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BUBBLES
Sirius was almost too tired to perform the Re-heating Charm, but he just about managed it, and settled back against Remus to stare at the bubbles in profound bliss.
"It's getting smaller," Remus remarked thoughtfully.
"What?"
"Mmm? The soap."
"Poor soap," Sirius said lazily. "Wasting away like that. Don't be sad, soap. Moony and I will care for you."
"Sirius, you're a lunatic," Remus said, lathering him gently.
"Only for you, Moony," Sirius said and kissed Remus' throat sloppily. "Would you like to name our soap?"
"Right now I would like for you to not drown – Pads!"
"Alexander. Alexander Soap."
His dog-laugh sounded off the walls.
"I am not amused, Sirius. Kindly get out and towel yourself."
"Look Moony, Alexander's blowing bubbles at us. 'Bye, Alexander. Don't waste away without us."
Then
Remus woke with a start, his skull thwacking sharply against the cracked ivory rim of the tub, just in time to stop himself from swallowing a mouthful of ice-cold bathwater.
"Moony, do not make me come in there," a voice called from outside.
The soap sat in a froth of bubbles, white and diminished. Remus thought of Sirius talking to himself in Azkaban. He wondered if they had soap there.
"Wasting away without us, Alexander?" he asked aloud, and thought, My God, I am going crazy.
Carefully he pulled himself up, dried and dressed and opened the door into the bedroom. "Sorry, Sirius," he said. "I fell asleep again."
The boy in the portrait shook his head. "You're crazy, you know."
