http://asylums.insanejournal.com/unloading_zone/72440.html?mode=replyTeddy had been living on the beach and drinking the better part of the weekend. He wasn’t quite certain why he had even wrote to that stupid Black in the first place, but it had seemed like a good idea when he was loaded up on firewhiskey, before he had curled up on the sandy beach and promptly passed out.
Teddy was hungover and didn’t appreciate being woken up, even less did he enjoy being stepped on or the sharp jab that subsequently followed.
“The fuck you, mate.” Teddy said, pushing himself out of the sand and glaring at the other man. “Who the fuck is Moony?” Teddy asked, though he wasn’t entirely sure he cared. The sun was entirely too bright today.
He squinted at the man who had tripped over him, vaguely recognizing him from a picture in his Grandmums house. “Fucking Sirius Black.” Teddy practically spit at the name.