Angel Boy
Third years - Day before the first day of school.
Remus
Remus missed this.
Just being around someone other than his mum. Being around someone who didn’t know what he was. Being around Sirius.
Sirius played Elvis out of a radio as he flipped through muggle magazines. His un-opened trunk lay forgotten by the door.
Remus heard the magazine hit the floor as he finished with his sock drawer.
He felt Sirius creep up behind him.
“That’s a lotta socks for two feet mate.”
“I’m a collector.” Remus crouched down to open up his bottom drawer. Sirius made himself at home by nosing around him Remus’ trunk.
Remus had already hidden away all his medicine and journals, so he didn’t mind much as Sirius pulled out objects and commented on them.
Remus had just finished hanging up his school robes when Sirius asked, “What’s this?”
He held up a mason jar filled with small white flowers. The lid pulsed with a faint orange glow- a preservation spell used commonly for food. Sirius sniffed it, “Smells like you.” He commented casually.
“They grow all along… well, not our house, but the town we live by has bushes of these everywhere. Sometimes I put them under my pillow so it smells good. And because uh- I read that the sent can help with sleep." Remus was talking too fast. "Or something like that.”
Sirius gripped one of the bed's posts and swung his body onto Remus' freshly made covers, causing the whole bed to bounce. He propped himself up on his elbows.
The sun was hitting him just right.
Remus blushed.
Sirius then turned and planted his face into Remus’ pillow, inhaling deeply.
Remus blushed a lot more.
“You’re right,” Sirius replied, “It does smell good under your pillow.”
Remus wasn’t prepared for Sirius to inform him that his bed smelled good today. “Maybe you can bring back some of these flowers for me next time you visit your mum.” Sirius' chipped black-painted nails played with the edge of his sheets.
“Ye-!” Remus’ voice cracked and he coughed. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thanks mate.” Sirius flashed him a blinding smile. He fell back onto the bed and laced his hands behind his neck. His wavy hair spilled out on Remus’ pillow, cradling his head in a dark halo.
Remus felt himself stepping toward the bed as if in a trance. Sirius went still as he watched him approach. He slowly stretched so that his body looked even longer on the bed, eyes never leaving his-
BAM!
James burst into the room, and Sruis immediately sat up and swung his feet to the ground.
Something about the speed of the movement made Remus' mouth taste sour. Sour and mad with James for some reason.
But he couldn’t stay annoyed with Potter for long as he excitedly recounted the cause for his intrusion with dancing hands.
Something about that Evans girl and a Hypogriff and cheap wine shared. Sirius kept his eyes fixed on him the whole time like Remus wasn’t even in the room.
Remus suddenly felt small and stupid as he tried to focus on unpacking.
James eventually got distracted by Siruis’ new broom and interrupted his own story to run over and admire it. Remus excused himself from the convo and took out his herbology homework, deathly aware of the sent of Sirius on his bed as he began listing the ingredients for some potion he couldn’t care less about.