Who: Sirius & Remus What: Sirius could be the Martha Stewart of wizardkind if he wanted. When: In five minutes (a lot can happen in five minutes) Where: Sirius's room Status: Incomplete Warnings: Sexy boytimes. Also maybe shouting?
It had all been good. Sirius had convinced Moony to come over. And thanks to James being all...aware or whatever, and Sirius actually being a decent person, for the once in a blue moon it came up, had suggested Remus tell Peter, rather than finding it out without being told.
Then he had done a second decent thing. Perhaps he should have known better. After all, there were good reasons to be a selfish prick. And clearly, from how it turned out, being a selfless helpful one didn't make things go any better. If anything, it made things worse. So...fuck that shit. Sirius sat in his chair, feet up on the desk, and continued to angrily journal - resisting the urge to stab the damn book, as it hadn't done him wrong - while he waited for Remus.