DECEMBER 16 SUNDAY
Sirius spent most nights, if not all, in his old dorm simply because he would fall asleep there.
Now last night had really taken the biscuit. James and Remus thought it was time for an intervention.
"It's time for an intervention," James told Sirius.
Sirius took the toothbrush out of his mouth.
"Like I keep saying, mushrooms aren't habit forming! My depression went away! The bad rep just comes from CIA wanting to demonise the anti-war movement! Charles Manson didn't really take acid-"
"Not that! You broke Christmas last night. It's kind of a big issue right now."
"It's not my big issue right now."
"It's my big issue right now! Just to get an official response, do you even remember what you did?"
Sirius sighed and rolled his eyes. "I broke some thingy!"
"You broke Christmas!"
"I know! Woopsie daisy! Sorry! I don't know what came over me. I just get these moments where I just really want to destroy Christmas!"
"We know! Your moonswings!"
"It's obviously that mask," said Remus. "You should get rid of it."
"I can't I need it for the show, don't I? The show is on Friday. I'll get rid of it after the show."
"That mask could very well ruin the show."
"It's like it's stalking me. If only there was some place I could put it in the meantime, so it wouldn't just randomly appear and affect me."
But just where?
"Maybe if somebody else were to wear it in the meantime..."
"Well I'm not doing it!" said James.
"Think! Must be somebody who's already grumpy and miserable and hates Christmas to the point where the mask wouldn't really affect them!"
"But how do we get Sourpus Grape to wear the thing?"
"Well you know the facial mask potion he's cooking? Let's put it there!"
"Great let's do it!"
"Okay!"
And so they left to do just that, merrily arm-in-arm.