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December 18, 1978
12:15 p.m.
“Wotcher Moony. Now, I know what you’re thinking.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“You’re thinking ‘Bloody hell, Padfoot, I thought I explicitly told you to stay away from my work’.”
“Actually, that’s spot on. Now, Padfoot, I thought I explicitly told you to stay away from my work.”
“I know, but I thought we could wrap presents today.”
“… Now?”
“No! When we get back to the flat of course.”
Remus pinched the bridge of his nose, then yawned loudly. It certainly wasn’t the worst idea he’d ever had. He was verging on passing out though, and he did have some knitting to finish up on.
“I’ll make hot chocolate again.”
“Your bribes are superb.”
“Ta Moony.”
“All right, but we have to stop somewhere and pick up wrapping paper.”
“Sarah’s shop?”
“Yeah sure, let’s go pay a visit to Sarah.”
1:19 p.m.
“Bloody hell Padfoot, can’t you just pick a pattern?”
“But Sarah said the sheets are actually several metres long, which means they’ll wrap more presents, which means I have to really like it, or I’m gonna get sick of it half way and things will go unwrapped!”
“… Pads, you do know we can buy more than one pattern.”
“We can do that? Oh, well, that makes things much easier then.” Sirius grabbed one of each tube. “Sarah, love, could you ring me up please?”
Sarah laughed.
Remus cringed.
*Forty-five minutes later*
“All right! The werewolf has his hot chocolate—”
Remus grunted, happily sipping on the monstrously large mug of hot chocolate. Sirius had actually improved on his hot chocolate making skills, it was getting closer to Lily’s “marry me now” ones.
“Check. The presents are out and accounted for.” Sirius quickly looked through his piles again. “Check. Coffee table is moved for optimal wrapping coverage. Check.”
“Are you actually going to wrap all that cheese?”
“Don’t use that judgey tone with me, Moony.”
“It was more of a challenge, not a judgement.”
“Oh well in that case, most certainly yes. I’m going to cast individual cooling charms on them.”
“Want me to cast them for you, so everything can still be very muggle?”
“No, that’s alright, I’m better at charms anyways.”
“… Let’s get started then.”
1:47 p.m.
“Wow, Padfoot, that’s—”
“Beautiful? Exquisite? The best damn wrapping job you’ve ever seen?”
“I was going to say special, but we’ll go with all of the above.”
2:43 p.m.
“What do you mean we’re out of tape?”
“I’m telling you, we’re out.”
“I bought 2 new rolls!”
“Well, they’re gone. What am I supposed to do now, hmm? Use my patented permanent sticking charms on them?”
“Dear Merlin no! Just wait right here. I’ll be back in five minutes. Don’t move. Here, watch this cartoon while I’m gone.”
3:16 p.m.
“I worry when you can’t estimate at all.”
Sirius growled deeply at the paper that was two centimetres too short.
“Are you really the same person who became an illegal Animagus at age 15?”
“Sod off! At no point in the Animagus process was there cutting and wrapping and taping shite together in a somewhat logical manner.”
Remus made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat.
Unfortunately for him, Sirius heard it.
“What was that?”
“Oh, nothing.”
Sirius quietly want back to recutting the paper for James’s skateboard (which, as it turned out, could in fact be charmed to hover, not fly, as the first disastrous attempt would show, but it would hover perfectly fine).
Remus made the mistake of thinking he was safe. He didn’t hear the large black dog creep up behind him until it was too late.
“Argh!” the werewolf had luckily been at the final taping stage of his wrapping and had set the scissors aside.
With an almost inaudible pop, Sirius was back, pinning Remus to the floor and rolling him towards the wrapping paper he had set out.
“Pads!” He managed to gasp out between bouts of laughter.
Sirius was laughing the whole time. Even though Remus had the height advantage, Sirius definitely had the strength to keep him immobile.
“Pads, no! Don’t wrap me. Wrap the present. Wrap the present!” Remus wheezed. He didn’t bother struggling against the flimsy paper jacket he found himself being taped into. The only thing that really concerned him was the fact that Sirius thought the best way to do this was by straddling him.
“Hold still!” Sirius was crying he was laughing so hard. He reached over and grabbed one of the shiny red bows he’d bought. He licked the back of it and stuck it on Remus’s head. “Perfect!”
Remus was crying tears of laughter too. The lingering ache from the full moon was gone, only the ache of his barely existent abs from the impromptu workout they just received.
Sirius rolled off and onto the floor beside him. They laid like that for awhile, enjoying the remnants of their wrapping session.
“Can I get out of this yet?”
“Not until I get a picture.”