#melancolialunar

[lxceandlovegood]

nightlight

WHEN. june 25, 1984, early afternoon 

WHERE. prewett estate 

WHO. @melancolialunar

Xenophilius had slept like a rock troll the moment their aching body touched their bed. The debrief had gone long and the half-healing Xeno had gotten meant that most of their aches and pains were gone but not all. Getting out of bed after Pandora had left that morning was difficult; they’d needed to accio their cane to the bedside, and they hated when they had to do that. 

Thankfully, after a pain potion and some food, the cane was stored back away before heading off to headquarters again. Probably, Xenophilius should go to the Quibbler office, but they were due for a break, even if they couldn’t stay cooped up in their house the whole day. They made their own schedule, and they could take a day or two off to help and to rest if necessary. 

They’d intended to do just that when a familiar, tired looking figure cut in front of them in one of the many labyrinthine halls of Prewett Estate. Xeno skids to a halt, brow furrowing as their head cocks to the side, and they shake their head, grabbing for a hand or an elbow. 

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping? You just came off an infirmary shift.” 

[pinkbitch23]

Si no me mantengo ocupada, me vuelvo la persona más melancólica del mundo, podría quizás hasta decir con esa aptitud que no quisiera ni siquiera vivir....

[dogstxrsirius]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: December 27, 1983 - Flashback With: @melancolialunar

James was dead.

Sirius’ jaw clenched and unclenched, the thought running through his mind on repeat.

James was dead.

He stood from where he’d been sitting, the chair’s wooden legs scraping against the old, creaky floor as he shoved it back, and began pacing the length of the room, hands balled into fists at his sides. James was dead, gone, and so was Benjy, and Marlene and Emmeline and Gideon. They’d lost so much - so much - but losing James...

It was like something had snapped into place in his mind when Benjy had exploded, after months of searching and denial, that James was dead. He was actually dead. Gone. And Sirius couldn’t handle that, because it was obvious that intel had been given to the Death Eaters that led to his capture - intel only an Order member could know.

Sirius hadn’t slept since returning from the failed mission, having dealt with Order higher-ups for his malfeasances upon returning, and then pacing the length of his flat for the rest of the night, wrought with anger and upset (and maybe a little bit of guilt). He’d been told to stay home, to take a break from Order business, but Sirius couldn’t get it out of his mind.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind that the spy responsible for the intel leak was, in fact, Remus.

And the more he thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. Remus had spent months in secret running with the werewolves, had lied so easily about that before, could easily have empathized with their supposed plights and found a better “deal” siding with Voldemort. Sirius wanted to think it far-fetched, that Remus would never, but doubt had crept into the edges of his minds, and all Sirius could think now when he thought of Remus was spy. Remus had been insistent that James was dead, had too easily given up on their friend, and he was a werewolf.

Sirius had heard stories of werewolves growing up, of dark creatures only out for themselves, and Remus had, he thought, proved himself to be otherwise. But... he couldn’t shake the thought that, maybe, Remus was more like the creatures from the stories than he originally thought. It was difficult to stray from one’s nature, after all, and it was in a werewolf’s nature to be a monster.

And so, with Benjy’s blood still staining his skin, Sirius had decided that he was going to confront Remus. He’d finally scrubbed himself clean in the early afternoon before sending an owl, asking Remus to meet him at Headquarters. It was brief, vague, all Sirius could muster without losing it completely. So, he waited, pacing the floor, because James was dead, and it was likely because of Remus.

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[wrongdeor]

@melancolialunar​

June 24th, 1984. Prewett Estate.

Severus stepped away from the meeting room where Prewett introduced the new changes to the rest of the team and went over the plan again, this time with Severus’ addition in mind. Severus had watched their stalwart and fearless leader with a skeptical eye. Doubtful, but not willing to voice his doubts only hours before they were meant to head out into the field. 

Gideon Prewett had a good track record as Team Lead, but that was before. And people didn’t always recover enough to retain their sensibilities in battle. But as Jones and Moody insisted, they could only know once he was out on the field. And he did agree to lead them, after all. That was a good sign. Severus would still keep an eye out, ready to pick up the slack as it happens, but he won’t object.

At least there was someone on their team that could carry their own weight. The thought, like a summons, brought Lupin to his line of sight, and Severus approached the werewolf with a nod. 

‘ Lupin, ’ he called, gesturing towards the amulet in the other’s hand. ‘ You’ve got something for me? ’