Title: A Night at the Shrieking Shack

Author: The Station – passing-afternoon

Prompt: Remus and gang are chilling in the Shrieking Shack. Drabblicious.

Rating/Genre: T/General

Spoiler/Warning: Contains kinda suggestive language about personal stuff.

Pairing(s): Anything you like.

Fandom: Harry Potter

"So, it's your time of month again, huh?" James teased Remus as the four of them walked toward the Shrieking Shack.

"Shut up, Prongs. It's bad enough that he has it." Sirius said cheekily.

"You guys are mean." Peter said.

"Don't be such a killjoy, Wormy." James replied.

"We're reaching the Whomping Willow. Wormtail, you're up." Sirius said.

"With a sigh, Peter Pettigrew turned into a rat and went to touch the knot in between the Whomping Willow's flailing shoots. As they reached the Shrieking Shack and settle down, James brought out some Butterbeer.

"Here! I got them from the Three Broomsticks."

"Awesome!" Sirius said.

And they talked and laughed till late.

A/N: NAWTTT a drabble. I know. FAILED attempt. Heh.