Rings
You hurt and abuse, tellin' all of your lies
Run 'round, sweet baby, Lord, how they hypnotise
Sweet little baby, I don't know where you been
Gonna love you, baby, here I come again
It was Mid-October, and the rain had pelted its full force upon Hogwarts during nightfall, leaving the grounds in a hazy, frustrated mess, muddied and glum.
“Gerrup Moony! It's time!” Sirius’s voice rose just above a cheerful whisper, echoing dully around the dormitory. James was out at Quidditch, and Peter was probably snogging Desdemona, so the remaining morning was theirs and theirs alone.
“Bugger off,” He groaned, covering his eyes. It was far too early to be up.
“C'mon now, Mr Early Bird! What happened to that can-do attitude ?!”
“Reserved for parties.”
A tousled head of hair poked through the curtains of his canopy bed, a smile wider than a banshees. It was quite far from a full moon, though Remus had continuously found himself wanting to strangle anybody who dared wake him earlier than he was needed. With a solid kick to his bed, Remus rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pulled his thicker robes on, following the boy ahead of him out of the cold towers.
It was barely sunrise by the time the pair had made it to the greenhouse, much warmer than the harsh winds of October. Sirius flashed a smile at Remus, pulling the glass door open, much to the dismay of the mandrakes, letting out a small wail at the change in temperature.
“Silencio. ”
“Bloody loud, those are,” Sirius rubbed his ears. “Should’ve woken you up, though.”
Remus nodded along wearily, half aware of what was going on around him. Sighing, he directed his efforts toward finding his prized bud, locating the tin buried beneath some mighty puffapods. With a swift movement from his wand, the tin uncovered itself and flew gently toward his upturned hand, opening to reveal some pre-rolls.
"So this is what everybody's fussing about?" Sirius smirked, the air noticeably sweeter.
* * * * *
Remus wasn’t the type to show off as he smoked- not usually- that role was designated to Sirius. He had his head tilted back, blowing smoke rings that floated ever upward, a smile pulling at his lips. Taking another toke, Sirius blew rings once more, Remus barely enthralled. Taking note of his boredom, Sirius pulled out his wand, bewitching the golden plumes to resemble abstract figures, running a few centimetres before dissipating into the humid air. He rolled his eyes, dissatisfied with his chalky blobs, summing his horrible bewitchment to the dizzying buzzing he felt emanating from his body.
"What's that meant to be?" Remus chuckled. "Looks like someone's a bit clueless on what his house's mascot is meant to look like."
"Sod off, Lupin."
With a long exhale, Remus bewitched his cloud to form the likes of a lion, its magnificent mane bouncing about as it roared at the silently wailing mandrakes. After terrorising the plants, the lion strode toward Sirius, sauntering to his lap. The lion, satisfied on his knee, flopped on its back, soon dissipating too.
Remus caught Sirius's amazed eye, a glint of disappointment at his measly blob still evident. Sirius returned to blowing smoke rings, something he was sure Remus was unable to do, and Remus returned to smoking like a sensible chap, unbothered by the niceties of naïve child's play.