At the age of twelve I noticed that Remus was sick more often than he was well. It started small, I would notice that he was pale or looked tired but before long Remus didn’t feel like eating and constantly had aches and pains in his deep in his bones. I tittered to myself wondering what could be wrong, no one told us and we couldn’t find any illnesses in any of the textbooks we looked in but it didn’t stop me from trying to help Remus.
I took it upon myself to look after Remus.
In the mornings Remus always had problems getting dressed, his limbs never wanted to cooperate with him. They were sore most mornings and his fingers were swollen and stiff. Remus was nothing if not tidy and did his best to look presentable and well put together in the mornings. So I decided that I would help Remus dress in the mornings.
I took care to wake with Remus, before Peter and James ever got up and todress myself quickly. When Remus was standing under the hot spray of the shower trying to loosen up his stiff limbs I charmed the wrinkles out of his clothes. When He emerged from the bathroom dry and ready to dress I held him steady s that it was easier to put on the black trousers. Remus always tried but could rarely get his shirt on by himself with out swaying with pain so I helped him work his arms into the sleeves and circled around to his front to fasten all of the tiny buttons. I then fixed his tie with quick fingers, and held out the robes that he slipped into.
In the morning I always got a lovely smile and a sweet "Thanks so very much".
I nodded and went about my morning routine with out looking at Remus again, fearful that he might see the blush that spread across my face every time I was that smile.
In the corridors I made it my business to keep to Remus' heel, just a half step behind him to steady him if he had a dizzy spell or felt weak or catch him should he pass out. James would walk on my other side and Peter walked backward keeping in front of us all but still talking to and watching us as we traveled to and fro.
Remus never ate enough in my opinion so I made sure that he had enough on his plate every time I sat next to him during meals. When Remus' plate cleared of what ever he was eating I made sure that there was more before he turned back to an empty plate.
At night after we were all showered and hanging around the common room or dorm I would sit on the floor in front of Remus' open legs. Remus would almost unthinkingly summon my hairbrush and comb from the bathroom and while he talked he combed the tangles and stress of the day away then brush my hair until I was asleep with my head in his lap.
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Re: Request - D/s, collar; Good Boy Part 2/8
Date: 2011-01-15 07:13 pm (UTC)At the age of twelve I noticed that Remus was sick more often than he was well. It started small, I would notice that he was pale or looked tired but before long Remus didn’t feel like eating and constantly had aches and pains in his deep in his bones. I tittered to myself wondering what could be wrong, no one told us and we couldn’t find any illnesses in any of the textbooks we looked in but it didn’t stop me from trying to help Remus.
I took it upon myself to look after Remus.
In the mornings Remus always had problems getting dressed, his limbs never wanted to cooperate with him. They were sore most mornings and his fingers were swollen and stiff. Remus was nothing if not tidy and did his best to look presentable and well put together in the mornings. So I decided that I would help Remus dress in the mornings.
I took care to wake with Remus, before Peter and James ever got up and todress myself quickly. When Remus was standing under the hot spray of the shower trying to loosen up his stiff limbs I charmed the wrinkles out of his clothes. When He emerged from the bathroom dry and ready to dress I held him steady s that it was easier to put on the black trousers. Remus always tried but could rarely get his shirt on by himself with out swaying with pain so I helped him work his arms into the sleeves and circled around to his front to fasten all of the tiny buttons. I then fixed his tie with quick fingers, and held out the robes that he slipped into.
In the morning I always got a lovely smile and a sweet "Thanks so very much".
I nodded and went about my morning routine with out looking at Remus again, fearful that he might see the blush that spread across my face every time I was that smile.
In the corridors I made it my business to keep to Remus' heel, just a half step behind him to steady him if he had a dizzy spell or felt weak or catch him should he pass out. James would walk on my other side and Peter walked backward keeping in front of us all but still talking to and watching us as we traveled to and fro.
Remus never ate enough in my opinion so I made sure that he had enough on his plate every time I sat next to him during meals. When Remus' plate cleared of what ever he was eating I made sure that there was more before he turned back to an empty plate.
At night after we were all showered and hanging around the common room or dorm I would sit on the floor in front of Remus' open legs. Remus would almost unthinkingly summon my hairbrush and comb from the bathroom and while he talked he combed the tangles and stress of the day away then brush my hair until I was asleep with my head in his lap.
With out doubt, I lived for the evenings.