Title: A Good Boy

Characters: Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin.

Prompts: Care of Magical Creatures - Task #1: Write about someone throwing objects for some reason. Minimum 500 words, maximum 3, 000.

Warning: Peter is a bit AU. As per always. Because the possibility of what he could have become is really growing on me.

Word Count: 790

Remus considered going back to the library when he heard the sounds of his friends through the door to their dormitory. After having spent the majority of time together for five years in a row the teenager felt confident that he could hear excitement, joy and… was that a hint of competitiveness on James' voice? He sighed deeply. Normal people would have tried to prepare themselves for what they would see but Remus knew that there was no reason to. He loved his friends to death, he knew them better than anyone in the entire world, he knew that they were intelligent; that meant that he held them in high regards and believed that they had the ability to show their creativity in literally any way.

Remus held his books under his arms, the skinny teenager hadn't been out of the dormitory, other than for class and food, in days because of the full moon and this was the first time when he felt energetic enough to take his book to another part of the castle and do some light reading.

"Come on Pads," James eager voice increased as he opened the door. "Put your back into it."

He closed the door the moment he walked in the room but didn't move anywhere. Remus was not impressed by what he saw. He had almost expected them to be in the midst of putting some clever and complicated scheme in action but what he saw was nothing other than James throwing pieces of candy into the air while a big, black dog jumped and made attempts to catch them. Padfoot, whom apparently though he was putting his back into it in spite of what James said, showed his teeth and growled loudly at the boy with the messy black hair.

James, with his hazel brown eyes, smiled when he tilted his head to the side. "Look at you trying to be scary. Come on Pads, we all know that you're just a big cuddly creature whom enjoys being scratched on the stomach a bit too much for your own good."

Remus watched with amusement as Padfoot played along and howled loudly. He was momentarily very thankful for the spell that made sure that no one outside of the dormitory could hear what was going on. Peter sat on his own bed, leaning his arms over the side of the bed and rested his head against his palms as he watched the two with a tired smile. He glanced over at Remus as soon as he walked in the room and gave him a lazy wave.

"I'll scratch your stomach as much as you want if you put your back into it," the big, black dog wagged his tail faster at that and James smile grew as he almost stood on his bed and held a piece candy in his hand. "Last one, okay, and I know that you can catch it in the air. Come on Pads, use those keen canine senses of yours."

It was impossible to not get dragged into the moment. Remus almost held his breath as he watched the piece of candy fly through the air and shouting erupted when Padfoot, standing on two paws, caught the candy mid-air. Remus watched with amusement as James raised both his arms and cheered while getting of the bed and bent down over Padfoot, whom was lying on his back, with one foot on either side of the dog's body and scratched his stomach. The black dog looked up at him with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and the tail wagging back and forth.

"You're such a good boy Padfoot, yes you are."

Remus wanted to say that this was the weirdest thing that he had ever seen. He wished that the combination of James talking to their best friend the way one would a child in combination of their antics and scratching him like he was a real dog was the most bizarre thing to have ever occurred in their dormitory. But that would have been a big fat lie.

"Is this what you guys have been doing the entire day?" he finally asked and earned Peter's attention.

The small boy nodded. "What are you thinking about Moony?" he asked after a moment of silence during which they listened to James shower Padfoot with compliments.

The fact that he was still wagging his tail and moving against the floor proved what they already knew; he did love being scratched on the stomach a little bit too much for his own good.

Remus shook his head, while his smile grew, and he kept watching his two best friends. "I'm just thinking about what a good boy Padfoot is."

The end