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

44. Butter

"Could you please pass the butter, baby?" Within a fraction of a second, Sirius went very red after he had realised what he had said.

Pretend it didn't happen Sirius, straight friends can call each other that, it's normal.

"Sure, honey." A small and secret smile tugged the corners of Remus's mouth.

Only Remus and Sirius knew that secret.