Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah J.K.R owns everybody, blah blah...

A/n: Just to get this clear, I am NOT a supporter of S/R SLASH, I am, in fact, against it.

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Remus stared at the moon that could've passed as a full one.

One more day, though. Just one more day.

He felt sick, extremely sick, but somehow managed to drag to the balcony, just for the last few breath's of fresh air. He leaned against the railing for support, nausea traveling through him. A cold wind passed, causing his teeth to chatter slightly.

Out of no where, Sirius pushed in front of him, setting his feet on the railing.

Remus leaned over a bit, feeling like vomiting...

"What the heck?"

Sirius spread his arms out at their maximum length, and let the breeze fly through his hair.

"I'm flying, Jack, I'm flying!"

"Where do you get this stuff?"

"Dreams, my friend, dreams."

"From what?"

"Vh1."

"What?"

"I love the 90's."

"You're talking crazy."

"I'm right handed."

"Obviously."

"Then why did you ask."

"Because it seemed appropriate."

"That was a rhetorical question."

"It didn't seem like one."

"Then why wasn't there a question mark?"

"I can't tell whether there's a question mark at the end of your sentence."

"You're no fun."

"Hey, I walked around the school in those suspender things."

"Only Leonardo Decaprio can pull off the suspender look, and still look hot."

"I thought you got over your feelings for guys, Pads."

"I never had feelings."

"You never ask girls out. You totally ignore them."

"They're all nothing but drooling monkeys."

"So, you might get a little wet."

"Shut up."

"Muffins."

"I dare you, Sirius Black, to ask a girl out in three days. Since I'm gonna be a little out there for while, and gotta see."

"What yah gonna do if I don't?"

"Make use out of my utter brilliance."

"Okay, three days, gotta get a date. Deal."

"Brilliant."

"I despise you."

"Tell me that tomorrow night. Can you get out of my view now?"

"Muffins."