A Literal Scrapbook

by Claire Whitmore

A scrapbook is messy, it's full of everything, an essence of what was. It has the smiles, the sadness and the moments when you laugh for no good reason and just want to be with someone loved. This is the Marauder's scrapbook, literally. It's a big bundle of warm fuzzy blankets, cheap wine and the comic section of the paper on a rainy day, just in the form of drabbles. R/S and J/L

2. Boredom

"Hey, Remus." Sirius nudged his boyfriend's elbow, his tone was hushed and very excited. "Remus, hey, Remus. Re-mee-us!"

"Yeah?" Remus turned around, trying to somehow keep his attention on Sirius whilst doing his Potions homework.

"I'm bored." Said Sirius simply.

"How on Earth are you bored?" Exclaimed Remus, sighing and putting down his book. Sirius Black could never be bored, he was one of the most exciting people Remus knew. People that were exciting and went on adventures never got bored, it was law.

Sirius pondered at this for a moment, before saying. "I'm bored."

"Go play." Shooed Remus.

"With myself?" Whined Sirius as he lay down and wrapped his arms around Remus's ankle like a small child that didn't want to leave the lolly shop. "It's not as fun."

"Oh, you should never be alone like that Sirius." Tsked Remus. "I'll play with you, so you're not alone."

Sirius stood up abruptly and kissed Remus on the cheek. "I love you, Moony, you know that?"

"Oh I know it." Smiled Remus.

"Come on," Sirius tried to run up the stairs to the dormitory, with Remus attached to his arm. "James and Peter aren't in the dorm, we can put a tie on the door and we'll have half an hour, EASY!"

"I swear to Merlin you have separation anxiety Padfoot." Muttered Remus, his face pink as he was escorted up to the empty dormitory.