Summary: Sirius is a restless soul, not quite understanding how to be a silent partner in the coffee shop he owns with James. Until he finds meaning in a stranger he keeps seeing. Muggle!AU Coffee Shop!AU Sirius/Remus

Beige Cardigan

Sirius Black wasn't a person who could sit still for long. This was reflected in how quickly his clothes wore away with the movement; the black jeans would have tears in the knees and fade and the band logo t-shirts (shirts were too restrictive) would inevitably get a hole in it by the fourth or fifth wear. Even his boots never made it more than six months of wearing. But in true Sirius fashion, he would shrug it off, owning his style, with the comment, 'People pay good money to have clothes already like this.'

Some days his restlessness would be so bad that James Potter – lifelong best mate and person he co-owned a small coffee shop with – would make him take over from their barista on shift and send them home early – paid. That was Sirius' punishment if he was a complete nuisance as it would come out of his share of the profits. He usually had to accept the consequences due to him breaking something (bean grinder) or causing injury to a staff member (Hermione Granger's current black eye) when he was attempting to juggle something (milk jugs) or general tomfoolery (where elbows went into staff member's eye).

'You were meant to be a silent partner,' James groaned, watching Lily – James' wife and manager of coffee shop – apply ice to Hermione's eye. 'As in you don't need to be here silent.'

Sirius grinned, handing off the coffee he'd been working on. 'But the customers love me.'

'No, we don't,' said their regular – Severus Snape, dressed in his usual sharp black suit and black shirt – from the till.

'I'll spit in your coffee,' Sirius muttered with a forced grin.

There were precisely five minutes in the day when Sirius wouldn't cause chaos in the store. When he would take his flat white – oddly, made by a smiling Hermione once she'd recovered – and he would sit on the bench directly in front of their shop window; he would actually sit still, sip his coffee, with a cigarette in hand, and people watch.

Most of the people he would recognise as regulars or, due to being situated in the heart of Canary Wharf, people going about their business in a lunch hour. Some were now on nodding terms with Sirius.

On this particular day, he wasn't people watching as much as he usually would. Instead, Sirius was staring at his cup, not drinking his coffee and absently smoking his cigarette.

'Is it poisoned?' Harry asked, Lily and James' son, Sirius' godson, and part-time worker in the shop while in college.

'Hermione made it,' Sirius replied, sniffing it.

'What did you do?' Harry sat down, taking it off him.

The coffee shop, called The Marauder Baristas, was a lot like working with family. Hermione, another of their part-time workers, was one of Harry's best friend from college. And like all families, arguments and disagreements happened. Sometimes when things escalated, like Hermione's black eye, revenge would be taken.

While Hermione was a serious, studious young woman, she wasn't above revenge. Sometimes it would take a while for the revenge to appear … other times it was immediate.

'I elbowed her.' Harry raised his eyebrows. 'In the face,' Sirius finished quietly.

'Thought as much.' Harry sipped it and coughed before sticking his tongue out, looking like he was going to gag. 'Salt,' he explained.

'I knew it!' He turned on his seat to look through the large window. Hermione was leaning on the counter with a sweet smile, waving. Sirius scowled, turning his attention back to Harry. 'It was a genuine accident!'

'Nothing's an accident with you. I'll get you another.'

Sirius watched Harry go into the shop and that was when he saw him…

He was tall, at least six foot, and lean – Sirius noticed despite their well-worn, baggy, beige cardigan doing a good job of hiding it – and nothing short of unassuming perfection with the way he seemed to shrink into himself, holding a pile of folders close to his chest. His floppy light brown hair was being blown all over the place with the breeze and Sirius thought it was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. And when he neared, Sirius spotted a light scar across his nose; a flaw that would never be a flaw to Sirius.

Sirius knew he should look away. He was staring … he really ought to look away. Okay, he really needed to look away; it was bordering on weird the way he kept watching this man's face. Look at me, Sirius silently willed. No – don't! he thought quickly.

Then he did look.

That would've been a good time for Sirius to avert his gaze.

He didn't.

Sirius refused to look away when he saw his cheeks start to colour with a faint blush. The man briefly looked away to the direction he was walking in before bringing his eyes back to Sirius. The blush went a little brighter when he realised Sirius was not going to look away any time soon.

'Afternoon,' he muttered, giving a small smile, his voice smooth and low.

What Sirius meant to reply with was, 'Afternoon', but what actually came out was, 'Affffttnoooon.' His voice even cracked a little in the middle, losing half the word.

The man's smile widened briefly as he returned his line of sight to the pavement, head slightly down and continued walking past Sirius and the coffee shop. Sirius continued watching his retreating back, still looking in his direction long after he turned the corner at the end of the street.

'Here you go – Mum made it.' Harry held the flat white in front of his face.

Sirius jumped, his heart thudding against his chest with the surprise and his breathing ragged. Noises he hadn't been hearing from passing cars and people chattering as they walked past the shop assaulted his ears and Sirius realised he'd been holding his breath since that smile.

Harry frowned, pushing the drink into Sirius' hand. 'Everything all right?'

Sirius looked at the cigarette in his hand, now burnt down to the butt, ash all over the back of his hand, and then to his coffee.

'Sirius?' Harry said more forcefully.

'Yeah.' He coughed. 'All good.' He gave Harry a tight smile. 'Got a proper coffee now.'

Harry frowned at him, a bemused look in his eyes. 'By the way, I'd probably avoid Hermione for a few days. Don't think she's done with you.'

'Thanks for the warning, son.' Sirius raised his coffee at him.

He waited until Harry had gone back in the shop before looking back down the street. Should he have gone after him? Sirius got up, throwing his dead butt into a nearby bin, moving quickly down the road. He sipped his coffee, spilling some down his t-shirt, and swore loudly. A woman tutted at him, taking a wide step away from him, which Sirius ignored as he reached the end of the road and looked in the direction the man had gone, but he wasn't to be seen.

'Fuck!' Sirius muttered under his breath.

XXXXXX

'Are you drawing on your arm?' Lily asked, coming out of the back with her arms full cups to find Sirius leaning on the back counter. 'Is there even room to draw anything?'

'My fault,' Harry spoke up after serving a customer. 'I said he hadn't gotten a tattoo in a while.'

'Then he said there probably wasn't anymore room,' Sirius added, fully focused on the drawing currently being placed on a small space near his wrist.

'Because that's a productive way to spend your time,' Lily said, shoving him out of the way to put the stock down.

Sirius gave her wide grin, capping the pen. 'I could be breaking something,' he pointed out.

'For the love of god – get a hobby!' She slapped his hand away when he tried to show her the drawing of a wolf. 'And stop being a bad influence on your godson!'

'I'm seventeen, the damage is done.' Harry gave Sirius a subtle shake of his head when he tried to high five him.

Sirius rolled his eyes. 'Where's James? He'd appreciate it.'

'Working in the back – oh no you don't!' Lily grabbed hold of his arm and shoved him into the café area. 'He's busy. Go and do your weird people watching, I'll bring you a coffee out.'

'Thanks, Evans,' he said, smirking at her scowl for using her maiden name. He threw the pen at Harry and strutted out the shop, enjoying the click of his boots on the wooden flooring, winking at customers if they caught his eye.

Even when he was sitting, with no coffee in his hand, and only a cigarette to occupy him, Sirius was restless. He would shift and tap his foot and cross his legs and drum out a rhythm by slapping his hands on his thighs. With the cigarette stuck between his lips, puffing out smoke every so often, Sirius would watch the people, saying hello to the ones he recognised, asking after family if it was a regular going into the shop, and guess what people did for a job if he didn't know them.

Lily brought his coffee out as he finished his cigarette, with a small biscuit balanced on the lid of the takeout cup. She snatched his cigarette packet out of his hand as she handed him the drink. 'You've had one. It'd be nice for you to see Daisy get to seventeen, too,' she scolded gently, putting them in her apron pocket.

'Daisy prefers Marlene anyway,' Sirius said nonchalantly.

Lily shot him a withering look, tugging on a strand of curly hair that had come loose from his bun. 'You're a pain in the arse, Sirius, but you're our pain in the arse.'

Sirius watched her step back into the shop, suppressing a small smile as a warmth filled him at her kinds words, even if it was a backhanded compliment. He knew he could push their patience, but they always made sure he was part of their family. More than his actual family ever had.

Sinking back against the window of the shop, Sirius took a bite of the biscuit, his eyes scanning the next person coming towards him and choked on a crumb he inhaled – it was him. From the day before.

His mouth dry, the small bite of the biscuit sticking to the roof of his mouth, Sirius tried to chew through it quickly, careful not to take any deep breaths until the food was gone. Sirius' eyes remained firmly on the absolute delight of a human being and frowned.

He was walking with his head firmly down, his shabby clothes, the same as the day before, made him look smaller this time. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark brown trousers. Sirius spotted the stitching was fraying around the pockets of the trousers and his cardigan.

'Afternoon,' Sirius said quickly before he could back out of talking to him. This time his voice didn't crack on him.

He didn't even look up or acknowledge Sirius' presence. He continued walking at a fast pace, somehow weaving around people without having to look. It was almost like they didn't see him, yet he was taller than most.

Sirius took another bite of his biscuit, defeat making his stomach drop. He would not attempt to go after him this time, knowing that that was a man who was defeated by the world today and didn't want to be seen.

Sirius knew how that felt.

XXXXXX

On Saturdays, Sirius didn't go to the coffee shop until it was the last hour of opening hours for two reasons: One – he was hungover from the one night a week he allowed himself to let loose with the drink – a promise to Lily made some years ago after particular bad bout of self-loathing, and Two – he closed up so that Lily and James could go on their date night.

It was coming out of the tube station, his sunglasses situated firmly on his face the entire journey to the coffee shop, even if the spring sun was already setting for the day, when Sirius saw a familiar cardigan amongst the crowds of people – he had only seen it twice, but that piece of clothing wasn't leaving his memory any time soon. He shoved his sunglasses on top of his head, pushing back the messy hair he didn't bother tying up, and felt his heart pick up pace at seeing that it was, indeed, the right beige colour.

The hangover not quite gone, Sirius took a deep breath and started shuffling through the crowd, throwing apologies out like sweets when he kept bumping into people. The jostling was not helping the mild headache that was lingering but he couldn't take his eyes off the cardigan, which was now going up the steps a few metres ahead, and turning left towards his coffee shop.

Reaching the top of the steps, the crowd started to thin out and it contained no beige cardigan among them. Not to be deterred, Sirius picked up his pace, ignoring the ache in his head intensifying with each hard step, bringing on a wave of nausea. He barely looked at Hermione and Ron Weasley sitting on the bench outside the shop and continued to the end of the street. He swore under his breath after looking around once and couldn't see the familiar colour.

'What was that about?' Hermione asked when he got back to the shop.

'Thought I saw an old friend,' he said quietly, folding his sunglasses into his leather jacket pocket.

'Must've been important, you looked ready to take on an army the way you ran past,' Ron added as they followed him into the shop.

Not in the mood for talking to anyone at this point, Sirius sent Harry off with Hermione and Ron, and closed the shop up by himself, heading straight for a bar before he went home; hair of the dog and all that.

XXXXXX

They kept the coffee shop closed on Sundays. Sirius would go to the Potters for Sunday lunch, along with Marlene McKinnon, Hermione and Ron. Sometimes more would be there, like Peter Pettigrew or Harry's girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, and sometimes there would be less – meaning it was just Sirius with Lily, James, and their daughter Daisy. He never missed Sunday lunch for anything.

Not even if he saw the man in the beige cardigan again.

Which he did.

Sirius was sitting on the tube, on his way to the Potters, flicking through songs on his phone, nothing really working for him and the weird mood he'd woken up in. It was like he was missing something or someone and couldn't work out what it was. Sighing, he stopped the music and yanked his headphones out of his phone, stuffing them both items into his inside leather jacket pocket. Moving the jacket made him sigh again with the heat; a leather jacket on the tube was a mistake, judging by the sweat trickling down his back and soaking into his t-shirt.

They pulled into another stop – four more to go – and he watched the people get off to be replaced by more bodies. Sirius slumped back into his seat, tapping his foot, running a hand through his loose hair – should've tied it up. Another sigh was close by, only it caught in his throat when he saw the man in the beige cardigan, with a thick book under his arm, a bottle of water being drunk as he walked.

Sirius stood up quickly, a young girl taking his seat before he'd taken two steps away. Once again, he was hampered by a crowd in the carriage, people trying their best to make room for him to get off. The doors closed. He watched helplessly as he reached the door, staring at the man, now turning towards the stairs, as the train left the station.

The next stop wasn't that far away, but the problem was what if the man was switching lines and not going to the exit? When they reached the next station after a couple of minutes, Sirius muttered a, 'Fuck it' and launched himself onto the platform before the crowds got the better of him.

By the time Sirius reached the street, his hair was sticking to the back of his neck, the sweat was pouring down his back, and he was sure he might just pass out from the heat. Shrugging his jacket off, hooking it over his forearm, he moved as quickly as he could, finding his way back to the previous station.

It was ridiculous. He wasn't even sure why he was even attempting to find him. He might have switched lines. And even if he had made it to the street, he would be long gone by the time Sirius made it to the station. And yet … Sirius continued on.

He couldn't even explain why he need to make contact with this man. He just had to. It was a deep need that kept Sirius moving forward to his destination.

Sirius spent half an hour circling the area before finally going to the Potters.

He never missed Sunday lunch.

They blamed a lingering hangover for his lateness and Sirius let them, his thoughts stuck on this person he could never seem to get close enough to introduce himself to. Physically or mentally.

XXXXXX

'Sirius, I know you pay my wages – and I mean this with the deepest respect – but move before I decide to press assault charges for this!' Hermione warned, pointing at her bruised cheekbone, after the third time of her arm being knocked and spilling hot milk over the back of her hand.

'Sorry,' he muttered, not moving and still staring out the window.

'What are you looking for, anyway?' She shoved him back towards the till, cleaning up the spilt milk as she went.

'What?' He looked at her in confusion. 'Oh, nothing.'

Lily, spotting the chaos that was following Sirius when she came out of the back office, handed Sirius the small chalkboard menu she was carrying with a chalkboard marker. 'Go update this,' she instructed firmly. 'I'll bring your coffee out.'

Sirius didn't need asking twice, already heading to the exit before Lily had finished talking.

Once outside, Sirius leant the board against the bench he sat on, tapping the marker on his thigh while manically looking at each face going past. None of them were the right face with the right scar across the nose. The man in the beige cardigan had come past the shop three times that Sirius knew of in the last week alone, surely that meant he frequently past it. Surely?

He sat outside for half an hour, sipping his coffee, barely allowing himself to focus on the board he was updating with the coffee beans they were selling. The regulars came and went with barely a nod off Sirius and after a further ten minutes, Lily came out, taking a seat next to him.

'What's up?' he asked, trying to look past a rather tall man in a dark blue suit coming towards them.

'Was about to ask you the same question,' she replied.

Sirius handed her the board. 'Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to take so long.'

There was a moment of silence between them before Lily said, 'Er, Sirius … What am I meant to do with this?'

'What— oh,' he said.

The board was filled with odd squiggles and straight lines that neither looked like a bag of coffee beans nor names, origins, or prices. 'Well, that looks a bit like a coffee bean,' he said sheepishly, pointing to the small circle in a corner.

Lily gave him a withering look. Sirius shrugged, taking the board off her. He wasn't going to see Beige Cardigan today. Previously, he'd already walked by at that point. 'Come on,' he said heavily. 'I'll do it again.'

'Just don't get under Hermione's feet. She's still not quite forgiven you,' Lily warned, stepping back into the shop.

'Can't promise anything.' Sirius grinned at Hermione's scowl as they approached the counter. 'Calm yourself, Hermione. I promise not to elbow you today,' he said with a wink.

She'd opened her mouth to give him her retort but her eyes moved quickly to someone coming into the shop. Ever the professional barista, Hermione closed her mouth, her eyes lighting up, smiling at the approaching customer.

'Mr Lupin!' she greeted affectionately. 'How've you been?'

Sirius and Lily turned to look at the customer, out of curiosity, and Sirius dropped the chalkboard on Lily's foot.

It was him – Beige Cardigan.

Lily's cry of pain and the clatter of the board made the small amount of chatter in the café pause with every pair of eyes on Sirius. Including Beige Cardigan.

Lily punched Sirius in the arm. 'What is wrong with you!' She stomped off into the back with the board.

'Sorry, sorry,' he muttered, feeling his cheeks heat up with a blush.

'Anyway,' Hermione said with a laugh, returning her attention back to Beige Cardigan, who Sirius now knew to be Mr Lupin.

The conversations picked up again and Sirius watched Hermione serve his man – no, not his man. What was he thinking?

'Take a seat, I'll bring it over to you – no,' she said quickly when he reached for his pocket, 'I'll get this.'

Sirius frowned. Hermione was saving for her travels with Harry and Ron, she watched every penny she spent. Having not moved from the side of the counter since he'd spotted Mr Lupin at the till, Sirius waited until he'd taken a seat in the corner before moving to Hermione.

'What?' she growled at him, focusing on making the drink.

'Who was that?' Sirius asked, folding his arms and unfolding them. He was attempting nonchalance and it wasn't working.

Hermione stopped what she was doing to look at him. 'My old English teacher – why?'

She never missed a thing this girl. 'Just wondering,' Sirius replied, his voice going a little higher than he'd have liked. He glanced over at Mr Lupin, who was leaning over the table, reading the book he'd been carrying, half-turned with his back to the café. 'Good teacher?'

'Very good,' Hermione answered, the respect clear in her voice. 'Even Harry did better in class with him there.'

'Harry got a D on his exam,' Sirius said, frowning.

Hermione sighed, her eyes flicking to Mr Lupin. She pushed Sirius out of the way to start making his drink. 'He was let go. He's been unwell for years and … well, I think the school thought it was too disruptive to our education to keep bringing in substitute teachers.'

Sirius looked to him, his eyes falling on the beige cardigan – not well worn from it being a favourite as Sirius had been thinking. 'What's wrong with him?'

'That's not for me to say.' Hermione started steaming the milk, the noise cutting off any questions Sirius had.

'But you know?' he asked as soon as the steam wand was shut off.

Hermione shrugged, concentrating on pouring the milk into the espresso shots, wiggling the jug as the cup filled to create a leaf pattern in the drink. Placing the cup down on its saucer, she looked up at him and he didn't like the sharp look she had in her eyes.

'I'll introduce you to him, if you want?'

Sirius stood up straight, his heart in his throat, his mouth suddenly very dry. 'Er, okay. Sure. Why not.'

Hermione laughed. 'I knew it. He's who you've been looking for, isn't he?'

'No,' Sirius said so loudly, the customers nearby jumped.

Hermione sniggered. 'The other day, when you ran past Ron and me – we'd seen Mr Lupin not minutes before. I never put it together until you dropped that board on Lily's foot.'

Sirius folded his arms tightly. 'You're too perceptive for your own good.'

'Come on.' She picked the latte up, grabbing a bar of chocolate from the POS by the till. She turned back to Sirius before they went out into the café area. 'Just don't hurt him, Sirius. He's a really good man who needs a bit of luck on his side, okay?'

Sirius couldn't bring himself to make a joke. It would be like making a joke of this man and Sirius already knew deep in his bones that he wanted to protect him from the world. 'Of course,' he said quietly.

Walking to the table felt like he was about to skydive out of a plane without a parachute. He'd had flings before, even thought he'd had feelings for Marlene at one point, but when she gave him an ultimatum all those years ago, he didn't even flinch at letting her go. This was different.

From the moment Sirius had spotted him a few days ago – a few days, was that it – he had this need, an urge, to know everything about Mr Lupin. Like what was his first name?

'Mr Lupin?' Hermione said as they approached the table.

He sat up quickly, shoving a tattered piece of paper into the book to close it, and turned to face them properly. He smiled, and even if he looked tired with the dark circles under his eyes, Sirius saw nothing but kindness in him. His gaze went to Sirius questioningly.

Putting down the drink and chocolate bar, Hermione pulled at Sirius' arm to bring him closer to the table. 'I wanted to introduce you to my boss; Sirius. He's the one that I told you about when you asked where I'd learnt about Ginsberg and Dickinson.' She turned to Sirius, pulling at his arm again due to him taking a step backwards, the fear of what he was feeling automatically making him want to run away. 'Sirius, this is Mr Lupin, best teacher I've ever had.'

A deep blush brightened his cheeks, taking away the paleness for a moment. 'The poetry lover? I remember now.'

Sirius shifted at the sound of his voice. Low, smooth and melodic. He already knew he would never tire of hearing it.

'If you're up for some company, Sirius is very good at arguing about famous poets,' Hermione said with a smile to Sirius.

'Please, do. Company would be nice,' Mr Lupin said earnestly, honestly.

His words suddenly made Sirius feel a little easy about being introduced to him. 'Hermione mistakes arguing for debating,' Sirius argued, finally finding his voice.

Hermione rolled her eyes, patting Mr Lupin's shoulder. 'I'll leave you two alone. Make sure you tell him to leave if he becomes a bit much.'

'I still pay your wages,' Sirius warned as he took a seat.

'I still have a black eye.'

'Call it even?' Sirius grinned. Hermione high-fived him as she left, their version of a handshake.

Mr Lupin was looking at him in amusement when he returned his gaze to him. 'I'm Remus, by the way.' He held his hand over the table. Sirius gripped it, it was large and warm and rough and made Sirius feel like his stomach had nothing but butterflies in there. Remus shook it once before letting go. 'I keep telling Hermione to call me Remus, but I'm still her teacher, in her eyes.'

Sirius shook his head. 'No. That's Hermione showing you her respect.'

'Have you known her long?'

'Since she was little … like the daughter I never had,' he admitted fondly. Sirius sat up, glancing at the book Remus was reading, not quite seeing the title for his arm being in the way. 'She tells me you're a teacher?'

'Was,' he corrected. 'I haven't been for the last few years.'

Sirius spotted the cheeks going pink again; shame. 'From what Hermione was saying, sounds like a loss to the world of education.'

Remus shrugged, looking down at his untouched coffee and chocolate bar. 'I have fibromyalgia – not really conducive to being a reliable teacher.' He shrugged again, still not lifting his head. 'Children need consistency in their education and I couldn't give that to them.'

Sirius gritted his teeth together, to stop himself from making an inappropriate joke, which he did often when he wasn't sure how to help someone with their issues – their pain. He wasn't good at it. But he knew that he would try for this man, for Remus Lupin. Even if he didn't know what the hell fibromyalgia was right now, he would make sure to learn everything about it and make his life better.

So with a deep breath, Sirius took a leap…

'Would it freak you out,' Sirius started, coughing slightly as he did, leaning forward, 'if I told you that I've seen you around the last few days and I've been trying to talk to you?'

Remus lifted his head, at last. Sirius spotted flecks of brown in his dark green eyes. He was laughing softly, barely making a noise. 'Would it freak you out if I'd known you were Hermione's boss I might have taken up her invitation for a coffee here sooner? I thought you were just a customer when I saw you the other day.'

Sirius laughed loudly, sinking back into his seat, the noise of his laughter a complete opposite to Remus, who was quiet with soft edges. He watched Remus sip his coffee, pushing his book to one side as he did.

The book remained forgotten as they spoke. Getting to know each other.

They didn't notice when Hermione cleared Remus' empty cup and brought them fresh coffees. They didn't notice when the shop started to empty of customers. They didn't notice Hermione start to clean around them or Lily asking if they wanted another coffee, Hermione's replacement long gone. And they didn't notice James arrive to pick Lily up and help her finish the close.

It was only when James stood before them, an expectant smile as he looked between Sirius and Remus that they came out of the little bubble they'd created at the table.

'I'm taking Lily for some dinner before we go home, care to join us? We'll have Daisy with us, but…'

'Do you?' Sirius asked Remus, no longer attempting to keep hope or excitement out his voice.

'I don't want to intrude—'

'Nonsense!' Lily shouted from the till. 'You'll come. We'll get to know the man who made Harry love reading for a year.'

'Harry?' Remus asked.

'Potter,' Hermione spoke up, putting her coat on. 'They're his parents.'

'Small world,' Remus said with a smile. 'I liked Harry. Opinionated, but a good boy.'

Three sets of eyes looked to Sirius at that comment. 'I just made sure he knew when to use his voice. That's all.'

James clapped a hand on Remus' shoulder. 'So you'll come. Tell us how we can make Daisy a lover of books before this one corrupts her too much.'

Remus agreed and Sirius felt like there was a light in Remus' eyes that hadn't been there for a long time. A light he wanted to make sure never went out again and to be the reason it stayed there.

'Don't be a stranger,' Hermione instructed, waving goodbye to them as she headed to the tube station, leaving the four adults at the door of the shop.

'I don't intend to be,' Remus said quietly enough that only Sirius heard him, his eyes firmly on Sirius.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (challenges & assignments) Prompts

Spring Seasonal

- Days of the Year & Religious Events - 1st June - Write about smiling at a stranger

- Date Your Mate Month - 18. Remus & Sirius

- Spring Colours - 14. Beige

- Hufflepuff OTPs - Slash 1. Sirius/Remus

- Hufflepuff Challenge - 2. (action) Searching for someone or something

Spring Funfair

- Cocktail Bar - Margarita - Cointreau - (character) Sirius Black

- Paint a Rainbow - Purple 2. Boots

- Tree Planting - Spruce - 1. (trait) Confident

- Teddy Bears Picnic - Strawberries - (character) Remus Lupin

- Build a Birdhouse - Step 1. (character) Lily Evans Potter

Piñata

Medium - (Plot point) Seeing a stranger in the street a few times in a row (same stranger) - 5,179 words

Spring Quarterly

- 39. Lisbon - (object) Book

April Writing Club

- Written in the Stars - 5. (trait) Energetic

- Elizabeth's Empire - 22. (action) running

- Tv Spree - 9. (item) Mobile Phone

House Team Event

- Medium - Coffee Shop!AU