Author's Note: Hello, world. I know that I have a multi-chapter story which I have not finished, and this saddens me. I have some scenes from it written, but unfortunately not the next one. So I instead present the short piece below my author's note. I, of course, do not own Harry Potter. On with the show.
Remus Lupin pushes open the doors of the front hall, takes a deep breath, and starts running. His bag flies to the ground after a few strides, so he pauses to rewrap it in his mud-splattered cloak. He continues running, slowing only to avoid a mud patch, and to shift his sopping hair from in front of his eyes, as it was limiting his ability to see where he was going. He curses the clouds for their torment of him, and bends his head to try to keep the water from reaching his face, but slows to a halt when he hears his name called out from behind him. He dashes to the nearest tree, a willow which occasionally shoots streams of water at the ground around it, to wait for the speaker to catch up to his position.
He turns to see Sirius flying at him, dark black cloak flying out behind him, and Remus narrowly avoids being crashed into by quickly stepping out of the way. He asks his friend, "Why are you trying to knock me down?"
Sirius just grins, and replies, "You look cold, Moony, and also rather wet. Why don't you have your cloak on?"
"That doesn't have to do with why you came barrelling at me, but I need it to keep my books dry. It doesn't seem to be doing a wonderful job, though, I've already dropped my bag once." Remus shakes his muddy bundle at Sirius, who dodges the flying droplets of dirty water.
"There's no need for you to be cold, though. Here." Sirius unlatches his cloak and throws it across the shoulders of his companion. Remus shrugs it off, and says, "Sirius, I"ll be fine. I don't need it. Come on, we need to get to Herbology."
"It can wait. Remus, you're shivering. Please." Sirius throws the cloak around his friend once more.
"But then you're going to be the cold one," Remus protests.
Sirius snorts, "Remus, I don't care. Please, just take my cloak."
"I told you, Sirius, I'm fine." Remus starts to walk away, but is halted by a hand on his shoulder.
"At least take half of the damn thing, okay, mate?" Sirius puts part of the cloak around Remus, and the rest on him. The pair start to awkwardly walk towards the greenhouse. Sirius puts his arm around Remus, so to lessen the distance between them, and maximize the effect of the cloak. Remus flinches away, but stumbles back when his bag is once more threatened by the rain, his head landing on top of the right shoulder of his friend. Sirius turns to grin at him, and says, "See, Moony. This isn't so bad, is it?"
As they make their way down to the greenhouse and their Herbology lesson, Remus muses that no, it really isn't so bad.