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ontheflyivanova:

//𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 ( wolfscarred )

♛𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢 After a heated evening with the recent death eaters meeting, Clara decided to take a deep fresh air outside towards the place she felt more towards her nature the most, in the woods. The scent of the crisp smell of dewy foliage as each step dug in to the raw, earthy scent of wet mud whilst the crunching of the snapping twigs. The grass been over grown toward over her ankles, stomping her way to nowhere. Acknowledging that it was a safe evening for a stroll, otherwise it would had been another night for her trying to find her clothes and her location. After a couple minutes after, she decided to stop for a moment, to identify what direction she wanted to be headed towards. Taking brief glances around her surroundings as she saw something rather a peculiar. Clara couldn’t put her finger on it. It wasn’t a giant rock, nor a creature. Plucking up the courage as she takes a couple steps forward to take a closer look. “W-who’s there?” She yells aloud, poking her head a bit more trying to get more of a glance. Spotting a big rock as she suddenly picks it up and throws it at the strange figure.

For all of the time he’d spent practicing dueling, and all of the spells Remus knew by heart, sometimes there was no beating the classic duck and cover. Thankfully, the forest provide plenty of protection, and jumping behind the nearest tree was enough to save him from a nasty head wound.

For now, but probably not for long, if this woman’s approach was to throw rocks before getting her questions answered.

“It’s just me!” He called out, realizing only afterwords that me meant nothing to a stranger in the woods. “I mean- I don’t want any trouble!” Even as he said it, Remus was reaching for his wand. “I’m just going for a stroll, same as you. Sorry, if I startled you; I wasn’t expecting to bump into anyone all the way out here, either.”

#ontheflyivanova

wolfdogsirius:

—

“What gives you the idea I’d be after revenge?” Sirius asked, hoping he was hitting the right amount of menace in his tone. Of course he was after revenge– he was already planning it, and Remus had known him long enough that he should see that coming. “I’ve got a load of weird china with the family crest on it to try the spell on though, if you want to come over to my flat sometime.”

“I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend an evening, Padfoot. I’m sure your neighbors will appreciate all of the noise.” It wasn’t likely that Sirius would be taking his revenge so soon; Remus would be expecting it, and where’s the fun in that? “Now, what do you mean by weird? The usual, wealthy, pureblood, doesn’t make sense if you live in reality sort of weird? Or...?”

#wolfdogsirius

pandoramortis:

“Well, I wasn’t going to say it outright,” Pandora said through a smile. She let her hand drop to her side, letting out a chuckle. The chaos – and mild immaturity – of the Marauders had always been the highlight of her time at Hogwarts. It was usually something to humor her, especially on days where she received her letters from her parents. “No, I remember one time in particular. I must’ve been going to class, and I saw two of you flying down the corridor. One of the professors were chasing after them – Filch, I believe.”

“Slytherin.” She wrinkled her nose. She’d just barley dodged a few pranks. One of which involved completely ruining a few of the dorms – ones that, thankfully, hadn’t been hers. She was thankful for it, too. If she’d been a target of a Marauders joke, she was sure they would be on the wrong end of a nasty curse. Still, she was almost too aware of how she’d looked, then. Pandora’s gaze moved to the expensive jewelry and fabric she wore. In social situations, she’d made an effort to surround herself with the wealthier purebloods. Her father had always said that was where she belonged. “I had a talent for blending in with the others. I only attended my last two years, so I wouldn’t expect you to remember.”

At least she knew she’d done her job properly.

... Oh.

Remus attempted to hid his surprise by faking a cough. Slytherin, and she seemed so nice! Perfectly pleasant! He did his best to push that knee-jerk judgment aside, if for no other reason than this wasn’t Hogwarts. How much did house affiliations mean, with that part of their life behind them?

Besides, he’d known his fair share of unpleasant Gryffindors. Every rule had its exceptions.

“Maybe it’s an odd thing to say, but I’m a bit jealous of that talent. There were plenty of times I would have given just about anything to blend in at school. And not just to avoid getting into trouble. Hell, I still feel that way sometimes.” Remus shrugged, and leaned against the wall behind him. “If you don’t mind me asking; if you weren’t attending Hogwarts, where were you for those first five years?”

#pandoramortis

milosummers:

If Milo wasn’t so tired, he would be nervous, he thought. Although his lack of nerves could also be attributed to the whiskey he had slipped into his coffee. He learned years ago that it was sensible to arrive early. When you arrived early you could pull out a flask and add to your drink without anybody watching you, or querying your decisions. He wondered whether Remus would be able to smell it but really that was at the very bottom of his list of concerns. He had never once been given the opportunity to sit down and talk to somebody like him. And realising there had been another werewolf at Hogwarts, somebody who could have helped him to feel less alone, was making him bitter, and angry. Would it really have hurt Dumbledore to tell them both? To introduce them?

Taking a sip from his mug, he slouched over the table, tapping his fingers absentmindedly as he waited for his company to arrive. Remus had seemed friendly, and warm, and willing to help, but what if he changed his mind? What if he no longer wanted anything to do with him? Luckily he didn’t have too long to dwell on his worries, or talk himself out of staying. Before his coffee had even begun to cool, Remus Lupin was taking a seat opposite him. Merlin, this was weird. The Remus Lupin. The one who had caused so much trouble with his friends in the year below him at school. It seemed to ridiculous to think he could be a werewolf. So ridiculous, and yet here they were.

“Hey,” he smiled, already feeling awkward. “I- uh, I ordered you a coffee,” he gestured to the second cup in front of him, nudging it towards his new friend. “I don’t know what you like though, so I stuck with a latte… figured that was a safe bet.”

@wolfscarred

Remus walked past the cafe six times, before he finally entered. He wasn’t lost, or even scared. It was more a deep-seeded sense of self-preservation, that kept him from making his appointment with Milo Summers. For most of his life, he had avoided other werewolves; he knew what Greyback and his pack were like, what they were capable of, and Remus had no interest in becoming anything like them. Not to mention his continued interest in staying off the formal werewolf registry.

But then, Marcus McKinnon was attacked, and a werewolf named Milo Summers had begun talking publicly about his own affliction. As strong as his desire to keep his condition hidden still was, curiosity killed the cat - or in this case, wolf - in the end, and Remus was sitting down across from his former classmate and, apparently, fellow werewolf, just two minutes late.

Remus nodded; that might be the only safe thing about all of this. He reached for the packaged sweeteners, and began dumping them into the latte. Five, he thought, should be just right.

“Thank you. For the coffee, and for agreeing to meet with me on such short notice.” Remus lifted the mug to his lips; still to bitter, and too hot, but he winced through the pain as the first few sips made their way down his throat. “I’ll admit, I’m not really sure where to start. I feel like I have more questions than I’ll have answers. It’s just so hard to believe, that whole time, you were... You were right there, and I had no idea.”

#milosummers

macdxnalds:

mary was of the opinion that muggle night life was far superior from that of wizarding london. she had made the dance floor her home, and lost count of the amount of times she’d stopped by the bar for shots. she’s far from sober, but she carries herself well – gait normal if not a little more graceful than most of the drunken souls surrounding her. she barely hears remus over the music, her hearing muffled from hours of the loud pounding music, but she’s able to catch his words by reading his lips. she gives him a drunken smile, leaning her head against his shoulders momentarily as her world spins around her. “it’d be better if the birthday boy danced with me,” she says with a small pout, quickly replaced by a smile.

“You want to dance with me?” Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised. It is his birthday, they’ve known each other for years, and as far as his drunk eyes could tell, he wasn’t even the worst looking bloke at the bar.

“Well... Sure, why not?” What was the point of going out at all if he wasn’t going to dance at least once? “Though, I must warn you, everyone I’ve ever danced with has told me that I’ve got two left feet.”

#macdxnalds

wolfdogsirius:

—

Sirius felt bad that Remus felt bad, which was not how he thought this thing should be going. Remus was the one who’d blown up enough ink to get him banned from the shop for years and the one who’d let him take the blame and blame Peter in turn. Still though, it was just ink.

“Show me the spell and we’ll be even,” he said, changing his tone enough that he hoped Remus would know he didn’t care all that much. “Unless you want to march into Scrivenshaft’s and own up to it, that is, but I think only one of us needs to be chased with a broom.”

“Showing you the spell seems fitting.” And more fun for both of them. Sirius probably wasn’t in the market for ink, now that there were no more essays to write or Marauders Maps to make. Unfortunately...

“Even if that means I’m handing you the tools you need to take your revenge.” He tried to smile, as he said it, but Remus could just imagine the sort of chaos Sirius would cause with such a spell. He absolutely deserved what he got, though, so he would be teaching his friend the spell regardless.

#wolfdogsirius

offortescue:

What happened? | OPEN

Sickness and absenses happened, it was unavoidable and a part of life. And despite being in Major Crimes, coverage was needed and Alice was happy to offer a hand since her caseload was currently stalled in legal proceedings. The amount of time it took to get a warrant when certain people didn’t want you to obtain it… So that was how Alice found herself attending this scene. She was almost jealous of Frank, tied up in a huge magical creature smuggling case. Inside and out of the rainpour. She approached a few people, stood a few feet away from the bobybinded assailant on the ground, an umbrella hovering at her side as she did so. She got out a pad and pen ( quills weren’t practical for travel ). “Firstly, are you okay?” she asked, concern touching the corners of her eyes. “Can you tell me what happened?” she asked.

“I’m fine.” Remus pressed his cold hand against the cut on his lip, to help dull the pain. “Look, I don’t want any trouble, and I don’t know what was going on between...” Remus glances at the incapacitated man on the ground, and the teary-eyed young woman who was in the middle of her own interview. A domestic dispute, maybe, but when she had made eye contact with Remus, he knew that she needed help. “Between them.”

Talking to an Auror made him nervous. Growing up as a werewolf, his parents had taught him to give law enforcement a wide berth. Still, now that the scuffle was over, and Remus had time to think about it, something about this wasn’t adding up. Namely, that the woman hadn’t screamed, or cried out for help. Not once.

“... Would it be possible to keep this statement confidential?”

#offortescue

ofmxkinnons:

♕ —- “Probably,” Marlene said in a teasing tone. Not that she was the patron saint of good ideas. More often than not, she suggested the bad ones and was always the active participant in them. In her mind, life was way too short to play it safe.

♕ —- Marlene smiled when he opened his arms up for a hug and without a second thought, she leaned into him as she wrapped her arms around him in the biggest hug her short stature could give. “No place I’d rather be, mate,” she replied as she tipped her head up to look at him. “Gotta celebrate your day. Though, it seems I have some catching up to do. Regrets and Hangovers are for tomorrow, right?”

Remus squeezed her back, more wholeheartedly than he ever would have sober. He was nineteen, legally an adult by both wizard and muggle standards, and still felt as aimless and lost as a child. It was an odd sort of comforting, to be surrounded by friends who were just as aimless and lost as he was. Even if it was only temporarily, and thanks to copious amounts of alcohol.

“Exactly!” Remus nodded his thank you to the bartender when they passed him a new, full glass, keeping one arm draped around Marlene as he accepted his drink. “And, as far as I’m aware, tomorrow is no one’s birthday! So who cares? What are you drinking tonight?”

#ofmxkinnons

ashstfu

y'all can't have all five:

healthy coping mechanism

a good sleep schedule

serotonin

self esteem

at least two brain cells

#☽ musings #tag your muse Remus is at least two brain cells

marcusmvkinnon:

What else was he supposed to say? Obviously things weren’t okay. He was dealing with the whole werewolf thing and that was a lot. So he couldn’t say he was okay, but he couldn’t say what was going on with him in public either. Marcus nodded. He felt weird standing at the booth when there were lots of other people around wanting to look at the trinkets.

“Sure. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” It wasn’t private in this crowded area and he didn’t want to talk where they could be overheard. “I’m actually sort of tired, so I… was thinking about heading home. If you wanted to visit that’s fine.”

“If you’re comfortable with that, I don’t mind.” Home. Interesting choice. They had known each other at Hogwarts, though there were several years separating them. After this run-in with Greyback, Remus was surprised to find that Marcus was so quick to trust another werewolf.

But you couldn’t beat home, when it came to privacy. Remus wasn’t sure if Marcus had the fear of being overheard on his mind, or if he really was just tired, but Remus appreciated the opportunity for privacy and discretion all the same. He was still unregistered, and as much as he wanted to support Marcus, he also wanted to protect himself.

“Is it nearby, or are we apparating?”

#marcusmvkinnon

ofmxkinnons:

♕ —- “The question is,” Marlene mused as she stood in front of the table looking over the sight before her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Remus quite this way. But hey, it was his birthday, he could spend it how he wanted to. She certainly wasn’t going to judge. “Are you enjoying the party,” she asked as she took the seat beside him.

♕ —- “Do you want me to get you some water,” she added, “or another drink? I can do both.”

“Water is probably a good idea.” It’s not exactly a yes, but someone was already working on the drink part. Besides, wasn’t Marlene a bartender now? It seemed a bit rude, to have her fetching drinks on her day off.

Was he having a good time? Remus wasn’t sure. He wasn’t having a bad time, and he was far from bored. “Well, even if I wasn’t enjoying myself, I am now.” Grinning, Remus spread his arm out, a little too far in the crowded bar, as an invitation for a hug. “It’s great to see you!”

#ofmxkinnons

stagsandstars:

James never passed up an opportunity to throw a party. He especially never passed up an opportunity to party with his friends. Of course he ended up at his best friend’s birthday party. He was already several cocktails in, trying to feel a bit fancy this evening. James probably should be watching how much he drank and how much he was spending, but he figured that was a problem for tomorrow. Besides, it was his friend’s birthday.

“I’m having the worst time. You really should come dance with me or you’ll break my heart,” he teased. “Or better yet, you should go ask that muggle girl over there to dance. I’ve been watching her watch you all night.”

Remus glanced over his shoulder, just in time for the girl to immediately duck and pretend like she hadn’t been staring. Remus felt his face growing even warmer - in a flush he would absolutely blame on drunkenness if James called him on it - as he turned back around, resting his chin on the bar in front of him.

“I think you’re more my type than she is, mate.” He wasn’t quite ready to speak his second deep, dark secret, even to his closest friends, but the alcohol made him feel brave enough to tiptoe close to it. Maybe it would end up coming out, by the end of the night? “Besides, how do you know it’s me she’s looking at, and not you? You’re the handsome one, remember?”

#stagsandstars

evanslilym:

Lily laughed and threw her own arm over his shoulder, pulling him closer. “That’s me, Lily ‘Barking Mad’ Evans. How do you think I agreed to this?” she joked, waving the ring on her finger in front of his face. She knew, of course, that Remus in his wolf form could likely be a very frightening thing, but knowing the truth had never changed the way she looked at him, and she doubted that anything could.

She sighed wistfully. “Do you miss it?” she asked. “School, I mean. Things seem so much more complicated now. I miss when exams and prefect duties were the biggest things we had to worry about.” Of course, the shadow of war had loomed over them even at Hogwarts, but there had been a certain distance from it that was gone now.

“Yes, I do.” His feelings about adult life were a lot more complicated, and maybe that made it easy to be nostalgic about school, but Remus still woke up at least once a week, disappointed that he wasn’t in his familiar, four-poster bed. Hogwarts had been home for seven years, and now going home was impossible. No dingy flat would ever compare, even if Remus did ever manage to keep the same place for longer than a few months.

“I miss...” His hand clenched at his side, trying to grasp at the feeling he was trying to put into words. “I don’t know. Seeing all of the same people every day. Always knowing where my next meal was coming from. The library, the courtyard, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I really the prefect bathroom. And you, of course. James, Sirius and Peter - It was nice when we were all together under one roof.”

#evanslilym #ministry event001

pandoramortis:

–

Future fifth Beatle. Pandora looked over at him, cracking a smile. The muggle knowledge had come as a result of sneaking out of her home often and going into the nearest town, familiarizing herself with different records and books. The Beatles had been a favorite – before their breakup, that was.

She opened her mouth to respond, then hesitated, debating whether she was better off lying. He was nice enough, wasn’t he? And she could use a friend. She held her hand out, nodding. “Pandora Mortis. We were in the same class. You were a Gryffindor, weren’t you? Always ran around with the other two, Black and Potter?”

Remus shook her hand, his grip firm. Somewhere along the line, a relative - faceless and nameless, in his fading childhood memories - had commented about his limp handshake; it makes you seem fruity, boy. It was a ridiculous comment to make to a child, and a decade later Remus was well aware, but the insecurity, and the fear of giving away an intimate secret to a complete stranger, lingered into adulthood. “Yes, that’s right. Ran around is probably the kindest way I’ve ever heard anyone say got into trouble.

“But... I’m afraid I don’t remember you.” He felt a little awkward, suddenly, and his hand retreated into his pocket. Remus liked to think he was good at remembering people, and he rarely struggled with learning new names and faces. It is going to be very embarrassing, he thinks, if this was not their first introduction. “Though, if you weren’t in Gryffindor, and my friends and I weren’t bothering you with our antics, that’s... probably a good thing, I’d wager. What house were you in?”

#pandoramortis

Location: a muggle bar in Soho, London Open

The birthday boy doesn’t buy his own drinks, someone had told him, though between the three - going on four, as soon as the bartender finished up his next White Russian - cocktails, the loud chatter and the even louder music, Remus didn’t really remember who.

Tipsy and antsy, inhibitions mostly blocked by alcohol, Remus looked over at the person standing next to him, and grinned. “Enjoying the party?”

#ministry starter #alcohol for ts #☽ open starter

marcusmvkinnon:

The newspapers had at least kept his name out of everything, but he’d been so young at the time of his attack that he’d registered before he realized what it meant. He knew he had to deal with lycanthropy for the rest of his life, but he didn’t want it to change anything. Remus had been dealing with this stuff way longer than him. He didn’t know what he was supposed to be doing or how he was supposed to act now.

“Right. Shopping. Because we’re at a… market. So you’re shopping. Of course.” He looked around at all the people. Somehow it was strange to know that he was probably one of the most dangerous people here. “Erm…” he looked at the little unicorn figure again. “Things are fine. They’re great.” That was as much as he could say. “All things considered, I mean.” He paid the booth’s owner for the figure and stuffed it into his pocket. “Can’t complain.”

“All things considered...” Remus parroted back, nodding at the clerk. He felt a little guilty, loitering without buying anything, and it’s so unlike him, to not find some odd little knickknack to take home. It was difficult to take any pleasure in impulsive shopping, when they were trying to have a serious conversation.

Trying and failing; this booth was far too crowded, and subtlety wasn’t getting them anywhere.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” He asked abruptly. “Somewhere we can talk more privately?”

#marcusmvkinnon

wolfdogsirius:

—

Merlin. Sirius couldn’t believe his ears– it’d been Remus all along, and he’d never suspected? And worse, Remus hadn’t told him. There was potentially a whole exploding spell out there that he could have been playing with for years, and Remus hadn’t told him about it.

“Betrayal of the highest order,” he said, though he could hardly stop himself from laughing. “This whole damn time? You’ve got to be kidding me; I spent the rest of school buying ink by mail order because of you! i threw Peter’s shoes into the lake over that! It took me a week to get the ink out of my jacket!”

“I’m sorry!” Remus’ shoulders slouched, as if the years-old guilt was physically pressing down on him. He’d forgotten about poor Peter, and his shoes. He tried to put the whole thing behind him as quickly as possible, honestly; he couldn’t even remember the last time he thought about it. “The whole thing spun out of control so fast - I know, I should have owned up to it sooner.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck. Buying Peter a new pair of shoes was suddenly at the top of his to-do list, but he could only think of one way to make it up to Sirius. “... I can show you how I did it, if you like. I’m sure I still have the notes stuffed in a trunk somewhere.”

#wolfdogsirius

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