Sirius
still doesn't have a job
"I still don't have a job," Sirius remarked as he fixed his hair the next morning. "I'm almost out of gel."
Remus cringed. "You better find one soon. Remember the last time he ran out of hair gel, James?"
"I'm still trying to forget," James said wistfully, thinking of Lily. "Do you think she wears cotton or satin underwear?"
"James, that's disgusting, I can't believe you'd—"
"Care to put money on it?" Sirius perked up, thinking of his hair gel.
"That's even worse, Sirius---"
"How much?" James said considering.
"I can't believe you're going to—" Remus continued to protest.
"Twenty sickles."
"I'm leaving," Remus announced, standing up. "It's a complete invasion of privacy."
"Eh, whatever. It's not like James is going to find out on his own."