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nobleregulus‌:

         Regulus came from a family that didn’t talk often about their emotional state, nor talk much about the problems that were bothering them. He’d learned over the years to bottle up all the emotions he was feeling and forget about them all. People said that wasn’t healthy, but at least Regulus didn’t cry at the drop of a hat or act like an idiot with his emotions. He knew that what he said was not what Remus wanted to hear; Regulus had stopped caring about saying things that he knew other people wanted to hear. Sometimes he just had to act slightly cold to others to not show the hurt on his face. Regulus felt so rejected by his own brother and seeing him with his friends, his new family, hurt more than he cared to admit. Maybe he wasn’t going about this the right way, but no one else seemed to care about what he was feeling, so he preferred to act the way he did even if it verged on cruel sometimes. If Remus was smart, he’d understand there were more complicated reasons why he didn’t want to talk about what was going on. “Thanks, but I won’t ever take you up on that offer.” His words sounded much harsher than he meant for them to sound, but he didn’t care. If it got his point across, why did it matter if he hurt someone’s feelings?

         The mention of the club was only to fill space that’d be awkward now that Regulus had refused to talk about their mutual connection. He supposed that they didn’t have to talk about anything and that Remus could go off and finish drinking alone or whatever he was here for. Regulus didn’t know why he brought up the club – but it was practically the only thing they had in common, as far as he could tell. Art was something that Regulus liked a lot more than he cared to admit and the club was a way for him to talk to others that also enjoyed art. The first time he’d seen Remus there, he’d wanted to walk out of the club, but his passion for art was more than the hatred he had for his brother’s friends, maybe even James Potter. “I wish I had the luxury to like what I liked,” Regulus replied, without thinking about what he said. He nodded at Remus’ question. “Yes, I try to make it to every meeting. Well, I look forward to seeing you there then,” he said, maybe sounding a bit more eager than he meant to sound.

“Right. Noted.” So that was final, was it? There would be no chance of reconciliation between the brothers? Remus could hardly pretend to be surprised given Sirius’s side of things, but there was something saddening about the finality of it all. The two were brothers after all, and while fate had dealt Sirius a cruel hand when it came to the family he’d been born into, you only ever got one of those.

The luxury to like what I like. The sentiment had Remus frowning. Sirius had always talked of his family’s controlling nature, how much he had to fight to pursue his own interests. Remus had always assumed his friend had been alone in that respect, that his brother shared the family’s views and values, therefore struggling less than Sirius did. It had never occurred to him that perhaps Regulus had simply resigned himself instead. “I never thought about it as a luxury before.” He said quietly.

I look forward to seeing you there. An odd thing for Regulus to say, but Remus brushed it off as nothing more than ritual politeness slipping in. “Yeah, I’ll see you there.” Remus replied cordially, glancing toward the doorway and his way out. “Enjoy your dinner, Regulus.” He added before heading for the door. 

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baesyhookum‌:

Daisy knew it wasn’t totally her fault, but she still felt bad. She didn’t know how long it took Remus to get dressed up for the occasion, but if it took half as long a she did then it was definitely something worth saying sorry for. “We’ll meet in the middle and say it’s both of our faults, or maybe it’s the place’s fault. Those darn walls.” She scrunched her face up before returning to her normal smile.

“Clearly I don’t know how to walk in them either. I don’t know how some people walk around like it’s no problem.The grass is definitely hard. Walking up the stairs is a nightmare. Thank Merlin my apartment doesn’t just have stairs.” Daisy joined the werewolf in inspecting the stain. She tried to remember some cleaning spells, but she was coming up empty. It took her a minute before she replied to the boy, “No, but I know the muggle way of removing stains and it’s pretty effective.” Soap and water usually fixed most problems, or at least it has for her.

Remus laughed as he unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off, inspecting the front for stains. It wasn’t so bad, his shirt and tie had taken the brunt of the spill, though the lapel of his jacket was marked. “The walls, yes, you’re right, it’s the wall’s fault of course.” He gave Daisy a warm smile, all easily forgiven between them.

“Oh Merlin, stairs. That sounds dangerous.” Honestly, Remus couldn’t understand why women wore heels. They seemed downright impractical and he thanked fate and societal norms that he was spared from having to wear them himself. “It might be effective, but it’s relatively slow. I don’t know that I have time for the muggle way.” He mused, thinking through the laundry list of household charms from his school days. “A scouring charm might be a bit too much… maybe Tergeo, will do the trick?”

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theboldestblack‌:

                   “Well, you know how much I hate counting, Moony. Of course I like it better.” Sirius said back, a smile lighting up his face. 

The streets were still busy, but slowly beginning to thin out. It was the end of the work way, and muggles moved all around them, walking on the sidewalks and driving their cars in the street. Sirius was still working on learning all of their traffic rules, after getting into a spot of trouble with the muggle police while on his motorbike. He wondered what he had done with the “ticket” given to him by the officer. What was it a ticket for, he wondered? He’d forgotten to ask. 

“Emmeline told me about a grocery store near our flat.” Sirius said. “But while I was there, I met a muggle girl. I swear it, Remus, —” He said happily, gesturing about with his hands as he spoke. “— she looked just like the girl on the poster I had in my room at Grimmauld Place.” The sign for Phonica Records loomed up ahead, just three minutes up the sidewalk. “So, of course I had to talk to her. Anyways, we ended up going on a walk, and she brought me here. I’ve been going ever since.” 

Remus couldn’t help but study the cars in the street, or the stream of muggles as the two made their way down the walk way. There was an ease to the rhythm of it all that was foreign and yet familiar at the same time. Crowds of people moved predictably, no matter if it was at the Ministry, in the streets of Diagon Alley, or London. Still, the flashes of muggle clothing, bright in their own way, more utilitarian than Remus’s usual robes, were fascinating in a crowd comprised entirely of muggles rather than in the back of closets at home. The cars, their lights and noises were not a new experience for Remus either, but he enjoyed watching them all the same, the consistent rumbling filling their air in a way that quickly settled into the background. He didn’t feel quite comfortable in the muggle world, as he knew his place was amongst his fellow wizards, but he didn’t feel so much a stranger amongst them as he supposed others might.

“Did she now?” He asked, an amused grin tugging at his lips. “I don’t suppose she was dressed the same way too, was she?” He teased his friend, though he could only guess what the poster might look like. Remus had never been welcomed at Sirius’s childhood home for obvious reasons. If his blood status and house placement were not enough for Sirius’s family to find fault with him, his condition alone made him unsuitable company. “Go for the girl, stay for the music, that sounds about right.” Remus said with the shake of his head, though he couldn’t help but grin.

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sadavery‌:

Friends was perhaps a bit of a stretch when it came to defining Vincent’s relationship with Peter Pettigrew. They didn’t often spend time together, outside of their conversations while Vincent was working. Peter was a regular at Sugarplums, giving Vincent ample opportunity to see him. But beyond the one meeting of Gobstones Club that he had attended, per Peter’s request, the two had not spent much time together. Still, whether or not it made any sense, Vincent was fond of Peter. Much more so than he was for anyone else he hadn’t already known for at least a decade. Maybe friends was the correct label. 

                                                 “Yeah, friends.” Vincent confirmed, in his typical short fashion.

The edges of Vincent’s lips twitched into a slight smile. Tough day at work. A good enough reason to drink, as any. Vaguely, he wondered what sort of work Lupin had found that was so stressful, considering his young age. Though, he supposed that didn’t matter. He was working an entry-level job himself, now, and he was plenty stressed. Though, he did have plenty of other mitigating factors. 

He wasn’t all too surprised to see Lupin turn his question back towards him. Vincent lifted his glass in Lupin’s direction, and then brought it towards his mouth for a sip. As he set it back down on the counter, the ghost of a smile resting on his face pulled itself into something stronger, and more solid. “Tough day at work.”

Remus nodded at Vincent’s confirmation, bringing his drink to his lips once more and accepting that he would learn nothing of this friendship from Vincent. It was no matter, he would ask Peter about it another time. Remus was by no means possessive when it came to his friendships, but he did care for his friends’ well-being admittedly more than his own. Whatever the nature of Peter’s friendship with Vincent, Remus only hoped that it was one Peter was content with.

Despite himself, Remus found himself sharing a smile with Vincent. He couldn’t be sure if it was merely coincidence or if Vincent was dodging the question as Remus had, but either way he found Vincent’s response amusing enough. Setting his glass back down on the counter, Remus occupied himself by turning it with his fingers on the old worn surface of the bar. “And what is it that you do for work?” He asked casually, though it was in an effort to continue their line of small talk rather than out of genuine curiosity.

a guy walks into a bar

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unspeakableprewett‌:

Looking around the room, he could see almost every member of the Order. It did put Fabian slightly on edge. He wasn’t even sure he’d ever been to one of their meetings with everyone in attendance. This day, so out in the open, felt very odd, the opposite of the rules of secrecy that had kept them all alive. So far. He was glad to see everyone, though, in spite of the off-putting feeling. This was what they were fighting for, after all. Their community to live in peace and happiness. This wedding was the symbol of that. Perhaps that was why he felt so relaxed around Remus. They couldn’t reveal a deeper acquaintance with each other, but it was nice to have a friendly conversation, not a life and death one, with his fellow Order member. “Now you sound like Gideon,” he laughed, in response to Remus’ teasing. “I’m a minute older than him but he’s always giving me a hard time about it.”

Remus was certainly correct on his analysis of the wedding boom. “I’m biased, perhaps, since my sister did much the same thing and gave me all my wonderful nephews. Therefore, I support the practice of marriage very much.” Fabian grinned, but added on a more serious note. “It is a shame, though, that for many such a happy occasion has to be hastened by fear. People shouldn’t have to worry about how much time they have left with one another when they’re just beginning their lives together.” It was yet another injustice of the current war. It felt wrong to talk about it when they were at one such wedding now.  

Remus laughed at the mention of Fabian’s twin brother, unsurprised by the teasing they shared. While he had no siblings of his own, Remus did have his fellow Marauders, and he considered them as good as brothers. Over their many years of friendship and the countless experiences they had shared, the four of them had discovered a kinship deeper than friendship, deeper than that shared between some family members even. They had forged a brotherhood of their own, one wrought with teasing as well. “A minute, you say?” Remus asked, hardly able to hide his grin. “Well, that’s a whole sixty seconds, of course he’d hold something that significant over you.”

Raising his hands, Remus conceded the point. “You have every right to be biased.” He said, smiling at the thought of the growing number of Weasleys. “How many nephews do you have now? I can’t imagine how you keep track of them all.” The concept of such a large family was foreign to him, but not unwelcome. How many times in his life had he wished for siblings of his own? Of course, it was never an option for the Lupin family considering his condition, but Remus supposed life might have been a little less lonely with a sibling in the house. It was a selfish thought he brushed aside as he always did, it wouldn’t be right to subject another child to the horrors of his lycanthropy, even if they merely witnessed the effect the disease had on him.

“I agree.” Remus said, looking out at the crowd of wedding guests, many of them paired off. “But they’re lucky to have one another all the same.” It must have been nice, to have someone that you wanted to share the future with, despite what it might look like. 

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theboldestblack‌:

                           “Overdo it?” Sirius repeated, eyes widen and mouth falling open. “Me? Overdo it? When have I ever done that?”

It was an entirely ridiculous thing for Sirius to say, considering that both he and Remus knew it was a lie. For better, and for worse, Sirius Black liked to go all out, and the extra mile. He glanced back out into the crowd, still looking for a waiter with drinks. “Well, if I overdo it—” He laughed, unable to finish the sentence without doing so. “— that’s why I have you, to make sure I don’t make a fool of myself.” He held up his hand, “I’ll try to behave myself, though. I promise.” 

Sirius nodded in agreement. “I saw old Slughorn around here earlier, maybe James got trapped with Lily during one of their conversations.” His bad behavior, and general lack of civility had turned Professor Slughorn off about Sirius, and James too. The poor bloke just had to fall in love with Slughorn’s favorite, didn’t he? 

           “I haven’t seen Wormtail in days.” Sirius complained. “D’you reckon he even knows about the wedding? I bet he forgot.”

Remus grinned at his friend, quirking an eyebrow. “Well there was that party in the Common Room sixth year after the Quidditch match…. and then that one time we found the One-Eyed Witch Passage…. any of the Halloween feasts… that Saturday a few weeks ago we met up at the Leaky Cauldron…” Remus counted off each of the instances on his fingers as he spoke, fighting a laugh.

He hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of the incredibly long list of over-the-top things Sirius had ever done, but to be fair, his own list was rather long as well. “Must I always be the one to make sure you behave?” Remus said with an over-dramatic sigh, though he couldn’t hide his smile. He never minded playing the voice of reason or being the responsible one of their friends, as Sirius well knew.

“Slughorn’s here?” Remus asked, glancing over his shoulder as if their old professor might suddenly appear behind him. He had no real fondness for the man, as Slughorn held no particular fondness for him. Remus had been mediocre at potions, and Slughorn only favored the extremely gifted or socially reputable students. While Remus was far from gifted, he was much further from socially reputable considering his condition. “Lily’s worth it.” Remus countered, turning back to his friend and lifting the brownie to his lips, finishing it in a second bite.

“I reminded Wormtail about it a few days ago.” Remus said through a mouthful of brownie with a shrug. Peter could be absent-minded at the best of times, however, and it was likely he really did forget all about the wedding. “But I haven’t seen him yet today.”

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unspeakableprewett‌:

Fabian swung his head wildly at the voice, looking for his father, who he was pretty sure had declined the invitation. He quickly realised it was actually directed at him and winced slightly. Surely he wasn’t that old yet? He traced the voice back to Remus Lupin, a young Order member who Fabian had worked with closely. Their career paths, though not the same, had a lot of commonalities and the younger wizard had a mind that Fabian admired. Despite his youth, he also had a great deal of maturity, perhaps more so than his friends - although, Fabian noted, they had all joined the Order. Something many older wixen had not done. That demonstrated a deeper nature in each of them, even if it was only so immediately evident in Remus.

Despite recognising this maturity, Fabian still sorrowed to see someone as young as Remus caught up in all of this. This feeling was made worse by the title of seniority Fabian barely felt he deserved. He sometimes felt as though Remus looked to him as fount of wisdom, obviously not quite Dumbledore-level but someone with expertise and confidence on his side. When the truth was that Fabian was as blind as anyone in this war.Trying to shake off his darker thoughts and appreciate the good humour Remus was showing, Fabian smiled as he shook his head. “You can definitely call me Fabian, you know, I’m not that old.  I hope. Although I guess I’d left Hogwarts before you lot had even begun - now that’s a sobering thought.”  Alright, so maybe he was getting a bit old. “You’ll see, before long you’ll be at weddings for all your schoolmates and you’ll know how I feel.” 

It felt strange to be on a first name basis with Fabian Prewett. The man had an established career in the Ministry, he was a key member of the Order, and though he was far from old, he was older than Remus. It was only out of politeness, and perhaps a bit of teasing if he was honest, that Remus often reverted to calling Fabian by his last name instead. Further, when not working closely on Order missions, Remus found he was confused how familiar he could be with his fellow Order members. Better to play it safer than to reveal their connection through an illegal vigilante organization by mistake. Surely here they were among friends, but elsewhere, Remus couldn’t be sure. 

“You’re far from old.” Remus assured him with a grin, unable to help but tease him a little bit. “Though you are older than me.” He agreed with Fabian. At the mention of weddings Remus frowned skeptically. “Seems like a good handful of my classmates have already started on that, though I suppose in times like these no one really wants to wait.” He mused, though he hadn’t meant to sound so cynical. “Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s wonderful.” Remus added quickly, thinking about James and Lily in particular. “I just wonder how many would have waited a bit longer if things had been different.”

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theboldestblack‌:

Having just said goodbye to Emmeline, Sirius was more than welcome to seeing Remus. He waved once more in the direction of his friend and neighbor before turning to give his full attention to one of his best mates. “Oh, there you are, Moony.” He said, flashing Remus a smile. He held up a plate covered in the crumbs of all of the food he had already eaten. “I can’t believe you’re only now making your way over here. You’ve been missing out, mate.” He leaned over and grabbed a brownie, and then pushed it at Remus. “Here, try one of these.”

Feeling full enough himself, Sirius set his plate down on the table, unsure of where else he should set it. “I came over to eat, so I could sober myself up.” He patted himself on the belly, “I think that did the trick. What’do’ya think, Moony, should we have another glass of wine?” Though the question wasn’t yet answered, he found himself looking out over at the rest of the recipients, wondering if any of the waiters were nearby. “You reckon Prongs is around somewhere? I doubt he’s had enough to drink either.”

Remus laughed, easily accepting the brownie Sirius shoved into his hands. He looked it over for a moment before taking a generous bite. Sirius was right, he had been missing out. The brownie was one of the best he’d ever had, and before he could finish the first bite, Remus was already reaching for a plate so he could pile on a couple more. “-so good.” He muttered, his mouth full.

He watched his best friend pat his stomach with an amused smile, holding up a finger as he finished the brownie. “I don’t know, Padfoot. Best not to overdo before the ceremony.” He cautioned good-naturedly. Remus was not usually one to practice restraint when it came to alcohol, one of his many flaws, but he doubted Ezra and Eliza would appreciate a couple of drunk fools at the ceremony. Best to leave that for the reception. “I figure he’s somewhere around here, most likely with Lily. It’s Wormtail I can’t seem to find.” He added, scanning the crowd of wedding guests for their friends.

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baesyhookum‌:

Daisy had boasted earlier about how she was managing to walk in heels, but that luck may run out soon. She had stumbled a couple of times now, but luckily there was always a person around to hold onto or a chair to sit down to avoid a fall. Her worst nightmare would be to spill some food or a drink onto the bride and groom. Daisy wouldn’t get over the embarrassment of ruining the bride’s dress or making the groom have to go change tuxes. She’d have to move away to avoid the story— even if a quick stain removing charm could be used to fix the mess.

She had wandered to a part of the estate she’s never seen before. Someone had handed her a glass of champagne as she walked by, so now she was casually sipping the alcoholic beverage as she glanced around the place. This was a lot bigger than any house she’s ever been to. It amazed her that a person could live in a place this vast. Daisy had trouble keeping up with her little apartment, and that was probably the size of one of their bathrooms. She was too busy admiring the house to watch where she’s going, and before she knew it the witch felt herself trip into a body.

“Stupid heels.” she murmured, glancing up and frowning at the sight of her drink all over Remus’ shirt “Oh Remus, i’m so sorry; I wasn’t looking where I was going and these heels are hard to walk in.”

In a way, Remus was relieved it was Daisy who he had run into. She was one of the kindest people he’d ever met, and would no doubt be understanding of his absent mindedness. On the other hand, however, Remus felt incredibly sorry for nearly knocking her over. “It’s alright, Daisy, really. It was my fault.” He waved away her apology as he glanced down at his shirt. A drying charm and another for stain removal should do the trick to fix the spill on his shirt, and as long as no one was hurt, everything was alright.

“I don’t know how any of you walk in those things.” He gave her a quick smile as he reached into his pocket for his wand before shrugging off his jacket. “Especially in the grass? It must be hard enough to balance without me walking straight into you.” Remus lifted his tie, inspecting the stain and wondering over the best way to remedy it. He wasn’t very good at household spells, and wracked his memory for a simple one. “You don’t happen to know if stain removal charms are easily cast on oneself, do you?” Remus asked with a huff of self-deprecating laughter. “I can’t seem to remember.” 

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nobleregulus‌:

         Regulus knew that he had never been as cold as his parent’s wanted him to be. The walls that he had up now were only for his protection. Normally, he was just kind of awkward and a little soft. But since his brother had left, Regulus had become more closed off – cold to a fault. He wasn’t going to be stupid enough to let someone in his life that might just eventually leave him. That was part of the reason that he kept to himself. With the exception of Severus and the few members of his family that he did see on a regular basis, Regulus spent most of his time alone. He never thought that was a bad thing either because being alone meant that he didn’t have a chance to get hurt. While most of the time it was boring, he’d picked up hobbies that were entertaining, even if they were just reading and talking to the people that came through the Black Manor. Regulus, of course, knew that he acted the way he did because he didn’t want to get hurt. He knew if he became too involved in some situations, he might not have enough strength to back out when the inevitable happened and he ended up hurt. He wasn’t a person that many people cared about. In fact, he could count the number of people that cared about him on one hand: Bella, Cissa, himself. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that his parents cared about him – as much as he wanted them to.

         It was a relief when he heard that Sirius wasn’t going to just show up. He knew that if he saw his brother, he’d probably leave and pretend he hadn’t been there. At some point Regulus knew his brother would seek him out and he hoped that would be later rather than sooner because he was not in the right mindset for that conversation. Regulus wasn’t sure he’d ever be for that matter. When it came to Sirius, he knew he wouldn’t have a choice in the matter. The two of them were both stubborn in their ways – Sirius got what he wanted and wouldn’t give up, but Regulus held onto his grudges for longer than necessary. At Remus’ comment, Regulus wanted to snap at him and say that the feud between the Black brothers was none of his business, but there wasn’t a point. Regulus had always maintained the idea that Remus and Peter had nothing to do with his brother’s choices – that it was all James. Which meant most of the time, Remus was just caught in the crossfire between the two. “Anything that I want to say to Sirius, I’d rather say to his face, but thanks,” he replied, nothing hostile in his tone at all. Regulus didn’t really know how to continue on a conversation with Remus. “Are you going to be at meeting?” Regulus asked, referring to their mutual club. “You always have good taste. In art, I mean.” 

Remus nodded in understanding, but he felt a bit of disappointment at Regulus’s answer. He could see pain, on both sides now, with Sirius’s estrangement. His own childhood had been a lonely, miserable existence and on more than one occasion Remus had found himself longing for a sibling if only to have another person to talk to. Remus had known such a wish was selfish, and that his parents could never entertain the idea of another child in the house with the monstrous disease Remus carried. It was too dangerous to even dream about. The Marauders were his brothers, and for a moment, Remus allowed himself to imagine what it might feel like if they simply disappeared one day. Of course, he’d thought of that before, and a part of him still expected it to happen someday, but the pain at simply imagining being left alone was more than he thought he could bear. Remus could only guess that Regulus might feel some of that now, and while Remus blamed him along with all of the other Black family members for Sirius’s misery, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the boy left behind. “Of course. Just- if you change your mind..” His offer hung in the air, unspoken but clear. If there was anything Regulus might wish to say to his brother, Remus would be willing to pass it along.

At that, Remus assumed he would take his leave as there wasn’t much he could think to say to Regulus. He was surprised to hear a mention of their mutual social club, one where they did well to pretend not to notice the other most of the time. “I- yeah, I’ll be at the next meeting.” He said, surprised at the compliment. Remus didn’t consider himself much of an expert on art, but he enjoyed looking at the famous works, the trips to the museums, and most importantly the lessons on technique. Art was calming, a way for Remus to escape his troubles for just a moment and lose himself in some imaginary world. It shocked him to think that someone might appreciate his contribution to the club. “Thanks. I just- I like what I like, I suppose.” He huffed out a bit of laughter, the clarification not lost on him. “Are you going to be at the next meeting then?”

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Who: Remus Lupin & Sirius Black When: June 14th, 1979. Where: The MacMillan Wedding.

As the time for the ceremony drew nearer, the crowd of guests milling about seemed to shift ever closer toward the rows of chairs set up for their viewing of the ceremony. Remus figured now was as good a time as any to search for his friends, lest he end up in a seat by himself. He wouldn’t mind so much, he new many of the guests fairly well, but he certainly preferred to sit with his fellow Marauders.

Sirius was always the easiest to spot in a crowd, though Remus doubted that it had anything to do with his physical appearance. He had a personality that was best described as loud, everything about him seemingly calling attention. Remus couldn’t help but smile as he watched his friend speak with his usual animation over by the refreshments table. “Hey Padfoot.” He greeted, eyeing the still-full table of delicious looking food. “I should have made my way over here ages ago. This is great.”

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[marauder-remus-lupin]

Who: Remus Lupin & Fabian Prewett When: June 14th, 1979. Where: The MacMillan Wedding

Remus stood at the bar, drink in hand, doing his best to keep out of the way. He’d never been to a wedding before, for obvious reasons, and was flattered that Ezra and Eliza had thought to invite him. Though part of him wondered if he had been invited solely to keep his friends in check, as they were known to get into trouble time and again. He scanned the crowd of guests for them now, wondering if they had made it on time and hoping they were on their best behavior. Surely they could let loose at the reception, but there was enough excited energy in the air without the Marauders running around causing trouble.

As he scanned the crowd of guests for his friends, Remus spotted a familiar figure and determined to say hello. Fabian Prewett had become something of a mentor to him, and Remus always enjoyed the opportunity to pick his brain. Now that he thought about it, however, they never really had a chance just to talk about something other than Order business and he thought it might be nice to make the effort now. “Mr. Prewett!” He greeted as he walked closer. “It’s nice to see you!” Remus held out his hand, smiling as he did so.

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theboldestblack‌:

WHO: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin WHEN: Wednesday, June 6th, 1979. 6:07PM. WHERE: Phonica Records, Muggle London

With a quiet ‘pop’ Sirius apparated into a tight, unassuming alleyway on the east side of Muggle London. A split second later, the same sound rang through the air as a second wizard appeared in the spot next to him. 

It was a common habit for Sirius to shop in the muggle world. Besides the fact that muggles were beyond fascinating to Sirius, they also had far better music to offer than wizards did. He’d already gone and listened to all of the records he’d got a week ago, so it was high time for another trip. He had quite a few spots he liked to shop at, but nothing matched quite like Phonica Records. Being that it was Wednesday, the music charts had likely been updated, and Sirius was eager to grab something new. 

“You’re going to love this place, Moony.” He said happily. He tugged his pants up to rest more comfortably around his hips, and then set off in a brisk pace towards the store. Walking in step next to Remus, he pulled his recently exchanged muggle money from his pocket and waved it around. 

              “Muggles know how to do money better than wizards do.” Sirius said decisively. “It’s so much easier to count. Hundred pence, one pound. A lot easier to do maths like that, don’t you reckon?”

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Remus took a deep breath through his nose, willing his stomach to right itself. Since getting his Apparition license a few years ago, Remus had gotten quite good at it, but still found the method of transportation made him feel ill now and again. If he was being honest, Remus would admit he much preferred muggle methods of transportation, though they were not nearly as convenient. Why did everything have to be unpleasant? Apparition? Nauseating. Floo network? Hello bruised elbows. Portkey? No thanks. 

It only took him a moment to recover, and once he did Remus quickly fell into step beside Sirius, glancing over to him with a grin. It was always fun to watch his pureblood friends discover the muggle world. Remus himself had grown up more firmly rooted in the wizarding world as well, but his mother made sure he was no stranger to her way of life. Muggle money wasn’t so much of a mystery to him as it was to his friends. “Much more logical, I’d say. Of course you’d like it better, being that it’s easier to count, Padfoot.” He teased.

“How’d you find this place anyway?” Remus asked as they rounded the corner of the building to the sidewalk, looking around at the rows of muggle shops lining the street. 

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Who: Remus Lupin & Daisy Hookum When: June 14th, 1979. Where: The MacMillan Wedding.

Remus wandered around the exterior of the manor home, admiring the architecture. It amazed him how intricate pureblood homes were, the designs reflecting the long history, immense wealth, and power of the families who lived there. He’d read once that wizarding architecture often complimented protective enchantments, and Remus had to stop himself from running a hand along the old stone to see if that was true. He imagined so, as his gaze followed the lines of arches and decorative stonework.

His attention turned upward, Remus hardly watched where he was going as he rounded the corner of the home and ran straight into someone else. “Oh I’m sorry!” He said, reaching out a hand to steady Daisy, and cringing as he realized her drink was currently soaking into his shirt. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking her over for any sign of injury and feeling rather stupid. 

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sadavery‌:

                                     “I do know Peter. He and I are friends.”

Lupin seemed shocked by the idea, but Vincent could imagine why. His reputation had always been louder than he himself ever was. Before, he was the Avery heir and the younger brother to the all-too-vivacious Vivianne. The man with a high-level Ministry job, with a father too powerful for his own good. Now, he was the discarded son, the candy-shop employee, son of a muggle. Infamous in a society as small as theirs, but unusual when placed next to someone as unassuming as Peter Pettigrew.

It was interesting to notice that Peter hadn’t seemed to have informed Lupin (and possibly the others) about his newfound friendship with Vincent. Vincent didn’t know Potter very well, and Black only by association, but perhaps they weren’t the most understanding when it came to such matters. 

Vincent fell silent again, eyes washing back over to the bartender as she flitted away to remake the drink. When the newly prepared gin and lemon was placed before him, he grabbed it in one smooth motion, bringing it up to his lips for a sip. After his thirst was satisfied, he lowered the glass to the counter and then glanced back at Lupin. 

                            “It’s fine. I appreciate the new drink.” Vincent drummed his fingers along the bartop. 

          —— “So, is there any particular reason you’re having a drink on a Thursday?”

“Friends, are you?” Remus asked casually, politely if anything, but inside he wracked his memory for any moment in which Peter might have mentioned a friendship with Vincent. Remus would have to ask Wormtail about that later, and made a mental note to himself to do just that. Remus wouldn’t put it past Vincent Avery to be dishonest, but about a friendship with Peter? Remus doubted he would make up such a lie, especially when its validity was so easily checked and there was so little to be gained, which only meant there was likely some kernel of truth to his claim. Either way, it wasn’t so bothersome to Remus as it was a curiosity. If they were friends, why had Peter never mentioned Vincent before? Surely he didn’t think the Marauders would think any less of him for befriending a pureblood? Hell, James was a pureblood and they’d all befriended Sirius long before he’d left his family. 

“Tough day at work.” Remus replied simply to Vincent’s question. It wasn’t a lie, work as a curse-breaker was never truly easy. Each day was a new challenge, but it was one that Remus enjoyed. His response, however, left much of the truth out as Remus wasn’t likely to discuss the current state of the moon or its affect on him with a practical stranger. “And you? Any particular reason you’re having a drink on a Thursday?” He asked, lifting his rightful drink to his lips and taking a sip.

a guy walks into a bar

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nobleregulus‌:

          If he was anywhere but in public, Regulus would have walked out, angrily curing his brother as he left. He had a few choice words for his brother and his friends. But he was in public and he couldn’t make a scene even if he so desperately wanted to. He didn’t think that the two of them were anything alike. When he’d been younger, he’d followed his older brother around, as if Sirius was the king of the world. He followed whatever his brother did because he’d always been in awe of Sirius. Though now he didn’t think that they had any similarities. Sirius had chosen his friends and his new family and didn’t need Regulus. Which is exactly why Regulus didn’t think that he needed to be civil around his brother’s friends. But as long as they were in public he wasn’t going to cause problems for them and didn’t think that he’d run into any of them around the manor or where he tended to hang around. 

          His comment wasn’t the best, or most mature remark he’d made, but Regulus didn’t care. He didn’t know what kind of things Sirius had said about him – or if Regulus was even important enough for the other to bring up; he was under the impression that once Sirius left, he’d made his decision on where he stood with his entire family, including Regulus. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go, even if he’d wanted to. Sirius had been his only friend growing up. Regulus wasn’t looking for a fight with anyone. He knew that if he caused too many problems with Sirius’s friends, that the other would seek him out and he’d rather not talk to his brother. He wanted to ask how Sirius was doing, but he didn’t dare ask. He needed to stay strong and pretend that he didn’t care for his brother, even if he did. It occurred to Regulus that Remus could be meeting Sirius here. “You’re not… meeting him here are you?” Regulus asked, looking around for a moment before turning back to Remus. He wondered if there was a panicked look on his face, or if he was controlling it. The last thing he wanted was for someone to think that he was talking to people that were more than likely part of the other side of the war. He doubted that anyone of his brother’s friends knew his position in the war, that he’d pledged his loyalties to the Death Eaters at such a young age. 

Outwardly Regulus looked cold and callous, but Remus recognized something in him that warranted sympathy. Sirius could do that now and then, fall back on his cold upbringing from time to time. It was a defense mechanism of sorts, one that had been carefully conditioned in him since birth, and one that Remus saw in his best friend’s little brother now. Regulus’ question revealed far more than Remus assumed Regulus wanted to share with him of all people, but Remus could understand his concern. He was cornered in what could have been a very awkward situation, where he might be forced to face his estranged brother without preparation, and Remus was not cruel enough to allow him to agonize over it for any longer. “No. No I’m not, I promise you that.” Remus said quickly, his tone much softer this time.

Remus paused for a moment, knowing it wasn’t his place to involve himself in the Black brothers’ currently nonexistent relationship, but he couldn’t help himself. “He would like to see you though, I know he would.” How many times had Sirius wondered aloud as to his younger brother’s welfare? Of course, he never showed any sense of remorse for leaving his family, but if anything, Remus could tell part of him regretted not taking his brother with him or at least checking up on him sooner. “I’d be happy to pass on a message to him. If there’s anything you’d like to say.” 

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warlockebones‌:

“I agree,” he responded, brushing a hand through his hair with a sigh. “It’s better none of the muggles realize what’s going on. But they’re not stupid. I’ve been watching their news.” Bones looked over the heads of the elevator queue and he was both surprised and grateful it seemed that people weren’t hesitant to go in anymore. Perhaps they’d cleaned most of it up already. He glanced behind him, noticing the queue already piling up like the rest of the elevators. They’d queued up at a good time.

“It’s impossible to keep all their deaths on the down low. It’s just getting worse. They’re starting to think it’s gang violence spiking up. In a sense, they’re not wrong…” Bones scoffed. “That’s what the DE are - some motley gang of imbeciles.” He spoke in a murmur, but he knew was still rather reckless to talk outloud about the Death Eaters. People had become paranoid and it was basically taboo to speak of what was going on. Bones was never one for ignoring taboo.

“I have, too.” Remus said quietly, eyeing the crowd around them. No one seemed to be paying them any mind, but that didn’t mean no one was listening. As a halfblood, Remus knew better than to speak about his muggle mother or the muggle influences she had brought into his life. It was a lesson anyone with muggle blood had learned, as speaking about such things often led to trouble these days. It was best to keep your head down, avoid comments that might let others know your blood-status, and avoid mentioning muggle family members by name. 

“No, the muggles aren’t wrong.” He agreed with a huff of humorless laughter. “In fact, they’ve practically stumbled on the truth, even if they don’t know the half of it.” The news stories speculated nightly as to who the mysterious gang members were, and the possible connections between their victims, but it seemed too random for the muggles to make sense of the killings, which only made them all the more scared. “But If they are a motley gang of imbeciles, what does that make us?” Remus kept his voice low, doing his best to fight the smile that tugged at his lips at the thought. “Though the muggles don’t know about us at all. At least, not from what I can tell.”