Written for the 'One Character Competition' by Cheeky Slytherin Lass on the HPFF
Prompts used: Snow, Shiver, Hot Chocolate, Fireplace, Gingerbread, Silver, and Mistletoe.
Main Prompt: Silver
Word Count of the drabble itself: 271
Author's Note: When I saw the prompts, I was inspired in many ways. I went with this one, though, because as much as I wanted to give Remus a happy, carefree Christmas story, I knew he isn't usually isn't the 'happy and carefree' sort of guy. Here is a bit of Christmas angst that will probably make you all want to hug Remus as much as I wanted to.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, or the characters in it. The prompts were provided by Cheeky Slytherin Lass, so I ran with them.
Enjoy, and have a Merry Christmas!
Remus hated silver.
Yet here he was, surrounded by it. He sat shivering by the fireplace, clutching his mug of hot chocolate and trying to avoid the decorations. Snowflakes, snowmen, and Stars of David surrounded him -all silver- and consumed his thoughts. Werewolves weren't quite accustomed to silver and it was a great danger for Remus to find himself around it in such great quantity.
Well, then, why had he agreed to come? Was it Lily who convinced him that they would enter the cookie contest, make gingerbread men, and win? Surely, his reason for coming involved Lily, but it had nothing to do with cookie making. It was, indeed, only about her. The thought of the party hosting clusters of mistletoe under it is what convinced him, really. He had planned for tonight to be the night that he kissed her; spilled out his heart to her.
Remus glanced out the window then, watching her in the snow as the frolicked and threw snowballs of frothy white at James. Perhaps Remus would never get his turn with her; his chance, or his kiss. Resting back against the plushy, brown chair, he shivered once more and stared at the glittering decorations.
How he hated silver, because not only could it kill him physically, but it was killing him emotionally as well. It would always be a reminder of this party and him being unable to kiss her once again. He hated silver for making Christmas so dismal for him. Maybe that was why Christmas hadn't been his favorite holiday since he was thirteen.
Maybe that was why it would never be.