𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐙𝐄𝐒 ☾ r. lupin

₂₂ tears

REMUS WENT wide eyed as he eyed the piece of torn fabric in his hands, looking up to see Thalia staring at him.

"You-you ripped it," she whispered, eyeing the piece of fabric.

"I-I didn't mean to," He whispered, looking at the silver haired girl.

Thalia's eyes had glossed over a bit - from being drunk or having her wings ripped he didn't know. He reached out and flipped her around, taking his wand out of his pocket to fix her wings, managing to do so. The only problem was, you could notice. Remus cursed himself for being drunk and turned Thalia back around, keeping his hand on her shoulder.

She quickly pushed it away and looked up at him, her fists clenched at her sides as she opened her mouth. "What's your damage, Lupin?"

Lupin.

Remus' heart clenched at his last name, hoping that she would've at least called him by his first name, but that's Thalia Frilio. The cold-hearted bitch who doesn't bother using your first name - if she even knew it in the first place.

"What do you mean what's my damage? I'm not the one all of a sudden running out of a party because a guy wanted to dance with me," Remus spat back, his own fists clenched at his sides.

"It's exactly that! Just let me be!" She said, spinning around again.

Remus reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him again. His eyes met hers again and he noticed she had tears lined across her cheeks. Thalia quickly tore her hand away from his grip and wiped her tears, staring at him.

"I hate you Remus Lupin," she said.

Ah, there it is. The words he had only heard a million times before, and yet they hurt so much more each time she said it. It was no surprise, really, Thalia didn't like the Marauders. Thalia didn't really like anyone, for that matter, so why did Remus feel compelled to make her like him?

Before he knew it, he was drawing her into a hug. Remus had smothered her into his chest, clutching onto her waist as he rested his head on her shoulder. Thalia had tried wrestling away, but Remus merely held her tighter.

"Lupin let me go," she said, gritting her teeth.

"Why do you hate me so much," he whispered. Remus didn't even know if he made it sound like a question, he had merely said it. In his head it sounded flat, meaningless. There was no emotion to put into it.

Yet, he felt Thalia still in his embrace. He was expecting some kind of punch, some kind of hex, maybe even a jinx. But she merely sat there in his arms. She didn't wrap her arms around him or even hold his shirt, she just stood there with him. The only time she moved was when Remus dropped to his knees onto the ground, taking Thalia with him as he held her tighter. 

It was only then that Thalia grabbed fistfuls of his button-up, tugging the fabric away from his body as she cried. Remus merely stared at the wall in front of him, running his hand up and down her back. 

Every couple of seconds Thalia's wings would flutter; they especially did when she would let out a gut wrenching sob, making Remus' heart ache. He was never good at consoling people when they cried. How could he? He hated himself. He didn't even know how to comfort himself when he was feeling down, so how could he help a crying girl?

"I hate you," Thalia whispered into his shirt. Remus barely caught the small sound as she said it. His ears perked up at her voice, yet he closed his eyes. 

"I know," he whispered back. 

"I hate you so much it hurts." 

Her voice was light, filled with pain as she adjusted herself a bit. Remus gave her one last squeeze before he pulled away, noticing that Thalia's hair was now a dark blue. It shone with the moonlight from the windows of the castle, reflecting off of it. 

"Y-your hair," Remus whispered, merely staring at it. 

Thalia clammed up a bit and quickly stood up, wiping her tears as she stared down at him. Remus felt his heart pick up as she stood, watching as her skirt swished and her hair changed color yet again. Thalia's hair went pink as she glared at him, wiping her eyes and slightly smudging her eyeliner. 

"Got a problem with it?" Thalia asked, sniffing a bit. Her eyes were glazed over again, her cheeks red and blotchy. 

"No, just...confused," he whispered, watching as Thalia clenched her fists. With one last look she turned around and walked towards the Ravenclaw Tower, leaving Remus kneeling on the floor. 

His hair was ruffled and messy now, pieces hanging in his face as he stared at Thalia's back. His jacket was unbuttoned and his shirt was rumpled where Thalia had held onto him. Remus' pants were tight against his legs the more he sat on the ground, his shoes creased. 

He rested his hands on his thighs as he took a deep breath in and changed his gaze to the concrete floor. What had he just done? He ripped her wings and proceeded to make her cry and storm out of a party. Remus' shoulders sank as he reached up and placed his hands over his face, closing his eyes and relishing in the stillness of the hall. 

Truth was, Remus didn't hate Thalia. Not even close. No matter how much he wanted to he found her too interesting. She was on his mind constantly, with her bright hair, her blue eyes, the way she spoke. She was enticing to him, yet he made her hate him. Of course she would hate him. 

Why would someone love Remus Lupin when Remus Lupin couldn't even love himself?

_____ A/N _____

aha ha, this chapter is all over the place i apologize. i had an idea of where i was going in my head and it didn't correlate well into words. maybe i should just get a scene of two people yelling at each other. maybe i should just get that scene of andrew garfield saying "you pretentious douchebag" that's what remus is thinking, anyway. 

remember to eat and drink water !

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