This one was done for a drabble challange for the term "you look like hell".
Sirius stood before Remus looking like a starving wet dog that rolled around in mud. Remus could only gape as he grasped at the door to his home. He knew that Sirius wouldn't look like a Hollywood movie star, but he wasn't expecting his best friend to look that bad.
Remus looked up at down at his best friend, "You look like hell." He was seldom this blunt, but he couldn't help himself
"What?" Sirius boggled, "Is this how you greet your best friend?" He glared at Remus.
"Uh, well, of course not..." Remus stammered, not knowing what else to say.
When Sirius stomped inside the house, Remus stood aside and let Sirius brush right past him. He closed the door and waited for Sirius to really explode, which he did.
"I've been in Azkabahn for twelve years, I was hiding as a dog while living on rats for one year and I had to drag myself here! What did you expect? A bloody rockstar!"
"No, of course not," Remus replied, trying to stifle helpless laughter. "I just didn't think you'd look that bad."
Sirius spun around, "Well, what in the buggery bullocks were you thinking then?"
"Honestly, I did not know what to expect," Remus shrugged. "Maybe the way you looked in the Shrieking Shack?"
"I looked awful then!" Sirius said.
"You look awful now," Remus answered and without thinking, started to laugh.
"Try staying in Azkabahn for twelve years, Remus". Sirius shook his head, grinning. He looked around the house and followed Remus into the kitchen.
"You want some coffee?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at the very shaggy Sirius.
"I want some food, that's what I want," Sirius replied, sitting at the kitchen table, head in hands. "You've got food, right?"
"Of course, I have food," Remus rummaged around the cabinents, throwing Sirius as many snack foods as he could find. "Those should suffice while I prepare some dinner." As he put out pots and pans, he said, "You would have looked better if you came here naked." He laughed.
Sirius shook his his head, chuckling, "Yea, I probably would have, but I didn't want to tempt you."
"I don't think you would have tempted me," Remus sat across from his friend. "You're too damned filthy."
"Don't tell me you expected me to be clean," Sirius' dark eyes widened. "I'm sorry I couldn't be as fastidious as you. It's kind of hard to do when you're in a prision that makes you relive all your bad memories and I had a lot of them. Besides, I'm not you and you're certainly not me."
"Thank God for that," Remus joked.
"Oh, that's very funny, Remus," Sirius bobbed his head up and down. "Anyway, I'll be staying here for as long as I can, but I have to leave eventually, you know this."
Remus looked down, suddenly feeling his heart drop, "Yes, I know."
