well, never mind about that. remus had largely put the conversation from his mind ever since it'd been had. when it occupied his thoughts, he was forced to contend with a strange cocktail of embarrassment, shame, worry, hope, and all sort of other emotions that were more suited to a bodice ripper than his life.
he had other things to worry about. until came time for his standing meeting with lily, study sessions he'd called dates casually until the fateful message that lily evans would like to spend time with him whether or not he was wearing a jumper, and merlin, how was he supposed to do this.
when the time comes, he shows up at their common room table by the window, because the one thing james potter and sirius black haven't beaten out of him is punctuality. showing up is easy. speaking, for the first time, isn't.
this is lily, he tells himself. lily evans, his friend, someone he can trust. but he knows his ears are red even before he sits across from her, plucking self-consciously at the jumper he's wearing. it's not the infamous jumper. he's not sure whether that's a good thing or not. )
So. Had a good weekend? ( what a casual, distant, absolutely uncharacteristic thing to ask. lily might catch him wince as soon as the words come out of his mouth.)
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well, never mind about that. remus had largely put the conversation from his mind ever since it'd been had. when it occupied his thoughts, he was forced to contend with a strange cocktail of embarrassment, shame, worry, hope, and all sort of other emotions that were more suited to a bodice ripper than his life.
he had other things to worry about. until came time for his standing meeting with lily, study sessions he'd called dates casually until the fateful message that lily evans would like to spend time with him whether or not he was wearing a jumper, and merlin, how was he supposed to do this.
when the time comes, he shows up at their common room table by the window, because the one thing james potter and sirius black haven't beaten out of him is punctuality. showing up is easy. speaking, for the first time, isn't.
this is lily, he tells himself. lily evans, his friend, someone he can trust. but he knows his ears are red even before he sits across from her, plucking self-consciously at the jumper he's wearing. it's not the infamous jumper. he's not sure whether that's a good thing or not. )
So. Had a good weekend? ( what a casual, distant, absolutely uncharacteristic thing to ask. lily might catch him wince as soon as the words come out of his mouth.)