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@rjupin @pvdfcct

You named the conversation “Friends are cheaper than therapy”. Today  1:20 AM [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:25AM ] How do you know if plans for a “date” are platonic or otherwise? [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:25AM ] Like if someone you’ve known for a while says something about convincing you they want to take you on a date, and then follows up by asking you to Hogsmeade with them. Is that just friends going to spend the day together, or am I going on a proper date?

[ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:40AM ] Really, Vance? These are your 1AM thoughts? [ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:40AM ] Did you try searching Google?

[ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:44AM ] I don’t ask people on dates platonically. Do you? I’m afraid to say, you’ve got a hot date.

[ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:45AM ] So, when’s the wedding?

You named the conversation “Emmeline Vance is Oblivious”.

“My charm is that I am both confident and humble at the same time. Most of the time. Except for quidditch, for quidditch I am a god.” He joked, throwing an arm over Remus’s shoulder. At least - until he made the joke about Emmeline. And then he furrowed his brow, raising one over at Remus. “Trust me, I feel like I’m the last person she’d watch anything with.” He sighed. “Besides, don’t you know? I’m handsome, you’re handsome. Perhaps we are endgame, you and me. Two most lovely men in the whole of Hogwarts. We’d make cute babies, you and I.” The teasing all to get back for that comment, and alls he wanted was to see a tinge of red in Remus’s cheeks.

    Did Remus’ cheeks turn red because he was genuinely flattered? Maybe. But more so because he knew that Sturgis knew by saying what he did it would elicit that reaction from Remus. Rolling his eyes, he lightly elbowed him, “I think you may be right, Rurgis? Studpin? Lupmore? We’re the slow burn end game ship and we just don’t know it yet and SURE we’d make cute babies.” Though he didn’t show it, the idea of children by Remus was something he was more than frightened by -- but he wasn’t going to ruin a lighthearted moment because of his insecurities. “Emmeline just doesn’t see you the way I see you, Quidditch God. I’m not saying to harass her but don’t give up on her and if in ten years nothing’s changed, we’ll go get married. In Paris.”

“C’mon, Remus. You know that the only damn name that I respond to is Edgarton. If ya don’t call me that, then how do you expect me to even listen to a word that you’re saying? It isn’t all that realistic, man.” Maybe he should be embarrassed that the first time he is opening this app was when he was in school. How awkward would it be if he stumbled upon another student on the app, and then ran into them in the corridor? That didn’t seem like a very nice way to start a day. “Wait– so there’s nothin’ that the headmaster has set up to hide us from muggles? Are we really that readily available to the public? There can’t be!” He scoffed. “Oh, this is a school for magic? I thought we were here to learn how to bake, mate. Was really hopin’ I got a visit from Gordon Ramsay this year. Why am I here if that isn’t the case?” The Hufflepuff felt enticed to close out of his Tinder app and instead open up Spotify. “Of course I’ve got Spotify, dummy. And– no! My dad told me to avoid this app. That’s the only reason I need you to explain it to me.”

                           hestia was no idiot, and knew exactly what remus meant when mentioning the vagueness, but she wasn’t going to come right out with her feelings. that just wasn’t her style. ❛  well please, enlighten me on what i should be so unvague about.  ❜ the ravenclaw was sure that unvague wasn’t even a word, but he was the one who technically started this. ❛  binns is too boring to become meme worthy. if anyone is, it’ll probably be slughorn being a complete embarrassment. maybe mcgonogall, when she’s ripping one of the students a new on too, now that i’m properly thinking about it.  ❜

    Remus could only give Hestia a look, not one of annoyance but one that read, ‘really?’ though he knew better than to push her so openly. Before he commented on the vagueness, though, he felt intrigued with the idea of McGonagall as a meme.  ❛ You’re so clever, I know you’re in Ravenclaw, but you are absolutely right about McGonagall being a meme. Merlin, I do love the idea about Slughorn too. I’m sure with how he collects students we could think of quite a few memes, especially with the butterfly meme.❜ A pause. ❛ I’ll ADMIT me talking about memes in such an engaged manner wasn’t really what was on my mind. Your turn, if you dare. ❜

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     “ You wouldn’t actually give me detention, would you? I’d be doing the world a favor after all.” Marlene glanced over at Remus in disbelief at his claim, eyes widening. “ It’s not like I’m doing any worse than the rest of my house, I’d say I’m a MODEL student in comparison to them.” 

    Well, Marlene made a point there -- they were definitely doing things that were child’s play compared to the rest of their house. He tried the prefect act for a minute before relaxing, giving a frown, not at them but his own lack of resolve. “You’re right I won’t actually give you a detention. But just because you’re not off hexing muggleborns doesn’t mean you’re not up to trouble,” he walked over, lowering his voice, “but you’d BETTER tell me what you’re up to so I can either help or at least provide some sort of back up.”

“I wonder how long it takes for this one to set the chandelier on fire,” Alastor responded, dryly, barely raising an eyebrow at Remus’ words - it was, simply, the TRUTH. Their last professor had been so flustered at a Boggart bouncing against the chest it was kept in that he’d set the chandelier above their heads alight - which had been the source of many complaints from Alastor, and raucous laughter from many others. “At least you’d have the required hours of experience if you did start this early,” Alastor smirked. “You’d be a darn sight better than whoever we have this year, by rights.”

     “Takes the song by Sia to a whole other level, doesn’t it,” Alastor made a few good points, Remus’ face breaking out into a grin. “Is that your way of telling me you think I’m handsome? I’m FLATTERED,” he quipped, though he knew full well what Alastor meant. At this point, he was sure even one of the more dark and ugly Slytherins would’ve been better equipped at teaching the class -- not that he’d want any of them to. Even thinking the thought, Remus made a face, shaking his head, “I just had the most ... horrible thought and it’s now prompted me into making a plan of action. Al, we’ve got to do something, haven’t we? You’re a Dueling Club captain, I’m a prefect, with our powers combined, maybe a few others, we could end up doing something. Or we could get someone to make an app for it.” 

“i’m alright. how are you?” tilden lied. honestly, he wasn’t doing that great today which was why he was in the kitchen baking in the first place. whenever he started feeling too upset he just went to the kitchen and baked away his feelings, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit to anyone the reason yet. 

“i love snickerdoodles.” he said, forcing a small smile back onto his face. “the recipe you have for snickerdoodles is the best!” he said, hopping up on the counter with a cup of tea he had just made himself and picking up a cookie. 

    “Just alright?” Remus easily questioned, looking between Tilden and the sink before turning off the faucet, wringing his hands and reaching for a towel. While he wasn’t in the business of prying, there was something about his INTUITION that made Remus feel like there was something off with his friend --- he just didn’t know what. 

     “I’m good, you know, the school year’s just started up, it’s my last year. It’s a bit nerve wracking, definitely but in the grand scheme of things I’m doing quite fine. Even better really, now that we’re baking my mum’s snickerdoodles too.” He moved towards the counter, going to take another cookie. “These are FANTASTIC. I take back everything I said about needing cinnamon.”

S: I'm so sorry, I'm the most sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep

S: Tone doesn't get conveyed well in texts but I am the sorriest person to ever be sorry

S: Just to be clear, that was sarcasm

S: Prongs and Wormtail don't complain

S: You're really going to lecture me on controlling something I can't control?

R: It was sarcasm? I couldn't tell the sorriest person to ever be sorry.

R: They don't complain because James is obviously in love with you and Peter sleeps like the living dead. I, on the other hand, have the Gryffindor bravery to confront you.

R: Lecturing? I'll smother you in your sleep.

R: But I can definitely fit in a lecture while I do so.

R: I really love it when people don't snore at night when I'm trying to sleep.

R: It's really my favorite thing in the world.

R: I've even considered getting a sleep study myself, you know.

R: Don't know how I'd explain being the transforming into a werewolf at night situation, but, muggles are crafty.

R: Not that anyone else in our dorm would have that problem....I'm sure.

instead of spending his spare time that day in the greenhouse, he had spent his time baking cookies. baking was something he had done a lot with his mother so now whenever he was feeling sentimental he ended up in the kitchen to bake. however, this time he had made more cookies than he could realistically eat by himself. so the only option was to give them away.  “you know what would make this day even better?” he asked. “a chocolate chip cookie! good thing i have some with me. want one?” he asked, holding out the platter. 

“Mmm, don’t mind if I do, Tilden,” Remus reached out to take one, taking a bite, having just walked into the kitchens to do some baking himself -- he was grateful that Tilden was there. It wasn’t the first time you could’ve caught the two baking together and certainly wasn’t going to be the last time. “this recipe would be DYNAMITE with a bit of cinnamon. Though, a classic chocolate chip is always a staple and needed.” 

As he finished chewing, he went over to wash his hands, “how are you doing today? I’m in dire need of some snickerdoodles I’ll tell you that much.”

Alastor rubbed at his eyes, shifting as he leaned against the castle wall next to the DADA classroom door. “Is it really THAT hard to find a teacher who actually knows how to cast the spells we’re meant to be learning?” His voice was dry, all trace of amusement disappearing with each word.

“Apparently it’s IMPOSSIBLE,” for Remus, his best class was DADA but like Alastor he continuously felt underwhelmed. It was getting ridiculous, really, they were both in NEWT DADA and their professor was another incompetent idiot. “I’ve thought about becoming a professor in general quite a few times but not this early in life, Moody.”

“My mum is quite the woman, I know.” He joked as he ruffled his own hair, constantly a mess atop his own head. “You’re a mess, for sure Remus, but you’re my mess and I quite like it that way.” He stole a kiss on the cheek before jumping up and snorting. “I’ll have you know those tossers gave you a summer to remember. Didn’t you get your first kiss from a rather dashing bloke?” James wagged his brows before he curled his finger, heading for the great hall. “Come, come. There’s pumpkin toast to be had and I refuse to let Frank get all of it.”