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Bloody hell, what is it with all of this school work?

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But the real question is, do I start on this Potions essay or make a trip down to the kitchens?

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Though Remus didn’t say anything, Amelia could tell he was hurting. He was many things, but a good pretender was not always one of them. He could see how much effort it took him to even move a small portion of his body, and her heart pinged painfully as he sat their, obviously in pain. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to get him safely into a bed where he could rebuild his strength. 

"Don’t be mad, Remus. The only place I’m going is to Gryffindor Tower to tuck you in." She lifted her hand and let it linger softly across his face. "I’m never too busy for you, but there’s no way I’d march you around the castle after your weekend. 

She perched herself on the desk, staring at him thoughtfully, not wanting to rush him into moving. She knew that he would stand when he was ready, and she didn’t want to push him. Amelia knew deep down that had she wanted to traipse around the school, Remus would have done so with her, but she wasn’t willing to put him through that pain. All she wanted was for him to get some well deserved rest. 

As Amelia's hand lingered on his face once more, he could feel himself melt under her touch again. Though this time, he sank a bit in his chair, eyes closing, and gave a small breathy sound as he just focused on the feeling of her hand. He had been so convinced that he would never get to feel her skin against his own again, that this would have came to an end, that Amelia would have been left without him due to a moon. But he was here, he had somehow made it through one of the worse moons to date, and he was back with Amelia. Remus sat there for a few seconds, his breathing finally slowing until he realized that he should probably say something back to her. So he cracked his eyes open, seeking her out, and another small smile found its way onto his face.

"Is there any way I could convince you to climb into bed with me?" Remus inquired as he looked up at Amelia. While he knew he needed the rest, it sounded much better to have Amelia crawl into bed with him. To feel her body pressed close in against hers, to have a moment where it was just the two of them, one where they weren't in the library with prying eyes and ears around to hear their conversation.

Remus had a feeling that Amelia was probably waiting for him to get up and move but the very thought of even doing so made his body ache. It had taken so much out of him to even get the library that the task of climbing a few more stairs to reach the Gryffindor Tower seemed quite daunting. But he knew that it had to be done, he couldn't spend the rest of the day sitting in the middle of the library. So he took a deep breath, steadying himself as much as he could and pushed his way stiffly to his feet.

It took everything he had to keep from making any sounds as he did so, though he face twisted some at the movement. His body felt like it weighed a ton, bandages pulled at the skin around healing wounds, and there was an ache that seemed to have settle along every inch of his body. Making each movement more painful than what they would have normally been. Remus reached out a hand and steadied himself against the table, taking a small step forward and pressed his forehead against Amelia's. 

"I just need a second." He breathed out, doing his best to put on a brave face for Amelia, to not let her see just how much he was hurting, or to give her any indication of just how awful the moon had been. It took him a few seconds but he finally pulled away, pressing a kiss against her forehead as he did so, and held out his hand for hers. "Alright you, let's head up so you can tuck me in, and so I can try and convince you I'm okay enough for you to lay in bed with me." Remus smiled slightly, preparing himself for what he knew would be a long and painful trek up to his dorm.

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Remelia Aesthetics 

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Fine. I believe you. Just- You know you could tell me if something was wrong, right? I mean, I know no one is hurting you now but if ever in the future or something… I know I joke around with you all the time and you probably don’t take me very seriously, no one really does, but I care Remus and I’ve got your back.

I really appreciate that, Marlene, thank you. And of course I take you seriously, everyone should, even if you do joke around a lot of the time. You know the same goes for you right? That if you ever need anything, you can always come to me as well. I got your back also, after all, isn't that what mates are for? To look out for one another and all of that.

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I feel like there’s a dirty joke in there, but I’m not going to go there. Can you keep her away from the kitchens tonight? I’ve got about a hundred cupcakes to bake. 

What- no, there's totally no dirty joke there. No idea what you are on about, Alice. A hundred cupcakes? Bloody hell, what are you doing, inviting the whole school to her birthday thing? Bu you know, if you need someone to test taste some of those cupcakes.... I wouldn't object to it.

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newberryluke: loved shooting with this dude last year ——> @rossfergphoto x

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We also don’t have to deal with the Fat Lady to get into our common room, who, let’s face it, has her ups and downs.

Ah, yeah, the Fat Lady. I thought I would grow used to her over the years but it hasn't happened. Once she refused to let me in until I stood there and listened to her sing an Opera song that I swear went on for at least fifteen minutes.

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Trust me, I'm very envious of the fact you lot live so close to the kitchens and have the advantage of midnight snack runs.

You can make fun of Hufflepuffs all you like, but I get to have midnight snack runs without any risk of being caught.

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Yeah, you don’t really seem like the violent type. More of the tea-and-books type. But that’s good; if you were the violent type, I’d have more of an issue. Listen, the fact that you’re even willing to talk with me like this speaks volumes. You obviously care for her a great deal, and I respect that. Just… don’t step on my toes when it comes to Amelia, yeah? I’ll do my best to keep my nose out of our business if you respect the fact that I love that little idiot more than anything in the world. If you get that, then we should get along just fine. 

I do care for her a great deal, more than I can even begin to put into words. The way I feel about your sister, I never felt this way about anyone before in my life and I don't ever plan on doing anything to hurt her. I feel like what we both want the most for her is to be happy. And don't worry, I won't step on your toes when it comes to Amelia and I'll trust that you won't step on mine either when it comes to her or when it comes to our relationship as well. That's all I'm asking of you, Edgar. 

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Can you touch silver? I'm sorry this is a stupid question.

Of course I can. I'm slightly confused as to why you think I couldn't touch it.

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do you like cats?

Cats? Bloody hell, I can't stand them. All they do is arch their backs at you and hiss and scratch you.

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How's it feel to know that Edgar is probably going to kick your ass if you ever have sex with Amelia?

Well, I’ve already had sex with Amelia and he hasn’t kicked my arse, so I feel like I’m doing great in that department.

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I reckon as long as we settle into a comfortable pattern of mutual respect and slight distaste, we’ll be in the clear. For Amelia’s sake. I don’t like punching people, Lupin, and I really would hate to have to even think about that, but you’ve got to understand where my head’s at. You do, though; you’ve got that look about you. You get it. 

That’s what I like to hear. 

I do get it because if someone was to ever hurt her or do anything to her, I wouldn't think twice about throwing a punch at them. And violence is something I try to avoid at all costs but when it comes to her- I would do anything in this world to protect her and keep her safe and most of all, make her happy. So in a way, I do get it. It might not be from that big brother perspective that you have but I get it from the perspective of loving her. 

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I know she’s old enough to make her own decisions; and she’s got more brains between her ears than most gits around here. I reckon if that brain of hers is set on you, then there’s got to be something there worth trusting. Doesn’t mean I have to like you, though. But I’m not going to do anything about it. Just wouldn’t be right. If she’s happy, I’m pacified. But if I hear one little whisper that she’s having doubts, or issues, or isn’t happy, it’s me that’s going to be knocking on your door. 

I want to like you, Lupin. Really, I do. But she’s my little sister; bloody greatest thing that’s ever happened. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that, though. She deserves the world, and if that’s you, that’s you. Got to prove it to me first, though. 

Edgar, I'm not asking you to like me. Hell, I'd be more surprised than anything if you did and I know that you may never like me but all I'm asking is that you at least respect me as her boyfriend. And in return I will respect you as her brother. I feel like if we have a level of respect for another, if anything just for Amelia's sake, then I feel like it'll keep us from running into constantly fighting and all of that. The last thing she needs is us to keep having a go at each other over the smallest of things.

I might not ever be able to prove you with that but I can make a promise to you that I will treat your sister with nothing but respect and love because that is what she deserves.