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𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: A Masterlist — 1960s-2010s

An open offer for oc x oc interactions for all of my HP OCs and the types of relationships that they’re open for! This also functions as a masterlist for my Hogwarts dorms. In addition, everyone featured will only get one tag to avoid breaking the post.

Interactions for ocs born between the 1870s & 1950s can be found here.

The preference is for mutuals and the ability to slip it the (few) storylines. If any of them strike your interest, please comment, reblog, send an ask, or DM and specify with the OCs’ names.

Extra Info:

Total Number of OCs: 18

Number of OCs Open for Dormmates: 12

Number or OCs Open for Friendships: 16

Number of OCs Open for Love Interests: 1

Eras: HPHM, Golden, HPMA, Next Gen

𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈

Huck Fitzgerald

b. november 28, 1972 | saggitarius

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | entp | enneagram type 6w7

in a different universe than the ruth & the o’donnells

a little more removed from the drama of ‘R’ and the cursed vaults

an orphan and raised by his aunt and uncle from the age of 5

traveled quite extensively with his aunt and uncle who are both in fields related to archeology and therefore knows how to hold a very basic conversation in a few different languages

more of a cat person than a dog person

makes friends easily, although most aren’t close friends

healer to stay-at-home dad to ancient studies professor at hogwarts

Love Interest:

Dorm: Huck | Rohan Khanna | Diego Caplan | Reid Van de Lune (kc-and-co) | Marty Raymond (@hogwartsmysteryho)

Open for: Friendships

Ruth Lyman

b. july 17, 1973 | cancer

not involved very much in the cursed vaults, she works more as a background character like levi kidd

raised by her father and her grandmother in a bakery in dublin, ireland

a quieter soul who spends time alone but enjoys being with other people

a literature nerd

works as a tutor for the younger students while at hogwarts and for a few years between the end of hogwarts and the start of the wizarding world

a children’s book author and later, the charms professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Conor O’Donnell

Dorm: Ruth | Badeea Ali | Tulip Karasu | Isabelle Dubois (@endlessly-cursed) | Lyse Spindle (@magicallymalted)

Open for: Friendships

Ryan O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

gryffindor | half-blood | irish | esfp | enneagram type 8w7

the firstborn quadruplet, although the second born child

chaotic disaster quad

most involved in the cursed vaults mystery

“i hate mysteries, they need to be solved” vibes

the rolling stones over the beatles any day

impulsive and kind and someone that you can count on

puts on a front that he’s always brave and has everything together

has a bit of a reputation for causing trouble

plays chaser on the gryffindor team and has a friendly rivalry with his sister, cara

cursebreaker

Love Interest: Penny Haywood

Dorm: Ryan | Ash Khanna | Ben Copper | Jae Kim | Charlie Weasley

Open for: Friendships

Cara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

slytherin | half-blood | irish | enfp | enneagram type 8

the second born quadruplet and the third of five siblings

disaster bi quad

chaotic and messy, but she’s still put together

enjoys quidditch and skateboarding, but no other sports

plays chaser on the slytherin quidditch team and has a friendly rivalry with her brother, ryan

artist who eventually becomes an illustrator

Love Interest: Rowan Khanna

Dorm: Cara | Ismelda Murk | Merula Synde | Liz Tuttle | Semele Thorne (endlessly-cursed)

Open for: Friendships

Sara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

hufflepuff | half-blood | irish | esfj | enneagram type 2

third born quadruplet and the fourth of five siblings

soft sweetheart quad

has a tendency to put others’ problems and needs ahead of her own

always willing to lend a hand, especially to her friends

would say that tonks is her best friend

worked in the hospital wing in her sixth and seventh years

was named prefect in her fifth year

not the most invested in the vaults, but she’s going to help out her siblings

healer

Love Interest: Barnaby Lee

Dorm: Sara | Nymphadora Tonks | Penny Haywood | Rowan Khanna | Chiara Lobosca

Open for: Friendships

Conor O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | istp | enneagram type 5

youngest quadruplet and child

least involved in the cursed vaults mystery and is fully done by his sixth year

honestly, he’s usually just here because of his siblings

keeps to himself and hard to get to know

stutters and because of this, he doesn’t speak much and deals with feelings of fear, shame, and aniexty

also swears like a sailor and has no shame about it

plays seeker for the ravenclaw quidditch team

really good at nonverbal magic

architect

Love Interest: Ruth Lyman

Dorm: Conor | Talbott Winger | Andre Egwu | Victor Ketsueki | OPEN

Open for: 1 dormmate

𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚂

Camila Valdez

b. september 19, 1979 | virgo

second of five children

attended hogwarts in the same years as harry & co.

silently beefs with draco malfoy because she thinks he’s an insufferable jerk

named prefect in her fifth year and headgirl in her seventh (much to her immense surprise)

becomes the astronomy professor in 2004, at the age of 24

is helping to raise her two youngest siblings, amada and joaquin who were both born in 2000

she’s a fair professor, willing to give out second chances to those who earn it

Love Interest:

Dorm: Camila | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, colleagues, 4 dormmates

Nicholas Wraxall

b. february 2, 1989 | aquarius

hogwarts professor (still not sure what exactly he teaches, what subjects don’t have ocs?) and head of hufflepuff

orphaned at the age of 12 and then adopted by an eccentric and wealthy pureblood wizard

gained a reputation for being the weird american kid during his time at hogwarts

played seeker while at hogwarts

worked as an auror for a few years before becoming a professor

became a professor by accident

his reputation as a professor is the hot professor that half the hogwarts student body has a crush on

totally oblivious to student crushes

either teaches muggle studies or flying

Love Interest: Frances Fersen (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Nicholas | Harker Hartford (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳

Finn MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

eldest of four boys with an identical twin brother

an avid photographer who is rarely seen without his camera

plays chaser while at hogwarts

someone who is good during a crisis, but terrible at handling the aftermath

kind and trustworthy but private and introverted

takes the big brother role pretty seriously, but not always the strongest with it

becomes a professional photographer and works for the daily prophet for about a decade before moving to free lance work

Love Interest: Scotty Rosier (@drinkyoursoupbitch)

Dorm: Finn | Efesto Vecellio (@nicos-oc-hell) | Duncan Ludwig (@usernoneexistent) | Jimmy Crouch (@potionboy3) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships

Nate MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

second of four children with an identical twin brother

soft, sweet, kind, sunshiny, big heart

massive history nerd and one of the few students who have never fallen asleep while binns is teaching

nate’s a great friend, but he doesn’t open up very much

usually wears his heart on his sleeve

often puts others ahead of himself

a bit of a people pleaser

archivist then historian and finally, history of magic professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Nova Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal)

Dorm: Nate | Quincey Alderly (gaygryffindorgal) | Conner Everett (@amerrymystery) | Zephyr Mercury (@slytherindisaster)

Open for: Friendships

Jack Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

reckless af and a bit of a trouble magnet

dyslexic

not a fan of quidditch, much to everyone’s surprise

he likes fishing, soccer/football, and hurling… and broom racing

has an identical twin brother

his recklessness is a result of abandonment issues as his parents disappeared when he was a baby and no one knew anything about it until about twenty years later

magiopalentologist

Love Interest: Sage Carridan (@kc-and-co)

Dorm: Jack | Maxim Raeburn (potionboy3) | Levi Vecellio (nicos-oc-hell) | Isander Yaxley (gaygryffindorgal) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

Benedict Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

prefers to spend his free time in the outdoors

he has abandonment issues and thus, doesn’t let himself have too many close relationships

very hard to get know

goes by “ben” sometimes, but absolutely hates being called “benny”

tends to bottle up his emotions

he ends up joining the frog choir by accident

plays seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team

he starts his working life as an archivist before being hired as the curator to the scamamder wizarding natural history museum in london

Love Interest: Lottie Turner

Dorm: Benedict | Marco Han (magicallymalted) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Thea Whitten

b. may 29, 1997 | gemini

the middle of three sisters, both of whom are muggles

thea’s an avid baker

she’s the cousin of jack and benedict, whom her parents are raising

her mother passed away when she was thirteen

shows her love via flowers

she has a big heart and is soft but chaotic

she plays beater on the gryffindor quidditch team

herbologist who later owns her own florist shop

Love Interest: Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Dorm: Thea | Mary Ann Von Dynne (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

Sophie Pembroke

b. january 7, 2000 | capricorn

eldest of three with a younger brother, rhys, in hufflepuff and a younger sister, emmy, in gryffindor

her mother died when she was nine and then her father had a stroke when she was sixteen

tends to keep to herself, although she doesn’t mind other people’s company

tea lover

plays keeper on the ravenclaw quidditch team

stubborn, sarcastic, and doing her best but feeling like she’s failing herself and everyone else

descendant of max pembroke through his son, harry, and william devlin through his daughter, lucy

inherited max’s cat allergy

wandmaker

Love Interest: Luke Battersea

Dorm: Sophie | Victoire Weasley | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Luke Battersea

b. july 21, 2000 | cancer

youngest of five by quite a bit

sole survivor of the attack that killed his parents and older siblings when he was six

grief-ridden and generally kinda of angry

acts like everything is no big deal and that he’s cool with it, but really, he’s got a lot going on

grumpy old man energy

dog lover and a star wars nerd

plays seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team

obsessed with finding the truth about why his parents were murdered

great-grandson of simon battersea, through his son, oliver, and edmund kennedy, through his daughter, cecilia

Love Interest: Sophie Pembroke

Dorm: Luke | Joaquin Valdez | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Declan O’Donnell-Lee

b. september 1, 2001 | virgo

eldest son and second of four children born to sara o’donnell and barnaby lee which also makes him the second oldest of the ten o’donnell cousins

dyslexic

the odd one out amongst his family

sports boy through and through

plays seeker for the slytherin quidditch team and is eventually named captain of the team

dog lover

plays quidditch professionally as a seeker for the ballycastle bats

Love Interest: Callie Black (@mjs-oc-corner)

Dorm: Declan | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Quinn Power

b. december 1, 2004/5 | sagittarius

middle of five children with two older brothers, kevin and jason, a younger brother named orion, and a younger sister named cassidy

a werewolf who was bitten at the age of five after his parents accidentally angered a werewolf

plays beater for the slytherin quidditch team

demisexual and biromantic

angry in general, mostly at himself

grumpy loner

descendant of minerva kennedy

career is tbd

Love Interest: Open

Dorm: Quinn | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: A love interest of any gender, friendships, and 4 dormmates

Jude Cozens

b. june 13, 2002-2005 | gemini

gryffindor | muggleborn | american or canadian | ixxx

hockey obsessed

doesn’t know who his father is

moves to the uk because his mother got married

angry about the move to the uk and very disappointed by the lack of hockey

has played ice hockey since he was little, he plays center

highly allergic to bees, so he carries an epi-pen

heterosexual

very new and undeveloped, plus his name might end up changing (previously nico, now jude)

Love Interest: Noor Verna-Dhendron (@legilimenace)

Dorm: Jude | Scott Morris (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

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forbidden-forest-witch · 1 year

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Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 10: Unavoidable

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

Word Count: 4.8K

"That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt" -John Green

"I reckon you've all seen this?", Moody tosses the Daily Prophet onto the kitchen table. The front page features a mugshot and article of Sturgis Podmore, detailing his arrest after trespassing in the Ministry. It happened a week prior, the night after Remus and Brigitte shared the kiss.

"Someone put him under the Imperius curse. He was on guard with strict orders to not go in. None of you go in the Department of Mysteries alone". Moody's Magic eye swivels in his head.

"So, what exactly is the prophecy he's guarding?", Brigitte asks hoping to get more insight into what the weapon is that Voldemort seeks.

"Nothing that concerns you", Moody deadpans. Remus pats Brigitte's shoulder when she slumps in the chair.

"What'll happen to Podmore?", Hestia Jones asks.

"He's got six months in Azkaban. There's nothing we can do", Kingsley says grimly. Sirius shifts uncomfortably in his seat from the mention of the prison. Brigitte reaches under the table for Fleur's hand, who is present for her first Order meeting.

"He knows the risks ... We'll need his assignments covered. Lupin and Moreau– Gus. You two will take his overnight shifts at the Ministry. Brigitte and Miss Delacour will fill his place during the day. Weasley is going to have to start sharing you during the day", Moody orders, making Bill blush.

"Snape? Heard anything from their side regarding Podmore?", Moody asks.

"Malfoy executed the Imperius curse to get him into the Department of Mysteries. However, their plan was obviously thwarted. The Dark Lord will deliberate his plan of attack before another attempt. The prophecy is his top priority".

"CONSTANT VIGILANCE".

Kingsley requests the Advanced Guard stay behind to discuss more about this desired mystery weapon. Tonks, Fleur, and Brigitte find refuge in her bedroom. Fleur makes herself comfortable on Brigitte's pillows, curling her fingers around an unlit cigarette.

"A little help, sissy?". Brigitte eyes the tip of the rolled paper to ignite it.

"I told Remus I need to practice my magic. This is not what I meant", she giggles, taking out a joint from her underwear drawer.

"You simply need to adjust it some. You've never used it to defend yourself, not against such dangerous people", Fleur says, puffing away. Brigitte falls belly-first into her bed and takes a long drag.

She hands it to Tonks who graciously accepts. "Same goes for me. Moody says I need to work on not being so clumsy, or I'll never get by disguising as other people". She inhales the stimulant and leans back on Brigittte's armoire.

"If it wasn't a challenge, everyone could do it; and if it wasn't a risk, everyone would do it. That's what I told myself everyday after I was picked for the tournament", Fleur says confidently.

"You were a total badass in that, by the way, and flawless in every picture they printed", Tonks admires.

"Not all of us are blessed with such genetics", Brigitte chirps before taking another puff of marijuana. She stares at the joint, making it float to Fleur.

"It was pretty obvious in that meeting that Mr Bill Weasley would like a slice of those genetics". Tonks snickers, taking the joint from the flustered French girl, "and girl to girl, Bill is definite boyfriend material. Molly raised him right. I was school friends with his brother Charlie".

"I wish I could say the same about Gus, Tonks. My Maman tried her best. Three out of four successes isn't bad though". Brigitte smiles mischievously.

"Oh, Brigitte stop! Gus is a different man since moving here. He was in his final year when I began Beauxbâtons. He was what you call ... nerd?", Fleur quips. Brigitte scoffs and nods her head dramatically.

"Nerd is an understatement ... we weren't the biggest friend magnets. It wasn't a secret around school that our brother and Papa have lycanthropy. Gus studied a lot, ignored people".

"You both still partied plenty", Fleur cackles, obviously feeling the marijuana's effects. "You had some memorable moments. The perks of being insanely beautiful. People want to be around us".

"Fleur ... Tonks is a new friend. Try to fake some humility, huh?", Brigitte side eyes her.

"Nah. Never change Fleur".

"Thank you, Nymphadora ... we should go on a double date! You and Bill can be the tour guides ... sorry, Britt", Fleur cringes.

"For what? I don't want to go on a date with my brother". Tonks and Fleur glance at each other knowing not to push her. They discuss date ideas for the approaching cool weather, their voices fading into the background as Brigitte thinks about her kiss and tragically unknown future with Remus Lupin.

─── . ˚*☆ ☾ ☆*˚ . ───

Who she sees very little of the next couple weeks. Podmore's arrest really takes a toll on the Order, with them covering his shifts and Kingsley trying to find a way to get him released early. With opposite schedules, Brigitte and Remus barely have a proper conversation until the day of Sirius' birthday when they meet Moody at the house they already surveyed.

Brigitte is determined to make a move. She's tired of the dead-end flirting, and she knows the painfully shy and self-loathing Remus will never make a move. Although his touch and stare linger on her, that first kiss is the only one they've shared.

"You walk the block and keep your eyes open, Lupin and I are going in", Moody tells Brigitte as they stand on the roof's edge.

"Pardon?! I can come in too and–"

"No", the men say synchronously. Remus offers an apologetic shrug before disapparating. Brigitte curses under her breath, leisurely walking down the safe Muggle street. She circles the block, noticing some questionable men lurking on a nearby stoop, but nothing unusual. When she rounds the corner, Moody abruptly grasps her arm and takes them back to the safe spot overlooking the neighborhood.

"This location is secured. The property has been taken over by muggles, no traces of magic anywhere", Moody informs her. "You'll get your next location soon. Kingsley is currently updating the list of properties".

"Yes sir. Would you like to come back to Grimmauld Place with us? It's Sirius' birthday", Brigitte invites him.

"No. I'm going to inspect those men you weren't going to tell me about", Moody looks at her accusingly before disappearing with a loud CRACK.

"So now I have to report every creepy man I pass? We're gonna be busy".

"That's Moody, for ya. Wait–do men bother you a lot?", Remus turns to her concern, a protective and slightly jealous heat percolating through his veins.

"I'm fine, Remus. C'mon, I have to help Molly prep for the party". She sticks her hand out and he intertwines their fingers so they can Apparate home...

Which is totally transformed by the evening.

"You really didn't have to do all this!", Sirius beams as he walks into the kitchen with Arthur and Bill. He looks around at the red and gold streamers hung from the kitchen ceiling, lit by floating candles that are reflecting in his moist eyes.

Tonks is the first to hug her cousin, with Gus lingering behind her to shake his hand, followed by a kiss on the cheek from Brigitte and Molly. Fleur puts a cone party hat on his head and Remus hands him a glass of fire whiskey. Sirius hadn't smiled so big in ages his cheeks ache.

They toast to his good health and soon proclaimed innocence, and dig into the decadent spread. It's all Sirius' favorites: a rack of lamb with roasted fall vegetables and mashed potatoes. A love-filled birthday meal he's never experienced before in this house.

"You've never made any of us a dinner this nice...", Bill mumbles to his mother, picking up his third bread roll.

"Well deary, don't celebrate the next fifteen birthdays and I promise to do something special for you", she smiles sarcastically.

"I make you whatever you want, my love", Fleur assures him, sensually touching his arm. Mrs. Weasley purses her lips, rethinking Bill's next birthday dinner.

"I like the decorations. It's nice to have some color in here", Remus compliments, earning a serene smile from Brigitte. They're squished together at the end of the table, whispering and watching Sirius soak up the moment.

"Thanks, Rem. It was fun, we put up most of the streamers without magic, made the cake like muggles too! Sometimes it's fun to do things with intention and care".

"I think we should keep the streamers up, everyday. Livens up the room, yeah?". Remus waves his hands around, motioning to the monochromatic style.

Brigitte cocks her head and smiles playfully, "I think we'll be lucky if Kreacher doesn't rip down every piece by morning. I'll redecorate for your birthday...".

"And that's why I'll never tell you when it is", he says playfully.

"Ha! You think I don't have my resources?".

"Meaning, Sirius?".

"Oh, hush", Brigitte shoves his arm, feeling his tense biceps. Finishing her champagne, Brigitte pushes her chair out. Remus assists her to stand, and his heart palpitates when she runs her fingers across his knuckles.

"I'll be right back!". Brigitte retrieves the birthday cake from the pantry. The 36 candles light up as she returns to the kitchen. The French girls and a reluctant Gus sing Happy Birthday in their mother tongue, and Sirius makes the longest birthday wish history.

"I hope you like it. It tastes better than it looks", Brigitte laughs at the lopsided mess.

Her sweet, bubbly giggle makes a tingling sensation erupt behind Remus' belly button. The kindness she shows everyone makes his heart skip a beat. She is the light of 12 Grimmauld Place and the reason he feels nervous but simultaneously peaceful every time he walks through the front door. That's why he doesn't understand how someone so bright would look at him twice.

After second helpings of cake, Arthur and Molly leave, and the younger crowd continues the party upstairs. Sirius puts on the Ramones and dances around with the girls while Remus, Bill, and Auguste sit around with their drinks; the latter two dominating the conversation with talk about goblin business. The werewolf turns his gaze once again to Brigitte, hopping around barefoot on the ripped rug, in a curve-hugging dress.

"Hey ho, let's go! Hey ho, let's go!", she sings with Sirius, cheeks flushed and hair sticking to their sweaty foreheads. Brigitte feels Remus' eyes on her and he looks away when she finds him, but not quickly enough. She saunters to him, towering over the scruffy man. Remus looks up at her over the rim of his glass, noticing her outreached hand.

"Oh– after I finish the drink?", he stutters. Brigitte quirks an eyebrow, leaning forward and wrapping her fingers around the glass. She brings it to her lips and downs the brown liquid without batting an eye.

"All done", Brigitte says innocently, pulling Remus from the couch. Auguste rolls his eyes at his sisters flirtations and takes a shot with Bill before they too join the mini dance party.

It’s like a mosh pit, mainly because of Sirius throwing his fists around as he jumps around and screams “its my Brithday!”. It’s a joy to see him in a happier mood. He takes turns dancing with everyone and drunkley kisses the girls cheeks. And of course, Remus and Brigitte try to stay close on the makeshift dance floor.

After an unknown number of whiskey and champagne bottles, vinyl changes and toe injuries, the visiting couples all but collapse on the floor. "Thank Merlin we just have to apparate", Tonks groans with all her body weight against Gus.

"Lucky I'm sober enough to do it". He pushes her onto Fleur and the two brace against each other on their way out. Sirius drunkenly bids a goodnight and drags himself to his room on the top floor.

Brigitte takes the Queen vinyl and slides it back in its sleeve. She puts out the fire and when she turns around Remus is still standing closely with his hands in his pockets. He gives her a small smile and a quiet, "Goodnight", but going against his better judgement he doesn't step away from her.

Brigitte looks up through her thick eyelashes and wishes him good night while caressing his rough, scarred hand. She glances at his mouth and then his eyes, biting her lip and giving him a expecting look.

"We can't, Britt", he says regretfully when she rises up on her tip toes. Brigitte takes half a step forward, her hands moving to his shoulders.

"You said that last time, Remus", she whispers.

"And I meant it... Look, I'm damaged. I'm old, poor, and I've never had a future. You- You're the brilliant woman I've ever met, and you have your whole life ahead of you... I'd ruin that. I'd ruin you. It's different here, we're not in France... You have no idea how much I want this, but it'd be incredibly selfish of me...", he mutters, avoiding eye contact and carefully taking her hands off his shoulders.

Brigitte's face and heart crumble at his harsh words. "Remus, that's such a foolish thing to say! You'd never ruin anything; y-you've made my time here infinitely better! And you're not old or damaged or any of those other things. You're kind, smart, handsome, and I feel lucky to have you in my life... I treasure love and friendships over everything, especially material things like money... I know you feel our connection too. Why can't you let yourself be happy, Remus?", she says with her voice cracking.

"Because I dont deserve it; and I don't deserve you. You'd eventually see that. I'm sorry for letting this go on as long as it did. Just, please ...", he trails off, physically aching from rejecting her.

Realizing there's nothing she can say to change his mind, Brigitte cups his cheek. She leans forward to make him look her in the eyes one last time and gives him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. Then she turns and runs to her bedroom before he can see the tears rolling down her plump, freckled cheeks.

Remus stares at the floor where Brigitte was standing, listening to her receding footsteps and feeling as though his heart was ripped from his chest. 'You're kind, smart, handsome, and I feel lucky to have you in my life'... SHE feels lucky to have YOU and you push her away as fast as you can. You're a fucking Idiot!'.

The sound of her heartbroken voice plays in his head on repeat, making him rapidly blink away the moisture stinging his eyes as he stands in that dark room alone.

─── . ˚*☆ ☾ ☆*˚ . ───

Brigitte is able to keep the incident to herself for almost two weeks. She shadows Death Eaters and watches Diagon Alley with Order members who aren't big on small talk, organizes Sirius' personal testimony for whenever they have Pettigrew, and spends most evenings in her room drawing. Remus is coming home late again, and for the first time the two sit apart during the Order meetings.

It's not until her schedule crosses with Fleur that Brigitte can no longer pretend like nothing happened. They're under an invisibility charm together, stealthily walking the Knockturn Alley rooftops. Creepy characters lurk in the shadows on the street, but no Death Eaters or suspicious activity coming from Borgin and Burkes.

"I can't take it anymore. What happened?", Fleur asks.

"With what?", Brigitte tries to play dumb.

"I know you. It takes a lot to upset you. What did he say?".

"Who?".

"Dammit woman you know what I'm talking about-- Oh look, Malfoy's going into that store". They silently watch for a few moments until the wizard walks out empty-handed.

"We'll tell Moody he's still involved in this sketchy stuff. Now back to you and Remus", Fleur says, more interested in her friend's boy troubles than the browsing Death Eater.

"There is no me and Remus. He made that quite clear", Brigitte spits.

"Mon Dieu", Fleur frowns. She looks over to the sunset beyond the city skyline. "Come. Moody said we're finished at nightfall". She apparates Brigitte to the cousin's flat she's living in. It's a townhouse that takes half a block. The floors are marble and the crown molding is mahogany. Heavenly frescos adorn the high ceilings.

"I'm the only one here. Family is safari-ing in Africa, then spending the winter in Morocco", Fleur explains. She prances to the bar and Brigitte slumps onto a fluffy satin couch.

Fleur gives her a glass of cognac and clinks their crystal together. Brigitte gulps the entirety of the drink.

"I kissed him", she says, making Fleur choke on her drink. "I kissed him and he rejected me".

"Oh, sissy. Men are idiots", Fleur rests her head on Brigitte's shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?".

"I really don't. I've been successfully burying my feelings thus far". So instead, they chain smoke cigarettes and lie on the living room floor, watching the enchanted, floating flower petals that Brigitte conjured above them. She points her finger, twirling it in circles to make the petals whirl around like a tornado.

Which does elate her somewhat, but all the sadness she feels from the rejection and vulnerability she showed Remus comes hurling back once she's in Grimmauld Place; though it's only for a moment to change her dress. Fleur had insisted they go out for the night, and Brigitte's day attire is certainly not welcome in the upscale clubs Fleur frequents.

Brigitte finds a sullen Sirius alone in the kitchen, once again throwing insults at Kreacher.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault Remus is not coming around. He hates me. Maybe I stay with Fleur?"

"Absolutely not. Moony goes through these phases sometimes. I'm sure you've seen how hard it can get, his condition... What did he do?".

"He didn't tell you?", Brigitte asks surprised.

"Hell no. He's been avoiding me just as much as you".

"Oh ... Well– find a way to tell him I won't be home tomorrow. I'll stay with Fleur for the weekend. You shouldn't suffer because he doesn't want to be around me", Brigitte offers.

"Whatever he said, he didn't mean it", Sirius yells as she hurries to her bedroom. But Brigitte ignores the comment and gets ready for a night out on the Muggle town: a skin-tight black velvet dress with long sleeves and exposed back. She finishes the look with sheer stockings and combat boots.

"Fleur's gonna love this", she snickers. Hair without sheen and a chunky boot are the antithesis of fashion to the part Veela.

Brigitte runs down the stairs as quietly as a jungle cat stalking its prey, wanting to avoid another awkward moment with Sirius. She apparates to Fleur's block, where the French witch is already waiting outside smoking a skinny cigarette.

"This is exactly why I wanted to dress you ... let's go. With your pretty face, you'll still get in", she remarks, flicking the cigarette butt.

"Ugh! Rude! Where are we going anyway?". Fleur takes her arm and Apparates them to the rich part of town.

It's a nightclub called Noir. Very fitting for Fleur. The girls skip the long line, and waltz right in like they own the place. An upbeat remix blasts over the speakers, so loud Brigitte can feel the bass vibrating throughout her body. Tall, beautiful people fill up the space, and Brigitte realizes Fleur wasn't making a hyperbolic insult at her outfit. High-end designer logos are seen in every direction.

Fleur speaks into an waitress' ear, an intimidatingly beautiful woman who takes them to the only empty seats at the bar.

The bartender looks bored, raising his eyebrow instead of asking what they'd like to drink. Fleur lifts up two fingers and shouts, "Courvoisier Cognac!".

That's the last thing Brigitte remembers ...

They sway their bodies together in the middle of the dance floor, unintentionally seducing the entire room. Brigitte let's the music guide her, no thoughts in her head. Their hair are tangled messes from the erratic movements, mascara already smudged and drinks sloshed on their dresses.

A few more songs later, a hand much larger than Fleur's finds its way around Brigitte's waist. She turns abruptly and makes eye contact with a very handsome Muggle. A young man, no older than herself, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. His hair is more gelled than Brigitte usually likes, but there's no denying his attractiveness. He looks like he stepped out of a Hugo Boss ad she's seen plastered everywhere, with his almond eyes and round lips.

When she doesn't push away his touch, the man takes Brigitte's hand and leads her in a dance. His leg slowly finds its between hers as she grinds her hips. He moves in sync, masterfully finishing his cocktail without any dripping down his chin. When the song fades into a new one, he leans to her ear, brushing her hair away before speaking.

"I'm Victor. I'd love to buy you a drink?", he asks with a smile, exposing his pearly white teeth. Brigitte glances at Fleur, but she's too preoccupied with her own dance partner. She keeps the man at an arm's distance apart, despite his attempts to get a better hold of her hips.

"I'm Brigitte", she says with a barely noticeable slur once they approach the bar.

"Beautiful name, beautiful girl. What would you like to drink, Love?".

"Whatever you're having". Victor smirks and turns to the bartender, who passes them each a glass of warm amber liquid. Brigitte takes a sip and violently cringes at the foul taste. Somehow Muggle whiskey is worse than the stuff Sirius and Remus drink.

Remus. It's the first time the lycanthrope has crossed her mind all night. Brigitte shakes her head, pushing it away. She takes a large gulp of the drink, hoping it will make her feel good like the cognacs did not so long ago.

"You from around here, Brigitte?", Victor asks, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"No. France. I'm working here temporarily. Same goes for my friend", she says gesturing to Fleur.

"Well, I could listen to you all night", Victor purrs before downing his beverage. "Watching you dance was quite nice too. Care to rejoin our friends?". He offers his hand, which Brigitte takes after another few sips of alcohol. She notices how smooth this white-collared man's skin is compared to Remus'. Not a stubbly hair in sight, not that she minds the scruffy look.

She tries not to think about that either. Instead, trying to be in the moment, feeling Fleur brush up against her as they dance. She focuses on Victor's hands exploring her body, him pulling her close and brushing his nose against her neck. She can smell his expensive cologne. Brigitte clears her mind, dancing up against the hot stranger as he grips the curvature of her bum.

His fingers trail up, tracing her spine and around her neck until he's cupping her cheek. They both know what happens next. Brigitte turns her head slightly and raises her chin, letting his press his lips to her. They're soft and smooth and clearly experienced. Victor groans when he tastes Brigitte and softly squeezes her necks.

It's not a bad kiss at all ... but it's not Remus, and that realization hits Brigitte all at once. No amount of alcohol can make her forget that. She suddenly pulls away, pushing Victor's chest.

"I'm sorry", she whimpers as she clumsily pushes through the dance floor towards the exit. She ignores Fleur calling after her, not stopping until the cool, night air hits her skin. This behavior isn't like her at all. Getting hung up on some man, then using alcohol and other men as a distraction. She's not sure if Remus' rejection, or her response to it is more humiliating. Then again, she'd never consider Remus just "some man", and that's why it hurts so much.

"Britt! Brigitte, Love! You okay? Did that guy-"

"No, no it wasn't him. It's me. Fleur ... why does this suck so much?". She stumbles as they stand on the curb.

"Because you've fallen for Remus and you've never let yourself like a guy this much before. It double hurts when the person who rejects you doesn't want to". Fleur wraps her arm around Brigitte and hails a taxi. No way can they Disapparate when they're both this intoxicated.

"He is so stubborn ... but so smart and cute. And totally good enough for me! No matter what he says! Why does it have to be so complicated?!".

"So this is what happens when you get liquor drunk? You're much more refined on champagne", Fleur jokes as she helps Brigitte into the yellow car. After a silent ten minute drive, they arrive in front of 11 Grimmauld Place. Fleur drags a sleeping Brigitte out of the backseat and sits her on the stoop. She pays the driver and waits for him to leave before waving her wand to reveal Headquarters.

"I am not carrying you up the stairs", Fleur hisses. She opens the door and lets out a sigh of relief seeing the kitchen door illuminated, but who she finds isn't who she was expecting.

"Hey, Sirius can you– oh! Remus, hello ...", Fleur's greeting dies down upon seeing the lycanthrope alone in the kitchen.

"Fleur. Everything alright? Where's Brigitte?", he asks in a hurry. Fleur looks down at her shoes, the bright lights of the kitchen irritating her drunken eyes.

"She's fine, technically ... that's why I came in here, follow me". They march to the front door to find Brigitte slumped over on the steps.

"She's a light weight", Fleur giggles. Remus kneels down in front of Brigitte and sits her up.

"Hey, Brigitte. Can you stand up for me?", he asks. She mumbles incoherently.

"Thats what I thought", he sighs. Remus scoops Brigitte up with ease.

"Just put her to bed", Fleur instructs. "On her side so she doesn't choke ... and Remus? Stop fucking around with her". Fleur flicks her wand and takes the Knight Bus home. Remus looks down at Brigitte tucked into his chest as he climbs the many steps in Grimmauld Place. She nuzzles into his shirt and takes a deep breath.

"Smell... good", she mutters before passing out. Remus smiles sadly, kissing Brigitte's forehead and gently placing her into bed. He removes her shoes and pulls the covers up to her chin, praying she'll have no hangover or memory of him in the morning.

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After that night, Fleur demanded they get together for another small soiree to get Brigitte's mind off things. Or rather, to give them a chance to gossip about it.

"I stopped by the bank today and Fleur told me all about your fun night out ... lover boy still being hard-headed, huh?", Tonks inquires.

Brigitte glares at Fleur, "Remus was quite clear. 'I'll ruin you. I'm damaged, old, you're too good for me'; and he wouldn't listen to me. We haven't talked since", she says painfully, taking a hit of a joint. Fleur looks at her hands guiltily, having decided against telling Brigitte about Remus carrying her to bed.

"Oh, Britt, I'm sorry. I doubt he'll be able to resist you forever, though. The lycanthropy makes him stubborn", Tonks says trying to comfort her.

"Yeah! And if he doesn't come around then you gotta go for one of these Princes! That Edward is not so bad". The girls laugh at her dramatics. "That'll make Remus crazy jealous".

"What will?", Bill asks as he and Gus come inside from the small terrace smelling like burnt tobacco.

"Britt getting with one of your Muggle Princes".

"That'll be the day", Gus laughs. Brigitte shoots a spark from her fingertip to her brother's butt cheek, making him yelp like a poodle. "Ouch! You know I'm on your side! No Prince of Lupin better hurt ya".

"Aw, I think I might cry", Brigitte swoons, wiping away a fake tear. Coincidentally, on the other side of London, the two Marauders are sitting in the Grimmauld Place kitchen with their whiskeys, the room cold and dimm without Brigitte's lively energy.

"I can feel you looking at me, Pads", Remus groans, looking at his meat and potatoes.

Sirius shakes his head and throws down his fork, "I'm just wondering when you're going to tell me what happened ... I saw the way you two were. I saw the longing looks. Now- nothing".

Remus sighs and drops his head in shame, "Fine. She kissed me, Sirius ... I had to end it before she got hurt".

Sirius looks at him unimpressed, "You're telling me that incredible woman kissed you and you push her away? You don't think Britt can protect herself? And protect her from what!? You're supposed to be the smart one", he says flabbergasted.

Remus keeps his head down, too guilty to look at his friend, "it's better this way... She'll be glad one day that she didn't waste her time".

Sirius laughs at his self-depreciation, "Wow, Moony you belong in a Greek tragedy! I can't believe you- someone who accepts and understands your furry condition; loves the same nerdy shit? I told you not to ignore that... The last few weeks, she still asks me about you. You're worried about hurting her, you already have mate".

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