mayfield_rpg | My excitement, let me show it to you

My excitement, let me show it to you

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[The ever sarky Sirius Black is currently elated beyond reason. Why? Because the best of his best mates is here. In his house, sleeping in awful itchy black pajamas and asking all sorts of questions. Who else would he gush at then one Lily Evans who is his skinny dipping mate and girl-bro extraordinaire.]

Lils! Lils, he's here! Have you seen him? I mean really seen him? They've decided he's my brother in this place. Of course he's my brother. It's the perfect place for him. I'm going to go use this weird identification card one of the blokes in school gave me to go get alcohol so we can celebrate. You should come over. Hell, everyone's invited. We'll have a party of it at my house or in the park or lake or something. It clearly needs to be celebrated, yeah?

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Not just under the same roof. We're in the same bedroom. Bunk beds and all.

[Another short pause.]

And I guess you're Lily's brother. I'm glad. She's been alone for a while now.

We are in the same house. I'm not entirely convinced that makes us siblings. But I am glad to be with someone we know; good to be here together, and all that. I can't imagine what it must have been like, being here alone.

[Remus catches himself nervously turning his glass around in little circles in his hand. Before he can take that nonsense much further, he rather pointed places it on the coffee table -- on a coaster, thank you very much -- and sighs.]

But it's rather strange. I've talked to a few people here already, and-- it seems to be common knowledge, there are many non-humans here. Trolls and vampires and werewolves. ...how much are we telling these people? Is it safe?

Only as much as they need to know.

[Sirius fiddled with his glass, trying not to think about the reactions they'd get from everyone. If Remus changed and ate someone they would probably try to kill him. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth.]

I met a werewolf girl here. At least, she says she's one. Bit of a scary bird, but it seems she can control her transformations. So worse to worst, I suppose I can go to her for help, if Moony-- Erm.

[ Remus glanced out to the direction of the kitchen, chewing on the edge of his lower lip.]

What's happened then? Back home, between where I'm from and where you're from?

We'll handle him just fine on our own.

[The hint of possessiveness over the wolf was well hidden. It took a few minutes for him to say anything about what happened between their times. When he did it was minimal.]

Nothing much. Just tests and Winter break and the like.

Hadn't we all decided to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas holiday? You lot didn't try to get me drunk again, did you? Because you know that never works the way you think it will.

[No. In fact, the last time they tried that, the rest of them had been blackout knackered by the time Remus even felt tipsy. The rest of that night had consisted of cleaning vomit buckets and trying unsuccessfully to maneuver his friends into more comfortable positions.

Never again, that's what he'd promised himself. Never again.]

Actually Pete and James had to go home. It was just you and me this holiday.

[It'd been probably the most eventful holiday break he'd ever had, but he couldn't exactly share everything with the other boy. Still, there was a devilish grin on his face as he proclaimed what he knew would be surprising to the other boy.]

And I got you knackered.

[Well, he could tell him about everything except that one incident, couldn't he? About his crowning achievement of watching Remus J. Lupin drunk as a skunk and wondering about Hogwarts.]

It was rather brilliant actually. Did you know you ramble when you're drunk? On and on about nothing in general. One point you talked about cookies and how you wanted to bake one big enough to be a hat.

[Remus' brow rises in surprise. Sirius has done the impossible, it seems. He almost wants to ask after the logistics of it -- what they'd drunk, how much he'd actually imbibed -- but he has a feeling the answer will horrify him. Ten bottles of firewhiskey at least, by his own estimation, and that's just for Remus. Sirius could put away booze like no one's business besides, which begs the question, how had Sirius gotten his hands on that much firewhiskey to begin with?

The less said, the better.]

Well. Considering how I am on gillyweed, that's not entirely surprising. The lot of you tend to pass out before I get terribly philosophical, but it happens, I promise you.

Merlin, Sirius; I didn't make you dance, did I?

You tried.

[That was before the kiss attack actually.]

Well, thank goodness that didn't pan out for you. ...distracted me with something shiny, I imagine?

[Remus offers Sirius a lop-sided smirk, staring up at the ceiling as he flops lengthways along the couch.]

...at least we've got each other here, you know? All of us, I mean. Just need Pete and we could all be one happy family again. Well almost. Hey! You know Frank, from school? Frank Longbottom? He's got a son, apparently; in the future I mean. Bloody odd to think about... Lives near Lily and I. Nice chap.

We've met actually, well, talked.

[Sirius is drawing in the sweat of his glass. He's not sure what to say to the other boy at the moment. He feels like he's different and Remus is different. They're not the same people either of them were at those points in their lives.]

Remus, I've been here about a month. Since June actually. Has Lils given you the right and proper explanation of this place? It's a bit ... complicated.

Oh, brilliant then.

[Remus glances back at Sirius. Something is wrong, something Sirius isn't telling him. Hell if anyone can drag truths like feelings out of Sirius if the dog isn't ready to share. Still, it's worrying.]

Not Lily, but other people, over the phone. I think I've got it mostly figured. ...Pads, is everything alright?

Aside from being stuck in a muggle television show, yeah.

[He swipes at the glass some more.]

S'just odd. With you both here and all. You're only a bit and I'm pretty sure Prongs might actually make time with Evans. She's a good bird too. Stubborn as a crow, but a good bird.

I've been telling you that for ages. Lily's a good sort, she's just... severe.

[Remus puts his hand over the top of Sirius' cup, leaning close and narrowing his eyes at the other boy. He stares hard, searching Sirius' gaze for some hint, even the barest indication of some truth lurking beneath. Remus had always been rather good at reading people, particularly his friends. Though for the life of him, he can't seem to working Sirius out just now.

There's a bit more to it than that, though. It's a look in his eyes; that accusing Lupin stare of, 'Black, you tell me what's wrong with you, and you tell me now.' Perhaps accusing isn't entirely the right word. Intense, gravid, all boring through Sirius like a drill-press.

Though just as quickly, he relinquishes it, and Remus leans away again with a sigh.]

It's better that we're all here. I like to think we're formidable that way.

Just missing Pete really.

[Finally he takes a drink from his glass, thinking about all this.]

Prongs might actually get his girl in this place.

[Remus grins, gaze flickering toward the ceiling. He'd had a rather long conversation with Lily earlier that day. A conversation that seemed to imply she bore them no ill will, a figurative olive branch. She was downright kind to him, which he certainly would not have expected were they back in Hogwarts.

At school, Lily simply scolded him for not exercising more discretion where his companions were concerned.]

Seems that way. If he plays his cards right, at least. And then it'll just be you and I. The lone cheeses.

You can't be lone cheese together. It's the definition of not being lone cheese. Besides, we'll always have them. It's not like Lils will take him away or something.

Of course she won't. I only meant--

[Remus chews at the inside of his lip, looking thoughtful for a moemnt before he rocks out of his seat and stretches.]

Not that it matters much. Handsome devil, you. You'll have a girl for each arm before long.

Says the bloke who was always hiding behind his scars. Well they're gone now. You'll have to claim one of those birds that always flutter around you, now won't you?

You think the scars were causing my utter lack of desire? Oh no, Pads. You've got it backward. For all you know, I was fouling myself up to avoid the girls.

[Remus glances back at Sirius and grins, then begins picking his way around the room, carefully examining the pictures hanging on the walls and decorating the mantle.]

It's like I told James, I'm not interested in that. I'd only be a disappointment. People here have told me we get our powers back, as well as our physical forms. ...Moony's bound to show up again eventually, along with all those scars. And then what?

Then I'm in the same boat I was back home.

[Remus glances back at Sirius again, a hint of sadness in his smile now.]

I don't trust anyone like I trust you lot. No one will ever understand me the way you do.

And you thought the same way about us when we met too. How long did it take till you let us in on Moony? Besides, just because you get a girl doesn't mean we won't still be there for you. No matter what we'll always be there for you.

[Remus shrugs, winding his way back over to the couch and purposefully collapsing over Sirius' lap.]

Don't place bets on it, that's all.

[Sirius rubbed Remus's back, running his fingers through the other boy's hair.]

And what if it were one of us? Say Pete suddenly tells you he fancies you?

[Remus' brow furrows. Now there was something he's rarely considered. Oh, there had been inklings. Little niggling questions in the back of his mind, doubts about himself that he's questioned more and more. And each time he wakes up naked in the Forest, with Sirius curled up around him, it only sends more doubts creeping in.

Not considering it simply makes it easier to deal with the frustration.

But he's not pushing Sirius away, not shooing the boy's hands out of his hair, or backing off at the attention. Perhaps that alone can speak for itself.]

...it'd be alright, I guess. Don't think I'm really Pete's type, though. If I recall, he prefers them busty.

You saying you're not the busty type?

[He was teasing as he ran his fingers through the other boy's hair. Absently his fingers brushed over and behind his ears.]

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