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remus lupin, sirius black

Who: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
What: Recovery
Where: Their house
When: Day after werewolf shenanigans
Rating: Lowish? Probably? Listen, I don’t know.

The night hadn’t gone spectacularly. It really hadn’t. Sirius hadn’t been strong or well enough to keep Moony to the small spot of woods, and there’d been no doors to go through. The result had been — hectic. And violent.

It hadn’t been the worst either, but that meant too little in the grand scheme of things, particularly when Sirius had had to sit up against a metal box the whole night, worrying about just what Remus would be doing to himself in there. He didn’t sleep. Of course he hadn’t. Not until the next day, after Stark had come and opened the box (or, more accurately, banished it from existence), helped get everyone home in the pieces they were in, stayed around while Sirius went to work with the best healing spells in his arsenal (and blimey, having magic back completely was nice) and then only hovered long enough for Sirius to tell him to go away.

Whatever had gone down the week or so before felt like it was over and Sirius felt — less like he wanted to throw up due to some sort of bug and only because he was anxious. It was a nice change, feeling like himself again. Hopefully everyone else in town felt similarly. But they weren’t his main concern and never really had been. He’d worry about that later. For now, it was about being there for Moony, curling up next to him and waiting in a half doze.