Title: Tea and Memories

Fanon/Canon: Fanon - HP

Rating: PG

Written: Partly on the boat to the Faroe Islands, partly at the hotel there.

Warnings: Very discreetly implied Remus/Sirius. Horribly long sentences. Copious amounts of dashes and commas.

Words: 382

It was funny – funny interesting, not funny haha – how, if you looked closely, and you had to be looking for it (but he was) how a face could be so much like a history of one's life. Every little mark, scratch, wrinkle and scar told a story, and if you knew what to look for, you could find story after story in a the surface of a single face.

Remus' face was like that, Sirius had noticed. He saw the times they had lay, doubled over in wild shrieks of laughter, after some prank gone either spectacularly well or horrifically wrong, in the crinkles spreading from the corners of his warm chestnut eyes. He saw the time Amos Diggory had snapped at them in the thin white scar just under his left eye,

(Remus had stepped in the way right when Sirius lunged at Diggory, getting himself a faceful of knuckles and nails – Sirius had sat with him in the hospital wing for hours, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again until Remus had silenced him with a sigh and a look and a kiss)

along the curve of his cheekbone. The bare patch in his right eyebrow told of the time they had tried to hex James' Quidditch robes so they would suddenly disappear when he was in midair, resulting in an angry James, a pair of rather sooty Quidditch robes, detention for a week and two pairs of singed eyebrows that never really grew back right.

His lips had no marks or scratches, but Sirius certainly didn't need any reminders for the countless stories involving them.

Remus felt Sirius' eyes on him, and looked up from stirring sugar into his tea

(Sirius still remembered the first time they had tea at lunch in their first year, and Remus had been shocked when Sirius took all of eight spoonfuls; Remus took – and still did take – only one)

to see a pair of intense black eyes looking at him. He shivered ever so slightly before licking dry lips and asking, "What is it, Padfoot?"

Sirius noted the slight tremor in Remus' voice. That, too, was something you only would hear if you were expecting it. He smiled into his teacup.

"Nothing, Moony. Nothing at all."