LXXXII. Drunk
The next time Marlene opened her door, it was Sirius himself waiting on the welcome mat.
"Marlene," he slurred, and she could smell the firewhiskey on his breath. "Someone very wise told me to be honest with you."
"Are you drunk? It's nine in the morning."
"I had to. Or you wouldn't know I'm serious." He smirked. "I'm Sirius."
"Go on, then. What do you want to tell me?"
He reached for her hand. "Marley. D'you know how many times I've been pranked in my life?"
"You're friends with James, so I dunno, billions?"
"Just twice. Both times by you."
[100 Prompts: Drunken admission]