Twenty Questions for a Gift

by done.with.marblesxx

"So why do you need the money?" "No reason!" "Are you getting something for a girl?" Remus clapped when Sirius turned a darker shade of red and stared down at his shoes sheepishly. "Who is it? Who is it?" The boys & Lily vs. Sirius in a wager.

1. one

Twenty Questions for a Gift

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Author's Note: This is a drabble-esque story (it's not perfectly 100 words) so don't ask me to make it longer. Sheesh. Hope you enjoy the story!

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"Get out of the way!" Someone shot him a dirty glare, but he ignored it. He was too busy mulling over his plan to notice the idiots meandering in his path.

With the right amount of hissing and threatening, Sirius Black eventually wove his way through the crowded Gryffindor common room, ending up behind an armchair. And there she is! Sirius grinned.

Lily Evans leaned over her Transfiguration essay, face screwed in concentration. She seemed to be trying to remember the wand movements for some Transfiguration Sirius could do in his sleep.

This was going to be so easy.

Slithering to the side of the armchair where her bag was tossed carelessly, Sirius sneaked his hand into it, rummaging with a careful eye at Lily. He frowned, trying to find the confounded little–

Got it!

Sirius withdrew his hand and began sneaking away, congratulating himself on completing an impossible feat so perfectly–

"Sirius Black!"

Damn.