A Literal Scrapbook

by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

59. Trust: Part II

Remus did not talk to Sirius for a week. A whole week. It's not as if Sirius didn't try to make contact, to try and tell him one more time that he was very, very sorry.

"Remus?" Asked Sirius mildly. "Please talk."

Remus merely continued with his Potions work.

"I miss you. I'm sorry." Repeated Sirius.

Remus swallowed bravely and kept his head down.