SIRIUS CONFESSIONS
"James, you know you're my bestest best friend in the whole entire world?" Sirius slurred.
"Yes." James watched as his friend stumbled into the empty Gryffindor Common Room. "You actually got into Professor Slughorn's stash…"
"I love you."
"I'm sure you do." James rolls his eyes, but he couldn't help but smirk at Sirius who was now starting to cry. "What now?"
"You're so good of a friend! I've never had a best friend like you before…"
"That's because I've always been your best friend."
"But… You've always done everything for me. You are always there when I need you. For Christmas I should get you something really good. You like snitches right? Maybe I'll get you one of those… or are they called bludgers?"
"I would rather you not get me a bludger for Christmas." James chuckled.
Sirius jumped on the couch, then sat down and put his hands in front of his face.
"Have you ever thought about painting your nails?"
"I think not."
"I want to paint my nails purple, to match Suzie's eyes… they're beautiful." Sirius sighed dreamily.
"I'm seriously wondering if she'd take that as a compliment…" James was finding it hard to keep from clutching his side and laughing all he could. "Maybe you should ask her first… Sirius?"
Sirius had fallen asleep with his mouth pushed up against the back of the couch, and his hands were folded delicately underneath his head.
"Firewiskey: 5 Galleons.
Getting Sirius to sneak into the Slug's office: 1 Sickle
Hearing the drunken confessions of your best friend: Priceless."
