Chapter 13
Sirius blacks late birthday had been a much smaller affair than Remus’.
the four boys had simply sat in their dorm, eating cake and talking, but really, nothing could have made Sirius happier.
James birthday in march had been a similarly small affair. Sirius had gotten him a book called quidditch through the ages and they stayed up late talking.
“where’ve ya been remy?” James asked as Remus walked into the dorm, he had disappeared the night before and had missed the days classes,
“my sister got sick.” Remus shrugged, cracking his knuckles and walking stiffly to his bed.
“oh, is she okay?” Sirius asked, his hair had grown out quite a bit in the eight months he’d been at Hogwarts, and away from the bi-monthly haircuts his mother had insisted on. it fell over his eyes and was long enough to reach his shoulders when wet.
All of the boys hair had grown, but peter and James cut their hair every so often with magic, and Remus could sometimes be found late at night sitting on the bathroom counter cutting his hair the muggle way.
it quite reminded Sirius of regulus when he didn’t like the hair cut kreacher gave him, regulus would never say that to the house elf, so he did it himself.
“yeah, she fine. It was just bronchitis.” Remus nodded laying down
“whats that?” peter asked, looking to Remus,
“do wizards not have fucking illness?” Remus scoffed, rolling over so he was looking at peter.
“of course we have illness, dragon pox and lycanthropy just off the top of my head-” peter rolled his eyes,
“end of year tests are actually going to be my down fall.” peter whined as the four boys walked back to their dorm,
“agreed.” Remus nodded, crossing his arms, “where do you get that from!?” he exclaimed as he looked back to Sirius, who suddenly had a chocolate bar in hand.
Remus and James had been trying to figure out where he got the chocolate from and how he could have it one second and it be gone the next.
Sirius had told peter, but made him swear to secrecy.
Really, all Sirius did was, at the start of each month, pay a Hufflepuff for a bunch of chocolate, than vanish with a spell he could undo by clicking his fingers, and a bar of chocolate would appear in his hand or pocket, and with another click he could disappear it again.
No matter how many pocket checks they did, Remus and James couldn’t find where he got it.
It was a spell his mother had created to store random things so no one else really knew about it.
the only repercussion was that he apparently smelled like chocolate, which made Remus even more sure it had to be on his person.
“a magician never reveals his secrets.” Sirius stuck his tongue out a bit, than took a bite of his chocolate.
“you could at least share some.” James whined,
“I do share.” Sirius laughed, “just not my sweets”
“you share them with me.” Peter corrected.
“tell us his secrets, please im going insane-” James begged, peter, who shook his head.
“im no rat.”
“and that, my dear pete, is why I share my chocolate with you.” Sirius handed a square of the dark chocolate bar he was eating to the blonde boy.
“get out of the way.” Someone pushed past peter, making him fall.
“oi, what the hell-” James yelled at the persons back
“oh, its you,” Sirius rolled his eyes as snape turned around,
“fancy going back to the class room Black?” snape sneered,
“you fancy a shiner and a split lip severus?” Remus shot back,
“or more ant bites?”
“I knew it was you four, when Malfoy hears about about this he’ll-” snapes voice raised an octave,
“keep drooling over my cousin?” Sirius interjected, “you have no proof.”
“shut it blood traitor.” Snape shrieked,
“your best friends a muggle born?” James pointed out, raising a brow.
snape looked as though he wanted to retort, but couldn’t scrounge anything up from the fondue bowl of condensed grease that acted as his brain. So he turned around and stormed away.
“do you think he knows there’s toilette paper on his shoe?” peter asked as he stood up,
“lets hope he doesn’t figure it out till hes talking to evans.” Remus grumbled,
“lets hope.” James nodded.