Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To the people who read this, thanks for not getting bored.
Day Nineteen
There is, Remus decided, something spectacular about school holidays. You had a chance to relax, sleep, eat. But there was also something bad. That was boredom. Now that both boys have had their revelations, they have something to stew over, something to occupy their time. But Sirius is impatient and Remus unable to concentrate, so both are still bored.
So Sirius suggests Quidditch, imagining showers afterwards. Remus says yes imagining Sirius dirty. They both conveniently forget the mountains of snow and lack of players, so they now pursue their recreation of choice.
"It's bloody cold." Sirius says, teeth chattering and knees knocking.
"Indeed." I say. He looks supremely unattractive right now, all red and showing off his teeth. Why is he still the sexiest man alive?
Wait. I'm thinking too quickly. I shouldn't actually be thinking this after only just realising that I may have some semblance of attraction toward him. But with the sleek black hair and the full, red lips, I just can't think of him any other way. I turn around to suggest we head back to the castle.
SPLAT
Snowball. Straight in the face. He starts to laugh, a filthy, suggestive laugh that he uses for everything. Pretty soon, I start to giggle too.
"Happy Nineteenth!" He manages, as I plan his snowy doom.