James, staring longingly at Regulus: He could kill me and I'd thank him.
Remus, not looking up from his book and 1000% done with hearing James pine: I'd thank him too.
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*after a Quidditch game*
James: We won!! Wasn't I fabulous darling??
Regulus: You were okay, can't criticise much
Remus: Wrong answer
Regulus: Huh?
James *sobbing his little heart out*: YOU DONT THINK IM FABULOUS????
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Remus: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?
Sirius whispering: why are there little handprints all over the walls
Harry whispering: because I have small hands
Sirius: Becuase he has small hands
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James and Sirius bugging the everloving shit out of Remus after he got his Prefect's badge by following him around and making siren noises.
"Watch out everyone, he's got to go stop ill-intentioned youths!"
"Oi, get out of the way! Moony has to catch the hooligans!"
"Prongs! Watch it! Merlin forbid, Moony could catch you making mischief!"
Meanwhile, Remus is the literal mastermind of 90% of their pranks.
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Harry: In my defence, I was left unsupervised.
Remus: Wasn't Sirius with you?
Sirius: In my defence, I was also left unsupervised.
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Sirius: I hardly see you anymore, you always want to spend time with him.
James: Pads...
Sirius: You've known him for two days and me for 10 years, but it's okay, fine.
Remus: Please tell me you're not talking about Harry again :)
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"I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me when we're alone"
"You're ashamed of me." Remus' voice is barely there but it's cold and unfamiliar. Sirius stops in the corridor and all of a sudden it's darker, the scars on Remus' skin glimmer in the low light. No one wrote a book on this, because if they did, Sirius would know. All that occupies his mind is this condition. It feels like a restraint around him, like a tough pill to swallow. Sirius still sees Remus, he still sees the quiet moments they've shared, he still feels his hands on his skin. What he can't help, however, is seeing his shadow in the shape of a wolf.
"You can hold my hand if no one's home."
Sirius reaches for his hand yet Remus makes no move towards him. "I could say the same to you. But I don't. I won't." He's still, illuminated in the lamp light, breathing heavily. “Only one of us is a monster, Remus. And it’s not you.” Rationally, Sirius knows the moon is only days away, that this is so much harder for Remus than it would ever be for him. This time it hangs over both of them. Remus’ footsteps echo away from Sirius. Sirius can’t help but feel like it’s unfair.
"Do you like it when I'm away?"
Sirius feels on edge the whole of the full moon. He sits by the window the whole night, praying for a glimpse or a howl. Something, anything to indicate that Remus, his Remus, was okay. He knows it’s one night. One night, twelve times a year. The condensation from his breath pearls on the glass, illuminated by the moonlight. Sirius feels like the moon is mocking him - I’ll always have him in a way you never will. And Sirius should feel guilty. He really should. But Remus is his, wolf be damned.
"If I went and hurt my body, baby, would you love me the same?"
Sirius wakes up at sunrise. He doesn’t know when he drifted off to sleep but he knows Remus will be back. So he runs. Remus is asleep, caressed by soft sheets he knows Madam Pomfrey has transfigured. He’s lightly bruised and a stitched up laceration graces his left forearm. Sirius can’t help but think he’s beautiful. Sirius always thinks Remus is beautiful. Radiant. Like the moon. He crawls into the bed, jostling Remus awake. He blinks slowly up at the other boy. Sirius holds his breath. Remus concedes. He always does with Sirius. He pulls him in by the waist, and they sleep. Silly boy. He thinks this is what he wants, but he does not understand how it will hurt.
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James: My alarm goes off at five in the morning. I get up without any complaints.
Remus: When my alarm goes off I throw it and go back to sleep. Night night bitch.
(A conversation I had with my teacher today.)
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Sirius: Have you thought of what to wear on your wedding yet?
Regulus: I don’t know, just a suit
Sirius: Just a s—no, if we’re doing this, if my brother is marrying my best friend, then we’re going to do it right. Okay? First, how about a white tuxedo? It’s a good color on you!
Regulus: I thought you have to be pure to wear white
Sirius: Yeah I gues——wait, what did you just say?
Regulus: I didn’t say anything
Sirius: Did you—did you mean...you’re not pure anymore? Did-so that means...
Regulus: Sirius, calm down, okay? It’s no big deal, it’s ok—No! Sirius! Come back here! Where are you going?
Sirius: To kill your groom!
Regulus: ...
Regulus: Alright I guess
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