All the Young Dudes ( Sirius' Perspective )

Seventh Year : Brilliant Ideas

Saturday 25th February 1978

Sirius was woken the next morning by Remus shifting beside him, twisting the sheets around their legs. Sirius yawned, squeezing his eyes shut, limbs heavy with exhaustion—but he was at least in better shape than Peter, who groaned loudly from his bed. After a moment, there was the distinct sound of bare feet slapping against the floor as he stumbled to the bathroom, slamming the door and doing sod all to disguise the awful retching noises that came from within.

“Lovely.” Sirius muttered. Nothing like starting the weekend off to the sound of your mate puking up last night’s dinner.

“All right in there, Pete?” James called, not really sounding all that concerned. When the only response was a choked gurgle, he waved a hand. “Bit of breakfast’ll sort you out.”

James hopped out of bed, whistling as he began to get dressed. Sirius stifled an amused smile and rolled onto his side to study Remus, who was lying on his back, grimacing. After a moment, his stomach growled—Sirius smirked,

“All right, Moony?”

“Mm.” He nodded, wincing, “Thirsty. Hungry.”

“S’pose I’m not getting my Saturday lie in, then…” Sirius sighed theatrically, kicking off the duvet so that he could climb out of bed.

Remus sat up, squinting against the sunlight as the curtains were pulled back.

“Pyjamas?” He asked, bleary-eyed, looking down at his bare chest.

“Yeah, you put up a bit of a fight on that front,” Sirius’s laugh turned into a yawn, and he stretched. “Said you were too hot. You threw them across the room and I gave up.”

“Defeatist.” Remus grumbled, hauling himself up and glaring at the sun through the window. He crouched down to search for his pyjamas in the mess of books and clothes and trinkets on the floor, clad in only his boxers.

“Morning lads,” Lily said, cheerfully, propped up on James’s pillows.

“Shit!” Remus yelped, grabbing a quidditch magazine to cover his crotch, and dove back behind the safety of the bed curtains. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?!”

“I slept here.” Lily said, with a cheeky grin, “I didn’t know you two shared a bed.”

“I didn’t know you two shared a bed.” Sirius sniffed, raising an eyebrow. He chucked Remus his pyjamas, “There you are, Moony, make yourself decent.”

Remus could be heard grumbling incoherently as he dressed, rustling about behind the bed curtains. Lily bit her lip like she was trying not to laugh, and even Sirius found himself smiling a small, amused smile. He glanced over at James, who shrugged at him, as if to say, Hey, what could I do?

After a minute, the bed curtains ripped back and Remus marched out, stomping over to the door so that he could use the communal bathroom down the hall—Peter was still well and truly occupied in their own bathroom.

“I didn’t see anything!” Lily shouted at him as the door swung shut, wearing a shit-eating grin.