Marauder crack

Influence of flesh

The students are arriving at the Great Hall little by little. To the corner where Gryffindor veterans have breakfast Lily's perfume arrives first, after she drops her books on the table and finally sits down, with half of the ringlets collected and the other half are thrown desperately in all directions. Remus is pouring himself some milk, and if he doesn't tell her RIGHT NOW what happened with Sirius, he's a dead werewolf.

- So? - She asks.

-Good morning to you too, Lilly- he answers without answering. With his appearance of amazing tranquility. Mixing the honey with the milk. He has the nerve of spreading the toast with butter. And he seems calm. As if nothing happened. Like if Lilly hadn't been through the correspondence for eight weeks, the comings and goings from his heart.

- If you think I'm going to settle for your "Good morning, Lilly" you better take more care because that milk is expired and you have had a brain transplant with one of an elf-. He doesn't laugh, but almost. As he sips from the glass, Lilly can feel the smile peeking. - You are going to tell me what happened and you will be graphic and you will give me details because It's been years, years, Remus! listening to the same song of "He'll never want me" and "He's too straight" now on fire. And last night the idiots in my room kept me up until two in the morning cackling about what handsome that is Sirius, so give me some good news. She - She clings to her arm as she begs "please." - Tell me that those stupid heads don't have a chance of being related to the Black Family.

Remus fights with himself. Obviously, he wants to be discreet. He tries to contain himself, that he fights not to get emotional so as not to end up suffering. It is in his nature to be prudent and that is why when at last, AT LAST, he leaves the milk, let escape that smile, and gives in, he does it his way. Subtle, measured.

- The prospects are encouraging.

Lilly has always had her reservations about Sirius, she would be an idiot to deny it at this point. But it's the first morning of the course and that memo bird's head has made Remus glow inside, illuminated by an inner joy that Lily doesn't remember ever seeing. It may be a regret in the future but she mutters "I'm happy for you" and looking down, approaches him and tries to make him believe that he smells different, "My God, you smell like Sirius!"

A group of Slytherin students passes in front of them loudly enough to be heard by whoever passes by, and Lucius Malfoy makes his presence known.

- Lupin with a girl. I wonder what for if everyone knows you don't have any idea what to do with them.

Neither Lily nor Remus are even tempted to answer him. Is always a lost battle, of course, Sirius. His presence becomes visible suddenly across the table as if Malfoy had lured him with Dark Arts, looking for an opponent to match him.

- The one that was missing. I heard you were kicked out of the house, Black. I could say it surprises me, but we all knew it was a matter of time.

Lily is smelling it. The fight. The insults. Sirius always launches at open wounds. And Lily is sure that this time it will be no different. The year will be that this time Sirius says

- I would love to fight you, Malfoy but I am entertaining ignoring your existence.

And he leaves them speechless. Lucius and his minions. To her and Remus. Is surprising. It is unpublished. Is it a sign of maturity? From Sirius? A Peter Pan syndrome clinical case? Lily tries to digest it. There are some guys from fifth years who have left their scrolls and books where Sirius usually sits. When he makes sure that Malfoy has retreated to his corner, Sirius whistles at all of them and orders them to remove them quickly because he doesn't have all day. Before sitting down, he reserves one last look of hatred in the direction of the Slytherin table and sits down muttering against Lucius.

- If you are so interested in my house, surely my parents will adopt you. The dog died last year and they don't have anyone to shit in the living room.

Lily will never admit it. But knowing that it hasn't changed that much either is reassuring. A sign that the universe has certain unalterable rules. Remus keeps an eye on him and Sirius sits right in front of him. He looks at him carefully. It might be fifteen or twenty seconds before uttering a single word. Once Lily had the bad luck to interrupt a spell. She got stumbled and got caught up in the magic that came out of Professor McGonagall's wand, while she was trying to make levitate a tea set. She remembers that she felt electrified, full of energy in places she had never felt so alive before. If she were in the middle of Remus and Sirius right now, she knows that she would feel the same. None of the two he has eyes for nothing, nor anyone else. Lily disappears.

- Hello, Moony. - All the fury, all that destructive energy that Sirius applies to Slytherins and the children who occupy his place boils down to that greeting, transformed into another type of intensity. Just as threatening. But different. - When the fuck do you get up if you can tell me? 4 in the fucking morning?

- At seven, Sirius. Like all the other students.

There is nothing between them. Barely air.

- Since when?

- Since the first year.

Whatever happens between them is physical and voracious. Neither Lily nor anyone else has a place at that time and is thinking of getting up now and ending her breakfast ritual when she hears him, behind her back.

- Do you want to dance with me at Christmas?

She flinches in her chair. Holy fucking God. It must be because she hasn't seen him coming. He knows and is the reason why his voice close to her neck, from behind, giving her a chill.

- Pardon?

He sits next to her. With wet hair from the shower and eyes especially crystalline behind his glasses. "James Potter, Lily, it's just James Potter. Unbearable. Arrogant. Immature".

- Come with me to the Christmas dance.

Oh, she doesn't just hear that. It's not possible. It's only the first day of class. Who in his bloody mind is thinking about Christmas already?

- The dance that we will celebrate in THREE MONTHS?

It seems so calm. He seems so sure of himself. It's irritating. Is... Potter.

- I wanted to ask you before anyone else.

- It's September!

- Does that mean you'll think about it?

No, of course not. She's not going to think about it. She has no intention of giving up and end up being the girlfriend of a Quidditch player who thinks that no one could say no to him just because no one has ever said no to him. Doesn't want to go with him and of course, if she has felt for a moment, a kind of trembling in his presence is not because of him, but because of how those idiots Remus and Sirius are looking to each other THAT way and looks like they want to eat each other and have loaded the environment with too many pheromones.

- It means I'm going to class.

In the corner of his mind, as he heads to Potions without looking back, Lily realises that she hasn't said "no." She blames the excess of hormones in the dining room. The carnivorous influence of Remus and Sirius, without a doubt.