#admirer

@wolfstarmicrofic February 21, word count 238

There was a chocolate frog waiting for him in his usual seat in charms and then again in transfiguration. He found a third in his bag and another sitting on the book he’d been reading in the common room last night. The weirdest one, though, appeared in the bathroom sink while he was having a shower. 

“Sounds like you’ve got a secret admirer,” James snickered when Remus tried to tell him what was going on. 

“That is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said. It’s clearly a prank,” Remus grumbled and picked up the three chocolate frogs off his pillow and stormed out of the dorm. By the end of the week, he had about a hundred of the things and was no closer to finding out who was leaving them. 

One morning, he found a trail of the things leading him towards the far side of the greenhouses. His hands were so full at this point, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pick up any more, but then a person appeared out of thin air with one last chocolate frog in his hands. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Moony,” Sirius beamed at him, opening his arms to him.  

Remus dropped his armful of chocolate frogs and raced into Sirius’s open arms. 

“What does this mean?” Remus asked tentatively once the shock of seeing Sirius there had settled down. 

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The first note had come on Valentine’s day, which made it easier for Remus to dismiss. 

Your eyes shine like gold, like suns, like stars. Let them lead me home; to wherever you are.

Sappy, dramatic, and it rhymed? This had to be a prank. He almost crinkled it up and threw it away, but he didn’t. For no good reason he put it in his bedside drawer. Not carefully, not lovingly, not even thinking about it. He just did.

The second one came a week later, which was hard to write off.

Your lips are  perfect, cherry red. If they’re poison: kill me dead.

Remus snorted outloud, then held the note up closer, trying to decipher if he recognised the handwriting. It wasn’t James’ bubbly penmanship, or Sirius’ scrawling cursive, or Peter’s barely readable chicken scratch. But the notes weren’t coming from one of his three pranking best friends, then who?

By the third Remus started to scheme, eliminating possibilities of who it could be. Although really, he knew who he wanted it to be.

You should say more; I’m serious. Your voice leaves me wanting. No matter the words, it’s my dreams that you’re haunting.

They had to have access to the Gryffindor tower, which really didn’t narrow the list down, but access to the boys’ dormitories specifically did help a little. It couldn’t be any girl, unless she was asking someone to hand deliver them which Remus found unlikely, so it had to be a prank. One of his stupid housemates, maybe one who’d gotten wind he fancied boys, or maybe just someone who was bored and just looking to mess with him. He hadn’t told anyone about them, not even Sirius, so whoever it was they weren’t going to get the reaction they were looking for. He figured, three would probably be enough for them to stop.

He was wrong.

Roses are red and violets are blue, I’ll suck your prick if you suck mine too?

Remus let out a small, embarrassing, squawk. This had to be a prank, it had to. And Remus was going to find out who it was. Besides, whether it was a homophobic prank or a genuine attempt at flirtation, there was only one prick Remus was interested in; and he knew for a fact the notes weren’t from him. Tossing the newest one, along with the others, in his school bag he stomped back down to the common room. He would see most of the top suspects in class today, all he had to do was get a peek at each of their handwriting to see if it matched. Easy, right?

It was not easy. Not a single person matched, and he got several weird stares from leaning too far over people’s shoulders. Now he was no further to figuring this out than he was when he started, and he might have given whoever was doing it a vindicating reaction if they saw him scurrying around looking at handwriting like some sort of mock detective. 

It all came to a head after the fifth note found itself on his pillow.

I could stare at your fingers and hands all day. I know they’d leave me breathless with nothing to say.

Remus was heading back to the common room from dinner, having found the note that morning, and he had all but given up on figuring out who his secret admirer might be, and if there was any chance their notes were sincere. That is, until he heard Sirius’ voice from just behind the next corner of the corridor. 

“Come on, Reggie! Just write one more for me?” He was whispering but not very well, he never did.

“I am not writing one more, in fact, I shouldn’t have written the first five.” Came Regulus’ lower reply.

“He’s not going to figure it out!” Sirius protested, and Regulus scoffed.

“Yes, that’s the problem, isn’t it? Not even mentioning how uncomfortably sexual some of them were; If I thought I was helping you, maybe I would keep writing them, but it’s not. You need to suck it up, literally, and talk to him. Or else go sulk somewhere else.” 

And, well, Remus wouldn’t call himself a genius, but he was top of their year. It didn’t take much more for him to put two and two together.

Stepping around the corner he made himself visible to the brothers. Regulus saw him first, a satisfied smirk coming onto his face, but when Sirius turned around it was a look of horror that dawned on his.

“Moony! How- um, how long have you been standing there?” Regulus snorted and turned to walk away.

“So it was you.” Remus said, and Sirius at least had the decency to look sheepish. “You wrote them, the notes? Or, you had Regulus write them.” Sirius nodded and Remus took a step towards him, unsure whether he should be elated, relieved, or angry. “Why?” Remus asked, trying to keep his voice neutral. Sirius shrunk into himself a little.

“Isn’t it obvious, Moony?” but Remus shook his head.

“No, it’s not. Why did you do it?” Sirius still wouldn’t meet his eyes. Remus took another step and reached out a hand to tilt his chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. “Did you mean it?” He asked, his voice wobbly and more vulnerable than he would like. Sirius stared up at him, eyes searching, wide as dinner plates, and he must have liked what he found because he smiled gently and said;

-changing phone lockscreen to specific images. Your own nudes, porn, etc! That way youre alwayd shy to open it and if someone looks over your shoulder they know youre vile!

-dont just ask for nudes, ask for pictures of their holes stuffed with random objects! Demand one of them with a cucumber or banana, or pens and markers! Bottles. Id love to be told i need to get a picture of a can in my cunt by midnight or ill have something leaked. Having to stretch myself and work it in and take a picture and hope i make it!

-a minimum number of pictures to post. Not even just sexual ones! Theres a lotta info you can get from a random picture someones taken. A house in the corner of the pic can help be a positive id on streetview for your general area, itd show more about your daily routine! Pictures of personalized items that make it easy to recognize you. Wouldnt you be so upset if you lost your favorite keychain, and elated when someone posts a picture of it saying "hey, i found this on the ground and didnt want it to be stolen! Call me and ill figure out how to return it!" You wouldnt think twice, would you?

-writing personal information on your body. Sharpie on your phone number and legal name and date of birth, your emails, your urls, your kinks.

-being forced to write urls and phone numbers in public places for people to call and contact you! Especially seedier places. Who KNOWS who has your info now! What theyd use it for and why..

-posting triggers! Hypnosis triggers, ptsd triggers, fronting triggers if you got DID! Give people the chance to manipulate your state of mind. Make sure the informations out there. A nice neat list of buttons to press to get exactly what they want from you!!

Noah Wyle with Jared Mirsky