Just a little drabble set during the MWPP's second year at Hogwarts. I plan on expanding it at some point.
Remus wrapped a towel around his waist. Finally he felt like he was fitting in--his friends had covered him with mud in a Quidditch-team-making wrestling-match. Things would be OK, despite the secret he had to keep. Then he wasn't alone. There was another team member standing there.
Remus wrapped a towel around his waist. Finally he felt like he was fitting in--his friends had covered him with mud in a Quidditch-team-making wrestling-match. Things would be OK, despite the secret he had to keep. Then he wasn't alone. There was another team member standing there.
"So, you're a cutter too?" The boy turned his arms out, revealing precise scars.
Startled, Remus realized how he must look. Brief panic disappeared--it wasn't his friends, the boy had the wrong idea, his secret was safe...
Sirius walked in. "Remus--?" He stopped and stared, an unreadable look on his face.
Oh no.
The End (for now)