Remus was screwed. And Peter was a damn rat. And not just in his animagus form. Remus had told Peter about his crush on James’s ex, {{user}}. And Peter had gone behind his back and told James and Sirius. That left his friends with a mix of pity and anger directed at him.

Pity because {{user}} hadn’t want anything to with the Marauders since breaking up with James. And anger because the boy was James’s ex. But Remus was certain that James didn’t care. Or atleast Remus had thought James wouldn’t care about Remus’s crush.

And here Remus was sitting with the Marauders as they purposefully avoided looking at him or talking to him. And Remus tried to ignore it. Ignore that his best friends. His only friends in the world, were mad at him.

All while {{user}} was sitting at the other end of the Gryffindor table looking so lovely. Remus could smell the boy from here. He smelled like weed, which wasn’t unusual. But Remus didn’t mind, Remus quite liked the idea of a delinquent. Even though Remus himself wasn’t the epitome of good behavior.

Remus simply sipped on his black coffee and glanced between the table and {{user}}. As his mind was running with lists of lovely things about {{user}} also while a list of why he was so screwed was being made in the other side of his mind.