Morning came, as mornings always follow nights. Sirius was not pleased. He could feel the rays of sun creeping around the curtains. He squeezed his eyes shut, until he couldn't deny that he wasn't sleeping.
He cracked open one eye and saw Remus tip toeing out of the room. "Moony. Where are you going? It's too early…"
"Sirius, it's almost noon."
"WHAT?"
Sirius leaped out of bed and shoved his feet into slippers.
"Padfoot, calm down, it's Saturday. If it weren't, do you think I'd be here?"
Sirius calmed sown, and looked around. Both James and Peter's bed were empty. "Well, where were you going that you were tip toeing?"
"I didn't want to wake you up."
"Oh. How nice of you. You did, by the way."
Sirius was cranky if awoken suddenly. He did the whole 5 more minutes, slowly crawling out of bed, only one eye open, stumbling to the showers, taking a really hot bath, and not being fully awake until first period.
"Well, sorry." Remus replied, full of sarcasm. But the good, happy sarcasm. "I'll just let you catch up on your beauty sleep, ma'am." He walked towards the door.
Sirius flopped back into bed and threw his slipper at Remus' head. He missed by about a foot.
"Good thing we don't make you play Quidditch in the morning. You'd just suck"
Oh no, thought Sirius. He did NOT just doubt my Quidditch skills.
Sirius sat up, and gave Remus a huge, eerie grin.
"Um…Sirius, what are you so happy about?"
Sirius slowly and discreetly took off one of his socks.
(You should know his socks aren't one of the best smelling things around.)
Remus wasn't stupid, and saw Sirius' movement towards his feet. "No, you throw that sock at me, I'll never talk to you again."
"Ugh! That's so harsh of you, Moony. Maybe I was taking my sock off to fold it."
"Oh, of course, because Mr. Black always folds his clothes and neatly puts them in his trunk."
"Ha ha, aren't you the funny one?"
"Yes, that's why they call me 'Remus, the man of a thousand laughs'."
"No one calls you that."
"Well, they should. I'm hilarious!"
"Moony, you are so funny, that you tell jokes, and I just forget to laugh."
"…That doesn't even make sense."
"It only makes sense to clever people, like me."
"…"
"Don't give me that look."
"What look?"
"The 'Oh. My. God. Why am I friends with this total prat?' look."
"Wow, my face says all that?"
"You betcha."
"If only it said 'I'm really hungry, and want to go get breakfast but this stupid prat keeps blabbering on about nothing and won't let me leave'."
"Ouch. Fine, go eat. Leave me here all alone."
"Don't puppy eye me! FINE. Get changed, but do it fast or I'm leaving."
Sirius hopped out of bed and ran to the pile of clothes on and around his trunk.
"So, Moony, what are you getting Pete for his big 1-6?"
"Well, I can't tell you because you'd either buy him the same thing, or hitch a ride on my gift."
"Oh, boo-hoo. You're being such a party pooper today."
"That's because I'm bloody starving and you're just standing there in you knickers NOT getting changed."
"Oh, don't lie, you know you love watching me in my knickers."
"I love it about as much as I love having Prongs waking me up in the morning with a bucket of cold water."
Sirius pulled on some jeans and yelled, "I'm done! Let's go, off in search of the mighty tower of toast!"
'Why? Why am I friends with this lunatic?' Remus thought to himself as Sirius jumped down the stairs to the common room. They went through the portrait hole, and dashed to breakfast, as they were both pretty hungry.
Sirius plopped down at the Gryffindor table, and Remus sat next to him, with a little more grace.
"Hey Jamsie, what's for eating?"
"I don't know…food? Look, tomorrow is Pete's party, and we need to get drinks. Pads, can you go to Hogsmeade and get some stuff?"
"Sure. No problem."
"Awesome"
Sirius grabbed a piece of toast and stared at it, inquisitively. This was his chance, he could tell Remus about…stuff. He'd been having thoughts, strange, like WHAT? kind of thoughts. He kept thinking about this Ravenclaw, who had a short, black hair and bright blue eyes, oh, and he was a he. Sirius was SO confused, he had no idea what was going on with him. So, he figured he could either sit Remus down and talk to him about it, or get really drunk and talk about it then. He couldn't imagine why Remus would react badly to this confession/confusion since they had talked about it before when it was Remus who was confused, but what Sirius was scared about is how Remus would feel about having another, you know, (Sirius didn't want to think the word in case he was wrong). So, if he was drunk, he could use the 'What? I don't know what I was talking about. I was SO drunk."
"Hey, Padfoot, you ok? Your eyes are burning holes through that poor piece of toast"
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm good, James. I'll go down after breakfast."
OH MAN. I love this little line. So, sorry for the delay. I was just being a lazy butt. So, that's my chapter, fools. You should comment. Even if it's anonymus. Or however you spell that. Even if it's-well, no, don't flame me. But constructive critisizm. (Ok, I'm sorry. I've been having trouble spelling this week because of the NY transit strike and I didn't go to school since the subway wasn't alive, so I'm out of practise of writing)
SO, Happy Christmahannukwanzakuh to all.
See you next year!