Chapter Two: The Stoic Moony

Author's Notes: OMG. Truthxandxlies, I truly, truly love you. Seriously. My first reviewer ever on this site, and you're so sweet. Thank you! –is on cloud nine- n.n

Warnings: Mild language…And such. Rated T just to be on the safe side. Not really a pairing, but if you squint and turn your head to the side a bit you can see a bit of SBRL in there among the rants. n.n''

Disclaimer: Jeez, only the second time doing this and already I'm tired of it. u.u.'' Well, as always…unless I suddenly get filthy stinking rich in my lifetime, I will never ever ever own Harry Potter. Bugger. . ''

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Remus Lupin was mad. No, not just mad. He was furious.

Scratch that, he was downright pissed.

Now, mind you, Remus Lupin was not a particularly angry person, but there was always one person who could always push him off the edge.

That person just happened to be Sirius Black.

And that fact became increasingly obvious as Remus Lupin sat in his small, dimly lit apartment, not quite drunk but on the verge of it, and spouting all kinds of obscenities in more than one language ("Teme!"(1) and other such curses) at the picture of the overly confident, cocky, and God damned annoying dog he had grown to love over the years he had known the hyperactive man.

For the life of me, Remus though to himself, I just can't figure it out.

How had the talented, overly confident man he had shared a dorm with for seven years (and an apartment for a little more) died?

Killed, Remus corrected himself.

By a curtain, no less.

The normally stoic man giggled.

He knew he shouldn't, but the alcohol made him much freer with his emotions, so he giggled.

And then his harmless giggle escalated into hysterical laughter, as he imagined Sirius's face in the afterlife.

If there really is a God, Remus mused, still giggling lightly, he's got one hell of a sense of humor.

Because really, Sirius's fear of curtains wasn't utter nonsense, after all.

I'm sorry, Padfoot.

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(1): Don't ask me where Remus learned Japanese. Because honestly, I don't know. And I'm the writer. n.n'''

Teme means "bastard" or is translated into that. –laughs slightly at her wisdom- XD

And woooooo! My first story on and it's DONE! I'm so proud of myself.

-is still on cloud nine from that comment, truthxandxlies-