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

118. Spooning

"Sirius, I left you here for an hour-"

"I can explain!"

"Are you and James spooning?"

"Relax, Evans, James was upset and I platonically gave him a hug and then he started crying so much and I didn't- In his state of hysteria he fell onto the couch and my leg was stuck under him. I've been like this for forty minutes. I need help."

"Couldn't you use a charm or something?"

"My wand was stuck in my pocket to reach it I would risk the chance of touching James in a place a best friend should never touch a fellow best friend. DARK TIMES, LILY. DARK. TIMES."

"That is not how friendship works, that is not how friendship works, that is not-"

"I KNOW! I PANICKED! WHAT WAS I MEANT TO DO?"

"This is really weird. And stop looking so pleased about the situation."

"I'm trying to imagine him as Remus to make it less weird."

"No! That makes it a lot more strange! Shit!"

It's funny when you read it how I'm imagining it in my head, I would describe it but I don't want to.'

Guys, guys, guys it's 10 reviews until I have four hundred.

I say everyone can knock one off and then we'll be done very soon. I feel like we're in a board meeting now, go on.

Tell me about the company sales of the 2008/09 financial year in comparison to the 1998-99 sales due to the juxtaposition of our logo in our sponsors moving vehicles. That's how business works, right?

I don't know, I just buy things if I need them. Example: pillows, food, and tarot cards... in French, this is a language I have never learnt. I AM A FOOL.