I've decided to post here my entries for the October themed community, scarvesnhats. Up to now, each will stand on its own. Well, hope you like them. (And review! reviews make me happy.)
In Sickness and in Health
By: Nekare
The four boys are dying from sickness (or so Sirius says), bed covers up to their noses and foul smelling flu potions on the table beneath the window. The snow mocks them from the frosted window, spidery webs of ice encasing the glass, full of promises of snow fights and hot chocolate and the glowing fire on the common room; out of bounds for the Marauders in fear they may spread the bug. (Lily has been bringing them soup, out of compassion or so she says, so James isn't at all that unhappy.)
Sirius has been talking for an hour already, everything and nothing coming out of chapped lips in the form of threats against the Slytherins just because and philosophical ramblings interrupted occasionally with a powerful sneeze.
(And Remus won't stop him, as his guilty pleasure is listening to Sirius' voice).
"The world is wide", he says with his eyes fixed on his scarlet (the same shade as his nose) canopy, "and now I'm free to conquer it by myself." And he's referring to his Most Brave Escapade of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Remus knows, but he feels delirious and cold and he can't think very well with all of the shacking his body has decided to do. So he listens to the words without thinking of the meaning and if squints hard enough he can see them writing themselves in red and gold and maybe a little bit of green in bold letters on the roof; dancing an intricate dance for him and him only.
"Are you listening Moony?" Sirius asks when he realizes Peter's snoring softly and James has drowned himself in six layers of blankets, finally turning his head to stare at Remus with half opened eyes and a runny nose; looking put out at the fact that nobody is very interested in his plan of World Conquest.
"I need a tissue," Remus says and promptly kills the mood.