Good Vibrations
“And then others relate it all, when the madness abates:
I silently burn, conscious of love.”
The Heroides - IV: Phaedra to Hippolytus
Saturday 21st September, 1975
Hi
Hi
Hi
Hello
Hi
Hi
Hello
Hello
Moony?
Yes?
I think I deserve another clue.
That depends.
How close are you to working it out?
Hm.
You can’t write ‘Hm’?
Yes I can! It shows that I’m thinking.
And also I think I may have a good idea but there’s a chance that who I think it is will hex me into oblivion if I approach him about it.
Right.
Very practical relationship we have going on here.
I love it when you’re sassy.
What about me?
It’s between two people at the moment. One I still have yet to speak to…
I bet they’re handsome.
I would say they are but if it turns out neither of them are you it feels a bit wrong?
A man who’s considerate.
Prongs could only dream.
Wormtail too, honestly.
Wormtail?? Another one?
Well, yeah. He didn’t really care enough to be interested in the beginning but now I have some potential-Moony guesses he’s intrigued.
And his patronus is…?
A rat.
That’s not telling at all.
Oh, very sassy moony today.
I suppose we should make a name for my best mate.
Actually, somebody I know calls her ‘Isi’ because it’s short for what her name means in her language or something? I’m not actually sure.
Ooo. I like it. Very…
Yeah. I don’t know how to describe it either.
Honestly I think it was just a ploy to get into her knickers.
Ah. Well, then.
Her patronus is a salamander, if that’s anything. You could call her Mandy? Maybe?
Or Sally!
I think I’ll go with Isi, though. It’ll just be a weird transition to go from a normal name to her own when we meet.
I like the sound of that.
The name?
The meeting.
Well, I’m glad.
Oh my god! You’re deflecting again!
I’ll be honest, I think you did that one yourself.
No need to get into specifics.
Anyway.
I’d like you to tell me a house that you’re definitely not in.
Not in?
Yeah!
Helps me narrow it down without being too specific.
Right.
Ravenclaw, then.
Hm. Interesting.
Interesting?
Yep!
Bye, Moony!!
WHY IS THAT INTERESTING??
After he closed the book, Remus vaguely considered actually bringing it to the party tonight. Though he didn’t want to seem too obsessive… No! No. That was not who he was. Remus Lupin did not worry about being obsessive. Remus Lupin did not care about what others thought. Despite what he tells very tired Sirius Blacks with sleepy eyes and pretty yawns… NO! Off track again. The book! The book. He would not bring it. Because Padfoot would more than likely be at this party too. Hopefully. Maybe.
Remus wasn’t exactly dreading it, per se. In fact, he was rather excited. It would give him the perfect opportunity to talk to one Aidan Kirkhall. He was a chaser for the Ravenclaw quidditch team which was 1. A great conversation point now that Remus had taken it upon himself to read up on the rules of quidditch and 2. An excellent excuse for him to be invited given he wasn’t exactly the most popular (then again, Remus wasn’t either). But Dorcas asked him anyway and, as far as Remus knew, Kirkhall was going. So it was more the prospect of being in a stuffy, sweaty room with both drunk and high students that bothered him. And there was also the whole ‘prefect’ thing to worry about.
“Pandora is nipping ‘round but we’ll only be a minute.” Remus muttered as he heard the bathroom door click open, shoving the book into his bedside table and whispering a Colloportus.
“S’alright.” Crouch said, muffled by a towel as he scrubbed at his hair, “Nobody’s coming anyway.”
Remus’ brows furrowed but he didn’t bring up the unusually civil attitude.
”…Right.” He nodded, then, under his breath as he pulled out Lottie, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
It was perfect timing, actually. Given, just as he did, a sharp rap on the door of the dormitory rang out and Remus barely had time to mutter a mischief managed before Pandora was bursting into the dormitory without prompt.
”Fucking Salazar, Rosier!” Crouch hissed, holding his towel tightly around himself like a woman scorned, “I could’ve been naked!”
”Are you naked around Remus a lot of the time?” Pandora asked, curiously, before thrusting the doors to Remus’ wardrobe open. Barty’s mouth gaped open and closed like a codfish before he turned a bright shade of red and busied himself with something around his own wardrobe.
”Alright.” Pandora nodded, “I’ve consulted Dorcas. She thinks we should match. Go together. Apparently boys like you better when they can’t have you… or so I’ve been told.”
”How does that logic work?” Remus asked, shifting so he was cross-legged on his bed and watching her tilt her head at the sparse array his wardrobe had to offer.
She shrugged, “Not sure… Do you have anything in purple?”
”I thought you were in your blue phase.” Remus pointed out, raising one curious brow.
”I was but then I found out Xenophilius’ favourite flowers were puffapods so I thought it might catch his eye.”
“Hang on.” Crouch piped up, “Lovegood? As in the nutter?”
“Yes.” Pandora answered, unbothered, before turning back to the wardrobe.
”Why don’t you just… talk to him?” Remus offered, “Ask to go to the party together?”
”You’re going to the party?” Barty asked, again.
”Yes.” Pandora answered, again, then added, “Are you going to keep interrupting?”
Barty seemed to shrink in on himself at that, taking a change of clothes into the bathroom.
”And I did wonder about that, actually.” Pandora said, nodding at Remus and crossing her arms, “But Dorcas said I should gauge if he actually likes me before asking him out so I don’t embarrass myself.”
”Would it not be more embarrassing to waste all that time trying to impress him and he doesn’t end up liking you anyway?”
Pandora shrugged, turning around again and then pulling out a cream coloured dress shirt.
”Does this hold any significant meaning?” Pandora inquired, pulling her wand out.
”Uh… No? I don’t think so. Wh—?” Remus’ question was answered when a stream of purple light shot out of her wand and painted the shirt an indigo that actually wasn’t ridiculously aggressive on the eyes.
“Well.” Remus nodded, eyebrows raised in surprise, “Fair enough.”
”Pair it with black slacks and that black corduroy jacket you have.” Pandora ordered as she thrust the shirt back into his wardrobe and shot out of the room in a rush. Remus was left a bit speechless, alone on his bed. Well. Not alone. Given Crouch coincidentally made his reappearance at the slamming of the door, a suspiciously worried look on his face. Remus got the unusual urge to reassure him Pandora had left. But he didn’t. Because he and Barty Crouch were not friends.
”Thought you—uh… thought you were going with her.” Barty said, now clothed and heading to stand awkwardly at one of the posts of his bed.
”Well I was but I think she might’ve forgotten…” Remus replied, narrowing his eyes at the door she had just disappeared from.
“So she’s… not—your girlfriend?” Crouch asked, as though normal conversation with Remus was truly the most difficult thing on earth. In all honesty, Remus thought it was pretty uncomfortable.
”Have we not been over this?” Remus scoffed, “I’ve been leaning into the slag thing for this very reason.”
Crouch nodded, face far too unusual for Remus to even try to decipher, “Right. Right. So if she isn’t your girlfriend… then like… you don’t really have to tell her about…?”
”Oh, fucking hell.” Remus sighed, exasperatedly, “You’re acting like we’re the ones who shagged! And, do I have to remind you, you have been the one so adamant on treating me like I’m a gammy toe for zero apparent reason given I have - not once - ever been a twat to you. So what makes you think I’m going to out both you and her twin brother?”
Crouch seemed to be a bit surprised by Remus’ monologue, shifting on his feet, “Well… because I’ve treated you like a gammy toe for zero apparent reason?”
Ignoring the emphasis on ‘apparent’ (he would think about that when his brain cells weren’t being dissolved by the ridiculous smell of pungent aftershave coming from all ends of the boys Slytherin common room), he let out a sigh, “Right. Well you can rest assured I wont be saying anything.”
“Okay.” Barty answered, pursing his lips and nodding. Remus pushed himself up from his spot on the bed and walked over to his wardrobe, pulling out the clothes he needed before making a beeline for the door.
”Uh-“
Remus paused, turning his head with a questioning brow.
”Thanks… Lupin.”
Lupin. Hm. No Loony.
And, because Remus couldn’t help himself,
“You’re welcome, Bartemius.”
*
Remus was choking. He was dying of asphyxiation. He coughed and felt his eyes prickle with tears as he desperately gasped for anything that could be described as close to fresh air.
If he thought the boys dormitory was bad… the girls’ was a gas chamber.
Hair spray and fag ends attacked his lungs whilst perfume and the uncomfortably warm scent of fake tan buried itself into his nose hairs. He wasn’t even inside one of he dormitories yet, he was only walking down the hallway. There were girls sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to spell each others eyelashes longer and girls screeching between rooms about clothes (“I swear to Salazar, Lenora, if you’ve robbed my sparkly Capenoir trousers—“) and girls that gave him both dirty and flirty looks for being in their dormitory at all.
Truth was, it wasn’t very hard to immobulus the stairs so they don’t fold in on themselves when anyone with a prick tries to go up. He had been doing it since third year when Snape had officially declared that Saturday mornings were his ‘study time’ and threatened to tell everyone he snuck out one night a month if Remus bothered him. This had, of course, contributed to his major Casanova status.
”There you are!” Was shrieked down the hall and Remus blinked away the watering of his eyes to see Pandora jogging over to him. She grabbed his arm and begun to drag him towards one of the dormitories. Not hers, curiously.
”I asked Dorcas if she could put some of those cool things she has in her hair in mine.” Pandora prattled on, “You know—those gold ring-y-things.”
”Right.” Remus nodded, hoarsely.
“She did, see.” Pandora continued, using her free hand to tug at one of the strands of plaited hair then letting go to swing open a door.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus.” Remus’ voice rattled before he sprinted towards the glowing light of an open window, almost falling out at the force in which he leaned over to get a clean breath.
”Merlin.” Dorcas laughed from her spot on the floor, “Bloody drama queen.”
”Oh, gosh.” Pandora immediately gasped, “I didn’t even realise—“
Remus shook his head and raised a dismissive hand at her.
“What? What is it?” Dorcas asked, sounding significantly less amused.
”Er—he’s got… asthma?” Pandora offered in that awful squeaky voice she does when she’s lying.
”Asthma?” A significantly deeper voice asked.
Remus finally managed to drag himself back into the room (which was easier to breathe in with the ventilation everywhere else seemed to lack) to find Regulus Black sat on another one of the beds. Curiously, a black cat in his lap. A black cat that was glaring at him evilly.
Remus cleared his throat, “Yeah…” Then, to avoid any further questioning, “I thought—I thought his whole party thing was meant to be a secret?”
”It is.” Dorcas smirked, leaning forwards at the mirror to carry on with her eyeliner, “For the boys, anyway. For the girls it’s like an event. The ones who’re lucky enough to get invited spend the entire day fussing over how to look the best out of everyone without trying too hard and the ones who aren’t have to wallow and watch.”
”Well, that’s awfully cruel.” Remus commented.
Dorcas shrugged, “Welcome to girlhood.”
Remus found out that he quite liked the ritual of getting ready. After half an hour of sitting in virtual silence out of slight fear of making conversation with potentially Padfoots brother, Remus had slipped back to the dormitory to discreetly grab his record player. So then, after a few drinks and an Iggy Pop LP, conversation between the four of them became quite the fraction less awkward.
“Right.” Dorcas nodded, eyes narrowed as she lined Pandora’s eyes with a pretty purple to match her dress, “It’s just… I don’t really get the appeal?”
”Exactly!” Pandora grinned, bouncing in a way that made Dorcas almost fuck up her makeup, “He’s different. It feels like all boys are just the same and the easiest way to pick out the good ones is to find the ones who do whatever they want because they don’t care enough to be like everyone else.”
”Well, you’ve done a good job with Lupin.” Dorcas muttered distractedly as she focused.
“I can’t snog Remus, can I?” Pandora huffed.
”You could.” Dorcas shrugged, “Pretend he’s someone else. That’s what I used to do.”
”That’s different. You were pretending they were girls.”
”Hang on?” Regulus piped up, eyes wide, sitting up straighter from it spot still Dorcas’ bed, “Wha—when did we decide on coming out?!”
“I thought you said I was the only one you told.” Remus asked. He had taken to painting his toenails a nice emerald colour he had found in Dorcas’ bedside table. Though, it was proving to be a lot more difficult than he’d initially anticipated (he blamed the long legs).
”You told Lupin?!” Black spluttered.
”I never said that.” Dorcas snorted, ignoring Regulus, “I just hadn’t told many other people. Apart from Reg, of course.”
”Fair enough.” Remus nodded, then his eyebrows shot up, “Oh! I forgot to ask. Did you ever end up speaking to—?” Remus drew up short, mouth hanging open at his eyes shot straight at Pandora.
”Oh!” Dorcas cleared her throat, “They’ve been… absent.”
”Wha—he knows about—?” Regulus shrilled.
”About what?” Pandora asked, blissfully oblivious.
”Er—nothing.” Remus pursed his lips, looking down at his feet, “Are you… going to, uh, talk to them, Dorcas?”
“Not yet.” Dorcas sighed, “Reg is going to - some point soon - but there just hasn’t really been a good enough time.”
”CAN WE PLEASE SLOW DOWN?!”
The three of them turned to where Black was now stood next to Dorcas’ bed, arms flailing and eyes wide. The cat (which Remus had learned was Dorcas’ and named ‘Corn On The Cob’ - ‘Corn’ for short) letting out a hiss as it flung itself onto the floor and dashed under one of the beds.
He stabbed a finger in Remus’ direction, “You know about—“ Regulus glanced fleetingly at Pandora, “…that.”
”Yeah.” Remus said, casually, “I told Dorcas. Well… I didn’t mean to tell Dorcas, I was just mildly confused.”
“Very confused.” Dorcas chipped in.
”And—wha—that doesn’t bother you?” Regulus spluttered.
“‘Course it bothers me.” Remus scoffed, “If something goes… wrong.”
”No, no. I mean the whole… principal of their… ahem…” Regulus frowned, looking seemingly anywhere but in Remus’ direction.
”Oh, no. I’m gay.” Remus said, waving a dismissive hand then going back to painting his toenails. It was clear Regulus more than likely wouldn’t be arsed if he’d known about Crouch and Evan. And especially if he’d known about Dorcas.
Black just stared blankly.
“But… the whole book thing.” He said, screwing his brows together, “I thought you said it was a girl you were speaking to.”
”Nah. I lied.” Remus shrugged, then instantly regretted it as the action caused him to smudge his nail varnish.
“Oh.” Regulus said, mostly to himself, “So… you know that the other person is a boy?”
”I mean, I’d hope so.” Remus answered, distractedly, “I started exchanging notes with him in the boys bathrooms.”
Then, Pandora gasped, “Why don’t you ask Regulus about him if you think it’s S—“
”—SO.” Dorcas suddenly interrupted, “Lupin is gay. Lupin knows about me being gay. Lupin knows about the thing. Glad we got that cleared up! Let’s change the topic.” She shot a very pointed glare at Pandora.
”You know, I’m still slightly confused on what ‘the thing’ is, but I rarely understand what you lot are on about anyway.” Pandora sighed, wistfully.
Regulus grumbled something incoherent before slumping back to sit on Dorcas’ bed, crossing his legs.
”What do we think?” Remus grinned, brightly, awkwardly grasping his ankle to pull his foot up into the view of the girls in a way that did absolutely nothing for his dodgy knee.
”Looks like you’ve got gangrene…” Dorcas cringed, before turning back to Pandora’s makeup with a shake of her head.
*
Remus had to be reminded on three separate occasions on what the password was and, when he eventually approached the second year who was stood at a seemingly normal, door-less wall, he had almost said ‘arachnophobia’ instead. Once he had, in fact, given the right password, the second year stepped aside and the bricks that were curved to accommodate the spiral of the staircase dissolved into a mother of pearl veil before disappearing completely.
Whatever silencing charm was cast was completely forgotten once Pandora and Remus stepped over the threshold. Inside was a large room that didn’t really seem large at all with the way it was set up. Parts of the room were raised with staircases up to them, almost like stages, and everywhere was littered with velvet couches, levitating oil lamps and tipsy students. Remus noted, vaguely, that there were archways that led to other parts of the party. It reminded Remus a bit like the divination classroom; all uneven levels and overpowering musky scents.
“ISI!” A voice screeched when they entered. Then, suddenly, Pandora was nearly being knocked over by a clearly more than tipsy Dorcas who threw her arms around the girl and planted two sloppy kisses that left shiny lipgloss stains on her cheek.
And, to Remus’ surprise, Pandora replied with an equally fervent, “CAAAS!”, the pair of them waddling around in the hug as though they hadn’t just seen each other half an hour ago.
“I’ve seen your creepy boy.” Dorcas muttered conspiratorially, holding her forehead against Pandora’s, then pulled away to point somewhere, “He’s up with that lot playing poker.”
”Poker?” Remus asked, brows knit together, “I didn’t know they had poker in the wizarding world.”
”Oh, they don’t.” Dorcas snorted, urging Pandora towards them, “Ludo Bagman made up what he thinks are the rules but it’s really just Spin-The-Bottle with a fire stoker instead of… well… a bottle.”
”That’s only slightly concerning.” Remus nodded, watching as Pandora shyly introduced herself. At first, Remus wasn’t sure she’d gotten their attention at all until Lovegood glanced up and looked like he’d been hit with a stunning spell. Gormless, Pandora would’ve called it if she wasn’t equally as enamoured.
”Well, then.” Dorcas grinned up at him, “What’s the plan?”
”The plan?” Remus questioned, then his eyes widened, “Right! The plan. Find Kirkhall. See if he’s an option.”
A knowing grin overtook her face, “What about Black? Any updates on that?”
Updates? Well… The thing was, even saying Aidans name in the context of Padfoot felt wrong. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he’d sort of subconsciously started to use Sirius’ name synonymously to Padfoot in his own head now. And not just his name, either. He’d imagined the pretty smile that crinkled at his face whenever Remus wrote something sarcastic or those long, dark eyelashes closing over eyes that were blue like hydrangeas or the early morning sky whenever Padfoot told Remus ‘goodnight’.
He knew he shouldn’t have done it because it was cruel to both himself, Sirius and whoever Padfoot turns out to actually be if not Sirius.
So, that’s why he went with a nondescript shrug before pushing into the crowd to get on with it.
Aidan was not at all difficult to locate, being quite tall (though not as tall as Remus) and having a mane of thick, red hair that alerted anyone of his presence. He had never really spoken to him before, apart from a brief partnership in History of Magic where Remus had done the majority of the work, so Remus wasn’t exactly sure how to start up a conversation about anything that wasn’t quidditch. It didn’t make it easier that the boy always seemed to have a crowd of people to talk with. Remus made a plan to just linger in a corner nearby and nurse whatever drink he had found (it was in a sealed bottle when he picked it up, thankfully). Well, that was his plan, until,
”We seem to keep running into each other.”
It took a moment for Remus to realise the voice was speaking to him over the music - some wizarding band he had never heard of - but, when he did, he turned and couldn’t help the grin that overtook his face.
”Either that or one of us is stalking the other.” Remus quipped with the best nonchalant shrug he could despite the fact he felt quite like jumping up and down and squealing.
”Maybe we’re both stalking each other.” Sirius shrugged. He looked… Bloody Christ you’d do a better job asking his knob to give you a definition rather than Remus in that moment (it was certainly standing up to volunteer). He felt like someone had just hexed his brain into mash. Sirius was wearing a black blouse unbuttoned far too low underneath a distressed, brown leather jacket and his jeans were actually bedazzled at the pockets like a fucking cowboy. An...nd..a…and eye—eyeliner… He looked like if Remus had a wet dream after watching The Doors in concert for ten hours.
“Lupin?”
Remus jolted out of whatever daze he had been in, hoping it looked like a form of inebriation, “Yeah?”
“Alright?” Sirius chuckled.
”You—yeah! You?” Remus nodded, clearing his throat.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He laughed, before, “I’ll be honest, I didn’t really think this was your scene.”
”My scene?”
”I imagined you wouldn’t enjoy something like this.” Sirius gestured vaguely to the chaos of the bumping music and crowd.
”What?” Remus gasped, feigning offence, “After our scandalous late-night study session?”
”Ah, yes. Sorry. Forgot you liked to live on the wild side.” He grinned, leaning in slightly for his cheeky tone to be heard over the music. The bass had now risen painfully and Remus fought off a wince.
”How do they get the bass to come through when there aren’t even any speakers?” Remus asked, peering around to see if he could spot any of it.
”Magic, obviously.” Sirius replied, then pointed up to the ceiling, “You see that purple-y sheen above us?—You’ve got to move your head a bit.”
Remus did as he was told, looking up and tilting his head until a metallic veil not unlike the one from the entrance earlier was visible, “Oh, yeah.”
“They spell it to vibrate.” Sirius said and Remus looked down to meet his eyes, “‘Cause that’s what sound is, isn’t it? Vibrations.”
“Huh.” Remus nodded, a small smile pulling over his teeth.
“You really do baffle me sometimes, Lupin.”
”How so?”
”You just surprise me a lot, is all.” Sirius chuckled, “How did you manage to get into a house full of people who—smite anyone who shows an interest in muggles whilst having the same knowledge of magic as a muggleborn?”
”Smite?” Remus laughed.
”Oh, fuck off.” Sirius giggled, taking a sip of the drink Remus didn’t even realise he had, “You’re avoiding the top—.”
Before Sirius could finish his sentence, something like realisation seemed to flicker over his face.
“What?” Remus said, though his laugh faded a bit.
”Noth—nothing.” Sirius said through a chuckle, then took a step back, “Sorry—I… I just realised I’ve got to go and find James… if you’ll excuse me.”
“Oh… Right—er… see you.” Remus called out, watching Sirius disappear into the crowd. It was that moment he realised Kirkhall wasn’t amongst his group of mates. In fact, he wasn’t amongst anyone at all.
*
“An—an then—she was on top of the quidditch circle-thingy’s an she caught my scarf with both hands.”
”Right.”
”An then they asked me if I wanted to be a beater because of how goooood my arm was.”
“Okay.”
”Do you wanna snog me?”
”No.”
”What?! Why?”
Remus looked at the drunken girl quizzically, “I don’t know your name. You just started talking to me.”
”Yeah because that’s what you do at parties!”
”Okay.”
”So…” She continued, leaning closer, “Will you snog me?”
”No.” Remus replied as the, still unnamed, girl huffed and walked off as though Remus had greatly insulted her. Seconds later, Remus heard snickering come from his left.
”I thought you were meant to be some sort of ladies man.”
Remus glanced to the side of him to see a mane of red hair that was not the short, curly one he had been looking for all night. Though, he could hardly say he was disappointed. During the odd inevitable prefect interactions, he’d come to learn that Lily Evans was actually quite a decent person.
“I am! I’m a proper…” He waved a careless hand, “-ladies man.”
”Yeah.” Lily laughed, “I’m pretty sure you’re the only Slytherin that Amelia has ever tried to get with.”
”Ah.” Remus nodded, thoughtfully, “Well, that’s nice.”
Whatever he said must’ve been funny (or it had something to do with the witches brew clung tightly in her fist) because Evans then began to giggle uncontrollably.
“Oh, hey.” Remus said as a thought popped into his head, “You’re dating Potter, aren’t you? Have you seen him and Black?”
Lily’s eyes then went so wide Remus could’ve sworn he’d seen into her brain, “I—I am not dating Potter!” She slurred, mortified, “He is… persistent, I’ll give him that, but he is a toootal and uuutter prick.”
“Fair enough.” Remus nodded. He couldn’t exactly say he knew the lad enough to form an opinion but, he’d say, with the few interactions they’d had, there was definitely a chance he was a prat.
“Have you tried this drink?” Lily enquired, her voice slightly high pitched as she held up the luminescent liquid, “S’like… really nice. D’you think Potter likes this drink? Prob’ly not… because he’s a prick… and pricks only like—“
“Pricks?” Remus offered with a grin. And when Lily burst out laughing, the fuzziness in his brain urged him to burst out laughing too.
*
Remus had given up. Officially. If Aidan was Padfoot then tough luck because the boy was officially too hard to pin down. Officially. Because Sirius Black was really really nice and really really good looking and really really clever… The whole ‘sound is just vibrations’ thing? That’s like such a clever thing to know! Like… Like… Remus knew that but like… But Remus knows swot things! Not normal things. Though, Sirius Black is no swot. He’s so cool. And fit. And also clever.
As it turned out, the party wasn’t actually far from the astronomy tower which Remus appreciated greatly. The air was freezing, too freezing as it lapped against the flush on his skin, but it was better than the ridiculous stuffiness of that stupid party. Remus had sniffed around once he’d gotten to the top and determined that there was, in fact, zero people at all, no less zero shaggers! Brilliant! He also realised, with a cheer, that he had a pack of fags in his pocket, drawing them out as he leant against one of the metal railings.
Crikey, it was a looong way down.
Remus fumbled with one of the cigarettes before it slipped out of his fingers. He watched it disappear into the nothingness below him and suddenly felt very very sick. He sucked in a breath of cold air to force the bile that threatened up his throat down before taking out another and (with care, this time) lighting it with his wand.
”Hey, could I bum one of those, mate?”
Remus was glad he had put both the wand and the cigs back into his pocket because he would’ve 1. Certainly dropped them all and 2. Been unable to grab the railing to stop himself from going over.
“You!” Remus gasped at the ginger.
”…Me?” He asked, eyes flicking around uncertainly.
”Yes.” Remus nodded, eyes closed, “Yes.”
Kirkhall seemed to find this funny as he let out a snort, “Well, can I?”
”Can you…?”
“Bum a fag?”
Now it was Remus’ turn to laugh—to screech. So hard that he doubled over, clutching his middle and dropping the cigarette.
”Sor—sorry mate, I’m—I’m a top.” Remus cackled, grabbing onto the railing to steady himself.
”…What?”
Remus wafted his hands around and shook his head as he tried to gather himself. But, every time he did, he just seemed to laugh harder.
”Are you… alright?”
“How—how are you not laughing?” Remus shrieked, “That was the fucking—the fucking funniest joke I’ve ever done in my life…oh my—oh my god…”
“I’m… I’m gonna go…”
“Wait! No—ha…wait.” Remus called out, gasping as he finally finally sorted himself out. Aidan quirked an eyebrow and turned around.
”Oh, fucking hell.” Remus sniffled, “Are you Padfoot? I’m too drunk for this shit.”
“Am I…what? Mate, I don’t think you’re drunk.” Kirkhall said.
Oh. Oh, thank God.
“Nuffin. Nuffin.” Remus muttered, scrubbing his nose to try and get rid of the cold, “Just… Have a good night, mate.”
”Yeah… You too.” He said, turning around before halting and looking back, “And, uh… don’t stand too close to the railing.”
*
hi hi
hi
hi h
my handwiting looks funny
its like wierd weird wierd
na night
*Kiss mark*
I stealed her lipstick
so i could do that
salamander