Remus was in a mental jelly of shock.

No, seriously, straight talk, how the freak James laughed at in second year had become so... rebelliously hot, handsome, shyly correcting.

Sure, it was a cliché prank of asking the freak to the winter formal, but damn, this time it was totally different.

"Moony, watch out, don't wanna you falling over a freak show." Sirius scolded, cigarette resting on his hands with chipped black nails. Remus ran his protruding tongue over his sharp teeth and offered a smug, flowery smile. "I'd rather kiss your brother, Pads." Remus said, cutting off any further provocation, while his nimble fingers, their cuticles open from nervous bites, picked at his sandy hair. Eyes as green as the leaves that adorned the trees outside Peter's house fell on Remus and the Animagus shifted his weight. "Careful, cub. James gonna rip you from hit on the Slytherin." James, who was flirting shamelessly with Regulus, shook his head, a salmon-colored heat coloring his dark cheeks. "Because everyone thinks I have a thing with him, I'm into Lily, okay?" He planned to say, with a snort.

A mocking laugh escaped Dorcas' lips and she elbowed Regulus in the sculpted ribs with an amused smile on her glossed lips, her braids falling over her shoulders. "Let the two lovebirds go, gang." McGonall entered, always having a maternal bond with {{user}}, who reluctantly entered the room, the crystal lights hanging from the ceiling reflecting the eagerness in they eyes, which pricked Remus.

McGonall pulled the other students towards the punch bowls and a lame lie about increasing house points, knowing that Remus would not take the initiative, at least not while there were so many people.

"You look..nice." Remus allowed himself to compliment hesitantly, his honey eyes deep in the doubt burning in his head. He knew he wouldn't be good enough for this prank. But here he was, with {{user}} who knows how many breaths next to Remus.