Alright Guy/Girl Who Plays Lupin,

I’m off for the night, so I’ll respond to your response in the morning.

To the rest, good night!

messr-remus-john-lupin:

Remus was surprised, but he nodded. “I’d like that… As long as we can go to honeydukes. I need my chocolate.”

Did Dorcas just ask him out? Or was it just as friends? No, he was pretty sure it was a date. Then again he hadn’t as much experience as his friends did. Maybe he should clarify? No, that’d be stupid. It was a date. Maybe.

“So, er, anyway, perhaps we should get to work then. You can only put it off for so long…”

“Honeydukes is a given, of course! Oh, and Zonko’s. I absolutely need to pick up a Fanged Flyer, I’ve been wanting one for ages.” Dorcas was grateful Remus accepted her offer, though why wouldn’t he? She was very desirable, right? Right. Absolutely, 100%.

“Ah ah ah,” she answered, holding out her finger to shush him. “You can only put it off for so long. I, on the other hand, can put it off forever if I so chose. Besides,” she continued, shrugging earnestly, “You’re so smart, not to mention handsome and funny and…uh…you have really pretty eyes. I think you’ve got this one on your own.”

“James and Sirius picked one up last week. I think Lily confiscated it, though. Granted, it did try to bite her in the ear… Anyway, they work well. I saw that they were coming out with a new version of dungbombs that go in water. I’m almost afraid to see what we’ll thin of with that one.”

Remus was caught off guard by her compliments and blushed deeply.  ”Oh. I. Thank you. You’re very pretty yourself. I. I’m sorry. I’m bad at this.” He reddened further and ducked his head.

“Well I’ll have to see if she’s not using it. I won’t let it anywhere near her ears, I swear.” Dorcas’ eyes went wide at the ideas of Dungbombs that could be submerged in water. She wasn’t a Dungboms kind of girl, but even so, you have to respect the kind of mayhem that that could produce.

“Ooh! I know. You should put them in the toilets. Not the main bowl-y part, the little behind-the-toilet-box-thing. Just not the girls’ toilets. I mean it, if I have to hear Moaning Myrtle complain about Dungbombs on top of everything else, I swear I’ll throw myself off the astronomy tower.”

Dorcas was a bit taken aback by Remus’ obvious embarrassment. “You know I was only trying to get you to do the assignment on your own, right? I mean, not that you’re not handsome, just, you know, ulterior motives.” 

reg-black:

dorkass:

Dorcas walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a plaster, wrapping it tightly around the womb. As she turned around to leave, though, she noticed Regulus practically suffocating himself with a pillow.

“Are you okay there, uh…Regular? Do you need some help or something?”

Regulus simply shook his head, eager for Dorcas to leave. Dropping the pillow into his lap, he covered his face with his hands, his head tipped downwards.

“Well alright then,” she remarked, nearing the door. “I guess I’ll see you around then. Thanks for the, uh, help.”

messr-remus-john-lupin:

dorkass:

messr-remus-john-lupin:

Remus laughed. “Actually, I’m pretty sure that Peter tried that last month and just got detention instead. I was actually thinking about doing telephones. We learned about them last semester, so we’d already have a head start.”

He looked over at her face, still smiling, to see her reply. She was a pretty girl, he thought absently. And she seemed to be relatively smart and funny. He wondered why she wasn’t dating someone — and if Sirius had ‘conquered’ her yet or not.

“Telephones are fine. They’re actually pretty simple, just wires and whatnot.” Actually, Dorcas realized, she didn’t actually know much about telephones at all. Or, for that matter, much of muggle technology. She wondered if she’d have learned about it had she gone to muggle school, and strangely felt a bit lonely.

“Oh! I know what we should do for our presentation. We should have the class play Telephone. That’ll be loads of fun!” Ecstatic at the idea (which would have the wonderful side affect of eating up presentation time), Dorcas began jumping up and down in her seat. This project was shaping up to be better than she expected!

Remus laughed out loud at her enthusiasm. It felt almost contagious, making him feel happy in general. It was nice to be able to be around someone who made him feel that way and still be able to actually get a bit of work done.

“That’s fine with me. It might actually keep everyone awake while I’m talking about how it works — all the wires and whatnot. And I think we could bring in an old phone to show everyone what it looks like. I think my dad may have one.”

“Great, I’ll have mum send me a phone bill!” Dorcas giggled along with Remus. He was a lot more fun than she expected, probably because there wasn’t a gaggle of friends surrounding him. “You know,” she offered, “this is the most fun I’ve ever had with a prefect. I’m starting to think you’re not half bad.” On a…well, Telephone-related high, Dorcas decided to throw caution to the wind. “In fact, I’d be willing to go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend.”

Remus was surprised, but he nodded. “I’d like that… As long as we can go to honeydukes. I need my chocolate.”

Did Dorcas just ask him out? Or was it just as friends? No, he was pretty sure it was a date. Then again he hadn’t as much experience as his friends did. Maybe he should clarify? No, that’d be stupid. It was a date. Maybe.

“So, er, anyway, perhaps we should get to work then. You can only put it off for so long…”

“Honeydukes is a given, of course! Oh, and Zonko’s. I absolutely need to pick up a Fanged Flyer, I’ve been wanting one for ages.” Dorcas was grateful Remus accepted her offer, though why wouldn’t he? She was very desirable, right? Right. Absolutely, 100%.

“Ah ah ah,” she answered, holding out her finger to shush him. “You can only put it off for so long. I, on the other hand, can put it off forever if I so chose. Besides,” she continued, shrugging earnestly, “You’re so smart, not to mention handsome and funny and…uh…you have really pretty eyes. I think you’ve got this one on your own.”

reg-black:

dorkass:

Sucking on her left thumb, Dorcas entered the infirmary. “Madame Pomfrey, do you have a plas-” Dorcas stopped midword when she realized that Madame Pomfrey was not in the infirmary, which was only occupied by a Slytherin boy lying in one of the beds.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the plasters are, would you? Sliced myself open in Herbology and it won’t stop bleeding.” She held out her thumb to show him the long gash, which was still spurting blood as if she had just sliced it open. “Oh my god, what if I sliced open an artery or something?”

Regulus shifted, pushing the blanket further down towards his knees.

“There..” He nodded his head towards a shelf besides Pomfrey’s desk.

Awkwardly, Regulus pulled a pillow from behind himself to somewhat cover his face. He could only hope he didn’t look too horrible. Though Pomfrey had said he was getting better and would be released the next day, he still felt odd and had trouble sleeping. He must be as smelly as Filch; he hadn’t showered while staying in the Hospital Wing.

Dorcas walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a plaster, wrapping it tightly around the womb. As she turned around to leave, though, she noticed Regulus practically suffocating himself with a pillow.

“Are you okay there, uh…Regular? Do you need some help or something?”

Sucking on her left thumb, Dorcas entered the infirmary. “Madame Pomfrey, do you have a plas-” Dorcas stopped midword when she realized that Madame Pomfrey was not in the infirmary, which was only occupied by a Slytherin boy lying in one of the beds.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the plasters are, would you? Sliced myself open in Herbology and it won’t stop bleeding.” She held out her thumb to show him the long gash, which was still spurting blood as if she had just sliced it open. “Oh my god, what if I sliced open an artery or something?”