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bluegeekTitle: Belated Birthdays
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exiled_mind
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Inspired by the April 8th prompt over in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wellymuck.
“A present?” Remus was perplexed, unsure of whether to be pleased or suspicious. “What for?’
“For your birthday, of course.” Sirius beamed at him and dropped the gaily wrapped box into Remus lap.
“My birthday was over a month ago, Sirius,” Remus gently reminded him. We had a party, cake, lots of firewhiskey… Don’t you remember?”
“Course I do. Well, most everything prior to the drinking, at least. And I definitely remember telling you that I only had part of your present.”
Remus reddened slightly. He certainly remembered that part.
“And here is the rest,” Sirius finished.
Amused, and partly expecting an explosion of some sort, Remus untied the bow and raised the top of the box to reveal its contents. Raising an eyebrow, he lifted out a t-shift and shook it to unfold it so he could read what was printed on the front:
I love the rain the most.
Turning it over, Remus saw that the back had a picture of two boys, one with dark hair, the other with honey brown, pressing close together so as to both fit underneath a small umbrella.
At the bottom of the box was an umbrella, one of the small, collapsible kinds.
“To replace the one I broke.” Sirius grinned at Remus, and leaned over for a kiss.
Title: Spring Cleaning
Author:exiled_mind
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Inspired by the April 10th prompt over inwellymuck.
After James and Lily died, Remus had taken upon himself, despite Albus Dumbledore’s worried protests, to pick through the wreckage of their home for anything worth saving. Anything he could pack away for little Harry.
There wasn’t much.
Soon after, amidst further protests from well-meaning Order members, he’d done the same for Sirius’ flat. Here, he hadn’t had to worry about unstable flooring or broken glass, but had felt he was in danger of a different sort.
Despite having moved out several months prior, Remus had still found mementos of their life together – a forgotten jumper, his favorite cereal in the cupboard, a small pile of forgotten books – that tugged at him and threatened his vision several times as his eyes became misty.
He couldn’t bring himself to blame the dust.
After completing both sorrowful tasks, Remus had found himself completely put off of cleaning for quite some time. He filled his days with helping the Order to round up the remaining Death Eaters, attending to any business that was asked of him by the Headmaster, and trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life now that it was no longer defined by the war.
After the initial few months of worry and trials and rumors, the Wizarding world began to settle down into a tentative peace. People finally began to believe that the worst was over and that a new world was upon them.
Remus found it difficult to share in their gaiety.
Having yet to decide how to fill his time, but unable to sit in his tiny, dingy flat and stare at walls, he’d finally changed into his oldest clothes and begun to clean.
First he dusted and mopped and repaired that broken footstool. Once his apartment was spotless and as sparkling as it would ever get, he realized how empty it was. So he unpacked the boxes of books stacked in the corners that he never gotten around to taking out, and laid a worn quilt across the back of the sofa. He set the clock on the wall to the appropriate time, and informed the cuckoo bird that 3am was most decidedly not an appropriate time to treat the world to a rousing yodeling session.
He left the pictures in their box, and pushed it into the very back of his closet, stacking blankets atop it.
And with his little world around him clean and orderly, he sat down on the sofa with toast and tea, and began to reorganize his future.
Cleaning and organizing his thoughts and emotions, he knew, would take far longer.
Author:
exiled_mindRating: PG
Author's Note: Inspired by the April 8th prompt over in
wellymuck.“A present?” Remus was perplexed, unsure of whether to be pleased or suspicious. “What for?’
“For your birthday, of course.” Sirius beamed at him and dropped the gaily wrapped box into Remus lap.
“My birthday was over a month ago, Sirius,” Remus gently reminded him. We had a party, cake, lots of firewhiskey… Don’t you remember?”
“Course I do. Well, most everything prior to the drinking, at least. And I definitely remember telling you that I only had part of your present.”
Remus reddened slightly. He certainly remembered that part.
“And here is the rest,” Sirius finished.
Amused, and partly expecting an explosion of some sort, Remus untied the bow and raised the top of the box to reveal its contents. Raising an eyebrow, he lifted out a t-shift and shook it to unfold it so he could read what was printed on the front:
I love the rain the most.
Turning it over, Remus saw that the back had a picture of two boys, one with dark hair, the other with honey brown, pressing close together so as to both fit underneath a small umbrella.
At the bottom of the box was an umbrella, one of the small, collapsible kinds.
“To replace the one I broke.” Sirius grinned at Remus, and leaned over for a kiss.
Title: Spring Cleaning
Author:
exiled_mindRating: PG
Author's Note: Inspired by the April 10th prompt over in
wellymuck.After James and Lily died, Remus had taken upon himself, despite Albus Dumbledore’s worried protests, to pick through the wreckage of their home for anything worth saving. Anything he could pack away for little Harry.
There wasn’t much.
Soon after, amidst further protests from well-meaning Order members, he’d done the same for Sirius’ flat. Here, he hadn’t had to worry about unstable flooring or broken glass, but had felt he was in danger of a different sort.
Despite having moved out several months prior, Remus had still found mementos of their life together – a forgotten jumper, his favorite cereal in the cupboard, a small pile of forgotten books – that tugged at him and threatened his vision several times as his eyes became misty.
He couldn’t bring himself to blame the dust.
After completing both sorrowful tasks, Remus had found himself completely put off of cleaning for quite some time. He filled his days with helping the Order to round up the remaining Death Eaters, attending to any business that was asked of him by the Headmaster, and trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life now that it was no longer defined by the war.
After the initial few months of worry and trials and rumors, the Wizarding world began to settle down into a tentative peace. People finally began to believe that the worst was over and that a new world was upon them.
Remus found it difficult to share in their gaiety.
Having yet to decide how to fill his time, but unable to sit in his tiny, dingy flat and stare at walls, he’d finally changed into his oldest clothes and begun to clean.
First he dusted and mopped and repaired that broken footstool. Once his apartment was spotless and as sparkling as it would ever get, he realized how empty it was. So he unpacked the boxes of books stacked in the corners that he never gotten around to taking out, and laid a worn quilt across the back of the sofa. He set the clock on the wall to the appropriate time, and informed the cuckoo bird that 3am was most decidedly not an appropriate time to treat the world to a rousing yodeling session.
He left the pictures in their box, and pushed it into the very back of his closet, stacking blankets atop it.
And with his little world around him clean and orderly, he sat down on the sofa with toast and tea, and began to reorganize his future.
Cleaning and organizing his thoughts and emotions, he knew, would take far longer.
