The sun rose late that Christmas Eve morning, and so did four old friends, sleeping till noon.
Well, most of them were asleep.
A shirtless Remus sat up on his bed, chewing an old piece of Drooble's, to nervous to sleep. Lily had been his friend for so long, and James had been his friend even longer. He didn't want to see a perfect match ruined. Little did he know that he had nothing to worry about, and that everything was going to be fine. He realized six o'clock was late enough and decided someone should make breakfast.
"Pancakes are a good choice. Oh, and hot chocoalte for everyone! And Sirius will need the Marauder Hangover Mix!" said Remus to himself, or so he thought.
"Talking to yourself again, Moony?" said James, who was also not wearing a shirt.
"Oh James," Remus said, dropping a whole lot of pans with a crash, "you gave me a fright."
"Sorry," he replied with all grins, "want help? it will be just like old times, except instead of houseelves we will be making the food.And I suppose Sirius needs a Marauder Hangover Mix...I swear he must have one of those every morning."
But the breakfast preparations were alot harder than they thought. Between the flamming omletes, blackened pancakes, and somewhat lumpy and disgusting coffee, however, the two friends made a kind of delicious breakfast. At the moment of some intense pancake flipping, in walks Lily with one-size-fits-no one tshirt of James'. (why he had a shirt that large is beyond my knowing). Remus looked quickly at James, who had a sheepish grin on his face. "I'm going to go wake everyone up for breakfast," said James, leaving a nervous Remus and a slgihtly tired Lily. This can only lead to one thing...
awkward silence.
Of course the silence didn't last long, as Remus never liked silence. "So, how was...um... last night?"
"mmm. It was wonderful. How do you get 'em that big, Remus?" said Lily.
"Excuse me?" said a startled Remus
"The Pancakes. How do you get them so big and fluffy."
"Well, the secret is that if you add a bit of sugar, you CAN get a rise out of them."
Wow. Nothing more awkward than this awkward situation the two were in. He should have gone with the usual "nice weather we're having" or the always appropriate "How are your stocks", but its a good thing Sirius hated to be woken up. He had his usual yell-mumbling and the occasional grumble-stumble out of bed.
"Ah, good morning Peter! So glad to see you here at this hour! And... where are James and Sirius?" asked Remus, a little too cherily if you ask me.
"Meh. Almost here." he mummbly respnded. And at almost perfect timing; in came Sirius, being forced into the room by a muscular James, who immediatly passed him his Marauder Hangover Mix.
"So," Remus started after a long and awkward silence, "How are the oranges?"
how was that? okay it was kinda rushed because my summer resolution is to finish all my stories and then finish the rest of the series. Sorry this one was kinda dirty with all the hidden messages but the whole thing about adding sugar to pancakes to make them fluffier...that is true
next chapter will probably come soon