ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ & ʙʟᴜᴇ

        mary  could  not  hold  the  wince  of  embarrassment  that  ran  through  her  .  her  head  dropping  about  their  chest  .    mary  did  not  fold  into  the  cycle  of  shame  easily    —-    mary  was  many  things  but  ashamed  was  never  one  of  those  things  .    it  wasn’t  like  they  were  trying  to  get  decked  by  the  person  ,  but  merlin  did  enjoy  getting  a  laugh  at  them  .  

       ❛  remus  lupin  ,  don’t  you  dare  lie  to  me  !  ❜    the  young  witch  started  ,  placing  the  ice  pack  against  their  lip  once  more  .  willing  the  ice  to  cool  down  the  redness  that  would  definitely  become  a  mark  of  her  battle  against  an  elbow  for  a  few  days  .    ❛  if  anyone  asks  remus  ,  tell  them  you  saw me get  into  a  bar  fight  or  something hot like that  !  ❜  they  laughed  ,  before  the  sting  of  moving  their  check  hit  them  like  a  train  .

        ❛  be  honest  remus  ,  do  you  think  they’ll  believe  a  bar  fight  ?  ❜    

remy !

who:  open  —  mary  macdonald

where:  madam  pudifoot’s  in  hogsmeade  village

      if  you  had  asked  mary  to  trace  their  steps  and  truly  think  about  how  they  found  themselves  in  their  current  situation  …  well  she  just  could  not  tell  you.  holding  the  cloth  filled  with  ice  against  her  upper  lip ,  mary  hissed  when  the  freezing  temperature  touched  their  skin .  looking  at  the  ever  gracious  worker  of  the  little  shop,  mary  held  the  cloth  closer.  ❛  i  was  on  the  wrong  end  of  a  flying  elbow,  i  fear  ,  ❜  they  said ,  letting  out  a  small  laugh  to  break  the  tension .  ❛  this  better  not  leave  a  mark  !  ❜  

remy !

         “  oh  !  uh  ,  hello   ,   remus  dear  .   ”

        “   well  hello  ms  .                                  merlin    !     ”

        “   not  my  name   ,   young  man    ,   ”   the  worker  teased  as  she  offered  mary  a  kind  smile   .   remus   ,   however   ,   furrowed  his  brow  as  he  studied  the  injury   .

    “ that means nothing, you’re not a professor. write minnie and get her to admit i was her favorite and maybe you can make me feel better,” james pouted. “i was going to say my pure charisma and charm, but that hasn’t worked yet.. i might need to break out the big guns and play teacher’s pet.”

remy !

         “   okay   ,   well  now  you  need  to  make  ME  feel  better  because  wow   .   that  hurt   .   right  here  .   ”   he  motioned  toward  his  heart   ,   patting  the  fabric  of  shirt  before  wiping  away  an  imaginary  tear   .   “   tell  me  i’m  pretty   ,   prongs  .   ”   passersby  watched  them  in  curiosity   ,   wondering  slightly  what  kind  of  conversation  could  lead  to  such  reactions   .   fearing  any  type  of  bad  publicity   ,   remus  adopted  his  infamous  smile  to  ward  off  any  confusion   .   “   i’m  sure  you’ll  be  excellent  at  that   .   who  doesn’t  love  a  brown-noser  ?   ”   a  rhetorical  question   ,   of  course   .  nothing  like  sarcasm  to  round  out  a  conversation  .

the blonde matched his gentle tone, a warm smile of thanks appeared on her own features. sage hues returned to the text before her. was she being rude? she didn’t want to be. the book before her just had her in another world, the itch to go down to the lake was STRONG. to be able to see up-close the plants mentioned, tickled her heart and mind. it was so easy for the young witch to get lost it thought, most of her friends were used to it by now. though for someone new she might be labeled as odd. not that she minded at all if she was. his voice brought her out of her thoughts. what a lovely question. it seemed sincere curiosity. “ oh you are not prying at all. it’s very much pleasure.” a bight smile slowly sketched itself into he features. he needed to be careful, she could speak about plants for hours. “ what are you up to?” the blonde would give him an out, not everyone shared her love for herbology. 

remy !

          remus  could  count  on  one  hand  the  number  of  people  he  knew  who  enjoyed  reading   .   at  least  as  much  as  she  seemed  to   .   he  thought  it  was  adorable  and  the  young  man  couldn’t  help  but  feel  a  tinge  of  guilt  when  he  stole  her  attention   .   “   i’m  afraid  i’m  here  on  business   .   ”   he  lifted  his  text  so  she  could  see  the  relevancy  :   auror  training  .   while  he  loved  the  physical  aspect  of  the  program   ,   he  wasn’t  the  biggest  fan  of  studying   .   remus  lupin  always  thrived  under  the  socratic  method           learning  by  doing  and  having  in-depth  conversations   .   “  but  please   ,   ”   he  motioned  toward  her  book   ,  “  i  wouldn’t  want  to  keep  you  .   something  tells  me  plants  are  far  more  interesting  than  the  legal  hoops  involved  in  law  enforcement  .   ”

“define define,” she says quickly, stooping just this once to his childish joke. paris quite firmly does not roll her eyes, though her jaw cocks a little to one side, tongue jammed between her back teeth to keep from sighing. “i’m buying you a dictionary for your birthday.” she says instead, her own expression shifting to mirror his, her body forcibly relaxing. does the whole being as annoying as you can until you get what you want thing usually work for you? she wants to ask, but as loathe as she is to admit it - paris is just as guilty of the tactic, and she’s not about to open up that can of worms. “if you’re willing to play capulet.” comes the reply - she may have been born a pureblood, may have lived that through to her teens, but with her mother now married to a muggle professor-slash-theater-actor, she’s more than armed with muggle quips, too. her eyes narrow. “ah, the self-critical one. something tells me you’re being a little too kind to them at your own expense.” there’s an unspoken question at the end: why? but paris isn’t about to ask - only store the observation away for later.

remy !

“don’t break my heart like that, moony. i’m a delight to have in class,” james said, feigning hurt. he gave a wave to the professor as the man walked away, before turning to his friend once more. “i will take it personally. i will be that grumpy man’s favorite student by the end of the year.”

remy !

      where  dorcas  exceeded  in  being  able  to  keep  an  incredibly  straight  poker  face,  she  was  not  as  lucky  when  it  come  to  the  hand  that  she  had  been  dealt.  a  queen  of  hearts  and  a  three  of  spade  or,  as  what  her  grandfather  would  call  it,  a  hand  of  dragon  crap.  staring  down  at  the  seven  of  diamonds  that  sat  on  the  table  so  far  was  giving  her  nerves  a  shake,  but  dorcas  knew  that  she  could  always  get  lucky  if  the  next  two  cards  gave  her  spades  or  diamonds.  

       grabbing  her  mug  of  tea  and  taking  a  short  sip,  she  giggled  into  the  steam  at  remus  lupin.  ❛  are  you  asking  me  if  i  enjoy  seeing  you  sweat ?  ❜  dorcas  started,  as  she  took  another  peak  at  her  cards.  throwing  a  winning  smirk  to  try  and  make  the  man  think  she  was  going  to  win.  ❜  i  do  enjoy  seeing  sweat,  even  just  a  little,“  she  finished,  playing  out  the  rest  of  the  cards  for  their  game.

        once  they  were  out  on  the  table  dorcas  swore  underneath  her  breathe.  an  eight  of  diamonds  and  a  ten  of  diamonds.  dragon  crap  for  sure.  she  had  absolutely  nothing  to  in  her  hand  to  win  this  game  and  it  would  all  fall  apart  if  he  say  any  slip  up  in  her  demeanor.  throwing  a  couple  galleons  and  some  rock  candies  in  to  their  pot  as  well.  

       ❛  dinner,  you  say ?  why  yes,  my  lord.  i  can  escort  you  to  dinner, ❜ she  continued  to  joke,  offering  her  hand  to  the  man  to  hold.  ❜ i  must  have  you  know  though,  i  am  a  perfect  knight  in  shining  armor  so  our  dinner  must  be  chaperoned,”  dorcas  teased,  throwing  one  last  galleon  into  the  pot  before  hiding  her  cards  under  her  hand.  

       ❛ so,  my  lord….  ❜  she  gestured  towards  his  cards,  tapping  her  freshly  manicured  hands  against  the  wood  of  fresh  furniture.

remy !

          “  you  might  want  to  avoid  me  when  i  see  a  set  of  stairs   ,   ”   he  replied  absentmindedly   ,   gaze  studying  the  cards  before  him  in  fear  he  would  forget  the  moment  he  turned  his  head   .   “  all  i  do  is  look   ,   and  there’s  sweat   .   ”   lie  ,  of  course   .   “   might  be  too  much  for  your  gentle  heart  to  handle  .   ”   his  concentrated  expression  shifted   ,   a  mischievous  smile  soon  taking  its  place  .

          remus  watched  as  she  flipped  the  remaining  cards   .   his  brow  furrowed   ,   showing  slight  disappointment - and  if  the  subtlety  was  too  little   ,   he  included  a  loss  of  breath  and  a  sag  of  his  shoulders   .   almost  immediately   ,   as  if  he  had  realized  he’d  been  too  obvious  with  his  reaction   ,  he  smiled   (   this  act  only  wavering  when  he  watched  her  toss  more  money  and  candies  in   )  .

          the  werewolf  took  her  hand  and  shook  her  on  it   ,   nervous  laughter  causing  his  body  to  shake  .   “   so  long  as  you  don’t  mind  our  chaperone  seeing  my  ankles  too   .   call  me  a  slag  all  you  want   ,   but  if  someone  is  buying  me  dinner   ,   i  like  to  show  a  little  skin  in  appreciation  .   ”   

          he  studied  his  cards  again   ,   his  jaw  clenched  in  concern   .   allowing  one  final  sigh  to  slip  free   ,   he  pushed  the  remaining  balance  of  his  money  into  the  middle  of  the  table   .   to  be  fair   ,  it  wasn’t  much   .   still  enough  to  warrant  dorcas  to  include  another  galleon  to  match   .  “   if  you’re  payin’   ...   might  as  well   .   ”   

being outside always brought a smile to the young witches’ face, though today you did not find her roaming the grounds. instead she was in the library, nose deep in  Winogrand’s Wondrous Water Plants. most would think it would be for one of her lessons’, but lately the blonde had started a SMALL obsession with water plants. once she was able to get her hands on such a book, the need to read it quickly and soak up all the information had made her wonder to an isolated corner in the library. 

without noticing her feet had started moving, first a small tap tap tap’s, then they started to wander her parameter. usually a sign she was very much into something. florence noticed her actions when her left foot bumped into something. looking up from her book, a small smile on her lips she spoke. “ I’m sorry.” 

remy !

            “   that’s  quite  alright  .   ”   remus  smiled  in  response   ;   it  was  a  gentle  curve  of  his  lips  that  didn’t  quite  reach  the  depths  of  his  hazel  gaze   .   he  must  remind  himself  to  keep  his  mouth  parted  and  soft   ,   but  not  too  much  as  to  show  the  sharp  edge  of  his  white  teeth   .   he  needed  to  look  like  an  accessory   .   unreal  in  a  way   .   the  boy  was  always  calculated   ,   always  careful  in  how  he  was  presented  .  he  all  but  controlled  their  eyes           they  saw  whatever  he  wanted  them  to  see   (   and  fuck  if  he  wasn’t  amazing  at  it    )  .   so  he  appeared  approachable  despite  perfection   ,   but  in  reality   ,   he  was  choking  on  his  own  exhaustion    .   remus  didn’t  have  it  in  him  to  finish  the  assignment   ,   but  damn  it   ,   he  needed  to  push   .   “   i  don’t  mean  to  pry   ,   but  i  have  to  ask   ,   ”   he  pointed  to  the  book  in  front  of  her   ,   “    business  or  pleasure   ?   ”

“for someone who is - ostensibly - enrolled in university, you have a shockingly poor grasp of language.” paris’ lips are moving before she has a chance to even think twice, and she’s just glad they don’t say anything too cutting. “usually, generally, often - more so than not.” she rolls off, then shrugs, as though she couldn’t care less. truth is, she couldn’t, but there’s something annoying about the way he won’t let her win. something making her ever more determined to back him into a corner. “well, i’ve always been known to revel in a bit of a fight.” she says, then watches his face form into something almost too convincing. she reaches a hand out and grasps a lock of his hair, twists it between her fingers. then it retracts, and she shakes her head. “oh, i doubt you’re losing that any time soon. far too thick.” she says. “well, at least you know you peaked in high school,” she jests, utterly oblivious. “do your mates know they did, too?”

remy !

           “  define   ‘   ostensibly   ’    ,  ”   he  smirked   ,   the  impish  spark  in  his  gaze  practically  doubling  in  size   .   despite  his  teasing   ,   remus  lupin  remained  put  together  and  semi-professional   ,   granting  any  passerby  the  gift  of  seeing  the  young  werewolf  taking  part  in  a  slightly  amusing  ,   yet  overall  educational  conversation  with  a  fellow  coed  .   remus  could  repeat  the  word   ‘   penis   ’   and  still  look  as  though  he  was  discussing  a  financial  crisis  .    “   your  words   ,   not  mine   .   ”   he  ran  his  hand  through  his  curls   ,   flattered  by  the  compliment  despite  the  joking  manner  in  which  it  was  given   .   “   oooooh  .    if  i  didn’t  know  any  better   ,   i’d  say  you  were  biting  your  thumb  as  me   ,   miss  .  montague   .   lucky  you  enjoy  a  good  fight  because  them’s  fightin’  words   .   ”   he  wiggled  his  index  finger  back  and  forth   ,   playfully  scolding  the  woman  before  him   .   “   those  boys  are  still  climbing   .  i’m  the  one  who  got  winded  on  the  bottom  rung   .    ”

he’s goading her. she knows it - trying to get her to push, to pursue a straight answer. why, she’s not sure - could just be the game of it, same as she would. but she’s not going to bite. “does that usually work? the whole mysterious, aloof thing?” she asks, smile never fading from her face. then she chuckles. “studying might be a strong term, remus. clearly it’s because of my blinding academic prowess and eternal willingness to fight for justice, however.” she deadpans, then her teeth flash in a new sort of grin - probing, almost hungry. “why am i not surprised you remember hogwarts so well?”

remy !

           “   i  have  no  idea  what  you’re  talking  about  ,   ”   he  mused   ,   a  mock  look  of  confusion  fading  as  he  added   ,   “   ...  define  ‘  usually   ’   .   ”   at  this  point  in  time   ,   he  would  turn  and  walk  away   ;   however   ,   he  was  far  too  amused  by  her  blunt  attitude   .   very  few  called  him  out  on  his  antics   .    implications  were  there    ,   sure  ,  but  never  was  he  so  blatantly  exposed   .   it  was  fun   .   “   and  who  doesn’t  enjoy  a  good  ol’  fashioned  argument  every  now  and  then  ,  huh   ?   ”   insert  arched  brow  here   .   “   well  those  were  my  best  years   .   it’s  all  downhill  from  there   ,   i’m  afraid   .   truth  be  told   ,   i’m  lucky  i  still  have  my  hair  .   ”    he  adopted  a  charming  smile   ,   as  if  he  knew  any  other  kind   ,   and  ignored  the  painful  sting  of  his  words  being  true   .   sans  the  hair  joke  ,   remus  would  be  lucky  to  find  himself  as  happy  as  he  was  during  his  Hogwarts  days  .   there  were  rare  opportunities  for  werewolves   .    no  one  wanted  to  hire  a  monster   .    “   any  day  now   ,   really  .   ”

“as long as he doesn’t make the mistake of calling me margaret, i’m good with whatever.” she’d rarely ever set foot on the college grounds, having been picked up by the ballycastle bats straight out of her seventh year. in fact, if not for a letter from the professor in question requesting she speak at the school, she wouldn’t be there now. “just how old is he?”

remy !

            “   oh   ,   of  course  ,   ”   he  nodded  along   ,   pretending  as  if  this  were  common  knowledge   .   at  the  same  time   ,   he  shifted  his  stance  before  pulling  a  muggle  pen  from  his  back  pocket   .   using  his  teeth  to  pull  the  lid  free   ,   he  wrote  a  message  on  his  open  palm   ,   mumbling  somewhat  incoherently  in  the  process  .   “   dho  margarehs  .   ”   translation   ?   no  margaret  .   returning  the  pen   (  and  lid  )   to  his  pocket   ,  he  offered  her  a  smile   ,  practically  daring  her  to  mention  what  he  just  did   .   “   ballpark  figure   ?    older  than  twenty    ,   but  not  a  day  over  ninety-five  .   ”

“That not…” Sirius’ brow furrowed and he frowned. He supposed both of those things were involved in training. Endurance and strength were both necessary. It just wasn’t what he immediately associated with quidditch training. It wasn’t the fun part, he supposed. He paused at the offer, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re bribing me. Tempting me away. I don’t appreciate it.” But was he going to give in? He narrowed his eyes at Remus. “Fine. But my treat, not yours.”

remy !

                “   please   ,   ”   he  scoffed   .   “   ‘   bribe   ’   is  such  a  pejorative  term  .   like   ‘   dumbass   ’  or  ‘   james    ’   .    ”    his  smile  returned   ,   the  boy  clearly  kidding  as  he  hid  his  surprise  over  how  easily  sirius  gave  in   .   he  wasn’t  stupid           one  early  morning  breakfast  didn’t  mean  he  would  give  up  on  quidditch  altogether   .   that  would  take  at  least  two  more   ,   he  thought  with  mild  amusement   .   “   so   ,   not  only  do  i  talk  you  out  of  whatever  THIS  is   ,   ”    remus  started   ,   motioning  toward  his  figure   ,  “   but  i  also  get  you  to  offer  to  pay  for  breakfast  in  the  process   ?   i  really  am  good    .   should  have  taken  political  science   .   but  if  it’s  all  the  same  to  you   ,   i’ll  at  least  pay  for  myself   .   now  c’mon  ,   go  change  .   ”

A big smilled appeared in Hestia face when she saw Remus “ Hello Remus! How have you been?” She questioned. Now she was very happy, because it feel like ages since she saw Remus and she liked Remus very much. Hestia was the kind of person, that when she liked or loved someone, she feels true happiness to see them. It was like a burst of sun light in her soul “That is madness.” She giggled “That’s not a bad idea! We should go together!” The idea mde Hestia excited for choosing a club “I tought , maybe music club….I love music… Or muggle literature, even tho I only read one muggle book in my whole life.”

remy !

paris lets out a small laugh - not entirely amused, but not unamused, either. “i’ll alert the daily prophet.” she quips, easily falling into the simplicity of empty jests. “well, do they or don’t they? if they’re really your friends, surely you’d be sure.”

remy !

          “   yeah   ,   you’d  think  .   ”   he  said  with  a  stern  nod   ,   all  too  aware  he  was  ignoring  her  question   .   it  was  for  no  reason  other  than  he  found  it  slightly  amusing   .   “   so   ,   paris   ,   ”   he  started   ,  emphasizing  her  name  to  show  he  remembered  it   ,   “   why  am  i  not  surprised  you’re  studying  to  be  a  lawyer  ?   ”