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the prettiest person

"...and then he was all like, 'yeah, but you're the prettiest person in the world', and I was still mad so I said 'even prettier than Sirius?', and do you know what that little fucker said?"

Remus yawned. "Excuse me. What did he say?"

Lily slammed the table. "He said yes!"

What? "What?"

"I know!" Lily yelled, flopping backwards and scowling. "Like, Jimmy, no, nobody is prettier than Sirius, don't fucking lie you asshole."

"Wait, so..." Remus stared at her. "You're mad at him because he said you were prettier than Sirius?"

"I mean, fucking duh, dude."

"Oh."

A moment of silence. They glanced at each other and started to snigger.

"Well, I think you should give him a kiss later."

Smiling slyly, Lily nodded. "Oh, I will."

They were sitting side by side on a sofa in the common room, where people were chatting quietly in little huddled groups. The soft murmur of nonsense was low and warm, lying beneath the sleepy haze that accompanied the end of a school day. 

It was only them. Sirius, James and Peter were in detention, due to a prank that had gone a teensy bit wrong. Although technically it had been Remus' idea - he was just clever enough to leave early.

Remus turned back to his maths homework, and Lily tapped away at her phone.

But Remus was bored. Maths was boring.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Hm? Oh, just writing."

"Writing... what?"

No reply. And then Remus realised. "Are you on Wattpad again?"

"Never left, my guy."

"Christ Almighty," he groaned. "What ship are you writing about this time?"

Lily turned a little pink. "Oh, no fandom, exactly..."

"You're making me nervous."

A breathy giggle. "Y-yeah, you should be."

Remus gave her a concerned look, but chose to let it slide. There were currently more pressing things to think of.

Such as the fact that Sirius had been wearing a black lace choker today.

Yeah, that was a good thing to think about.

Something he didn't want to think about, however, was how much he wanted to tell Sirius what had actually happened. Remus was very happy and very relieved that they were friends again. It was just like it used to be.

But Remus wanted so much more. He wanted to hold Sirius' hand and kiss his knuckles. He wanted to sing for him and kiss his nose. There were things he needed to tell Sirius, things he needed to hear, thing he needed to do.

Remus wanted to be with Sirius, every day, every second, but the fact was that he had fucked up. Big time.

And he was just going to have to forget him now, because otherwise he wouldn't be able to cope with existence.

"What are you thinking about?"

Remus shook himself. "Lace."

A pause. "Lace."

"Yeah, lace."

"You're thinking about lace."

"Yes. Lace."