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Remus
Remus was woken up by something cold splashing across his forehead. Half a second later the water had made it to the back of his neck, and he promptly sat up, in the process smashing his face right into the expectantly grinning one directly above him. James threw his hands over his face and backed away, grin now long gone. âNow, moons. Why would you do that!â A laughing Peter, stood just about a meter away, restrained himself a moment to counter, âDid I or did I not just tell you to not practically sit on top of him?â James seemed to choose to ignore that. Remus, who in the moment didnât give a ratâs arse about Jamesâ face, looked to the clock on the wall, and said. âItâs like seven, why did you wake me up?â âDonât you sit there and whine! That dude over there woke me up 2 hours ago because he was going for a run.â âHey, it´s not on me that you guys would rather miss the train than actually wake up! And for your information its quarter to eight.â That whole exchange in combination with the water had left Remus rather awake, and not very keen on sleeping. ´ âWe should head down for breakfastâ, He stated, standing up and leaving for the stairwell outside Jamesâ door. The other two followed. James, declaring that he´d already eaten but would happily join in for an after run treat.
This summer had been a good one. Remus had for the most part been in Wales, at home in the Lupins small cottage. Lyall and Hope had been happy to have him home, and he had been happy to be there. He had sat in the garden reading away the day more that once. Occasionally helping his dad with the flowers or his mum with the cats. But mostly he were with the boys. Ian, Char and Remus have been close as long as he could remember, that isnât distinctly true but it sounds good and Remus had long since decided that things that sounds good could easily be truth if you just watch your words a bit. Ian lived not long away from the Lupin cottage, with parents and his three brothers. Remus has never met his family but from what he can tell he doesnât want too either. Char, or Charlie, or Chaz, or almost about anything that isnât his real name, was a brown haired, freckled dude from London. His grandmother lives in northern Wales and his parents sends him there every year, thinking the Welsh air might do him good. The goodness is canceled out by the unrighteous number of cigarettes he smokes. Chas´ cockney accent and Ianâs distinctly Welsh one always left Remus going back to school with his accent all muddled up. James´ and Peters posh English were usually blended in after a while at school. It worked like that at Hogwarts, everyone came there after summer having regained their usual accent but in June, after a year at school, right before people started going home, everyone had their own mix of different British accents, Remus, himself, has on more than one occasion caught himself calling things âweeâ after hanging out with Mary or Emmeline for too long.
Now, helping himself to his second cup of coffee of the day he thought of Sirius. He hadnât heard anything from the boy in at least a month. He had gotten a scribble of a letter in the middle of June but hadnât heard anything since. He supposed that was better than James and Pete who hadnât gotten anything at all but the thought didnât make him feel much better. He missed Sirius. A lot. He missed the feeling of someone getting him like Sirius Black did, like they were two parts of the same soul and just happened to be placed in different bodies. He loved his other friends too, but the feeling just never was the same, he always felt his best and happiest when he was with Sirius, even if he wasnât entirely sure why. He´d even caught himself dreaming of it back home, waking up with a feeling of comfort he´d only ever gotten with Sirius.
Lily
Hogwarts was just as she remembered. The train, the sorting, the treacle tart. She had boarded the train with Severus but not seen him since, Mary had quickly found her and she had found herself in a carriage full of people she didnât know. She thought she recognized Greta Catchlove, a blonde Hufflepuff girl and her girlfriend at the time, Dorcas Meadowes from Ravenclaw, so she figured Emmeline surley was there too. She didnât actually know, she had spent most of the ride there rereading some of her favorite books. Lily had also only one working eye at the moment, during a particularly nasty fight between her and her sister, Petunia had, in a fit of rage, thrown a small glass bowl their mum kept sweets in, right at her. The funny thing was, Lily hadnât even tried to dodge it, she had just closed her eyes and listened to the sweets rolling across the parquet floor, her parents standing by, quiet, as if time had stopped. Later, Silvia and Frederick Evans had told her, âTuney doesnât know her own best, she can´t help itâ, And âIt would help so much if you could just lie a little low, just to the end of summer breakâ, and she had, she really had. Shed spend almost all her time of the last few days with Severus, just walking in and out of bookshops and alike. Her eye had swollen up bad thought, it seemed like it didnât care that Petunia hadnât been able to help it.
Madam Pomfrey took one look at the eye and immediately mumbled a few words under her breath, she felt everything shrinking until her eye felt just like it had four days ago. âMay I ask,â the healer started. âWho- What happened?â âI fell. Down the stairs.â She could feel her face growing hot and quickly stood up from the chair and turned to walk herself out the hospital wing.
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LADS THERES LOVLEY THATâS TIDY.