author note:
First time posting, YAY! I had a terrible writing block on an Au I am currently working on and decided a fluffy little wolfstar number would be a surefire way to get my juices flowing. Preferably, one with some clichés, so I could breeze through it.
Only, lo and behold! I have zero self - control and it turned into a multi - chapter fic. I apologize for nothing.
P.S. English is not my native language, be kind.
pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: This is a JKR world, I am just doodling with it.
Warning: slash! Wolfstar slash!
prologue
we sat in utter stillness, it seemed not one of us was willing to break the delicate balance in the candle-lit room. We saw no way around it. I saw no way around it. And yet we were not willing to admit what was laid out before our eyes, even if it was outstretched and highlighted.
Heck, the damn thing was color coded, mocking us with its bluntness.
In the end, it was Peter who spoke first. His eyes flitted over the large X, inked into the torn-up sheet between us - "Gents, I reckon we'll have to come out!"
James, forearms braced loosely over his knees, nodded his assent. "it's the only way."
"s'true." Sirius shrugged.
I closed my eyes; hissing words I knew I'd soon regret "who is it going to be?"
When I braced myself enough to open my eyes again, I was not remotely surprised to discover the rest of the marauders were blinking owlishly back at me.
Bugger.
I take one last look at James's sheet-made-into-a-planning-scheme and submerge the urge to curse the boy into bits.
"I hate you."