Thecat_isdrawing

“You’re going to deny your old friend a tradition?”

“Fuck tradition… and fuck you too.”

Sirius laughed. “I thought Wolfsbane was supposed to retain your politeness, Lupin?”

Lupin scowled at him just before reaching for the bucket again and spitting blood and bile into it. “Everything is a game to you – even my misery.”

“Oh, come off it,” Sirius scoffed. “You’ve been dull all day. Come, let’s go terrorise London.”

Lupin made a sad attempt at throwing his shoe at Sirius.

“Why don’t you want me here? Is it the Wolfsbane?” Sirius asked.

Lupin hitched his blanket higher. “Well deduced.”

By @thecatisdrawing

A little tribute to our internet friendship where we both pour our sad little 30 year old selves onto 35/36 year old fictional men.

This is how Cat envisions us at the end of writing Toys in the Attic . We both were sad at the end of this fic - there was a sense of grief we were feeling, and we tried to pin point where it came from: is it because we are closer to the ages of the characters? Is it because of where the fic ends (or not ends - in the middle or the beginning of another story?). We couldn't say, but we were so sad to let our Remus and Sirius go. We both needed sleep and hot chocolate after we posted the final chapter - so that's what you see here. Us toasting to the end with some feel-good hot chocolate.

This was commissioned by me as a collective gift for @phantomeo 🌟