Wolfstar Oneshots For The Soul

'Good Grades Berate My Reputation'

Summary: Remus may or may not watch his room mate a little bit too closely, he may or may not have noticed that Sirius happens to never read any books that they're assigned, and he also may or may not have noticed that even if sirius can explain the concept perfectly he always gets bad marks on his essay's. Remus also may or may not be hopelessly in love with him.Sirius may or may not have dyslexia.

Pre-work Authors Note: i really don't like this one but i dont feel like orphaning it for some reason tbh.

Remus was in the common room sitting on the ground around the coffee table surrounded by his three best friends. He was proof reading James' essay and James was reading his.

"You spelt epiphany wrong" Remus pointed out. "It's with a ph not an f"
James nodded "thanks, also here you've got a comma splice, just by the way"
They always tried to explain the general corrections, it helped a lot. During first year their writing was a thousand times worse, just in general. Having someone helping you was always good.
"Peter you want me to check your's next?" James asked roughing up his hair.
"That'd be great" Peter smiled passing his paper to James, as James passed his to Remus.
"Sirius?" Remus asked placing James' paper down.
Sirius paused for a second and glanced down at his paper. "It's alright, mines perfect anyways" He smirked.
Remus cocked his eyebrow up with a 'seriously' face.
"I'm kidding, I'm editing right now" He laughed. Sirius however, was not editing. He was still writing. It was confusing, and Professor Binns requested cursive, because apparently it was a dying art. Sirius looked at all the fancy loops and they made him want to cry. He didn't even want to try to read-over what he'd written so far. The loops were confusing, they always appeared to be in different places, and the letters liked to switch around more when they were all connecting. Sirius ended up trying to read over what he'd already written, he gave up after staring at 'date' for five minutes trying to figure out if he'd mis-wrote, or mis-read it. Weather he was reading it correctly or had written it correctly and was reading it wrong, he was seeing 'bate'. He inhaled and glanced back down at the page.

"No offence Pete, but your essay's kind of all over the place" James said awkwardly. "I mean here your talking about Abigail Hobbs, and here you're talking about wendelin the weird, but then here you're talking about the author of the crucible, this doesn't make any sense." James was definitely trying to put it lightly.

Sirius sighed, he was always kind of jealous, because he wasn't just daft like Peter, he understood everything just find, and he knew what he wanted to write, but he just couldn't do it. He wondered if maybe it was like that for everyone else and he just was really bad at writing. He told his mum about it when he was eight, and she slapped him and told him to stop being lazy and just read like a normal kid.

"Then what is the essay meant to be on?" Peter asked in a slightly defensive tone.
"We're meant to be comparing the medieval reactions, Salem trials, and the modern stigmas around witches in the muggle community" Sirius shrugged. "It's not that hard Pete" He added running a hand through his hair, turning a couple of heads. "Mr. Binns always likes anecdotes, were you allowed around muggles as a kid Pete? Maybe just fuckin write about that. Sometimes I wonder if you ever stop to think, like do you ever use your brain?" Sirius new he was being mean but it felt good. He couldn't help it that part of himself hated Peter for being so god damn thick. He knew it wasn't Peter's fault, it just felt unfair. Peter looked down awkwardly.
"Sirius" James sighed in a motherly-warning voice.
"I'm just saying" Sirius shrugged returning to his essay.

Remus watched as Sirius furrowed his brow as he proofread. It was almost as if he'd written the title in Latin and realized he didn't even know the language. Remus could tell he was frustrated, he excessively bit his lip when he was frustrated. Maybe if Remus didn't sit with Lily in most of his classes he would've noticed that Sirius often got frustrated in class.

"Everything good?" Remus asked as James went over to help Pete re-start his whole essay.
"Yeah why?" Sirius asked sharply flipping his page away from Remus.
"You look concerned" Remus added.
"I don't get concerned Moony, I've got a reputation to protect you know" Sirius smirked playfully.
"Well you're studying right now that doesn't suit your little reputation does it?" Remus snickered.
"I'm not studying, I'm finishing homework the night before it's due at ten o clock, that sounds like it suits my reputation." Sirius shrugged dramatically flipping his hair.
"You do know it's eight and not ten right" Remus laughed.
"Moony, you ruin all my fun" He whined.
"You sure you don't want me to proofread your essay? I'm bored"
"I'm sorry, but you're bored and so you want to proofread an essay? How are we friends?" Sirius laughed.