Eunoia | Sirius Black

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"Do you want togo anywhere with me? We congo wherever you want."

"Do you know French? Because Eifell for you."

Sirius clutches his stomach, bending forward as he laughs so hard, tears spring from his eyes. 

"Oh, I've another," I say, giggling, "I like Chinese, and I'm soy into you."

Sirius and I giggle like schoolgirls while we try to breathe between laughs, sitting on the cold pavement behind some place called 'Hog's head."

"Are you a volcano?" He asks me and I'm already laughing,

He starts guffawing even before he's completed the joke and I'm a goner, I'm gripping his arm as I lie on the floor laughing my goddamn arse off. 

"Do you eat raisins?"

"No?" I chortle. 

"How about a date?"

And we're laughing again. "Oh boy." I gasp for breath. 

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?" I ask, barely controlling my giggles. 

"Value,"

"Value who?"

"Value be my Valentine?"

"Nooooooooooo." I laugh-cry, "Sirius!" 

He's laughing so hard that he's full-fledged teary. "I know."

"If you were a fruit you'd be a fine-apple." I blurt. 

"Elena," He laughs hysterically. "This was worse than anything we've said."

"I know." I slap the pavement behind me, trying to breathe in air. 

"I like you," He says between laughs. 

"This one wasn't a funny pick-up line," I tell him. 

"Yeah," He chuckles. "Yeah, sorry."

I inhale and exhale, finally reigning in my mirth but then we look at each other and our faces are puffed out with laughs again. We're laughing so hard we sometimes snort and it makes it even funnier. 

"Oh, lord. My stomach!" I complain, sitting upright and leaning my head on Sirius' shoulder while he leans his on mine. 

We're still sitting against a tree behind Hog's head and it's getting dark. I have a feeling we should've left by now.

"I'm scared," he says, "of committing . . . but I want to have a wife one day. A beautiful baby, preferably a girl. I want my brother to be the most adorable uncle to her ever. I want James to visit our house every single day. I want Lily to be with him. I want Remus to have sleepovers and change nappies and pretend as though he hates it all. I want - I want a family. A huge one."

I'm smiling softly as I nuzzle deeper into his shoulder, it's so chilly now. "I want a family, too."

"What if we married?" Sirius suggests and we both end up laughing again. 

"We'll be the craziest married couple, ever."

"Right? We'd be like fifteen-year-olds in thirty-year-old bodies."

"We'd be bad influences on our own kids," I click my tongue and he agrees. 

"We could have fun every day and never get bored of each other," 

"We could be loving and carefree,"

"The happiest family,"

"Ever."