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𝕽emus snapped his head up abruptly, his eyes growing round when the door burst wide open to reveal a panicked James, yelling exasperatedly,
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
He blinked confusedly, glancing down to his and Willow's shared copy of 'Romeo and Juliet', reading over the lighthearted and humorous comments they made in the margins together, his lips pursing at the way the bespectacled boy was pacing up and down the room he was resting in, in the Potter manor, running a hand through his untameable hair.
"How many guesses do I get? 3? Okay— number one...i'm a werewolf...number two....I find that some people can be really—"
James turned to him sharply with glare, gesturing to him as he spluttered, "It's your bloody wedding day!"
He nodded his head slowly, unsure of what to say to the boy in response as he coughed to clear his scratchy throat, humming gently,
"Yes, i'm fairly aware considering it involves me as the groom"
"Then why aren't you freaking out— you— you psychopath?!" He blurted, shaking his head in disbelief as Remus merely shrugs, looking back down to the play with a lazy grin, ignoring when James huffed at him, the door opening to reveal Sirius as he collapsed on to the bed with a mumble,
"Apparently i'm not allowed to snog the maid of honour until it's over because she's helping the bride. How inconsiderate is that?"
"Oh very, how dare they do such a thing" Remus muttered absently, rubbing the corner of the page between his thumb and forefinger, Sirius rolling over onto his stomach to eye the relaxed werewolf, raising his eyebrows impressed and looking to a flustered James, sniggering,
"Are we sure this isn't Prongs' wedding? You seem awfully chilled, Moony"
"I think it's good Moony's chilled, imagine if he was freaking out and pacing with those tree trunks for legs....besides it's not like Willow's going to run away or anything, or well I don't think she would— that would be a pretty big prank to pull off. She's definitely capable though" Peter piped up as he stepped into the room chomping on a biscuit, James immediately snatching a tissue from the bathroom and tucking it over the boy's shirt whilst he was eating seen as he was already in his dress robes, ready for the occasion.
"Of course she is, she can do fucking anything our fluffy puff. Both of my girls can" Sirius boasted with a grin, flipping his raven locks over his shoulder as Remus reached his leg out to nudge him with his foot whilst continuing to read, Regulus' voice chiming,
"Our girls, Sirius— and before you start that crap, they were both mine before they were any of yours, had been for years"
Remus whined when James reached to pry the books from his hands with a parental look, Regulus fixing up the buttons of his shirt when he realised he had missed one whilst Sirius switched on the radio to add some background music and Peter carried on munching his biscuits.
