"SIRIUS ORION BLACK!" Remus Lupin shouted, drawing the attention of several. The use of Sirius' full name - ironically, the Hunter and his Great Dog - was enough to make the man let go, and fall back, stumbling. Remus caught him by the collar and grabbed his skinny - oh god, Sirius was so breakable like this, Padfoot - wrist.
Remus swallowed, looking at Snape - who glared unpleasantly and was entirely hostile, a look Remus hadn't seen directed at him or near him in many years - while holding onto Sirius tightly. "I'm sorry," he blurted. "Terribly sorry, Severus."
He shook his sandy head, frustrated, the scars on his face standing out in livid, irritated red on pale, slightly freckly skin. "Sirius, I need to talk to you. Now," and dragged him off.
And then, when they were a good distance away, he turned the focus of his attention onto Sirius, who was still too stunned to struggle, and began to shout in a strangled sort of whisper. "Sirius! Stop it! Yes, Severus and I have a deal for the Wolfsbane Potion. He's promised to make it if I help him out for this barbecue. This one! My side of the bargain is completed after today." He stumbled, and realized his hands were shaking, brushing Sirius' clothing.
"I'm fine, you know," he said, quietly. "I'm terribly - I'm so glad you are back from - and you're welcome to be protective." Remus held up a hand, palm facing away, to stall Sirius' immediate objections, feeling the ghost of a wry smile tug at his mouth. "I know what you're going to say. You're going to say that I should have told you about this sooner, so that it was not such a shock, or at least so Snape wouldn't have a weapon to use."
He glanced at the grass at their feet, then looked up, directly and penetratingly into Sirius' grey, grey eyes.
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Date: 2006-08-08 03:56 am (UTC)Remus swallowed, looking at Snape - who glared unpleasantly and was entirely hostile, a look Remus hadn't seen directed at him or near him in many years - while holding onto Sirius tightly. "I'm sorry," he blurted. "Terribly sorry, Severus."
He shook his sandy head, frustrated, the scars on his face standing out in livid, irritated red on pale, slightly freckly skin. "Sirius, I need to talk to you. Now," and dragged him off.
And then, when they were a good distance away, he turned the focus of his attention onto Sirius, who was still too stunned to struggle, and began to shout in a strangled sort of whisper. "Sirius! Stop it! Yes, Severus and I have a deal for the Wolfsbane Potion. He's promised to make it if I help him out for this barbecue. This one! My side of the bargain is completed after today." He stumbled, and realized his hands were shaking, brushing Sirius' clothing.
"I'm fine, you know," he said, quietly. "I'm terribly - I'm so glad you are back from - and you're welcome to be protective." Remus held up a hand, palm facing away, to stall Sirius' immediate objections, feeling the ghost of a wry smile tug at his mouth. "I know what you're going to say. You're going to say that I should have told you about this sooner, so that it was not such a shock, or at least so Snape wouldn't have a weapon to use."
He glanced at the grass at their feet, then looked up, directly and penetratingly into Sirius' grey, grey eyes.
"And you'd be right, Padfoot. You would."