Black card: If it weren't for getting [white card: caught by your roommate doing inappropriate wand things], I wouldn't have spent that time in Azkaban!

A little crack fic to celebrate the Weasley twins' birthday! Thanks to KoraKunkel for her betaing :)

"I'm sorry, explain that again?" Remus Lupin stared at Sirius Black blankly from across the kitchen table in Grimmauld Place, not sure if what he had just heard was correct. Maybe he imagined the ridiculous words that had come out of his friend's mouth? Perhaps it was a side effect of the firewhiskey they were all drinking...

Sirius sighed dramatically as he leaned back in his chair and began to count off on his fingers. "One: I was sent to Azkaban because Pettigrew framed me for the murder of those muggles and the betrayal of James and Lily. Pettigrew was only chosen for the Fidelius charm because you were… busy, and he wouldn't be seen as 'the obvious choice.'

"Two: He wasn't seen as the 'obvious choice' because everyone knew I lived with the Potters' and that James and I were like brothers.

"Three: I moved in with the Potters because my bitch of a mother cursed me when I didn't take the mark.

"Four: I didn't take the mark because I never agreed with my family.

"Five: I didn't agree with my family because Andy was cast out for marrying a muggleborn.

"Six: Andy married a muggleborn because they didn't have all those uppity morals about girls being 'pure' for marriage.

"Seven: Those lack of uppity morals meant there were quite a few older girls that fancied me that were… let's just say 'more experienced' than others.

"And finally, eight: Those lovely ladies being more experienced is why James walked in on me one afternoon with this fantastically flexible sixth year Hufflepuff bending over while I used my wand to–"

Remus hastily leaned towards Sirius and clamped his hand tightly over his friend's mouth in order to keep the rest of the sentence a mystery. "I believe we get the point," he said, desperately trying to keep from laughing as he gestured towards Harry's wide eyes. The boy was clearly far more innocent than either of them had been before their fifth year.

Sirius licked Remus' palm and grinned triumphantly as the werewolf quickly snatched his hand away in disgust. "So! To recap: if it weren't for getting caught by your roommate doing inappropriate wand things, I wouldn't have spent that time in Azkaban!"

"Sirius, James was both of our roommates. And you shouldn't have been doing that in our shared dormitory– you could've at least put up an alert ward or a silencing charm..."

Sirius waved his hand nonchalantly. "Semantics. Besides, it was nothing compared to what I once caught him doing with Lily..."

Their attention was drawn back to Harry as it sounded like he began to cough. Remus reached out to pat his back and make sure he hadn't choked on the small bit of firewhiskey he was given.

"That stuff is hot," Harry sputtered, taking a moment to regain his breath before he turned a suspicious glare onto his godfather. "And what exactly did you see my mum and dad doing?" His eyes narrowed dangerously and Sirius found himself slightly cringing with regret of his earlier choice of words.

"Uh… well, son…" He rubbed his hand awkwardly against the back of his neck as he shot a pleading glance at Remus to save him. Remus merely gestured for him to continue as he took another long sip of firewhiskey. "Y'see, when two people love each other very much–"

Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust and slid his chair backwards away from the table. "I don't need to hear the bloody 'talk' in relation to my parents!"

Sirius shrugged helplessly. "You asked!"

"It was rhetorical!"

Remus tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling and sigh. Sometimes it was like nothing had changed; Sirius would always find a way to put his foot in his mouth at one point or another and the world would keep on spinning.