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The Marauders as John Mulaney

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James:

Sirius:

Remus:

Peter:

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Suppertime || Remus & Peter

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“Five minutes,” Peter said, his quiet voice drifting ahead of him as he moved from the kitchen to his small but clean living room, “Make yourself-” he paused, seeing Remus already sprawled across the sofa. Despite himself, despite everything, he smiled, “Comfortable.” he finished, shaking his head a little, “But don’t fall asleep.” If he did Peter would hate to wake him; he knew better than most how difficult it was to force yourself awake and if Remus could catch a few winks he’d let him have them, the dinner (loathe as he’d be to admit it) could be reheated.

Turning back he wiped his hands on his apron and grabbed his oven gloves, pulling them on he opened the oven and pulled out a whole roast chicken and set it to rest for a few moments (he’d made too much on purpose, he could send Remus off with a goody-bag later) before pulling the gloves off and enchanting a large knife and skewer to cut the meat. He pulled out potatoes, roast vegetables, some mash, a few stuffing balls and a piled his friends’ plate hight while his own seemed minuscule in comparison. Lastly, he added several slices of the chicken to Remus’ plate (and a few on his own) before setting both plates on the small table and pouring each of them a glass of wine. He couldn’t do much, he’d never been able to, but a meal he could cook, for tonight at least, maybe he could convince himself he was a good friend...

“O-okay,” he said quietly, poking his head back into the living room as he pulled the apron off, “Dinner’s ready.” a tiny smile on his face as he beckoned the other through, “If you don’t like anything don’t worry, t-there’s always the Chinese place down the road.” he said quickly, the brief surge of confidence vanishing as swiftly as it had come. “There’s more of everything as well... if you do like it.”

[estrela--marlene-blog]

the sweet kind | r & m

Marlene’s boredom had almost gotten the best of her on her wait for Remus Lupin. She’d sworn herself off of the chocolate as a bid to become stronger, as if the small moments of delight would make her punches stronger or her running faster. It was all so ridiculous if you thought about it, really, and with everything that was going on sometimes the one thing that you needed was a small moment of sweetness. That was exactly why she was here, waiting for Remus, in the stupid cold donning a stupid hood. She knew the importance of this to her friend, understood the consequences, but she did feel strange hanging about, looking like she was going to a funeral. And perhaps it was. A funeral for her sanity, that is.

But alas, they had made a deal with each other, planned a time and place to meet up. Remus was running behind, of course, Marlene had arrived a few moments before, mostly because she was more than keen to not be asked to rearrange the shelves.Again. It was nice that she could take some solace in the fact that it wasn’t just her job that sucked. Remus’ seemed to fare much worse than hers.

She’d really grown to value her friendship with Remus. Not that it was a rocky start, of course, but mostly because it was a late bloomer. None of it really came to fruition until they realised some aspects about each other which were more than similar, and until they began to understand the fun that was pranking. Pulling the hood of her clothing closer, Marlene’s posture begun to slump. It was only when she saw him that her spirits had raised, a smile peeking out from beneath the darkness.

“Trust it to be you that makes me walk around looking super gothic.” A soft sigh had escaped, playful in its nature as she’d grinned up towards him. “I only take apologies of the sweet kind, thank you very much.” Moving closer, Marlene had almost shivered. “Being late incurs an extra fee.”

Looking entertained, the brunette begun to walk with more speed, rubbing the outside of her arms and stretching them playfully. “We better get inside, and quick. I’ve just about frozen my arse off.” Marlene was somewhat protective of that part of her, it did, after all, look mighty good in a pair of jeans.

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