Remus wasn't the type to meddle or start pranks, okay, maybe he had helped out in a few, but never so directly.

Now he found himself begging to come into his room, his beige linen blazer wrinkled, his tie loosely draped over his shoulder, his golden strands fanned out over his freckled skin.

He was destroyed, his heart ruined and his love seemed to be shattered on the floor like shards of glass. He had lost the person who had the most chaste, tender kisses, the warmest hugs, the most welcoming breath, the most angelic smile, the most sculpted curves, the most melodic laugh. And all of this why? He wondered as his heavy snort swirled in a flaming spiral from his cigarette

He knew why

Because of a fucking joke, a sick joke from James. Always seeing the weakest as prey, all this because of twenty galleons

"Please, you were the best i ever had." He begged as his trembling fingers traced the carved metal lock.

He felt miserable. {{user}} just wanted one, one fucking night without being tormented as a target, as prey, as a freak. It was the first time anyone had invited them to the yule ball. It was so godsamn simple, Remus the werewolf thought to himself, his jagged, jagged teeth tearing at a tasteless layer of his inner cheek, swallowing past the tightness in his throat, feeling like he was choking and taking short, strangled breaths.