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“i’m not dying.” ophelia said, looking at him. “i was just grabbing some bandaging for madame pomfrey.” she said. ophelia wanted to be a healer after she left hogwarts and she was started off by assisting madame pomfrey whenever she was able to. “after i run these to her, is there anything you need help with?” she asked. 

              “NOT DYING? GOOD,” wesley remarked dryly, “one less thing to worry about.” he reached into the cabinet and held out two fresh rolls of bandaging, finally looking back at ophelia. “here– if this is for that second year whose cauldron started the explosion, you’ll need two rolls.” assuming that ophelia would be leaving to deliver supplies to pomfrey, he focused his attention back on the supply cabinet. he started pulling out ingredients for the pepperup potion, noticing that their supply of mandrake root was low. he didn’t bother turning to look if ophelia was behind him again, or if she’d been corralled into doing something else. he simply raised his voice a bit and asked, “there’s not enough mandrake root for more than one potion here. we have a first year with a broken arm and some pepperup potions in need of brewing — which do you want?” anyone who knew him outside of the hospital wing only might be surprised how much he spoke while at work — unfortunately, communication was an important quality in a healer. 

to rabastan, minding one’s own business was key. what he did was none of anyone else’s concern. especially not someone like wesley nott. not that bastan knew much about the older boy, but that just made it more obvious he should butt his nose out of his business. with a harsh eye roll, bastan turned a side eye to the older student, “not worth my time as a matter of fact. and none of your business, mind telling me where i asked you?” he spoke, void of any emotion.

              HE ARCHED AN EYEBROW, nose pinched in distaste — wesley had better things he could be doing with his time, like finishing his paper on the usefulness of muggle medical advancements in the wizarding world, but instead he chose to continue what would most certainly become a pointlessly snarky conversation. “generally when one person asks a question in another person’s direction, it’s an unspoken agreement that said person will answer,” he groused, voice monotone and dry. 

“I quite agree,” Andie said. She always looked forward to the festival for so many reasons, and seeing people from school was one of them. “Ooh, what did you buy? I’ve done a lot of looking but I always feel like I need to find the perfect things to buy and then I end up buying nothing.”

              REMUS PEERED INTO his bag of goodies, opening it up for andie to look inside. “some sugar quills, of course–” enough so that if certain suite-mates stole some, he still had enough to spare, “some toffees and a chocolate cauldron — which i plan to eat later tonight,” he finished, glancing up at andie with a smile. “would you like some? i think i nearly bought out the sugar quills.”

              IT WAS HIS DAY OFF from his internship at st. mungo’s, and yet wesley found himself assisting madame pomfrey in the hospital wing after a second year potions class had gone horribly wrong. “drink this with your next three meals,” wesley instructed gruffly, handing the vials to the younger student. “your hair should grow back.” 

he stepped up to the potion’s cabinet, taking stock of the ingredients they’d need and made a note to brew more pepperup potion when he heard footsteps behind him. “i can help you in just one moment, if you’re dying now is your chance to say so,” he called curtly without bothering to look over his shoulder. 

Amelia had just finished a quick conversation with Lily regarding opening feast decorations, and was just packing up her schoolbag — taking her brother’s advice from the festival to heart, Amelia decided that she wanted to have a restful day before classes formally began. So of course, she meticulously planned her afternoon and evening to maximize leisure and laziness. Since the prefect meeting had ended with half an hour to spare, it meant that she had an extra twenty minutes (after factoring in the ten minute walk to Ravenclaw Tower) to relax!

Looking up from her things, Amelia was suddenly standing before Remus. The room had emptied out, and the two tenth-years stood alone in the empty classroom. Amelia was almost certain on what exactly Remus wanted to talk to her about, and she was utterly dreading it. Really, she’d almost prefer if he got down on one knee and proposed marriage right then and there. Ignoring the billywig nest that had begun to form in the pit of her stomach, Amelia was determined to appear calm, collected, and completely oblivious. “Of course! What’s on your mind?”

              IT WOULD BE FINE, remus silently assured himself. thus far, most everyone who had found out about his condition had been understanding (most). and remus knew amelia to be a kind, logical, and understanding person; although they didn’t get off on the right foot years ago he now considered her a friend. surely she knew and understood. he just had to confirm it. it would be fine ... or it wouldn’t and he would destroy their friendship before it truly even started. he tried to appear easy-going and casual — he just had to dutifully ignore the anxieties whispering in the back of his mind and prickling under his skin. 

he opened his mouth to speak, and when no sound came out he snapped it closed. great, he must look like a gaping fish — but how exactly did he ask someone ‘hey, do you know that i’m a werewolf?’ without accidentally revealing himself on the off-chance that she didn’t? this was much easier when his other friends had found out and just told him they knew. why didn’t amelia do the same? he was almost certain she knew — that incident in the library last year was only missing a flashing neon sign that read ‘i know you’re a werewolf.’ hopefully if he prompted her, even vaguely, it’d be enough to just get it all out in the open. at an utter loss of a better way to phrase his question, he simply found himself nervously asking: “...do you know?” 

              DURING THE PREFECT MEETING, remus had caught himself stealing glances at amelia — certainly not intentionally, he was just nervous for the conversation he knew it was time they had. the thought had plagued him all summer, and he’d nearly written her countless letters, but never could quite find the right words. he still wasn’t exactly sure how he would ask without giving himself away if she really didn’t know. and yet, once the meeting was over and his fellow prefects started to disperse, he stood, wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers, and marched purposefully towards mia. it was now or later — maybe later wasn’t so bad — no, now: “hey–” he began, trying to sound casual. “can we talk...for a second?” 

being as well versed as he was in the dark arts, bastan didn’t know why he continued on the path for defense against the dark arts. sure, it did help cover for his death eater ties, something he didn’t claim too loudly, but the class always felt beneath him. as he walked out of the classroom, he couldn’t stop the bored sigh from escaping his lips, his eyes rolling as he recalled the essay he had been assigned by the fool of a teacher. mumbling to himself as he trotted down the stairs, “why in the bloody hell, would anyone subject themselves to trying to defend against a bloody dragon? might as well accept your failure and die right there,”

              WESLEY’S TIME wasn’t often spent at the hogwarts castle these days. his internship at st. mungo’s kept him occupied, but during his off time he also assisted madame pomfrey in the medical wing. having just left from there, he wasn’t in the most cheery of moods (was he ever?) which is what prompted him to roll his eyes and grouse: “suppose you don’t plan on becoming a dragonologist any time soon.” as if it was any of his business.  

After being asked by Ophelia, Peter was now going mad thinking of the possibilities. He’d started going on a wild goose hunt, scouring every book he could get his hands on for an answer until he spotted the Professor, the one that SURELY had to have an answer.  “But, you can transfigure into a cat, no? So, surely the thought has crossed your mind, or concern even! I mean, what if you were to birth kittens in the middle of class?” Peter started rambling off to Professor McGonagall who wore a stern and concerned look on her face. “I’m just saying, if a dog animagi can birth puppies, it’d only make sense for you to be able to birth kittens, right? I mean…” 

              REMUS REGISTERED A familiar voice, and his gaze lifted, landing on his friend peter talking to professor mcgonagall. he only caught the tail end of the question, but the phrase ‘it’d only make sense for you to be able to birth kittens,’ was enough to make his eyes widen comically. “peter!” he interjected, jogging up to the pair (and trying his hardest not to laugh.) “pardon me, professor, hope i’m not interrupting.” he patted his friend on the back, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb “peter, can i borrow you for a second, mate?”

arthur: over the summer, i found a cube, the size of my fist. it is made of smaller cubes of different colours - i have counted 26. i have smuggled it into hogwarts - don't ask how. keep this letter a secret. would you be able to help me figure out what it is?

      Charlie had stepped away from the booth momentarily to socialize with some old classmates from Hogwarts, both happy and envious of them as they went on about their new careers within the wizarding world. Some were out saving lives as aurors, others climbing ladders in the ministry, but all seemed to have thrived. Then, there was her, going back to school and struggling to catch up on what she’d missed while keeping parlour afloat during the summer months, the busiest time of all. 

Lost in a sea of thoughts, she’d hardly noticed how long the line had gotten when she quickly made her way back, insisting they stop by later for a scoop on the house. In doing so, she didn’t see poor ol’ Remus in her path as the two collided. 

     ❝ AND WHO EXACTLY do you mistake me for?” Charlie gasped, her tone taking on a dramatic flare as she played the part of a posh brat, something she certainly was not. “I would never stand in line for a scoop of ice cream, they don’t call me the Queen of Scoops for nothing,” still with the dramatic edge, Charlie finally cracked a cheesy grin. “Only joking, don’t think anyone calls me that, or at least, I hope not. It could be catchy, though.” 

“SORRY CHARLIE,” remus began with a cheesy grin of his own, “i guess i didn’t notice the cone crown and ice cream halo that floats behind your head. my mistake.” he slipped his hands into his pockets absentmindedly. “i must have been too sidetracked by the thought of ice cream that i wasn’t paying attention.” he’d always been a sucker for sweets, but nothing beat ice cream on a hot summer day. and judging from the line, that was far from an original thought. “keeping busy, i take it?” he asked, gesturing with his chin towards the growing line. 

“remus! i don’t need to get in front of you. we both got here at the same time.” he said, looking at the other and shaking his head slightly. “how about ti buy some for you so we can stand in line together and talk about our summers?” he asked. 

               REMUS’S SMILE WIDENED at tilden’s kind offer; and although he normally didn’t accept such an offer (if only because he was usually the one insisting to pay) he found himself nodding. “sure, tilden, why not?” he stepped up to the line, hand gesturing gently to the spot next to him. “do anything exciting over break?” 

Why was Evie always getting tangled up with these events? Maybe she felt obligated since she was a prefect, or maybe it was just something about them that made her a little intrigued. Either way, she always felt somewhat miserable when she spent too much time here, though what was considered too much? She’d only been out at the carnival for about an hour and part of her wanted to head back to her room and do anything but be here. She was trying her hardest not to seem so upset though, not wanting anyone to question her about it. Stopping in her tracks as another student nearly ran into her, she let out a bit of a huff. Don’t say anything, she told herself before nodding. “Thank you,” she muttered before shaking her head. “But go ahead. I wasn’t going to get any anyways.” Honestly she hadn’t even noticed where she had been walking to, and she didn’t want this conversation to last longer than it needed to.

“OH,” REMUS RESPONDED, shrugging lightly. “my mistake, sorry for inferring.” he hesitated, slipping his hands into his pockets. he felt the need to make conversation, if only because they were both prefects. “it’s nice to see you, evie. how was your summer?” 

“You’re pardoned!” Cassandra grinned, never one to take herself overly seriously, even when she found instructing others. Life was far too short to be serious too often, especially when they were still young enough to get away with things. “And have you been responsible for any of their demises? Perfect Remus, dunking his poor, unsuspecting professors?”

               HE NEARLY GUFFAWED — perfect. hardly; if he was perfect he wouldn’t turn into a dangerous beast once a month. “not yet, but don’t think i’m above it. they volunteered, after all.” his eyes alight with mischief, remus grinned, arching an eyebrow as he continued, “i’ll tell you what.” he pointed to the dunk tank. “i’ll go over there and dunk slughorn right now.” yep, he really knew how to let loose with the best of them. 

It was true that Remus was never the most talked about of his group - that honor was usually reserved for Potter or Black, and Gabrielle found that she had an air of respect for his quieter approach to their antics. “History of Magic, Ancient Runes, Defense, Charms, Transfiguration and Arithmancy…” Her voice trailed, though she did her best to hide her general lack of interest. “Everything expected for a future politician, I suppose.”

              REMUS FROWNED, brows furrowing at gabrielle’s choice of phrase. expected. he didn’t want to pry, but something about the word weighed heavily in the air. pursing his lips, the gryffindor shifted his weight as he mentally searched for the least intrusive and presumptuous way to say the following: “are you looking forward to them? there might still be time to switch, maybe something... different? art, music, divination...” something not expected of a future politician, was the unspoken portion. “i was considering art as a fun elective,” he began, “but i’m awful at it, truly.” 

“You’re not wrong,” Lily admitted with a grin. It was no secret that the redhead was historically unable to make her mind - even about something as simple as ice cream flavors. “Hopefully they’ve found a way to make the little buggers freeze in place…” She mused, a hint of a joke in her voice. James and his friends really had been rubbing off on her. At Remus’s suggestion though, Lily’s hand flew up to her mouth, hiding the fit of laughter that she couldn’t stop. Her eyes met his, twinkling with glee as she nodded. “I think we have to.”

              HIS SMILE BRIGHTENED, expression gleaming with mirth and unable to stop the undignified snort of laughter from escaping. the person in front of them turned at the sound, and remus bit his lip sheepishly. “it says it has... crumbled chocolate cookies with fudge in a vanilla and midnight dark chocolate swirl.” he paused, eyes narrowing jokingly. “i think they’ve been spying on me,” he stage whispered. it was quite literally everything that he’d put into his ideal ice cream. “have we decided then? one scoop of mint chocolate frog and one scoop of werewolf tracks?” he asked as they neared the front of the queue. 

fi let out a quiet laugh when he said this. “it’s really not that big of a deal, is it?” she asked. while fi was a pureblood and had not been taught to be kind to others, she found great joy in doing so. “it’s just a friendly act of um being kind or yeah.” she laughed. 

             “I SUPPOSE NOT,” remus mused with a shrug. he spent much of his life in isolation, and receiving kindness from others still felt strange at times. he relented with a chuckle and a wave of his hand. “alright, if you’d like. though the next time we both enter the queue to something at the same time, it’ll be my turn to pay for you,” he offered, as if that was a situation that happened often. “so how was your summer, do anything exciting?”