Whispers in the confessional ~ Wolfstar

Chapter 6- Another day

Sirius Blacks point of view:

"Morning sleepy Sirius." Father Lupin chuckled to himself as he pushed me a plate of pancakes with cream and blueberries on. "That should be your new nickname, sleepy Sirius." He smiled.

Lazily, I sat up to make room for him on the sofa, "Thanks." I responded sarcastically to the name and then took the plate, "Thanks." This time it was genuine.

Father Lupin sat down next to me and put his own plate on his lap, "I called Regulus last night to tell him that you were here, just so he wouldn't worry."

As if a headache came on all of a sudden I put my fork down and held my head in my hands, "Oh God I don't want to have to deal with him, he's gonna be so mad." I paused realising what the first part of my sentence was, "Oh... sorry."

He laughed for a moment, "Ah don't worry, God's got better things to do with his time. I'm sure he won't mind one random bloke on earth saying his name."

I blinked, sort of taken aback, "Wow, progressive." I laughed at my own sarcastic remark, "And you've just made me feel really small on this earth."

Father Lupin shrugged, as if he couldn't help it. Once he finished his mouthful he said, "You could always stay here again tonight, if you don't want to go back. I'll warn you though I'm on confession duty all day today."

"No I don't want to take up anymore of your time, or knock anymore bookshelves." Conversation went quiet for a moment, "So what's confession like?" I chewed some pancake.

Father Lupin laughed, "Defiantly eventful, I've heard some odd shit in my time."

Cool swear-y priest.

"Have you ever watched Fleabag?" I blurted out.

His face dropped, "No no no no." He laughed, "Not that scene. Ew ew ew ew ew!" He remarked. "Although I do love Fleabag."

I hummed, "I love Hot priest man. Andrew Scott just does something to me, you know?" I laughed and Father Lupin shuddered at the thought. "What's the craziest story you've heard in confession?" I asked.

"Someone confessed to a murder." He said bluntly.

I choked briefly, "What?"

He shook his head, "Nah I'm just kidding. And I'm not supposed to tell you anyway, that's why it's secret." He pretended to take the moral high ground.

"Please." I begged.

He rolled his eyes, "Fine." He racked his brain for the craziest confession, "Someone confessed to drinking the toilet water after people had used the toilet." He grimaced.

"What? That is... I don't even know. Confession sounds so fun." I laughed.

Father Lupin shook his head, "Nah. That's one percent of the confessions, the rest are just for sex outside of marriage and watching porn." He said these words as if they meant nothing, however in my mind I was scandalised that a priest didn't burst out into flames even speaking these words.

We finished up our conversation and food so after putting the plates in the kitchen sink we went to the bookshelf, "Right, so it goes in order of genre, A to Z and then in those genres it's organised by author, again A to Z."

I gawked, "What?! Can we not just organise it in colour, that looks way colour."

Father Lupin narrowed his eyes, "Absolutely not, how am I meant to find a book?  I I'm doing it my way." He never seemed overly protective over anything, clearly this was different.

We started picking them up off the floor and putting them on the shelf. Father Lupin would then (passive aggressively) move the book I had placed so it was in the 'right' space. It was honestly quite funny and I admired his dedication.

This continued until he sighed, "Stop." He smirked, "You cannot organise for shit!" He exclaimed, "Just sit in the sofa, I'll do this myself." He wasn't mad, he was just laughing.

"Are you sure? Do you need me to do anything?" I asked.

"Just make me a cuppa. Little bit of milk with one sugar please." He smiled.

I nodded, "Alright." I moved to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle, pulling out two mugs. As the kettle boiled my eyes made their way to a large cardboard box that was sat on his table. Photo albums. "Hey, what are all these photo albums?"

"Just some stuff from when I was a teen, my friend send them over from Ireland a few days ago. I started going through them this morning while you were sleeping." Father Lupin explained, distantly from the living room.

I hummed and then flicked one open, being greeted with photos of him. Photos of him : on a shitty pebble beach with a cider, with his shirt off in a pub, kissing some girl as he stared at the camera smugly. I quickly checked to make sure he was absorbed in his books before pulling out my phone and taking a few pictures of them and slipping it back in my pocket.

"Wow. You really went from life of the party to old man real quick." I laughed, putting in tea bags and pouring in the boiled water.

Remus laughed strolling into the kitchen, "Yeah. Shit happened, I found God and now I read instead of fuck bitches every night." His tone was sarcastic but we both knew exactly what he was saying was true. "My life story."

I poured in some milk and a teaspoon of sugar, gave it a quick stir before putting the teabag in the bin and passing him his mug. "Thanks." He smiled.

"So wha actually happened?" I asked, following him into the living room. "Why did you leave all that behind and you know... find God. Seems you were very good with the ladies." I joked.

He smiled up at me from the sofa, his smile was sad though, melancholic almost. "A story for another day, this tea is great." He quickly changed the subject.

A story for another day.

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So Father Lupin is a whore guys :)