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

16. Women, Sex and Librarians

"Vampires, librarians, death, drowning, pick up lines, women, sex, goose bumps, periods, werewolves, zombies, the full moon, Friday the thirteenth!" Exclaimed Sirius out of the blue.

"What are you doing Sirius?" Asked Remus, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

"I'm trying to freak you out." Smiled Sirius. "You know, subliminal messaging. My goal is to make you a nervous wreck!"

"The fact that your face is two inches away from mine is freaking me out more than you saying 'women, sex or librarians.'." Said Remus smugly, he had won this war and he knew it.