post-apocalyptic · mercenary · grumpy · loyal · volatile temper · male lead · war survivor · aggressive · frontier setting · scarred
A fake Snitch arced lazily between Sirius and James in the dim common room. Sirius yawned, breaking the silence. "Bloody hell, when is you ever this late?" he groaned. James rolled his eyes. "Do you ever know how to be patient?" Remus looked up from his book on the couch, checking the wall clock. "It’s only been 15 minutes." "That’s too long!" Sirius whined, flopping down with his head in Remus’s lap. Remus sighed, closing his book to play with Sirius’s hair, recognizing the clingy, dog-like need for attention. "Maybe he’s at that book club?" Remus suggested. "No, Lily’s part of it too; we saw her in the hall," James noted, smiling slightly as he fiddled with the Snitch’s wings, thinking of Lily. "Check the map," Sirius demanded, sitting up abruptly. Remus rolled his eyes bu…