wasn’t in her to spiral down into anxiety when faced with a challenging situation, or at least that’s what she tried so hard to project. However, this wasn’t any challenging situation. 

This was the first time she was going to see Sirius Black after he had shown up to her father’s funeral. She had appreciated it back then, but now she sort of wished he wouldn’t have. She knew he wasn’t going to like the news she had to tell him. 

Nonetheless, in a very Sophia Wilkes fashion, she decided to just apparate inside his apartment. “Surprise, asshole.” She said casually, landing on top of the couch. “Wait- you’re not Sirius.”

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This wasn’t the first time Sophia Wilkes had apparated into his flat without warning, and despite her rather eventful disengagement from Sirius the moment his portrait was marred from the Black family tapestry, Remus wasn’t sure it’d be the last. Not that he was entirely surprised -- from the way Sophia carried herself, anyone would assume that an entrance entirely on her terms was the only one fit. It only took him a moment to recover, the cup of coffee balanced in his grasp lifting to his lips briefly before meeting her gaze.

“Sophia,” he greeted warmly, a look of faux surprise dancing across his face as though he just happened to catch her in his glance across the room. “Lovely and...observant, as ever. Sirius is out at the moment. Coffee? Tea, perhaps?”

[ginniewheezie]

“Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.

Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that would ever become a Professor.

Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape a good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.”

— Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

The Marauders

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flowerswakefield:

The long meditation morning had done no good today. Florence was still unsettled about everything happening at the Ministry. They had found a useful trace of magic, but that lead seemed to go nowhere. The general climate in the Aurors office was gloomy and uncertain and that did horrific things to her zen state. 

She decided a cup of tea would probably be extremely helpful, so she changed her hair dark for the day, she put on one of her favorite daisies necklace and she set towards the small coffee shop below her small flat. There were perks of living on top of a coffee shop, she thought. One of them is that she was friends with the owners; and that meant and endless supply of delicious and strange teas she didn’t find in most places. Florence even searched for the herbs herself sometimes and provided them to the family. 

Remus’ face wasn’t difficult to stop. There weren’t many people waiting, and the line was relatively short and organized. It wasn’t a surprise for her to find a familiar face there, but the her young Order companion looked terrible. 

     —- “Remus? Are you feeling alright man? You look super tired.” 

If it wasn’t the melodic tone of her voice, Florence’s colloquialisms gave way to her identity before Remus had even turned around. That was the thing about wizarding establishments — their scarcity almost ensured that you would run into someone you knew, whether you liked it or not. The man was already an introvert, but with a side that ached with new wounds and a splitting headache soon to be nursed by caffeine, he found the idea of conversation less than enticing.

But he was used to it; the chorus of ‘fine’, ‘wonderful’, and ‘splendid, just a bit tired’s that usually fell out of his mouth through a half smile. This was what got easier with time: evading questions to the point where Remus was concerned with how easy it was for him to lie, both to strangers and to his closest friends. But time had also convinced him that this was necessary.

“Florence, hi,” he said, turning back with a polite grin. “Rough night, stressed about Dirk...you know how it is. Just not sleeping well.” Remus felt a twang of guilt rip through him at the mention of Dirk -- how awful that his very real demise was now a mere distraction tactic. “How are you?”

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have you ever been in love? do you want to be?

No, I have never been in love. 

The second is a bit more perplexing. I’m not so sure it’s a matter of whether or not I want to, it’s whether or not I can. More than that, whether or not someone else can.

I do. And it terrifies me.

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do you have a favorite food? favorite beverage?

Beverage? Coffee. Food? Not sure that this counts, but my favorite thing that I’ve ever eaten is the full english breakfast that Ms. Potter makes whenever we all invade her lovely home. It tastes just like that: home. 

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Apart from the marauders, who would you say is your best friend?

Outside of the boys, I’m closest to a certain Lily Evans. Not nearly as close as Rita Skeeter may think, but we’ve been friends for nearly as long as I have the others. I think it’s a bit impossible to come out of what we’ve gone though any other way.

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SECOND ROUND. Dear Mr. Lupin: Bookworm by day, stripper by night. Is it true that you go out under the moonlight and dance for money at the most disreputable establishments? - R.S.

Dearest Rita,

I...yes, and I can’t begin to express the agony I felt when I did not see you in the crowd. Did you ignore my owl? I’m horribly offended.

Shove your nose, and your quill, elsewhere. 

Best,

R. J. Lupin

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it’s the quality of one’s convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.

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coffeedisorder:

“I didn’t-” Her words stopped, and she found herself unsure of what to say. The times when Remus would snap at her weren’t many, and Lily still found it terribly strange when she was met with her friend’s temper. That didn’t mean she was going to give up, though. She understood how difficult the full moon was for him, but that very fact made her impossible for her to comprehend the reason behind his constant refusal of help. 

“I didn’t mean it that way.” She finally responded, once the words articulated inside her brain and travelled towards her tongue. “But you need to let someone know. What if someone happens out there and we can’t find you? It’s risky, and you don’t need to do this by yourself. You have the guys and you have me. I’m sure any of them would have been happy to go with you since I clearly can’t.”

Shifting uncomfortably, she said hello to the cashier who asked for their order and waited until Remus was done asking for his. With a swift movement, the young witch apparated to the other corner of the shop and started preparing the food and drinks. “Are you at least going to tell me how you’re feeling? Do you need me to take care of something? Do you want me to fetch some healing potion or do you think healing spells will be enough?”

“I know,” Remus retorted quickly, almost immediately regretting his tone. He took a breath as the pair stepped aside, watching the barista strain shots of espresso into a mug with a complicated wand movement. “I know,” he corrected, softer and more empathetic. “It was selfish of me to think that going on my own wouldn’t have other consequences outside of myself. I’m sorry. Truly.” He nodded a quick thanks as the witch behind the counter slid a cappuccino his way. 

“But it’s just as risky to have James, Sirius, or Peter there with me,” he continued. “I can’t make this werewolf thing safe. You know that every time the moon wanes I feel relief that I don’t hurt them. It will always be dangerous, and sometimes I need to go by myself, for myself. I hope you can understand that.”

He picked up the last of their order and dropped a few sickles into the counter jar, placing a reassuring hand on Lily’s elbow as he lead them into the cobbled street. He smiled to himself at her offer of assistance; even when he felt absolutely awful, even when he spoke to her in a tone she certainly didn’t deserve, she persisted. How very Lily, indeed. “I think I should be fine with spells this round. If anything, I have some potions stocked in the cupboard at the flat. It’s just a scrape or two, genuinely nothing horrible.”

[drownersdaily]

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Who is a better friend? James, Sirius or Peter?

I’m not sure if there’s a way to quantify this.

It fluctuates over time; not necessarily the “better friend” thing, but more like who I feel closer to. There are times when Sirius is entirely too much, when James struggles to understand my problems or when Peter tries too hard to please. On the other hand, those three are ultimately the best collective thing to have ever happened to me. I know that, without even a single one of them, my life would be catastrophically different. 

They’re the friends I need. I’m sorry, I don’t think I can give you the answer you’re looking for.