eclecticmuses April prompt: Torn
torn || 160 words || k
"I'm sorry, Moony," Sirius said, holding the jumper out toward Remus tentatively. "I tried to fix it..."
The scraps of worn chocolate brown fabric were barely recognizable as a jumper at all anymore. Sewing and mending charms were clearly not Sirius' forte. Neither, apparently, was contrition. He had obviously tried to fix the thing; that much was true. But he didn't look like he was honestly sorry one bit. Remus assumed he was just apologizing because he knew he ought to be sorry because it was, or at least had been, Remus' favorite jumper. It once belonged to his grandfather and it had served as a sort of security object for him since he was very small. And now he didn't have it anymore. All because Sirius, as Padfoot, had gotten a little too playful.
"It's fine, Pads," Remus murmured. He felt miserable about it, but he didn't want to make Sirius miserable, too. "It was just a stupid jumper."
"I'm sorry, Moony," Sirius said, holding the jumper out toward Remus tentatively. "I tried to fix it..."
The scraps of worn chocolate brown fabric were barely recognizable as a jumper at all anymore. Sewing and mending charms were clearly not Sirius' forte. Neither, apparently, was contrition. He had obviously tried to fix the thing; that much was true. But he didn't look like he was honestly sorry one bit. Remus assumed he was just apologizing because he knew he ought to be sorry because it was, or at least had been, Remus' favorite jumper. It once belonged to his grandfather and it had served as a sort of security object for him since he was very small. And now he didn't have it anymore. All because Sirius, as Padfoot, had gotten a little too playful.
"It's fine, Pads," Remus murmured. He felt miserable about it, but he didn't want to make Sirius miserable, too. "It was just a stupid jumper."