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[ 09.24.1976 ]

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arden had noticed that the marauders had not been in class. well, they were almost guaranteed to be late to classes at least twice a week, but it wasn't her business. well, it wasn't her business until ivory hue had come up to her in transfigurations.

"professor, i feel ill. might i go to the hospital wing?" arden asked, hand still raised.

"join me in the corridor, miss campbell," mcgonagall answered. and with that, arden rose from her seat and walked swiftly out of the classroom. "why?"

"there's someone i need to talk to, professor."

"best get on with it then, scurry along."

"thank you."

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rushing through the door of the hospital wing, arden was met by sirius black. specifically, his rock hard chest. 

"ah dammit. watch it..."

"arden. arden campbell."

"oh. OH! you're— oh merlin— ah fuck— okay. um, hah, why are you here?"

"oh, uh, remus? is he here?"

"ye-yep right this way. reMUS!"

"what do you want, sirius?" remus groaned from one of the beds.

"ah you've done well, mate. the lady is here to see you," sirius grinned, looking back and forth between the two.

"oh, hi," remus grinned sheepishly at arden, who gave him a warm smile in return. "how are you?"

"lupin, i'm pretty sure i am supposed to ask you that," she laughed.

remus chuckled and shrugged, still waiting for his answer.

"i'm doing alright. what exactly happened to you?"

"oh, nothing. i'm just very prone to getting sick. don't worry though, i'll be back to answering questions before you in classes in no time," the pale-faced boy teased. 

rolling her eyes, arden lightly pushed remus, calling him a twat. they talked on about classes and their shared interests in certain books and subjects and what they wanted to do when they got out of school.

"i've always wanted to go to america. i want to go to university and become a professor for muggles. but of course, they would never accept my kind. funny how the world works like that, huh? discrimination against humanity," a frustrated arden calmly ranted.

"your kind? what do you mean."

"oh nothing important. even if i weren't different, i'm a female. they prefer men for basically everything."

"not everything," remus stated. "no. no, dammit, i- i didn't mean it like that."

"i have to go," she said, getting out of her seat and walking towards the door.

"arden wait, come back. i didn't mean it like that—"

"i know you didn't," she said, turning around, "but i really have to get back to class. i hope you feel better soon."

remus watched as she neared closer to the exit before calling out, "come see me again."

she turned around, walking backwards, and saluted, "aye aye," then walked out. 

"she's perfect."

"you two talked about books for two hours, remus. and you enjoyed yourselves," sirius groaned in disgust.

"exactly. she is absolutely perfect."

"bloody hell, shut up already," sirius told him, hitting him in the head with a pillow.

"OW YOU BASTARD! what the hell was that for?!" remus screeched.

"you look as though you've had a dose of heroine and amortentia."

"oh screw you, padfoot."

"later, moony."

"fuck you."

"yes sir."

"oh my mERLIN."

"that's what you said when— gET OFF OF ME!"

"shut the fuck up."

"fine!"

"mhm."

"that's what she said," he commented before making a run for it.

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