Scarves N Hats: Days 14-17

[melayneseahawk]

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prompt for Day 14
The Charm of Gloves | Day 14 | G | 434 words

Remus owned two pairs of gloves: a pair of thin, silvery-grey ones that were enchanted to fit his hands like a second skin, and a pair of thick red ones that his mother had knit for him in honor of his getting into Gryffindor the previous year. The grey ones he took off only to eat, sleep, and wash, and the red would be layered on top when he went outside. The red ones had holes in the tips of a few of the fingers, but Remus knew they could last him one more year if he needed them to, especially after he mastered a spell to patch the holes.

From mid-autumn to early spring, Remus wore gloves almost all the time. He labeled his poor circulation another drawback of being a werewolf, though a minor one, even if icy fingers were a good way to get back at his fellow Marauders. They had no idea about the lycanthropy, of course, and hopefully never would, but they were already well-aware that Remus' chilly fingers could be deadly.
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"Merlin's beard!" Remus said again, digging through his trunk for the third time. "Where are my gloves?"

"The red ones are in your coat," Sirius said, pulling them out and showing them to Remus. He was the only other boy in the room; Peter and James had gone exploring, hoping to add a few more secret passages to the map the four were making, and they were going to meet over an early lunch.

"No, the grey ones," he replied, watching Sirius put the red ones away. "They were right here on the dresser, I only put them down for a minute." He rubbed his already frigid fingers together, willing them not to turn blue and make matters worse.

"Well, we're going to be late to meet the others," Sirius said. Thinking for a moment, he pulled Remus' red gloves from his coat and slid them onto the other boy's icy hands. Wrapping his hands around Remus', he cast a warming charm on the gloves; they'd figured out early on that most spells just didn't stick to Remus for some strange reason. "That should keep you until after lunch, and then we can all help look." Remus smiled gratefully and the pair hurried down to the Great Hall.

They found Remus' gloves the following morning, of course, when a recalcitrant house elf delivered them to Remus' frigid hands as an apology ("Only wanted t'clean'm, Master Remus..."). But Sirius cast a warming charm on them on their way out to breakfast that morning, and every morning after.

prompt for Day 15
Remembering: Dog in Leaves | Day 15 | G | 169 words

He spread the photo album in his lap, hyper-aware of the ghost of a man leaning over his shoulder. He turned the pages slowly, revealing a strange amalgamation of Muggle and wizarding photographs: four boys, a castle, a dog and a rat and a stag, seven years of pranks and three more of life during wartime. He had made the album after that fateful day in early November, when his world was turned upside down for the second time in as many weeks. It didn’t hurt the same way as it had then, but it hurt just as much.

The last picture was a still of a black dog in a pile of leaves, only its head visible. The two men stared at it for a long moment, and then the one with the album stood. "I don't care what Dumbledore says, I'm taking Snuffles for a walk." The other man smiled and followed, man changing into dog as he leapt from the window seat and onto the floor.

prompt for Day 16
Chocolate and Conkers | Day 16 | G | 100 words

Remus could practically hear the sounds of phantom conkers games from the grounds below and sighed, leaning back against the pillows and closing his eyes. “Oi, Moony, budge over,” a voice said, and Remus looked up to see Sirius standing over him with chocolate in hand.

Sirius grinned at Remus’ surprised look. “Thought you’d want something sweet after the bad moon last night,” he said, waving the chocolate bar and sitting next to Remus. “And before you ask, conkers aren’t as important as a mate with a furry little problem, you know?” Remus smiled and took a bite of chocolate.

prompt for Day 17
Summer Kisses | Day 17 | PG | 177 words

Sirius watched the leaves float by the tower window, curled up in a window niche with a scarf the color of leaves around his neck. Summer was almost two months gone, but Sirius was still caught up in memories.

It had been the first summer away from the hellhole he’d called home for 16 years, the first summer he’d had Marauders to spend time with, a boyfriend to kiss and a place he felt he belonged. Sirius had come to hate summer, but this one had been far better than bearable.

A shadow fell over Sirius and he looked up. Remus was smiling down at him, and eyebrow cocked. “Cold?” he asked, tugging on a corner of Sirius’ school scarf. “Budge over.”

Sirius squeezed over enough that Remus could slide into the niche behind him. “Just remembering,” he said, leaning back into Remus’ embrace and playing with his gloved hands. “I miss the summer, you know.”

Remus smiled silently and kissed him like they had over the summer and Sirius decided that autumn had its charms, too.

Feedback is better than chocolate.

Comments

[kashmir-ki-kali.livejournal.com]

The romantic fool in me applauds. ^_^

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Heh. Thanks, chica.

[superboner.livejournal.com]

i simply ADORE that icon. *hugs* and good luck in nano! i've only managed it once, but there's no way i'm doing it this year after the hell october has been. love ya! &hearts

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I still have nothing to write, so I'm a bit worried.