Title: Pass the Dream
Summary: Written for the "Smoke" hp100 challenge.
100 word drabble.
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"It's my turn!" shouts James, lunging at Sirius, who stumbles backward and swats at James's grasping hands.
"Stuff it, it's still my turn," says Sirius stubbornly.
Remus stares at the two, hazel eyes half-lidded. They've fallen into a mess of drunken pummels and kicks, joint left forgotten on the floor. He leans forward and picks it up, inhaling the sweet scent. The cloud that forms from his lips is a perfect circle, like the moon.
Now that he's high, he's forgotten the reason for hating it. The moon wisps away like a dream, and Remus smiles happily.
He loves forgetting.
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