We Were infinite - A Marauder’s Saga

The band covering everything from The Sex Pistols to Slade to Foreigner was blasting through the amps in the much too small space and the air smelled so strongly of beer, liquor, sweat, cheap weed and cigarettes it was almost thick with it.

Sirius was stunning though.

He had somehow managed to find the perfect balance between looking effortlessly disheveled and devastatingly beautiful, black hair falling loose around his shoulders, a faded The Clash t-shirt that he had cut the sleeves and midriff off of, his eye liner was smudged and his cheeks were already flushed from the heat and the alcohol.

The tiny, packed muggle underground club is an absolute assassination on Remus’ heightened werewolf senses, especially with the full moon only a week away.

The band covering everything from The Sex Pistols to Slade to Foreigner is blasting through the amps in the much too small space and the air smelled so strongly of beer, liquor, sweat, cheap weed and cigarettes it was almost thick with it.

Sirius was stunning though.

He had somehow managed to find the perfect balance between looking effortlessly disheveled and devastatingly beautiful, black hair falling loose around his shoulders, a faded The Clash t-shirt that he had cut the sleeves and midriff off of, his eye liner was smudged and his cheeks were already flushed from the heat and the alcohol.

…Those leather trousers were practically painted on.

Everything else was merely background.

It was Benji’s 20th birthday and Sirius, James and the girls had refused all attempts at trying to keep it ‘low key’.

“We never get to go out anymore without having to be on alert.” Marlene argued irritably.

The last time a group of them had tried to spend a night out just living their lives had been cut short before it had truly begun, when they had been stopped outside a popular Wizard night spot called The Velvet Castle by a stoic looking Wizard with a scroll of parchment who had asked them for their surnames before they would be permitted to enter.

Sirius nearly punched the man in the face when he had been allowed to pass only to have Marlene, Lily and Mary stopped immediately after.

It took Remus, James and Caradoc to pull him away, still shouting obscenities even as they shoved him into a booth at The Three Broomsticks nearly an hour later.

So the underground nightlife of muggle London would be their escape for the evening.

Here, dancing with Marlene and screaming the words to “Anarchy in the UK”, Sirius looked wild and free and completely in his element.

He looked happier than he had in weeks.

It was worth the headache, in Remus’ opinion.

“Not really your scene, Lupin?” Caradoc’s deep voice boomed beside him, his large hand clapping Remus on the shoulder. Remus laughed, returning the friendly smile and leaning back against the bar beside the blonde.

“What gave it away?” He chuckled, downing the rest of his cheap muggle beer. “Honestly, it’s not even that I don’t like it, objectively. It’s just, er…” He licked his lips. It was still so surreal to talk about his lycanthropy so freely with anyone who wasn’t Sirius, James, Peter or Lily. “It can be a bit much, with all the noises and smells. Sort of a sensory nightmare.”

Caradoc, for his part, didn’t seem fazed. As if Remus were describing a lactose allergy rather than having the senses of an apex predator.

“That makes sense.” He said, taking a sip of his own beer. “D’you need to step out a minute? I could go with you.”

Remus shook his head. “Nah, I’ll live. Trust me, I’ve lived with Sirius and James long enough to be able to drown out all sorts of explosions. I appreciate it though.”

Caradoc’s eyes followed Remus’ line of sight and he let out a sharp laugh. “View’s too good, eh?”

Remus grinned. “Can you blame me?” He shook off the wolf’s momentary urge to assert himself as Sirius’ mate. People were allowed to look. It’d be near impossible not to.

He looked around. Everyone was covered in soot, dirt and blood. Everyone looked exhausted, a few looked a bit shaken, but for the most part they all seemed to be in relatively good spirits, all things considered.

He poked Remus in the ribs. “Moony, my darling love of my life?”

Remus raised an eyebrow, eyes suspicious. “…Yes, my pretty little bane of my existence?” He deadpanned.

Sirius put on his best puppy eyes and pout. “Will you go get me some water from the kitchen?”

Remus didn’t respond, he just stared at Sirius with that damn eyebrow raised.

“Pleeaaase, Moony? My mouth is really dry—“

“Last I checked your legs didn’t sustain any injury tonight. I think you’re capable of going to fetch your own water, Princess.” Remus chuckled lightly.

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Marlene groaned loudly before she dramatically collapsed onto the floor, flinging her arm over her eyes. “I swear to Godric’s Tits, if we have to go to one more of these bloody places I’m going to explode right out of my skin.”

“I just don’t understand,” Said Peter, frowning as he hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of a large wooden crate. “Wouldn’t you think Dumbledore would have more to go off than ‘suspicious activity’ before sending us off to these barmy places? How is it we’ve been at this for months and he and Moody still-“

And today I wrote 4387 words of the next one….

I haven’t written this much since before my daughter was born…