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So i had an idea along the lines of "songfic" but couldnt come up with anything good, so I switched to nursery rhymes and songs etc.
The Marauders' Goose
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master, one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
Sirius skipped down the dirt road. In his hand, he clutched a Shepherd's staff and on his shoulders, even though the weather was sweltering hot. was a thick brown cloak. It made him feel... Shepherdy.
"Hello, Remus! Do you by any chance have some wool?"
Remus scowled as he crouched in a fuzzy black suit. "Yes, I do have some wool."
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Yes, I do have some wool, sir."
"Great!"
"Why do you want wool?"
"Oh, I don't want it. I want you to give it to the people who live in those three houses. The last one's a cute, little boy. Bye!"
Sirius frolicked off, waving around his staff.
Remus heaved a sigh and trudged up the walk of the first house. He rang the bell and a second later, Dumbledore emerged from within.
"Here, Professor. I'm supposed to deliver this wool to you."
"Why, thank you, Mr. Lupin. I really appreciate it."
"Why do you want wool, anyways?"
"I don't, but they make great Christmas Stockings, don't they?"
"Alright..." Remus left Dumbledore and proceeded to the next house.
"Afternoon, Remus, what brings you here?" asked McGonagall as she opened the door a crack.
"I've brought you some wool."
She hesitated before accepting the sack. "Er... thank you."
Remus nodded and rang the doorbell of the last house he was instructed to hand out wool to. To his displeasure, it was Severus Snape who answered it.
"You're the little boy?!" He blurted out.
"...What the... what do you want?!"
"I don't want anything, Severus. Take your damn wool!"
Remus pressed the bag of wool into Snape's hands.
"What the bloody hell?"
"Don't look at me, I swear I don't know," Remus said blankly and he pranced off, his little black sheep tail swinging behind him.