Small snippet of a Wolfstar Summer WIP I'm writing: Let me know what you guys think!
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The Summer We Fell.
Sirius' room was the complete opposite of James', everything was perfectly organized, not a single item out of place. The closet didn't have a door at all and only contained one leather jacket on the hangers.
The desk had a picture frame with a photo of the four of them, and a picture of just Remus and Sirius sitting beside it. There were posters of motercycles and muggle rock bands alined neatly on the wall above his bed.
"Woah." Peter laughed, spinning in a circle, "Dude your room is so clean."
Sirius scratched the back of his neck, "Kinda." He shrugged.
Remus carefully let go of his hand, walking towards the desk to pick up the photo of the two of them
"Oh, that's nothing-" He started, reaching for it. Remus got it first, he froze when he realised what it was,
"This was the day we went to hogsmeade together for the first time." He whispered. Sirius let his hand fall as Remus looked back up at him, "You kept this?"
Sirius shrugged again, "I keep everything, you know that." His voice was quiet.
Peter and James watched the exchange with wide eyes.
"Yeah, but this." He repeated, lifting the photo, "And it's on your desk."
"It was the start of a tradition, Moons. What can I say?" He laughed. It didn't sound like his normal laugh, the one that was full of energy and chaos. It was a gentle sound, nervous and hopeful.
In the picture they were embraced, holding each other close as they danced in the three broomsticks. Remus looked at the picture again and couldn't help his smile, he never realised how happy he looked in that photograph.
"I'm going to go help my mum with dinner. Wormy, you coming?" James asked quietly, not so subtly trying to give them their space.
"It was one of the best days of my life back then." Sirius mumbled after they'd left, taking a step closer and pointing at their table in the background, "You ordered my drink for me without even hesitating."
"Yeah, I mean it's complicated but you always get the same thing, it's hard not to." Remus laughed.
Sirius shook his head, "James and I have been friends for seven years and he still doesn't remember it exactly."
They locked eyes again, something intense passed through them, Remus wasn't sure if he just imagined it.
"You pay attention, Moons. It's something I-" Sirius stopped and decided against whatever it was he was going to say, "Something I admire you for." He said instead.
"That's something I admire about you too." Remus said honestly.
"Moony! Padfoot! Dinner's ready!" James called, his voice sounding hilariously similar to his mother's.
"We should go." Remus whispered, taking a step back and setting the photo back down, "Thank you for always being there for me."
Sirius bowed his head slightly, "Thank you for letting me."
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Hopefully you enjoyed! If you want to read any of my full works my AO3 link is in my description :)
Lots of Love,
-Sriracha.
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NOT MY ART WISH IT WERE BUT IT AINT
Remus: I wish he liked me
Sirius, who is awake just pretending to sleep to not do his essay:
Remus hearing his heart beat speed up: YOUR NOT SLEEPING!?!
Sirius: suprise?
Remus panicking:
Sirius: wait what makes you think I don't like you
Remus:
Sirius:
Remus:
James from the dorm: JUST SHAG ALREADY
Peter also from the dorm room: Take your own advise and shag Regulus....
Sirius:
James:
Sirius: WHaT dO yoU mEAn RegUluS?
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James, running late to class: Sorry, professor, I'm late. My alarm clock didn't go off.
Everyone in the classroom staring at him:
Professor Flitwick: Nice of you to join us, Mr. Potter.
James, walking to his seat next to Sirius:
Sirius, staring holes at the back of James' head:
Professor Flitwick, turning around to resume his lesson, but just before he adds: I'd advise you you don't mistake your uniform with someone else's next time you're running late.
James, clueless: What? *then, whispering to Sirius* What?
Sirius, shooting daggers at him: Prongs. Who's Slytherin tie is this?
James, blinking, and slowly looking down at the green tie he's wearing, before looking up sheepishly: Haha, you're not going to belive this—
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