The Last Marauder
Noise clattered through the unusually cluttered, grotty old bar. Patrons chattered and cheered and celebrated by the caskful. Happy for any reason to drink the night away, they gossiped and played and bustled about, unmindful of the grungy slump of rags bent over the bar. The old bartender eyed them with reproach as he set an old bottle of brandy down by the rags.
"This'll be all for you now boy. I don't need you adding to these're idiots mess."
"Mercy, Aberforth, I'll need more than this tonight. Just tonight, if you would please."
"What for? So you can get a head start on your monthly ailment and howl in my pub instead?"
The rags flinched at the blow. Aberforth looked at him and sighed.
"You can take the spare room above when you're done, but I want you out by lunch and not a moment later. And you can take care of your own mess. But you're not getting another bottle out of me, you hear?"
"My thanks."
The bartender grunted at him and moved on, yelling at the cheerful lot and shooing out the vomiters and glass breakers. Remus chuckled thickly at them, staring morosely at a stained copy of the Daily Prophet. He raised his bottle with wet eyes and a grim smile.
"To being the last Marauder. May James and Peter rest in peace. And never find out their damned bet was right."
He chugged it down and slammed it onto the paper. His old friends' face laughed maniacally at him through the amber hue.
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