Title: Watching
Title: Watching
Author: carolion
Pairing: None, Remus/Sirius if you really want
Rating: PG
POV: Third, vague, Remus-centric
Summary: Remus always loved watching his friends play Quidditch.
Disclaimer: Do not own, not affiliated with, nor am I speculating anything about the Harry Potter series or any of the characters.
Author Notes: Old old old stuff,
Warnings: None.
Word Count: ~620
Remus always loved watching his friends play Quidditch.
Sirius and James were brilliant on brooms, both having learned to fly before they could walk. They were talented Chasers on the Gryffindor team, but even when they weren’t playing in a match Remus liked to sit on the empty stands, watching as they snatched a beat up Quaffle and raced to the pitch.
Peter was not so good that he could play on the team, but he often filled in as keeper for the boys when they wanted an impromptu practice. Remus would smile, wrapped up in gold and red scarves, cheering and clapping from the sidelines. It always filled him with a rush of warm joy to see his friends laughing, careless and free.
One time Sirius had coaxed him onto a broom. It was quite an experience, not as unpleasant as he had expected. Sirius had been on a broom nearby, talking softly and quietly, guiding his friend through the various movements of flying. Remus remembers how embarrassingly proud Sirius had been, bragging to the Prewitt brothers that he’d gotten Remus on a broomstick, and that he’d been good!
The werewolf smiled fondly at the memory, shaking his head.
If he had been good or not was debatable; surely Sirius’ affections blurred any objective opinion he might have.
Another memory of Quidditch bloomed in Remus’ mind, recalling one November night when Sirius dragged him off to the pitch in a right foul mood. He’d quarreled with James, see, and wanted to hit something. Hard. Remus was the lucky one who got to release the bludger.
He remembers that it was slightly drizzly and his skin felt cold and damp. They didn’t speak, even as Remus handed Sirius a bat, or when he freed the grumbling bludger from its bonds. Almost immediately there was the sharp, satisfying sound of bat meeting bludger. Sirius smashed the bludger over and over, each time it came whizzing back and Remus watched in fascinated horror.
Really, Sirius could’ve been a beater. Each swing was calculated and sure, the pure power and emotion poured behind each hit obvious. His face was a mask of dark emotion, a handsome scowl on his face. Briefly, Remus wondered if he’d always looked so lovely when he was mad, even as a child. It must have been terrible giving a young Sirius Black punishments. Remus knew he would’ve melted at once.
But then again, Remus Lupin had always had a soft spot for Sirius Black.
Embarrassed, the werewolf looked down at his scarred hands, which he realized were holding loosely onto the matching beater’s bat. Briefly, he switched his grip on the flat paddle, brushing his thumbs over the smooth wood.
“Remus!”
Sirius’ concerned shout brought his head up immediately. The bludger was hurtling towards his face, and before he even knew what was happening, Remus had lifted the bat and swung as hard as he could.
He was almost as shocked as Sirius when the bludger soared away, squealing.
“Blimey!” Sirius exclaimed, jumping off his broom and slinging an arm around the werewolf. “Do that on a broom and you’d make a blood brilliant beater!” Remus just barely restrained himself from complimenting his alliteration. Sirius was beaming.
“I’ve got to tell James! Stay here, don’t move…”
The young animagus bounded off to find their friend, apparently having forgotten that he was currently in a fight.
Remus smiled for a moment, pleased to know that he could help resolve a problem between his two best friends. The air was thick and cool, and Remus felt peaceful and content.
But then the bludger came screaming back and Remus almost forgot to swing.
Author: carolion
Pairing: None, Remus/Sirius if you really want
Rating: PG
POV: Third, vague, Remus-centric
Summary: Remus always loved watching his friends play Quidditch.
Disclaimer: Do not own, not affiliated with, nor am I speculating anything about the Harry Potter series or any of the characters.
Author Notes: Old old old stuff,
Warnings: None.
Word Count: ~620
Remus always loved watching his friends play Quidditch.
Sirius and James were brilliant on brooms, both having learned to fly before they could walk. They were talented Chasers on the Gryffindor team, but even when they weren’t playing in a match Remus liked to sit on the empty stands, watching as they snatched a beat up Quaffle and raced to the pitch.
Peter was not so good that he could play on the team, but he often filled in as keeper for the boys when they wanted an impromptu practice. Remus would smile, wrapped up in gold and red scarves, cheering and clapping from the sidelines. It always filled him with a rush of warm joy to see his friends laughing, careless and free.
One time Sirius had coaxed him onto a broom. It was quite an experience, not as unpleasant as he had expected. Sirius had been on a broom nearby, talking softly and quietly, guiding his friend through the various movements of flying. Remus remembers how embarrassingly proud Sirius had been, bragging to the Prewitt brothers that he’d gotten Remus on a broomstick, and that he’d been good!
The werewolf smiled fondly at the memory, shaking his head.
If he had been good or not was debatable; surely Sirius’ affections blurred any objective opinion he might have.
Another memory of Quidditch bloomed in Remus’ mind, recalling one November night when Sirius dragged him off to the pitch in a right foul mood. He’d quarreled with James, see, and wanted to hit something. Hard. Remus was the lucky one who got to release the bludger.
He remembers that it was slightly drizzly and his skin felt cold and damp. They didn’t speak, even as Remus handed Sirius a bat, or when he freed the grumbling bludger from its bonds. Almost immediately there was the sharp, satisfying sound of bat meeting bludger. Sirius smashed the bludger over and over, each time it came whizzing back and Remus watched in fascinated horror.
Really, Sirius could’ve been a beater. Each swing was calculated and sure, the pure power and emotion poured behind each hit obvious. His face was a mask of dark emotion, a handsome scowl on his face. Briefly, Remus wondered if he’d always looked so lovely when he was mad, even as a child. It must have been terrible giving a young Sirius Black punishments. Remus knew he would’ve melted at once.
But then again, Remus Lupin had always had a soft spot for Sirius Black.
Embarrassed, the werewolf looked down at his scarred hands, which he realized were holding loosely onto the matching beater’s bat. Briefly, he switched his grip on the flat paddle, brushing his thumbs over the smooth wood.
“Remus!”
Sirius’ concerned shout brought his head up immediately. The bludger was hurtling towards his face, and before he even knew what was happening, Remus had lifted the bat and swung as hard as he could.
He was almost as shocked as Sirius when the bludger soared away, squealing.
“Blimey!” Sirius exclaimed, jumping off his broom and slinging an arm around the werewolf. “Do that on a broom and you’d make a blood brilliant beater!” Remus just barely restrained himself from complimenting his alliteration. Sirius was beaming.
“I’ve got to tell James! Stay here, don’t move…”
The young animagus bounded off to find their friend, apparently having forgotten that he was currently in a fight.
Remus smiled for a moment, pleased to know that he could help resolve a problem between his two best friends. The air was thick and cool, and Remus felt peaceful and content.
But then the bludger came screaming back and Remus almost forgot to swing.