Prologue
Many people prefer the quiet life. Tucked away in their own corner of the world, minding their own business. Sirius Black was not one of those people. In fact, silence makes him extremely uncomfortable.
He's at another band meeting, they are performing tomorrow and are going over details. Well, some people are. Sirius is just been on his phone, glancing up every minute or so to add in useless input.
"Sirius! I'm telling you, we need a new person on rhythm." Marlene frowns, she was staring intensely at the mirror as she dyes her hair, again.
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MARLENE MCKINNON
occupation: BASS GUITARIST IN THE BAND- 'WOLFSTAR'
current concern: wants her ex back.
[ "Dorcas said she wanted to break up but we all say things. It doesn't mean that she meant it. I think her saying that was a metaphor to show-" "That doesn't make any sense." "Shut your mouth Rosier!" ]
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Her hair was currently blonde, but she was adding black strips to the front, claiming it would look hot. No one understood how it's not damaged from all the bleaching she's done. Her face was pale, except from the eyeliner around her eyes. They all had it, it was they're signature look. Marlene rocks a black wing, most of the time they're both the same size.
She also wears light pink lipstick, which is basically the same colour as her lips so she loves the shade. Her hair is just past her shoulders, straight and cut into a wolfcut.
"You can't do it. You keep moving around too much and forgetting to-"
"I have no idea what you're talking about" Sirius scrolls through his phone, ignoring his friends complaints.
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SIRIUS ORION BLACK
occupation: LEAD VOCALIST & RHYTHM GUITARIST IN THE BAND- 'WOLFSTAR'
current concern: not the lead guitarist
[ "What? So what if I call it my band? I founded it, I kind of named it. It's basically my baby." ]
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He may have gotten a little distracted whilst he's meant to be on the guitar a couple of times, but it's not like his fans complained. "It's hard singing the song and keeping the rhythm. Why can't Barty do it?"
Sirius' eyeliner is not as noticeable, two lines under and above his eyes, the bottom like always bigger, and the lines connect at each ends of his eyes. Marlene says it represents his big ego. He doesn't find it very funny. If anything, he finds it ironic because she wears the most eyeliner.
His hair was just over his shoulder, straight and dark brown. He currently has it tied back, some lose strands moving around. This look also highlights his jawline and high cheekbones, making many people fawn over him.
"Lay off it, you're already the lead singer" Everyone knows Sirius wanted to be the lead guitarist, however Barty would not let him have it.
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BARTY CROUCH. JR
occupation: LEAD GUITARIST IN THE BAND- 'WOLFSTAR'
current concern: waking up in the morning.
[ "Sirius likes to pretend that he's the only one in this band. Just fucking let it go, you're never getting a guitar solo" ]
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His eyeliner makes him look crazy, his fans had stated before. His was alike to Sirius', just thicker and more drawn in at the nose. He often rubs his eyes whilst performing, making the eye make up smudge. But the look works on him.
His hair was a different thing entirely. It was always poking out, like spikes. Evan reckons it's from all the head banging he does during shows, also the fact that he sleeps everywhere, Barty shrugs it off.
Speaking of Barty, he's too focused on tuning his guitar to talk about the band. He curses quietly as runs a hand through his hair "Stupid shit won't tune right" He grumbles and leans back further into his chair, leaving his guitar to balance on the wall.
Evan silently takes it and tunes it, Barty raises his eyebrows at him. "Don't make it look so easy"
"A thank you would be nice. " Evan mutters.
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EVAN ROSIER
occupation: SONG WRITER & DRUMMER IN BAND- 'WOLFSTAR'
current concern: too many songs, too little time.
["Barty and Sirius argue everyday. It's funny until we get to the start of the show and they're still arguing so I have to step in and make one of them apologise. It's like looking after children"]
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His eyeliner at the bottom was white, the top black. He even wore white mascara on his bottom lashes and black at the top, he also drew stars, in white around the edges his eyes. For the corners at his nose, he'd draw swirls in black.
His hair was straight, covering his eyes when he looks down. He is often seen as the calm one of the group, however when he plays that thought disappears completely.
"I think we should go over NDA again, I don't think we have it perfect" Marlene smiles at her reflection and puts the dye down, she turns to the rest of her band members "What do you guys think?" She asks.
"About your hair? Sick mate" Barty grins and she tries to not roll her eyes.
"Why do we need to do NDA again? I think it's fine " Sirius sits up and and furrows his eyebrows at Marlene. She sighs and looks down.
"It's just, it's my first time singing a whole song without you or Barty backing me up. I might fuck it up"
"You won't, you've worked really hard on this" Sirius grins " And if all goes wrong, I'll just sing it! "
"Oh screw you Black!" Marlene goes to bathroom to wash her hair, Sirius laughs then picks his phone back up.
"We probably should go over it, I went over the lyrics last night and I decided to change some lines" Evan mumbles, already knowing what the reaction will be.
"Evan, again? How much times have you changed this song?" Barty groans.
"You aren't the one singing it! " Marlene calls from the bathroom, her voice muffled from the shower. "But yeah Evan, what the fuck?"
"It's just a little change. I was thinking of adding a guitar solo where the pause is" He stares down at his notebook, his blonde hair covering his eyes.
"Now I'm listening!" Barty turns to Evan, Sirius rolls his eyes. "We don't still have to go to that thing after the show right?" Sirius gasps.
"I thought you liked James! " He widens his eyes at Barty, who smirks back at him.
"He's.. well, James. What more is there to say? I don't want to go to his- whatever it is, when I'm meant to be partying."
"Oh please" Marlene walks in with a towel wrapped around her hair and her top slightly wet. "We have bigger problems -"
"Do not start talking about Dorcas" Barty holds his head and leans backs, his top slightly rising, Evan can't help but stare. When he looks up at Barty, the man is smirking at him.
"Dorcas is gonna be there!" Marlene falls into the purple sofa Sirius is on and sighs loudly "This is my chance"
"Chance to do what? I thought you were never taking her back?" Evan raises an eyebrow "Your words not mine"
"Yeah I guess.. But then she liked one of my posts and I feel like that's a sign" She smiles as if she's in a daze.
"Okay, meeting adjourned" Sirius kicks Marlene, who sticks her tongue out at him.
"You're just mad because you're singleeee" Marlene sings.
"You're single too!" He sits up fast, making Barty laugh.
"Barley. You're more single than me. You're the singlest in the group " She grins. Sirius gives her the finger and goes back to his phone.
"Me and Evan are both single, actually." Barty pushes the hair out of his face sighs. "It's unfortunate really, it's too bad no one can tie us down, we're wild animals" He says to Evan, leaning down towards him.
"Shut up" Evan laughs and shoves him away.
"You two are not single. You just don't know it" Marlene determines, shrugging at Barty's puzzled look.
"So we're in some sort of secret relationship?" Barty asks "With who?" Even the blonde boy on the ground can't hold in his laughter. "Wait what? What's funny?"
"Oh shit yeah! " Marlene sits up and everyone prepares for something stupid to get said "I heard, through the grapevine -"
"The what?" They all say.
"That Remus Lupin is going to be at James' garden thingy!" She grins.
"The writer?" Barty lays his head on the chair and wraps his legs around it "What the fuck does that have to do with us?"
"Listen. Get this, apparently, he used to play"
"Play? Play what?" Evan tilts his head slightly, holding two legs of Barty's chair so he doesn't fall. Sirius, sensing where this is going, pinches the bridge of his nose. Marlene gets on the floor and starts imitating playing a guitar.
"That guy? No way he can play. Even so, I don't think he likes going outside." Barty picks at his nails, gasping when one starts to bleed. "Shit" He sucks on it and Marlene looks at him in disgust.
"Why do you say that?" She asks. Taking the towel off her head and throwing it at Sirius, who throws it back.
"Well, he's a pretty famous writer, but there aren't any photos of him- anywhere"
"How would you know that?" Sirius looks at him, accusation playing in his eyes.
"Because I read one of his books once idiot" Barty says and Marlene gasps.
"You can read?" She jokes. Evan passes Barty a pillow which he throws at Marlene. "Don't start what you can't finish" She stands up, with the pillow, and throws it at Evan. He laughs and grabs two more, throwing them at her.
"It was a short story. 70 pages, pretty lit though" Barty smiles "That's the most reading I'll even do."
"He wrote a 800 page book right?" Marlene asks, pulling a pillow out from beneath Sirius and throwing it at Evan.
"Yeah, that's how he got popular" Evan says. Sirius stands up.
"We aren't here to talk about that! We have a performance tomorrow?" He shouts. The room fills with silence as Barty starts to laugh.
"Barty!" Marlene covers her mouth with her hands and snickers.
"Sirius you literally haven't done anything this whole meeting." Evan states, making Barty laughs harder.
Sirius throws his head back and rubs his face.
"Okay, focus from now on." He says. Marlene powers his phone off and he throws a pillow at her.
"No, not that again" Barty says once he's calmed down. "What song are we opening with tomorrow?"
"Break stuff!" Sirius pretends to play the guitar and rocks his head back and forth, his hair is tied back but still moves along with him.
"No way. We agreed that was for when the crowd look over it, which is the middle part" Barty stands up and pats the back of his jeans. He curses when he finds all his pockets are empty. Sirius throws him a pack of cigarettes which he catches, mumbling a thanks before looking for his lighter.
"Okay.. What what about parents?" Sirius sits back on the sofa, Marlene joins him.
"We should so start with parents!" Marlene smiles.
"Oh yeah, forgot to say, Reg is coming to watch" Evan says, so quietly Sirius didn't catch it the first time.
"Huh?" He looks at Evan.
"Regulus?" Marlene's eyes twinkle. Sirius whips his head to look at her.
"Huh?!"
"He's coming to watch apparently" Marlene shrugs.
"What?! " Sirius stands up and paces. "I can't perform knowing he's lurking in the crowd! They'll put me off!"
"We both know that's not true" Marlene scoffs. Sirius lightly bangs his head on the wall and groans.
"Now we've got to start with parents" Barty grins, showing off his silver tooth, at the bottom of his mouth.
"Oh fuck off Barty."
Sirius took a breath and rubs his face.
He can do this.
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Remus stares laptop screen and sighs. He hasn't written anything in months. He's done everything. He's read, listened to music, used writing prompts, and yet he still finds his mind empty.
"That's not everything." Lily laughs, turning down the radio.
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LILY EVANS
occupation: SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCER - she rose to fame with her outfits and kind personality.
current concern: her best friend Remus
[ "Thank you so much for one million subscri- oh that's not what this is?" ]
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Lily is a red head, that's what people notice about her first. Her long red hair stands out in a crowd. After that, it's her weight. Most people can't seem to look past that part, especially when Lily's confident about it. She's lost her ability to give a fuck though, she likes the way she looks and her followers do too.
She has green eyes and her face is covered in freckles. There's almost always a smile plastered a smile on her face and has been described as a 'ball of sunshine.'
"I was listening to that" He mumbles, turning the music back up. "It helps me write"
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REMUS JOHN LUPIN
occupation: AUTHOR - his most famous book is called, 'dreams, nightmares, life'
current concern: writers block, life itself
[ "Mr Lupin? Hello?" "I'm pretty sure he just got up and left. " ]
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Remus is a tall man, his messy brown hair is always in his face. He's seen as unapproachable, at least thats what they write in the papers.
He doesn't mean to be. Though he feels like they only label him as that because of the scar on his face, stretched cross his nose so blatantly obvious. Remus himself doesn't believe he's a good person, but Lily calls him a 'sweetheart', and she never lies so he must be a little good, right?
The idea of constantly being around other people kind of scares him. He knows he's famous, that's terrifying to him. Sometimes the idea is hard to grasp for him, I mean, all he did was write a book about a teenage werewolf and used it as a metaphor to explore the struggles and horrors of what is adolescence.
Most people don't know what he looks like, so he can go shopping and on walks like a normal person without being harassed.
See what he means with the 'not a good person' stuff now? Any good person wouldn't call their fans reaching out to them harassment, but Remus always does. He's just scared, that if people look close enough, they'll see what he sees, what his father saw, and hate him for it.
"You haven't written anything though " Lily blinks, sitting on the table. "You know what you need?"
"No. Whatever you're about to say to me, no. " He starts writing a sentence before bringing and deleting it.
"Listen, why don't you go to that garden party James invited you to?" Lily tilts her head slightly and smiles. Remus sighs and continues to stare at the screen. He groans as Lily shuts it.
"I'm talking to you!" She frowns "I'm worried about you, Remus." He looks up at her and instantly feels bad when he sees her expression.
"I'm okay Lily, promise" He smiles, but the gesture feels forced. Like he's forcing his lips upwards, fully aware of the action. Lily raises an eyebrow at him and he sighs.
"Just go, you might like it."
"Will you go with me? " Remus pleads.
"You're such a baby!" Lily laughs and gets off the table. "But alright, I'll go with you." Remus smiles slightly and nods.
He can do this.