#metamorphamagic

“Ted, my love. Please. Take a seat, yeah? Pull up a chair, figuratively speaking.” Georgia patted the counter next to her. “It’s time we had a chat about your behaviour. Your Auntie Fred and I are... concerned.”

She sighed, but she wasn’t as convincing an actress as her sister, and her lip started to curl into a cheeky smile despite her best efforts.

“Are you shitting me, kid? It’s way too good.”

 ❝Sorry? Couldn’t hear you over the sounds of forsaken firstborn.❞

❝Admirable as your plan is Lupin, I’d rather we reconvened—This isn’t something the two of us can tackle on our own. ❞ James is aware of her personal feelings on the matter, werewolves are a subject near & dear to the metamorph trainee’s heart. But, the existence of infection with intent to sell said victims to the black market? And much less, to poach come full moon…Means it’s the Beast division’s call. The most he can offer as a senior Auror is assistance. They're duty bound to defer.   

on the opposite end of the spectrum i got ted growing up in wales

i hc remus as being half welsh (well i guess this is kind of canon? anyways) on his mother’s side but having grown up mostly around sheffield with a lot of regular trips down to hope’s family in cardiff 

Fingertips, light and reverent register before anything else—Before the much too bright sunshine, or the way golden brown flesh seems to prickle with goose pimples in response to the chill of the bed room. His nose crinkles instinctively, reminiscent of a rabbit presented something less than appetizing. In this case? The waking world and it’s bustling. 

Regardless of intent, hazel eyes peek for an instant, and the Gryffindor alumni is rewarded with a fuzzy image of blue hair and lips curved with amusement. He clucks his tongue lightly, a hollow noise against the roof of his mouth, and offers a mock obscene retort to the day. Silly really considering it can’t very well fight back. But by then, half his face is yet again obscured by a mop of dark hair and the shadowed safety of his elbow crook. He’s very well content with letting Ted go through the motions— For one? The dog needs to be let out. And there’s always the added bonus of a fresh cup of coffee when he DOES manage to roll out of bed. 

He practically purrs to himself when the curtain is pulled closed. Even the light shuffling of the Auror extraordinaire is enough to lull him back to slumber. But of course, James does not anticipate the press of lips against his head, nor the sweet as honey admission. An embarrassingly predictable reaction follows. His toes curl tight, and fingers move to catch the hem of what he KNOWS to be a vintage Weird sisters t-shirt. 

 ❝ Then why am I awake--- ❞ He hardly means it, & it’s more than evident when he tugs the lanky man down for a proper kiss. Calloused pads inch up to tangle in the hair at his nape, and just as quickly? Lips wander, trailing silky kisses along a pale column. ❝ Be nice to me Lupin, Ten more minutes at least??❞ The implication being, they’re going to lay down and do nothing...Possibly. 

MEME || accepting!

MEME ||accepting!

.sms. 10:00 pm |  Not ‘kicked out’. Banned.