Sirius gave her a wary nod of thanks before looking to Peter and James with wide
eyes. Mia knew that look—hell, she had likely given it to Luna on more than one occasion,
thinking the girl mad.
"Oh, and you should really get the wrackspurts out of your head," Pandora said to
James.
Mia fell over in a fit of giggles.
"Wrackspurts?" James raised a brow at her.
"Yes, they get in your head and can make your brain fuzzy. They seem to reproduce
at an alarming rate when you're looking at.. ." Pandora's eyes drifted to Lily, who blushed
at first and then glared at James.
December 11th, 1976Mia held Remus tightly against her.
Locked within the confines of his four-poster bed, curtains drawn and charmed
shut with a one-way Silencing Charm put on them, the two ravished one another during
what was a rare moment alone. It was the last Hogsmeade weekend before the holidays,
which meant most of the school was down in the village shopping for gifts. As for the
Marauders, James had busied himself and Sirius with a last-minute Quidditch practice, and
Peter had been urged to "get the fuck out or face dire consequences" by Remus. Left to
their own devices, Remus wasted no time in throwing Mia onto his bed and divesting them
both of their clothing.
He could not possibly get enough of the girl.
Prior to provoking the Pack Bond, moments of intimacy spent with Mia had left
him aching, and not always in a good way. Certainly, their amorous activities wore him out
physically, which often kept the wolf at bay near the full moon, but knowing that she was
not his mate had his soul... itching for something he could never quite reach. Being with
her had been a constant reminder that he could not have her the way he wanted, nor could
he have whomever fate had apparently chosen for him.