"You are the sweetest feeling I have ever know."
In which ••• a werewolf stuck on the ground, falls for a raven, wishing for the sky.
•slow/kinda slow burn
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YEAR FIVE - NOVEMBER 1975 "Oh my darling, you are wonderful tonight."
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Remus Lupin had begun to regret his decision on following James, Sirius, and Peter into Hogsmead, feeling the absence of Rhylara. The Ravenclaw girl had already made plans to catch up with the other girls of the Gryffindor house, having spent most of her recent time with the Marauders. James had been shot down by Lily yet again for a date to Hogsmead, and needed a pick me up.
The group was visiting The Three Broomsticks for a few butterbeers, which were spiked with a generous helping of fire whiskey, provided by a rather sober Sirius. The boy had picked up the habit of drinking after realizing his true feelings for his best friend, refusing to believe it, Sirius turned to the burning liquid. In all, James, Sirius, and Peter drank three butterbeers each.
Remus wasn't a drinker, he opted to refuse the butterbeer and instead ordered a tea, warm and comforting. Rhylara would love it, earl gray tea with a little cream and honey. Remus stored the information away in his head, listening to James and Sirius argue about how Lily was in love with him or not.
"She's not playing hard to get mate, she's not bloody into you!" Sirius yelled, laughing as James grew desperate and drunk. Peter had already downed his spiked drinks, swaying in his chair. The pudgy boy, though big, was not able to keep his liquor down, but could do it well when it's mixed with something else.
"Padfoot you're supposed to agree with me!" James shouted in his face, the smell of whiskey and butterbeer hot on his tongue. Remus was aware of the looks they were receiving, feeling the stares on the back of his neck. He grew very much aware of the threat of being kicked out. He missed the authority that Rhylara had over the rowdy boys, James and Sirius were always seen as the leaders of the Marauders, but Rhylara held their leashes.
"Prongs mate, she just doesn't want you." Sirius continued, drinking straight from the metal flask he hid in his jacket pocket. It wasn't too cold out, but there was a bitter chill in the air.
"Yeah, I should be saying that to you, Pads." James rolled his eyes, unaware of the curious glances Remus and Peter threw his way, chugging the last of his beer. James would become careless when drinking, forgetting the secrets from the jokes. Sirius felt a wave of nausea wash over him, only for a moment, before returning his gaze to normal. It would take more than three spiked butterbeers and a flask of fire whiskey to make the boy tipsy, but he felt as if he already was by his friend's comment.
"Now you're speaking rubbish." Remus whispered, standing from the table, planning on leaving for Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop for new quills across the way, then perhaps HoneyDukes. He left a few coins on the table to pay for his drink, and left.
Remus didn't have a lot of money like James and Sirius did, but he got by. He wasn't making grand purchases like his friends did either, so buying new quills and a few chocolates wouldn't bankrupt him. The werewolf heard his friends clambering after him, shouts and hollers reaching his sensitive ears. He did not answer them however, feeling embarrassed to be called after like a dog.
