𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄!

Song:
You're my best friend (Queen)
"I really love you. Oh, you're my best friend..."

"How gentleman-like of you to walk me back to my dorm, Rem." Callisto sarcastically remarked, gazing at the portraits chatting around them.

"You're not exactly walking, Listo." He laughed, glancing at the girl in his arms. She had insisted she could go back to her dorm alone, but she ended up limping out of the classroom when Remus swiftly picked her up. He couldn't help but laugh every time he thought of her trying to be serious with her hair all messed up, her makeup smudged and a sleepy look in her eyes. They had spent hours talking with their backs against the walls and "unnecessary" garments around the room, until Callisto had fallen asleep with her head on Remus' shoulder. They woke up with the first rays of sunlight creeping through the window, staring at the absolute mess they had made in the class.

Remus' sweater was Callisto, leaving him in only a black t-shirt and Callisto's shirt had been discarded over a pushed over desk. They spent a good thirty minutes looking for Remus' wand, only for it to be found rolled under a stack of messy notes.

"Whose fault is that?"

"Mine." He replied with a smug smile, unable to hide his content. "So, breakfast."

"My name is Callisto, but sure."

"You think you're funny, don't you?"

"Very." She replied smuggly, a smirk playing on her lips.

"How sad."

"Do you go around fucking all the 'sad' people in here?" Callisto responded, raising an eyebrow. "Are you the Gryffindor Casanova?"

"Jealous?"

"As if." Callisto scoffed, "Since when are you so cocky?"

"Firstly, poor choice of wording." He smirked. "Secondly, since a few hours ago when you were begging me t-"

"Alright, that's enough of cocky Remus for one day!"

"You're no fun, Claire." He teased as they approached the Great Hall. "Are we here too early?"

"Beats me." The girl mumbled, her eyebrows furrowed at the lack of sound. The Great Hall was always loud during breakfast, especially these few weeks with one Quidditch match coming after the other. James was constantly on the edge, a few bruises around his eyes from the protective goggles and a muggle bullhorn always in his hand as he caught his team members acting out of line. McGonagall had gotten quite a liking in the muggle object and she would often be seen with James by her side as she whispered to him something, and he angrily shouted it out at the oblivious students. James was quite proud to be the woman's right hand in charge.

"Maybe they're all still in their dorms." She proposed, looking up at the boy. Before he had the chance to reply, a masculine voice called them out, making the boy turn around.