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

17. A Business Deal

"Hey moron." Greeted Mary.

"Slut." Nodded Sirius.

"Arse."

"Bitch."

"Idiot."

"Slag."

"Toe-rag."

"Cow."

"Want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" She asked.

"Deal." Smiled Sirius, he offered his hand and Mary shook it.

"See you then." She said, her tone business like as she walked off into the crowd.

"I never understand this relationship." Sighed Peter, shaking his head alongside Remus and James, who were rolling their eyes or choking on their own laughter.