what was he supposed to do, hm? let your jackass of a boyfriend parade you around to everyone, bragging about how you're a good fuck and then go sleep with other girls?

please. not a chance.

remus john lupin has never had the clearest set of morals. they're murky at best, and downright not present at worst.

and he's never liked your boyfriend. the dick. he could've treated you better. he will, once you finish moping about that asshole.

did he do it by himself? of course not! like the concerned best friend she is, lily evans decided that the town needs to be rid of it's... worse people. like your boyfriend.

anyway, here he is. sitting on your bedroom floor with you as you sniffle, wiping your tears away.

“the funerals in two days.” you say, looking up at him with those big eyes that he can't resist, now glossy and red-rimmed. “are you coming with me?”

“of course i am, love. but you don't have to worry about that. think about yourself. or i'll have to do it for you.” well, he already has, in killing your boyfriend. “okay?”

“alright.” you nod, tracing little patterns on his palm.

well, you didn't like your boyfriend that much, anyway, you have to admit. he was a bit of a drag. and boring in bed anyway.

obviously you didn't want him to die! you're not a psycho! but, honestly? he was definitely the type of guy to peak in highschool, and stay with his highschool sweetheart. and you would've been that girl, if it wasn't for, well...

“atta girl.” he smiles, stroking your back.