A/N: Well...this is a bit strange...I think I may write a companion piece or a second chapter. It feels finished but there could be more to the story. I'm sorry, I just don't like open-ended stories. I know I've written my fair share but I always know how they end. This one...

In other news I think I've sprained my wrist. It really hurts.

Pairing: Implied Remus/Sirius, mentioned Remus/Nymphadora

MOO: #29

Dedication: For Paris and Helen. Get a clue. This fic reflects my frustration with you two. GET TOGETHER ALREADY!

Disclaimer: I own neither the characters nor the setting nor the poem.

Warning: Mentions of het, minor language

Two little kittens, one stormy night,

Began to quarrel, and then to fight;

One had a mouse, the other had none,

And that's the way the quarrel begun.

--Anonymous

"What do you mean, you're dating someone?" Sirius demanded.

"It's just Nymph," Remus replied absentmindedly. He stopped and peered at something on the parchment. "What--! Stupid. Wormwood shouldn't be added anywhere close to this."

Sirius glared as Remus corrected his Potions essay.

"You're not listening! How can you be dating Nymph? Why are you doing this to me?" Sirius ran a hand through his hair and gestured wildly with the other. "After all we've been through, I would've expected--"

"You, Padfoot, date some random bird every other week. I have not yet complained. I see no reason for you to complain now that I have a girl while you are between poor, delusional fans," pointed out Remus in a neutral tone. "Bugger. Does the tadpole extract go in before you stir or after?"

"That's not the point!" Sirius shouted. "My point is that you can't date Nymphadora!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but just because she's your favourite cousin--"

"That's not the point either!" Sirius interrupted. "This is not about her! This is about you!" He pointed an accusing finger. "You said you didn't like any of the girls!"

"I don't. She asked me. This is a pity thing. She is your cousin, after all."

"You're hopeless, Moony. Hopeless!" Sirius threw up his hands and collapsed on the bed to sulk.

Remus snapped his book shut.

"This isn't fair. I've had to put up with your constant stream of conquests for years and I haven't complained. The first time I get a girlfriend, you explode. I don't go around shoving this in your face. I'm not the one who brings girls into our dorm. I wasn't the one to tell you about each and every date I've ever been on, because this is the first time I've dated someone and you can't seem to get it through your thick head that I DON'T EVEN LIKE HER!"

Remus sat heavily on his bed, head in his hands.

"It's not fair," he whispered.

"But Nymphadora?" Sirius said again, demonstrating his ever-present inability to recognise social signals.

"Sirius, can you just drop it and go away?" Remus pleaded tiredly. "No--never mind. Just do whatever you want. I'm going for a walk."

"You can't. It's raining hell out there."

"Stop telling me what to do."

Sirius watched Remus trudge out of the dorm.

"Damn," Sirius swore softly. After a moment's indecision, he grabbed his cloak and hurried after the werewolf.