I have to write a short fic, dont i?
tags: baby wolfstar/fluff/sfw
At eleven, Sirius Black knew a lot of things.
He knew how to make the best jokes.
He knew how to smile on command.
But he never quite learned how to keep his mouth shut.
Right now, he was laughing about James’ latest hijinks with Remus so hard he could barely breathe. He wrapped an arm around Remus, not realizing how cold his hands were.
“Sweet mother of—!” Remus jolted. “Good god, Sirius, your hands are fuckin’ freezin’…”
“Don’t apologize, I’m just, like, really concerned. Can you feel your hands?” Remus asked, closely examining Sirius’ fingers and palm. “Can you?”
“Uh… sure?” Sirius (badly) lied. “I mean— yeah. I can feel them—” Remus cut Sirius off.
“For Christ’s sake, don’t lie to me, you wanker.” Remus paused. “…let me try something.”
“Try what?” Sirius asked.
Remus tightened his grip on Sirius’ hand, to the point where it should’ve hurt. Not to hurt Sirius, just to make sure this wasn’t nerve damage. Sirius didn’t even flinch.
“Why’re you holding my hand so tight, Rem—”
“We’re taking you to Pomfrey. NOW.” Remus interrupted. He knew signs of blood vessel and nerve damage when he saw them. Back at St. Edmund’s, he’d seen other boys’ hands permanently damaged from fist fights gone too far. He took Sirius’ hand and practically dragged him to the medic’s room.
