MOONSEEKER 🌙
“Is that my sweater?” Remus asks as Regulus sits next to him in the great hall. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised, everyone else already takes his sweaters. But Regulus, Regulus looks nice.
“It's mine now,” he says coolly as he reaches for a piece of toast.
“How did you even get that?” he asks, tucking a lose piece of hair behind regulus’ ear.
“I have my ways.”
“Like?”
“First of all, my older brother has been your roommate for five years.”
Remus nods. He knows that’s not how Regulus got the sweater, but he leaves it alone and keeps his fingers at the base of Regulus’ neck, tangled in his growing hair, for the remainder of breakfast.
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