short stories → wolfstar

coffee date

                                    remus

"this. is. disgusting." sirius scrunches his nose up in disgust as he sips his cup of hot coffee.
"you were the one who said you wanted to try it" i laugh as i get a mouthful of my own sugary tea.
"yeah. because all the muggleborns have been saying how amazing it is. take lily for example. slurping away at her pumpkin juice saying 'y'know what's better than this? coffee' well all i can say is she lied"
"drama queen" i chuckle going back to my crossword.
"it tastes like rotting nargle shit" he takes another gulp
"then stop drinking it!"
"and accept defeat? never!" at this i roll my eyes whilst unsuccessfully suppressing a grin.
"remus!" he hisses, kicking my foot under the table lightly
"yes?"
"don't look now but there's a photo staring right at us and it's not blinking. it's clearly full of dark magic."
i can't help but laugh. sirius plus coffee was always gonna have repercussions.
"sirius muggle photos don't move"
"what?!" his pupils dilate with shock "so... so they don't talk?"
"nope."
"they don't change portraits?"
i shake my head,
"woah" he slumps in his seat, slightly deranged, a caffeine mad glint in his eye.
"remus did you know peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers?"
"how many shots were in your coffee pads?"
"i don't know ummmm..." he counts on his fingers "four?"
"you got four shots? god help us all..."

he starts tapping his foot rhythmically under the table.
"i am not throwin' away my shot"
he mumbles gently.
"sirius no-"
"i am not throwin' away my shot"
"when did you watch hamilton sirius-"
"hey yo i'm just like my country, i'm young scrappy and hungry"
"sirius no singing in public spaces, remember our deal after you assaulted that man with your version of bohemian rhapsody-"
"i am not throwing away my shot!"
he jumps on his chair and fully pelts the song at the top of his lungs.
"ima get a scholarship to kings college,
i probably shouldn't brag but dang i amaze and astonish"
"the problem is i got a lot of brains but no polish" the cleaner joins in " i gotta holler just to be heard with every word, i drop knowledge"
and just like that the entire cafe has recreated a broadway standard performance of the song. even the people who don't know the lyrics are swept away with sirius' pure craziness. as the song ends sirius takes a bow and everyone cheers him, even i put my hands together and clap his spectacular talent at making friends wherever he goes.
"how brilliant was that?" he links arms with me as we step out of the shop and into the stinging winter air.
"very brilliant sirius" i chuckle as he pulls his collar up to protect him from the bitter wind.
"i love you being happy" i whisper, half hoping he couldn't hear me.
"i love you full stop." he grins, leaning in for a kiss but i stop him with my index finger.
"did you steal my disney account to watch hamilton?" i laugh
"no i stole it to watch the little mermaid and got swept away in a whirlwind of pocahontas, mulan, beauty and the beast and yes hamilton"
i place a delicate kiss on his lips.
"tale as old as timeeee" i sing, as we saunter down the empty cobbled path
"song as old as rhymmmee" he pulls me into a ballroom dance position, making me laugh and cause a cloud of silver-warm air rise above us.
"beauty and the beastttt"

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i enjoyed writing this far too much holy-

just wanted to say i own none of the disney lyrics or anything :)