Disclaimer: The only thing I can say I own is this retarded computer.
Well this features Remus and Sirius, but it's quite platonic. Think whatever you want.
I Dropped My Toast
"Mmm, toast, just what I- crap- shi- NO!"
Remus pauses from sprinkling his scrambled eggs with salt.. It seems like problems always come up during breakfast.
"What's the deal now?" he asks, exasperated, and turns to look at Sirius only to find he's not in his seat.
Instead, he's kneeling on the floor, hands wringing, howling over something Remus can't see. He raises a brow before the black-haired boy finally looks up, pouting.
"This always happens!"
"What does?"
"My toast. I dropped it on the floor."
"So? You and James are always eating stuff off the-"
Sirius interrupts him by grabbing a fistful of Remus's robes, and yanking him downwards to his level. "But buttered toast is different," he hisses, "it always lands buttered-side face down. Never face up! No one in their right mind eats toast that fell on its buttered side! NO ONE!"
Remus eyes the lonely piece of toast on the floor that had, indeed, landed buttered-side down. He shakes his head, but with a crooked smile on his face. He reaches for a stack of toast nearby, taking the top-most slice. Then he spreads a wedge of butter evenly across it with a knife, and holds it out to Sirius.
"Here," he says. The boy's eyes brighten immediately, and he launches forward to chomp into the crispy bread with a satisfying crunch.
Sirius clamps his arms around Remus's waist and grins through the mouthful of bread. "Fanksh, 'Oony, yer da besht."