It wasn’t as though they hadn’t done this before… actually they did this quite often. Both boys, to keep the others from becoming suspicious, would sneak down to the empty Transfiguration classroom after hours for a few private moments of teenage carelessness.
Dorm life sucks, and they were forced to get creative.
Now only if Sirius had not forgotten the map.
Sirius: *first to arrive as per usual, shucks off his quidditch sweater and trousers while he waits for Remus to arrive*
*hears footsteps outside of the classroom*
Voice From Doorway: Lumos Maxima
Sirius: Fuck
McGonagall: *shocked* Mr. Black.
McGonagall: What in Merlin’s name are you doing on my desk? Please tell me this is not yet another highly inappropriate demonstration of your affections.
Sirius: …ew No, ma’am.
I- uh, I was–
I was studying.
McGonagall: Studying?
Sirius: Yes. I was studying.
McGonagall: And why, pray tell, must you bare yourself in order to study, Mr. Black?
Sirius: shit Uh, well….
Wool… is- uh-
It’s very itchy and distracts a studious… student, like myself, from focusing on this riveting passage that I am supposed to be learning from.
So I figure, why not just remove it and keep the creative…
juices *cringe* flowing?
McGonagall: From now on, Mr. Black, please refrain from studying in the nude.
McGonagall: Oh, and Mr. Black. Do ask your “study partner” to meet me in my office after he has collected himself as well.
You are aware that there will be punishment, correct?
Sirius: …. well played.
Remus: *bursts into the room, already half-naked* Sirius!
Sirius: *pales* Er… Remus…. *nods to McGonagall*
McGonagall: Must be chilly in your half-clothed state, Mr. Lupin. I suggest you put on a sweater.
Remus: *stutters*
McGonagall: I would appreciate you boys finding another classroom to… “study” in. And since you’re here… I’ll see you in my office in an hour… or so… Mr. Lupin.
in deathly hallows when harry and hermione go see james and lily’s gravestone and they see hundreds upon hundreds of messages scribbled on or around the grave that say “good luck harry!”, “here’s to the boy who lived” and others of the sort.
they all knew harry would come to see his parents, and everyone knew that in that moment he would grieve, just like they all did. All of those hundreds of people visited james and lily’s grave, and each one of them wanted to tell harry that although he was an orphan, he was loved by so many.
i also can’t help but think that the first message scribbled on there was “you are loved, harry” written by remus two nights after halloween. every visitor since has made their own addition over it, but if you look very closely near the bottom of the grave, you can see it. every full moon the message glows faintly.
//ooc: this is my favourite ever post is2g. I have been wheezing for like twenty minutes now.//
Remus: I have a little favor to ask you. Sirius is having a girl come to town this weekend and–
James: You need me to pretend to be your girlfriend for a double date. I get it. I suppose I could dust off the old peasant skirt.
Remus: No. Not that. Never that.
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