Twilight {-Remus Lupin x Reader-}

15: Vulpes Clanculum

{-3rd DECEMBER 1975-}
{-Y/N L/N-}

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs walked into the Great Hall, covered head to toe in feathers.

I whistled as they approached. "Nice look. Where'd he catch you this time?"

Sirius spat out a feather as he sat to my left. "Staircase."

"And, this is the... 7th prank so far, right?"

James nodded, picking a feather out of his hair, as Peter and him sat across from me. Remus planted himself in his usual seat beside me, and I absentmindedly started picking feathers from his uniform.

"Whoever this guy is, I want to shake his hand," I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, there's a question! Why haven't you been pranked by Mr Sly Fox? You're practically a Marauder now."

I pushed down the pride of being called an actual Marauder and shrugged.

"I've never joined in any real pranks. Just silly traditions and stuff."

They nodded.

"You lot better hurry, it's nearly time for lesson. Oh, Prongs, did you remember your wand this time?"

"Yes, mum," he rolled his eyes as he retrieved it from his pocket (sending a few feathers falling along with it).

I shrugged. "I'm just saying, you looked a bit silly sitting around doing nothing while we all practised our fancy Patronuses."

"Wouldn't the plural be 'Patroni'?" Peter enquired.

"Maybe. But all that matters is Prongs looked silly."

"No one even summoned one, so it doesn't matter!"

"Yeah, but they got more practice than you so..."

"Well, why don't we have a little friendly competition?" James smirked, leaning forward. "Which ever one of us can summon a patronus first gets to make the other do anything?"

"So, when I win-"

"If you win."

"When I win," I continued, "I get to dare you to do anything? Like... let me do your makeup?"

"Exactly. But when I win, I can make you go on a date with someone."

I furrowed my brow, trying my hardest not to glance at Remus. "Who?"

He shrugged. "Oh, just someone I know, who fancies you. But they're a coward, so... deal?"

I hummed. "Deal. But, it has to be a proper corporeal patronus. You can't just make a little wisp and tell me your patronus is a worm."

He leaned back. "Okay. Deal."

He held out his hand, and I shook it without hesitation.

"Moony? You want to get in on this deal?" Prongs asked, arching one eyebrow.

He laughed. "Yeah, and end up having to let you two draw on my face or something? No thanks!"

"Ugh, boring!" James remarked, rolling his eyes (which lead to him spotting yet another feather clinging to his hair).

"Alright. Hurry up, anyway, because I'm ready to go."

The two rushed through breakfast, saying goodbye to their friends.