#c: doris

[bulgaelupin]

when: november 7th, 1980 where: low street who: @purkissmyass​

He knew it wasn’t wrong to be so happy and content at the moment, especially not when he was sure it wouldn’t last. That the realization of everything that was going on would slowly fall onto him. Already werewolves were hated by wixen kind, and Remus had seen enough movies to understand what many muggles would thing.

Still, after the last few days, Remus found himself reaching towards hope. Or maybe he was just reaching towards Doris. They were sitting outside, blanket wrapped around both of their shoulders, huddled in for warmth with their eyes trained towards the sky. “Are you cold?” He asked, glancing over to make sure his girlfriend—girlfriend—wasn’t freezing to death.

[marymacdonaldhadafarm]

WHEN: 20 November 1979 WHERE: Rosa Lee Teabags WHO: @purkissmyass​

“Does this smell like it’s gone off to you?” Mary sniffed the pastry a second time, her nose wrinkling in distaste, before holding it out to the stranger. 

[dorcasmeadowes]

when: april 15, 1980 where: the drunken dragon who: @purkissmyass

Dorcas found the first familiar face. “I can’t sing this song alone,” she said, very seriously. And then she jumped into it.

[mssr-wcrmtail]

“You look really, really pretty tonight... can I get you anything?”

@dorispurrkiss

[madam-wakefield]

Dom's smile 😀

[bulgaelupin]

when: september 2nd, 1980 where: low street who: @purkissmyass​

The last few days of summer had passed in a blur for Remus. Between court days, his own father’s battle with the law on his behalf, and the knowledge that all of this could be on his permanent record, Remus had experienced better summers. Even Doris, who had always managed to be a bright spot, felt like just another thing he had ruined. Or if he hadn’t yet, he would soon.

Remus had been lucky thus far. Even while living right next to one another, no awkward encounters had occurred, giving him a small reprieve as he did his best to recover from the latest full moon. Fate could only be so kind. When Remus turned to leave the flat, he heard another door open, too. A single glance and he knew. Time was up.

“Doris,” he stated, a small smile as he hiked up his book bag. “Excited for the school year?”

[bulgaelupin]

when: february 14th, 1981 where: low street who: @purkissmyass​

This was Remus’ first Valentine’s Day with a girlfriend, so, naturally, he did what any other inexperienced boyfriend might do. He attempted to cook for her. That seemed much more romantic than shoving their way inside of a restaurant, or freezing to death waiting in line somewhere. The only obvious drawback was his lack of real cooking skills, which meant that tonight had been a huge learning curve. Luckily, Remus was a fast learner. By the end, nothing had been burnt, and while it would never be authentic Colombian by anyone’s standards, the bandeja paisa, with all of the fixings, wasn’t the worst thing he had ever made.

“You’re allowed to give me complete honesty in how horrible it might be. I’ve never cooked a steak in my entire life.” He had cooked his own meal, one sans all of the meat.

[bulgaelupin]

when: april 18th, 1980 where: gryffindor common room who: @purkissmyass​

Remus had been both excited and nervous to run into Doris again, which was inevitable, given the fact that they were in the same House. Still, he had almost expected to be given a reprieve while everyone got settled back into their rooms. The sight of her, though, as she stepped through the portrait, was enough to send himself into a half-panic attack.

“Doris! How was break?” Too forward, Remus. Too forward. And maybe quieter next time. She had barely been given the ability to even take the room in before he was accosting her.