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Evan was the type to bring Barty soup whenever he was sick, while Barty was the type to shove Evan into oncoming traffic and insist it was a declaration of love.

At the front of the banquet hall, staring directly at them with an unreadable expression was Sirius Black

“I’d be happy to explain any day now if you could refrain from ogling my brother for a couple of minutes,”

He was going to sing a song about his ex-boyfriend in front of his ex-boyfriend. Why the fuck had he chosen Moon?

“Maybe I just missed you? Did you ever consider that?”

It was such a wonderful thing, having someone there to miss you even when you were barely five feet apart from them

There was no way Sirius missed him.  At least, not like Remus missed him. Like it felt as though he had a vital organ yanked from his body, and was forced to learn how to live without it.  As though he was shoved into a body of water head-first, unable to swim, longing for a single breath of air. Some days he felt Sirius’ absence like an open wound like he was unable to simply exist anywhere in the world when all he wanted was him.

It was laughable, in a sense. To hear that Sirius genuinely believed that he was dead to Remus. That Remus actually hated him at one point. Because how the fuck could anyone in the world hate Sirius?

“Sirius Black. Pleasure to meet you.”

All he knew was that he felt completely alone standing in this crowded room, which was suddenly hot, with not even James to speak with.