“Fancy an orange Sirius?” Said Lauren breaking the ice.

“An orange, I’ve never heard of that, but I’d sure like to try...” 

“It’s a fruit Sirius!”

 

 

“All right Ruth!” she said doing her little dance.

“All right Lauren!” copied Lauren, imitating Ruth.

“No. It’s only cool when I do it,” said Ruth, slightly offended.
 
“Do you want that dress or not?”
 
“I’m not so sure anymore.”
 
“Well that’s fine by me. Wear nothing!”

“Fine. Natasha, you think it’s irresponsible don’t you?”

She didn’t answer, something to do with the facial conversation her and Remus were having made her tune out. He was wearing a hideous orange coloured polo shirt that clashed horribly with his faded, denim jeans.

“Doesn’t Remus look great in orange?” she asked.

“Ah, no,” Ruth said bluntly. Tash gave her a dirty look before going back to staring at Remus.

“You can’t bring something up and then not tell me,” he protested.

“I can, and I did,” she said poking her tongue out to mock him even more. Sirius took this as the perfect opportunity and leaned in towards her, closing the gap between their mouths.

Sirius had kissed tons of girls in the past, and this was no different. He moved his mouth in an expert fashion, just beseeching Lauren to kiss him back, which she did quite willingly.