Author's Note: Written for the Puppy Love Challenge by HPJellicleCat on the HPFC forum.
Closet
"Move over, Moony!"
"Ow, that's my foot!"
"Prongs, get your bloody knee out of my face."
"That's Pete's knee, you prat."
"No it's not, it's too bony – Moony!"
"Well, if you weren't practically on top of me!"
The four boys continue to scuffle, voicing their protests in loud whispers, until Sirius finally finds himself stuffed between Remus, who has been shoved to the back of the closet, and James, who is right in front of the door. Peter is curled up on James's other side, sulking and nursing the foot James stepped on.
"My foot hurts," he whines.
"Shut up, Wormtail," James hisses. "Filch will be here any second! Do you want us to get caught?"
"I told you this was a bad idea," Remus murmurs.
Sirius leans against the back of the closet, folding his arms across his chest. About to put in his own two Knuts, he stops himself as the sound of Filch muttering to his cat floats through the crack in the door.
"They're here somewhere… don't worry, my sweet, we'll find them."
Peter gives a soft whimper, but when all three of the others glare in his direction, he falls silent. Mercifully, Filch doesn't seem to hear him.
The sounds coming to them now indicate that Filch is exploring the corridor thoroughly. They'll be here for a few minutes. Sirius lets out a silent breath and sinks to the ground – or tries to. Remus's legs are in the way. When he settles on top of them anyway, Remus scowls at him and makes a shooing motion with his hand.
Sirius smirks. 'What are you going to do about it?' he mouths to the other boy.
Remus is good at reading lips. His scowl deepens, and he mouths something back, but Sirius is not so proficient. Remus repeats it twice more before Sirius gets it.
'Get. You. Back. Later,' is what Remus is telling him.
Sirius gives an involuntary shiver. Remus is not usually this vindictive. Fortunately, James gives the all clear before he can think too much about it.