D-Did you just crack an egg on my head?
“Di-Did you just crack a real egg on my head?” Remus stood flabbergasted, looking at Sirius. Sirius smiled sheepishly, bringing his hands behind his back and dropping the crushed eggshells into the grass.
“Possibly,” he fluttered his eyelids, eyelashes fanning over his cheeks. It almost distracted Remus. Almost, if it weren’t for the yolk that dripped down the side of his face.
“Sirius,” he sputtered, swiping at the remains of the eggs to try and get the disgusting cold texture out of his hair. And Sirius laughed at his dismay, his eyes closing as the sound rumbled out of him.
And Remus can’t even be mad when he does that, he’s too in love. Because Sirius is perfect in his eyes, always has been.
“At least tell me why you’ve done this,” he scoffed. “It’s Easter!”
Sirius shrugged, giving him a cheeky grin.
“The store ran out of Easter eggs,” he says point-blank like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Remus gawks at him.
“You couldn’t just, oh I don’t, conjure up some? Transfigure the real ones? You’re a bloody wizard for merlin’s sake!”
Sirius laughed again, well not laughed, more like a giggle. A very Sirius like giggle.
“And miss this fun? No way Moony.”
Remus felt his lips twitch into a smile, reaching for the carton of eggs that Sirius had so stupidly left on the table.
“Your right Padfoot, this is far too fun to miss.” Sirius’ eyes widened in realization, he shrieked. Taking off in the opposite direction as fast as his feet could carry him. Of course, he was no match for Remus and his speed from being a werewolf.
“Not the hair!”