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

34. Riddle Me This

"FOR GODSSAKE REMUS, WE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER RIDDLE!" Confessed James.

"But this one is about three light switches and a door with a light in it that you can only open onc-"

"NO!" Pleaded everyone else that was huddled around the fire, just like Sirius, they did not want to spend another half hour trying to figure out some strange and silly riddle that made them feel like they had the IQ of a snail.

Though, Sirius didn't half mind because while Remus was smirking at his friends wild attempts to solve the riddles, Sirius was able to get a little shut eye in Remus's warm arms.