"I'm not that dumb."
The sandy haired and rosy cheeked Remus Lupin let out a loud "Ha!" at his friend's statement.
"You wish you weren't that dumb, James," a pale, black haired Sirius Black joked to the bespectacled James Potter. James gave a perfectly practiced pout, but grinned, nevertheless.
"I don't think you're dumb, James," the youngest, and most likely timidest of the four, Peter Perrigrew spoke quietly, a slight frown at the corners of his mouth. Sirius rolled his eyes, smirking, while James gave a appreciative look to Peter.
"Thanks, Pete. 'Preciate it," he said, patting his friend on the shoulder, and in turn, flipping off the other two boys present.
"Least someone is nice to me."
"Piss off it, mate. You know your mother loves you, too."
"Oh, har har," James stuck his tongue out at Sirius, who, as Remus was, doubled over laughing at the sorry excuse of an attempt at a joke. Remus collected himself, sitting up and checking his watch.
"Right, mates. It's gettin' to be a bit late, and I'm not going to listen to Sirius whine in the morning about how early it is. I'd like to get ready for the gig peacefully, if you don't mind," he said, shooting a glare in Sirius' direction.
"I do not whine," Sirius huffed.
"Oh yes you do," Remus retaliated as James nodded in agreement. Remus stood up, and motioned for the other boys to get up and get ready for bed. He walked to the roomed he claimed as his the first day they bought their flat, and James and Peter tailed close behind him. Sirius begrudgingly moved from his spot on the floor a few moments thereafter, and made his way to the room he shared with James.
"Get some sleep, all of you," Remus called from his room. "I don't want James' mum on my arse again because the first, 'Why don't you all go to bed? Do you ever sleep?' was understandable, but after the third time it gets old," he finished and made his way to his bed after shutting his door. He heard Sirius and James laughing about something during the process of changing into his pyjamas and climbing into bed. Resting his head on the soft, slightly yellowing pillow, he fell asleep instantly, quite content.
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Remus Lupin ~ 25 years of age, bass player in the "punk rock" band, The Maraudrs, but can play a plethora of instruements. Goes on high/drunken lectures about his favorite girl often. Enjoys singing about said girl and describing colours without saying the colour in poems. Loves life, man. Minus the girl not loving him back.
James Potter ~ 24 years of age, drummer in The Maraudrs, but can also play the violin extremely well. Doesn't mind drinking. Has a cute little Irish accent (aw how smol). Loves English Breakfast tea in particular, and a special red-headed lady.
Sirius Black ~ 24 years of age, especially good looking lead singer in The Maraudrs, but, like Remus, can play many instruments. Prefers cigarettes and wine over anything else (how aesthetic, right?). Swears more than James' mother would like. Has surprisingly only had sex with one person. (It was Remus if you were wondering).
Peter Pettigrew ~ 23 years of age, smol and v talented guitarist in The Maraudrs. Refuses to do anything "impure" (on his mother's orders), which is hard to do with his band mates being around him lots. Loves them anyways. Isn't looking for a relationship, but wouldn't mind a dog or two for company. Adores Scotland's architecture.
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•well, hello hello.
thought this was due to be written and i finally have :-)
i hope you'll like where it's going :-)
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beautiful - r.lupin
Fanfiction"she's not beautiful, she's death." "no, she's perfect." {remus lupin tries to get the girl that is so far over the mountain in thoughts of boys all the while drowning in his thoughts of her //dedicated to @princessIeia, ty for the idea