The young werewolf arched away from the source of the pain, pressing his back hard into the wall as he drew in a sharp intake. He was not going to scream, if he could help it. Not even as much to spite Warwick as it was to try and lessen how this hurt Sirius.
He closed his gray-flecked eyes with a low, steady breath, reminding himself that little Warwick could do to him would hurt as much as the moon was going to. It was a lie even to his own mind, but he held onto the thought to strengthen his resolve. His voice was low when he finally responded again. Warwick only said he had to describe ways, he did not say anything about accuracy other than Remus' own punishment. And Sirius had suffered enough, in his opinion.
The other marauder could play the strong heroic type, but Remus knew him very well. He could see the strain and the fractured lines of his Sirius in the pale skin and the darkened eyes that couldn't hide the truth from Remus.
"You thrashed him in a Quidditch match," Might as well go as far out there as he could. The chances of guessing right and still avoiding bringing the memories back up were so low that he could not find the point in it. "You switched his fizzing whizbees with miniature acid pops."
And just to make it seem to Warwick like he might actually be serious, in the same emotionless, even tone, almost bored, he added, "You cast the Conjunctivitus Curse on him and forced him to stare into a bright light." It was not unlikely. He had heard of it used on some of the werewolves he had met trying to gain allies for the Order. The pain it caused the eyes was great, and only worsened the brighter the light around the victim was.
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He closed his gray-flecked eyes with a low, steady breath, reminding himself that little Warwick could do to him would hurt as much as the moon was going to. It was a lie even to his own mind, but he held onto the thought to strengthen his resolve. His voice was low when he finally responded again. Warwick only said he had to describe ways, he did not say anything about accuracy other than Remus' own punishment. And Sirius had suffered enough, in his opinion.
The other marauder could play the strong heroic type, but Remus knew him very well. He could see the strain and the fractured lines of his Sirius in the pale skin and the darkened eyes that couldn't hide the truth from Remus.
"You thrashed him in a Quidditch match," Might as well go as far out there as he could. The chances of guessing right and still avoiding bringing the memories back up were so low that he could not find the point in it. "You switched his fizzing whizbees with miniature acid pops."
And just to make it seem to Warwick like he might actually be serious, in the same emotionless, even tone, almost bored, he added, "You cast the Conjunctivitus Curse on him and forced him to stare into a bright light." It was not unlikely. He had heard of it used on some of the werewolves he had met trying to gain allies for the Order. The pain it caused the eyes was great, and only worsened the brighter the light around the victim was.