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

39. Duct Tape

"Remus!" Called Sirius, his head popping into the sitting room where Remus sat in the cosy arm chair that was framed by a faded crimson rug. When Sirius and Remus moved into a flat in London after leaving Hogwarts, it just felt comfortable to have faded red furniture, to honour the famous Gryffindor common room."I need duct tape! And lot's of it!"

"We need lots of duct tape." Corrected James, his head following Sirius's.

"Second draw down in the kitchen." Said Remus, his tone indignant, he had no idea what James and Sirius had done, or were about to do, but he didn't want to know.

Ignorance is bliss after all.