It was now a week into February and Kendra was still refusing to acknowledge Remus and get back together with him. The others were all completely sick of Kendra's stubbornness and so feelings in the group were not absolutely harmonious.
"And what does the spell Gemino do?" Professor Flitwick asked the class.
Remus and Kendra put up their hands simultaneously, the only two in the class to do so.
"Mr Lupin," Flitwick chose, pointing at the boy with sandy hair and waiting expectantly for his answer.
"Well Professor, Gemino-" Remus started, before being cut off by a loud voice saying-
"It duplicates the target object!"
"Mrs Jackson!" Flitwick said sharply, "Kindly refrain from calling out in my classroom."
Kendra's cheeks felt like they were on fire, "Sorry Professor," she muttered, embarrassed.
Remus looked at her apologetically, and when she realized he was looking at her she raised her head and glared at him stonily. He shrugged at her obstinacy before turning back to his own work. He was so sick of her! Why couldn't she just accept that she was wrong?!
She would be ready to understand one day, he reassured himself. But why couldn't she just do it now?! Why was she so damn stubborn?
"How do you make an object into a Portkey?" Flitwick asked the class again, seeing Kendra and Remus' hands go up once again. "Mr Lupin," he said firmly, eyeing Kendra pointedly, making sure she understood not to answer.
"You say the incantation Portus," Remus answered, seeing Kendra mouthing the answer out of the corner of his eye. Unfortunately for her, Flitwick had seen this as well, "Detention, Miss Jackson, at eight o'clock sharp tonight!"
She scowled at him and nodded sullenly.
He noticed Lily and Mel giving her confused looks and found a piece of scrap paper in his bag. He muttered a few charms to make his writing appear on all of James, Sirius, Peter, Lily and Mel's parchment.
Hey guys, he wrote, waiting a couple of seconds before the others started, and began writing furiously.
Hey, Lily replied quickly, her quill still able to write down the professor's notes.
Merlin, Moony! You scared me there! Sirius wrote.
Sorry, he replied apologetically.
I'm sorry about what happened with Kendra, Mel wrote.
Yeah… I don't get girls, he replied, I mean, I didn't ask for Flitwick to call on me!
Don't worry about her, she'll come around eventually, Lily responded.
Uh-huh, but how long do I have to wait?
Moony, can I copy your notes? James asked.
God James! Honestly, when will you learn to make your own?! Remus replied exasperatedly, rolling his eyes at James' laziness.
Yeah, um, Moony… about those notes Sirius wrote.
Don't tell me you need them too?! Remus wrote back.
Peter's set them on fire, actually, Lily wrote.
Wha- Oh shit! Wormtail you idiot! Remus replied.
Sorry mate! Peter wrote.
Remus, Flitwick's calling on you again, Lily wrote.
Shit! Alright guys I am officially ending this now! It's too distracting! And our exams are coming up soon, too! Remus wrote back worriedly.
You're rambling, Moony, Sirius replied cheekily, giving his friend a cocky grin when Remus glared at him.
Geez, PMSy much? Sirius responded.
For your information, Padfoot, I am a guy and guys do not have periods! Remus replied furiously.
Moony, Flitwick's waiting for you to reply, Sirius wrote.
Oh shit…
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"Alright guys, let's do this!" Sirius said, tapping a pair of drumsticks enthusiastically. One, two, three, four…
Peter came in on the bass guitar and James began playing his electric guitar in the background.
And then Remus started singing…
I bleed it out.
Go, stop the show.
Choppy words and a sloppy flow.
Shotgun opera, lock and load,
Cock it back and then watch it go.
Mama help me, I've been cursed,
Death is rolling in every verse.
Candy paint on his brand new hearse.
Can't contain him, he knows he works.
Fk this hurts, I won't lie.
Doesn't matter how hard I try.
Half the words don't mean a thing,
And I know that I won't be satisfied.
So why, try ignoring him.
Make it a dirt dance floor again.
Say your prayers and stomp it out,
When they bring that chorus in.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out.
I've opened up these scars,
I'll make you face this.
I pulled myself so far,
I'll make you face this now.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away.
I bleed it out,
Digging deeper just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away,
Just to throw it away.
I bleed it out.
I bleed it out.
They were all breathing heavily by the end of that, and Remus even more so. Singing this song with the other three Marauders always made him think of Kendra.
I bleed it out
Digging deeper just to throw it away
Wasn't that just what he was doing?
Fk this hurts, I won't lie
It did. Why couldn't she see what she had done to herself? Out of their group, she had taken Chloe's death the hardest. She had reason to be sad - her best friend had been murdered! But why couldn't she understand that Chloe wouldn't want her to be moping about in misery?! She would want Kendra to be active and to be enjoying life to its fullest, like Chloe hadn't had the chance to.
The Marauders had formed their band when they had first come to Hogwarts and found that the main thing they had in common was that they all played a musical instrument. Aside from the fact that they were boys and were also all wizards, of course. Sirius played the drums, probably as an act of rebellion against his parents and Peter played the bass guitar. He had always found that this instrument suited Peter, as he was always in the background much like the bass, but he was crucial to the rhythm of the songs they played. James played the electric guitar. Well of course, he thought, smiling wryly, James would want to be in the spotlight, but after discovering at an early age that he could not sing in tune to save his life, he took up the guitar, and then progressed to the electric guitar in an attempt to save his spotlight.
And he sang. Everyone who had heard him said he was a natural, which was not many because he had forced the others years ago to set up silencing charms on the doors whenever they practiced. They were going to make their debut performance, after six years, at the seventh year graduation ball. Because of this they had been practicing a lot more than they usually did.
He sighed ruefully, when would Kendra come around?
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