Scrapbooks
"What the hell are you doing?" Sirius asked a busy Remus as he walked into the dorms on a winter's afternoon. "Why aren't you…why didn't you meet us outside? IT'S SNOWING!" Sirius exclaimed with a look on his face as if this was a complete miracle, and not a regular occurrence during winter at Hogwarts, which it undoubtedly was. When Remus didn't answer, absorbed in what he was doing, as always, Sirius continued.
"Moony, what are all these weird bits of paper for? And those pictures...Oh! Me! Wow, I look pretty damn good in that one don't I?" He grinned and winked at a partially oblivious Remus, about to pick up some of the paper from the page.
"Don't!" Remus jumped, grabbing Sirius' hand and moving it away. His fingers lingered there a moment longer than they should have… "Leave it or you'll muck up my page layout! It's a scrapbook if you must know."
"Well what am I in it for?! I'm not scrap I hope?" Sirius looked seriously alarmed by this. Remus chuckled.
"No you're not scrap, don't worry. That's just what it's called. A scrapbook is a just like an ordinary book, but instead of containing just words, it has pictures and stuff personalised, to be kept as memories happy times, things you've enjoyed, people you care about the most."
Sirius beamed, "I'm in your scrapbook?"
"Of course you are, you all are, you're my best friends."
"Moony?"
"Yes Padfoot."
"Can I make a scrapbook?"
"I don't see why not."
"Will you help me?"
"Of course."
"Right. I need ALL the pictures of you." Remus blushed.