Carve Me Open / r.l. + s.b. /

Just You, Me, and Our Imaginations

"love at its purest form

is unconditional."-via Celine Zabad

Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content
Edits Completed as of March 18, 2022

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Lupin Cottage, July 1977

By some miracle, all four Marauders were able to fit into Remus's bedroom. There was, however, very little room to spare. They insisted it wasn't a problem, that they'd become accustomed to the tight quarters after all those nights slipping down into the kitchens under the cover of the cloak. They'd become familiar with shoving themselves into broom closets to avoid Filch or Minnie, or Remus being pushed into small corridor nooks to cuddle Sirius in the middle of his rounds. In fact, given the nature of their conversation, they stated that they loved the tight proximity. They were used to it, but that didn't keep Remus's insecurities from exploding in his face.

James' room was the size of a Hogwarts classroom. There were Quidditch trinkets on every available surface, wide gallery windows that let in the sunshine on summer mornings, and a massive fireplace to keep him warm in the winter. He had autographed brooms, toys he hadn't played with in years, and a million other oddities that made James's room, well, James's room.

Remus had never seen Sirius' chamber at Grimmauld Place, but he believed it to be as opulent and magnificent as the wizard himself. He could see the Muggle and Wizarding posters, as well as the limited-edition art supplies, spread around the carpet. He could see the relics that his uncle had been giving him since the incident with his cousin, Bella. There would be old canvases of his on the wall, ready for his critical eye and narcissistic adulation. His broom, which he only used to amuse James when he was in a good mood.

Peter's chamber was smaller than Sirius' or James', but it was still significantly different from Remus'. He, like Remus, took a more Muggle approach to décor than the rest of them. He figured he and Peter got along because they had similar upbringings - Muggle family backgrounds. They had matching band flyers and supported the same national teams. Indeed, they probably got on better, even if Remus was still a little behind Peter. They were connected since none of them came from money and neither of them was as well-known as the Potters or the Blacks. To put it simply, they were unimpressive. There isn't much to compare it to.

Despite the Marauders' millions of denials, Remus couldn't help but feel a little sheepish about his own quarters. James and Sirius were taken with it, ignoring the fact that they'd never seen half of the Muggle-related objects Remus possessed, including a television, a digital alarm clock, a radio, and his Walkman.

James pointed, "Who is he?"

Remus looked up at the Queen poster. Well, it was more like a Freddie Mercury poster now that he looked at it.

"He's a singer," he informed them. "Really popular among Muggles."

Sirius's eyebrows knitted together tightly, "What on God's green earth is he wearing?"

Remus couldn't help but snicker if he was referring to Mercury's shimmering spandex leotard. Even though he tried to be a macho-libre, Sirius undoubtedly admired Mercury's outfit more than he did his own. Sirius was just crazy like that. He was outrageously vibrant and extravagant, and he enjoyed dazzling hues like fluorescent pink and scintillating silver. Remus was confident that if he informed Sirius the name of the outfit, he'd be wearing it around Hogwarts in a month.

Remus, against his better judgment – more like he wanted to laugh his arse off at Sirius twirling about in a sparkly leotard – murmured wistfully, "It's known as a leotard. Nowadays, everyone wears them. It helps them to dance and exercise."