A/N: Do not own Edward Norton. Except for the one time he was chained in my basement. But aside from that, no. I own NOTHING. I am a burden to society.
BTW- I promised myself no more fluff. But the poofy substance has made a horrible nest in my brain and the only way to calm it is to write what it says or swallow boiling water twice a day for three weeks. So here you are... FLUFF.
Sirius gaped in open-mouthed horror at the mirror.
How could... there's no way... why him?
Raising a hand to touch the corner of his eye tentatively, Sirius let out a desperate sound between a gasp and a sob. He leaned towards his reflection as if trying to verify it was even true. Finally accepting his fate, his chest rose and fell with panic.
"Remus... Remus, I'm getting crow's feet!" Sirius screeched, sounding curiously like his mother.
Remus rolled over in bed, upset at being disturbed before noon on a Saturday morning... and the morning after a full moon.
"So what? I had to grind some up yesterday for Potions. Why, do you need some?" Remus asked groggily.
Sirius rushed over to his bed. "Remus, look! I'm getting wrinkles!" he cried. Remus considered laughing, but at hearing how upset he was, he leaned over and turned on his lamp next to his bed.
Sirius' face filled his view and he squinted, studying his face for lines to humor him.
After nearly five minutes of uncomfortable staring, he huffed and fell back into his sheets. "Nothing is there Padfoot. We're seventeen, far too young to get wrinkles," he said.
Sirius blinked. "But you have wrinkles," he replied, switching off the light and crawling into bed next to him, much to Remus' amusement.
Remus scooted over to make some room for him and rolled his eyes. "That's because I'm a werewolf. You're like a force of nature and never tire out," Remus said.
Sirius nodded and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Oh," he whispered.
They were silent for a moment. Remus shifted slightly. "What time is it?" he murmured quietly.
"Er, maybe five a.m.," Sirius said back. Remus jolted slightly. "You were up before dawn, staring in the mirror?" he asked incredulously. Sirius humphed. "It's me time Moony!"
Remus flushed and closed his eyes pretending to sleep. After about a minute, Sirius yelped.
"NO!" he hissed. "Not that kind of me time." Remus cracked an eye and nodded understandingly.
Another awkward silence followed until Sirius turned slightly to Remus. "You know, I think you look good older. It's charming," Sirius said. Remus colored and picked at the edge of the sheet nervously.
Sirius leaned over and kissed Remus' temple sloppily, then dropped back to his spot next to him.
Remus grinned in the dark and bit his lip.
"You'd still be handsome even if you were old," Remus muttered. Sirius flung his arm out and whacked him playfully.
They fell asleep soon after, only to be awaken by a curious James, who wanted to know why exactly Sirius was curled up against his best mate's side.
And sixteen years later, in the familiar morbid stench of the Shrieking Shack, Remus would look at Sirius slyly and whisper under his breath,"I told you you'd still be handsome." Sirius would grin back devilishly and sneak a kiss onto his temple. "And I told you that you were always charming."