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

61. Chivalry

"Hey, Pete?"

"Yeah Pads?"

"Does chivalry fall onto the responsibility of the guy in the relationship?"

"I guess so."

"Then what about lesbian relationships? Do they just stand there for hours on end because neither wants to open the door?"

"I don't know!"

"HOW? HOW DO THEY OPEN DOORS AND STUFF? DO THEY JUST HAVE DOOR FRAMES WITH NO DOORS IN THEIR HOUSES? WOULD THEY GET ROBBED ALL THE TIME?"

"I have no idea! You're insane."

"AND WHAT ABOUT GAY GUYS? DO THEY HAVE TO TIME IT PERFECTLY SO THEY BOTH OPEN THE DOOR? WOULD THEY JUST PULL OUT EACH OTHER'S SEATS EVERY NIGHT? WHAT THEY FUCK, PETER! WHAT. THE. FUCK."

"I think you need to get outside more often…"

Please stop thinking, Sirius.