"Why Do Pickles Even Matter?"
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!!"
"Ugh!" Remus moaned groggily, pulling the blankets over his face. "What, on God's green earth, could you possibly want?"
"It is November 11th, my dear Remus," stated Sirius as though he were king, "at 11:06 at night."
"Talk faster. I'm about to go back to sleep," came Remus's muffled voice from beneath the covers.
"Which means, young Moony, that in 5 minutes time it will be 11/11 at 11:11 at night!"
"Congratulations," Remus replied half-heartedly.
"You must stay up with me while we wait for the wonderful moment when all of our dreams come true," said Sirius, dancing around the room.
"I will, as long as you shut the hell up," said Remus, throwing a pillow at Sirius and knocking him to the ground.
"Hurray!!"
"Ugh!" Remus clamped his hands over his ears.
"Okay, I'll stop," Sirius smiled devilishly.
"Thank you."
The silence in the room carried on. This was not something Remus was used to, especially with Sirius in the room.
Little did he know, the silence was about to be broken.
"So…," said Sirius grinning. "Tell me a secret."
"I hate you."
Tell me a better one!" Sirius complained.
"No."
"Pleeeeaaaasssseeee."
"No."
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"If you must," said Remus, agitated.
"I like to look at shapes in the clouds."
Remus was about to respond but he was cut off.
"Hey! I know!" Sirius exclaimed. "Let's look for shapes in the clouds right now!"
"It's night time," Remus stated.
"Kill joy."
Again, silence.
"Let's look for shapes in the stars!"
"Ugh! Can't we just sleep?"
"No! We have 2 minutes left and I wanna look for shapes in the stars!"
"Fine! Just shut up."
"Yay!"
So they went to the dormitory window and began to look at the stars.
"Look, there's Leo, and the Big Dipper, and the Milky Way, and Orion's Belt. Happy now?" Remus was super cranky.
"Look! A pickle!"
"There are no pickles in the galaxy!"
"Uh-huh!" said Sirius in a baby-like voice. "There are many pickles!"
"Why do pickles even matter?"
"Because they do, stupid!"
"You're a meanie!" Remus shouted.
"Poop head!"
"Poop face!"
"Dog breath!"
"Doo-doo butt!"
"Poopie pants!"
"WAHHH!!"
"WAHHH!!"
They both burst into tears.
"I hate you!"
"I hate you more!… Wait! 5…4…3…2…1…! It's 11/11 at 11:11 at night!" Sirius was elated.
"Thank God!" Remus exclaimed.
"You're welcome," Sirius said.
"I didn't mean you… nevermind. Just go to sleep."
"Okay."
Sirius and Remus both climbed into bed and a few moments of silence passed before…
"Moony, will you read me a bedtime story?"