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rosie_ruesTitle: A Simple Solution
Rating: Gen
Disclaimer: They're not mine (shame). I'm just borrowing them.
Wordcount: 1048
Prompt: Here
Notes: Pre-slash. Sixth year.
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Remus was awake long before dawn. The moon was round and heavy already. Tonight he would run free, though he would not remember it, come the day. This morning all he could feel was the ache in his bones and the sick dread twisting in his stomach. There was no point staying in bed so he dug his book out and went to sit by the window. It was cut deep into the castle walls and he could perch in there and press his aching back against the cool stone.
The others were still sleeping. Peter was curled up, snoring. James was flat on his back, arms folded. There was a faint smile on his face. Sirius, in his usual fashion, was sprawled across his bed, bare feet thrust out of the end, hair spread across his pillow, blankets knotted and clutched close. His lashes were smutty against his cheeks and his lips were slightly parted.
“You look about twelve,” Remus whispered, so softly he could barely hear himself. He wasn’t sure he believed it, though, even as he spoke. Innocence was not youth. It hardly seemed fair that Sirius, who had spent the last day dodging Slytherin curses and scrubbing Moaning Myrtle’s toilet with a toothbrush for detention, should look so peaceful when he slept.
The sun was coming up over the lake, making the water gleam chilly. The clouds had vanished, banished by the moon, and the whole world seemed silver. Fernlike spars of frost criss-crossed the window. Remus sighed and traced their patterns, holding his fingers just away from the glass so the heat of his body wouldn’t melt them.
His hand was shaking.
With a heavy sigh, he rested his cheek against the stone, letting the cold numb his skin. He hated this. They had told his parents, so long ago he couldn’t remember it himself, that he would get used to it. Instead, every time it was worse. Except it wasn’t, damn this melodramatic moon-cursed indecision. He couldn’t bear the thought of doing it alone again. It was why he was such a bloody awful prefect. There was nothing he would deny them, all of them. They had made him human again when he hadn’t even realised how far he had wandered into himself.
The ice-ferns were shining now, the sun bright behind them.
There was a creak of bedsprings and someone padded across the floor.
“Shove up,” Sirius said and climbed in beside him. Remus brought his knees up obediently, making space for Sirius to sit opposite him. His nightgown pooled around him and he tucked the end over Remus’ bare feet. The flannel was warm and Remus was too grateful to feel more than embarrassment at his blush.
“I woke up in the night. Saw the moon but you looked like you were asleep. Bad night?”
He shrugged and looked at the window again. “It might be a nice day. The frost is lovely.”
“Lightning,” Sirius said, glancing at it. “Pretty.”
“You could sound more interested.”
“I prefer people.” He shoved his feet forward so they covered Remus’ toes. “Cold feet.”
“Not all of us have inbuilt heating spells, you warm git.” But he wasn’t going to pull away.
Sirius grinned at him. “I had an idea while I was asleep. About getting news from the Hospital Wing. I reckon, if I can poison Snape in Potions, then all I need to do is persuade Slughorn to let me take him to Pomfrey.”
“Even the Slug won’t trust you with that one. Why don’t you just go there and ask her how your brother is?”
Sirius looked surprised. “Oh, I couldn’t. It doesn’t work like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I hate him and he hates me.”
“So why do you care?”
“Because he’s still my brother. Blood matters.”
“And in two words you’ve summed up all that is wrong with this world.”
“Moon-moody.”
“Rightfully. Please don’t start something today, Sirius. I ache.”
Sirius studied him, looking worried. “Go back to bed.”
“Can’t. Classes.”
“Remus.”
He stared at the ice again, refusing to meet Sirius’ gaze. “Not letting it win.”
A heavy sigh and Sirius asked, “What can I do?”
“Behave. Oh, and, grovel to Lily, will you? She’s blaming James for what you did yesterday and he’ll whine all day if she’s not speaking to him.”
“I heard that!”
“Morning, Prongs,” said Remus and sat up a little.
“Prongs, tell Remus to go back to bed.”
“I’m not ill! I can walk. I can write. I can read. I can hold a wand. Not ill.”
Sirius grinned and wriggled his toes. “He asked me to behave. Must be something wrong with him.”
“I might bloody well ask you to behave yet. You could have waited until Lily wasn’t watching.”
“Lily’s always watching you,” Peter said sleepily. “Shut up, will you all. Bell hasn’t gone yet.”
“Really?” James breathed, sitting up. “Really, really, really? Right, you lot are going to have to start acting like civilised human beings.”
There was a three-voiced protest and Sirius demanded, “Who made you prefect?”
“He should have been,” said Remus glumly. “We might actually have kept some points.”
“But we wouldn’t have had any fun,” Peter protested, blinking at James.
“Bet he would have told us the password to the prefects’ bathroom more often,” Sirius mused. “I still think it’s not fair that we couldn’t do anything to Narcissa’s bathwater.”
“Will you all stop staring at me,” snapped James. “And stop talking crap. I’d have been a terrible prefect.”
“Couldn’t have been worse than me.”
Peter looked at James who rolled his eyes. Peter, smirking, said sweetly, “Time of the month, Moony?”
“What?”
“He even shrieks like a girl,” James added happily.
He might not have felt his best but Remus still had his wand and was still quite capable of charming two pillows into high-speed flight.
Sirius roared with laughter. “And Lupin scores for Gryffindor. The combination of his tactical genius and the devastating talent of Beater Black – oof!”
Remus, knocked into Sirius by a flying pillow, leant comfortably against the warm muddle of Sirius and pillow before he took aim. The moon was coming but he wouldn’t be alone and he was damned if he’d let Prongs and Wormtail win a pillow war.
Rating: Gen
Disclaimer: They're not mine (shame). I'm just borrowing them.
Wordcount: 1048
Prompt: Here
Notes: Pre-slash. Sixth year.
1 2 3 4 5 6
Remus was awake long before dawn. The moon was round and heavy already. Tonight he would run free, though he would not remember it, come the day. This morning all he could feel was the ache in his bones and the sick dread twisting in his stomach. There was no point staying in bed so he dug his book out and went to sit by the window. It was cut deep into the castle walls and he could perch in there and press his aching back against the cool stone.
The others were still sleeping. Peter was curled up, snoring. James was flat on his back, arms folded. There was a faint smile on his face. Sirius, in his usual fashion, was sprawled across his bed, bare feet thrust out of the end, hair spread across his pillow, blankets knotted and clutched close. His lashes were smutty against his cheeks and his lips were slightly parted.
“You look about twelve,” Remus whispered, so softly he could barely hear himself. He wasn’t sure he believed it, though, even as he spoke. Innocence was not youth. It hardly seemed fair that Sirius, who had spent the last day dodging Slytherin curses and scrubbing Moaning Myrtle’s toilet with a toothbrush for detention, should look so peaceful when he slept.
The sun was coming up over the lake, making the water gleam chilly. The clouds had vanished, banished by the moon, and the whole world seemed silver. Fernlike spars of frost criss-crossed the window. Remus sighed and traced their patterns, holding his fingers just away from the glass so the heat of his body wouldn’t melt them.
His hand was shaking.
With a heavy sigh, he rested his cheek against the stone, letting the cold numb his skin. He hated this. They had told his parents, so long ago he couldn’t remember it himself, that he would get used to it. Instead, every time it was worse. Except it wasn’t, damn this melodramatic moon-cursed indecision. He couldn’t bear the thought of doing it alone again. It was why he was such a bloody awful prefect. There was nothing he would deny them, all of them. They had made him human again when he hadn’t even realised how far he had wandered into himself.
The ice-ferns were shining now, the sun bright behind them.
There was a creak of bedsprings and someone padded across the floor.
“Shove up,” Sirius said and climbed in beside him. Remus brought his knees up obediently, making space for Sirius to sit opposite him. His nightgown pooled around him and he tucked the end over Remus’ bare feet. The flannel was warm and Remus was too grateful to feel more than embarrassment at his blush.
“I woke up in the night. Saw the moon but you looked like you were asleep. Bad night?”
He shrugged and looked at the window again. “It might be a nice day. The frost is lovely.”
“Lightning,” Sirius said, glancing at it. “Pretty.”
“You could sound more interested.”
“I prefer people.” He shoved his feet forward so they covered Remus’ toes. “Cold feet.”
“Not all of us have inbuilt heating spells, you warm git.” But he wasn’t going to pull away.
Sirius grinned at him. “I had an idea while I was asleep. About getting news from the Hospital Wing. I reckon, if I can poison Snape in Potions, then all I need to do is persuade Slughorn to let me take him to Pomfrey.”
“Even the Slug won’t trust you with that one. Why don’t you just go there and ask her how your brother is?”
Sirius looked surprised. “Oh, I couldn’t. It doesn’t work like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I hate him and he hates me.”
“So why do you care?”
“Because he’s still my brother. Blood matters.”
“And in two words you’ve summed up all that is wrong with this world.”
“Moon-moody.”
“Rightfully. Please don’t start something today, Sirius. I ache.”
Sirius studied him, looking worried. “Go back to bed.”
“Can’t. Classes.”
“Remus.”
He stared at the ice again, refusing to meet Sirius’ gaze. “Not letting it win.”
A heavy sigh and Sirius asked, “What can I do?”
“Behave. Oh, and, grovel to Lily, will you? She’s blaming James for what you did yesterday and he’ll whine all day if she’s not speaking to him.”
“I heard that!”
“Morning, Prongs,” said Remus and sat up a little.
“Prongs, tell Remus to go back to bed.”
“I’m not ill! I can walk. I can write. I can read. I can hold a wand. Not ill.”
Sirius grinned and wriggled his toes. “He asked me to behave. Must be something wrong with him.”
“I might bloody well ask you to behave yet. You could have waited until Lily wasn’t watching.”
“Lily’s always watching you,” Peter said sleepily. “Shut up, will you all. Bell hasn’t gone yet.”
“Really?” James breathed, sitting up. “Really, really, really? Right, you lot are going to have to start acting like civilised human beings.”
There was a three-voiced protest and Sirius demanded, “Who made you prefect?”
“He should have been,” said Remus glumly. “We might actually have kept some points.”
“But we wouldn’t have had any fun,” Peter protested, blinking at James.
“Bet he would have told us the password to the prefects’ bathroom more often,” Sirius mused. “I still think it’s not fair that we couldn’t do anything to Narcissa’s bathwater.”
“Will you all stop staring at me,” snapped James. “And stop talking crap. I’d have been a terrible prefect.”
“Couldn’t have been worse than me.”
Peter looked at James who rolled his eyes. Peter, smirking, said sweetly, “Time of the month, Moony?”
“What?”
“He even shrieks like a girl,” James added happily.
He might not have felt his best but Remus still had his wand and was still quite capable of charming two pillows into high-speed flight.
Sirius roared with laughter. “And Lupin scores for Gryffindor. The combination of his tactical genius and the devastating talent of Beater Black – oof!”
Remus, knocked into Sirius by a flying pillow, leant comfortably against the warm muddle of Sirius and pillow before he took aim. The moon was coming but he wouldn’t be alone and he was damned if he’d let Prongs and Wormtail win a pillow war.
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Date: 2005-10-08 12:19 am (UTC)“I had an idea while I was asleep.
it's just so Sirius, his mind is always going. Fabulous. :)
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Date: 2005-10-08 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-08 06:34 am (UTC)By the way, I love your icon. That's a wonderful quote.
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Date: 2005-10-08 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 03:55 am (UTC)The whole thing was adorable. Thanks, it made me smile.
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Date: 2005-10-08 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 09:40 am (UTC)I'm glad the dialogue works - it's one of the things that I know I need to work at.
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Date: 2005-10-08 12:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-10 06:07 pm (UTC)Oh, so lovely, that.
I love the interaction between them. You do the Maurauder voices so well! Especially the way the pester Remus just like it's any other day. Such boys! Excellent stuff. :)
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Date: 2005-10-10 06:14 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. Normality on this sort of day is one of the things they give Remus, I think.
*digs out a Potterpuff icon to match*
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:24 am (UTC)I like the way you're making both Sirius and Remus interact slowly, falling ever so slightly for each other. (And Sirius worrying for his baby brother was incredibly sweet XD)
The moon was coming but he wouldn’t be alone and he was damned if he’d let Prongs and Wormtail win a pillow war.
That's my Remus, terrified to be alone and loving his friends over anything.
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Date: 2005-10-11 09:33 am (UTC)Remus is cautious and Sirius oblivious and it's such fun to work through that.
That's my Remus, terrified to be alone and loving his friends over anything.
*nods* Quite.
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Date: 2007-08-12 02:57 pm (UTC)