Remus Lupin, You Sassy Creature

James and Lily in a rainstorm. (burdgebug via instagram + deviantart)

like the beatles, but cooler. artofpan on tumblr

ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ he said he’s flattered..

McGonagall: I assume you realize this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in my classroom.

Sirius: Is there another type of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

where did these ideas about the marauders even come from like we know about 0.3% about them from the series

me talking about my grades and future ▶ 🔘──────── 00:00:01 me talking about Regulus and Sirius black and how they deserved better ▶ 🔘──────── 104:37:12

Remus: Look, Severus, I wanted to apologize for everything we said when we were younger. I really like having you around.

Snape: No, you don't.

Remus: I know. I have dreams where I staple your fingers to your face.

Remus: *talking to a girl*

Remus: Would you like to go to Hogsmeade-

Sirius: AWw is little Rem tryna get a date?? that's so CUTE

Remus: Hold on one second

Remus: *reaches in messenger bag for a tennis ball*

Remus: Fetch. *throws ball*

Sirius: *starts sprinting after the ball*

Remus: Where was I?

Mrs. Potter: I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded.

James: What about my job at the Quality Quidditch Supplies?

Mrs. Potter: Okay, fine. Other than work. And no owl.

James: My owl is sick.

Mrs. Potter: Then no wand.

James: I need my wand for school. Mrs. Potter: Then, no... uh... *glances at Sirius* No Sirius.

Sirius: What?! No Sirius?!

Mrs. Potter: NO SIRIUS!

The Story Of How Lily Evans Asked James Potter Out

Lily Evans was mad. She was very, very mad.

Why was she so mad, one may ask? Well, she was mad because of one sole thing. Or person, to be specific. And who was the unlucky person who was to endure her targeted wrath?

James Potter, of course.

She hated him. Absolutely hated him. From everything to his unnaturally sharp jawline to his stupid grin that made her go weak at the knees and the way he always absentmindedly chewed on his quill when he was deep in thought and his freaking Quidditch body (because, of course, he just had to have bloody perfect abs). She absolutely detested the fact that he was admired by all the first years and that he was so good at Quidditch and that he passed Transfiguration with ease. She hated that he was several inches taller than her, so that if they ever were to kiss (not that she would EVER fantasize about that, mind) she would have to stand on her tiptoes and he would have to bend down, letting his hands wander all over her in the process...

In short, she loved him.

Literally all her friends insisted this was coming, which wasn't encouraging, to say the least. How could Lily not fall for him, they all said, when the two were forced to spend time with each other in such close proximities? And since they were both Head Students, and literally lived together in their own private dormitory, it seemed to everyone else that any romance between them was, to put it lightly, inevitable.

The truthfulness of it all drove Lily absolutely mad.

But for some reason, she couldn't seem to get herself to completely care.

Because when she looked at him, or spent time with him for extended periods of time, she found it quite hard to be mad at him. It was so much easier to hate the idea of him and his perfect self than to actually hate him.

Marlene gave her no better advice for her predicament than "Ask Potter out."

So Lily, on a spur-of-the-moment decision (and a vivacious streak of pride) agreed. After all, Potter had constantly been asking her out since 5th year. Why couldn't she ask him instead?

So, mustering all of the bravery she could, Lily marched onto the Quidditch field one evening, determined to make Potter realize that she was exremely enamored with him once and for all. Quidditch practice had just ended, but James was still flying around on his broom by himself, diving and swooping in the evening air. Lily smiled, despite the nervousness bubbling up in her at what she was about to do. Walking closer, toward the edge of the pitch, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Oi, James!"

James swopped down toward her, grinning and waving. Lily could feel her own grin grow wider. Merlin, this boy...

He stopped in front of her, still on his broom, dangling a few feet in the air above her. He opened his mouth to say something, but Lily beat him to the chase. It's now or never. "James Potter," she said, forcefully, willing bravery to come to her aid, "will you go out with me?"

There were many possible reactions to her question Lily had imagined. A grin and a yes, maybe. Or (and these were the ones that scared her the most) abhorrent 'no's'. The best possible scenario involved kissing, hugging, and lots of smiles and a definite 'yes.'

What Lily did not expect was for James to faint and fall of his broom.

One moment he was hovering in front of her on his broom, completely motionless, and the next thing she knew, she was watching her crush topple unceremoniously off a twig and fall onto the ground.

Luckily the fall was only a few feet, but still.

"James!" Lily yelped, covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God! Are you - oh my God!"

James slowly stirred on the ground, and Lily felt immense relief. Throwing all caution to the wind, she wrapped her arms around him, burrowing her head into his chest. "Oh thank Merlin-"

"Uh, Lily?" James said thickly. "I may be imagining things, but-" he turned red "-did you a-ask me out?"

"I did ask you out, you tosser," Lily laughed. She poked him in the chest. "And you didn't give me an answer..."

"Wait, this isn't a dream, right?"

"No," Lily giggled. "Not a dream."

"Hmmm...." James teased, sitting up. "I'll have to check my calendar..."

"James!"

"All right," James said, grinning down at her. "I will certainly go out with you, Evans." He wrapped an arm around her waist and added smirkingly, "Although I am left to wonder what exactly changed your mind about me. Was it my muscular body? My wits? My humility?"

"All of them," Lily whispered up at him. And before she knew what she was doing, she kissed him shyly, her eyes closed, underneath the cover of the approaching twilight. She pulled back, blushing, not sure what to expect.

And that was when she realized that James had fainted again.

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