A snippet with Sirius and Remus.
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nnyI just decided to write something. And this is it. Unbetad, but it's not particularly long and I can't find any errors.
A gen snippet of flatmates. =)
"That's IT!"
Remus lifted his eyes from his book and raised his eyebrows as Sirius stormed into the room.
"What's *it*, precisely?" Sirius' hair was in disarray- he'd evidently been running his hands through it, as he always did when he was nervous. And his dress robes...
Remus tried desperately to bite back a smile.
"I have tried to sort this bloody thing ten times, and it *will* *not* stay straight. And to make it worse, The mirror's laughing at me!" He pointed wildly into his bedroom, from whence muffled snickers emerged. Remus bit his lip and snorted quietly. It was difficult to be sympathetic when your best friend looked like a schoolboy who'd been in a fight. The collar of his robes were twisted, so that half of it was somewhere under his left ear, and the other was tucked inside the neck of the robes.
Sirius glared at him for a moment, then flung himself down on the broken-down sofa that sat across the room from his chair. Remus had never figured out precisely how he did that without injuring himself. It was a recent addition to the living room that they'd picked up from outside a Muggle house one night, Sirius insisting that it would be fine with a cleaning charm, while he had looked on dubiously. He'd been right to be wary. There was a wooden bar that stretched across the back of it, at precisely the right height to permanently damage the kidneys of any who collapsed on it... except Sirius, apparently.
James, Peter, and Lily had all made the mistake of trusting the sofa at one time or another, more often than not when drunk, and it had taken its painful revenge on them. It liked Sirius, apparently, as he always emerged unscathed, and Remus was never foolish enough to trust it. He had his chair.
Sirius flung an overly-dramatic arm across his face and declaimed, "I'm not coming."
Remus sighed, and put his book down. He considered the sprawled man and then heaved himself to his feet, walking into the kitchen.
Sirius groaned piteously.
Remus boiled the kettle with a tap of his wand, and rummaged in the cupboard for tea bags.
There was the sound of movement, then there was a heartfelt sigh from the living room.
He took out two tea bags and placed them in mismatched chipped mugs. Sirius' had a dancing Hippogriff on, and it winked at him as he poured in boiling water. He heard Sirius stand up and walk over, but he refused to acknowledge his presence.
"I'm not going."
"Yes, you said." He didn't look away from the milk he was pouring into the tea.
"Don't you care?"
"Of course I care." Two sugars for Sirius, none for him. He handed the mug to his friend and clasped his own between his hands, leaning back against the counter and watching Sirius burn his tongue. He always started drinking when the tea was too hot.
"Aren't you going to argue with me?" Sirius tilted his head to one side and watched him narrowly. Remus smiled.
"Sirius, it's your best friend's wedding. You are the best man. You've been waiting for your chance to stand up in front of a room full of people and embarass James ever since he told Elmira Prendergast that you liked her in the fourth year. The cake is made of chocolate. We both know that you're going. The only question is whether or not I can be bothered to indulge you today, and frankly this robe prickles and I'm disinclined to put up with that *and* you. Besides which, you'd break James' heart."
He grinned as he took a sip of tea and enjoyed Sirius' slightly astonished look.
"Sorry, Moony." He looked more like a schoolboy than ever, now. He had hunched his shoulders a little, and looked so woebegone that Remus took pity on him.
"Here," he muttered a charm, and Sirius' collar sorted itself out, part of it poking him in the chin as it did so. "Perfectly presentable."
Sirius smiled. "Thanks."
"No problem," he said, turning his attention back to his tea abruptly, fighting back another smile. Sirius turned and went back into the other room, and Remus prayed he wouldn't throw another tantrum when the mirror laughed at the bow that had appeared in his hair...
My first gen fanfic. Ever. Next thing you know, I'll be writing het!
A gen snippet of flatmates. =)
"That's IT!"
Remus lifted his eyes from his book and raised his eyebrows as Sirius stormed into the room.
"What's *it*, precisely?" Sirius' hair was in disarray- he'd evidently been running his hands through it, as he always did when he was nervous. And his dress robes...
Remus tried desperately to bite back a smile.
"I have tried to sort this bloody thing ten times, and it *will* *not* stay straight. And to make it worse, The mirror's laughing at me!" He pointed wildly into his bedroom, from whence muffled snickers emerged. Remus bit his lip and snorted quietly. It was difficult to be sympathetic when your best friend looked like a schoolboy who'd been in a fight. The collar of his robes were twisted, so that half of it was somewhere under his left ear, and the other was tucked inside the neck of the robes.
Sirius glared at him for a moment, then flung himself down on the broken-down sofa that sat across the room from his chair. Remus had never figured out precisely how he did that without injuring himself. It was a recent addition to the living room that they'd picked up from outside a Muggle house one night, Sirius insisting that it would be fine with a cleaning charm, while he had looked on dubiously. He'd been right to be wary. There was a wooden bar that stretched across the back of it, at precisely the right height to permanently damage the kidneys of any who collapsed on it... except Sirius, apparently.
James, Peter, and Lily had all made the mistake of trusting the sofa at one time or another, more often than not when drunk, and it had taken its painful revenge on them. It liked Sirius, apparently, as he always emerged unscathed, and Remus was never foolish enough to trust it. He had his chair.
Sirius flung an overly-dramatic arm across his face and declaimed, "I'm not coming."
Remus sighed, and put his book down. He considered the sprawled man and then heaved himself to his feet, walking into the kitchen.
Sirius groaned piteously.
Remus boiled the kettle with a tap of his wand, and rummaged in the cupboard for tea bags.
There was the sound of movement, then there was a heartfelt sigh from the living room.
He took out two tea bags and placed them in mismatched chipped mugs. Sirius' had a dancing Hippogriff on, and it winked at him as he poured in boiling water. He heard Sirius stand up and walk over, but he refused to acknowledge his presence.
"I'm not going."
"Yes, you said." He didn't look away from the milk he was pouring into the tea.
"Don't you care?"
"Of course I care." Two sugars for Sirius, none for him. He handed the mug to his friend and clasped his own between his hands, leaning back against the counter and watching Sirius burn his tongue. He always started drinking when the tea was too hot.
"Aren't you going to argue with me?" Sirius tilted his head to one side and watched him narrowly. Remus smiled.
"Sirius, it's your best friend's wedding. You are the best man. You've been waiting for your chance to stand up in front of a room full of people and embarass James ever since he told Elmira Prendergast that you liked her in the fourth year. The cake is made of chocolate. We both know that you're going. The only question is whether or not I can be bothered to indulge you today, and frankly this robe prickles and I'm disinclined to put up with that *and* you. Besides which, you'd break James' heart."
He grinned as he took a sip of tea and enjoyed Sirius' slightly astonished look.
"Sorry, Moony." He looked more like a schoolboy than ever, now. He had hunched his shoulders a little, and looked so woebegone that Remus took pity on him.
"Here," he muttered a charm, and Sirius' collar sorted itself out, part of it poking him in the chin as it did so. "Perfectly presentable."
Sirius smiled. "Thanks."
"No problem," he said, turning his attention back to his tea abruptly, fighting back another smile. Sirius turned and went back into the other room, and Remus prayed he wouldn't throw another tantrum when the mirror laughed at the bow that had appeared in his hair...
My first gen fanfic. Ever. Next thing you know, I'll be writing het!
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Date: 2003-09-06 11:30 pm (UTC)Why am I now picturing Sirius as Umbridge? I think it's the bow. Hem, hem.
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Date: 2003-09-07 08:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-09-07 09:21 am (UTC)In the unlikelihood of my marriage, I am so going to have a chocolate wedding cake! *_*
Your writing is brilliant *snugs* And most of my fics are gen. and I've yet to embark on anything that's het...
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Date: 2003-09-07 09:54 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment, my sweet.
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Date: 2003-09-07 10:01 am (UTC)I really don't know where that metaphor came from.
Anyway. It's hard. Mainly because my mother eats it all >.< But you are, of course, quite right. Rugrats are bad.
Anytime ^^
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Date: 2003-09-07 09:42 am (UTC)Now, write het and I'll hunt you down and tickle you till you scream, see if I don't. :-P
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Date: 2003-09-07 09:52 am (UTC)Thanks very much for the comment. I'm glad you could "see" it- I tend to have a lot of trouble visualising what I write, but for such a short piece this was really easy. It helps that they have my sofa in their flat. =)
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Date: 2003-09-08 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-08 09:39 am (UTC)