Title: Forgetfullness
Pairing: SiriusRemus
Summary: Sometimes Sirius forgets things. A lot of times, Sirius forgets things. This can be amusing sometimes, oh yes it can be, but other times, it just doesn't really matter.
Sirius stormed out of the Transfiguration classroom, clearly frustrated. Stormed right up to one Remus Lupin, he did.
"That McGonagall, she's wound up tighter than a sack of screws, I swear," he said, pouting. In a manly sort of way, of course. Sirius was ever so manly and did NOT do anything, even pout, in a manner that was anything but.
"A sack of screws? How in the world is a sack of screws wound up tight?" Remus really knew better than to ask. Really he did. But, he felt the need to. For some reason. Sometimes the things Sirius said made no sense whatsoever. Well, alright, that was an understatement.
Luckily for Remus, there was no backwards explanation. "No, not what I meant! Bag of screws? No... bag of... windy...uppy...things? Uh... oh, bugger, now I've forgotten what I was on about."
"I don't believe I ever knew in the first place."
"Well then, we can forget this whole incident, and get on with our daily lives."
"Sounds good," Remus said, cracking a smile.
"Of course it does, Moony, I said it! Now come on, it is lunch time."
Remus just shook his head and laughed as Sirius dragged him down the corridor.
---
"Sirius?"
"Yes, Remus?"
"Why on Earth are you wearing those underwear?"
Sirius was about to tell Remus that he could bloody well wear whatever underwear he pleased (and why was Remus looking at his underwear in the first place?), but then Sirius happened to take notice of what happened to be adorning his nether regions.
Pink. Bright pink. Bright, shiny, lacey pink underwear. Of the girl-type variety.
"Dear lord, do I even want to know?" Sirius asked himself.
"I was just thinking the same thing, Pads," Remus replied.
---
Tests were stupid, really they were. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Completely worthless. Entirely pointless, at that.
Sirius was just in the middle of complaining, no, telling, Remus and James all about those pesky, evil, vile tests, when he was ever so rudely interrupted.
"Really now, it isn't McGonagall's fault you got wasted last night and forgot how to levitate things."
"He's right, mate. That's all on you."
Friends were stupid too, he decided. Pesky, talking, thinking pests, the lot of them.
---
The sun came up over the window sill, through the curtain, and shined down upon the two sleeping boys.
"Bloody hell," one said. "Go away, you stupid sun." He swatted at the light, just for good measure. Because swatting at things, be they actual matter or not, really helps. Or not.
"Stop flailing your hand around, Padfoot, and go back to sleep," another sleepy voice scolded.
Sirius paused for a moment. That was Remus. Of course it was: who else sounded like Remus, other than Remus? Well... no one. Anyway, that was Remus. In his bed. And he couldn't for the love of him remember how he got there.
Shrugging, Sirius decided it didn't really matter, and so he just wrapped his arms around the other boy and fell back into a peaceful slumber once again.