Amour

Dix-Sept

The rest of the night went slowly on Remus' part. They got back to Gryffindor tower, socialised around the fire for a bit and met an interesting 3rd year named Jackson. Well, interesting in the way that he had a lot of questions. 

"So," He asked again, for the eighth time, "if you could breathe music, which artist would you inhale and which would you exhale?" 

James looked ready to claw his eyeballs out with a fork, "I sure wish I would stop inhaling completely, right about now." 

"Well surely you would die-" 

"That's what I'm hopin' Jackson!" 

"James," Remus warned. He was just as drained, but the kid was like 13. 

"Sorry" He sighed, "I'm gonna go see Pete in the dorm" 

Jackson looked up lazily, "You know, sixty percent of deaths originate from stair-related activities." 

"Thank you, I'm still going!" 

Remus decided that, he too, would benefit from getting the fuck away from this kid. How he'd never noticed him before was puzzling. 

Sirius was in the dorm though, and Remus had been trying to avoid him for the last 3 hours. He hadn't done anything wrong, it was just a punch in the gut every time they made eye contact. A harsh reminder that Remus wasn't good enough for him, or he wasn't attractive enough or funny enough or- 

Well, you get the idea. 

But Remus would not let this guy disrupt his life anymore. If he wanted to go and sit in his dorm room then he god damn will, gorgeous french man or not.  

"Y'alright Sirius?" James asked as they reached the top of the stairs. Sirius was lying upside down on his bed, head dangling off the side of it. 

"Les muggles sont bizarres" He said, slamming the book in his hands shut. "Muggles are weird" 

"Wizards are weird to them" Peter said. 

"We're all weird, lets just fucking accept it and move on!" James snapped. 

Everyone slowly turned to look at him, eyes narrowed. 

"James..." Sirius drawled, sitting up. 

"Oh gee! My name, gold fucking star for Sirius!" 

"Right," Remus walked over, "What's got up your arse?" 

"Nothing!" He slouched onto his bed, very much implying it was something. 

"Well that's a load of bullshit if I've ever heard it" Peter laughed, silenced by James' fierce glare. 

"Je vais peut-être devoir te le chanter ..." Sirius sighed, getting up. "I might just have to sing it out of you..." 

"Wh-" James grimaced, "That's not a thing!?" 

"Il est" "It is" 

"James shush I want to see this" Peter grinned. 

Sirius took a deep inhale of breath, "Ooh you make me live, whatever this world can give to me, It's you you're all I seeee, ooh you make me live now honey!"  

Remus recognised the Queen song instantly. It was odd how Sirius knew all the words in English, yet still struggled to remember how to say classroom. Nothing about Sirius was entirely normal though, was it? 

"Oohh you're the best friend that I ever had, I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine, I want you to know that my feelings are truee!" He sung. He'd stood up by now and was throwing his arms around like a maniac.