A/N: In 'Marauder World', I'll post some of the things popping up in my mind every now and then. These are going to be various drabbles, some of which probably suck, but I'd still love to know your opinion. Well, here we go! There might be some updates later, depending on my inspiration. Enjoy and don't forget to leave me a little review, will you? :)
Disclaimer: If it were mine, I wouldn't be posting this here; I'd be too busy happily writing another book based on the Marauders alone.
A/N II: Two days old and this story doesn't have a single review. Is it that bad? Why is it that everyone gets masses of reviews but me? Yes, I am (slightly) upset.
Compliment
Era: Graduation/Prom
Setting: The Marauders' Dormitory
Rating: K+
He looked scrutinizingly into the mirror, checking his robes.
„Darling, what do you think?"
„What would you want me to tell you, love?"
„Do I look sexy?"
He smirked. "Well, do you really need me to answer that?"
"Yeah, sure. I don't wanna run around looking horrible, you know."
James walked out of the bathroom, a mere towel wrapped around his thin hips and his hair as untidy as usual. "Don't flatter yourself, Sirius; you know perfectly well you look gorgeous."
The sincere look on Padfoot's face broke, and he smiled genuinely. "Yeah well, but I'd like to hear it from my dear Moony."
"Okay okay, I surrender. You look dazzling, Sirius."
"Now I'm happy," said Sirius, a contented smile playing on his lips.
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