Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related everything belong to JKR and... those other people. Whatever, it's definitely not mine.
Author's Note: One-shot, Part Three in the semi-series "The Life and Times of Sirius Black, In No Particular Order" -- Parts One and Two being "Feather Brained" and "Click, or Boredom", respectively.
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"Where was he last night?
Dunno.
Well, whend he go to bed?
Dunno.
Remus gave Peter a mildly exasperated look, reproving him, That was a lot of help. The shorter boy just shrugged. They contemplated the half-closed curtains of Jamess bed quietly for a moment or two.
I think you should do it, declared Peter in a hushed voice.
Im not doing it! snapped Remus. Thats what you said last time.
Peter glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. And thats what you said last time.
... Well, Im still not doing it.
Why not? Peter whined petulantly.
Why dont you?
Glaring a little, they both lapsed back into silence. A clock chimed on one of the nightstands. A pipe creaked and squeaked from the bathroom.
Resignedly, Remus sighed, Well all be late for breakfast again. Peter nodded sullenly, his eyes straying to the dormitory door as if wishing he could just leave.
Then the shower in the bathroom stopped. A second or so later, the bathroom door burst open, a cloud of steam issuing forth in the wake of a still dripping Sirius. A fluffy white towel was wrapped low on his hips, another slung over one shoulder. Remus and Peter turned to him immediately, but didnt say anything.
Sirius paused in the doorway to flick his wet hair out of his face, steam hanging around him in a fine mist. He noticed the two boys looking at him and raised his eyebrows questioningly. They glanced at the bed next to them. So did Sirius, and he saw the sleeping fourth member of their little gang.
Huh. Better wake him, then.
He wasnt looking for a reply. Relieved, Remus and Peter quickly took a few steps back.
As expected, Sirius dropped the towel from his hand and took a running leap onto Jamess bed. He landed on his hands and knees, spread over the other boy. He shook his head vigorously.
Water went everywhere.
James groaned and shifted, his arms trying to fend off the wet hair slapping him in the face, without the full cooperation of his brain. This was Siriuss cue to stop, which he did, and commenced bouncing. James grumbled, but opened his eyes and blinked up at his best friend.
Merlins wand, do you have to do that? he demanded grouchily. Sirius grinned cheerfully.
Time for breakfast, mate. Lots of yummy muffins.
Peter laughed and Remus looked amused, while James just smiled, pushing Sirius off of his bed.
Put some clothes on, Padfoot.