Sirius
A month later I was sitting in Remus’s office as he frantically wrote on documents. His hand was wrapped up from an accident he had gotten on his night out with his friends. He looked sick and it made me worried.
“Moons?” I asked setting down my notebook, fully giving him my attention. He stopped writing and looked up at me, broken and sad. “o fy Lleuad beth sy'n brifo chi?”
“It’s this fucking ball. I’ve now made three different versions of this document and every single time I finish or get close it goes missing. It’s frustrating, I've been working on it for maybe four or five months minimum and it's just, it's bullshit.” He placed his pen down and pinched his nose bridge.
“This is documented number four then I would assume?” I stood and moved to stand just behind him. He nodded before he brushed his hand over one of the pages. “Maybe change the theme? If you’ve kept the same theme, I wonder if a different theme will work.”
“What would you propose would work as a different theme?” He tugged me closer and let me move so I could sit on his lap and see the documents better. I saw he was planning a rather black and white ball and on all accounts it looked boring.
“Hm, here’s your issue, it’s too simple. You need a bit of sparkle.” I informed him, his arms wrapped around my waist as I started to write in different ideas. “Like it should involve a bit of play, excitement to wow the guests. Masks, we should order masks, and give everyone a new name. A masquerade, it would add a bit of style into the ball. Oh and it needs a theme!”
“You believe it needs a theme, what would you propose for that my darling Seren?” I sat back in his arms and thought for a moment. I took that time to look around his office, it was very astrology themed, with maps of the stars everywhere I looked.
“I want to make it based on the night sky, Lune. You said I’m not the only Animagus correct? The masks could match our animal halves, we can have each guest mail us what their animal patronus or Animagus is, and make them masks for it. Mine will be a Black dog, and you, I think a gray wolf will suit you well.” I felt him place his chin on top of my head.
“You’re a very creative man. Would you hate it if I gave you the task of planning my ball?” He hummed. I felt joy swell in my chest as I started to write more things down for Remus’s ball. I shook my head, happy to take on the task and to make him proud of me.
“I would love to, it would give me a chance to do something other than revise and edit my journal.” I verbally accepted his offer. He stilled behind me before I heard one of his desk drawers creak open after his hand around my waist left me.
“I’ve had something for you, for a while. Can I give it to you now?” I followed his arm and found his hand halfway into a drawer. I looked behind me at him, confused. “I’ve had it for the last few months since I learned it was something you would like and that I wanted to give you.”
“I’m not opposed to gifts, I’m just not used to them.” I tucked my head just against his collar. I felt his beard tickle the top of my head and I let out a small laugh. Everything about him was so addictive.
“Well, I must change that. If you live in my house, my rules simply state that you shall be spoiled to whatever extent I see fit.” He joked before pulling out a thick black journal. The cover was leather and the corners had gold pressed in. I gawked at it for a few moments before the soft leather book was placed in my hands.
“What is this?” I whispered as I turned it over in my hands. He took one of my hands and guided me into opening it and looking at one of the pages, elegantly copied were my notes from the book I had just been editing.
“I had it printed and bound, so you would always have your original copy. Figured you would like it.” He continued to move my hand while we flipped through a few of the pages. I curled up in his lap a bit more.
“It’s beautiful, Lune. It’s absolutely gorgeous.” I hummed. His free hand squeezed a bit over my waist before he tilted his head to look down at me. I met his gaze and smiled. “Thank you for this, it means the world to me.”
“Anything for you Seren, and yes you’re right, it’s stunning.” He remarked keeping eye contact. “Now, with two journals, shall we get to planning this ball? I believe you have just become the sole planner and mastermind behind its success. Wouldn’t want to distract you from that.”
“Of course, now your mask should symbolize you as a person, and the power you hold as Duke of the castle. There should never be any doubt you are the man of the castle.” I started to ramble off while scribbling down my ideas. He hummed, returning his hand to my waist while he happily listened to my rant.