Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To sesshomaruhasafluffytail, who had (or has) a headache
Day Eighteen
It's rather weird, but I think when I'm on the loo. Seriously, it's the best place for thinking. In bed, you're too tired to concentrate, in the shower you're busy. In the loo, all you have to do is sit, and shit, there. It's perfect.
Today, my topic is Remus. Last night, I gave him a cat and he looked disappointed. He always said that he wanted a pet and I gave it to him. But he was disappointed. Why? He can't have been expecting anything, this is the biggest thing I've given him and our gifts seem to be spur of the moment things.
Wait, what if he was expecting something? I quickly replay the events of last night over in my head.
"Present time." I whispered to Remus I threw the various presents to people. Each carefully wrapped present landing in the lap of the desired person. I should've been a chaser with my aim! James and Peter, who always open their presents on Christmas Day, stagger over to their trunks and carefully pack the gifts inside. They then mumble 'G'night' as they wobble into their beds.
"Now for a proper present." I whispered to Remus. That may have been a bit suggestive, but Moony doesn't swing that way.
"Close your eyes." I whispered again. His breath quickens as does mine right now. I start to hold up the cat.
"Okay, open your eyes!"
The cat's pink tongue licked his nose.
That's when he looked disappointed and I wished it was my tongue. Did I just say that? Okay, no more thinking time. I reach for the toilet paper to find… nothing.
"Mooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyy!" I screech "Helllllllllppppppp! I need paper!"
I hear his footsteps and catch the missile of toilet paper.
"Happy Eighteenth." He chuckles. I love his laugh.
"Well shit." I say to myself.