Chapter 37: The Athletic Type
Sirius had thought long and hard, more than any academic assignment, heck, more than almost anything, about what would impress Hermione.
"Don't girls always like funny?" Peter asked.
"Oh, obviously," James said as he ran a hand through his hair.
"If that was true, Remus would have the girls. He's funny even to look at!" Sirius joked.
Remus spelled a flock of canaries at him in response.
"Even if that was true-" Sirius said as he waged battle against the yellow birds, "that's just a lie. They just find attractive guys funny. I mean, have you heard how horrible Malfoy's jokes are? Yet he still takes girls away from me..."
"Only you would complain about your fanclub size when you're trying to catch Mione," Lupin said dryly.
"Well, your flying abilities are pretty 'funny' then," James said offhandedly.
"Of course!" Sirius said in revelation, "Quidditch! And we're going to play Hufflepuff this weekend. They'll get flattened for sure, and so will her heart by my awesomeness!"
"And I wonder how you don't write your papers with such elegant metaphors as that," Lupin snarked.
Sirius looked at him, eyebrows drawn together. The werewolf was being awfully prissy for the full moon having just passed; Sirius wondered what was rubbing Lupin's fur the wrong way.
"Hey, Remus," Sirius said as he jumped on his friend's bed. One of the stacks of books near Lupin tipped over onto him, and Sirius gave an aplogetic smile before picking them back up.
"You don't, uh, mind right?" Sirius asked as he finished arranging the books.
"Why would I?" Remus asked with a horrible poker face.
"Please don't tell me..." Sirius drifted off.
"It's nothing," Remus sniffed before bringing his book up to cover his face.
And Sirius thought the 'Mione Problem' couldn't have gotten worse.
Posted: 1.3.2012
Word Count: 300
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