#messrmoons

[fauvehoof]

Lily + @messrmoons

As fun as the train, the carriage, and the sorting ceremony were, Lily always appreciated the relief that came with getting into their Hogwarts houses at the end of the night. The Gryffindor common room was always full of students enthusiastically recanting their summer adventures. It was also the first time throughout the first day of term that Remus was actually accessible.

Lily leapt down the stairs to the girl’s dormitories, already seeing Remus standing in the crowd. With a grin, she jumped over to him, pushing her arms around his neck and bringing him into a tight embrace. “Hello, favorite prefect!” Lily greeted, eyes bright with joy.

[fidemaledicta]

event: pensieve threads where: hogwarts library when: 1976 who: @messrmoons

There was a certain urgency to her steps as she rushed in from the cold, still wearing the long forgotten quidditch uniform. Mere minutes ago, the intention had still been to train, practice for as long as she could until the moment that a very much needed essay had come crashing back into her memory, taking over everything. Emmeline was too proud to admit that for once she’d forgotten an assignment and gotten herself instead tangled up in other matters to the point where said essay was due to the next day without her having made so much as a move to study or research for it.

And so she’d stormed off, away from the pitch and through half the school until finally she stood in the library, broom in one hand, her bag slung over her shoulder. Hurriedly she’d discarded the bag and the broom at a table that only seemed to have been taken by one who also seemed to have vanished between the rows of books. Emmeline couldn’t honestly care less about whoever the table was shared with. After all, the essay was more important than some silly game of cat and mouse over seating arrangements. At least in this case.

Around the corner she went to scan the rows of books, the names being read quickly before she moved on. Finally, she spotted the book she was looking for, leaning up to reach for the far out of reach tome. For a moment she thought of using her wand until she remembered that it was in her bag, at the table. There was no space for a wand in her quidditch uniform. Emmeline let out a string of curses. “Just my luck.”

[elmswriting]

Sirius&Remus

@messrmoons

Hogwarts, 6th year

"Oi, Moony! Hold up!" Sirius called out, his voice brimming with lighthearted energy and a touch of mischief. He couldn't quite pinpoint when the change had taken place – when he had begun to crave those moments alone with his best mate, stealing time together whenever their friends were preoccupied. Sirius had never stopped to consider the thrill that tingled down his spine whenever he managed to make Remus chuckle, or the way his heart raced when he caught sight of Remus' pout of concentration as he delved into a book or tackled homework.

He hadn't taken the time to analyse the eager anticipation he felt as he watched Remus, wide-eyed during classes, while subtle expressions danced across his face in response to Sirius' cheeky notes or as he became engrossed in his work. It had simply happened, and Sirius didn't quite know what to make of it. Love had never been his forte; he'd always preferred chasing thrills and fleeting connections over deep, emotional bonds. The vulnerability of love and its potential aftermath unnerved him.

"So, where are we off to, then?" Sirius inquired, the hand that had clamped onto Remus' shoulder to slow him down lingering for a beat, perhaps two. He invited himself along to whatever activity Remus had planned, exuding the self-assured ease of someone accustomed to getting whatever they desired and expecting the world to bend to their whims.

Pushing aside the tantalising thoughts of cornering Remus in a broom cupboard for a perfect, heart-stopping snog, Sirius flashed his friend a roguish grin, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.

"Well, whatever you're up to, I'm tagging along. Can't let you have all the fun on your own now, can I?" Sirius quipped, a playful lilt in his voice