contrite heart,

“Bloody hell—really? This soon?” he groaned, “how does he even have the time? Shouldn’t his head duties plus trying to woo Lily take up most of his time?” his confusion evident as a pout lingered across his lips, “I didn’t have time to practice over the break — I did a bit of flying but trying to throw a quaffle about with my father is asking for a migraine. I love my father-but no. Not doing that. He can get so competitive" he sighed, turning his attention back to the topic at hand. "Remus, bless your soul—-I might possibly love you" a chuckle falling from his lips, "another thing—ensure that James is no where near my bedside? I might want to strangle him when I wake up!"

❝Nah, mate. James is as competitive as they get & he'll be damned if you don't win the cup this year. It's your last year after all & he won't settle for anything other than victor.❞ Remus however, spoke with only the fondest of exasperation & a smile on his face. ❝That's James for you.❞ A grin and a noise of exclamation. ❝See now! You've got plenty of practice after dealing with your Da, so I'm sure James'll be easy enough to handle.❞ Placing a hand on the other's shoulder, Remus' eyes were shining with mirth as he replied. ❝Have you been holding out on secret affections for me all this time, Frank? Quietly swooning & tracing hearts around my name in your notes? I'm flattered.❞

Just This Once [ Sirius & Remus ]

                   { ☾— ; } Remus wondered if the actions he put himself through could be considered those of a masochist. A happy enough masochist, but a masochist nonetheless. As his fingers trailed through the wild strands of Sirius hair however, he couldn't find it in himself to care all that much. He wouldn't refuse Sirius of his comforts, and neither c o u l d he, for himself at least. ❝Would you prefer it if I moved, Padfoot?❞ His tone wry with amusement and much less slurred in comparison, Remus felt it was safe to say that he was only edging on tipsy when compared to Sirius' full on drunken state.

"Trust me, there is no more effective way of frightening another than through simply throwing them a single look. I wouldn’t really consider it a fault,” Evan stated with a nonchalant shrug, only to quasi-innocently add: “It surely is easier than frightening them through cursing them — which, of course, I would know absolutely nothing about. I mean, who would do something like that, eh?”

                  { ☾— ; } ❝Yes, I'm sure you of all people wouldn't know what to consider a fault.❞ For someone who considered frightening short children and bullying them into submission the highlight of his day, Evan wasn't exactly the epitome of an upstanding citizen, neither a smart one. If anything, he was a swine with a wand who fantasized about the brutalizing of others with almost an o b s e s s i v e interest. Just plain distasteful, really. Evan's next words just all about confirmed it. 

"I h a t e to be the one to tell you this, but it’d be less embarrassing if you admitted to going for a swim, babe.” 

❝Or I could always take the easy way out & claim you pushed me in, Padfoot.❞

   ” O h. Ok - mate. Whatever you { s a y } . ”

❝I hear an astounding amount of belief in your voice, Ted. I r e a l l y do.❞

❝Then it's all yours, Gid. & It's good to know that you see our friendship in such a positive light. I offer you a thing or two out of the goodness of my heart & you do your best to exploit me of my kindness.❞

"More than nobody knows now. You’ve got little old me to t r y and keep it in. And it’s all about perspective, dear. Some people simply don’t realize the gift of the spotlight that I have given them.”

❝But you're just brilliant when it comes to keeping your secrets, as much as you are when it comes to sharing them, didn't you say? Can I trust that you won't try to ruin me for all public eye to see? & If they don't have any interest for being in the spotlight? What then?❞

❝Pardon you? I’m not the one being a git, in fact I’ve never even been gittish towards you. Your friends are, of course, a different story considering how annoying they can be. Good one means boring, you know that, yes? Still, whatever. I’m not too keen on detention; being a prefect and all.  My idea of fun.. Well, no. It’s nothing along those lines. You seem too young, too innocent. Maybe I’ll just keep it to myself.❞

❝Gittish. Did you honestly just use the word gittish on me, Lucius. You've got a startling amount of traits in common with the lads & I don't think I'm ready to delve into what that means. For any of us. & Yes, well. I prefer to be the boring one if it means I don't have detention every Saturday with the rest of the lot. & Too... young? I'm the bloody same age as you are, you prick. & Innocence isn't something that you get to keep at seventeen, so tell me. Don't be a tit about it.❞

❝You just casually tripped, is that all?❞

❝Well it wasn't a formal thing that's for sure.❞

———— ” Y’know, I worry about you sometimes, Remus. How does one trip into the lake in January? Were you planning on taking the Giant Squid out on a date? ”

❝I was, but apparently she didn't find my scars & ruffian looks to her fancy. Or maybe she did, considering she knocked me in for a swim?❞

"You tripped into the lake? Seriously, you may be the only person I know who could manage that, Remus.”

❝Your sympathy for my wet & slowly freezing body is phenomenal, Ed.❞

Do you honestly expect me to believe that? I know I’m younger than you, but I’m not stupid by a long shot. 

❝& Just what about it makes it so unbelievable?❞