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{1976} Winning
“Marlene Clark McKinnon”, Remus answered exasperatedly, putting a hand to his chest in a fake offended manner. Unfortunately, he then had to laugh, shrugging his arms a little helplessly.
“I can’t really say anything about that”, he admitted - Sirius was his best friend, and Remus was rather sure that he would never reach his level, but mentioning that to Marlene did not seem like a good idea.
“Alright, you win. This one time.”
Sweets || Open
Aw, shit, for a second Remus had forgotten that he was actually in a house with kids. Well, he would just have to charm his way out of Molly’s potential rage, should Charlie decide to start running around repeating ‘fuck’ over and over again to make sure his mother was aware that he posessed knowledge over that word now.
“Sure is”, he said with a grin, and handed the newly transformed quill to Charlie so that the boy could eat it. For a scary moment, he was fearing to turn him into chocolate, too, but none of the likes happened. “Alright then, um... let’s not get rid of something your Mom would miss”, he proposed, and bent down to touch a crumpled up sheet of notes that had been produced during Percy’s lesson earlier. It turned into beautiful, dark brown chocolate, sprinkled with what looked like pieces of nuts. “You don’t have allergies, do you Charlie?”
Sweets || Open
“I’m really sorry”, Remus repeated, pushing the chocolate parchment over to Tiberius to eat. Though this new ‘power’ of his was somehow enjoyable, he had not meant to turn anybody’s work to cocoa. “It’s just random, to be honest”, the werewolf admitted, picking off an edge as well and putting it in his mouth. Professor Flitwick was busy explaining the pro- and contraindications of weather charms, leaving the class room to do anything but pay attention to him. “I was thinking that it might have to do with my mood, maybe? I wonder if it’ll turn dark when I’m angry.” Maybe Remus should be trying to figure out why he was producing chocolate rather than attempting to produce certain flavors, but he could not really make himself ruin this amazing singularity.
Sweets || Open
Well, hexed seemed a little bit harsh, for a gift so wonderful. Remus looked at his fingertips, gingerly rubbing them against his thumbs, and could not help but smile a little. “Whoever did that probably really loved me”, he concluded thoroughly, smiling to himself and then at Pandora.
[1984] Nothing Lasts || Amelia & Remus
It was almost as if Amelia had read his thoughts, and Remus looked at her almost pleadingly for a moment. What was going on in this world? She was absolutely right, most people forgot the true extend of the sacrifice people like Lily and James had made. Now, Remus would probably not have chosen the words Amelia did, but he understood in what way it was meant, and gave a small nod. “It’s disgusting”, he said with a slightly bitter tinge to his voice, looking from his former classmate down to the head stone. “It is as if they took what they were given, pretended to be thankful for a day or two... and then took it for granted again. James and Lily were not like that. They knew what life was worth.”
My Brother’s Keeper [1976] Regulus & Remus
“If only the one in charge was always the smartest”, Remus said tiredly, but he didn’t feel annoyed at Regulus as the younger boy explained his views. After all, it wasn’t him who had come up with all the pureblood bogus; he had merely been born into it.
“It’s absolutely true, of course, that everybody only has a certain amount of time”, he agreed, shrugging lightly. An orange tabby cat appeared from behind a pair of moth-ridden curtains, and started to stride along the two of them for a little while after pushing against each of their legs once. “But that doesn’t mean they should abuse their power until their people get so sick of them that they end up dead, don’t you think?”, he suggested with a faint smile, not really planning to push Regulus for a reply. “ It’s the way one treats his inferiors more than the way he treats his equals which reveals one’s real character.”
{1979} Nasty kisses
Being an Auror was… hard. Not that Marlene didn’t enjoy it, because she did, a lot. She was learning so much and in a way, it kind of felt natural. However, she quickly became aware of how much she was underestimating things, how easily moved she was by certain things. The first time she went to Azkaban she nearly fainted, the only reason she didn’t was because she was a stubborn idiot. How on earth she was going to faint in front of Alastor Moody? Of course, she probably looked like a bloody ghost, but at least she remained conscious the entire time.
However this time was different. This time she went with her father and Frank. Marlene helped her brother Nicholas and her cousin to catch a highly wanted death eater. Of course, she was still green, Nicholas and Frank did most of the job, but she helped and that’s why she was in Azkaban, about to see one of the most disturbing things she will ever see in her life: a dementor’s kiss.
Marlene stood between her father and Frank, there were other Aurors in there as well. She didn’t want to see this, this was barbaric. The death eater was screaming, pleading for his life and even though Marlene did an excellent job on keeping her straight face, her heart was clashing furiously against her ribs. Her patronus was in front of her, but not even that made her feel better.
The dementor placed itself in front of the death eater and Marlene felt her father moving closer to her, as if he was trying to protect her. The dark creature removed his hood and Marlene’s heart stopped. The death eater screamed louder than before, but no one made an attempt to stop what was going to happen. Marlene wanted to yell as well, to send her patronus and get rid of the dementor, but she couldn’t move at all. The dementor cupped the man’s face and sucked out his soul. She could not see this, so she looked down and closed her eyes until it was over.
Marlene felt her father’s hand on her back. “It’s over” he whispered quietly and she opened her eyes. The guards were dragging the man out of there, Marlene didn’t manage to see him, but it was better that way. “There’s no need for you to stay any longer” Frank told her, squeezing her shoulder and Marlene nodded. She didn’t need to be told twice and apparated away.
It was an abandoned alley near the Ministry. The screams were playing on repeat and before she could realize it, Marlene placed one hand on the nearest wall and began throwing up, pouring all out. It wasn’t long until she heard some footsteps apporaching to her. She didn’t see who it was, however, she pulled out her wand and pointed at this person without looking up. “Leave, now” she hissed before throwing up again.
It was a coincidence, nothing more. Remus had little business with the Ministry; and when he did, it was rarely good. Unlike Marlene, who worked in the building, he was usually ‘invited’ for a meeting concerning the half of him that nobody particularly liked. But today, there had been none of that; the werewolf had just been out to have an eye on the surroundings of the hidden entry. While of course the chimneys inside were impossible to track without breaking major laws, there was at least a small chance to catch a glimpse of entering or leaving persons, people who potentially were knee deep into politics they did not qualify for... or worse, their wands and money.
When the sound of apparition cracked through the air, Remus’ head shot around. It had not been far; one or two streets, maybe. As soundlessly as possible, he sneaked around the corners, the creaking of a closed tavern’s sign in the wind covering for him.
She was very close, and it did not take Remus longer than a few seconds to recognize the girl in the dark. At the same time, she began throwing up, and he gritted his teeth, making sure not to breathe through his nose.
“No...” He took her armed hand in his and pushed it down lightly, before putting an arm around her back, holding her long hair away from her face.
“Come on, Mar. You can’t stay here, hm? Let’s go to my place.” There would be a reason why she did not want to go back to the Manor, after all, Remus assumed, while his worry about what caused his friend to throw up in the public rivaled the fear that somebody with an agenda might shoot them in the back any moment.
Sweets || Open
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to, but that’s been happening all day. It starts to be different kinds, too, this looks like caramel- sorry, I mean, I should really find out why I am turning things into chocolate. I guess...”
♡ MAGIC VALENTINE ♡ Chocolate - Everything your muse touches turns to chocolate (not people).
Eyes and Ears [1993] Molly & Moony
January 31st, 1994
Dear Molly,
I’ve started to teach Harry the Patronus charm once a week. He’s very good at it, but it’s one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a very long time. The things he says he hears and sees are breaking my heart. But it must be done... and I’d rather it’s me than someone else, despite how full of myself that might make me sound. I feel as if James would have trusted me to do this with Harry.
I don’t know how Ron broke that wand, but fighting a troll sounds worthwhile, what kind of troll was it? I’m sure he didn’t mean to get himself into danger. I always liked Arthur and Arthur’s tinkering, even if we only saw each other a couple of times.
It has been quiet. We’re all alert, of course.
I am indeed lucky. He has never been anything but good to me, and I try to disturb his peace the least possible.
-Remus
[1975]What’s wrong with you|| Blacks/Lupins
Deep down, part of Remus knew that Sirius' words were true. He had not chosen to be infected, and he couldn't help the ordeal he went through each month. The very same his mother could no longer bear to witness, along with the hatred and the discrimination they had faced as a family. But still... If he hadn't been born, or if he had just left his parents to live a peaceful life, Hope would be alive, wouldn't she...
"It's just not fair", Remus said again, eyes travelling to the landscape that was speeding past. "Almost everybody hates me, hated her, though she was the sweetest person... Hate even my Dad... But we always pretended we're above that", he said with a small voice, shaking his head painfully. "Why did they have to be right."
Why am I so toxic. Why is she gone.
1972 | Great surprises
Well, that surely was a surprise. Remus had never really seen his parents with friends or acquaintances, just as he himself had not had any when he was a child. The circumstances their little family was in, he knew, had forbidden it; they had never even stayed in a place for longer than a year. Remus had very often felt guilty about this, but Lyall had always told him that anyone who couldn’t see past the curse could go fuck themselves (resulting in another of Hope’s futile tries to stop her husband from swearing in front of him). So if Mr McKinnon greeted him this nicely, and Lyall called him by his first name…
“Nice to meet you”, Remus said to the tall man, shaking his hand with a brave smile. “And you, Marlene”, Lyall added, giving her a small wink. “Remus mentioned you, of course, I just didn’t realise your last name is McKinnon.” Remus saw his father’s gaze go back to Richard - it was hard to read, somehow. “It’s been too long, Richard. Must be..”
“Eight years”, someone added, and Remus turned his head to see his mother, long blonde hair falling into her face and skinny arms crossed, but a big smile on her face. “Look at you, Marlene”, she said, reaching out to lightly stroke her arm. “All grown up, and so beautiful.”
{1976} Winning
"Mar", Remus said humorously, putting an arm around her. He kissed her temple, a gesture he rarely applied to anyone - but booze and friendship made it seem right. "I'm just kidding. You realize that, yes?"
It was quite obvious that Marlene had taken him a little more seriously than she should have, but Remus knew that she wouldn't be angry. Well, hopefully. "I know you're loyal... And awesome. And super rude and annoying and full of yourself, but I can see past those things, you know..." He was laughing, but started to back off, deeming it a good idea to bring some distance between Marlene and himself.
C!C: Drunk 24/7 || Open
"Woah", Remus said, taken by surprise by Alex' sudden movement. However, he had wanted the blanket, right? So she had helped, his drunk mind concluded, and the werewolf gave Emmeline's sister a charming grin.
"I dunno", he answered truthfully, and wrapped his newly acquired cover around himself. "Alex...? You smell... really, really lovely, Alex."
[1975]What’s wrong with you|| Blacks/Lupins
It felt kind of odd, the way Sirius was embracing him, but at the same time Remus was glad he did. Though he was crying silently, he would much rather be hidden in a Sirius wrap to passing students than be seen by anyone.
But how could he explain why Hope’s death had occured without falling apart? Remus drew a deep breath, trying to push any and every emotion away - something he usually excelled at. His voice ce back to him, and the heart slowed down a little, but the pitch deep feeling of despair was still there.
“She was very sad, and tired. We hadn’t realized just how bad it was, she… She must have been so badly depressed for years”, he explained, giving a sniff and wiping the last of the tears away from underneath his eyes. Maybe Sirius didn’t want to hear this, but now that Remus had started to explain, it felt as if poison was sucked from a wound. “She couldn’t watch it anymore, she just… she lost her will to live. And then she just stopped eating. And then getting up. If I had just been normal... Healthy...”
[1975]What’s wrong with you|| Blacks/Lupins
Though he generally wasn’t the type to break down or lose control over his emotions, Remus was struggling this time. He couldn’t remember having cried in front of any of his friends, except for the occasional time that pain drove tears into his eyes; but this was so hard to bear, with no light in sight. The wounds of loss were not that old yet, barely old enough not to break into downright sobbing - hopefully.
Sirius’ touch wasn’t much, but it was enough for Remus to feel not quite as alone. He let his head drop back against the lean and looked up with a shaky breath, trying to regain control over the tears that had been coming. Just breathe.. just breathe.
“I just don’t.. I just can’t... I’ll never see her again...” That was it, the faintest control was gone again. Remus wiped his cheeks once more, sniffing almost angrily. “And I know it’s my fault. I know she died because she couldn’t stand it anymore, she didn’t want to die, she just... she didn’t want to live, either, Sirius..” The last words were almost lost, dying in the hoarse sound of his voice as Remus pressed his sleeved palms against his eyes, head down so that Sirius didn’t have to witness the extend of his despair.
[1975]What’s wrong with you|| Blacks/Lupins
There was not a cell in Remus’ body that didn’t feel grateful for what Sirius was doing at that moment. He followed his lead into the empty compartment without hesitation, leaving his trunk near the closed door in favor of sitting down. Orion’s words came back to his mind uninvitedly, drippling into the cocktail of pain, fear and agony the summer had left behind.
“Sorry”, he said to Sirius, without actually knowing why, before he felt himself clumsily wipe his cheek with his sleeve. Oh hell. Crossing his arms to stop the hands from shaking, Remus still didn’t dare to look at his best friend. “I’m sorry…”
