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

68. Minority

"Hey, Remus?" Sirius popped up his head above the wall of books in the library. "Have you ever thought about how unlucky you are?"

"In what sense?"

"Well, statistically, you're a wizard, and in comparison to the rest of the British population you're a minority." Smirked Sirius.

"So are you." Pointed out Remus.

"Yeah…. But you're also a werewolf-"

"Not so loud."

Sirius restarted in a whisper. "You're a werewolf, which makes you a minority within a minority." Chuckled Sirius. "It's just plain cruel."

Remus's face began to form a smile. "And I'm gay-"

"Bisexual." Corrected Sirius, remembering all the times when Remus had talked briefly about his sexuality.

"Innocent until proven guilty."

"There's no guilt involved in being attracted to the same sex, it's rather fun more than anything."

"I know that."

"Go on with what you were talking about."

"So I'm gay, which makes me a third degree minority."

"THE WORLD NEVER GAVE YOU A CHANCE!" Sirius was howling with laughter.

"I know." Remus's voice was bubbling with laughter.