Happy Birthday, Remus!

Now you know how insanely obsessive I am. (If only Brennen Caldwell had a birthday. Someone should plague Kathy Tyers about that, you know. Then I could celebrate for both of the men I want to marry them.) Yes, I wrote Remus birthday-fic, because I had to & all that. I was sitting up on the computer at a completely unethical hour working on my layout and finally got the banner I have now, because that song ("Heaven Forbid", by The Fray, and it really is lovely) always reminds me of Remus, and things have to be Just Right you know. Can you tell I'm a wee bit obsessive-compulsive? And then I thought, hey, I kind of wanted to write something Remusy for his birthday, and I'd had this little bit of something floating around in my head (because March, sadly, fits Remus), and I wrote it. Imagine! I also got so carried away by the writing bug that I wrote several paragraphs in The Wise and the Lovely and seem to be nearly over the bump I was stuck on. (Okay, now I have to deal briefly with Greyback, but I can do that, right?)

Anyway. Birthday-fic. I didn't mean for this to turn out quite the way it did--I'm not sure how I meant it to turn out, but whatever it was, this came up and engulfed it. I rather like it when stories write themselves. It is also my first decently Marauder-centric fic. Enjoy. (And it is also here; reviews make me happy!)

( And March comes wetly in every year, and Remus thinks, because in his series of lonely grey houses and ill-fated jobs there is little to do but think, so he thinks about spring, which never really comes in March, because winter always manages to sneak up behind it and drown it all in cold, wet, grey wind and ice and wind; and how the wind tears around houses, diving through the rafters and laughing like a ghost. )