Sirius sat down at the Gryffindor table, hair falling into his face, groaning. Remus passed him a hair tie and a plate of buttered toast. Sirius smiled at him before tying his hair back. He reached for James’ cup.
Green tea, disgusting.
Spluttering, he reached for Pete’s. Milky coffee with four sweeteners. Even more disgusting.
With a weary sigh, Remus held out his cup, which Sirius took eagerly. He smiled as he took a long sip. Tea, two sugars, not too much milk. Just right.
“Thanks, Moons.” He moved to pass the cup back to him but Remus shook his head.
“You can have it. It’s got your mouth all over it now.” Sirius avoided James’ gaze and took another sip of the tea.
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Sirius was pissed off. James and Pete had decided to spell his bed to be wet somehow and he was tired and not in the mood. He crossed the room to Pete’s bed and pushed back the blanket. Before he lay down, he was already sinking into the mattress. Nope. There’s no way he could sleep on this, he’d suffocate.
He crossed to James’ bed and flung himself on it, winding himself slightly. How the fuck did James sleep on this? It was like a slab of concrete. Sirius rolled over to see if it was any better for his back. Nope.
He already suspected where this was going. He approached Remus’ bed, knowing from many chats and nightmares over the past six years, that he could very easily get a good night's sleep in it. He crawled beneath the blankets and before long, he was asleep.
Half an hour later the other three made their way upstairs. Remus saw him first and gestured to the other two to be quiet.
“What did you do to his bed?” He hissed.
Pete covered his mouth, suppressing a giggle as he headed to the bathroom. James looked innocently at Remus, “No idea what you mean. It looks like maybe he spilled something.”
“There’s a puddle underneath it.” Remus cast a drying spell before turning to the other two. “His bed, Prongs. Really?”
“He put doxy eggs in Pete’s pillowcase.” James shrugged as he headed towards his bed, “Just a little brotherly retaliation.”
Remus sighed, “Of course.”
He crossed the room and started changing for bed. He had no issues sharing with Sirius, but it was usually Sirius making the decision to share in a moment of distress and somehow this felt different. He could just sleep in Sirius’ bed now it was dry, but if he was honest with himself he didn’t want to. Sirius smiled in his sleep and Remus climbed in next to him, forcing himself to shoot a mutinous look at James before closing the curtains.