𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓

"Me? Nothing. Though, I reckon something could get in you by the end of the day." He mused, looking down at her. Callisto snorted, amusement glinting in her eyes. Yes, something was definitely up with Regulus Black but why should she be the one to burst his bubble of happiness?

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On the other side of the castle, Remus Lupin was enjoying his 6 minutes of peace and serenity before the rest of the Marauders would come bursting in the Common Room from lunch. Every day, he was able to sneak out a few minutes later to clear his head from all the crazy ideas his friends were throwing left and right with absolutely no context, but also to remind himself that he was probably the cause of all the stupid plans they came up with. Among flying cakes, bludgeons on fire and chairs that moaned every time you sat on them, Remus hadn't processed Carter Brendon shaking his hand in front of his face erratically.

"What do you want, Carter?" He questioned tiredly, looking up at the blond boy. Carter was what could only be described as the stereotypical jock in every muggle, coming of age movie. He even insisted on wearing his Quidditch jersey every day, despite the fact that nobody really cared about how he used to be the Gryffindor Seeker until Ramona Cooper demolished his ass in the tryouts.

"You're good with a wand." Carter stated, making Remus raise an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't know, but sure." He responded dryly, already regretting leaving James, Sirius and Peter behind. The more he looked at Carter, the idea of moaning chairs became even more appealing, especially if it meant he would see Slughorn's face once he sat down.

"What?" Remus titled his head to the side, getting more fed up by the second. "Anyway, that's not the point, Lupin. I got in a fight with two pricks this morning and I need a second Gryffindor for the duel. What do you say?"

"No." The young werewolf enunciated. "I say no."

"Perfect! See you at the Black Lake at 12 o' clock sharp!" He clasped his hands together as he headed up the dormitory staircase. "BRING YOUR A GAME, LUPIN! THOSE DICKHOLES ARE GONNA PAY!"

"Man, economy is getting crazy!" James exclaimed as the three Marauders stood by the entrance of the Common Room. "Even dicks have to pay..."

"Do you think size will matter?" Sirius pondered, plopping on the couch before putting his legs on the table. "Because if bigger dicks pay more, my Gringotts vault will be empty in a week..."

"Nobody thinks what you think, Padfoot." Peter sighed, shaking his head for what seemed to be the thousandth time since he woke up. "Now tell us, what did Brendon want?"

"To join him in a duel against some guys he got in a fight with." Remus explained, stifling a yawn. "I declined, but once again, he didn't hear me."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Carter Brendon is right." James startled them all, his lips pressed in a tight line. "We, Gryffindors, have to stick up for each other, mate."

"Even the stupid ones?"

"Especially the stupid ones." Sirius sided with James, both nodding in agreement. Remus looked at Peter, hoping that he would be the voice of logic, only to be met with a completely expressionless face. Call it peer pressure or a moment of complete stupidity, but Remus groaned and rubbed his temples with his fingers, already knowing he was going to regret agreeing to this.

"Fucking Gryffindors..."

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"Fucking Gryffindors..." Regulus hissed as him and Callisto walked out of the Castle. Their uniforms had been swapped for normal clothes, comfortable enough to move around in. If it was up to her, she wouldn't have bothered changing from her pajamas, but Regulus had quickly dismissed that idea by saying that her baby pink shorts and shirt didn't match the aesthetic of the duel. So, there she was now, dressed in all black as if she was going to a funeral as Regulus sauntered right next to her with his hands shoved in the pockets of his black jeans.