Paring: Remus Lupin/James Potter
Location: Dungeons
Element: Telephone
Remus was a very angry werewolf. Not only had James, his secret crush, gotten into trouble for making Snape's potion explode, he also got Remus in trouble by saying that Remus was his accomplice in this, not Sirius. So now both Remus and James were in the dungeons serving detention by organizing the storage room where all the ingredients were placed.
"Hey Remus, what's this?" James asked, holding up the oldest telephone Remus had ever seen.
"That James, is a very old version of the telephone. Where did you find it?" Remus asked in turn.
The telephone was a simple one for being so old. It had a dial that allowed a person to put in whatever number they wished along and if it were working, Remus knew that the phone would have no dial tone and so most often when working with the phone getting a hold of the operator would be the best option. The phone itself was a black color, but it had little spurts of splashed on paint of different colors here and there.
"I found it behind the Beetle Eyes, Nightshade and Frog Toes. How does it work?" asked James, much more curious now that Remus could tell him what it was.
"It works by moving the dial to whatever number is needed but because there's no tone for if you've gotten the number in and there's no dial tone, most everybody just put in zero, the operator's number and the operator would get a hold of the needed number," explained Remus fondly, after all, how often did James want an explanation for how something works?
"Wow, it sounds complex," gasped James, not really interested in how it worked, just wanting to hear the one he desired as more then a friend talk in that super sexy voice that he got whenever he tried to implode someone's brain with all of his knowledge.
"It was and it's only gotten more complex as time has gone on," replied Remus, starting to bore himself with the facts.
"Hey Remus, I wanted to ask you something," said James, not thinking about exactly what he was going to say.
"Yes James, what is it?" Remus said in response, interested instantly because James never asked anything of him.
"I have a mutual friend who has a crush on someone and they want advice on how to go about getting the person's attention and I'm asking you because the person my mutual friend is interested in is a charming, smart person like you." James rushed, not breathing once during the entire sentence.
"Well, has the mutual friend tried approaching their love interest?" asked Remus, already knowing where this was going but waiting for James to get to it.
"Yes, almost every time the two are alone my mutual friend flirts with their intended," relpied James, completely nervous.
"Does this friend try to get the others attention in other ways?" asked Remus, slightly embarrassed by not picking up on any of the signs beforehand.
"Not really because they just don't know how to go after the one their interested in," James said truthfully.
"You know James, all you have to do is ask me out, and I'll say yes in a heart beat," Remus responded, tired of beating around the bush and all James could do was make a 'meep' sound in response.
It was in that moment James realized that he was sick of Remus never responding to his flirty remarks and caring touches, and that now that Remus gave him the opportunity to truly love the werewolf, James would grab it with both hands. As they say, the rest is history.