#fullmoonys

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      “you don’t need to do that,” she says, looking up at him with a sheepish little grin (not quite as broad and shining as her usual, a little sad-tinged, a little tired). “it’s not exactly something you tell people. i...i get it.” (it doesn’t mean she’s not a little wounded). “i can’t imagine people are very kind about it.” and that’s an understatement, she’s sure - - - sure too that if it hadn’t been remus, had he been a stranger, maybe she wouldn’t have accepted it so easily. would have tried, maybe, once the shock wore off. the fact it’s him makes all the difference. “really, i’m more surprised james never let anything slip. guess the boy’s better at keeping secrets than i ever gave him credit for. maybe i ought to apologize to him, that would really throw him.” 

     it’s quiet - - - it’s just them - - - all the others gone to sleep. “merlin,” she whispers into the stillness, a pause that had stretched out since her last words, the truth of it all settling over her, now, the shock still there but slowly wearing down. she leans her shoulder into his, wordlessly, looks down into the slowly dying fire in the grate. i’m not going anywhere, it says, words she can’t jumble into words - - - lily’s always been the one with eloquence, not her. she can only show it. “are you sorry i know?” 

      “it’s a broom closet, remus, there aren’t exactly many other places to stand,” she whispers. they have james to thank for this particular situation, or maybe it was sirius, she can’t exactly recall just WHOSE bad ideas had resulted in near-capture that would surely have taken fifty points from gryffindor and landed them all in detention. the rest of it was a bit of a blur: where the others had gone, and how she and remus had wound up in the most cramped broom closet in the history of hogwarts. still, she tries to accommodate, tries to shift to give him more space but nearly falls for her trouble, all but toppling into him as her foot catches on the handle of a bucket, pushing them much closer together than they had been to start: she’d reached out on instinct to grasp his shoulders, to keep herself from knocking them both to the ground, but it means she’s now pressed tight against him, the bucket handle still looped around her foot. slowly, eyes gone wide, she looks up, catches his eye in the thin sliver of light that filters in through the door. “i um….i’m going to assume this isn’t much better?” 

in a general sense, i definitely tend to ship them on a more brotp than otp level. that being said, there’s a part of me that could see them as a romantic ship with the right plotting : not a permanent romantic ship, in most cases, but then again isn’t that what aus are meant for?? 

    Trying to focus on homework in the Gryffindor common room was a risky business at the best of times, but sometimes having Remus around made it even harder. Not through any fault of his own, but because he was, occasionally, a magnet for blushing girls who liked to hang around near him, smiling prettily and dropping hints that he never seemed to catch onto. Minerva rolled her eyes as today’s hopeful slunk away once it was clear that Remus was only answering her out of politeness, and found herself irritated enough at the whole show of it for the muttered comment to escape her in time with a particularly vicious stroke of her quill.