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Remus was a nice guy, but he got on Sirius’ nerves from time to time.
You see, Sirius had gone through all that trouble to sneak a flask of firewhisky into the great hall and Remus refused to take a sip. What a douchebag.
“It’s Tuesday” Was all he said.
“So?” Sirius replied.
“We have classes in an hour”
“I still don’t see your point”
So what if it was Tuesday? They had the most boring classes of the week on Tuesday and Sirius didn’t feel like being sober for them. It’s like Tuesday needed some firewhisky to make it less miserable. Sirius definitely needed some firewhisky.
“It’s really not that bad” James said shaking his cup lightly, like he was a firewhisky sommelier or something.
James and Peter had happily dumped a nice amount of firewhisky in their lemonade in the moment Sirius first suggested. It made an interesting drink, though Peter thought it would taste better with a little more sugar.
“C’mon, have some” Sirius said shoving his own cup of lemonade firewhisky in Remus’ face. They were seating in front of each other, so Remus simply reclined back a bit to avoid the cup altogether.
James and Peter thought it was a great idea somehow, and started to playfully shove their cups in his direction, while simultaneously trying to get a hold of his cup. Remus was being attacked from all directions, but still managed to weirdly dodge the cups while protecting his own. The four of them laughed until Sirius himself declared that their efforts weren’t working. They recomposed themselves like the respectable fifth year Gryffindors they were and went back to silence.
Not more than eight seconds had passed when Sirius decided to go for one last surprise attack. But you see, Remus knew those boys for a little over five years now. He knew his friends like the back of his hands. Honestly? He knew a bit too much about them. So when Sirius went to grab his cup, Remus predicted his moves and practically yanked his cup out of the table. He used a little too much force and all the lemonade in the cup went flying past him.
Some drops fell into his shoulder, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that of the fucking course there had to be someone walking behind him right at that exact moment. Remus knew his friends so well that he knew he fucked up without having to turn around. It was written all over Sirius’ “oh no” face. James was trying his best not to burst into laughter while Peter’s mouth hanged open in shock as Remus slowly turned around in the bench to evaluate the damage he had caused.
Behind him stood a hufflepuff girl with lemonade all over her robes. It originally had gone all in her chest, but gravity was doing its job and now she was dripping lemonade into the floor. Behind her stood her friends, more hufflepuff girls paralysed in shock.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” Was the first thing that got out of Remus’ mouth. He usually performed better when he wasn’t under pressure.
She, the hufflepuff girl with lemonade for clothes, who at that point was still looking at her robe in disbelief, slowly looked up for the first time. Remus really wish she hadn’t. If looks could kill, Remus’ funeral would be tonight. Please burry him in his nicest clothes, next to a nice tree and yes, he did promise James on their first year that upon his death he could push both their beds together to make his bed bigger.
Her eyes could be compared to daggers. She looked so intimidating that Sirius and James had long stopped laughing.
She moved. A step, and then another. She was now directly beside Remus, reaching for something behind him. Next thing he knows, Firewhisky and lemonade were dripping down his head. His hair? Drenched. His robes? Not quite there yet, but again gravity is a bitch.
“I did mean to do that” was all she said.
She rested the cup, that once had been Peter’s, back on the table with a loud thud and left. To the great hall doors and then out, followed by her hufflepuff friends. Remus doesn’t know why, but he silently watched her leave until he couldn’t see her no more. James, Sirius and Peter were laughing their asses off at that point.
“Looks like you had some firewhisky after all” Said Sirius, before bursting into laughter with his friends again.