Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Helena, who gave me the idea
Day Thirteen
When Sirius was worrying about something, he turned into a girl. Granted, not literally, but he flapped and squealed. Thing is, he was worrying about the stupidest thing EVER now, considering he'd done worse things before.
He'd broken a window.
"Moooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyy!" He flaps, looking for all the world like a giant black haired chicken.
"Mmm?" I ask, except it's not really a question, more an implication than more else and Merlin why am I thinking about this?
"I broke a window!" He's starting to sound like a chicken too.
"And?"
"I need to fix it! Help me! Please! Moony! I'll be killed!" Roasted and eaten, I add in my head.
I point my wand vaguely in the direction of the window and mutter some spell that I can only ever remember at the time of… needance. Is that a word? I don't think so? I need a dictionary. In fact, Sirius should get me one.
"Cluck cluck." Says Sirius
"What!"
"I said thanks!"
"You're welcome. Happy Thirteenth."