fox - r.lupin

- b o n u s - c h a p t e r - A U. 2 -

(08.18.2024)

pre–a/n

okay first of – sorry this took so long. 

second, there is a longer note at the end! 

**PLEASE DONT SKIP IT**

also, i would recommend listening to Bookstore Girl by Charlie Burg while reading

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∆ Bookstore Girl ∆

  He stared up at the hand-painted sign hanging over the door of the locally owned bookshop, his heart thudding loudly in his ears as he shuffled on his feet nervously.

He had been standing across the street for about fifteen minutes now, much longer than he told his friends that he would be out. Instead, he was avoiding his mission. He had sworn himself that he would do this today. He had made a promise to his slightly terrified and absolutely annoying self that he would do it.

He was going to talk to her.

He could see her in the window of the store–her auburn hair held back with a black bandana that kept back the waves and curls that hung down her back. She was redecorating the shop window for All Hallows' Eve–placing plastic vibrant orange pumpkins with silly faces painted on them (so they didn't frighten the regularly present children from the town) on the multi-level stands. Fake leaves of all autumn colours were somehow attached to the glass, hanging there with the illusion that they were floating off some invisible tree inside the bookstore.

He thought he spotted some witches' cauldrons and face familiars hidden amongst the beautiful display.

He watched as she placed different books around all the decorations–which were also all lit up with fake candles.

I wonder where all the fake spiders and webs are... He thought to himself as she stepped out of the shop to examine her work, her hands on her hips.

"She doesn't like spiders," A voice told him smuggly.

He jumped–turning to see one of his best mates (brothers) staring across the street with him, his hands shoved deeply into his leather jacket pockets.

He was a very distinct picture of everything that some (uncool) parents would have rather died than let their children become if they were the worst.

Much like Sirius Black's own parents.

Sirius nodded at the young woman who had ducked back into the shop to adjust something in the left window, "Marley said she doesn't like spiders." When his best friend sputtered over his words, the eyeliner-wearing young adult rolled his eyes, "Yes. Me and my girlfriend talk about her best-friend-actually-sister. You're not exactly subtle, Moony–besides, Bookstore Girl is quite popular in our discussions when you're not around."

Moony looked at Sirius with enormous jade eyes, "What do you mean?"

Sirius just smirked wider, "That's for me to know and you to find out." He waved at the young red-haired woman inside the shop, "After you grow a pair and go talk to her."