Chapter Title: Fireworks of Doom and Exposition a.k.a. Peter Has No Back Bone
Author's Notes: I am done three (count them, THREE) of my essays. This means I have one week left to fake my way through 20 pages of chapter questions. Oh joy. So the next... they're not even chapters. They're chapels. (Chapter plus drabble equals Chapel, which sounds remarkably sacreligous.) The next won't be up until I finish. Sorry.
If there was one thing that Sirius was not, it was patient. His general attitude on the subject was that so long as he was aware of it, he needn't change it. This sentiment, of course, was before the days of Remus Lupin and the Unrequited Infatuation ("OF DOOM!" an unidentifiable voice from the back of Sirius' brain tacked on). Of doom, Sirius agreed, because, though patience was not one of his strong suits, dramatics certainly were.

"O woe is me," he sighed, collapsing onto a nearby surface (a couch, as it were, in the common room), and clutching a pillow tightly to his chest. More than one student eyed the pillow enviously. With James off lusting after Evans Merlin-knew-where and Remus, being both the problem and possible solution to his issues, avoiding Sirius like the Black plague (despite his mood, Sirius could still appreciate a good pun when he heard it), the task of empathizing fell to Peter.

"Er," Peter said.

"Will you aid me in my hour of need?" Sirius suddenly lunged at Peter desperately, clawing at his shoulders. Peter was approximately an inch away from being hexed into oblivion by Sirius' nearby groupies. "Deny me not, dear Peter, for you are my sole form of companionship in the God-forsaken place," Sirius continued, unaware of Peter's impending doom.

Being around Sirius, Peter decided, was an experience likened to drowning under a tide of personality. This in itself was not an image that Peter wished to be involved with, mainly because Peter could not swim. To make matters worse, Peter still had traces of whatever it was that had been in his system. It had caused him to obey every command without a second thought. At least now, though, he could think before being forced to obey. Peter was unsure if this was an improvement.

"Oh yes, do tell me everything," Peter gushed while simultaneously cringing.

Before Peter could mourn the loss of whatever he had left of his free will, James burst into the room. As he was known to be, Peter was relieved and tempted to sing praises. Simply a side effect, he told himself.

"How could you do that?" James asked Sirius incredulously, "More to the point, how did you do that?"

"Do what?" Sirius responded predictably. James shot him a glance before dragging him across the room to the window.

Sirius looked outside and was... not shocked. The sky had been magicked black, but it was hardly anything to get excited about. Unless, of course, it happened to have explosions and shiny things. Sirius nearly wet himself with glee.

That is- until he realized what the lovely shiny things were spelling out. Sirius gaped as the sparkly explosions above betrayed him and spelled out their love for Remus from... Lily?


Author's Notes: Multiple. Plot lines. That is all. My computer was determined to make this a cliff-hanger ending but I beat the system. To a degree. They're staying above 450 words, slowly but surely they will be longer. Thanks to all of you who review/read!