Who: Sirius and Remus What: Sirius is a bad influence as per usual. When: Monday, after classes. Where: Gryffindor, boys dorms. Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete
Monday's were ruddy awful. After having two days in a row to sleep in, returning to the normal pattern of rising with the crack of dawn was not at all desirable. Especially when you weren't a morning person and Sirius was quite certain he would never be a morning person. He had spent the entire day sleeping through classes, passing notes with James, and every once in a while, when he thought he could get away with it, annoying Remus in the middle of class just so he would shoot Sirius one of his looks. He probably shouldn't find his friend's frustration amusing, but he couldn't help it! And he apologized for it after the fact too.
Which was why he planned on making it up to Remus in the best way he knew possible. Remus probably wouldn't see how exceptionally fun it was at first, but that's what Sirius was there for. After knicking a bottle of firewhiskey from Hogsmeade, he returned to the dorms with a proud smile on his face. At first, it seemed like the room was empty until he spotted Remus's curtains drawn. Perfect.
Trying to remain as quiet as possible, he crept up beside the bed--waiting a moment before violently opening the curtains with a crooked grin. "Remus Lupin!"