A\N: So. Instead of giving you another Chapter of HUR, I'm giving you this loverly oneshot. Boohoo for you. Not. You'll live. Maybe :)).
Disclaimer: Siriusly (teehee) guys? *Sighs* Okay…I don't own it, Jo Rowling does. Way to depress me, guys. Bajeezus.
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Remus picked up the piece of parchment off of the floor. It was only hours before Lily and James' wedding and he was readying himself in the spare room. Sirius was in the bathroom, messing his hair about for the millionth time that evening. He read over what it said before smiling and calling out 'Sirius!'
'What?' came the irritated reply
Remus shook his head and said 'You've got to come out and read this!'
Sirius burst out, his hair looking perfectly fine, or so Remus thought, and continued 'What's so important that you called me from my hygienic duties?'
Remus rolled his eyes and held out the paper for Sirius to take 'Read this'
Sirius grabbed the paper shirtily and read. Soon after finishing it twice, He laughed 'They never did tell us how they got together that year. I guess this is it, huh?'
Remus smiled shiftily and patted Sirius on the back 'Mate, you have got to read this as part of your speech. I don't care how, just tie it in.'
'Amen' Sirius snickered
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James and Lily sat at one of the tables in front of the podium. Lily was blushing profusely and James smiling dreamily, remembering the day.
Sirius read:
Notes on Amortentia:
The base for Amortentia is achieved by adding the powdered ashes of a shrewmouse to a vial of dragon blood and stirring counterclockwise for one and two-thirds stirs…
Oh, sod it. I can't finish this essay. Potter is sitting across from me.
What, does he roll in a pile of pepper before he goes to the library? Well, how else could he smell like that?
Yes, Potter, you do smell like pepper.
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No, I don't actually think you roll in a pile of pepper, that's absurd.
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Yes, I will continue to respond to you textually.
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As, I was saying, you add the powdered shrewmouse ashes and stir… POTTER! Stop reading my notes!
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Yes, I do realize you had to read them to get that message...
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Of course I see the irony, I'm not blind!
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Could you stop interrupting my learning, Potter? You do it enough during class…
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No, I will not call you James. Friends call each other by their first names. We. Are. Not. Friends.
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Oh, don't whimper, it's pitiful.
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Well I suppose we could be 'classified' as 'frienemies'… Where did you even learn that word?
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Little sister? Why haven't you ever mentioned her?
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Oh. Oh, James, I'm so sorry…
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No, it's not okay. I'm terrible! No wonder you've been acting differently this year!
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Yes, I noticed. I deaf and dumb person would notice.
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A suggestion from Remus? I always knew he was smart…
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Of course, it worked. It was a sweet gesture nonetheless.
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Yes. The world may be ending. I described something you did as sweet.
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Hmm. Hogsmeade. Tempting.
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Yes. Tempting enough, you great prat.
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This is where the conversation on parchment ended. Though Remus, Sirius, and, I'm guessing, all you readers know what happened next.