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"I didn't say that whatsoever!" Declared a hoarse voice.
Two men, both tired-looking sat across from one another. They were separated by an old, worn wooden table which could easily seat twenty. Butterbeer in hand, the two conversed and deliberated.
"Must I recite the sentence once more? I'm sure you'll remember it this time." Replied the man to the left, he was average in height, standing at 5 foot 9 inches, dark wavy hair framing his sunken face, age lines cracking his wax like complexion.
"N-no there's no need. Actually, I remember it quite clearly now..." The taller of the two mused. He ran a hand through his mousy hair now speckled with grey.
"JEEPERS CREEPERS THAT SURE WAS A WALLOPIN' TO THE NOGGIN!" yelled the shorter of the duo before erupting into a fit of laughter.
"And I never commentated another Quidditch match after that."
"It was such a shame McGonagall had put a censor on the microphone- it really took away your personal flair on what was happening during the game."
"Sirius, I would like to remind you that I was thirteen, it was a necessary precaution."
Sirius Black, the shorter man, was the last surviving wizard of the Black family; a well known and respected line of purebloods. After twelve years, wrongfully sentenced in Azkaban prison, his appearance was a fraction of what it had been. To this day, he was still trying to attain a decent appearance but years and years in prison made his hair grow wild and untamed. After he had escaped, his hair was left shaggy and rough.
On this particular night, the duo had met to cut Sirius' hair before the meeting set to happen the following day. After they had tamed his mane to shoulder-length waves and his facial hair, down to a subtle stubble, they had retreated to reminiscing over their days at Hogwarts.
The return to his childhood home, 12 Grimmauld Place, had meant that Sirius finally had a sense of security after many years and was finally able to take care of himself. But now he was not alone. No. He had his best friend, Remus Lupin staying with him too.
Remus Lupin, the taller of the two was thirty-five years old despite what his appearance told you. His face was tainted with a look of illness and exhaustion. From his pallid profile, you could see the marks of a scar which started on one side of his face and ended at the other in a diagonal fashion.
"Now, finish your drink because I'd say it's time for some sleep before the meeting tomorrow." Remus advised.
With a begrudging groan accompanied by a nod, Sirius rose from his seat and made his way along the dark hallway and up the stairs. He made sure to not make a noise, almost as if he were afraid to wake someone.
The taller wizard now stood alone in the kitchen, moving the now empty butterbeer bottles to the bin. He looked so worn and weary you'd think a simple hex would finish him off. Nevertheless, after cleaning up, Remus made his way down the hallway just as Sirius had and in the same delicate fashion. Soft footed and silent, he ascended to his room on the first floor.
Taking the room in, he closed the door. A four-poster bed, a hardwood wardrobe, an aging chest, an old leather armchair and an odd coloured, tattered rug filled the space. The paint peeling from the walls, the house was in major need of refurbishing and redecorating but that was certainly the least of their worries. Remus didn't let his mind linger on that for too long. Instead he opened the chest that sat at the foot of the bed and pulled out a beaten book. Muggle Literature fascinated the thirty-five-year-old. His favourite being, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Sometimes he pictured himself as Gatsby; a rich man who could throw numerous extravagant parties and provide for people around him. A man who hid himself for amusement and not for fear... A real man.
Remus traced the scar that crossed his face. No matter how many charms or potions he had learned, none of them gave permanent results. Not only did he have to live with the reminder of this 'abnormality' on his face, he now had to sit in a room with a group of witches and wizards who would also see it. What would they think? Surely they'd know what it was from- what he is now.
A monster.
Unable to shake the anxiety, Lupin spent his night reading, it was one of the only things that took him away from his current reality.
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"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." whispered Remus as he finished the book in the early hours of the morning.
Hoping he wouldn't wake Sirius, Remus made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. The water beat against his worn and scarred skin. Thoughts of self-doubt racing around in his mind.
His thoughts were soon interrupted at the sound of the door opening.
"Sirius Orion Black!" Remus protested, doing his best to cover up.
"Marauders. Never. Grow. Up." Sirius declared as he picked up Remus' towel and ran off with it.
A small smile had worked itself onto Remus' face.
*
Once dressed in a pair of shabby robes, Lupin knocked on Sirius' bedroom door to see he had fallen asleep once more. His towel was thrown on the floor into the corner of the room.
The idea was too tempting to pass up as Remus eyed the towel. The wizard levitated the towel with a silent charm and quietly walked over to the bedside.
"3. . . 2. . . 1. . ."
WHIP
Remus began to hit Sirius with the towel rather harshly. After the first hit, Sirius jumped up with a yelp.
"MOONY!" he bellowed
"Marauders never grow up." said Remus as he ran out of the bedroom, Sirius picking up another towel and following as closely as he could in hopes of payback.
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