When he passes it over, their fingers brush momentarily, and a rush of electricity runs up Sirius’ arm at the contact. ![]() Remus’ face is disturbingly blank when he takes a sniff, and Sirius doesn’t know whether to take it as a personal win or just take it personally. With one last reminder to be cautious, Slughorn passes a vial of pre-made amortentia around the class, watchful of any possible misbehavior. As long as Remus is his, nothing else matters. It doesn’t create real love, Slughorn had warned them, to the visible disappointment of about half the class, but Sirius doesn’t need real love. Who wouldn’t fall for kind eyes, sharp jaw, skin like copper and a smile blinding enough to take out an entire army? He wouldn’t wish an infatuation with Remus Lupin on his very worst enemy.Īs Slughorn drones on about the dangers of amortentia, Sirius quietly debates the ethics of drugging your best friend/crush/possible soulmate with a love potion. And really, he can’t even be blamed for his behavior. It is, without a doubt, certifiably insane to go ballistic over something as silly as a few longing glances in the hallway between classes, but it’s not like Sirius has ever been known for his stellar mental well-being. ![]() ![]() Twenty-four people that weren’t Sirius looked at Remus today. Still, desperate times call for desperate measures, and his situation is growing increasingly dire. In fact, he would probably rank it somewhere between setting half of Hogsmeade on fire and waking Lily up before seven on a cumulative list of his worst ideas.
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