Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Christmas shopping! It's the best! (Yes, I'm one of those people who buys things in October so misses the crowds.)
Day Eleven
I'm starting to get a bit worried about Sirius now. He's been ill for quite some time and he's usually the sort who never EVER gets ill. It's a Hogsmeade weekend, and I really need to get presents, but I can't leave him if he's ill. He sighs and I turn to look at him.
"You alright Padfoot?" I ask tentatively, I don't particularly want to listen to a whole bunch of rubbish about common colds and his red nose.
"You know what I was thinking about Moony?" he pauses, as if to let me respond, but doesn't "if everyone had more sex, the world would be a better place."
Oh yes, he's definitely better now.
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We push through the hoards of Hogwarts students. They all seem to be congregating around Zonko's. I dread to think what the coming year will be like. Beside me, Sirius is wrapped up in all the Marauder's scarves, hats and gloves. He looks fat, in a… phrase. He looks hot too. WARM. I mean warm.
We spend a while looking for presents, twelve hats for Prongs's… prongs. Cheese for Wormtail. What will the others think if we get joint presents? Ah well.
After a while, we make our way to The Three Broomsticks. We wait in the mile-long queue and I nearly salivate at every butterbeer bought that passes by us. Too bad I forgot to save some money for butterbeer.
"Go find a table, I'll be back as soon as possible."
I circle around for a while, waiting for one of these stupid couples to leave. When a smooching pair FINALLY leaves, I run to their table, leaving a Third Year Hufflepuff with no table. She bursts into tears when I offer an apologetic smile. Then, I see Sirius striding back to the table, a Super-Mega-Massive Butterbeer in his hands.
"Thirsty Remus?"
"Yes!" I all but shout
"Good," he says, producing two straws "Happy Eleventh."