One night, in the middle of October, the heat from the past summer had just passed weeks before and now onto the way to an ever icy winter ahead. The castle dubbed 'Hogwarts' would not feel its stone walls against the rays of the sun for quite some time. That was clear for the millennia old building, as seasons change. The same could not be said for two occupants of the Hogwarts castle.
Two boys.
Two boys that were certainly not feeling the sharp autumn winds against their necks and the still cold mornings.
Two boys by the name of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black who were not feeling any sort of cold whatsoever. This was due to the fact that they were both laying –extremely naked- in a bed on the seventh floor of the facility.
Since they were naked it isn't hard to tell that they're lying there in a post sex sort of way.
The kind of way one would lie, smiling with messed up hair, after having sex. Brilliant sex.
"I'm starving," Said Sirius Black.
"I'm sure there's still food from lunch in the Great Hall." Said Remus, snuggling deeper into the sheets.
"I feel like lasagne." Sirius declared, staring up at the ceiling painted cream.
"They might have some down in the kitchens." Remus suggested.
"You're brilliant, you are!" Sirius exclaimed, amazed. He kissed Remus's forehead, stumbled into his clothes that lay strewn over the floor. "I'll get us both some!"
Remus grinned. Sirius was most enjoyable when he was childlike like this.
Remus laughed to himself as he heard Sirius sing in what only could be described as a Freddie Mercury impersonation a chant or, rather a sort of chorus, of 'P-Post sex lasagne, p-p-post sex lasagne tastes better than normal lasagne. Yes, yes it does. You can't deny it, because it's great. La-la-la-la!'
I'd like to say I didn't think of this idea whilst heating up lasagne for dinner two nights ago. But I can't.