Idea: @GayTurtleSteve
Words: 502
Warnings: talking of death

Not jegulus but I don't give a damn fuck
(It's just Marauders and a little bit of Oliver Wood x Percy Weasley what-the-fuck-their-ship-name-even-was)

Remus was sitting behind his desk, waiting for the students to enter the class. He was teaching 7th years (If I did my math right) DADA. He then stood up and smiled, "Is everyone here?" He got accepting mumbling as a response. "Very well then" he closed the classroom door with a wandless spell. "Take out your books."

The class took their books out. Remus looked at them and waited for everyone, before he moved on. "Good afternoon" he began. He was teaching Gryffindors and Huffpleuffs, who nodded to him. "Today we will continue writing last time's essays" he then said, "Like I said yesterday, you may use the book as help."

The class took out their essays and continued to write. They chatted happily with each other. Remus heard laughing and turned to look. Oliver Wood was making jokes and funny faces just to make Percy Weasley laugh. It reminded Remus of Sirius. "This has to stop" he mumbled to himself.

He had to stop thinking about Sirius. Sirius was a massmurderer who had killed two of his bestfriends, he shouldn't think anything good about him. It had been 12 years, but Remus was still struggling to see only Sirius's worst sides. They had had their good times. It felt impossible to believe Sirius would do anything like that. Definently when you think how close James and Sirius were, it felt like a bad joke to say Sirius would have betrayed him. They had been like brothers. They had said that themselves. But apparently everything isn't how it looks like.

When he ended the class and students were leaving, Oliver came over to him. "Professor Lupin" Oliver said. "Yes, mr. Wood?" Remus asked and looked up to him. "Will you come to the quidditch game this Friday?"

And there it was. Now he was reminded of James. James had had a habbit of joking about him being a professor and sometimes called him professor Lupin. But what was even more of James was the question itself. James was always making sure everyone remembered to come cheer gryffindor. Remus had always rolled his eyes and said something like "Asks mr. definently-not-obsessed-with-quidditch-what-do-you-even-mean-by-that." It had always made James laugh.

"Of course I will come." Oliver smiled, "I'm excited to see you. I heard you were friends with James Potter, Harry's father. He is known for being obsessed with quidditch" then Oliver left and the classroom was empty.

Remus let tears fall down. Oh how much he hated Halloween ever sence the year 81. The Halloween on 1981 was his worst nightmare coming true. He lost everyone he had in one evening. He let himself cry.

Even after all these years, it was making him cry like a baby.