remus lupin is finally at peace. (moonstricken) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-10-13 15:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-10] october, remus lupin, sirius black |
Who: Sirius Black & Remus Lupin.
What: When duelling practise goes wrong.
When: 13 October 1979, sometime before Tabitha's post.
Where: The Order safehouse.
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Remus felt the duelling rotations were a good addition to the Order, and he hoped that everyone was getting as much use out of it as he had hoped. Just attending classes were good, but sometimes more hands on approaches were necessary for improvement. This would be a short week for him, however, with the full moon coming up -- in fact, it was tomorrow -- and Remus wanted to make sure he got one duel in before he had to be stuck in bed for a few days. Knowing that he could get a little aggressive with spells this close to the full moon, Remus made sure to pair himself up with one of the guys to duel, ending up with Sirius. He found himself now in the Order's safehouse, standing a short distance across from Sirius as they prepared for their duel. "Well, are you ready?" Sirius had been on a decent high all week. Despite the overhanging desperation, they were starting to feel slightly productive again and that made him happy. Besides, usually they fought when they were angry so this would make a refreshing change. This was something he was a lot more comfortable about knowing this was going to get competitive and therefore, get fun. "That depends, Lupin." He said, jovially. "Are you ready to get your arse kicked?" He walked backwards a few strides, playing with his wand idly. This was supposed to be practise for out in the field against real Death Eaters, so what was a few brutal curses between mates? Raising a sceptical eyebrow at Sirius, Remus couldn't help but smirk at his confidence. "You seem so sure that it's not going to be the other way around, considering past experience," he commented. "But I'm certainly ready to prove you wrong." After what happened in the battle at Hogwarts, Remus wanted to focus on his silent spell work this go around -- icing over his own wand was not an experience he wanted to repeat. He was half tempted to hit him with a spell before bowing as you should in any formal duel, but this was hardly formal, was it? He pointed his wand at Sirius and cast a silent Confundo in his direction, followed with Furnunculus. "Well, I do try not to hurt you -- usually!" Sirius wasn't really trying to be threatening (probably a good thing considering the abysmal job he was doing) but to be playful so they could relax and not over-worry themselves while pointing wands. If Remus could do that more, he'd be a happier man. Of course, he was too busy thinking this when he got hit with a silent spell, which prompted shaking off and meant he ended up with boils. That certainly ruffled his feathers, but it gave him a moment to think of something, anything, to throw back. He was not going to get beaten in a duel by Remus Lupin. He went for the Conjunctivitis Curse, hoping to stall him for another minute or so. Bloody confounding. The situation would have been funny, and Remus might have laughed at Sirius for getting hit with the spell, if Sirius hadn't retaliated -- he tossed up a shield spell to reflect it, taking a few steps back. "Not quite fast enough," he taunted, although it had been a very close call. Remus cast Impedimenta at him next, knocking Sirius off his feet and sending him flying backwards. He took that time to regain the ground he lost, moving in closer to Sirius so his aim could be better, aiming his wand and casting Incarcerous, vines springing out from his wand in an attempt to ensnare Sirius. "If speed is all you have going for you, I feel for your fiancée." Sirius made a face when he through up a shield, not that he really wanted to hurt him, but he was just getting into the spirit of things. As, apparently, was Remus considering he found himself on his backside. It didn't particularly hurt but it did knock the wind out of him. He wasn't quite so dazed that he forgot how much Remus liked to tie him up, so his shield went up just in time. Well, if he wanted to play dirty with just taking him out in five seconds flat, he was perfectly happy to up the game and sent an silent Incendio to the ground (well, it actually went to about shoe level but it was hard to aim something like that correctly) where Remus was standing. That should heat things up. Remus cursed when he felt the fire ignite on his shoes, pointing his wand down at his feet to put the flames out, muttering "Aguamenti!" The water drenched his shoes and the ground, but at least it put the fire out. So, Sirius wanted to play with fire, did he? Remus turned his wand back on Sirius and he smirked, making sure to say the spell out loud for the sake of irony and so Sirius knew exactly what was coming. "Silencio!" It was a rather harmless spell if one was able to reply on casting spells without magic, but for someone like Sirius, he knew it would make him angry. Which, in retrospect, might not be one of his best ideas. Sirius took the time it took for Remus to put himself out to stand up and brush himself off. Not something he normally did in a fight (he wasn't duelling Narcissa, after all), but he wanted to take a moment to survey a slightly wet Remus. The retaliation wasn't what he'd desired. It wasn't particular effective or inventive. He whipped up a shield and shot his friend a dirty look, "Remus, if you're not going to try, this is useless. Come on." He sighed, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. This was proving to be hopeless. They couldn't use the same curses on each other without risking hurting each other badly. In theory, duelling was easy; disable the wand arm and knock unconscious. Easy squeezie, right? In practise, particularly practise with Remus Jane Lupin, was proving to be less than easy. "For fucks sake, most of your species are ripping out peoples body parts and what you come up with is Silencio?" Of course, out of everything Sirius said, Remus only focused on the one part that offended him. "Species?" he repeated, the anger clear in his voice. "Piss off, don't call me that." Fine. Fine. If Sirius wanted him to try, then it wasn't his fault if he got hurt. If Sirius wanted to insult him and taunt him, then he was asking for it. He didn't like injuring his friends, especially when he wasn't even provoked -- he supposed rising to the bait was just what Sirius wanted, but he didn't care. If he wanted to fight rough, then that's what he'd get -- Remus pointed his wand, growling out a blasting curse in Sirius' direction. Oh-ho! That got him, didn't it? Of course, he hadn't actually meant it the way it came out (he rarely did when it came to Remus), but if this is what got him using the right sorts of spells, all the better for it. The shield went up mid spell, meaning he hissed audibly as it hit him to the side. Well, at least he didn't have to worry about hurting him now. Instead, he gave a short laugh, "Don't tell me you're getting sensitive about it now. It was one thing when we were sixteen but we're getting on a bit now. Besides, you seemed fully accepting when you decided to chomp Lestrange." He punctuated the end of the sentence a leg locker sent right at him. It seemed that with every word that left Sirius' mouth only made Remus angrier and angrier. How dare he? He knew that Sirius had always been one to speak first and think later (or at least start thinking if he got in trouble for what he said, anyway), but to say these things to him when they were just practise duelling? As it were, Remus was so furious that someone who was supposed to be his friend was saying these things to him that he barely even knew what to say. However, Sirius hadn't left him any chance to respond with the leg locker curse, sending him falling over to the ground when he was unable to balance himself without the movement of his legs. Remus pointed his wand at his legs and cast, "Finite Incantatem," before getting up to his knees, throwing a second blasting curse at Sirius to give him time to stand back up to his feet. He snarled -- an animalistic sound that was very much from his 'species' -- and he cast a slashing curse at Sirius. Sirius grinned to himself in a rather contented way. This was much more like it. He was pretty sure he wasn't about to hold back on him now and maybe one day, that was what was going to help keep him from spilling his guts again. He didn't want to do any real damage that would hurt them if they got called up for something tonight (you never knew when the alarm would go up), but he wasn't going to be a ponce about it either. His shield charms were definitely coming in handy and needing the improvement, but they seemed to function well enough to deal with a moody werewolf. That said, the noise jarred him slightly. He wondered idly if that was the kind of noises Marlene got from him and it was a distracting enough thought that the second almost hit, sending adrenalin through him from moving. This was definitely more like it. "Don't you know it's rude to growl at people, even from the end of your leash? Do we need to talk about muzzles now?" He shouldn't be having this much fun pissing him off, but he couldn't deny he was. He was so sensitive that it was nice to just not worry about it. He fired off the jelly fingers curse, something in the back of his mind reminding him that you're supposed to disable the wand arm. He might win this after all. "Shut. UP!" Remus shouted in his anger, intending on casting another blasting curse at him, but before he could retaliate, the jelly fingers curse hit his wand arm and he lose grip of his wand. As it clattered to the floor, he didn't think to try and pick it up with is other hand to use a counter spell, and instead he fell back onto his basic instincts. He lunged for Sirius, and even though his right hand was useless at the moment, he used his arm to knock aside Sirius' wand arm, enabling Remus to tackle him right to the ground. He clenched his left hand into a fist, bringing it down hard directly onto Sirius' face -- and he felt the satisfying crack of Sirius' nose beneath his fist. His jaw was clenched to the point where it actually ached, perhaps as a subconscious reaction to avoid actually biting Sirius at this point, but there was nothing to stop him from closing his hand around Sirius' throat, watching him with a savage look in his eyes. Now that was something he hadn't been expected. It was an unwritten rule of duelling that you didn't take things physical, at least not when you were doing it with friends or family. He felt the pain go through his arm when he knocked it, reverberating through the bone. A sufficient distraction considering he then promptly slammed him in the face, which for Remus was becoming a habit (he had no desire to look like Snape, thank you very much) and not one he particular liked. "What the-" He started, but he ended up with hands around his neck instead. That was when he started to really panic! He brought his knee up and gave it a hard push between his legs. It was, if you'll pardon the expression, a knee-jerk reaction. Remus realised what he was doing almost as soon as his fingers closed around Sirius' throat, but he'd only just started to let go of him when Sirius kneed him between the legs. He made a strangled, pained noise, rolling off Sirius before he collapsed on top of him, curling up on the floor instead. Shite, that hurt. That more than hurt. Remus squeezes his eyes shut and tried to breathe, but he didn't re-open them again. He didn't want to look at Sirius -- what could he say? Sorry? Somehow, in this case, he didn't think a simple apology was going to cut it. Although he had gone much farther when he fought against Marius Lestrange, he felt this incident was much, much worse. This was Sirius. This was one of his friends. If he couldn't control himself... damn it, he had been doing so well. He sat up slowly, but he still didn't look at Sirius. "I think -- maybe we ought to call it a day." Remus Lupin, king of the understatement. Sirius sat up the second he could, fumbling for his wand to heal his nose. The taste of blood at the back of your thought wasn't an overly pleasant one. He coughed a few time to calm himself down; much as he hated to admit it, it had shaken him. He wasn't used to that kind of behaviour from him this side of the mood and it made him feel edgy. "Yeah," He said, hoarsely, before getting to his feet and practically bolting out of the room. He was not about to hang around for round two. Remus winced when Sirius ran out of the room, feeling sick and ashamed of himself. He was running away from him. At some point along the way, Remus had lost control of himself; he had let anger at Sirius take control of him and he had gone too far. Remus didn't want to go home, not yet -- he didn't know if he could be in the same flat at Sirius right now, let along think of what he was going to tell Marlene. It was bad enough that he had scared Sirius; Remus didn't think he could ever stand to see her afraid of him, too. There was no doubt in his mind that Sirius was going to run off and tell James, at least, and Remus didn't want to begin to imagine how that conversation might go. |