Author's Notes: Look! There's more! Wowness. Review, por favor! :)

"Coming to work, Padfoot?" James' voice called from the bedroom, where, from the sound of it, was no longer blind.

Sirius scratched his chin in mock thought. "After the Pineapple Incident, I'm not sure…"

Remus snorted. "Pineapple Incident? Do I even want to know about that?"

James walked in, fully dressed, and grinning. "You should have been there, Remus. The battle simulator for practice makes 'enemies' for you to hex—"

"And it all comes from this box thing that looked like a piece of Muggle equipment," added Sirius. "So then yesterday, Moody says we have to beat as many as possible—"

"I went first, and got thirty-seven—" said James, "Then this prat here goes and—"

"I beat the whole machine," continued Sirius smugly.

Remus raised an eyebrow.

"All three hundred and forty-two enemies, vanquished!"

Remus chuckled. "What did you do, throw pineapples at them?"

James shook his head. "He transfigured the box thing into a pineapple."

Sirius shrugged. "I was aiming for a watermelon, but oh well."

"Moody was furious—was raving mad—"

"And the rest of the Auror Division was laughing their pants off," finished Sirius. He bowed.

James gave Sirius one last look. "So—"

Sirius plopped down at the table, joining Remus. "I'm going to take the day off. Tell him I was devastated and couldn't come to work."

James rolled his eyes, took several pieces of Remus' toast, and Apparated.

Remus looked at his empty plate, then at Sirius. Remus eyed Sirius over the Prophet. "What are you doing today, then? Besides making me breakfast, that is."

Sirius grinned at him. "Want to come, Remus? It'll be you and me, just like good old days—"

"Are you going on your bike?" Remus asked warily.

Sirius leaned back on the chair, putting his feet on the table. "Sure," he said.

"I am just letting you know, there is no way I am getting on that bike. It's lethal."

"Lethal, Moony? You have no sense of adventure."

"This coming from a man whose sense of fun is out on the Quidditch field, facing a dozen Bludgers at once."

"That is fun," retorted Sirius, and leaned back some more.

Remus carefully folded the Daily Prophet and set it down, waiting.

Sirius tilted the chair further.

Remus waited.

Suddenly Sirius lost his balance, and the chair flipped over, dumping Sirius unceremoniously onto the floor.

Remus grinned.

"I'm okay," Sirius announced, getting back up. "Stop laughing."

The doorbell rang, and Sirius, still muttering to himself, answered it.

"Hi, Sirius. Not going to work?" Remus heard Peter's voice from the doorway.

"Nope."

Peter walked in with Sirius, discussing the Pineapple Incident. Peter chuckled.

"Stay for breakfast, Pete, we never see you anymore," offered Remus. "Sirius was just about to make some, after James went and filched all of mine."

"Hey," said Sirius, "I am not spending my day off serving you, Moony."

Remus looked aghast. "I wouldn't dream of it. Imagine. My whole day would be ruined."

Peter chuckled. "So what are you doing, Sirius?"

Sirius grinned at Peter. "Come along and find out."

Peter glanced at Remus warily. "Is he going on his bike?"

Remus nodded.

Peter paled, muttering to himself. "Er, it's okay, Sirius, I just remembered—I have to go to work today, unlike some people, my boss doesn't think I'm cute—"

Sirius was cooking breakfast haphazardly. "Ah. Amelia Bones. She is something."

Remus snorted.

Author's Notes:  Fluff? Dunno. This looks like it is going somewhere, so stay tuned for part three…what does Sirius do on his day off?