𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄!

"Kids!" Ivan shouted, approaching them rapidly. Callisto immediately slapped Remus' chest lightly and he let her down, although a bit abruptly. The girl collapsed to the ground and let out a small squeaking sound in surprise, getting up as fast as she could.

"Hey, Ivan! Lovely weather we're having, right mate?"

"Callie, the wind tore out a bunch of trees." The man answered, looking at the girl suspiciously. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, she's great." Remus snickered, receiving a stern look from the man. "Ehm, sir Professor."

"Yes, I'm great. I'm perfect."

"Good to know." Ivan sighed, checking his watch. "You should be at the Great Hall by now. Didn't you hear the announcement?"

"What announcement?"

"The one about the Quidditch matches." Ivan hinted, his scrutinizing gaze lingering over the two students. "Why were you carrying her?"

"It's an inside joke." Callisto blurted out, slapping Remus' arm. "It's rather silly, so we shouldn't bore you with the details. Right, Rem?"

"Yes, absolutely silly."

Ivan shook his head, "No, it sounds entertaining. Do tell."

"Well, ehm..." Callisto started, clearing her throat. "Remus has arms, a shocker, I know. I have arms as well, so I was thinking 'how funny would it be if we..."

"If we carried each other everywhere, of course." He covered for her, Callisto nodding in agreement. "It's good exercise."

"Really good for the biceps, and the triceps and... the shoulders, yes." The blonde mumbled, Ivan's eyes filled with disbelief. "In fact, I've gotten so strong from this, you wouldn't believe it! Lupin's like a feather to me."

"That girl has muscles."

"I can't tell if you two are fucking with me or not." Ivan murmured. "Pardon the language."

"No please, don't feel pressured to conform to lingual norms, professor." Remus stated, patting the man's shoulder amicably. "Go swear words, go!"

"Fuck!" Callisto cheerfully exclaimed, raising her hands in fists. Ivan just looked even more concerned if that was possible. "So, we should be going in. See you later, ehm, bitch?"

"Go swear words, go!" Remus muttered a bit more weakly, opening the door and pushing Callisto inside. With one last smile he slipped inside the Hall and the pair hurried over to the Gryffindor Table, refusing to look behind them.

"Huh, you two fucked." Sirius accused, pointing at them with his finger. Lily's head snapped to the pair, inspecting them.

"No, we're abstaining." Callisto smoothly replied. "What's happening here?"

"As many of you know," Dumbledore started, his voice booming in the hall. "The Quidditch final matches for this year's House Cap are fast approaching. Up to now, the two final teams are Gryffindor and Slytherin."

There were claps at the hall and James pulled out the bullhorn from the seat next to him, letting out a loud wolf-whistle.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore smiled. "Now, in those difficult times, it is important to build long-lasting bonds of friendship with our fellow witches and wizards. And what better way to do it over a sport that unites us all?" There were a few whispers at the question, all eyes focused on the man. "For this reason, the two final teams will have the honor to play with one of the most acclaimed teams in Europe. Let's welcome the proud sons and daughters of Durmstrang!"