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knitterlywitch
Recipient:peskywhistpaw
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
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Word count: 2000
Summary: Sirius is being nice to McGonagall. James thinks he knows why. Remus thinks he’s wrong and Peter thinks they’re both being annoying
Notes: Thanks for giving me such a great challenge.
At breakfast during the second week of December, Remus noticed that, for once, Sirius was wearing full uniform. He wore his blazer, tie, waistcoat, collared shirt and robes instead of just a collared shirt that was more wrinkled than Dumbledore.
“I think he’s been hexed, mates,” kidded James.
“Shut up,” mumbled Sirius, sitting down at the table and grabbing a piece of toast and a couple sausage links.
“Ignore him,” said Peter, adopting a rather camp accent “I think you look rather dashing, mate.”
“Oi, Pettigrew, you got something to tell us?” asked James, “I didn’t know you was a pouf.”
“Can it, Potter,” said Remus, not really wanting to know how his mates felt about poufs like him. “Why are you dressed like that, though, Padfoot?”
Sirius shrugged. “A chap can’t dress up when he feels like it?”
All during transfiguration, when he’d usually spend time throwing wads of parchment at Snape, Sirius was behaved perfectly.
“Who would like to demonstrate how one transfigures a copper bowl into a cavy?”
The three usual people, Evans, Snape, and Remus’s hands shot up. But surprisingly, so did Sirius’.
“Alright, Mr Black, have a go.”
Sirius quietly stood up. He pulled his wand out of his pocket, muttered the spell McGonagall taught them the class before this one and gently flicked his wrist. The copper bowl was gone and in its place was a fuzzy cavy.
“Great job, Mr. Black,” said McGonagall, “five points to Gryffindor.”
“Thank you, Professor,” said Sirius, sitting back down.
After the usual hour, McGonagall dismissed the class.
“You lot head to lunch without me,” said Sirius, “I’ve got to speak with the professor for a few moments.”
“So, blokes, what do you think’s up with Sirius?” asked Peter
“I reckon he fancies McGonagall,” said James, “And he finally worked it out.”
Remus choked on his shepherd’s pie. “What?” Sirius couldn’t fancy McGonagall. Remus had always thought Sirius was... well... like him. Gay. He’d never asked Sirius, because that’d mean saying he was gay too, but everything fit if Sirius was.
“Sirius likes McGonagall as much as Evans likes you. Which is, by the by, not at all,” said Peter.
“Not if what Marlene McKinnon says is true. She’s in the same room as Evans and is her best girl-mate and says she’s heard her scream out my name at night,” said James, shaking his head and making a rather perverse face. “The lady loves me.”
“Nah, Jamsie, Evans was having a nightmare,” said Sirius, sitting down at the table with them, spooning some green beans onto his plate. “That’s the only way she’s scream out your name.”
“Bugger off, Black,” said James, “At least I don’t have a crush on someone I have no chance with. I’m telling you mate, Evans and I’ll get married one day and you’ll be the best man at our wedding.”
“Only in Evan’s nightmares,” said Remus.
“Do girls actually do that?” asked Peter, “You know, think things like that and... do things about it?”
Quickly, the topic of conversation changed from both taking the Mickey out of James and making fun of Sirius’ possible crush on McGonagall to Pete’s lack of knowledge about the opposite sex.
After lunch, Remus was feeling a little better about Sirius and the possibility he fancied McGonagall. That was, until, Sirius left that night to go talk to the Professor and refused to tell anyone what it was about.
For the rest of the week it went like that, Sirius behaved in McGonagall’s class and then after class and at night, he’d go talk with her and no one knew about what.
If Sirius really had a crush on the professor, Remus knew exactly what would knock him out of it.
Dear Remus, December 18th, 1974
Enclosed are the fifteen alarm clocks you requested, although I do wonder what you plan to do with them. I could understand you maybe needing four if you, Peter, James, and Sirius we all having trouble waking up in the morning, but fifteen seems excessive.
I hope I'm prepping you for this needlessly, but there is a possibility that you may have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. The Daily Prophet needs someone who speaks French to report from the Pan-African Wizard's Conference and other than Lovegood, who speaks Quebecoise French; I'm the only one who fits the bill.
Your mother insists on coming with me, claiming that she's terrified of being killed if I leave her alone and these 'Death Eaters' or whatever they're calling themselves show up. She says as a muggleborn living in sin with a French pureblood and having a son who is, well, like you, she’s probably #1 on their list. I personally think what's happening is a bit of an exaggeration being generated to sell papers, but if it comforts her to stay with me in Benin, then, by George, she'll stay with me in Benin.
Hope we do get to see you at Christmas,
Love you lots,
Dad
Remus looked over his father's letter and grinned. This was going to be the best prank the Marauders had pulled in a long while. Perhaps it would even get Sirius to stop pinning over McGonagall every five minutes. Now, all that was left was to tell everyone once James, Peter and Sirius were back from detention.
After working on homework for an hour or so, Remus heard footsteps coming up the stairs from the Gryffindor common room. He uncrossed his legs, set aside his charms textbook and stood up, turning towards the door.
"How'd detention go?" Remus asked as James and Peter walked into the room.
"Well," said Peter, setting his bag of books on the bed. "Other than Prongs getting a little smashed, it went well."
"How'd McGonagall let James get drunk in her detention?" asked Remus as he saw James walk into the room a little unsteady on his feet.
"She didn't," replied James with a demented grin on his face, "Sirius got detention with her. Me and Wormtail got detention with Hagrid. And you know what detention with Hagrid is like."
Remus could remember vividly his detentions with Hagrid. It consisted of going out to the woods and collecting whatever items Hagrid needed, usually unicorn hairs and then being offered something alcoholic to 'warm you up'.
"What's in there?" asked James, pointing to the box on Remus' bed.
"Oh," said Remus, smiling broadly, "They're just the most important part of my master prank."
Remus quickly went over his plot with James and Peter, who couldn't stop grinning.
"That's brilliant, mate," said Peter. "Padfoot will think so too."
"Minnie'll give us so much detention when she finds out," said James
"Don't call her Minnie," said Sirius, angrily, as he walked into the dormitory. "She's you're head of house. Show her some respect."
"What's got your knickers in a twist, then?" asked Peter.
"Yeah," agreed James, "Did she reject your affections towards her?"
"Shut your damned mouth."
"Why should I? I'm just taking the mickey out of you. Padfoot and Minny, sitting in a -" Crack.
Before Remus knew exactly what was going on, Sirius' fist had connected with James' nose rather loudly, breaking the bridge of James’ spectacles.
"I'll be sleeping in the common room tonight," said Sirius, grabbing a pillow and blanket off his bed and stomping down the stairs.
"What's up with him?" asked James, his words sounding muffled as he pinched his nose with a linen handkerchief to stop the bleeding.
"I don't know," said Peter, picking up James' glasses and repairing them. He handed them to him.
"You want me to go talk with him?" asked Remus. It had been learned many years before that if Sirius and James were fighting, Sirius would only talk to Remus.
James nodded.
"You know, punching your best mate isn't very nice," said Remus walking down the stairs into the common room.
"Neither is being an annoying toady git," said Sirius, not even looking at him.
"I'm sorry, Padfoot, I can't tell if that insult is being hurled towards Prongs or me," said Remus wearing a slight smile.
Sirius turned towards him, with a matching one. "Both." He took his legs off the couch and patted his hand down on the seat next to him. "Sit down."
Remus sat down next to his friend. "So, what's with you lately?"
"A bloke can't stand up for his favourite professor without something being 'with' him?"
"Not if that bloke is Sirius Black. And not if every action that’s happened most of last week and all of this one have been about her."
"McGonagall's nephew just died. I found out last week, while I was scrubbing out cauldron for Slughorn. He, Flitwick and Sprout were all discussing it. The board of Governors won't give her time off because, even though she raised him since he was five, he was 'only' her nephew. Dumbledore’s still trying to get her time off, asking other professors to take on her other duties, but she still has to teach her classes."
"How'd he die?" asked Remus.
"Auror. He was killed by these 'death eater' blokes. Awarded Order of Merlin he was.”
Sirius’ hand inched towards his pocket, where he kept his cigarettes, but then he sighed and moved it away, clearly deciding now was not the time for a smoke. “I want to be an auror. If I die, will they let James off work? He and I, we’re like brothers. Or if you die? Would I get off work if you die? Probably not.”
Sirius set his hand down on the sofa and looked down towards his lap. Remus put his hand on top of Sirius’.
“They better. If they don’t, I’ll bloody haunt them from beyond the grave, like Moaning Myrtle,” he said with a smirk.
Sirius just sighed. “I’d rather you not die at all.”
“Well, everyone dies sometime,” said Remus, putting his head on Sirius’ shoulder. They sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking into the fire.
Finally Remus spoke up. “Knut for your thoughts?”
“If McGonagall has to teach class, we should make it a little easier for her.”
“I agree. What’s your plan?”
The next day, during Transfigurations class, every single Gryffindor showed up fifteen minutes early to clean up the classroom. They all had their assignments finished and at the length Professor McGonagall had requested. Every single boy wore his tie and blazer, usually considered by most to be optional, underneath their robes. James stood at the door, handing out a spare blazer to every Slytherin boy who had forgotten theirs
“Oi, Snape,” said Sirius. “Did you finish your essay?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” growled Snape, sitting down at his desk.
“The professor lost her nephew a few nights ago. We’re trying to make it as easy for her as we can,” then Sirius flashed a grin, “Nothing personal. Just trying to help her out. When things get back to normal ‘round here, it’ll be back to hexes while your back is turned.”
The classroom was silent as Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.
“Good morning, Professor,” greeted Lily Evans.
“Good morning,” said McGonagall, looking at the classroom with an expression of puzzlement on her face. The class went exceptionally well. No paper was tossed, no hexes uttered.
“If you could hand your papers up to me on your way out, um...” She paused, noticing they were, in fact, already on her desk, sorted into alphabetical order, next to a rather large condolence card from all of the Gryffindor fourth years.
Somehow, Sirius and Remus found themselves again alone in front of the fire.
“That was a great thing you thought to do, Padfoot,” said Remus, putting his head onto Sirius’ shoulder. “What do you think of these death eaters? Do you think we’ll go to war with them?”
“I’m pretty sure we already are,” said Sirius quietly, putting his hand on top of Remus’. “I think we’ve been at war with them for a pretty long time. I just hope it’s a brief war, minimal deaths. But when your enemies could be anyone, I’m not sure it can be.”
“Make me a promise, Padfoot,” said Remus quietly. “I know you’re going to fight them. But promise me you won’t die.”
Sirius paused for a moment, considering this. “I will if you promise me the same.”
Remus sighed. “You know I can’t make that promise, Pads. The next full moon could be the end of me.”
“You could say the same about me, first fight against these ‘death eaters’ could be my last.”
“Promise me you won’t do anything too rash then. I can’t stand the idea of losing you. Don’t tell Prongs or Wormtail this, but you’re my best mate.”
Sirius leaned in close to Remus, “I swear I won’t tell them.”
Then, he closed Remus’ hand in his own. “I love you mate.”
“I love you too.” They moved in closer to one another, staring into the fire and thinking of days to come.
Author/Artist:
knitterlywitchRecipient:
peskywhistpawRating: PG-13 to be safe
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *none *
Word count: 2000
Summary: Sirius is being nice to McGonagall. James thinks he knows why. Remus thinks he’s wrong and Peter thinks they’re both being annoying
Notes: Thanks for giving me such a great challenge.
At breakfast during the second week of December, Remus noticed that, for once, Sirius was wearing full uniform. He wore his blazer, tie, waistcoat, collared shirt and robes instead of just a collared shirt that was more wrinkled than Dumbledore.
“I think he’s been hexed, mates,” kidded James.
“Shut up,” mumbled Sirius, sitting down at the table and grabbing a piece of toast and a couple sausage links.
“Ignore him,” said Peter, adopting a rather camp accent “I think you look rather dashing, mate.”
“Oi, Pettigrew, you got something to tell us?” asked James, “I didn’t know you was a pouf.”
“Can it, Potter,” said Remus, not really wanting to know how his mates felt about poufs like him. “Why are you dressed like that, though, Padfoot?”
Sirius shrugged. “A chap can’t dress up when he feels like it?”
All during transfiguration, when he’d usually spend time throwing wads of parchment at Snape, Sirius was behaved perfectly.
“Who would like to demonstrate how one transfigures a copper bowl into a cavy?”
The three usual people, Evans, Snape, and Remus’s hands shot up. But surprisingly, so did Sirius’.
“Alright, Mr Black, have a go.”
Sirius quietly stood up. He pulled his wand out of his pocket, muttered the spell McGonagall taught them the class before this one and gently flicked his wrist. The copper bowl was gone and in its place was a fuzzy cavy.
“Great job, Mr. Black,” said McGonagall, “five points to Gryffindor.”
“Thank you, Professor,” said Sirius, sitting back down.
After the usual hour, McGonagall dismissed the class.
“You lot head to lunch without me,” said Sirius, “I’ve got to speak with the professor for a few moments.”
“So, blokes, what do you think’s up with Sirius?” asked Peter
“I reckon he fancies McGonagall,” said James, “And he finally worked it out.”
Remus choked on his shepherd’s pie. “What?” Sirius couldn’t fancy McGonagall. Remus had always thought Sirius was... well... like him. Gay. He’d never asked Sirius, because that’d mean saying he was gay too, but everything fit if Sirius was.
“Sirius likes McGonagall as much as Evans likes you. Which is, by the by, not at all,” said Peter.
“Not if what Marlene McKinnon says is true. She’s in the same room as Evans and is her best girl-mate and says she’s heard her scream out my name at night,” said James, shaking his head and making a rather perverse face. “The lady loves me.”
“Nah, Jamsie, Evans was having a nightmare,” said Sirius, sitting down at the table with them, spooning some green beans onto his plate. “That’s the only way she’s scream out your name.”
“Bugger off, Black,” said James, “At least I don’t have a crush on someone I have no chance with. I’m telling you mate, Evans and I’ll get married one day and you’ll be the best man at our wedding.”
“Only in Evan’s nightmares,” said Remus.
“Do girls actually do that?” asked Peter, “You know, think things like that and... do things about it?”
Quickly, the topic of conversation changed from both taking the Mickey out of James and making fun of Sirius’ possible crush on McGonagall to Pete’s lack of knowledge about the opposite sex.
After lunch, Remus was feeling a little better about Sirius and the possibility he fancied McGonagall. That was, until, Sirius left that night to go talk to the Professor and refused to tell anyone what it was about.
For the rest of the week it went like that, Sirius behaved in McGonagall’s class and then after class and at night, he’d go talk with her and no one knew about what.
If Sirius really had a crush on the professor, Remus knew exactly what would knock him out of it.
Dear Remus, December 18th, 1974
Enclosed are the fifteen alarm clocks you requested, although I do wonder what you plan to do with them. I could understand you maybe needing four if you, Peter, James, and Sirius we all having trouble waking up in the morning, but fifteen seems excessive.
I hope I'm prepping you for this needlessly, but there is a possibility that you may have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. The Daily Prophet needs someone who speaks French to report from the Pan-African Wizard's Conference and other than Lovegood, who speaks Quebecoise French; I'm the only one who fits the bill.
Your mother insists on coming with me, claiming that she's terrified of being killed if I leave her alone and these 'Death Eaters' or whatever they're calling themselves show up. She says as a muggleborn living in sin with a French pureblood and having a son who is, well, like you, she’s probably #1 on their list. I personally think what's happening is a bit of an exaggeration being generated to sell papers, but if it comforts her to stay with me in Benin, then, by George, she'll stay with me in Benin.
Hope we do get to see you at Christmas,
Love you lots,
Dad
Remus looked over his father's letter and grinned. This was going to be the best prank the Marauders had pulled in a long while. Perhaps it would even get Sirius to stop pinning over McGonagall every five minutes. Now, all that was left was to tell everyone once James, Peter and Sirius were back from detention.
After working on homework for an hour or so, Remus heard footsteps coming up the stairs from the Gryffindor common room. He uncrossed his legs, set aside his charms textbook and stood up, turning towards the door.
"How'd detention go?" Remus asked as James and Peter walked into the room.
"Well," said Peter, setting his bag of books on the bed. "Other than Prongs getting a little smashed, it went well."
"How'd McGonagall let James get drunk in her detention?" asked Remus as he saw James walk into the room a little unsteady on his feet.
"She didn't," replied James with a demented grin on his face, "Sirius got detention with her. Me and Wormtail got detention with Hagrid. And you know what detention with Hagrid is like."
Remus could remember vividly his detentions with Hagrid. It consisted of going out to the woods and collecting whatever items Hagrid needed, usually unicorn hairs and then being offered something alcoholic to 'warm you up'.
"What's in there?" asked James, pointing to the box on Remus' bed.
"Oh," said Remus, smiling broadly, "They're just the most important part of my master prank."
Remus quickly went over his plot with James and Peter, who couldn't stop grinning.
"That's brilliant, mate," said Peter. "Padfoot will think so too."
"Minnie'll give us so much detention when she finds out," said James
"Don't call her Minnie," said Sirius, angrily, as he walked into the dormitory. "She's you're head of house. Show her some respect."
"What's got your knickers in a twist, then?" asked Peter.
"Yeah," agreed James, "Did she reject your affections towards her?"
"Shut your damned mouth."
"Why should I? I'm just taking the mickey out of you. Padfoot and Minny, sitting in a -" Crack.
Before Remus knew exactly what was going on, Sirius' fist had connected with James' nose rather loudly, breaking the bridge of James’ spectacles.
"I'll be sleeping in the common room tonight," said Sirius, grabbing a pillow and blanket off his bed and stomping down the stairs.
"What's up with him?" asked James, his words sounding muffled as he pinched his nose with a linen handkerchief to stop the bleeding.
"I don't know," said Peter, picking up James' glasses and repairing them. He handed them to him.
"You want me to go talk with him?" asked Remus. It had been learned many years before that if Sirius and James were fighting, Sirius would only talk to Remus.
James nodded.
"You know, punching your best mate isn't very nice," said Remus walking down the stairs into the common room.
"Neither is being an annoying toady git," said Sirius, not even looking at him.
"I'm sorry, Padfoot, I can't tell if that insult is being hurled towards Prongs or me," said Remus wearing a slight smile.
Sirius turned towards him, with a matching one. "Both." He took his legs off the couch and patted his hand down on the seat next to him. "Sit down."
Remus sat down next to his friend. "So, what's with you lately?"
"A bloke can't stand up for his favourite professor without something being 'with' him?"
"Not if that bloke is Sirius Black. And not if every action that’s happened most of last week and all of this one have been about her."
"McGonagall's nephew just died. I found out last week, while I was scrubbing out cauldron for Slughorn. He, Flitwick and Sprout were all discussing it. The board of Governors won't give her time off because, even though she raised him since he was five, he was 'only' her nephew. Dumbledore’s still trying to get her time off, asking other professors to take on her other duties, but she still has to teach her classes."
"How'd he die?" asked Remus.
"Auror. He was killed by these 'death eater' blokes. Awarded Order of Merlin he was.”
Sirius’ hand inched towards his pocket, where he kept his cigarettes, but then he sighed and moved it away, clearly deciding now was not the time for a smoke. “I want to be an auror. If I die, will they let James off work? He and I, we’re like brothers. Or if you die? Would I get off work if you die? Probably not.”
Sirius set his hand down on the sofa and looked down towards his lap. Remus put his hand on top of Sirius’.
“They better. If they don’t, I’ll bloody haunt them from beyond the grave, like Moaning Myrtle,” he said with a smirk.
Sirius just sighed. “I’d rather you not die at all.”
“Well, everyone dies sometime,” said Remus, putting his head on Sirius’ shoulder. They sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking into the fire.
Finally Remus spoke up. “Knut for your thoughts?”
“If McGonagall has to teach class, we should make it a little easier for her.”
“I agree. What’s your plan?”
The next day, during Transfigurations class, every single Gryffindor showed up fifteen minutes early to clean up the classroom. They all had their assignments finished and at the length Professor McGonagall had requested. Every single boy wore his tie and blazer, usually considered by most to be optional, underneath their robes. James stood at the door, handing out a spare blazer to every Slytherin boy who had forgotten theirs
“Oi, Snape,” said Sirius. “Did you finish your essay?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” growled Snape, sitting down at his desk.
“The professor lost her nephew a few nights ago. We’re trying to make it as easy for her as we can,” then Sirius flashed a grin, “Nothing personal. Just trying to help her out. When things get back to normal ‘round here, it’ll be back to hexes while your back is turned.”
The classroom was silent as Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.
“Good morning, Professor,” greeted Lily Evans.
“Good morning,” said McGonagall, looking at the classroom with an expression of puzzlement on her face. The class went exceptionally well. No paper was tossed, no hexes uttered.
“If you could hand your papers up to me on your way out, um...” She paused, noticing they were, in fact, already on her desk, sorted into alphabetical order, next to a rather large condolence card from all of the Gryffindor fourth years.
Somehow, Sirius and Remus found themselves again alone in front of the fire.
“That was a great thing you thought to do, Padfoot,” said Remus, putting his head onto Sirius’ shoulder. “What do you think of these death eaters? Do you think we’ll go to war with them?”
“I’m pretty sure we already are,” said Sirius quietly, putting his hand on top of Remus’. “I think we’ve been at war with them for a pretty long time. I just hope it’s a brief war, minimal deaths. But when your enemies could be anyone, I’m not sure it can be.”
“Make me a promise, Padfoot,” said Remus quietly. “I know you’re going to fight them. But promise me you won’t die.”
Sirius paused for a moment, considering this. “I will if you promise me the same.”
Remus sighed. “You know I can’t make that promise, Pads. The next full moon could be the end of me.”
“You could say the same about me, first fight against these ‘death eaters’ could be my last.”
“Promise me you won’t do anything too rash then. I can’t stand the idea of losing you. Don’t tell Prongs or Wormtail this, but you’re my best mate.”
Sirius leaned in close to Remus, “I swear I won’t tell them.”
Then, he closed Remus’ hand in his own. “I love you mate.”
“I love you too.” They moved in closer to one another, staring into the fire and thinking of days to come.
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Date: 2011-12-23 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 05:11 pm (UTC)Bet you it was three times as hard for him to behave in this as it was for me to write it.
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Date: 2011-12-23 08:58 pm (UTC)I really loved Sirius here. It was nice to see him, for a change being caring to someone outside of the Marauders - or even being caring at all. And I totally do see him being that way, it's just that it too often gets overlooked in fandon. So, thank you for sharing such a serious Sirius with us.
And the bit about "please don't die," really got me in the end. In fact, I liked the somewhat unresolved ending in which we really don't know that they are truly "together" in the sexual sense. Obviously, we know Remus' inclinations (and you introduced that well), but the ambiguity of that last conversation worked exceptionally well. And it's funny. No matter how great the sex, in the end, what really matters with these two is that their relationship is based on true and unyielding friendship. You really captured that well.
PS. I loved he letter from Remus' dad. He's certainly very cool in your universe and that's fun.
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Date: 2011-12-23 09:39 pm (UTC)I am glad people weren't let down about whether they were 'together' or not.
I love Remus' dad. He's so fun to write
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Date: 2011-12-24 05:57 pm (UTC)LOL!
I love that this fic has such a mix of happy and sad moments, and that they all mesh together so well. Well-behaved Sirius is very dear, and it's sweet what he does for McGonagall. (And, hey, you used my wild card!)
Thank you so much for this lovely fic, and I'm sorry my comment isn't adequate enough to express that.
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Date: 2011-12-24 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-25 10:36 am (UTC)But possibly the best thing about this was Peter's tentative, naive little question about girls:
“Do girls actually do that?” asked Peter, “You know, think things like that and... do things about it?”
Indeed.
And congrats on surviving your first round of finals! They seem never-ending, but Christmas always comes eventually.
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Date: 2011-12-25 04:30 pm (UTC)I love my Remus' parents. They're kind people and kinda hippies.
Peter doesn't understand the masterabatory practices of females, no.
Thanks so much. I hope next year they go better.
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