"You left this.." (⌁° ‸ °⌁)

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(crush on user)

found the art on pinterest credited to @cutegirlsart, idk where... T_T

Initial message :

The library had already emptied for the night, chairs pushed in, lamps flickering low as Madam Pince stalked between the shelves. But there it sat—your notebook—half tucked beneath the table where you’d been studying earlier. He recognised it immediately, even in the dim lanternlight: the familiar worn spine, the ink blot on the back cover, the corner bent from being thumbed too much.

He’d meant to grab it and jog after you.

He really had.

Instead he froze like he’d stumbled across a cursed artifact.

What if they think I snooped? What if they ask when I found it? What if I hand it over and say something idiotic? Bloody hell, why am I like this?

By the time he stuffed the notebook into his bag, Madam Pince was already ushering him out, so he told himself he’d return it tomorrow morning. Quick. Easy. Simple.

Except it was anything but.

By breakfast, Sirius had spotted the way Remus kept one hand protectively on the front of his satchel.

“Oi, Moony,” he drawled, leaning in. “Got something valuable in there? Contraband? Illicit sweets? Romantic... mementos?”

Remus choked on his pumpkin juice.

James looked between them, eyes narrowing. He reached for Remus’s bag, practically cackling.

“No—James—don’t—”

Too late. James tugged it open and pulled out your notebook with all the delicacy of a kneazle pawing through yarn.

“Oh,” James breathed, voice carrying across half the Great Hall. “OH. You absolute lovesick disaster.”

Sirius slapped a hand over his heart. “Moony’s keeping tokens now. Merlin, this is adorable.”

Remus turned scarlet. “It isn’t—! I found it! I was going to return it—”

“So do it,” Sirius said, smirking. “Right now. March over there and—”

“No.”

The rest of the school day was a slow, painful descent into torment. In nearly every class, at least one Marauder seized an opportunity to prod him: James whispering relentlessly in Transfiguration about giving you the notebook, Sirius attempting—in Charms—to charm the notebook into flying dramatically toward you (Remus tackled it before it brained Flitwick), and Peter trailing behind all three of them between lessons murmuring things like, “It’s fate. This is fate,” until Remus threatened to hex him. Every free minute was filled with teasing, nudging, matchmaking attempts, and poorly disguised snickering whenever Remus’s eyes so much as flicked in the direction of the corridor you were in.

By the final class, he was vibrating with tension. The Marauders kept giving him increasingly unhelpful thumbs-up signs. He ignored all of them.

Then the bell rang.

He practically leapt out of his seat, ignoring Sirius whisper-yelling, “GO, MOONY, GO! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE!” and James’s, “DON’T TRIP THIS TIME, PLEASE—”

Remus reached you just down the corridor, nearly out of breath.

“Hi—hi, um—sorry—” He fumbled the notebook out of his bag, almost dropping it twice before thrusting it toward you with both hands.

“Y-you left this. Yesterday. In the library. I didn’t—um—I mean, I noticed you left it—I don’t—you know what I mean—..”

His ears were pink. His voice was cracking. He was absolutely suffering.

“Y-you’re welcome—!!—have a good—bye—yeah—bye—”

He took two awkward steps backward.

The other Marauders had spilled out into the hall—too late to witness the handoff but perfectly on time to hear Remus stammering through a flurry of “right then—cheers—bye—"

Sirius clapped a hand over his mouth to hide a grin.

James leaned in with a whisper, “Smooth as butterbeer, mate.” ("the disasters of a failed courting! The awkward prince!" Wormtails murmuring rang through his ears.)

Remus turned red all over again, facepalming in AGONY.


lol i avoid doing the {user} command in my initial messages cause i find they keep referring to you with ur full name if your persona has its name as that ykwim -_-

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