cider and a croissant - marauders
T.w - mention of vomiting
It was no anomaly that students would come back a bit tipsy from hogsmede every now and again, but for the marauders it was a monthly occurrence.
Every so often they would sneak down and grab a bottle of fire whiskey for them all to share, not before James placed the money on the counter of course following in the lines of 'we can't just steal a bottle of alcohol Sirius, it would be rude!'
And this month was no exception.
So here they sat, in the untidy 5th year dorm room, four cups and a glass bottle of fire whisky in James' hands. Sirius stood up and grabbed the bottle from his friend.
"No good staring at it James, let's get this going!" Sirius popped open the bottle and began pouring an overwhelmingly large portion into his cup.
Peter was next, not wanting to miss out on the fun, James gladly joined his friend in pouring a grad helping into his cup and last was Remus. He didn't like alcohol as much as other things, but it wasn't so bad.
And they drank.
And drank
And drank
Until the bottle was gone and the four Gryffindors were woozy and wobbily on their feet.
Remus, the slightly more composed one, sat by the open window to let in some fresh air. The night was cool and calming, the smell of freshly cut grass and abandoned drops of rain floated around the room, clearing the smell of alcohol and sweat.
Remus looked up to the sky as Peter sat opposite him, wallowing in self pity that he drunk too much and ended up running to the bathroom.
The stars were shining in all their glory, and the moon, a sliver of what it's full potential could hold. Remus shivered at the thought as Peter looked over.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice still croaky and hoarse.
"I hate it" Remus whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the stone cold wall.
"Hate what?" Asked Peter, who was currently the only one closest enough to hear their conversation.
"The moon" Remus answered, gripping the edge of the stone ledge.
"But it's not even full" Peter said, his voice confused " it's just a sliver"
" it feels like it's mocking me" Remus was flushed with this sudden confession, yet he was still a little high on the fire whisky he had earlier. He didn't have a lot but he had enough.
"That's not the moon" Sirius said, crowding into the space between Remus' knees. Remus opened his eyes to the sudden appearance and slightly smiled at his boyfriends state.
"It's just a croissant" Sirius sloppily smiled.
Remus couldn't help but laugh at this remark.
"A croissant" he repeated.
"Yeah" Sirius leaned forward and kissed him quickly "you love those, they make you think of me" he beamed happily as though making himself proud.
"I do love those" Remus said, pulling Sirius into a tight hug as the boy fell soundly asleep on his lap, and the sick feeling in his stomach faded a little. Tomorrow he might still fear the moon but tonight, just like Sirius said, it was a croissant.
Authors note:
How's everyone feeling hmm??
I just cut my hair...again, by myself...heh
Have you drunk some water??
Eaten anything??
Take care of your body guys xx and your mind, watch something you like, or go do a favourite hobby xx (I just watched zootropolis!)
See you next time guys xx