small_gifts | 11th Annual Remus/Sirius Small Gifts Exchange -- Coming Soon

“Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus stands in the front room, arms crossed. He watches Sirius stare at the window, face close enough that he must feel the chill of the glass on his nose.

“Waiting,” says Sirius without turning around.

“Well, that clears things up nicely.”

Sirius cocks his head, presumably to get a better angle to watch for…whatever it is. Remus doesn’t know whether to abandon him for a nice cup of tea or scratch him behind the ears.

“Here we are,” Sirius exclaims at the sound of frantic fluttering.

A very small owl lands on the window sill, although “land” might be a generous term for the nearly head-over-heels tumble. “That owl doesn’t look like it could carry much of anything, much less something worth pressing your nose to the window for all afternoon.”

Sirius turns, a ridiculous grin on his face. “It’s perfect, Moony!” Sirius says, jumping up to open the window. “Just what's wanted. They are, after all, small gifts.”

"In that case," says Remus, feeling a matching grin spread on his face. "Let the poor wee thing in."