‘This is stupid.’
‘Huh? Did you just call me stupid, Moony?’
‘No, I said this is stupid.’
‘What? Your toothbrush?’
‘Oh, for the love of Merlin…’
‘Remus... just leave it, alright?’
The suddenly low, soft tone made Remus look over and, seeing the flush across those high cut cheekbones all the girls envied, he guessed Sirius had known exactly what he was talking about. They were the last to use the bathroom tonight after a long, trying day and the unusual tension was becoming unbearable in the tiny washroom.
‘If it’s going to cause this big of a problem…’
‘It’s not.’
‘It is.’
‘It’s not, Moony.’
‘You can’t even look at me, Sirius. You haven’t looked at me all day…’
‘You’re bleeding.’
‘I…what?’
‘You’re bleeding.’
Remus turned back to the mirror to see that he was, in fact, bleeding.
‘Shit.’
He grabbed his towel and held it to the nick, glaring at his razor, which he’d mistakenly picked up instead of his toothbrush, before checking the cut at the corner of his mouth.
‘Damn, I opened up the edge of the scar.’
‘Let me see…’
‘It’s fine…’
‘Will you let me have a fucking look at it, Moony?’
In exasperation, Remus pulled the towel away and angled his head so Sirius could see the cut on his jaw. The brunette squinted at it, shifting closer to gauge how bad it was then he reached for his wand.
‘I’ll heal it. It’s not deep, but you’re right - you’ve opened that scar again. You should be more careful when you’re brushing your teeth with your razor.’
Remus shot him a dirty look. ‘Thank you, Pads. I’ll keep that in mind.’
‘Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Moony.’
‘You are the lowest form of wit, Padfoot.’
Sirius chuckled then pointed his wand at Remus’ face, his hand rising to grip the werewolf's chin to hold him steady. Remus balked as Sirius was about to murmur the incantation.
‘You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?’
‘Course I bloody do. Who do you think heals the smaller wounds after you transform? Hold still.’
There was a quick burning sensation as the skin knitted back together then Sirius mumbled, ‘Uh oh.’
‘What!?’
Remus wrenched himself out of Sirius’ grasp and checked his face, expecting to see some hideous deformation but there was nothing but the scar that had been there before. He heard Sirius chuckle and smacked the brunette on the arm.
‘Not funny, Padfoot!’
‘Au contraire, my dear Moony. I thought the look on your face was priceless.’
He ducked to avoid Remus’ swinging fist, laughing as he reached for his toothbrush and Remus checked his face again.
‘Don’t worry, Moony. You’re still gorgeous.’
