Who: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black When: Evening, November 17, 1978 Where: Their humble abode What: Cleaning up the mystery mound in the living room Warnings: We'll go with PG for now. Sirius has a bad mouth
The battle was proving to be a fierce one, though currently it was at a stalemate. Sirius was staring down the pile of clothes, bedding, and Merlin knew what else that had become the base for whatever creature had taken up residence in their living room. Wand at the ready, Sirius was currently hiding behind the couch. The beast had put up a solid fight thus far. It had gone from one corner of the pile to the other, almost surfaced through the middle but dove back down as soon as Sirius approached. He of course had the option of throwing the whole pile away, but his favorite sheets had somehow ended up in there and he didn't want to lose them forever! Granted, he could have easily purchased new ones but it was the principle of the matter. He was the dominant species, not whatever was under there.
He'd used a couple of Remus' books as grenades, hurling them at the pile every now and then in hopes of nailing the little bugger, but it wasn't proving to work. Whatever it was had obviously evolved while under there, because it seemed as though the moving mass had grown, too. All of Sirius' tactics had failed so far, but he was working on a master plan. Trying to, anyway. He occasionally got distracted whenever he was hungry and abandoned the mission to go find something to eat in the fridge. He had to keep up his strength, after all. He'd also taken the time to build himself a little fort of cushions around the couch for defensive purposes, in case the creature decided to attack him head on. Clearly, he wanted to be prepared for anything. Remus ought to have been proud of him for that.
Sirius peeked over the back of the couch, and watched for any signs of movement.