So yeah...still missing a few days...but...here's another one! Thanks to Zang and AppleRain for reviewing!
"I just don't understand why we're doing this."
"It's because you have no Christmas spirit Padfoot."
Sirius threw a lump of cookie dough at James' face with a scowl.
"I do too!"
"Says the boy who hexed anyone within reach singing a Christmas carol." Remus chuckled, "Pass me the tree cookie cutter Peter."
"I do have Christmas spirit." Sirius repeated again, looking a little more concerned now as he mashed his ball of dough between his hands nervously.
"You hate Christmas!" James exclaimed after adding a few sprinkles to his cookies. "No...as a matter of fact you hate all holidays!"
Peter frowned, thinking for a moment before saying, "Prongs is right, you're always in a bad mood for the holidays. Not just Christmas, Easter too."
Remus opened his mouth for a second but closed it upon seeing the look on Sirius' face.
"Well why the fuck should I like the holidays? I'm forced to go back home to that wretched place! With my bloody awful parents! And you all get to go back to your nice comfy houses with your bloody perfect fucking parents!"
"Sirius...we didn't mean it like that..." Remus said quietly, breaking the silence after Sirius' outburst.
"Yeah...and you know...you're always welcome in my house Pads." James said, nudging Sirius gently with his shoulder.
"I know. It's just..." He trailed off long pale fingers messing with his unfinished cookie.
"It's home." Peter whispered and Sirius gray eyes snapped up, catching Peter's gaze. Peter flinched at the sudden emotion and coldness in Sirius eyes before giving him a nervous smile.
"Yeah...it's home...thanks Wormtail." A fleeting smile flickered across Sirius' thin face and he stood up suddenly. "I'm gonna go mail something off real quick, I'll be back in a bit guys."
And in seconds he was gone.
Remus looked at the lumpy ball of dough that was Sirius' cookie and then to James.
"Think he'll be okay?"
"Yeah...he'll be fine. He's got us, no matter what."
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