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

73. Grab

"Oh honestly, Padfoot." Sighed Lily in disbelief. "You're twenty now. You really do need a haircut."

"But…." Sirius pondered for an excuse. "if I cut it, Remus won't have anything to grab onto and run his fingers through."

Lily choked on her drink, and was holding back laughter so fiercely that she almost dropped baby Harry.

As if he were confirming that what Sirius said was true, and implying that he and Sirius had also had this debate too many times before, Remus went bright crimson across his nose and cheeks and nodded.