Remus <3

11 Tickets to Quidditch

The quidditch game held high expectations. The marauders were all extremely excited to see their favorite team play against the other team. It was the last week of summer break and Ash was in a large tent with the rest of the Marauders.

James insisted on having his face painted and Ash was more than happy to paint on his face. He should have seen it coming when she wrote Ash rules in green and white on his forehead. Sirius didn't want anything to obscure his "handsome" face but that didn't stop him from begging Ash to let him paint hers. She knew where that would lead to and she didn't feel like wearing a vulgar phrase or anything praising Sirius Black. She allowed Remus to paint her face though. She just wanted a small shamrock.

Remus leaned in closer as he began painting the clover. He was shaking as he attempted to draw a straight stem and extremely upset about how uneven his circles were. His face was a mask of concentration that Ash found quite funny.

"We aren't doing a potions test right now Moony, why so serious," Ash laughed.

"Don't laugh I'm gonna mess up," Remus says holding Ash's head still as he drew the circles the would make up the shamrock.

He let's out a huff of frustration as he wipes it off again.

Ash's grin only seemed to get wider everytime he messed up. She found Remus's look of concentration and frustration over such a small and meaningless task charming. It also gave her the perfect view of his face. She had never stared at him so close and for so long, he was even more perfect up close.

She was in a daze as she watched him. How he would sometimes frown in concentration and narrow his eyes. His hands were still shaking which only added to his frustration which made his hands shake more. Sometimes hair would fall into his face and Ash would have the urge to move it out of the way.

"Stop looking at me like that. It's making me nervous," Remus dips the paintbrush into the green again and goes back to painting the circles for the 30th time now.

"I can't help it you're so adorable," Ash says just as a lock of hair falls into his eyes and this time she moves it out of the way.

Remus is shell shocked and still until he isn't. Ash doesn't try to hide the snicker that escapes her lips as he attempts to keep his paintbrush from smudging the clover again.

"Whatever," Remus whispers trying to feign nonchalant but failing because of the red that now covered his cheeks.

A few minutes later he was done and when Ash looked at it in the mirror she saw a perfect clover then again she expected nothing less after the amount of tries it took. She knew that if Sirius had taken half as long he wouldn't be breathing but she didn't question why when Remus did it she didn't mind at all, she actually enjoyed it.

Now it was Remus's turn to have his face painted. When she asked him what he wanted he just shrugged and so Ash got to work.

She started with a clover on his forehead then a flag on his cheek and a leprachauns hat on his other cheek. After that she wrote Ireland Rules sprawled across his nosebridge. She added a few other things as well until Remus's face was completely covered.

As Remus watched the girl in front of him paint he was off in another world. Anyone could see he was cherishing every detail of her face and so he was glad the others were preoccupied with making bets.

The way she bit her lips in concentration or how she would back away to get a new perspective of the drawing like he was her master piece. Her strokes were confident and it showed that she had practice from James. She was so beautiful and she got so close when she was painting. When she had scrunched his cheeks together in order to get a good view of his nose he was shocked but he liked every piece of contact they made. It was excruciating for him to watch her in such close proximity all too aware of how perfect she was, when she had a boyfriend that wasn't him. Or so he thought. It was even more painful because even if she didn't have a boyfriend she was just his best friend and he was just her favorite marauder.