#c:remus15

[mary-whoisleft]

not my intention // remus & mary

The Gryffindor common room was lively that evening. It had come about spontaneously, as the best nights do, starting with some spread out groups studying or having soft conversations finding their way together with a few exchanged stories and some laughs. Before long, the area near the fireplace was crowded with lions willing to take off one night from their work to enjoy time with their fellow students.

Mary, of course, had started in the middle of the crowd, feeding off of the energy bouncing around the room. But she had been suddenly struck with a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. This lovely moment wouldn’t last; in fact, it would be over sooner than she thought. And with each that ended, it was one closer to being her last ever. Something that, one would think, would make her want to stay and soak it in while she could. But now she was in some sort of mood, and she worried she would quickly become a downer is she didn’t deal with it.

Popping up from where she had been curled on the floor, she started to maneuver her way around the mass. Just as she managed to breech the perimeter, she nearly ran into Remus, who had been headed down from the boys’ dorm.

“Hey there,” she said, grabbing his arm with a light grip as she passed by. “I know everything that’s going on in this room right now seems very exciting. But, any chance I can convince you to come with me for a smoke?”

@remus-whoisleft​