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Sirius’ laugh was contagious. Remus couldn’t help but to laugh along. He liked seeing Sirius like that, giddy with adrenaline, no matter whether the operation had been successful or not. Just the mere getaway was often enough to be amazingly fun.
“Why would he ask me, Pads?” Remus asked, brows arched, his face a display of absolute innocence and dutifulness. “I’m a prefect and I have never done anything wrong in my entire life.” Just as he said that, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his cloak and came to sit on the desk next to the desk Sirius sat on. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lighted it with his wand, then locked the door to the classroom with his wand.
“Did you manage to get back what you were looking for before you turned his office into a public loo?” Remus asked amused. “I was just finishing my rounds. The plan was to go outside for a smoke but now you got me smoking in a classroom. Shame on you, Sirius. Luckily a seventh year showed me a spell that freshens up the air and gets rid of the smoke so nobody will know.”
The moonlight was shining through the windows, dipping the room into a silvery glow. “Found a few Slytherins doing god knows what in the trophy room and someone left a lot of yarn for all the cats in the castle. Not sure if I’m supposed to pick that up but it’s kinda cute no?” Remus loved cats - aside from Mrs. Norris that rotten little snitch, but cats didn’t love Remus, much to his dismay.
❝ prankster, smuggler, evil mastermind AND a liar, wow—the list never ends with you, does it? ❞ as he’d ever do anything to suppress a single trait that constituted the marvel that he was. no—not in a million years, no. no when the excited beatings of his heart, the adrenaline-injected muscle running inside his chest, was filling his veins with a warmth and joy less explained by the marathon he had been involved in, and which, instead, could be dangerously related ( unbeknown to him, with that certainty you could only get years from now, looking back ) to the curve of the other’s mouth, the way he held that cigarette like it wouldn’t kill him to wonder how those lips might feel pressed to him, and the elegant flick of his hand as he continued setting the stage for their improvised reunion.
not—that he lingered on that image, not that he got distracted enough to lose his train of thought for just an instant, of course.
❝ nah, room might be protected somehow. mean it made sense you can’t accio anything from the outside but i had a little hope you’d be allowed to use that one inside the actual office. turns out it’s knowing exactly where to look for or having like an hour to search all the drawers in the place ❞ a playful push from his foot to his leg due to his accusation, he tapped his arm with the backside of his hand ( one, two times ) signaling a request for a cig or a smoke from his, and taking a little pause until he felt the bitter cloud traveling his lungs in and out.
❝ and how come you’ve never taken me on a romantic patrol with you, uh? ❞ he performed for him, heartfelt staging of betrayal as he added to this image. ❝ i could do all sorts of crowd control and personalized hexes if you asked me, think of that! your own ace up your sleeve, the best duo that ever walked the school corridors, law on our side. ❞ a brief pause, only marked by him turning to the cigarette once more. ❝ except for the cat part, on that you're on your own bud. ❞ beyond negotiable to this point, once and again his strange rivalry with felines only holding a promise of another scratch over his most protected and beautiful skin ( or worse than that, the multiple attempts of those creatures in messing with his things—specifically his things! damn those imps ).