"You know what one of the worst things about being a Black is?" Sirius asked, lying down on Remus's bed next to him.

"Aside from oppressing everyone who isn't pureblooded?" Remus asked, still looking down at his book.

"They think they're too good to travel anywhere that isn't exactly like London."

"Since when have you liked to travel anywhere that isn't the girls' dormitory?" Remus asked with a small chuckle in his voice.

"Oi! I adore travel. And the girls' dormitory is a very exotic place," Sirius defended with a huff. "Not that you would know, of course. You'd probably make them come back here to disturb me and James's slumber, you prick."

"Oh, you know me too well." He sighed, putting down his book and looking at him. "What's brought about this sudden thirst for adventure in you, Sirius? Have another near-death experience?"

"James was just raving about his trip to Peru with his family last year, and it deeply upset me when I had to shove him in a broom closet because I couldn't counter with a hair-raising story of my own. I've never been anywhere, Remus!"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Didn't James ask if you wanted to go with them? Like ten bloody times?"

"Yeah, but I'm not a rude git who imposes on his friends' family vacations. Unless it's you, because you don't go to boring places like Peru and Guatemala and other places I'm not even sure exist."

"Both Peru and Guatemala are fascinating places, Sirius, with rich culture and heritage—"

"—which no one cares about, precisely. But I want to go somewhere exciting. Somewhere I get shoved in a broom closet for telling about because no one can one-up me. Like…like…" Sirius paused a moment, wondering. "Like Switzerland. I want to go to Switzerland."

"…Switzerland?"

"Switzerland! You know, that place somewhere in the general region of Norway and that place with all the drugs." He paused again. "Actually, on second thought, maybe I want to go there…"

"Sirius Black, you are going nowhere near Amsterdam. Switzerland has wonderful chocolate, though. My aunt shipped me some in fourth year, remember? You threw it at me because it had strawberry filling."

"Switzerland should know better than to combine fruit and sweets. It's downright unhealthy."

Remus sighed. "Maybe your poor future wife will let you talk her into going there for your honeymoon. You'll undoubtedly come back weighing twice as much as you do now, conveniently forgetting your wife at the Floo station, upon which she'll find someone who isn't half made of chocolate, and you'll end up living on James's couch for all of eternity while I laugh and throw things at you, hoping that you won't eat them."

Sirius stuck his tongue out at him. "I don't know about you, Moonshine, but I have a little something called self-restraint and I use it liberally. Or conservatively. Whichever means that I win this argument and you are wrong."

Remus was about to respond to Sirius's obvious lack of logic when the latter, apparently struck with a sudden revelation, proceeded to jump onto Remus, bouncing up and down with sudden excitement. "Remus! Let's go to Switzerland! It's almost Christmas holidays, right? Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

Remus, nearly suffocating under Sirius's thighs of steel, did his best to sit up and push him off. "Sirius, I'm going to explain this to you in as simple a manner as possible, since you clearly do not understand the concept of money: We are sixteen years old. We do not have jobs. I have holes in three-fourths of my clothes and growing; you are…well, you. We can't afford to just pack up and go to bloody Switzerland!"

Sirius just rolled his eyes, comfortably situating himself on Remus's lap. "As you seem to have conveniently forgotten, Sir Moonsworth, I was recently disowned from the Noble and Most Ancient Family of Black, and that came, surprisingly, with a reward – a reward of which I have actually managed to save a hefty sum of. There might be a erm motorbike or something of the sort that I was interested in, but I've always been a good haggler, and besides, my birthday's coming up, and what better way to celebrate my coming-of-age than with a trip to the mighty land of the Swiss?"

"…so, if we go, does that mean I don't have to buy you a Christmas or birthday present?" Remus asked, surprising himself for even considering the possibility.

"A mere souvenir or ten will do."

A ghost of a smile flitted across Remus's face as he shoved Sirius off of him, taking up his book again. "Then to Switzerland we go."