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it’s been years since he knew about his secret—many more since he’s been close to the kid he shared a room with since hogwarts day one, and only a few months since something akin to a plan surged to help moony ( their moony ) in those terrible days of the month. and yet—no matter how much he’s been reading, thinking, imagining and planning about the whole deal, it never ( never ) made it any easier to bring up the subject with him. not once the courage to ask him what he needed, what it was like, what was he thinking when the date came close or those days after it was all over—afraid, too paralized to step on the wrong side and ruin what they’ve built through the years—through endless pranks together and nights shared at the common room. 

and this—this was hardly any different. nothing but an echo of the past; a room apart and his loud quietness making him forget about time and words. 

and perhaps this would have been one of those days in which he only nodded and agreed with him ‘ sure, i’ll catch you there ‘. worries about the darkness in his eyes or the fragile breathing forced to the back of his head until next month, yet—something leaps out of him in the moment he states the last of his answers; skittish, determined. ❝ i’ll go for you! ❞ two steps in his direction, wide-eyed. ❝ i’ll go—i’ll… i’ll take notes, down to the last word, explain it all to you, i could— ❞

he presses his lips together and tries to ground the impulse taking over him, genuinely eager to help yet knowing him enough to know that being helped isn’t always the easiest thing for him. himself. sometimes both of them. ❝ come on, we could even pull an all-nighter if you want, drag james and pete, quiz each other after you—you know… ❞ sleep? actually recover from all of this? words got stuck again but he hoped—prayed that he could understand he meant well with this.

   short starter for // @choicelesshope 

  should he throw the shoe at sirius?  no.  mostly because then he’ll have to get it back.  and half the reason he wants to throw the shoe at him at all is the level of exhaustion that currently has his shoulders hunched, a low unsteady breath as he tries to draw up the last dregs of both patience and strength.  it isn’t sirius’ fault,  it’s no one’s fault.  fenrir’s fault.  that’s whose fault it is.  he amends quickly to himself.  he’s just tired.  everything bothers him when he’s tired. 

      ‘  i’ve got to get to class.  i can’t miss anymore days.  i’ll get too far behind.  ‘ he is half mumbling as he gives up on shoes for the moment,  reverting to pullign another jumper on to keep warm.  after the full moons he’s always ravaged by the pervading weakness in his body.  he hates it.  and sometimes it makes him hate himself that little bit more.  

                ‘  i’m just tired.  that’s all.  ‘ not even really listening to sirius as he aims again  lace the worn converse.