Are you fucking Sirius? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beingsirius) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
They'd arrived a few hours ago. The sun had been bright through the windows, reflected on all the snow out there and Sirius had been excited by it all because this was new and different and he was contemplating a good romp out there in all that snow -- preferably with 4 legs rather than two, no doubt. He didn't really want to get into that sort of cold though, until he found both a way to get hot chocolate (because Remus would appreciate that) and the absolute largest and best bathtub in the place to warm up in afterward (Remus would also appreciate that).
They'd done some exploring since then -- going up and around the whole place, uncovering a ball room, a giant bar, a million and one rooms, some muggle elevators Sirius didn't care for at all and plenty of other things, too. But the kitchen?
It was incredible. Well stocked wasn't even a good enough description and Sirius quirked a playful eyebrow at Remus. "You know, we show back up home with this haul, it's practically a Christmas miracle."