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Smuggle-Born

Summary: James, Sirius, and Peter get worried when they notice their close friend sneaking off every couple days.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Marauders’ era, Remus Lupin x muggle-born!OC, blurb

James, Sirius, and Peter watched from under the Invisibility Cloak as Remus peered down a corridor, checking if it was empty before slipping into the furthest classroom on the left. Three pairs of shoes scuttled after him, all concerned for their friend. Inside, the classroom seemed empty, but Remus only stood near the window, peering out absent-mindedly. The hidden friends exchanged a confused look, but they were quickly interrupted by the door opening behind them. James, Sirius, and Peter barely made it out of the way before she walked into them. Lisa Whitlock sauntered in, a cigarette dangling lazily from her smirking lips. The three friends looked at each other in confused awe as Remus blushed. 

“I’ve got your shit, Lupin,” said Whitlock, casually dropping her leather satchel on the nearest desk and unlatching it. 

“Thanks, Lisa,” Remus mumbled, terribly shy in the girl’s presence. 

“We’ve got to do something,” whispered James desperately, and Sirius took initiative. Very dramatically, he threw the Cloak off of him, James, and Peter, looking incredulous.

“Moony!” he shouted, sounding aghast. “What are you doing?! There are better ways to deal with your mental issues than drugs! I can tell you from experience!”

Remus looked at his three idiot friends with wide eyes as Lisa glared at him.

“What the hell, Lupin? This was supposed to be secret!” she hissed, and James turned to her.

“What—you selling narcotics to my mate?” he snapped, and Lisa turned to him with a withering glare.

“If you ever took the time to get your head out of your ass, you’d know what he’s here for,” she spat.

“What is it then?” squeaked Peter, trying to appear ferocious. “Alcohol? Pills? Sex?!”

Lisa rolled her eyes as Remus cringed, his blush deepening. Without a word, she quickly retrieved a thin box and a floppy packet, which she shoved into Remus’s chest before walking away. “Here’s your shit. You get me caught again and I’m never selling to you again. Understand?”

Remus nodded hastily and watched as she left the room, his eyes shamefully falling to her swaying hips. The room was silent as James, Sirius, and Peter eyed the products in Remus’s hands in confusion.

“What kind of weed is that?” asked Sirius finally, and Remus rolled his eyes, smacking his friend over the head with the packet.

“They’re Muggle things, bonehead,” he snapped. “Pencils and graphing paper for Astronomy. She buys them from London and sells them here to help with classes.”

James, Peter, and Sirius all went wide-eyed. Remus shook his head with a sigh, tucking the things into his schoolbag as his friends murmured apologies. Of course, he didn’t care enough to hold a grudge, and the Marauders left the abandoned corridor behind. But after several minutes of silence on the topic, Sirius couldn’t take it.

“So she’s a … a smuggle-born?”