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LMOM 2011: Day 27
Title: WRock Reloaded
Author/Artist: KateKintail
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
Notes: This is a tribute to my LMOM 2009 project, fics inspired by Wizard Rock songs

“Nobody expects lame choruses to linger.
Nobody expects a zany one-line zinger.”
~Nobody Expects the Blibbering Humdingers by the Blibbering Humdingers

Remus followed the sound of music up the stairs, surprised to find it coming from his own dormitory room. It sounded like a guitar and, sure enough, on Sirius’ bed was the wizarding world’s newest sensation. “I didn’t know you played guitar, Sirius!”



Sirius grinned sheepishly. “Mum insisted I learn the piano, but I never much liked it. The guitar, though, that’s the instrument for me. It’s all indie and sexy, innit? But I only just learned how to really play. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“I’m surprised.” Remus sat down beside the bed, leaning against it. “Play me something.”

“What would you like me to play? One of my original songs?”

Remus gave a start. “Wait, you don’t just play, but you actually write songs as well? Definitely let me hear that!” He sat there, nearly bouncing in his seat, eagerly awaiting his boyfriend’s brilliance.

Sirius strummed his fingers against the tight strings. Then he started a song that was upbeat and actually catchy. Remus found himself bobbing his head along with the tune. Then came the lyrics:

Nobody expects that Snape goes to cup stacking competitions
He gets beaten every time
You can say he lacks a certain grace.

“Wait!” Remus interrupted. “You wrote a song about Snape?”

Sirius beamed, nodding enthusiastically. “It’s just a verse, actually. But yeah. Because, can’t you just picture him doing that? And failing miserably? That’s so like the little snot, isn’t it?”



Remus didn’t know what to say. Of all the possible subjects Sirius could have chosen to write a song about and he picked Severus Snape? Remus shifted uncomfortably. “Um, I guess. Go on.”

Sirius continued with the song:

Nobody expects Argus Filch to practice oil painting
It’s a correspondence course
All those happy little trees

“Wait wait wait!” Remus jumped in, stopping Sirius once again. “Now you’re singing about Filch?”

Nodding, “Yeah, I’m still mad at him for confiscating our map. He doesn’t even know what it is. He just took it because it’s ours.”

“But you made him a painter? And what’s with that tree line? Do you realize how… how not-Filch that is?”

Sirius cocked his head. “Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point. It wouldn’t be very funny if it weren’t so extreme.”

“But why does it have to be funny at all? Why can’t you write about someone else or something else?”

Sirius smiled again, softly, slowly. “What did you have in mind exactly, Moony?”

Remus stood up and took hold of Sirius’ guitar. “I’m pretty sure I can think of something that will inspire you.” He set the guitar down on the rug and then pushed Sirius back onto the bed.

Grinning up at him as Remus undid his trousers, “Be my muse, Moony.”



“Nobody expects custard and fish fingers.
Nobody expects the Blibbering Humdingers!”
~Nobody Expects the Blibbering Humdingers by the Blibbering Humdingers