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ASTRID

“That’s good” Astrid said, though those two words held several meanings to them. Astrid knew how awful his family were, about their fanatical and prejudiced ways. She had been round to Sirius’s place once, and that had been interesting. Her family was one of the most ancient and infamous magical families, as pure-blooded as they came. However, her family were pro-integration and welcoming of all of magical ability, and even now were fighting the dark wizard and his followers. Mrs Black and sounded off, calling Astrid and her family all manner of profanity and insult, and then became infuriated when Astrid had put her down with a simple sentence and stood her ground. If it hadn’t been for Sirius’s quick wand work, Astrid would have been cursed into oblivion. It was safe to say that Astrid never went back to his house again.

But she was genuinely thrilled that he had gotten out of there, and that he was now free of their tyranny. The Potter’s were amazing, close friends of her fathers and a popular family. Astrid held her friends dearer to her heart than she would ever admit, but was most protective of them. And though she wouldn’t admit her feelings for Sirius to anyone, she had been sick with worry every time he went back to his family home. 

“Yeah great, broken a few limbs already” Astrid said with an amused smile. “In fact he…” But she stopped what she was saying when she saw Sirius once again look to the new girl, and she frowned, before looking back round to the fire. “Why don’t you let Remus have this one?” Astrid said as she dunked her hand into a bowl of flavoured beans, and began picking out the suspicious looking ones.  She popped one in her mouth, and winced as what tasted like sprouts burst into her mouth. Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes went on to Remus and his grey complexion, and she looked out the window.

Astrid, along with Lily, knew of the Marauders and of course knew about Remus’s curse, and she had held the utmost secrecy as promised. She then knew why Sirius kept looking over and felt a little ashamed, so her hand reached out and enveloped Sirius’s hand with her own before she leaned in close to him. “Does he have enough Wolfsbane?” She whispered, pretending to straighten his collar.

However, being this close to Sirius’s face caused a stir within her, as their eyes locked she wanted so desperately to grab him and kiss him. There were so many reasons why they couldn’t be together, and she loathed everyone.

REMUS

Remus was grateful for the distraction brought by his friends, and took the moment to observe his reflection in the mirror behind her. He was grey; there were bags under his eyes and a clear and evident fatigue to his features. His hair was a mess, brown locks flopping this way and that. He did not have the pristine robes of his friends, his were shabby and at the moment hanging off of him. He always took an ill turn when that full moon approached, and his mood grew in agitation. His friends all knew how to handle him, but Veronica did not.

He wanted so much to impress her, for her to like him, but what was there to offer? He was poor, he was a mess and he was a werewolf. Yes he was a nice guy and looked for the good in all, and tried not to let the curse stop him, but he had nothing to offer a girl. Veronica was gorgeous, and would soon be rivalling Astrid and Lily for the boys attention he was sure. The school was riddled with the rich and the confident, his two best friends included. There wasn’t a girl in this school who hadn’t been in love with Sirius at some point, and though they fawned over James too, he had only eyes for Lily. But then again, Sirius only really wanted Astrid, though he was too stubborn to admit it.

Maybe Remus did have a shot with Veronica, maybe if he asked Sirius for tips with the ladies, or maybe not. Remus would never be able to carry off that arrogance and stride, and that just wasn’t him anyway.  He sighed and looked to the students who now headed off to the dorms, the common room slowly emptying out. It wasn’t uncommon for the Marauders to be the last ones to go up to bed, sometimes not even getting into their beds at all! Astrid was often there too, sneaking back in with one of her friends, or flirting the hours away. 

“So, where about did you move to?” He asked. He was from Lancashire himself, a slight northern twang to his accent. His friends were all southerners, so there had always been banter between them. “Did you just come over with your parents?” He added, wanting to know her more and forget the rest in the room.
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