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Woolly Jumpers (Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader)

Woolly Jumpers 

Warnings: Swearing (I think), my usual shitty writing etc etc

Authors Note: This was not requested, I was just bored and I needed this (I have been living in a series of melt downs, like stress-induced-nose-bleed melt downs). If you however, would like to request anything, my requests are open

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Warnings: Swearing (I think), my usual shitty writing etc etc

Authors Note: This was not requested, I was just bored and I needed this (I have been living in a series of melt downs, like stress-induced-nose-bleed melt downs). If you however, would like to request anything, my requests are open

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She's always loved Remus' jumpers more than her own, all warm colours and oversized sleeves. Warmer somehow, comforting in a way, they've become a staple part of her daily attire to the point where people are much more likely to find her wearing one than they are Remus.

Today is one of the first times all week (Y/N) has gone without, reluctantly opting for a jumper of her own, trying to ignore the strange foreign feel to it, an unfamiliarity with her own clothes that can only be blamed on Remus Lupin's extensive jumper collection; the undeniable source of her new found sweater snobbery.

However leaning over the pearly coloured potion in the cauldron in front of her, her sense are left momentarily confused. Around her, her friends wait curiously for her to recite what she's smelt, succumbing to the buzz of studying Amortentia with the rest of the class.

She's still trying to dechipher the smells herself when Sirius' elbow nudges gently against her side, drawing her attention from the potions itself to his waiting expression.

"What d'you smell?"

"Give her a chance, Padfoot."

She gives Peter a grateful look, though she can still see the curiosity in his eyes. Feeling suddenly outnumbered, she turns back to the potions and breathes in the undecipherable array of smells and waits expectantly for them to separate from one another.

"I smell..." She starts. "Dusty books, hot chocolate and..."

She frowns, catching the smell that initially threw her off guard, one that seems far too familiar for her to struggle with the way she does. Like the schools washing detergent, the way it clings to each knitted stich of a wooly jumper.

Then, all at once she realises what it is, and why she's confused.

"And?" Peter urges, strategically kind.

"Woolly jumpers" She gulps. "I think."

"Woolly jumpers?" Sirius hums knowingly.

(Y/N) can feel herself growing warmer with embarrassment, glancing down at her chest hoping to find herself wearing Remus' jumper rather than her own, a desperate attempt to explain to herself why on earth she could be spelling it that would have nothing to do with liking her best friend.

Yet her grey sweater still clings to her uncomfortably as it has all day, proving the potion correct where she wishes it were wrong. Sirius is staring at her, all to smug and knowing for her liking.

"What do you think that means?" He pushes. "Huh?"

She tries to fix him a glare, turning back for one last futile attempt to save herself, breathing in a final breath of the potion. Once again, she's struck by the all too familiar smell, recognisable by the subtle cologne that's always laced inadvertently through the stitches.