All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )

Seventh Year : Drunkards

It’s alright if you love me

It’s alright if you don’t

I’m not afraid of you runnin’ away honey

I get the feeling you won’t

Say there ain’t no sense in pretending

Your eyes give you away

Something inside you is feeling like I do

We said all there is to say

Baby

Breakdown, go ahead and give it to me

Breakdown, honey take me through the night (Take me, baby, breakdown)

Breakdown, now I’m standing here can’t you see?

Breakdown, it’s alright

 

“Right,” Lily clapped her hands together, sliding easily into her Head-Girl voice, “Pub, then? I think we’d better go back to Hogsmeade, don’t you? I don’t fancy our chances apparating back to Scotland drunk…”

“Yeah, good plan,” Remus ducked his head, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “…where’s James?”

“Well, we realised that it was going to look really suspicious if both the head boy and the head girl were missing,” Lily explained, “So he went back to cover for us. He um…he sent Sirius. We both thought…”

“It’s ok.” Remus said, swallowing. He finally turned to look at Padfoot, who had been waiting patiently, trying to resist the urge to bark. “Sirius?”

In the blink of an eye, he was human again, with all the tangled human feelings pushing back up to the surface. Sirius stood, awkwardly, rubbing his arm.

“Hello, Moony.” He said, heart pounding.

“Hi.” Remus glanced away, equally as tense.

“Oh, Remus, I forgot!” Lily cut in, rescuing them. She fished around in her pocket for a moment, then passed over a carton of Silk Cut, smiling. “James’s idea.”

“Life saver, thanks!” Remus gave her a grateful smile, accepting the box.

“I’d better go and get in touch with him, actually,” Lily said, eyes darting between the two boys. “Black, give me the mirror? I’ll go and let him know where to meet us.”

Sirius handed it over, wordlessly, and Lily gave them one last smile before trotting a few feet away, tactfully out of earshot.

Remus opened the pack of fags using his teeth, sitting down heavily on the bench. He pulled out a cigarette and held it up to Sirius,

“Light it for me? I’m so nervy it’ll probably blow up in my face.”

Sirius obliged, snapping his fingers. The wandless spell was almost a reflex now—he hardly had to think about it. Remus took a long drag on the cigarette, and Sirius settled down beside him.