Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Christmas, and the doom it shall bring.
Day Twenty
It's a bad December for me. I seem to be getting colds at every turn. Granted I spent the best part of yesterday rolling around in snow and generally getting wet. Thank Merlin though that I'm not getting a fully blown flu-thing like last time. This time it's only a few sneezes.
But it makes Moony worried. Worried like I get around Full Moon (which happens to be on Christmas Day this year.) He's looking at me with his eyes all round and his mouth in a subconscious pout. Bloody adorable, but annoying after four hours.
"Remus?" I say, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.
"Yes." He replies, picking up on the irritation and only looking more worries.
"Can we DO something, please."
"Maybe not, seeing as how you're getting sick again…"
"It's only a-" I pause to sneeze " a bout of sneezing."
"But-"
"Please." I interrupt.
"There is actually another reason we can't do anything." He states in a deceptively calm voice.
"Oh?" I enquire.
He points at the clock, it's eleven o' clock. At night.
"So?" I say.
"What is there to do at eleven o'clock on a Tuesday?"
"Kitchen raid?" I say doubtfully.
Twenty minutes later, we sit at a table (albeit an upturned orange crate) in the Kitchen. We were stopped by various obstacles such as Slytherin's House Ghost and the new, but slightly mad, caretaker. But none-the-less, we're here now. I call over a House Elf and whisper something in it's ear. In virtually no time, a mug of hot chocolate appears.
Moony loves Hogwarts hot chocolate.
"Why only one mug?" He asks.
I shrug and whisper "Happy Twentieth" as he starts to drink from his mug with what can only be describes as dirty sounds.