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[dumbassdavey]

davey & james // @pctterprongs​ // january. quidditch pitch

There was something missing, something that he was forgetting, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Davey made it to the Quidditch pitch, ready to immerse himself in some practice before the next match. Yet, he didn’t see anyone at the pitch, none of his teammates and he didn’t even have his broom. Was there even practice today or is that tomorrow? In his confusion, Davey looked up and saw someone on their broom, high in the sky, and he began waving frantically at them. Forcing them to descend as soon as they saw him, which wasn’t hard, Davey is the most ridiculous person. Upon seeing James, Davey’s grin broke out wide. He really did admire James Potter and his mates, they were totally awesome and he wanted to be just like them. “Potter, hey! What’s up, man? Do you know if Hufflepuff is supposed to be practicing today or tomorrow?”

[remoonusarchive]

Where: Potter mansion When: 29th December

If there was anything more stressful about Aurors showing up on the Potters’ doorstep, it was being banished from the room and being left to stand outside under the Invisibility Cloak with James as they talked to Peter. Their ears strained to listen, Remus finding it difficult to quiet the anxiety that screamed in his mind to hear the words being said but he knew his hearing was better than James’ so he had to try. “They’re arresting him,” he whispered when the words stopped being nonsensical sounds and turned into equally nonsensical phrases with a meaning, even if not one that Remus understood. “What the fuck? They mentioned the Dark Mark, what--” He held his breath as there was movement within the room and he gripped James’ wrist as the door opened and the Aurors led Peter out.

Only when they were alone again did he find it safe to turn to James and, still unable to talk in anything above a whisper, he urged, “We need to do something. Padfoot. Where’s Padfoot?” It hadn’t felt like it mattered that morning. Remus had woken in such a good mood, feeling perfectly well-rested after the early night he managed to get while the others went to Mary’s birthday party and fully recovered from the Full Moon and delightfully happy about how good the holidays were. Now, he was terrified and they needed to be together to work this out.

@pctterprongs​

[remoonusarchive]

When: 20th December, early-ish morning Where: 7th year Gryffindor boys’ dormitory Who: Remus && @pctterprongs​

When he rolled over in his bed, slowly coming out of sleep, he became very aware of the smell of cigarette smoke and sex and Walden Macnair clinging to his bed sheets. His pyjama top had never made it onto his body and the charms from the night before had faded, showing his scars in all their glory, as well as fresh scratch marks. He fought a smirk as he replayed the moments in his mind and mentally berated himself for not feeling more guilty for letting the suspected Death Eater into his dorm.

The sounds of his dormmates already moving around reminded him today was the day they would all be returning home for the holidays, Peter going with James and Sirius to Potter mansion. Remus was staying at Hogwarts, just as had been arranged with his parents. He would have to leave the dorm for a while later, maybe go for a walk around the grounds while he gave the house-elves time to go in and change the beds but he was quite happy with the idea of spending the rest of the holidays in the comfort of his bed with his personal library of books. Ignoring Christmas Day, of course. Which reminded him that he should sort his friends’ presents out before they finished their holiday packing and went down for a final breakfast before the train.

He pulled his curtains open and looked at James. “You look rough!” he said said, deliberately pitching his voice a little louder and cheerier than usual. “Take my presents for you three with you, will you?” he crawled to the end of the bed so that he could open his trunk and fish out the gifts.