B L O O D Y
"You look different," Lily Evans bluntly noted that evening when Freya and Remus arrived in the Great Hall at their house's table.
Mary Macdonald beat anyone else at the table to reply with a supportive smile, "I like the new look, Freya."
Lily exchanged a knowing glance with Remus before he broke it off and looked down at the tray of rolls in front of him. Sure, Freya did look stunning compared to the pure beauty she normally gave off, yet somehow he was given the impression that this wasn't truly Freya. And there was no way he would encourage any behavior that wasn't her own.
"This isn't for Sirius is it?" Lily questioned quietly.
Freya shrugged, "Honestly, at first it was, but now I like this look. It's grown on me I suppose."
Remus simply stared at his plate. He'd rather look at the food that he knew he couldn't eat (his appetite had been lost due to recent events) than at the scene unfolding before him. Mary's actions changed from giggles to nudges on Freya's shoulder as none on than Sirius Black sat next to the leather jacket clad girl.
"Sirius," Freya said smoothly from behind her mug of butterbeer. Sirius didn't respond but merrily smiled at her as if that was enough of a reply. If Remus had been in that situation, he wouldn't have been able to stop the words slipping out of his mouth. Freya would've gotten way more than a smirk, or even a simple hey back from him. He would've complimented her or asked her how her day had been.
He had it bad.
This combined with the feeling he always had when the night of the full moon neared was what sat him over the edge. One minute he was nonchalantly stabbing a piece of chicken with the back of his fork and the next he had stormed from the Great Hall.
Suddenly, the tall boy had found himself in the boy's restroom nearest to the Hall. Palms pressed against the cold sink as Remus struggled to catch his breath. The familiar feeling of anger crept through his chest, as if the full moon had changed him early. A knot rose in his throat, and angry tears threatened to pour from his eyes.
Suddenly, Remus's fist met the wall with rage. Perhaps he thought that this would satisfy the violent animal that seemed to have crawled up his throat. But it didn't.
Remus had been there for her since the end of first year. Through her nerdy stage where she was in the process of finding herself. Sirius had been there but in a different sense. Hadn't he said that he didn't want to ruin the two's friendship last year when Freya had advanced on him? Then why was the boy eyeing her up at dinner?
"Remus, you're bleeding," said a squeaky voice from behind him. Peter Pettigrew. The small boy must've followed him from the Hall.
"I've been worse," Remus grumbled. His friend waved him forward.
Peter led the way through the twisted corridors of Hogwarts Castle. Remus followed quietly. His brain was too overpacked with jealous thoughts to say anything of interest. His emotions had consumed him. Suddenly, they arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait. The painted woman stared at his hand with disapproval.
Remus climbed the stairs to the Marauder's dormitory without so much as one comment in explanation of his bleeding knuckles. Peter knew better to ask. If Remus had truly wanted him to know he would have mentioned it.
Instead of prying, Peter decided to take a different approach, "Do you need anything, mate?"
He'd been expecting his Remus's reply to be something like 'bandage' or 'wet cloth.' But instead the single word that slipped from his mouth was, "Vodka."
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