All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )

Sixth Year : 12 Nights

You’ve got a cute way of talking

You’ve got the better of me

Just snap your fingers and I’m walking

Like a dog, hanging on your lead

 

Monday 20th December 1976

 

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon now TOUCH ME BAAAABE!” Sirius belted at the top of his lungs, using his shampoo bottle as a microphone. Andromeda had sent him The Doors’ Soft Parade album for his birthday, and he’d nearly perfected his American accent. He tapped the bouncy drumbeat out on the tile, singing the trumpet’s blaring notes: “BA-DAH Ba-daah...!”

He continued to hum the song as he stepped out of the shower, towelling off quickly and pulling on his clothes. When he exited the bathroom, Remus was leaning against his bedpost with an exasperated sort of smile. Sirius smirked.

“No applause?”

No applause—instead, Remus rolled his eyes, moving towards the door,

“Hurry up, I’m starving...”

They left the cosy privacy of Gryffindor tower, braving the empty stone corridors to make their way downstairs for breakfast. They were early, thanks to Remus’s demanding stomach, and when the two Ravenclaws arrived they sat closer than they had at dinner.

“Isn’t it ridiculous that they serve this much food when there are only five students?” Asked the girl, who had a mass of frizzy hair clipped back from her freckly face, “It seems so wasteful…”

Indeed, although there were only four students at the table (the Slytherin liked to sleep in, apparently), the plates had filled just as they would for a full-size feast; fried eggs, bacon, sausages, black pudding, baked beans, fried tomatoes, toast, cereal, porridge, and a truly astonishing array of fresh juices.

“Nah,” Sirius smirked, nodding meaningfully towards Remus, “You’ve clearly never seen Moony here eat.”

“Shut up.” Remus said, words muffled around a mouthful of toast.

The Ravenclaws watched in awe as Remus proceeded to eat enough food to feed a small family, and Sirius had to keep himself from laughing at their gobsmacked expressions. He was grinning and sipping his tea when the morning post arrived, owls swooping through the hall and dropping their wares haphazardly onto the table. Six brightly coloured envelopes landed next to Sirius’s mug, and a soft purple package was delivered to Remus.

“You’re popular,” the Ravenclaw boy commented, watching as Sirius shoved the envelopes out of the way.

“Don’t encourage him,” Remus said, dryly, examining his own package.

“We’re going ice skating before lunch,” chirped the Ravenclaw girl, cheerfully tucking a letter of her own into the pocket of her robes. “The lake’s frozen over. Want to come?”

“Sounds good,” Sirius nodded, smiling, and stirred more sugar into his tea. When they stood up to return to Gryffindor tower, Remus collected his post from the table, flicking through the letters as they walked.