Past, Present, and Future

That's It, It's Split

At one point Remus and Roman DeVillier had been close and such animosity wasn't bred overnight. When did the pair begin to crack?

Trigger Warnings: Implied favoritism, Remus angst, mentions of blood, gore, and death, and perceived abandonment

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"Aaauuughh!"

The maid's scream was just so satisfying. So long and extra. Next to him Roman giggled watching her flounce about trying to catch the cockroach toy.

Except then he heard something else. A sniffle and something being thrown out.

Izzie cried into her hands. Roman wasn't giggling anymore. Actually he looked all serious and scrunched up. Remus wondered if he was gonna throw up.

Oooo maybe it would be orange this time. He remembered once it looked like crushed and mouth mashed oatmeal. And the smell was so bad too. Though he had only eaten ice cream to soothe the pain.

Though he made sure those thoughts stayed up there, since it did make Ro-Ro's pain worse and that wasn't what he wanted to do.

Roman slid past Remus and out of the pantry.

"Hey Ro, Ro we're gonna get caught," Remus tried to warn. He didn't listen.

"Izzie, I'm sorry," he whimpered.

Sorry!?

The old bat had been the one to take away their favorite toys! She was always so strict and mean when nannies were supposed to be fun.

"Oh thank you sweetie," she said a tremble in her voice, "though it wasn't your fault dear. Oh I just don't know how that horrible thing could have gotten in there."

"Ummm..."

"Well the important thing is you boys didn't eat it."

"Even though you were mad at us?"

"Heavens no. No matter how mad I may be I'll always do my best to make sure you boys are healthy."

"Izzie I have to confess something," Roman said sounding big and important like when they played Princes and Gorgons.

"Thank you, what a dear little prince you are."

Then Roman started blubbering. In the cupboard Remus went cold and squirmy as his brother confessed everything and certainly pointed Iguana Izzie to his hiding place.

Time to split, but it had to be careful. He should've just streaked as if he were naked cuz then her rock expression wouldn't be baring down on him now.

"Honestly Remus will this never end?" she asked. "Not only are your pranks immature they're spiteful and not the mark of a gentleman, perhaps you should learn a bit from your brother."

In response he gave a rasberry hoping spittle slapped her face.

"Do you enjoy making people sad? I honestly don't think you do, but this is the only way you'll learn consequences."

"Only bullies," he mumbled angrily. No, vexedly. He'd heard the word on TV once and it just sounded hard and sharp. Like one good lob with it would shred off skin.

She dragged him to his room. He could see Roman snacking on cookies.

Poopy faced traitor.

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Miss Izzie never raised her voice, but still Roman didn't like hearing all the sighs and ugly beads weaved in between. All in a thread of guilt that made him feel bad. She'd assured him that as long as he'd learned his lesson it was okay.