#what's the word for a group of fumos?

[truckreincarnation]

Pound of Fluff || Trial 2

Everyone is yelling, everyone is threatening the king, but King Calum is utterly unmoved by their threats. What are they going to do to him? By the time they’re anywhere close to him, he’ll have them properly contained or crested, and it will be no problem. His problem now is that the pixie isn’t back yet with the girl.

“What is taking her so long?” he demands.

“She’s quite small, it takes her a while to get around,” Amber lies. And the king knows she is lying, because her precious little friend was famous for her speed. 

He huffs. “Get her down here already.”

“She’s almost here.”

“Then hurry her up!”

“One moment sir.”

There’s an odd energy between the two. Amber seems less scared and more irritated. It’s passive aggressive down to the bone. The exchange continues for a bit before Amber finally puts up a vine.

“Ah, Kali has returned. Behold, your Majesty, the culprit.”

Kali descends from the sky again, unlit, moving much more slowly than before. That fact can likely be attributed to her flammable cargo: her arms are wrapped around the Yuliya Fumo’s neck in a chokehold. “Blades still stained with the sacrifice’s blood, sir!” she announces, grinning smugly. “Weren’t for this gawping pillow, she’d still be alive. Glad you reminded us! Eye for an eye, that’s the motto I live by!“

“What is that?!” The king rages. “You were supposed to bring the Bound!”

“Unfortunately, we cannot do that.” Amber is all smiles as she explains. “You told us that no harm is to come to the Bound, so long as they are in our care, to avoid them deteriorating further. I believe this was in fact an Order.”

“And now I’m saying that they shall!”

“Unfortunately, the king’s word is absolute, even when it is the king objecting. Sadly, we can not execute a Bound.”

You can practically hear the king scowling. “Then bring the body!”

“By definition, a dead person can not be executed. As such, she is not eligible.”

“Then kill one of these fools.”

Here Amber takes a breath. “Is that really in your best interest, sir? Don’t you wish for the largest army possible? Killing one of them now will do nothing to strengthen the group.”

“I don’t-”

“And of course, if you admitted that you cared more about your entertainment than the war efforts, well, the council members there would be forced to declare you incompetent, wouldn’t they?” Amber’s voice grew sweeter and sweeter as she cornered the king.

“You…!”

“But, worry not. You shall have entertainment, and not a drop more blood will be spilled.” She reaches out to take the fumo from Kali. “Thank you, dear. Behold, your majesty, your pound of flesh. May her execution be enough to sate your bloodlust.”

Suddenly, laughter erupts from the other side of the magical connection. The council are intensely amused by this farce. You can almost hear the king flinching away.

“You…” he seethes. “Fine. Execute your doll. The next case had best offer up more than enough magical energy, tree, or I shall extract it from your core.” With that, the transmission is severed. You can feel the difference in the air. You’re still being watched, but it’s no longer a two way street. 

Amber seems to weaken a little, as soon as the call ends… “Miss Perry is not going to like what we’re about to do to her doll.”

Kali scoffs. “Course she won’t. But I’m sure she’ll agree: better this than one of her friends!” She turns, sweeping her gaze over the lot of you, arms and smirk both wide. “Don’t you think?” Alighting again on Amber’s shoulder, she looks immeasurably pleased with herself.

"Well, the doll should have thought of that before being weak enough to be caught for their murder. Unfortunately Perry chose a fool for a vaguely gay pillow choice. And that pillow will burn." Alvarie speaks clearly and coldly, eyes sharp and teeth as well.

#ch2 #trial2 #amber #kaliente #king calum iv

[namjoonxorg]

Fumos Duo

Masterlist || Accio L’Amour

The library was quiet, only the occasional flutter of pages filled the air, and you found yourself to be at ease for the first time in weeks. The amount of noise you were exposed to on the daily made you want to rip your ears off; as much as you loved the group of the seven rowdy boys, the brief break was urgently needed. 

You tapped your pen on your lip, chin resting in your free hand, as you thought; herbology hadn’t ever been your strongest suit, but you were finding this year much more challenging; maybe this would all come easier to you if you had been sorted into Ravenclaw.

Of course, it didn’t help that the current topic was the study of Mandrakes, a hell of a thing to study during second year, but you knew that you would’ve had trouble with any plant, not just the Mandrakes; you were sure that if the seven boys you associated yourself with didn’t make you lose your hearing, those pesky things would. 

“Y/N!” You jumped at the shout that occurred near your ear, harsh shushing of the librarian following, and turned to face Taehyung; he seemed to have completely ignored the scolding. You sighed lightly,

“You know, when I hide all the way in the back of library that usually means I don’t want to be bothered.” You set your pen down, chin still resting in the palm of your hand, and your eyes followed Taehyung as he sat down next to you. Your brows furrowed as he began pulling books out of his bag, covers worn and pages curled; of course he’d come to you for help with Defense Against the Dark Arts. 

You figured that Namjoon had most definitely tried to help, but the eight of you knew that you were the one to go to when it came to this kind of thing; potentially dark magic was the one thing you outranked the other Ravenclaw in, mostly chalking it up to your house. 

“I have no idea what I’m doing or what any of this means.” Taehyung looked down at you, finger pointing to Fumos Duo: a smokescreen spell used heavily in dueling. 

“Aren’t you a Ravenclaw, Taehyung?” You smiled lightly, words taunting him playfully as you crossed your arms. The Ravenclaw in question groaned loudly and set his head down on top of the open book with a soft noise, blowing a strand or two of curly hair out of his face, 

“I may be one, but DADA isn’t where my skill set naturally falls.” His voice came out muffled from where his face was pressed into the table; you found the situation quite amusing. You laughed silently, air coming from your noise as you looked at the other second year. Picking his head up from the table, Taehyung looked at you, hands moving as he spoke, “We can’t all be big, bad Slytherins, Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, corner of your mouth twitching slightly, before you turned to put your books away. Taehyung stared at you for a moment, watching you as you gently put papers and pens into your bag, before he grabbed your hand as you began to leave your seat,

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean that.” His eyes were wide as he spoke, “I’ll do you herbology work for a week if you help me with this. You aren’t a big, bad Slytherin, I promise.” You stared at him for a moment before you began laughing. Taehyung stared at you, blinking, as you tried to collect yourself, 

“We can’t practice in here, you git.” He blinked again, mouth parting slightly, “Pince would have our heads.” One corner of your mouth upturned as you spoke and the Ravenclaw rushed to put his things away as you started walking towards the library atrium; Taehyung’s footsteps caught up to you after a moment, hurried steps slowing as he reached your side. 

You stopped abruptly and turned to look at the boy, “And I am a big, bad Slytherin.” You rolled your eyes, “I also don’t trust you to do my herbology work, god knows you and Namjoon would cause my work to spontaneously combust.” You tilted your head towards the exit before continuing on your way, Taehyung practically bouncing down the hall next to you as he spoke about those pesky mandrakes. 

#bts #bts written fic #bts ficlet #bts fic #bts hogwarts au #bts harry potter au #bts wizard au #ravenclaw kim taehyung #kim taehyung #slytherin reader #taehyung

[qinghe-nie]

80. Act 19: Worried, Part 2

Wei WuXian said, “The heck are you all looking at? Even if you stare at me with the force of a thousand men, it’s not like a single hole is going to show up on my body.”

Everyone had held their breaths in anticipation of his retaliation, but in the end, all he did was say those thoughtless, shameless, child-like phrases. It was like using a heavy punch to punch cotton or using a strong kick to hit the air. Everyone’s expressions were dark and it was like their bodies were sapped of all their strength (like everyone’s groaning internally and their shoulders are sagging because it was so anticlimactic). Wei WuXian continued, “Why are you all looking at me with that kind of look? Am I not telling the truth? Right now inside Fumo Temple, there’s only two groups of people who still have their spiritual energy. Hanguang-jun and I make up the first group, and the bunch of youngsters who had been abducted here several days ago make up the second group. It wouldn’t make sense for me to render everyone else helpless except for them. If I really wanted to do anything towards you all, could these youngsters really stop me?”

Su She harrumphed. “Stop with the worthless words. If you wanted to kill someone, you would kill them. It seems like whoever speaks up here is painted as unheroic, so don’t expect anyone to fawn over you.”

When he said those words, many people started grumbling inside their minds. Among the thousands present here, there were only twenty or so people who had real animosity towards Wei WuXian. Everyone else showed up because they heard that there was going to be an expedition to besiege Luanzang Mound, so they signed up without thinking. You could say they were just random strangers. These strangers had no wish to receive the same treatment as people who had a grudge against Wei WuXian.

Wei WuXian replied, “That’s right. Since none of you have any strength left, I can kill whoever I want, or not kill whoever I want. Did you really need to butt in? Oh, that’s right – sorry, I don’t remember your name. Can I ask you who you are?”

Su She: “…”

Wei WuXian knew that Su She thought highly of himself and hated it when people ignored him or forgot his name, so he purposefully asked him who he was. As it turned out, the blue veins in Su She’s forehead popped, and the corners of his lips twitched. “…I just don’t believe that the person next to you never told you who I was. Hanguang-jun, since the Yiling Patriarch can be considered your co-conspirator, are you willing to just let him tarnish your reputation by being so rude like that?”

Lan WangJi was used to pretending like he had never heard anything, so he continued to play his zither without looking up. Wei WuXian said in a surprised tone, “Why would Hanguang-jun bring up the topic of you? Oh look, not only does this guy (Su She) still have high aspirations for himself, but he has a big ego, too. If you want to talk about rudeness, wouldn’t interrupting me randomly whenever I talk be considered the ruder action? What was I saying earlier? Oh right, spiritual energies. It seems like only two groups still have their spiritual energies intact. But I believe that, in reality, there are three groups. This third group should be the ones living in the shadows and interfering in secret, causing everyone’s spiritual energies to go out of whack. Right now they should be pretty close by, spying on us and waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

Cultivators of all ages couldn’t help but be affected by his words. They couldn’t hold themselves back and started sweeping their gazes all around the temple, as if there actually were pairs of eyes hidden in the darkest depths of the temple watching their unfortunate selves, ready to attack at any moment. Upon seeing this, Su She said, “Leading people astray with lies yet again!”

Wei WuXian ignored him and continued his analysis. “This group of youngsters was abducted several days earlier, so their arrival time was staggered from yours. Hanguang-jun and I used a different road up the mountain, so our arrival route was different. Therefore, if there’s a third of people, they must have set a trap in between when you congregated at Yiling and when you ascended Luanzang Mound. And it’s quite likely that they’re amongst you right now…”

Su She shouted, “Enough! What third group? Just what kind of fabricated nonsense are you spewing? You think you can let everyone know about all the good things you did by doing that? Even if there was a third group like you said, the Qiongqi Road massacre, the blood-soaked Nightless City, and all the other blood debts you’ve accumulated cannot be –“

Suddenly, his mouth quickly closed and his expression twisted.

Wei WuXian taunted, “Go on. Why can’t you finish?”

The MolingSu sect disciples stood up one after the other. “Clan leader!” “Clan leader, what’s wrong?!”

Su She shook off the disciples coming to support him. He raised his arm, pointed at Wei WuXian, then at Lan WangJi. The disciple closest to him angrily shouted, “Wei WuXian, what kind of devilish magic did you cast?!”

Lan SiZhui said, “It’s not any kind of devilish magic! It’s… it’s…”

Lan WangJi had his right hand pressed down flat against the seven strings of his zither, stopping them from trembling. The overexcited disciples that had been talking amongst themselves turned silent, like ducks with hands clenched around their necks.

The Lan clan members present at the scene all thought: this is the GusuLan sect’s Silencing Technique…

After the previously clamorous Fumo Temple had finally calmed down, Lan WangJi turned to Wei WuXian and said, “Continue.”

Su She’s eyes spoke of his overflowing rage, but his lips were stuck together and his throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire. Since he couldn’t open his mouth and attack Wei WuXian’s speculations, he could only let his mind burn as he suffered under Lan WangJi’s humiliation. He repeatedly scratched at his own throat with his fingers in an attempt to get rid of the spell, to no avail. He had no choice but to look towards Lan QiRen. Yet Lan QiRen’s expression was cold; he stood firm, not even glancing at Su She. Lan QiRen could definitely remove the spell, and if one of the Lan clan seniors removed it and showed their respect for Su She, Lan WangJi would definitely not try it on him again. But when the MolingSu sect separated itself from the GusuLan sect, the two clans accumulated much rancor between them. As such, Lan QiRen had zero thoughts of removing the spell.

Everyone else kept silent out of fear, for they saw that Lan WangJi would seal the mouths of whoever tried to argue with Wei WuXian. Of course, there was always a brave warrior who was unafraid of death who would speak up in times like these. Someone sneered, “Wei WuXian, you’re really worthy of being called the Yiling Patriarch, aren’t you? How tyrannical, not letting others speak at a time like this!”

Wei WuXian replied, “Please examine your actions. If you can bear to examine yourselves, you’ll discover that it’s not me refusing to let others speak, but rather you guys refusing to let me speak. The moment I open my mouth, there’s immediately countless others opening their mouths and telling me to shut my mouth. Unfortunately, I have no intentions of shutting my mouth, so I have no other choice but to make everyone else shut theirs. Otherwise, no one would listen to my calm speech, so what other choice did I have?”

He pointed at Su She. “For example, this… this guy. Sorry, I still don’t remember your name. How strange – ever since we were all outside, he’s been continuously getting in my way, not letting me explain myself, not letting me ask questions, not letting me help you guys determine what happened, and not letting me figure out the truth. Not only did he want to shut me up, he also kept reminding you all that I’m your enemy. He was so scared of having you guys refusing to throw away your lives and living a moment longer – what kind of reasoning is that? What kind of ally does that?”

Previously, the MolingSu sect leader refused to talk much or expose his feelings in order to give off the appearance that he was a noble and clean-living man. In other words, he liked to imitate Lan WangJi’s every move. After this fact was brought up by Wei WuXian, many people that had acquainted themselves with Su She began to have suspicion growing in their hearts: Clan Leader Su did seem to talk a bit too much today. Of course, since no one else declared their position on the matter, they didn’t either. Prudently, they all kept silent.

“Since no one’s saying anything, I’ll continue. People will never lose their spiritual energy for no reason. There’s always a reason behind it. Therefore, when you were ascending up Luanzang Mound, you must have all come into contact with the same object or experienced the same event. Can anyone remember what this object or event might have been?”

Absolute silence. A while later, someone blankly said, “…Come into contact with the same object? Experienced the same event? While we were making our way up Luanzang Mound, I think we all drank the same water? Ay, I can’t remember. I don’t know.”

Upon hearing this voice, everyone had the same thought: “Him again!”

Who else would refuse to keep silent at a time like this and get in the way of letting Wei WuXian do whatever he wants and think whatever he wants? Only that ‘know-nothing’ Nie HuaiSang.

Someone couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, “No one drank any water en route up the mountain! Who would dare drink the water on this corpse mountain?!”

Nie HuaiSang blindly guessed again, “Then could we all have breathed in the same fog?”

There was a lot of fog up on Luanzang Mound. If there was something wrong with the fog, then that would explain it. Immediately someone agreed, “Possibly!”

Shortly after, Jin Ling replied, “No. The fog is the strongest at the summit, but we still haven’t lost our spiritual energy despite having been up here for two days.”

Wei WuXian mused, “It wasn’t the food, and it wasn’t the feng shui. You guys seem to have forgotten another thing that you all participated in after you started ascending the mountain.”

Lan QiRen asked, “What?”

“Kill walking corpses.”

One youngster blurted out, “Ah, could it be just like that time at Yicheng, where those walking corpses had some corpse-poison powder or whatever inside them?! Dad, did any strange powder spray out of the corpses while you were killing them?”

His father said, “No powder, none!”

The youngster refused to give up and asked, “Then… what about any liquids?”

Jiang Cheng coldly said, “Enough. If any sort of strange powder of liquid sprayed out after killing those walking corpses, there’s no way that all of us would have missed it.”

The youngster who had believed that he was on to something turned red in the face and began scratching his face and playing with his ears in humiliation. His father pulled his previously-excited son back down to sit on the ground. Wei WuXian said, “It actually does have something to do with killing walking corpses. Although, the problem isn’t coming from the bodies of the walking corpses, but rather the bodies of the people killing them.”

He turned towards Lan QiRen and asked, “Senior Lan, I’d like to ask you a question.”

Apathetically, Lan QiRen replied, “Why are you going to me with your questions instead of him?”

Although Lan QiRen was old fashioned, he wasn’t impertinent, so he could stand to listen to Wei WuXian for so long. However, his expression was really ugly. Wei WuXian, who had seen that expression used on him ever since he was a child by Lan QiRen and countless other people, had already gotten used to ignoring it. He remembered that this was Lan WangJi’s uncle and teacher, who had raised Lan WangJi from a child, and felt like there was no good reason for him to be angry. He stroked his chin and smiled. “I was afraid that I was asking him too many questions in front of your (the formal you is used here) face, so why do you have to get mad? Although, since you’re already telling me to ask him, I’ll just ask him, ha. Lan Zhan.”

“…Hm?”

“The MolingSu sect was splintered off from the GusuLan sect, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Even though they splintered off, the MolingSu sect’s style still ‘borrows’ a lot from the GusuLan sect, right?”

“Right.”

“The GusuLan sect’s secret code, the Pozhang Sound, has the ability to exorcise and drive out demons. The seven-string zither is the best instrument for playing the Pozhang Sound, so there’s a lot of zither-playing cultivators in the sect. The MolingSu sect followed suit, so their clan is full of zither-playing cultivators too, correct?”

“Correct.”

“Although the MolingSu sect leader left the GusuLan sect to start his own sect, his own zither-playing skills aren’t the best. So the disciples he trains often make a lot of mistakes, right?”

Lan WangJi calmly replied, “Right.”

The thousand people inside Fumo Temple all stared at the two men sitting on top of the steps, echoing each other as they mocked Su She. They then stole a look over at Su She, with his ashen expression. Although they all thought that Wei WuXian was using some harsh and negative language, they also felt like he was speaking the truth. Since Su She had previously been ineffable, haughty, and cold, he had already pissed off many other clan leaders. Right now, they couldn’t help but feel some ill-timed schadenfreude as they watched his mask being ripped off and stomped on in this critical, life-or-death situation.

Lan SiZhui thought it was rather strange. Secretly, he thought, “Hanguang-jun never liked humiliating others in public. Although seeing this Clan Leader Su so embarrassed makes me pretty – errrm, but why isn’t Hanguang-jun taking others’ emotions into consideration today?”

Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi traded questions and answers as if no one else was there. The more and more people listened, the more they realized that the two of them weren’t simply mocking Su She, but were rather conducting a thorough investigation. As such, they began to listen more closely to what they were saying. Next, Wei WuXian slowly said, “…So in other words, even if the MolingSu sect had played some battle melodies wrong during the ascent up Luanzang Mound, the GusuLan sect wouldn’t think much was wrong. They would only think that the MolingSu disciples weren’t too skilled and remembered the scores wrong, and they wouldn’t pay much attention to whether the MolingSu disciples had played the wrong notes on purpose or not, is that right?”

Upon hearing this line of questioning, Su She’s pupils constricted. The veins on the hand that was on his sword’s hilt popped, and the blade itself was pulled out of its scabbard by half a cun.

Lan WangJi, calm and collected as ever, lifted his gaze. He and Wei WuXian locked eyes and they both saw the faint understanding in each other’s eyes.

Lan WangJi responded, “Precisely.”

#mod nie translations

[azkabcn-archive]

As All is Well, a Wolfstar fanfiction; Part 1/1

The Gryffindor common room was oddly quiet for seven o'clock on a Saturday evening. The buzz that normally occupied the room was non-existent: from my place on the couch all I could hear in place of the mindless chatter was James and Peter arguing about their Charms homework, Robert Ellison telling Jefferson Franklin about his mother's career as Beater for a Quidditch team, and a few first-years that I didn't know wondering whether Professor McGonagall would give them detention if their Transfiguration essay was four inches short.

I paid no attention to any of them, instead letting my mind wander into more pleasurable territories. Territories that concerned a certain werewolf. My werewolf. I still couldn't figure out how we'd managed to keep our relationship from getting acknowledged beyond the Marauders and Lily. It had been a full six months (almost seven) and yet no one but the five of us knew about Remus Lupin and I.

The door to the boys' dorms swung open. The whole room shook as it banged shut, interrupting my thoughts. As it was probably just a fifth-year complaining about being overworked because of OWLs, I ignored it.

My plan to mind my own business was thwarted when something landed with a soft thud beside the sofa. I opened an eye and lifted my head a little to see Remus sitting on his haunches, staring ahead, his eyes flashing daggers.

I took an arm from under my head and wrapped it around his shoulders. He said nothing. I knew he wouldn't like me to make a scene in front of the first-years so I closed my eye and rested my head back on the armrest, my arm staying where I put it.

I could feel his shoulders heaving as he calmed himself, and whispered two words outside the earshot of everyone else: 'Come 'ere.' He complied, albeit silently, and lay next to me on the sofa, facing away from the rest of our peers. He tangled his legs in mine and rested his head on my chest. I moved my hand from his shoulder and threaded my fingers through his hair.

The room was plunged into a deafening silence, and I was painfully conscious of the fact that the awareness of the rest of the Gryffindors was on us. I focused solely on the man in my arms, listening as he spoke for the first time since entering the room. 'Pads,' sighed Remus.

'Moony,' I muttered softly.

He didn't speak for quite some time, so I chanced a glance around the room. James and Peter had the sense to at least look like they were giving us our privacy, although they had stopped arguing. Robert Ellison tapered out mid sentence and he, Franklin, and the first-years sat gawping at us. The room was not as empty as I'd made it out to be – a group of second-years had books open in front of them, clearly having been in the midst of reading. A group of sixth-years, fourth-years, and a few of our fellow seventh-years sat in the corner of the room, and at the tables, fifth-years studied for OWLs. Evidently, my ears hadn't picked up on the resounding noise.

I pulled my eyes back to Remus, whose tired eyes met mine. He pleaded silently, tears shining in the green eyes I'd got so used to. I ran my fingers through his hair, my heart breaking. What had happened?

'I tried,' he mumbled, his voice cracked and barely audible. 'I tried so hard.'

'What did you try, Moons?' I asked.

'It hurt. So much. I couldn't stop it from hurting.'

'Your scar?'

'I just—' And then he broke down into tears.

'Hey,' I whispered. 'Hey. Let's get out of here. We'll go back to the dorm and—'

'Not there!' he cried. 'No! Please, no!'

I backtracked instantly. 'Okay,' I breathed. 'Okay. Tell me where you want to go, love. I'll take you there.'

He didn't reply. I did a quick mental check: the full moon was a week ago. His tiredness and mental state was a given for now, but it shouldn't be this bad.

'Remus, we need to leave,' I repeated. 'You need fresh air.'

I realised he wasn't going to give me an answer so I sat up slowly. He sat back, not meeting my eyes. I got off the sofa, turning back to him so as to avoid looking at anyone else.

'Can you stand for me?' I asked, and even as I asked, I understood that he was far too weak to do so. His feet hit the ground and he sat on the sofa, slumped.

'No,' he whispered.

'Okay,' I told him gently. I held his right hand with mine and put my left around his waist. I pulled him up and slung his right arm over my shoulders, supporting most of his weight. I half walked, half dragged him out of the common room, helping him out of the portrait hole before climbing out myself.

I held him up again, walking along the corridor, ignoring the stares from the other students.

'Black,' I heard a voice say. I looked up to see Professor Slughorn peering down at us, his face set in an expression of concern.

'Yes, sir?' I asked.

'Take your young friend down to my classroom,' he told me. 'It'll be empty in there.'

'Thank you, sir,' I murmured gratefully, and walked on. 'Remus?' I said in alarm.

His eyes fluttered open. ''M here,' he mumbled.

'Stay with me, love. Slughorn's classroom isn't far from here.'

My brain whirred, trying to figure out what went wrong. Something to do with his body hurting and him not being able to stop it from hurting. But what?

We reached Slughorn's room and I opened the door, pulling Remus in after me. I sat him in the nearest chair and knelt in front of him. 'Remus?' He'd slumped sideways. 'Remus, hey. Look at me.'

'Wha— Here,' he mumbled, doing his best to sit up straight.

'I need you to tell me what happened, okay? I need to understand what's wrong.'

'My scar.' He half-heartedly scrambled for the parting of his robes, then stopped and turned his head to the door.

'I've got you,' I said, removing my wand from my own robes and pointing it at the door. 'Fumos.' The small window in the door was obstructed from view as the thick yellow smoke settled itself at the entrance.

I turned back to Remus, who was trying to get his robes off. 'Here,' I said, slipping his arms out of his sleeves. 'And the rest?'

He nodded once.

Once Remus was topless, I stood back and my eyes fell upon the gash on the right side of his body. It was sliced open again, dried blood in patches in and around it. It was deep enough that if he were a Muggle, it would need stitches. I winced.

'Remus, what happened?' I asked, trying and falling to take my eyes away.

'I... It was hurting,' he mumbled. 'I tried to stop it hurting.' He rubbed his forehead, pulling himself upright again.

'How?'

'Some potion. I forget the name. It was meant to...' He trailed off, falling forwards.

'Remus! Hey, hey!' When he didn't respond, I stood up and took his shoulders. 'Remus, talk to me!'

'What?' he mumbled. 'Still here.' He sat back against the chair, rubbing his arm across his eyes.

'What was the potion supposed to do?' I asked, fearful of the answer.

'Heal the scar,' he sighed. I raised an eyebrow. 'I must have done something wrong—'

'Wait, you're telling me you made this potion?!' I exclaimed.

'I couldn't just go to Slughorn and ask for a potion to heal unbearable scars, could I?' Remus said indignantly.

'I suppose not,' I answered, though we both knew he could have gone to Madam Pomfrey. 'So you made yourself a potion? How?'

He slouched, winced and straightened up again. 'I took some ingredients from in here after yesterday's Potions class. The recipe was in Potions and Healing that I found in the library.

'I don't know. I think I messed up one single instruction and made something else because it said to pour on affected area and when I did...'

'What happened?'

He shook his head. 'It burned. So bad. Like I'd been thrown into fire.'

I winced. 'What the hell?!'

'I screamed,' he continued. 'It went on for at least half an hour. I screamed and screamed. And when it was over, I looked down at my scar and—and I saw it got worse.'

'Remus, I—' I pulled up a chair and sat next to him, taking his hand.

'And then I was just... replaced with fury. I was so angry because I was sure that it would work, so angry that I couldn't do it, so angry that I couldn't start again that I —' He yawned.

'Look,' I whispered. 'You need rest. Let me help you get dressed and I'll walk you back to the dorm.'

He flinched as soon as I'd said the word dorm. 'What?' I asked hurriedly. 'What is it?'

He sighed. 'Nothing. Sorry.' He picked up his shirt and dropped his arm back to his lap.

I helped him dress and then stood him up. As soon as his feet carried him, his knees buckled. His arms flailed and he scrabbled to grab hold of the front of my robes. I hastily put my arm under his knees and shifted him so his head rested on my shoulder.

I walked him out of the classroom and up to the Gryffindor common room and with a mutter of, 'Flabbergast,' the Fat Lady moved aside and let me enter. The common room was still as full as it was when we'd left, so I fought my way through to the dorms, ignoring the questions, murmurs, and comments of the other Gryffindors.

When I got into our dorm, I stopped short. I glanced at Remus, who had fallen asleep and then back to the shattered glass that littered the floor. Different liquids splashed out of the bottles and soaked the floor, and I knew that this was what Remus meant when he said was furious.

I sidestepped the glass, and lay him on his bed. I turned him onto his side and made to walk round to the other side, when a voice asked, 'So you two are a thing, then?'

I turned round to see Jensen Jenkins, our fifth roommate, sitting cross-legged on the bed, a magazine spread out in front of him. 'Have been for almost seven months,' I replied. 'But yes.'

'They're all talking about it, you know. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.'

'I know,' I said patiently. 'I don't mind.'

'Is he gonna be okay?' Jenkins nodded in Remus's direction, simultaneously getting off his bed.

I looked round to see Remus sleeping peacefully. 'Yeah,' I breathed. 'Yeah, I believe so.'

'Shall I, er, tell them all's okay?'

I didn't look at Jenkins as I said, 'Yeah, please.'

As the door swung shut after him, I lay next to my werewolf, pressing a kiss to his forehead before wrapping my arms around him and falling into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Well hey. Welcome to my first Harry Potter fic. Well, second. The first hasn’t been posted yet, for reasons. Obviously this is Wolfstar, because they are my life and I love them and I can’t life without them and they are my OTP. Did I mention I love them? Oh, I did? I’ll mention it again anyway. I love Wolfstar. 

Tagging a few people: @worlds-in-my-mind @one-thousand-splendid-stars @draccomalfoy @siruisblack @proupiled

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>sir-sirius-black, over and out ✌🏼

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