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"You're going to regret this, you disgusting, incompetent, shit-eating-"
"Your colourful vocabulary won't save you now, Moony," Sirius laughed, dramatically rubbing his hands together. "Why don't we put that big mouth of yours to good use for once? Miss MacDonald?"
Mary could barely contain her chortles as she half-handed, half-chucked a small box at Sirius' face. The common room fire accentuated the twitch of his eye. Remus huffed, twisting against his constraints: duck tape.
Of course, there was a thick layer of padding between him and the tape, so it didn't hurt, but as he stared down at his friends fondly, he couldn't help but remember where exactly they'd taped him.
A mere meter away from the fireplace. Taped sideways.
Above him, Regulus sighed exhaustedly. Barty and Evan were supposed to gone off to detention, but they didn't mind being a bit late after seeing Remus.
Remus hoped they had to clean out the Potions cauldrons.
"I get the feeling this isn't your first time?" Remus asked to the boy above him.
"You don't know the half of it," Regulus said sadly. "I'll never forget that awful muggle circus."