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

120. With Homo

"Remus, I love you."

"Aw, thanks Padf-"

"NO HOMO."

Tears welled up in Remus' eyes, mere surface tension keeping them from spilling over onto his nose which would surely take the remains of his pride with it.

"lol jokes, with loads of homo."