#twimstarter

[abaraxasmaloysboy]

A gift from Father

After finishing up a few sentences, Lucius decided his homework could wait for a little longer. He was starting to see incantations and potion ingredients on the back of his eyelids every time he closed his eyes. He rolled up his parchment, closed his books, and headed to the dormitory to put them away for the moment so he could go out and see who was about.

As he looked around the common room, there was not a soul in sight. This was best for studying. This way, he could fail to care in peace and not have to pretend to care about some first year who lost his shoe or something. Lucius preferred not to care. All he needed to do was get through this year and them he didn't need to care about anyone but himself.

And Narcissa... 

At the door of the dormitory, Lucius hear a little pop inside. "house elf," He thought to himself, "better not touch my things." Lucius opened the door and strode over to his bed where he noticed what the house elf was likely doing there. At the foot of his bed was a black stick he recognized very well. It was the walking staff his father had promised to give him. 

There was a note tied to one of the snake head's fangs. It was from his father. On one side it said, "use it well," on the other was a spell.

Lucius decided to be cautious with this gift and talk to Snape to see if he know what the spell would do before using it.

[rjlmoony]

Remus would have rather not have woken late that morning. He hated oversleeping, as much as he hated cold porridge and leather chaps (which had been a hate discovered in fourth year, but no one talks about that). His issue with over sleeping was that it sounded like you would get more rest, and more rest should be a good thing... but you woke up just feeling more groggy and sleep deprived than if you had just woken up when you were suppose to. Of course, Remus suspected that that feeling may have come from the pounding headache he had been suffering from for the last two days. It was too early in the month for it to be related to his furry little problem (He still had two weeks, and it was not as if they came early!), and nothing he had taken for it made him feel better.

He had finally resolved to send an owl to his mother, asking for Muggle pills to try to resolve his issue, and while he waited, he laid out on the grass under a tree, despite the brisk temperature of fall. A cigarette was balanced between his lips, despite his earlier claims that he was quitting. Quitting seemed to be a terrible idea at this point.

[ppwormtail-blog]

"Has anyone seen my left shoes? They appear to all be missing..."

[rjlmoony]

The Half-Hearted Attempt :: Remus/Sirius

Remus stood quietly outside the castle, looking at the hedge maze that had appeared on the grounds. He took a deep breath and checked his watch a bit. He had joked that Sirius and he would not get anything done, but he had not expected that that might be because Sirius would run late. He sighed and he stuck his hand back in his robe's pockets, taking a deep breath. "Where are you, Sirius?" Remus muttered, turning and looking for his partner. Remus actually snorted a bit at his silent, unintended double entendre.

[rjlmoony]

A Quick Break :: Remus and Doe

Remus grinned when Doe said it was time to go to the kitchens quickly and he turned and he started to move towards the kitchens. "So, Doe, have you been up to anything interesting lately?" He moved to the portrait and tickled the pear before he slipped inside.

[rjlmoony]

I did not snog Sirius in the hospital wing!

We are not making kissy faces and Sirius and James do not have sexy arguments!

[rjlmoony]

What's Up? :: James/Remus

Remus, who was happily sitting in his bed, sipping a cup of tea, balancing a book that looked more like a brick than a book on his knees, had come in that day to find Sirius cuddled up with a bear on the couch, and decided to neither question it or wake the man up. He could hear conversations down the steps from the doors, but in the now-waning moon could not make them out, so he happily sat, blissfully unaware of the strange and not-very-subtle conversation taking place downstairs.

[ppwormtail-blog]

Don't Tell Me :: The Marauders

Peter stood twitching by the large front doors to the castle. He looked suspicious, too suspicious. It did not help that he continued to check his watch. Professor MacGonagall had been by an hour earlier and asked him what he was up to, and Peter could do nothing but squeal loudly. He was surprised when it had worked and she walked away, leaving him alone. His heart pounded in his chest. They were late.

If they were late leaving the castle on this full moon night, then they would certainly be late catching up with Remus. Remus never said it, he was far too polite to say anything, but Peter knew, in his heart, that Remus did not like going through his transformation alone. If they continued to be late, then alone was what Remus would be. If that happened, Peter reminded himself, then Remus would be upset. If Remus was upset, then Moony would be upset, and if Moony was upset... Peter paused, froze really, and he pushed those dark thoughts out of his head. He knew he was important in all this, of course he was, they couldn't get to Remus without him... on the other hand, a rat did not stand much of a chance up against a werewolf, and Peter did not like that. He checked his watch again, swore, and began to pace.