Disclaimer: This universe is JKR's, and I'm sure she'd be appalled at what I've done with it.
Author's Note: Quick, pointless and hopefully painless. Written for Whit, because she told me to. Special thanks to Tove and 'Manda for inspiration.
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"You saw them doing what?" exclaimed Sirius.
Kyra Morgan, three years younger than Sirius and probably scarred for life by what she had witnessed, repeated her announcement in a whisper. Sixteen-year-old Sirius started cackling, rubbing his hands together. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"The Bloody Baron and the Grey Lady, getting it on!" he gasped in astonishment. "I mean, really, who knew!"
Kyra shook her head to show that she, definitely, hadn't know.
"I didn't even know that sort of thing was possible!" Sirius muttered . He frowned, thoughtful. "It must be awful cold, though."
He shivered.
"Ugh."