#pureavery

Since Mal had moved in, Henry had given up, more and more, little pieces of Camilla. His concession to her now was simply that the heeled boots he wore with his black ensemble were baby blue, and he’d still refused to redecorate her home in any way. He’d also been going out more, and his gradual reentry into society had led him here. To a wealthy wizarding shopping district, desperately trying to get Alaric Avery to buy something that did not look like a circulation-killing button-up.

It was growth. It was also a way to take his mind off the past few weeks- a pastel baseball bat, screaming, a relapse, satisfaction-

“Have you ever considered something that doesn’t have buttons?” he asked, flipping through a rack of muted tunics. He plucked a stormy grey one and held it up, eyes flicking from it to Alaric. “This one would bring out your eyes. Also it wouldn’t strangle you. And it’s easy to get off.”

Daisy smiled sugary sweet, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation. Do you have a problem with single parents? How about Americans? I only have personal experience as one, but absolutely nothing about Zephyr’s circumstances are worth him dealing with that kind of ridiculous gossip. You’re just angry he won’t sleep with you, aren’t you? He’s happily taken doesn’t need some uptight British witch.”

Talking to like @mxdnight-marauder or @the-peter-pettigrew “I don’t want to say I was biased against him, but I’m always a little cautious when it comes to significant others. Zephyr’s a good one, though. He makes Remus happy and is a genuinely good person. Oh shut up, I’m drunk. I’m allowed to be sappy.”

Zephyr,

Before you continue reading this, yes I am fine and feeling well. I only slipped out because I heard Katie and decided to stop by the cafe down the corner. With that said, I know you love writing me letters even when I didn’t know you were writing them. I still read the book you gave me on my birthday, which is still something I think about...for many reasons. I know I’m not the best at writing even for someone like me who argues like Socrates in my head frequently. That doesn’t mean haven’t wanted to nor started to and scratched it out. I really am not the most literate or poetic person out there.

I want you to know how much I really love you. I never thought I would meet someone like you or let someone like you be in my life. When I say someone like you I do not mean physical attributes; which are very nice or everything between us. I only mean someone who would ever think to have me in their life the way you have wanted me since the first day. I know you must be rolling your eyes at the theatrics right now, but I do really mean that. I convinced myself that I would never have what James has with Lily or Alice and Frank. It never bothered me. I shouldn’t have let something that has kept me down continue to do so and yet I blinded myself. Even when I told you what I am it didn’t seem to matter to you. Not as in you ignored it but you made it not feel like I was a problem. 

It hasn’t even been a full year yet and you have somehow compelled me to question every corner of my mind. I don’t know how you’ve done it and perhaps it could be the answer to many other things in life so perhaps you should phone the authorities. I do hope to write you more letters and I promise they won’t be as dramatic. I wanted to let you know how I feel and do something special for you. And perhaps entertain the face of you being worried about where I am for a second. Now you know how it feels like to wake up in the morning without a warm body.

Be back soon,

Remus

“I.... this feels a bit like a trap? I have a lot of fondness for Zephyr, I really do. I think- no, I know, how smart he is, and that he’s capable of so much more than people ever gave him credit for. Seeing that come to fruition is so amazing. So- I mean, I guess if I had to give an impression of him I should probably stand on something, because... he’s just... so tall... You know if I was a worse person, I’d just act out a temper tantrum right now and say it was him while in his school days. You know we all used to practice shield charms together in the common room because he used to make potions blow up so often? And there was this one time...”

“You asked Zephyr if Katie could be in the wedding?”

“What did he say? Was he unsure? Did he agree?”

“You know we can always ask Remus to talk to him, I’m sure that would be much easier, love.

“Well, tell him that Katie might be his but she’s been adopted by all of us, therefore it only makes sense for her to be allowed to participate.”