Fragmented You
Fragment Two
Queerditch Challenge – Regulus/Remus, chalk and a scarf
"It's like dust."
Remus stared blankly at the dark haired boy bent over the table. He was suppose to be tutoring Regulus in preparation for the fifth year O.W.L exams (headmaster's request), but the boy was more fascinated by the Muggle chalk than by scrolls and spells.
"Compressed dust, actually," resigned Remus, sitting down in one of the chairs. It was chilly in the barren classroom, the west wing not receiving much sunlight on a Saturday afternoon. In the distance he could hear shouts from some boys (no doubt a couple friends of his) playing Quidditch.
From across the table Regulus glanced up, chalk forgotten. "Are you cold, professor?" There was an almost evil smirk resting on his lips, and Remus suppressed a shiver. "You are," continued Regulus, reaching over into his school bag and pulling out a black and green wool scarf. Remus held his breath as the younger boy leaned over the table, looping the scarf around his neck.
He didn't let go of the ends, and Remus didn't get to tell him any more about chalk.