Remus POV
Trying to do my History of Magic homework, going over the notes I did in class, writing something (god knows what) on the parchment.
I'm not paying much attention to be honest. Wonder why Bogrod the Bearded was called that. Surely he couldn't have been the only goblin with a beard and who's name begins with a B.
Mabrad the Mustached
I write down absent mindedly. Now I'm just creating goblin names, it's definitely too late to be awake right now.
Dedlig the dumb
Paul the perv
Sasskitty the Spontaneous.
I giggle at myself at that last one. Oh god I'm giggling at Goblin names. I really have been awake for far too long.
The sky outside it velvety black. I can see the stars clearly. I abandon my list of glorious creativity and go to the window, see the countless stars and constellations littering the universe above.
I find the Dog Star almost immediately out of habit. Sirius. Sirius Black, my best friend, of whom I have hardly any chance with at all. First of all I am a werewolf. Second of all, I'm... Well... me. Pathetic fourteen year old giggling at my History of Magic homework at about midnight, sitting alone in the library reading a book, wearing ugly oversized home-knitted Christmas jumpers throughout the year.
A daredevil on the Quidditch team, wearing leather jackets and such a goddamn glorious head of hair you just want to run your fingers through all the time DOES NOT, i repeat, DOES NOT want anything to do with me.
Well, that might be a little bit far, he did after all become an animagus for me, and is, like I said, my best friend, but never mind.
Wow, I just realised how cliché my situation is right now, anyways.
I'll get over him eventually. Maybe.
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FanfictionHarry Potter related stuff, Hogwarts houses as, aesthetic moodboards, random little Oneshots etc Whenever I just feel inspired and or have a random idea this is where I will put it, enjoy!!
