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

4. A Camping Plan

"We need to go on a camping trip." Decided Sirius one lazy evening in the Common Room.

"What makes you say that?" Asked Remus suspiciously.

"Look at this Moony!" Sirius ran over to where he sat in a crimson armchair and shoved an advert that he found in a Muggle knitting magazine under Remus's nose. "Look at how happy they all are!" He pointed to the five Muggle's on the paper that were circled around a campfire merrily, all with toothy grins and roasting marshmallows in the fire. "We should do that, it will be fun!"

"Camping?" Questioned Remus, raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah!" Said Sirius enthusiastically. "All of us should get together and do it, mate, we're in our last year and it would be awesome to do a big farewell event or something, Peter can come, and so can McKinnon , MacDonald, Longbottom and Prewett and Prongs and Lily!"

"Camping? Really, Pads?"

"Really!" Exclaimed Sirius, practically erupting with excitement that would only be comparable to a three year old on Christmas morning. "I'll go spread the good news!"

And with that, Sirius ran out of the Common Room yelling "WE'RE GOING CAMPING BITCHES!" up and down the dormitory, then making his way to the corridors, where he edited out the cursing, just in case McGonagall and her sharp hearing was near.