"Black! That's the twelfth outfit you've tried on in this store alone! Aren't you ready to go back to school yet?"

Sirius continued to look at himself from every angle in the mirror.

"Baby, it doesn't matter how many outfits I try on. There will always be more for me to try."

"Can we at least go to another store?"

Sirius grinned and made his way over to the cashier, grabbing a few extra clothes that caught his eye on the way. A few of them, James noticed, weren't the taller boy's size and seemed to be more likely to fit Regulus.

"Is there anything else, oh mighty one?"

"Well, we've gotten the clothes, my baby," James snorted at Sirius's attachment to his new fender stratocaster, something he was sure Sirius would take great pleasure in waking him up with, "my albums, posters, and motorcycle parts. I think all that's left is some kohl and a few other basics."

"Thank Merlin," James muttered and handed over the money for their little shopping bonanza.

"Is there anything you wanted while we are here?"

"No. I do need to pick something up at Hogsmeade though."

"Really?" Sirius asked, curious. "And what would this something be?"

"A book."

"What book?"

James blushed.

"None of your business!"

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Easy there! Calm down man."

"You sound like you're on drugs."

"Mmmm. You think it's sexy. Admit it."

"Sexy," James began, "is red hair and a pair of tits."

"Really? So…if I were to go put on my torn black jeans and a tight top it would do nothing for you?"

"Nope."

"You are such a liar."

"What!" James sputtered.

Sirius laughed and headed for the door.

"Come on, baby. We have to go back to Hogsmeade, and I still want my kohl!"