"Remus, what are you wearing?"
It's Saturday, the day they go in to Hogsmeade for a drink and probably a shitty sandwich. Both have completely given up on panicking and trying to keep their routines private.
"I don't know. A jumper of course, maybe my red one. Or the navy one," Remus says, his back turned to Sirius as he looks in his section of the chest of drawers, pulling out items of clothing.
"Hm, I'm thinking about my Nirvana tee, but I can't find it." Sirius has the actual wardrobe to himself. When he first began attending Hogwarts, his clothes weren't exactly of abundance, but after coming to terms with the fact that his parents could not control him and he was always correct when thinking they were horrible people, thirteen year old Sirius took the money that his parents sent him weekly and went with James and Mr and Mrs Potter to go shop for some new outfits during the Easter holidays and he took quite a liking to the black t-shirts and ripped jeans, as well as those clunky boots. His style hasn't changed much since then, except now he refined the art of rock style and has added his own personal touches of the occasional pink laces to contrast with his black shoes. Now his wardrobe is near to bursting while Remus, Peter and James share the drawers and keep some clothes in their cases.
"Have you checked on the floor of the wardrobe? Half the things are there because there is no space to hang 'em."

Sirius kneels down on to the floor and begins to search where Remus had suggested, sighing in relief when he finds it.
"You're a genius, thanks. D'you think it'll be cold?"
"Oh, of course not. The weather is just so tropical and warm, what a delight," Remus says dryly, gesturing towards their window that gives a beautiful view of Scotland's usual grey sky. You can almost smell the rain.
"Alright, sorry, but I could just be like Elsa, can't I? The cold never bothered me anyway." Sirius gathers his clothes and walks to his bed, shutting the curtains as he stands near it, covering his body as he undresses. Remus ends up deciding on the red jumper, coupling it with worn blue jeans and the first pair of sneakers he sees.

Remus takes his battered black sneakers from beside the door and pulls them on, hopping as he balances. He eventually gives up and sits on the floor, tying his laces in his own fancy way he learnt from a crappy YouTube video when he was twelve because he could no longer be arsed to bother with the painstaking process of it and end up with uneven bows.

Sirius is still doing his hair. Staring at himself in the mirror, he brushes his hair wth the utmost care and Remus almost finds it breathtaking, except his standards are high when it comes to 'breathtaking' things when Sirius is in the room.
"What a masterpiece..."
Remus chuckles quietly at Sirius as he looks at himself in the mirror. He turns only to see Sirius meeting his eyes in the reflection.
"What a masterpiece..." he says once more, and Remus faces his shoes again, not needing to say something back. Sirius prefers the silence he can put in people by just being honest.

As Remus descends down the stairs (a few seconds before Sirius) and enters the common room, James from his space beside the fireplace winks at him. Many people are staring at James; they always are, but it seems like for the first time, Remus is noticing the occasional whispers, one of them being 'I still can't believe he goes to the same school as us!'. That comes from a third year boy who's sitting in the same armchair as his disgruntled friend who agrees far less enthusiastically, not too chuffed to have him obsessing over some poofy-haired seventh year.

"Ah, it's colder than I thought," Sirius says, shivering as he wraps his leather jacket closer around himself.
"So the plan of being Elsa failed, did it?"
"N-no, because to succeed, you need failure."
"So you did fail, just not that much."
Remus stands beside him as they walk, trying to make this whole situation as platonic as possible to the unknowing eye.
"Fuck off."

"If were being entirely honest here, the only good thing about the Three Broomsticks is Butterbeer and that's it. Their lunches and dinners are absolutely revolting!"
Remus nods in agreement.
"And their desserts. Fucking churros look and taste like a condom filled with shit," he spits, almost gagging at the recollection of when he was so excited to find out they had desserts when he was fifteen and ordered a plateful of churros, only to be disappointed with their rubberiness. How it's possible to make a churro that rubbery, he doesn't know.

Remus can hear the faint click of cameras and Sirius very noticeably winces.
"Of bloody course," he mutters angrily. They sort of fucked the whole idea of lunch and chose to get ice cream from Florean's branch in Hogsmeade, but they seem to have picked the wrong place because even at the back they're visible from the wide window up front.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I can shut the blinds if you please?" the flustered girl at the counter asks, already shuffling out from behind. Sirius makes a small comment of a yes and a thank you. The girl, who has just pulled down the baby pink blinds as well as popping her head out of the door and talking to the reporters out there, looks extremely apologetic, and both Remus and Sirius feel a bit uncomfortable: they wish they didn't make people feel like they way they do.

There's only a small scattering of Hogwarts students in the ice cream parlour, mostly because it's a cold day and not many people actually wanted to go out and make the walk to the quaint town of Hogsmeade. Of course, there's a few stares they get from the adults who came for a frozen treat or a coffee with a friend, but both of the boys try to tune out the rest of the world and focus on them.
"Sometimes I wish we never started," Sirius says as he calmly digs his spoon in to his cup of Salted Caramel Crunch ice cream.
"Filming?"
"Yeah. It's not that it's not fun, and it's not that it's rewarding because it is, it's just, have you seen everyone?" Sirius lowers his voice towards the end and Remus doesn't even have to look around to know what he's talking about. They get these stares where people look once, turn away, then look back again. After three years, they've gotten used to it, but now that they're soon deemed to leave Hogwarts, it will only get harder once they step in to the real world.
"I know. But let's not think of them. Today we ignore them and live like normal teenagers."
Remus' smile is infectious and Sirius finds himself mimicking his facial expression.

"Hey what's up you guys, yes," James and Peter say in a low tone as they both sit with straight faces before they spill over with giggles.
"I've always wanted to say that!" James exclaims happily.
"Me too!" Peter laughs, a proud grin still on his face.
"Ok, ok," James breathes, composing himself as he gets back in to character, Peter too, "we're are about to be talking a mind-blowing, a hundred percent factual conspiracy theory. The conspiracy theory of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. We've gathered information from those fairly new pages on Insta and from our own knowledge."

"A little bit of background information on Remus Lupin and Sirius Black: the first met when we were eleven because we shared a dorm. Still do, unfortunately, but ya get used to it. Um, anyway, they met when we were eleven and immediately were good friends. Remus really wanted to kill Sirius," James claims with no true evidence, other than his word. Well, it's true that Remus threw a really heavy book at Sirius during first year because he wouldn't shut up, and it would've given him a concussion if Sirius hadn't coincidentally been holding a pillow to his face.
"Which obviously builds a strong foundation for a sturdy friendship," Peter mentions plainly, "and throughout the years, that bond has grown."
"Yes, drastically. We have evidence from this photo right here, where stupid, betraying Sirius is snuggling up close to Remus instead of me, the great prat," James hisses, holding up a photo to the camera. It was back in fourth year when Hogwarts students took a trip to Paris and they begged Professor McGonagall to take a picture of them in front of the Eiffel Tower. The only reason the professor was reluctant to obey was because she was certain they were going to talk a good ten minutes trying to make the one picture perfect. She was correct. The end result was James holding his arms out wide as if he was presenting the monument and Peter smiling normally, holding some pastry in his hand while Sirius had his arm slung around Remus' waist as he did a very exaggerated peace sign. Remus just stood very awkwardly.
"But of course, this was back in the day and we have far more compelling evidence."

They proceed to bring up more pictures and theories from fans and even put forward their own theories as well as admitting they both ship it hardcore. When Remus and Sirius come back, they can sense that something's a bit off.

"What did you lot do?" Sirius asks suspiciously, kicking off his shoes.
"Oh, nothing!" Peter and James chorus.
Yes, how believable.

Remus takes off his shoes too and falls on to his bed, closing his life just to relive his day with Sirius.

Sinking in to a certain paradise in a world where things only go wrong is so utterly calming.

this is the end of part one! first of all, i just want to say thank you for one hundred followers! well, one hundred and two now! i don't think i've ever been more ecstatic. legit, i was replying to someone's message on my board about getting a hundred followers and when i checked the three notifications i had got while writing it, i noticed that i had got that one much-awaited follower! yay! second of all, i also wanted to say thank you for all the support. everyone's so nice and it makes me so happy! love ya! still super happy. i hope this chapter wasn't too painful to get through lol, and it was somewhat enjoyable. i hope part two will bring a lot more excitement.
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