Disclaimer: I...gasp...don't own anyone!
A/n:...I'm just gonna give the long drawling speech at the end ;)
Stacy-comedy-Hey, I would've kept Tessi. I've just used her for some original stories, and felt weird with her OoC and all. Well, I guess that's a good thing that you didn't suspect the stuff. Ah, a band? Yes, the dork is always on the keyboard. I meant the actual piano for Remus. But I like your band very much.
Red-head attack-I've been wanting muffins all through writing this. Yeah, I think I'll do a little band story now :)
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Two boys lay on the red couch of the Gryffindor Common room.
One had his knees to his chest, propping up an exceptionally heavy, leather book. He would peer over the book, and make a silly face at the other boy every once in a while.
The other was humming a tune to himself, examining a line of red scratches. He had recently been clawed at by one of the secretly awake girls in the dormitory the night before.
Both of them unmistakably being the great Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
The quest had been successful. Their dear, dear X-girlfriend was now sporting black, straight, greasy hair(which had received Snivelly's compliments earlier that day).
The soberness of the room was quite unexplainable. Both of them had had their share of laughs about thirty minutes ago, but the brainless air had long ago died.
Except for when Remus gave an extremely distorted face to Sirius, nothing that you would expect of such a grave, quiet boy.
"You do know I'm noticing those bloody faces of yours, Moony."
"Maybe."
"And not to mention that one you just gave me."
"I'm bored. This book is boring."
"Excuse me, but did Remus Lupin just admit the boringness of literature?"
"No, never mind. It's not the book. It's you."
"What about me?"
"You're being boring. You're supposed to be bothering me out of my wits."
"Bother."
"Please. I know you are a pro at bothering, mate."
"I have nothing random in my head."
"What do you mean you have nothing random? There's absolutely nothing but air in there!"
"Yup."
"Oh, fine. I'll be quiet."
The room again became calm, without Remus' occasional faces. Remus tucked a strand of golden hair behind his ear, and sighed heavily. His sun-kissed eyes darted down each paragraph, going over the mating habits of the flobber worm.
Sirius narrowed his eyes, and nibbled absently on his thumb nail.
"Moony, I'm hitting the sack. Night."
"Night, oh, so boring Padfoot."
Sirius shook his head, a small smile curved on his face, which started to glow a bit. He combed a hand through his scruff of black hair that came a good few inches above his shoulders. The stairs groaned as he took leisurely steps up, and into the boy's dormitory. The door gave a definite slam, and Remus chewed on his tongue, eyeing the stairs. The unnoticed hopefulness etched in him was now erasing, knowing that Sirius was just...Sirius-ed out.
The werewolf drifted down in his position, letting his feet touch the other arm of the sofa. His eyelids glided down, leading him toward a peaceful slumber.
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And you really thought it ended there. Pity you.
"AND YET AGAIN, THE MUFFINS PREVAIL!"
Remus was knocked rudely out of his near-sleep by the booming voice of none other than, Sirius Black.
The animagi came bounding down the stairs, skipping a great deal of steps.
His smokey eyes twinkled, and he pounced over the couch onto his fragile, delicate, sickly friend.
"What the? Sirius!"
Remus was pulled off the couch with his friends force. His head gave a sharp knock on the edge of the coffee table, and he was in a very odd state.
Sirius jumped up from the ground flailing his arms around in crazy motions.
"Uh-oh! It seems as though the chocolate has come back for the fight! Curse you chocolate."
Sirius stepped up onto the table, leaving Remus to stare on his knees, baffled.
"But the muffin's mighty cushiness has saved it once again from that chocolate's hard, sugary bulk! No offense to you, of course, mate." Sirius winked at his ground-ridden friend.
"None taken, Pads."
"Good. Oh...oh, looky here! The muffin has just thrown all of its weight onto the chocolate! Wait, I have just been informed that the muffin is, in fact, a she."
"Is it looking for a he muffin? 'Cause there's one standing right on the table."
"No, I'll stick to being gay for the moment, thank you very much. OH NO! THE CHOCOLATE HAS JUST DUG OUT A BLUEBERRY FROM THIS MUFFIN! I would like to warn all families right now to release small children from the room. This could get graphic."
"Very graphic."
"Okay, looks like they're having a stare-down. Who will win? Wait, wait, it looks like the chocolate is gonna give way...AND THERE IT GOES! OH LOOK AT THAT MUFFIN GO!"
"Sirius..."
"IT DOES JUMPING JACKS ON THE CHOCOLATE? YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!"
"Pads..."
"HOLD ON, THE CHOCOLATE IS RISING, IT'S WHACKING THE MUFFIN!"
"Padfoot..."
"AND THE MUFFINS DOES A MARVELOUS COMEBACK WITH A FULL THROW OF THE BODY!"
"PADFOOT!"
"AND THE MUFFIN HAS THE CHOCOLATE DOWN ON THE GROUND. AND THE REFEREE IS COUNTING...HERE IT IS...AND THE MUFFIN WINS! WHAT A MATCH!"
Sirius adroitly dropped down on his back, his head hanging upside-down over the table, looking at Remus with the most zealous look on his face.
"Exciting, isn't it?"
"Well, actually..."
"You didn't like my burst of randomness?"
"Oh, no, I loved it. I'm just a bit disappointed at the chocolate's loss."
"Well, you can only blame me, chum."
"Sirius..."
"Yup."
"You truly are-"
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Muffins."
"...right handed."
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A/n:...gasp. The first story on I have ever finished. Wow. Okay, -sobs- this is such a...great...moment. I just wanted to -gets slapped across face- okay, okay, I'll stop. Hey, thanks to all yah R&Rs out there! Love yah! I hope you liked the ending...or go stick your head in a paper shredder. I always like the ending to relate to the title. Indeed.
hardfootrk ;P
