A/N: This where I waste my time telling you something you already know. The characters and their lives aren't mine. Blah blah blah /disclaimer.
Enjoy!
Sirius walked into the lush kitchen at the Potters. He'd been staying their for two summers now, and holiday's of course. The place felt more like a home than the one he had grown up in. This showed by the way he moved about the place. Miss Potter had nearly fainted when she stumbled upon him walking through the house naked after a shower one afternoon. But the most obvious display of how he felt at home was how he ate nearly everything in the kitchen.
As he always did, Sirius took hold of the refrigerator handle and tugged. Unlike most times, however, it didn't budge. The boy stood there, staring at the appliance with a confused expression. Again his fingers gripped the handle, and again he tugged. Again, it didn't move.
A few more angry tugs later and he resigned for the time being.
Five minutes later...
Sirius stood in front of the refrigerator, as if his will alone would loosen the stuck door. He sighed, nibbling on the toaster pastry he'd found in front of the cupboards.
"James!" He called, waiting for his friend to appeared.
"What?" The other boy said, peeking his head into the kitchen.
"The door is stuck..." He said, gesturing to the refrigerator with the toaster pastry. That was his way of telling his friend to make it open.
With a defeated sigh, and passing the argument he knew he wouldn't win, James entered the kitchen. The smart ass he was couldn't resist what he had done next. The boy lifted his hand, tugging open the freezer door. It opened with ease. He turned to his best friend, grinning from ear to ear.
His joke was met with a firm slap to the back of the head.
"Fine, fine." Expecting it to move, James tugged at the door. Again, it didn't move.
A few more attempts later and he stopped, leaning against the refrigerator. "I tried my best, Sirius..."
Some time later...
Sirius eyed the can of cooking spray in his hands. If it worked on pans, lifting assorted items of the hunger curing nature that would other wise stick, then it should help loosen whatever was holding that door in place. Right?
He answered himself with a shrug and sprayed it on the seal of the door.
He dropped the can to the floor and started tugging at the door. Again it didn't move. From the family room James heard all the commotion. Worry had set in, but there was no budging Sirius when he was determined...
Another attempt...
For whatever good it would do, Sirius had grabbed a frying pan and started hitting it against the door.
When he tried to open it again he was only met with failure.
Yet another attempt...
Sirius wrapped a rolled up towel around the handle. Holding on to the two loose ends he pulled.
This attempted ending with him with a sore bum on the floor....
Attempt six: Another failure.
Attempt seven: Another failure.
Attempt eight: Another failure.
Hours later the defeated boy sat with his back up against the unmovable door. Sirius was worn and upset. It looked like a war was fought in that kitchen. A war was fought in that kitchen, but the fearless solider had been defeated. All he wanted was the milk for a bowl of cereal.
His moping was disturbed by the sound of heals against tile. Oh no...James' mum...
"WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO?!"