((Author's notes: Sirius: First things first. This was a role-play, and for those of you who have no clue what one is, I'll just say that it's like improvisation, with three different people playing three different characters. We really had just made it up as we went along. Apologies for our (*cough* my *cough*) twisted sense of humor, lack of plot, too much snogging/smiling, and inability to cook or dance properly. The people who have misspelled words have been poked for their mistakes. Repeatedly. With a pointy stick. And, in my defense, I had words like 'largened', 'murmed', and 'nosel' to work with.
Please understand that Remus hasn't cooked before, and was only enlightened by his Home Ec. Teacher after he'd written half the posts. Which was actually quite funny to witness. Oh, and this is slashy and adorable and we could use an artist to help illustrate Siri in his pink frilly apron. By the way, every double, and triple entendre was meant to be, and we try to make fun of our characters as often as possible. Or at least I do…))
Remus
"Rinny... um... did I do this correctly?" came the
soft voice of a certain light-haired boy who looked down at a mixing bowl and
the ingredients inside. A small house elf hurried over and stood up on tiptoes,
looking down at it. "It appears like you did, Mr. Lupin..." she squeaked,
giving a faint smile. "Now just finish putting in the rest of the
ingredients as I told you before and you should be fine!" With that she
took off and continued on helping with the other house elves.
Sighing helplessly, he began to mix the ingredients by hand,
determined to make a batch of cookies without using magic, and by himself. It
took a little convincing to get the house elf to help him make the
cookies, instead of just making them for him. Still he did manage to convince
little Rinny, and she had been helping him while still going about her
business.
Looking pretty stupid at the moment, with his hair was
pulled into pigtails, one on each side to prevent his shaggy hair from getting
into his face. He wore an apron that Rinny had dug up for him and his hands
were covered in flour. Specks of flour were seen on his uniform (on which the
sleeves were rolled up and his robe cast aside) and on his face, but he didn't
mind. Smiling, he continued to mix the batter and started adding the finishing
ingredients. So far his potion classes had paid off well.
Feeling proud with himself at making what looked like normal
cookie-batter, he just smiled and continued to mix it with the wooden spoon.
Some of the house elves just looked at him with silent laughter written on
their faces but they said nothing, letting him have his fun. Some were a bit
upset that they couldn't be given a job, but they didn't bother and carried on
with their own occupations, hoping to get more.
Remus began to hum a song, as he swirled the spoon, a large smile on his face. Rinny just watched him with a careful eye, and shook her head slightly. Remus laughed, and never thought that baking would be so much fun... It was ten times better than Potions!
Laural
In another part of the kitchen, baking was occurring as
well. Laurel had just had this weird craving for muffins. Pumpkin ones to be
exact. It had taken quite a while, the better part of two hours to convince the
house elves to let her bake it herself using her own recipe.
It took even longer to convince them to leave her alone in a
small area of their precious kitchen and that she wouldn't set anything on
fire, or something like that. Finally, she had gotten started and currently
they were in the oven.
Concentration abated, allowing her mind to wander, she
looked around. Spotting Remus, she slipped over to him. Her hair was tied back
in the usual braid, though a few wisps of hair were out of place. Dressed in
her most comfortable Muggle clothes, loose black pants made from stretchy material
and a short-sleeved black shirt, she had hidden them under a robe for the
duration of the trek to the kitchen.
Needless to say, that article of clothing now lay folded on
the table she had used.
"Do you bake often, or is this just a new experience?" she questioned Remus in a quiet tone, leaning against a nearby counter as she watched.
Remus
Looking over at her, he blinked a couple times, and stopped stirring. Putting a smile quickly on his face, he nodded at her question. "It is pretty new to me... since my mum always used to do the baking... but used magic. So I never really learned anything..." he smiled again and continued stirring the batter, more lazily and slowly than before. "I just wanted to do something different...," he said with a shy smile, covering the main reason he was making them. It didn't matter and he would only blush if he did say it.
Laural
She had learned to bake at the center. Kind of strange that
she'd learned to do so many things there. Her father wasn't exactly a master
chef. Normally they'd just have takeout, or leftovers.
"I see..." Laurel said, as her stony green gaze softened, looking at his dough. "What kind are you making?"
Sirius
Sirius tickled the pear and entered the kitchens, searching
for Remus. He was bored, and lonely, and he smelled food. Good food,
apparently. He walked through the bustle of the kitchens comfortably, fending
off curious house elves. He caught sight of Moony, decked out in an apron and
pigtails, and broke into a very mischievous and wide grin.
Sirius snuck up behind Moony and leaned over his shoulder,
appearing as if he had come out of nowhere. "Mmm," he said as he
looked down at the batter and sniffed. "Smells good. What is it?"
He leaned in and whispered in Moony's ear, "Where's a camera when you need one, Miss Pigtails?"
Remus
Growling, Remus glared at Sirius and elbowed him playfully. "Padfoot..." he growled, quickly sticking his nose in the air, acting stubborn. Looking over at Laurel, he only gave a smile. "Sugar cookies," he replied with a smile while sending a glare over in Sirius' direction.
Turning back to the batter, he continued to stir it, making sure it was nice and smooth. Smiling, proud of his work, he looked back at Sirius. "I'm making cookies, Padfoot, and you won't get any for calling me 'Miss Pigtails'..." Turning back to the batter, he finished stirring. "Mr. Moony is now going to punish you by ignoring you..." he said, as if talking to the air, a small smirk on his face as he collected the baking sheet from underneath the table.
Laural
Sugar. As she had thought. Falling back into silence, her constant companion, she watched the antics of the two. She'd overheard some speculation and hearsay that those two were having a secret affair from some Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff first years... Who knew? They were first years, after all.
Sirius
Sirius pouted. "Oh, Mr. Moony wouldn't do that to poor
little Mr. Padfoot, would he? Not if he knew how good it smelled..."
Sirius grinned and watched Moony bend over to get a pan, "...and
looked..." he said slowly, grinning widely. "Can I have a
taste?" he asked loudly, and grinned wider.
He leaned over and whispered in Moony's ear, as his love's hands were busy, "I'm not talking about the food, either. Please?" he asked, hoping he would get at least a kiss for his efforts. Maybe after the food was in the oven, though he wasn't entirely sure he could wait that long before giving in and snogging Moony senseless. Best not to traumatize the house elves, though.
Remus
Standing up straight, the pan in hand, he looked over his
shoulder slightly at the other boy and tried his best not to smile. Still, he
couldn't help seem to help it, and smiled. Placing the pan on the countertop,
he now turned to look at Sirius and placed his hands on his hips petulantly.
"I can't ignore you..." Remus said, sighing, "but you can't have a taste of the batter... since it does have raw eggs in it and I don't want you getting sick." Smiling, he then grabbed Sirius by the shirt and, pulling him down to his level, planted a kiss heavily on his lips, tongue and all. Pulling away, Remus only smiled and let go of his shirt. "Happy?" he asked, with a playful expression on his face, ignoring the stares from the poor house elves.
Sirius
Sirius grinned. "Very," he said softly. "Told
you the audience adds something, Moony." He looked around the kitchen and
smirked as he saw everything he needed.
"So," he said conversationally as he picked up a pink frilly apron and a large chef's hat, "I can't exactly let you do all the work..." he finished as he tied the apron with a big bow. He grinned lopsidedly at Remus and held out his hands. "What can I do to help?" he asked, looking around the kitchen. He really hoped that no one who saw them had a camera, for Remus's sake. I mean, it's one thing to dress up in pink and frilly aprons, but pigtails? Even if they were adorable. He planted a kiss on the top of Remus's head.
Remus
Laughing weakly, Remus shook his head as he turned to face the countertop again. Taking the spoon out of the batter, he placed it to the side and grabbed the pan. "Well... first we make a big cookie, then we cut it up into tiny shapes with cookie cutters!" he said cheerfully, pouring the batter onto the pan. "Then we can decorate them..." he nodded as he took the spoon and made sure all the batter was in the pan.
"Well, at least that's how Rinny told me how to do it. She said this was the easiest way to make it..." Remus laughed weakly and glanced at Sirius. "Did anyone ever tell you how handsome you look with pink?" he asked, as he took the pan of batter and opened the oven. Putting the pan in, he closed the oven and looked over at Sirius. "You should wear it more often."
Sirius
Sirius raised an eyebrow and struck a pose. "So, you
think I should wear a pink dress to the dance? I was going to wear eyeliner and
a touch of makeup, you know; just to accent my handsome features, maybe
glitter? I don't know about pink, but you'd look great in red, Moony, a rich
Gryffindor red, or maybe an earthy green? Standing next to me in my... black
robes? Or do you think pink would go better with yours?" he asked,
grinning at Remus hopefully. He hoped the werewolf would recognize his speech
for what it was, a way to ask him to the dance informally.
"Maybe I'll wear some pink after the dance, Moony..." he said, trying his best not to laugh, "And then you can tell me how I look then..." Sirius waited to see Moony's reaction as he rested his hands on the countertop and watched his friend intently.
Remus
Looking at Sirius with a blank _expression, his face suddenly turned a bright red. The dance. Damnit, he had Lily's help with how he was going to dress for the dance. Gulping, he gave a small smile.
"Uh, er... the dance. Um, yeah..." He was
even redder then a tomato now. Biting his lower lip, he turned away, and
started laughing. Turning back around, he hugged Sirius and laughed.
"Well... I was... going to... surprise you..." he said between
laughs, and quickly calming himself, he smiled. "I'll go to the dance with
you. But I think you should just wear the black robes and save the pink for
later," he said with a smile.
Yes, the way he was going to dress up was to be a big surprise for Sirius, and for the entire school. He had his doubts about it, of course, but now he was positively sure that he was going to go through with it, with the help of Lily, naturally.
Sirius
Sirius hugged him back, and grinned at him, nose to nose. He
nodded. "And does Mr. Moony have any idea what exactly he would like Mr.
Padfoot to wear that is pink? Body paint, perhaps?" Sirius grinned down at
him, threading his fingers through Remus's hair.
"You know," he said quietly, planting another kiss on Remus's nose, "the paint does come in strawberry bubblegum flavor," he finished, grinning widely down at Remus, his long silky hair falling into Remus's face as he brushed it away and creating a small tent as he snogged Moony happily.
Remus
"I don't think I'll go as far as you might want me to, dear Padfoot..." Remus said with a smile, as he snogged Sirius back. Pulling away quickly, he twirled his finger around a piece of Sirius' ebony hair. 'He has such beautiful hair...' he thought to himself before looking back into the other boy's eyes. "How 'bout pink underwear?" he said with a girlish smile, "I think you would look smashing with a pair of pink frilly underwear," he replied jokingly, "It would match that lovely apron you have."
Sirius
Sirius had the grace to finally flush a little, and grinned
at Moony.
"Now this apron is utterly stylish, don't tease me about the
apron..." Sirius warned as he fought his grin back to manageable levels.
He became lost in Moony's eyes and just watched them for a bit, not realizing
his mouth was a little open. Merlin, but those eyes were beautiful, Sirius thought
to himself...
He shook himself a little and snogged Moony quickly. "Underwear, huh? Boxers, my dear Moony?" He trailed off as he looked down at Moony and smiled like the lovesick idiot he felt like. "Besides, I thought you liked those tight black leather trousers I have in the dorm?" he asked, a mischievous gleam to his eyes.
Remus
"I'm sorry for teasing you about your... lovely...
apron, dear Padfoot," he said, trying his best to put a French accent in
his voice. Still, it wasn't the best, and he sounded more than a bit odd. Once
Sirius kissed him, he smiled and nudged him, "Boxers... briefs...
-nothing-... there really is no difference..." he said plainly with a
grin, as he leaned against Sirius, not bothering to take out the pigtails his
hair was stuck in. He still had to decorate those cookies.
Looking up at him when he stated 'the black leather trousers', Remus replied, "Mmm... I've always kept my lips shut about that... but yes... I love those trousers on you, dear...," he said, dramatically, leaning more heavily on Sirius, but not enough to knock them over. The poor house elves were already staring and making sure to be a far-enough distance away from them, and Rinny was completely ignoring the fact that she knew Remus.
Sirius
Sirius grinned at him goofily, and smudged a bit of flour
that he had stuck to his hands on Moony's nose. He looked innocently at Moony,
watching his face a minute before inquiring, lightly,
"Are cookies supposed to smell like that?" he said as he
sniffed the air in a way that strongly resembled Padfoot. There was a burning
odor coming from the ovens, one that was curiously reminiscent of their
"Fire in the Hole!" prank a few years ago. It smelled good, still,
and Sirius hoped they weren't too badly burnt. In fact, he sniffed the air
again, it seemed they would be fine, if taken out immediately. Sirius decided
he didn't have to worry about that, unless he took his chances and snogged
Moony enough to make him forget about the cookies... Now there was an appealing
idea...
Remus
"Sugar..." Remus didn't prefer cursing and had
always replaced the words for something girlish and stupid. But still, it was
better then cursing, as he always said. Turning around hastily and pulling away
from Sirius, he promptly put on an oven mitt and grabbed the baking sheet from
the oven. Grinning, he looked at Sirius. "Not burnt... just crisp..."
he said thoughtfully. "But a minute longer they would be toasted..."
he said, placing the sheet down, and pulling the mitt off.
Walking over to Sirius again, he smiled weakly and yanked on his friend's shirt lightly. "Now, as those cool... Where were we, again?" he asked, absentmindedly, before standing on his toes and kissing Sirius gently, a small smile spreading along his lips.
Sirius
Sirius grinned through the kiss, and threw himself into it
happily, surrounding by the scrumptious odors of baking. He broke it off to
murmur, "Sugar," half-heartedly as he fought laughter. Amusement
twinkled down from his eyes. "I like that," he murmured happily.
"Sugar," he said, testing it out, appearing to taste the sound, as it
were.
Sirius sighed, and hugged Remus tightly, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's slight frame. He rested his head on Remus's shoulder and began a dance, stepping lightly as he took one small step to the left, then one to the right. He pulled back and then stepped forward, leaning into Moony slightly as the dance went.
Remus
"Don't make fun of me..." Remus said with a pout.
"Just because I don't want to curse doesn't give a reason to mock the
words I use in place of a curse..." he muttered, looking at Sirius with a
frown. Still, a glimmer of happiness glinted in his eyes as he looked at
Sirius, moving along with him in his dance. Why they were dancing he had no clue,
but did that matter? No.
Letting his arms wrap around the other boys waist, he just went along with the
dance, and rested his head on Sirius' shoulder. "I don't care
though..." he added, quickly smiling. "You can make fun of me all you
want..." he said with mock sarcasm.
Sirius
Sirius looked down at him, his eyes slit in amusement.
"Oh? So you won't mind if Prongs and I duct-tape you to a wall, then?
Goody." Sirius pretended to rub his hands together in glee as they danced,
which actually turned out to be quite the challenge.
Sirius turned his head and lifted it a little to mouth at
the house elves, which were already trying to ignore them, and doing their
absolute best to not stare at the two oddly-dressed dancing boys who were in
the middle baking. Or, one was, notice the past tense, but the other just
seemed occupied with the first one.
Sirius grinned and looked down at Moony, leaning out to bend Moony over and snog him as they completed that move of the dance. Apparently, he intended to make Remus play the girl, in their dance. "Difference in size," he muttered to Remus as way of explanation.
Remus
"I don't mind," Remus replied brightly, tilting
his head to the side, "You are bigger... and stronger... and more of the
man… I remember someone confused me with a girl when I first arrived here…
Remember when my hair was really long?" he said, closing his eyes.
"And I never tied it up... since my parents never made me before and no
one else cared since we lived pretty much in the middle of nowhere being what I
am..." he said with a sigh. "What made me cut my hair... was when
someone said, 'Excuse me... miss...'" Laughing, he only smiled up at
Sirius. "I wanted to kill that person... but you first thought I was a
girl as well... so did Peter..." he said, nodding, "You whistled at
me... and James hit you... then quickly said, 'It's a guy, dimwit...' You just
glared at him and laughed, denying it. So then, you walked over to me and asked
me yourself what gender I was. I, of course, said I was a guy... you almost
fainted, and James laughed. That's how we met... remember?"
It was fun to remember old times, he had done a lot of that lately, and found it very amusing. It was just like a Muggle TV show. With a smile, he looked back at Sirius and placed a light kiss on his lips. "I agree that you are the 'man' in this relationship, dear Padfoot..."