SIRIUS & REGULUS (love triangle plot w/OC)
From the noble house of black.
✯ to fall from grace ✯
PHRASE
If someone falls from grace, they suddenly stop being successful or popular.
(in Christian belief) descend from a state of divine favour into si...
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FLOWERS, Sirius' POV. ———
Another yawn escaped my mouth. I had lost count.
Last night had been particularly hard, Remus almost forgetting who James was and going to attack his stag form. Thankfully, another beast within the forbidden forest distracted him and he ran off.
Which meant, equally, we had the job of hunting down a werewolf in preparation for when he'd turn back.
Remus had become more destructive since...and with...the prank.
I think it's down to that one mistake, with Snape. That didn't go to plan. He's struggled ever since.
This year, coming back to Hogwarts, he said to Poppy he wanted a way to calm that side of him.
He's now medicated through the roof.
So much so he just couldn't recognise our animagi forms as his friends, last night. There was a dopiness about him. As much as he was now a lot weaker and slow due to the medicine, he was still a werewolf and one that now didn't have his wits about him. Which didn't feel right to us, his friends.
Luckily, it did mean that he injured himself less. Now, lately he was only dealing with the transformation wounds. That's what Poppy had told us anyway, thrilled with her concoction that could chill out such an apex predator.
But with what happened the other month, I was starting to feel as if medicating a werewolf wasn't the answer to Remus' prayers.
A stupid werewolf is more dangerous than one with smarts. Surprisingly.
"They're letting you out earlier now because of this medicine." I stated to Remus, who was now in his dorm room bed and not a hospital one.
He hummed in response, knackered like the rest of us.
"How...do you feel a difference on it?" I asked.
We had all been noticing a difference in his behaviour recently. Even without the full moon, which wasn't the point of it.
Very subtly. A jitteriness, more nervous and irritable.
James had brought it to my attention that Remus was starting to pick again. Something he did in our first few years at Hogwarts.
He picked his fingers raw. Peeling any skin he could until he bled.
In second year, he actually barely had a left eyebrow and I thought he must have singed it off in potions at some point. What was really happening was that he plucked out his hair without thinking.
The hair on his arms this time around, was becoming increasingly thinner. Instead of an eyebrow.
Remus didn't reply, but yawned in response.
"Cause you've been a fucking nightmare to be honest, lad." James said it how it was.
I concealed a laugh, due to my genuine concern beneath it, though felt the relief in James' blunt honesty.
