Twitching wings
Title: Twitching wings
House: Hufflepuff
Challenge: Weather
AN: Post-Ootp.
Night is a world on its own.
It has its rhythms, sounds, depths.
Night doesn't like to be disturbed.
So he's careful to be as quiet as he can, seated on a bench, face towards the clear, too open sky. Where the stars's presence is telling him that tomorrow will be a nice day.
Men aren't meant to be alone, but he shouldn't be thinking about that.
A deep breath. He isn't far enough form the house to pretend he doesn't remember.
Remus laughs, a sort of breathless, silent, desperate laugh, and thinks, one day I'm going to grow wings.
House: Hufflepuff
Challenge: Weather
AN: Post-Ootp.
Night is a world on its own.
It has its rhythms, sounds, depths.
Night doesn't like to be disturbed.
So he's careful to be as quiet as he can, seated on a bench, face towards the clear, too open sky. Where the stars's presence is telling him that tomorrow will be a nice day.
Men aren't meant to be alone, but he shouldn't be thinking about that.
A deep breath. He isn't far enough form the house to pretend he doesn't remember.
Remus laughs, a sort of breathless, silent, desperate laugh, and thinks, one day I'm going to grow wings.