Title: Of
Parsnips & Pink Rubber
Rating: PG-13
for language
Author: plotbunniesrxs
Parings:
R/S
Warnings: More angst, with a bit of humour mingled in.
Oh, and is unbetaed until tomorrow.
Summary: It's raining
and Sirius wants to play in it.Prompt from scarvesnhats,
Days Two & Three. Crossposted at scarvesnhats & remusxsirius at LiveJournal.
Author's Note: I actually had an idea in mind for Day Two originally yesterday, but I got home so late that I said "bugger this, I'll do it tomorrow" and I left it. Well, I hadn't gotten Day Three yet, as I was at work, and I was actually running through a possible scenario for my D2 as I was straightening the store (I work in retail) and this line about parsnips entered my head. So, long story short, I get home and the prompt for D3 is VEGETABLES! HAHAHA! Thus, the combining of the two.
Of Parsnips & Pink
Rubber
For ohsiriusly
Because I thought she
could use a smile…
"No."
"What do you mean 'no'?"
"Precisely that. No."
"But-"
"I'm not going. Not in those."
"Moony…"
"They're pink, Sirius."
"And?"
"They're fucking pink, Sirius."
"I still don't see your point."
"I will not go traipsing about in the muck in fucking pink wellies with fucking orange daisies just so you can fucking play in the rain."
"I think they look rather fetching on you."
"I mean it. No."
Sigh. "But I can't go out there by myself. James is holed up in the library with Lily and Peter's in detention. Please, Moony?"
"You'll just have to suffer indoors where it's warm and dry."
"But what if I don't want to suffer indoors where it's warm and dry?"
"Bugger all, Sirius. I'm not going."
"But it's raining outside and I want to play in it!"
Sigh. "I don't see why you can't just let Padfoot play outside and allow me to use yours."
"Because Padfoot doesn't have a Moony right now to play with outside. It wouldn't be as much fun if it was just Padfoot and a miserable old Remus out in the delicious muck."
"That's hardly an excuse."
"It would be a lot different if you could transfigure yourself into something like a squirrel or a rabbit or something."
"First of all, I'm rather insulted by that, and secondly, why in all of bloody hell would I want to transfigure myself into something that I know Padfoot would only want to chase?"
"Hey, I'll have you know that those rabbits were decimating Hagrid's parsnips."
"Yes, then you decimated the remainder of Hagrid's vegetable patch."
"But, I thought you liked parsnips."
"That's not the point, Sirius… what did you transfigure these from again?"
"Hagrid's watering can."
"Sodding hell."
"What!"
"Does Hagrid even know that you transfigured his watering can?"
"And here I thought you'd ask me what Hagrid was doing with a pink watering can."
"Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"That."
"Again, I'm not following you, Moony."
"I'm not going outside in these horrendous pink with orange-daisied wellies just to catch pneumonia, not to mention the worst case of embarrassment I've had to endure in my tenure at this school, Sirius."
"Well, think of it this way."
"Hm?"
"At least we'd catch pneumonia together."
"Berk."
"What if I make it worth your while?"
"You will not bargain chocolate. I'm done giving in to you just because you bribe me with chocolate."
"I don't always bribe you with chocolate."
"The shorts?"
"In my defense, your shorts did happen to be wound too tight, in the first place, and since then you haven't worn a pair at all, and that was, oh, four months ago."
"But you still wagered chocolate."
"What if I bribed you with something better."
"I'm listening."
PECK!
"You'll have to do better than that, Sirius."
"…"
"…"
Sigh. "Fine, fine. Have it your way, Sirius. I'll go, on one condition."
"Anything."
"Prefect's Bathroom."
The great dog let out a happy sigh as he laid his head upon his paws and drifted to sleep on the porch of an abandoned farmhouse. He looked out tiowards the muck-spattered field, watching as the two teenaged boys romping in the mud, muck and filth faded away and left him to dream of rainy days gone by.
FIN
