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How to Make a Mutt
Ch. 4
Remus looked as Sirius's food ego (so big, in fact, that James had dubbed it "foodeego") collapsed into a shattered pile of rubbish.
"I'll tell you what," he sighed, shaking his dirty-blonde head. "When we grow up, I'll make you hot pockets for breakfast. As many as you want."
Sirius perked up.
"Everyday?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, everyday…" Remus agreed. Sirius jumped upon Remus in a lung-shattering hug, planting a big, slurpy kiss on the cheek. And he skipped off.
Remus stood, forlorn, surprised, slobbery, and smelling lightly of pepperoni. James laughed.
"You know, Moony," James said giving him a pat on the back. "he will never let you live that down. He'll remind you everyday, again and again, so you will never forget."
Remus gulped.
"You don't know that…" he said, the sudden catastrophe of his promise baring down on him like the world.
"You offered him food, Moony." James hung his head in a mock mourning. "You were so young… so full of promise… cut down in his prime!" He let out a wail.
Moony sighed and looked ahead. Sirius was prancing about the passage in delight, frightening many paintings and first years. It was nice to see Sirius happy, even at the expense of his freedom. From this day forward, Sirius would probably keep him locked in his dingy basement, chained to a wall, only letting him out to make him hot pockets…
Author's note: Like I said before, wasn't going to be long. Next one! Entire chapter written by Pix. -Pads