Something I Will Dream About
("I'm hoping that the good old days are something I will dream about at night." Buzzword was "watermelon" and genre/cliché was "holidays/on holiday.")
Something thick and wonderful is in the air. The sun is setting and the whole world is quiet, in a way Sirius can never experience in London. The whole world except for James and Peter.
"Shit, I think I just swallowed one!"
"Uh-oh, Petey, it's gonna take root in your tummy and grow a whole one up in there," James scolds melodramatically.
"Prongs, surely even you aren't stupid enough to believe that Muggle wives' tale," says Remus, softly, sucking his slice to the rind. He chews it down way closer than anyone Sirius has ever seen before. Sirius decides to try it a little.
"No," James agrees with a grin, "but I am stupid enough to use a little underage magic and charm the seeds to actually grow inside anyone daft enough to swallow one. You're gonna look like you're up the duff for at least the first two weeks of school!"
Peter whines and hits him, over and over again around the shoulders, until James can stand it no longer and grabs him in a headlock and wrestles him to the dry ground. They kick up clouds of dust in the scuffle that give everything a hazy edge, like Remus, who's laughing softly at them, and reaching for another slice of the watermelon. He bites into it, thick and wonderful, and a faint trickle of the juice runs down from the corner of his mouth. Sirius stares. Then Remus catches him staring. Neither can look away; Sirius thinks they're both kind of smiling. It's the last week of summer and Remus Lupin is beautiful.
Then he spits a fat black seed out and it hits Sirius straight in the eye. And the moment is over, but nobody could take it back, even if they wanted to.