“ you’re still a fighter, right? prove it. "
SENTENCE STARTERS. @gumwrapped !
BECAUSE THE REAL FIGHTERS ARE DETERMINED IN A GAME OF ARM WRESTLING. Remus can’t even remember the last time he rolled up his sleeves for something like this. It was probably in the Gryffindor common room during his seventh year, under the watchful eye of fellow students and a bottle of Firewhiskey one of them had smuggled in – now that he thinks back on it, the memory slowly seeps back into his mind ; McGonagall certainly hadn’t been very amused.
“ This’ll prove something for sure– doubt it’ll be fighting spirit. Muscle power, more likely, ” he says with a faint smile; but Alice’s dare doesn’t scare him off that easily. Before Remus can change his mind, he’s dropped himself on one of the wooden chairs, the minor scars on his lower arm already bare. “ Fine , I’ll play along. Have some mercy on me , ‘lright? ”
