Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I'm writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Implied slash. Duh.
Utensil Joy
Part Dix-Sept
Sirius nods in agreement with Remus's assessment of their afternoon classes, absently stabbing a piece of asparagus off the other boy's plate with his fork.
"…not that I'd expect any less of her this close to exams," Remus concludes, using his spoon to scoop the pile of onions and mushrooms from the edge of Sirius's plate to his own before they fall to the table.
It suddenly occurs to Sirius that their table-habits remind him rather strongly of James's parents. Like an old married couple, he thinks, and hides the smile that the warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach provokes.
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