"Great, this is just great," Remus muttered to himself, watching Sirius dunk his head under the ice machine. As the ice fell, Sirius' head was pummeled.

"Moony, this is great! I love muggle hotels!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Padfoot, you idiot, don't say muggle!" James yelled, annoyed.

"Mum," Remus pleaded, "Please, can we just go to a Wizard Hotel? I don't think Sirius and James can handle this!"

"Nonsense," said Mrs. Lupin, "You know your father gets nervous in those. Besides, I think your friends will enjoy a muggle experience. Sirius seems to be having a good time," she concluded, gesturing to Sirius, who was chewing on the room key, a look of pleasure on his face.

"Why do wizard hotels make your dad nervous?" Peter asked.

"I'm sure it's some psychological thing. You know, he is a muggle and all."

"I saw this lovely steakhouse down the street on the way here," Mrs. Lupin said as they entered their adjoined rooms, "Do you boys want to go there for dinner with Max and me?"

"I'm not really that hungry," James said, looking at the other boys.

"Me neither," Peter agreed eagerly.

Sirius looked disgusted, and began to sing to Remus, "You can eat if you want to, you can leave your friends behind, because your friends don't eat, and if they don't eat, well they're no friend of mine!"

"I'll be sure not to acquire anorexia," Remus said demurely, as the rest simply stared at Sirius for a few moments. Mr. Lupin applauded.

"So I guess we're going?" Remus asked Sirius.

"Damn straight."

A/N: Yes, we know there is such thing as a canon timeline. Bugger off. OOC, anyone? R&R, thanks