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the_wanlorn) wrote2006-07-02 12:07 am
the_wanlorn) wrote2006-07-02 12:07 am
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fic: June Morning Talks
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the_wanlorn
Title: June Morning Talks
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
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dogdaysofsummer - July 1 - warm stone
Summary: All he wanted was to read his book in peace. He didn't want to think about his sore joints, didn't want to entertain Sirius, didn't want to imagine how his three closest friends would now keep their distance from him.
Word Count: 563
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and universe are property of JK Rowling and others.
Notes: MWPP-era, the summer after their first year. Un-beta'd, possibly mucks up bits of canon, written in an obscenely short amount of time.
"I followed you."
"What?"
Sirius waved his arm irritably, as though Remus should have somehow divined what he was talking about. "You know, last night. I followed you."
"Oh." The warm stone against his back didn't feel so comforting anymore. The lack of birdsong in the trees behind him was more noticeable after Sirius' harsh proclamation.
"We kind of figured, anyway." Sirius plopped down next to the mop-headed boy, oblivious to his tense posture and stilled hands.
"'We'?" He wished he could respond with more than on syllable, wished he knew what to say, wished the lump in his throat would go away, wished that Sirius wasn't such an unmindful bugger.
"Me 'n' James 'n' Peter." Remus though, half-distracted and -hysterical, that Sirius could not possibly have made that sentence carry another ounce of derision. "Why didn't you tell us?"
He barked a short laugh, lacking that particular light lilt it usually had. "It's not exactly something one talks about."
Sirius jostled Remus' shoulder with his own. "Hey, it's okay, you know." His voice had taken on a peculiar, soft quality that Remus couldn't place. "You could've told us."
"Shockingly I enjoy having friends." His heart was beating hard; he was certain Sirius would be able to hear it if he payed attention for half a second. The grass, just to the side of the leg that wasn't resting against Sirius', was utterly fascinating. Really. That's why he'd been staring at it since the conversation began.
"I just told you it didn't matter!"
"So you say now." He wasn't cynical, he was practical.
"Don't be such a wanker, Remus." Sirius flopped across his lap, crushing his damp hands and causing him to jerk back and smash his head hard on the rock he was leaning against.
"Bloody hell, Sirius!" He tore his eyes from the fascination of the grass blades and glared at his friend. "How could I- never mind."
Sirius' incessant movement, little twitches and squirms that didn't even stop in his sleep, ceased. "Do James' parents know?"
"You said you followed me. What do you think?" He was tired, more tired than any twelve-year-old had a right to be.
"Point. You 'kay?" Sirius' voice was surprisingly tender, even if it embarrassingly dipped a register in the middle. Remus didn't even bother to answer that question, though. "Well, if you're not gonna answer, I was sent to get you for lunch."
"I'm not hungry." He never was, the day after the moon. It hurt to think, nevermind eat. Only the thought of deflecting the worry of his friends - the three of them visiting James for two months of the summer - made him drag himself and a book out to the edge of the woods for the morning.
"Okay, then we can stay here. I brought sandwiches just in case." Two mangled sandwiches appeared out of Sirius' pocket, slightly lint-covered, but still edible.
"Sirius..." It was almost a whine, and Remus detested whining. All he wanted was to read his book in peace. He didn't want to think about his sore joints, didn't want to entertain Sirius, didn't want to imagine how his three closest friends would now keep their distance from him.
Looking down at Sirius, munching on a sandwich with a pleased glint in his eye, head pillowed on his friends lap, Remus sighed. Perhaps not.
~July 1, 2006~
the_wanlornTitle: June Morning Talks
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt:
dogdaysofsummer - July 1 - warm stoneSummary: All he wanted was to read his book in peace. He didn't want to think about his sore joints, didn't want to entertain Sirius, didn't want to imagine how his three closest friends would now keep their distance from him.
Word Count: 563
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and universe are property of JK Rowling and others.
Notes: MWPP-era, the summer after their first year. Un-beta'd, possibly mucks up bits of canon, written in an obscenely short amount of time.
"I followed you."
"What?"
Sirius waved his arm irritably, as though Remus should have somehow divined what he was talking about. "You know, last night. I followed you."
"Oh." The warm stone against his back didn't feel so comforting anymore. The lack of birdsong in the trees behind him was more noticeable after Sirius' harsh proclamation.
"We kind of figured, anyway." Sirius plopped down next to the mop-headed boy, oblivious to his tense posture and stilled hands.
"'We'?" He wished he could respond with more than on syllable, wished he knew what to say, wished the lump in his throat would go away, wished that Sirius wasn't such an unmindful bugger.
"Me 'n' James 'n' Peter." Remus though, half-distracted and -hysterical, that Sirius could not possibly have made that sentence carry another ounce of derision. "Why didn't you tell us?"
He barked a short laugh, lacking that particular light lilt it usually had. "It's not exactly something one talks about."
Sirius jostled Remus' shoulder with his own. "Hey, it's okay, you know." His voice had taken on a peculiar, soft quality that Remus couldn't place. "You could've told us."
"Shockingly I enjoy having friends." His heart was beating hard; he was certain Sirius would be able to hear it if he payed attention for half a second. The grass, just to the side of the leg that wasn't resting against Sirius', was utterly fascinating. Really. That's why he'd been staring at it since the conversation began.
"I just told you it didn't matter!"
"So you say now." He wasn't cynical, he was practical.
"Don't be such a wanker, Remus." Sirius flopped across his lap, crushing his damp hands and causing him to jerk back and smash his head hard on the rock he was leaning against.
"Bloody hell, Sirius!" He tore his eyes from the fascination of the grass blades and glared at his friend. "How could I- never mind."
Sirius' incessant movement, little twitches and squirms that didn't even stop in his sleep, ceased. "Do James' parents know?"
"You said you followed me. What do you think?" He was tired, more tired than any twelve-year-old had a right to be.
"Point. You 'kay?" Sirius' voice was surprisingly tender, even if it embarrassingly dipped a register in the middle. Remus didn't even bother to answer that question, though. "Well, if you're not gonna answer, I was sent to get you for lunch."
"I'm not hungry." He never was, the day after the moon. It hurt to think, nevermind eat. Only the thought of deflecting the worry of his friends - the three of them visiting James for two months of the summer - made him drag himself and a book out to the edge of the woods for the morning.
"Okay, then we can stay here. I brought sandwiches just in case." Two mangled sandwiches appeared out of Sirius' pocket, slightly lint-covered, but still edible.
"Sirius..." It was almost a whine, and Remus detested whining. All he wanted was to read his book in peace. He didn't want to think about his sore joints, didn't want to entertain Sirius, didn't want to imagine how his three closest friends would now keep their distance from him.
Looking down at Sirius, munching on a sandwich with a pleased glint in his eye, head pillowed on his friends lap, Remus sighed. Perhaps not.
~July 1, 2006~
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I would very much like to see more of this--the writing is clean and Remus's characterization is perfect.
Make sure that you let Edallia know that you've written this!
And let me know when there's more!
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