melayneseahawk . Scarves N Hats: Days 25-28

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prompt for Day 25
A Howl on the Wind | Day 25 | G | 100 words

"There it is again," Sirius said, looking up from his Transfiguration notes. He'd been copying them for Remus, who was away for a few days this month. Like every month, Sirius thought to himself.

"What?" James asked, wiping inky fingers on his robes.

"That," Sirius said, as the quiet night outside the Common Room window was broken by the howl of a wolf.

"The werewolf?" Peter asked, and the other two stared at him. "What? It is!"

"Hadn't thought of that," Sirius said thoughtfully, putting down his quill. "Can you finish copying this? I have to go to the library."

propmt for Day 26
Sunny With No Chance of Storms | Day 26 | PG | 178 words

They had been on the motorbike, flying from Hogsmeade to London, when the storm blew in. It had been a deliciously cool, sunny autumn day, and Sirius had been looking forward to getting back to the flat before dusk. When the drizzle started, he called back for Remus to hold on tight and kept going, though after half an hour he was forced to get down out of the sky due to the wind.

They continued down the road for a few more kilometres before Remus insisted they pull over –- "I'm cold, Pads, and there's a barn right there." They couldn't just Apparate back, not with the wards on the flat and the bike in tow, so they settled down in the hay for the night. Remus curled up against Sirius’ chest, and even though they were wet and rather cold, Sirius couldn't complain too much.

(The next morning, however, when Remus said that they should have just made the bike into a Portkey, Sirius would have happily strangled his lover. He settled on kissing him senseless instead.)

prompt for Day 27
Revelation (a continuation of Day 25) | Day 27 | G | 100 words

They were running late for Herbology; a prank had taken longer than they'd expected, and Sirius and Remus ran through the castle, taking all available shortcuts. When they were within sight of the greenhouses, Sirius pulled Remus behind a tree.

"We know what you are," he said, demeanor serious. "Figured it out after the last full moon."

Remus' mouth worked silently for a moment and then he closed it, looking at Sirius with a helpess expression. Sirius smiled, and Remus relaxed. "You forgot this," he said, pulling Remus' scarf from his bag and wrapping it around Remus' neck. "Let's go."

prompt for Day 28
The leaves must turn
The wind must blow
The heart must learn
When it's time for the heart to let go
But when I think of you
My heart knows why
I don't know how to say goodbye
- Linda Eder, “I Don't Know How to Say Goodbye”
I Don't Know How to Say Goodbye | Day 28 | PG | 270 words

Remus wrapped his hands tighter around the mug of cider, looking out the window alone rather than mingling with the rest of the Order after the meeting. Molly had made her famous mulled cider, and Remus could taste the cinnamon, cloves, and star anise as the flavors exploded on his tongue. He savored them, knowing it would be the last time for a while.

This was Remus' last Order meeting before he went fully under cover until the spring, but he didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want to hear their wishes for good luck and their advice. What did they know about werewolves, about surviving in a pack, about giving up everything he believed in to be a spy for the Order?

He couldn't understand, either, how they could stand to be in this house. It was Harry's now, surely, but it was still the house that had killed Sirius as much as that damned curtain. Sirius Black was one of the best wizards of their age, but he had been cheated again and again. Remus hid behind the anger, because he didn't think he could face the tears.

Remus finished his cider and detoured past the kitchen to deposit the mug before leaving. He didn't say goodbye to anyone as he left, but he did notice Tonks watching him. He couldn't imagine why, but it didn't matter. He left the cruel old house and hurried down the street. If he didn't say goodbye, he wasn't allowed to leave for good, he thought with childlike logic. Which was, of course, why Sirius couldn't be gone for good, either.

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