𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"I heard her." Dorcas chuckled, turning to the blonde. "Yeah, I'd love to."

"Wicked."

"Look at us all!" Lily smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Who would have thought I'd end up getting with Potter? Or that Dorcas and Marlene would confess their feelings for eachother? Hell, who expected that Remus would finally start dating Callisto?"

"Literally all of us." Marlene answered, trying to bite back a laugh. "Like, everyone in this school."

"Oh..."

~ ~ ~

"I KISSED HER!" Remus announced, bursting in the dorm. Sirius and Peter both looked up from a game of wizarding chess, identical shocked expressions on their faces. "I kissed Callisto!"

"There he is!" Sirius exclaimed, tackling Remus to the ground. "It was about time!"

"You're not planning to start avoiding her again, are you?" Peter joked, a wide grin on his lips. "Because if you do it, she might actually murder you."

"No, I-I really like her." Remus smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up. "How do I ask her out?"

"Okay, so remember everything Prongs was doing for six years?" Peter asked, receiving a nod. "Don't do any of that."

"But Prongs got with Lily in the end." The werewolf pondered, pacing up and down the dorm. Sure, James' techniques hadn't always been successful, but in the end, he was the only one with a relationship out of the four. So, how bad could his method be?

"Hair as red as the pits of hell,
eyes as green as an emerald scene!
I wish she was mine; she's really divine!
The lady with the white lilies!"

Remus didn't have to think of anything other than the horrendous poem James had written for Lily in their fifth year to woo her, after he found out that she enjoyed muggle poetry. When Lily heard it being recited loudly in the Great Hall, she didn't know whether to laugh at how horrible it was, or cry of embarrassment.

Perhaps using James for inspiration wasn't a good idea after all.

"You can go up to her and be like," Sirius strutted up to Remus and ran a hand through his hair. "Claire, you, me, the stars and food. What do you say?"

Peter snorted, "It sounds like you're inviting yourself to their date, mate."

"I would never." Sirius smirked mischievously. "Okay, how about going up to her and saying 'Hello love, would you like to go on a date with me?'"

"That's embarrassing." Remus deadpanned. "Who even says that?"

"Literally everyone." Peter answered, the game of wizarding chess long forgotten at the new source of entertainment.

"Everyone is stupid then."

"Well, you have to ask her out somehow." Sirius stated, plopping down on the bed. "You can't just write her a letter and hope she doesn't find it lame."

Remus stopped right on his tracks, turning to look at Sirius as if he had just figured out the solution to the world's deepest questions.

"Sirius Orion Black, that must be the smartest thing that's come out of your mouth all those years!"

"You have to be shitting me."

"What about his idea to blow up the moon?" Peter questioned, deep in thought. "I found it great."

As much as Remus claimed he wanted to forget this incident had ever happened, he was rather fond of Sirius' plan to destroy the moon so he wouldn't transform into a werewolf anymore. It had happened when they first got drunk on a few bottles of wine in James' house and at the time, it sounded like the single smartest thing in the world.