Third Year
"Start a band with me, Moony."
"What?"
Sirius leant back, elegantly exhaling smoke in a perfect ring and studying Remus from under his lashes.
"A band, Moons. Let's start the shittiest band in history. I'll be the god-awful lead singer who can't hit a note to save his life, and you can be the guitarist who doesn't even know the meaning of a chord so he just pulls the pick up and down the strings. We can stay at the bottom of Hogsmeade on the streets and see how little money we make." He explained.
Remus chuckled, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.
Sirius and him were both sat on the windowsill of the dormitory rooms with the window open, smoking. Remus was knelt on the ledge, leaning halfway out so the teachers couldn't smell the lingering stench of tobacco, whilst Sirius didn't really seem to care either way and was blatantly exhaling into the room.
Remus sighed, dropping down as he realised his efforts to prevent the smoky smell from infiltrating the dorm was futile, and settled next to Sirius, who promptly lay his head against Remus' shoulder.
"I'm so done." Remus muttered.
"Don't say that, Moons, I need ultimate commitment from my partner in shittiness. We'll make it so big."
Remus shook his head, flicking ash out of the window.
"I'm going nowhere, Padfoot. I have no fucking clue about the future."
"Who the fuck needs plans?" Sirius snorted. "Where's the fun in that? Live fast, die young, that's my motto. I have no idea where I'm gonna end up, but as long as there's drugs, booze, and girls, I'm fine with that."
Remus chuckled.
"I might just become a heroin addict. Go live under a bridge in Jamaica."
"That's the spirit!" Sirius chirped.
Remus sighed again.
"Now what's wrong?" Sirius asked, his grey eyes gazing into Remus' worried brown ones.
"It's just…I don't know. I'm not as confident as you, Padfoot. I gotta have a plan, or else everything seems to fall apart. I'm scared, to change my mind, to choose wrong, I mean, half of the stuff I chose in the options was based on a career decision I made whilst I was a naive, stupid idiot!" Remus vented, frowning slightly and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.
Sirius snorted with laughter.
"Remus Muriel Lupin, if you're stupid idiot, then that makes me…an uneducated pignut!" Sirius exclaimed dramatically.
Remus exploded into peals of laughter, making Sirius grin as he took a proud drag of his cigarette.
"Okay, first of all, Muriel?! My middle name is John, which you've known since first year," Remus chuckled, "And secondly, pignut? What?"
"Hey, at the very least...it was inventive. Eh? Eh?" Sirius laughed, elbowing Remus in the ribs.
"Okay, ow, ow, dammit Sirius, you have some seriously bony elbows." complained Remus, rubbing the tender stop on his chest gingerly
