Re: HP: Sirius and Remus
Sirius lit another fag and waved off Remus' thanks, honestly like it was a surprise. And they didn't require thanks, and Sirius didn't know how to accept things like gratitude or compliments so he just waved them all off flippantly. It was really quite rude of him.
Sirius hated talking about their futures, he hated thinking about their futures, but it was easier to get mad and punch James for it than it was Remus, he was small and polite and while sometimes he deserved punching, he supposed now wasn't entirely one of those moments. So he sucked it up, tensing and smoking and not really listening all that much but nodding at opportune times. He watched the white of the smoke against the dark backdrop and was pretty intent on staring it down when Remus spoke again. He looked out of the corner of his eyes, horror evident on his face. He gave Remus' hand a squeeze. He had been sitting for all of ten minutes and that was ten minutes too long. "Don't be ridiculous. We're not moving to France." And then because of the aforementioned having been sitting he grabbed the neck of his wine bottle, finished off what was inside, fag clinched firmly in his fingers. "Come the fuck on, you idiot," he said and stood up quickly, if not a bit drunkenly, and dragged Remus up with him.
He put the now empty wine bottle down into the sand and cupped his hands around his mouth, smoke curling around his face, eyes almost a bit mad, "OI!" He hollered back toward the carriage. "JAMES POTTER. I'M CALLING YOU OUT. GET YOUR UGLY ARSE OUT HERE."
When he saw the door to the carriage open slowly, a tall, lanky, half dressed, very confused, four eyed form appeared, hair sticking up every which way looking for the fire. More cursing from the carriage once there was no fire. Perfect.
He chuckled, "Oh fuck well I've done it now, haven't I?" he said with a grin at Remus and he ran off, quickly, and laughing, and cursing at the sky at the top of his lungs for no reason. He heard the door to the carriage close but James was still calling him names so he knew it was on. So he kept on hollering something about someone, somewhere being a wanker and then he ran directly into the water, with a very pleased and gleeful holler. At least he had his mates out and about for the night, a mighty accomplishment.