#and then the directors shout “CUT” and then remus is actually still alive and he was just killed bc of plot actually ☝️🤓

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Frostbite - Dec. 3rd - word count: 277 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The world was quiet, muffled under a thick blanket of snow that stretched across the cemetery. 

Trees stood bare, their skeletal branches trembling in the icy wind. 

Sirius Black sat on the frozen ground, the cold seeping through his coat and into his bones. Next to him stood a simple headstone.

Remus John Lupin, beloved friend, scholar, and soul.

The noiret didn’t know how long he’d been there. Hours, maybe. Long enough for the sun to sink below the horizon, leaving behind a wash of gray twilight and the sharp bite of winter air. 

His fingers were numb, but he didn’t care. What were numb fingers to a numb life?

“You’d call me an idiot,” he muttered, his breath misting in the air. “Sitting out here like this. You’d tell me to go inside, make some tea, stop wallowing.”

“I thought we had more time,” he continued, voice cracking. “It wasn’t fair.”

“Sirius.”

The voice startled him. Sirius turned to see James standing a few paces away, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat. 

“It’s freezing out here,” he said. “You’ll get frostbite if you stay any longer.”

The dog animagus sighed. “I’m fine, James.”

“No, you’re not.” His best friend stepped closer, his boots crunching in the snow. “Come with me, mate. Please.”

“I can’t leave him,” Sirius whispered.

James sighed, crouching beside him. “You’re not leaving him, Padfoot. He’s not going anywhere. You’re wasting away, Sirius. He wouldn’t want that. You know he wouldn’t.”

The older man’s shoulders sagged. “It’s not fair, Prongs. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“I know,” James said quietly. “But sometimes, it's better to move on.”

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