Epistulae Heroum

Remus Lupin, a fifth year Slytherin who despises his own house, finds a note on the windowsill of a bathroom stall and decides to leave a responding message underneath. The next day, he finds the original author has replied. Before he knows it, he’s sending multiple notes a day to a (sort of) complete stranger.  OR   LET THE CHILDREN USE ITLET THE CHILDREN LOSE ITLET ALL THE CHILDREN BOOGIE  A smile cracked at Remus lips for a flurry of reasons. The first one was, obviously, the fact it was Bowie. The second was whoever had wrote it had probably intended for it to look punk, but the scrawl had come out looking, the only way Remus could describe it, like if the queen put on a leather jacket. Trying far too hard to look cool.And the third, well, Remus just couldn’t resist.He pulled out his wand and whirled it around. Muttering a quick incantation, the tip of it morphed into a square, ink-soaked felt. A trick Remus had taught himself in third year after being sick of looking for fancy bloody quills and clunky bloody ink pots.  It’s lose it before use it, Ziggy

Ahhh!! I’ve been so excited to start writing this fic, lich been planning it since the beginning of October. Enjoy, my lovelies!! <3